#I just think I will snap someday if I keep working here

[egoborderline]

I don't know how much longer I can work at a Christian university before I lose my fucking mind completely I have got to get the FUCK out of here bro

[knoxic]

Cycle of Greed

Azriel x Reader | p1 - p2 - p3 - p4 - p5 - p6

summary: Azriel suspects Elain is his mate, reader is ignored, Rhysand and Cass are protective of reader

wc: 2,3k

warnings: Azriel... self hatred, insecurities

a/n: reader's nickname is Ace but there's no physical descriptions

It started subtly, coming home and not noticing her boyfriend's absence, too tired to notice, waking up to a cold and empty bed, brushing past it thinking Az must have been busy, even though he never mentioned anything. The first time you noticed he wasn't, it hit you like a slap to the face.

A family dinner was scheduled tonight, even though you had dinner with your family all the time, tonight was the only night of the month no one was allowed to miss. Rhysand made sure all of you would be free.

You had woken up early today, before the sun had risen, Azriel not being in bed with you didn't seem weird at all, Az often left the bed before the sun was up, he had trouble sleeping and once he woke it was hard to go back to sleep. After spending some time reading in bed you decided to make breakfast, after washing up you went downstairs, expecting to see containers of food left in the sink but there was none, so either Azriel hadn't eaten when he got home or he didn't come home at all. But again, she brushed it off, he probably had a good reason for it.

After eating breakfast, you went to change into your training clothes, just because it was an off day didn't mean you should skip training. Normally, you used a punching bag to literally beat your stress away but today you weren't even stressed, there wasn't even someone to keep you entertained, so training ended up being just boring.

Again, you came back to an empty home, no signs of your boyfriend. After a few minutes of staring at the walls you decided that perhaps a few hours in Velaris would be exciting, maybe you would visit Feyre's gallery. Walking through the streets is definitely a nice thing, the people passing by know who you are and what you do but still gave you friendly smiles. Watching the children play freely and unbothered made you wonder if, someday, your own children would be doing the same, little Illyrians terrorizing the streets of Velaris.

"Hey! Wasn't expecting you here today." Feyre's voice snapped you out of your daydream.

"Well, I'd rather spend hours looking at your paintings than the blank walls at home." You laughed.

"If that's the case then come with me, I just finished a new one." She slipped her arm through yours and pulled you further into the gallery. Fortunately for your boredom, Feyre had kept you busy the whole day, showing you her new artworks and even making you paint with her.

Hours later you were finally coming home, your feet screamed at you to sit down but you refused to winnow, not wanting to miss out on any new place that might have opened. You were so tired that your mind wasn't anywhere near Azriel, fully focused on resting as soon as you reached home. You only realized you had fallen asleep when the front door banged closed, your boyfriend's scent filling your nose.

"Az?" You sat up rubbing your tense neck, the couch, as comfortable as it was, was not meant for sleeping.

"Yeah, didn't know you were here." He seemed confused and... angry?

"Are you okay?" You slowly made your way towards him but he stepped back, turning towards the stairs.

"Fine, I'll go wash up for dinner, don't follow me." And with that he ran up. You took his anger as the result of his work, figuring that something had probably stressed him out.

Your eyes that were still foggy from sleep had finally cleared, allowing you to notice how dark the living room was, it was already night and you had probably slept for a couple hours. When you went up to bathe, you heard a loud bang from your bedroom. Azriel often isolated himself as to not take his anger out on anyone close to him, so you continued walking towards the guest bedroom, washing up in the adjoined bathroom. Only when you were finished did you make your way to your bedroom, the door was fully closed so you opened it carefully, the bathroom door was left open so Azriel was probably downstairs. You dressed up unhurried, taking the time to choose your clothes, fixing your hair and choosing shoes. When you went down, Azriel was nowhere to be seen, you called out to him but received no response, perhaps Rhys had called him?

'Rhys, is Azriel with you?' You asked, praying he would hear you.

'Yes, he said he thought you wouldn't come." Rhys answered, his voice oddly quiet, without its usual confidence. 'Are you two okay?'

'I– Yes? Well, I think so? Did he say anything?' Not once had it crossed your mind that your relationship was the cause of Azriel's stress, were you stressing him? If so, why didn't he say anything?

'Never mind. Are you coming?' Suddenly you weren't sure if you should, maybe Az had gone alone because he didn't want you there. 'Please come...'

Rhys pleaded, scaring you even more. Rhysand never pleaded.

'I don't know,' you were still standing in the middle of the living room, you could just winnow, but would your boyfriend want that? 'Maybe I should stay home tonight–'

'No. It's family dinner, fuck Azriel's dramatic ass, I don't know what's wrong with him but it's not your fault. You're coming, even if I have to go pick you up myself.'

𓂃

"My office, now." Rhysand's growl seemed to vibrate through his bones.

"Rhys–"

"No! Azriel." He walked out of the room, leaving Azriel to stare at his back, Elain kept gazing at him wide eyed. 'Come with me or I'll come to your girl, your choice.' His mind talons not bothering to make a gentle appearance.

Azriel left without looking back, still feeling Elain's gentle gaze following him. His heartbeat ringed in his ear, time seemed to pass by slowly as he walked the corridors to Rhys' office, darkness consuming the corners of every wall. The doors were left open showing his brother's back facing him, as soon as he entered they banged closed, before he said anything, Cassian winnowed beside him.

"What's wrong?" Cassian looked at them both, his hurried voice echoing through the silent room.

"Azriel was kissing Elain." Rhys turned to look at them both, giving Cassian a nod towards Az, his arms crossed against his chest while he leaned against the desk.

"I didn't–"

"You were going to!" Rhysand spat, making Azriel shut his mouth, he couldn't deny it.

"Wait–" Cassian stepped forward, watching as Az lowered his head, gasping when he realized it was true, "No fucking way! Did Ace break up with you?" Azriel's only response was a deep sigh.

"No, she didn't." Rhys answered for him.

"Brother..." Cassian's hand met Az' shoulder, "Why?" He was pissed but needed to know why Azriel was acting like that.

"I think–"

"Huh, you're not even sure." Rhys scoffed, shaking his head.

"I think Elain is my mate."

"What? Az, that's really serious..." Cass spoke softly, almost unsure. "Are you sure?"

"I– No, but it just makes sense!"

"How, Azriel?" Rhysand yelled, stepping closer to him. "How does it make sense? You've known Ace for centuries, been dating her for 80 years, you live with her! I swear I thought you were going to propose to her soon!" His hand met Azriel's sholder, shaking him. Rhys sighed, dropping his head and shoving Az away before turning back to sit on his chair.

"Az," Cassian started, "Does Ace know?"

"No, I don't know how to tell her." Az muttered the last part.

"You'll have to find a way. I don't know why you think Elain is your mate and not her but she deserves to know. Having a mate doesn't necessarily mean you two should be romantically involved, nor should you be anything at all, but it is clear that you're attracted to Elain and that's just... unacceptable."

"Why?" Azriel said exasperated, "Three brothers for three sisters, it just makes sense!" He yelled,banging his hands on Rhysand's desk.

"Are you insane?" Rhys yelled back, standing up from his chair. "You are in a relationship, Azriel! It doesn't matter if it makes sense, be responsible, she's not just a fling you had, you can't push her aside just because your cock gets hard around a pretty female. Ace is your girlfriend, has been for almost a century, the possibility of another female being your mate should not interfere in your relationship with her, it didn't have to. Elain could end up being just a great friend, or even better, Ace could be your mate..."

"If she was my mate, don't you think it would've snapped by now?" Azriel's question didn't really sound like a question.

"Is that all you heard from everything Rhys said?" Cassian looked incredulous.

"Azriel..." Rhysand's patient was slipping away. "I do not know what to say to make you understand–"

"There's nothing to understand, Elain is my mate and I want to be with her."

"Then fucking break up with Ace first!" Darkness crawling their way around them.

"What the fuck, brother?" Cassian yelled, for the first time that morning. "Didn't you learn anything from Mor leading you on all those centuries? You want to be with Elain? Fine, but break up with your girlfriend first. Just know that there's a lot in line here..." Silence enveloped the three of them, tension sitting heavy on their shoulders.

"Leave, go talk to Ace and fix this shit," Rhysand rubbed his temples, "Don't do to her what has been done to you."

𓂃

Azriel spent a few hours flying above Velaris, trying to forget about what had happened, he didn't know what he did wrong or why Rhysand was so upset. He decided to come back and talk with Elain first, then he'd talk with you, but Rhysand's talons scratched his mind walls as soon as he saw her, telling him to stay away from her until he broke up with you. When he got home he was so upset that you were the only thing keeping him from his possible mate, that when he saw you, he would definitely take his anger out on you. You were so relaxed and he was completely the opposite of that, your eyes puffy from sleep while his were bloodshot from the lack of it.

He couldn't stop the sudden hatred that consumed him at hearing your voice, he wasn't sure if it was directed at you or him, he spend the whole day resenting you while you were here worried about him. He couldn't stand the sound of your comforting voice, not while comparing it to Elain's, your eyes searching for his with so much love and he wondered when was the last time he really stared into them.

So he ignored you, he wasn't sure what he had answered you, his whole body aching with stress that he just wanted some form of release. Release that never came, he thought that by the time he finished bathing he'd feel better, but he didn't. Nothing seemed to work, the warm water did nothing to help soothe his muscles, and no matter how much he scratched, he still felt dirty.

Stepping out of the bathroom only angered him further, your scent still lingered even after hours of leaving the bed. Azriel didn't know what he'd do if you talked to him again, didn't know what he'd tell you, if he lied you would know, and if he didn't... you would be hurt.

𓂃

As soon as your eyes focused on the house, you wanted to winnow back home, but Rhys didn't give you a chance to do so. The front door being yanked open made you tear your eyes from the window, where you could see silhouette with wings, the smile your High Lord greeted you with was comforting. He was loyal to his brothers, if you had done something to upset Azriel, he wouldn't be smiling at you like that.

"You came!" He waved his hand, calling you inside.

"Someone threatened me." He laughed at your attempted joke, no humor filling your voice. As you walked closer to him, he pulled you into a hug, it didn't really seem like it was for you, his chin rested on your shoulder like you weren't almost half his size, it was comforting nonetheless. An exaggerated gasp pulled you away from each other's embrace.

"That's like the worse form of betrayal!" Cassian cried out, his hand that was resting on his chest reached out to push Rhysand away. "We could've had a family hug but you were selfish." His strong arms engulfing you into an embrace, lifting you off the ground, he let out a dramatic groan as if it had taken him so much effort to do so.

"Stop it, you're going to squeeze her." Rhys laughed, tapping his brothers shoulder.

"Jealous." Cassian whispered in your ear, making you giggle.

By the time Cassian set you back down, you had forgotten you were worried, if that was Rhysand's intention when he came to greet you at the door, it had worked. You were pulled inside by the hand, Cass gushing about all the things there were for dinner, his groovy voice muffling out a female giggle. The table was set only a few minutes after Cassian had sat her down, his conversation topics never ending. The first time she saw Azriel, he was coming out of the kitchen, right after Elain.

"She needed help with the dessert." Nesta muttered, her voice filled with something she couldn't exactly place. She couldn't dwell on it further, Azriel was looking at her now, his feet glued to the ground. It was clear he really wasn't expecting her to come.

[enm-enthusiast]

Birthday Buzz

I want to give special thanks to @suitedwestend for helping me develop quite a few of the ideas and erotic turns of this story. Thanks for being such a great source of inspiration, and I hope to strip you naked in-person someday! ;)

Here's a short little ENM story for you all, I wanted to do a few side projects before ultimately returning to my main series, and hey, if this does well I may make it a separate ongoing series. I've always wanted to do a CYOA-style series, and I'd like to think this one would fit that roll, but lmk what you all think, and please, enjoy!

Mark

Mark and Adrian were happily married husbands who were both in their early-thirties, Mark was turning 33 today while Adrian was fast approaching 35 in just a few months. Mark was a tall, muscled bear with a bit of facial hair that he kept neatly groomed, had black hair and bright green eyes. His office clothes always clung on to him tightly because of his big, beefy frame yet he kept himself in good shape, especially his glutes as he had a magnificent bubble butt that sometimes earned him a leering stare or two at the office. Adrian however, was a shorter, lean otter with blonde hair and blue eyes. 

They met in their early twenties at a gay bar and have been inseparable ever since, and got married five years ago, but occasionally they’ll ask a third to join them in the bedroom. That’s just the thing about these two, they’re Kinky with a capital K, into all sorts of scenes. A few in particular that the two had been trying out lately were ENM and Control Toys…

You see, big tough Mark had a shameful little secret…he was a total sub, and was often Adrian’s submissive slave, completely under his husband's control. 

Nowadays, Adrian had been ‘forcing’ Mark to strip naked outside, even streak across their neighborhood at night sometimes, and sometimes threatened to shave off thick Mark’s body hair. As embarrassed and humiliated he often felt at being so exposed…it gave him such a hard-on, his uncut cock often swinging at full mast between his legs as he streaked. 

This brings us to the couple’s latest adventure, however, because Adrian had bought his husband a remote control vibrator for his birthday today, and made him try it out right before Mark had to leave for work…He was almost late because of how lost he got in the pleasure of Adrian making him beg to make the toy buzz inside his ass.

Even now, at work, the mere memory of it made Mark feel a slight stirring in his crotch, which made his face flush red and he instinctively bowed his head closer to his desk to keep anyone from seeing his embarrassed, yet aroused state. Mark silently cursed however, as there was one problem with doing just that…the toy was still inside of him.

It was off, of course, but Adrian had ordered Mark to keep it inside him all day at work, and that he had better not cum before getting home in just a few hours now, promising to show his husband just how grateful he’d be if he did as he was told. Mark couldn’t help but feel a shiver down his spine as he remembered how his husband had leaned in close to his ear and whispered “good boy” right as he was heading out the door. Mark had almost got on his knees right there and then to beg for Adrians cock in either his mouth or his ass, but he managed to keep it together, after all, he had a party to attend at work.

His party, in fact, for everyone at the office had put together a small celebration for him during the last half hour of work today, and he knew they’d be devastated if he missed a second of it. Mark worked in a small office department, made up mostly of men except for management who were all on vacation for the next three days. 

Mark just had one hour left now, he’d celebrate with the guys at the office then head straight back home to his husband, his cock began to throb to near full hardness in his tight office pants thinking about worshiping his husband's cock, maybe even stripping naked outside again?

Snap out of it! You're not 25 anymore, act like it! Mark said to himself, shaking off his arousal as best he could and finished up his closing paperwork. 

As soon as he was done, he looked towards the office clock and saw that the party started in just a few minutes, and he smiled as he got up. Mark’s cock had finally deflated, though his pants still felt strangely tight, especially around his famous bubble butt, he merely shrugged it off, however, and he strutted towards the main office, fully confident he had everything under control…but did he?

Adrian

Adrian smiled to himself as he knew the party would be starting any minute now, and he looked away from his watch towards the remote of the toy he had made his husband keep inside him as he left for work this morning. Adrian knew and understood his husband often more than Mark did, and suspected, no he knew that Mark secretly enjoyed it whenever Adrian made him strip outside, or rather made him expose himself publicly. Thus, as he prepared to hit the switch for the remote, Adrian knew that his hubby would get his biggest thrill yet as he attempted to deal with the embarrassment of having a vibrating butt plug make him hard in front of his entire office!

Adrian’s own 6-inch penis began to harden in his pants at his husband's ordeal, and his smile never left his face as he turned on the remote, waited for it to connect to it over WiFi, and once the light turned green he pondered which setting to start at…

The remote had three settings: Low, Medium, and High. Adrian had only used the Medium setting this morning and it made Mark near delirious with how good it felt inside him…so he thought why not start small? his fingers didn’t hesitate to hit the Low setting button, and eagerly awaited his husbands return with the results.

Mark

Mark had been chatting with his office buddies, Jake and Bobby, when he nearly lurched over as he felt a familiar buzz coming from…

Oh no.

The buzzing didn’t stop either, it started as a low hum that was now rising to a sensual buzz, and it took everything Mark had to not moan as he felt his hole contract around the plug. His face began to redden and blood was flowing elsewhere too and Mark panicked as he could feel his cock hardening quickly.

“Hey Mark, everything okay?” Jake asked.

“Yeah, you were talking about you and Adrian possibly adopting kids in a few years, then suddenly you looked like you just saw your parents having sex or something” Bobby said.

Jake and Bobby were around the same age as Mark, and had known them since his freshman year in college, entering this office together, they were his best buds. As far as Mark knew, Jake was straight, but Bobby he knew was bi, they had a brief altercation in senior year when they were both drunk, and Bobby had sucked Mark’s cock, and Mark had even fucked Bobby. Neither of them spoke of that night again, yet Bobby still desired Mark from time to time, but kept it to himself because he knew Mark was married. If only he knew the opportunities before him…

“Oh…ummm. Yes! Yes i'm fine, I’m perfectly fine” Mark said, fumbling over his words as he used his hands to steady himself between two cubicles, as the buzzing from the toy continued to torment and pleasure him. He shifted his hips to try and hide his now raging hard-on, which was stretching his already tight pants to the limit. Mark should have asked his husband for some new office pants, but he liked how the tight clothing showed off his bubble butt…

He was certainly paying for it now, Mark thought to himself as his friends shared a concerned glance between each other.

“Are you sure you're okay man? I’ve never seen you like this before, if you're not feeling well we can take you home, so come on, just tell us what’s wrong” Bobby said. Mark’s friend was an average man who often went to the gym with his buddies, and was a tad darker with a caramel skin tone than the others yet had a defined physique, and was uncut just like Mark was. He had brown hair and hazel eyes, which were currently furrowed underneath his brow as he started worriedly at his friend.

“Guys, I’m telling you, I’m fine, okay?” Mark said, managing a steady, confident tone with a hint of finality to it that seemed to satisfy them…for now.

Meanwhile, Mark glanced at the clock and he still had another 15 minutes before he could leave, he downed the rest of his drink in one gulp and tried to compose himself as best he could. He could almost curse his husband for turning on the plug while Mark was at work, but…he couldn’t deny the pleasure and thrill he was getting from it. He was being toyed with like this, at his husband’s mercy…and no one had a clue, it made his dick throb even more and he stifled a groan as the pants were becoming unbearably tight.

He continued to chat with his friends and mingled with a few of the other guys from the office, they even brought out a small cake that they had bought for him, the plug was buzzing inside Mark the entire time they were singing the “Happy Birthday” song, and when he blew out the candles. He told no one what his wish was. (You’ll find out later ;)  ).

Once they had finished eating their slices of cake, with only 10 minutes left, things were about to get much worse for poor Mark, as Adrian back home decided it was time to kick things up a notch, and hit the Medium Setting button on the remote.

Just then, Mark felt the plug inside his ass go from a low buzz to something that made him cry out with a loud “Ohhhhh” and he covered his mouth to try and stop himself but it was too late, he exchanged glances with both Jake and Bobby who were staring at him with abject confusion now.

Mark couldn’t find the words, he wanted to fall to his knees, strip off his tight pants, and make himself cum despite the presence of his best friends, the thought of it turned him on a little in fact..he cast his head down in absolute shame as he felt so utterly humiliated that he was being reduced to a wobbling, moaning mess all because of a little toy.

“Mark, seriously, you’ve been acting strange tonight, I’m starting to think you’re not telling us something, I know that look in your eyes, you’ve always been such a bad liar, so come on, spill it” Bobby said in a firm tone, and he said it so confidently that it turned Mark on a little as it reminded him of the way his husband often got him to spill whatever was bothering him.

As Mark tried to open his mouth and answer with a simple need to go to the bathroom, Adrian suddenly switched the plug up to its highest setting, while Mark had been attempting to pull out his phone and text his husband, to beg him to stop. The sudden jolt he felt as the toy's vibration tripled in intensity made Mark whimper and his cock was harder than it had ever been, as he dropped his phone, which slid between his legs and landed just a few feet behind him.

Jake and Bobby stared in disbelief at the display, and as Mark turned around and began to bend over to reach his phone, bending his knees slightly so his tall frame could reach the floor. Mark bit his lip to keep himself from constantly moaning, and swore he could hear the plug vibrating in his ass now. He was so distracted by the plug and his phone that he momentarily forgot how tight his pants were, and didn’t realize until it was too late that the fabric was giving way, it was too much, and he didn’t hear the little rips and tears right at the seat of his pants. As soon as he fully bent himself over Mark’s face went white as he heard and felt a resounding:

RIIIIIIIIIPPPPP

The back seat of his pants ripped open, and felt the open air of the office on his bare ass as he had poorly chosen to wear his bright pink jockstrap. Mark was momentarily frozen until he realized that Jake and Bobby were getting a full view of his accidental exposure.  What was worse was that his jockstrap pouch was soft and silky, which made his dick feel that much more sensitive as it hardened in his pants. Once it was fully hard, however, his cock had practically pushed the material away, which made him feel like he was practically commando.

Thus, he felt the cold office air hitting his balls dangling between his legs, his cock too was swinging proudly which only heightened Mark’s humiliation.

As soon as he shook off his initial shock, Mark covered up his exposed bubble butt with one hand and stood right back up, his phone in hand, and slowly turned around. His face was crimson red as he faced his friends, who were staring at him with their mouths hanging open in complete shock, thought it seemed Jake found it a little amusing as he had a slight smirk on his face, but Bobby had a look of something else in his eyes, something Mark didn’t notice as he was too preoccupied with everything going on all at once, it was too much, he was so aroused…he needed to cum.

“I ummm…I need to go” Mark said before quickly running off towards the office bathrooms, and he didn’t even notice that there was only 1 minute left on the clock.

Mark ran, his hand still covering his exposed ass, and quickly reached the men's bathrooms and threw himself into the nearest open stall and locked himself in. Mark had never felt more embarrassed in his life, and he whipped out his phone to text his husband what had happened…

*Wow, you ripped your pants? Better take em off then*

Mark stared at the words Adrian had texted back for a few seconds before processing them fully. The plug was still vibrating but it went back down to Medium setting after Adrian had seen his text. 

*Are you insane?!* Mark replied.

*Well, the way I see it, you can either walk out with a hole in your pants, or you can be a good boy and take them off…now* Adrian said.

Mark didn’t think it was a good idea, but…they were ripped. He pondered what to do as Bobby quietly entered the bathroom…He was intrigued as he had seen quite clearly what Mark had inside him when his pants had ripped, and had guessed that that was probably why he had been acting so strange, and he was eager to try and see more, so he made up an excuse to Jake that he was going to check on Mark while the others cleaned up and left. Bobby quietly crept up towards the stall, taking out his phone and setting his camera up to film in the crack between the stall door. He wanted to save this as potential jerk-off material for later…his dick hardened as he saw Mark inside, his heart thundered in his chest as his friend’s hands fumbled towards his belt.

Mark was too distracted to notice Bobby secretly filming him, the toy was still driving him crazy and he bit his lip again to try and suppress his moans even as his knees felt weak and his cock was eager for release. Mark continued to remove his pants, his hands unbuttoning the top and slowly lowering the zipper…he hesitated for a brief moment before he let them fall and pool around his legs, exposing his jockstrap, and Bobby had to cover his mouth as he finally saw Mark’s exposed cock and balls, not to mention his delicious looking bubble butt…

Mark pulled down his underwear too, slowly pulling his feet out from between them which officially left him half-naked…he wanted so badly to cum but he had to obey his husband…didn’t he? 

Maybe he could just stroke himself a little, relieve some of the pressure, no harm in that, right? God the toy felt so good inside him, he NEEDED this. He positively whimpered and moaned as he slowly wrapped a hand around his thick, pulsing shaft and started to slowly stroke himself. Bobby watched intently, his phone recording everything and his dick was fully hard in his pants as he watched his best friend jerk off.

Suddenly, Bobby looked down at Mark’s discarded clothes, and a wicked idea popped into his head, and he smirked as he reached underneath the stall and grabbed Mark’s ripped pants, jockstrap, even his shoes and socks. Mark didn’t seem to notice, his eyes were closed as he became lost in the pleasure, he was already getting close, he needed to stop.

But he couldn’t, it felt too good, he needed to cum, and he needed to cum now, all thoughts of Adrian’s command were muffled between his desperate need for release and his sheer state of arousal from tonight's events. Luckily for Mark, Bobby decided the time was now as he stopped recording and loudly cleared his throat as he leaned against the bathroom stall door.

“Wow, sounds like a real party in there” Bobby said, smirking to himself as he had hidden Mark’s clothes in the bathroom supply closet.

Mark quickly snapped out of his jerk-off session and covered his crotch with his hands. “B-bobby? What are you doing in here...wait…where are my clothes?!” Bobby said, his voice both full of fear and anger as he knew Bobby had taken them, he felt so embarrassed at how he had failed to notice any of it.

“Oh, don’t worry about them, I hid them somewhere safe, I just thought that considering everything that happened…maybe you’d like to celebrate today by going out in your birthday suit” Bobby said.

“What?! No way Bobby, come on, stop kidding around and just give me my clothes back…please?” Mark said.

“Hmmm, no, I think I prefer you this way, I’m sure Adrian would agree that that thick butt of yours is too magnificent to keep confined in those poor, tight dress pants. I also think you’d enjoy going home fully nude, so you better strip off the shirt and tie soon, before the cleaning guys show up” Bobby said, tauntingly.

Mark was dumbfounded at this turn of events, he could either refuse and he’d be stuck here with a butt plug still going off in his ass, or he could strip fully naked and get out of here now…what kind of choice was that??? Mark thought to himself, but his hands seemed to have a will of their own, as after a moment's hesitation they reached up towards his tie, loosening the knot and unbuttoning the top buttons of his long sleeve dress shirt. Deep down he knew he had no choice…he had to get out of here, he had to get home.

Mark did his best to resist how good the plug felt inside him, and how badly he still wanted to cum, he focused singularly on giving Bobby what he wanted, and he handed over his tie as he began to strip off his shirt, exposing his furry, muscled chest and he refused to meet Bobby’s eyes as he handed over his last item of clothing, leaving him fully naked. His face bled a deep, beet red as Bobby opened the door and whistled as he gazed at his friend butt naked.

“Better get going, and don’t worry, everyone else has left” Bobby said, standing off to the side to let Mark leave.

Mark practically bolted out, his phone and wallet in hand, yet as he sped by, Bobby was quick enough to quickly grab a chunk of his right ass cheek and squeeze, which made Mark yelp but also whimpered a little as his dick twitched at the contact. 

“Have a nice drive home, birthday boy” Bobby said, winking at Mark resumed his exit from the bathroom.

Bobby was true to his word, everyone else left, yet Mark still covered his crotch as he sped out of the office towards the parking lot, and sighed in relief as he checked that he also still had his keys. He stood out in the cold, open night air fully in the nude, and he couldn’t deny how good it felt to be running around completely naked. As for the plug, it seemed Adrian had had his fun, as it either died or turned off as soon as Mark hopped into his car.

Adrian was waiting on the couch when Mark finally returned home, he heard the jangle of his husband's keys and he smiled as he turned his head to welcome his husband home, and was greeted with the sight of his husband without any clothes on.

“Whoa! I told you to take off your pants, not all your clothes…what happened to you?” Adrian said, intrigued, amused, and even a little turned on.

Mark took a deep breath as he moved to join his husband on the couch, the plug still inside his hole, and as he wrapped an arm around Adrian’s shoulder he finally exhaled and said: “It’s a long story.”

The End.

[seospicybin]

TOO HOT TO HANDLE.

EXTRA HOT REUNION.

Felix x reader. (s)

Too Hot To Handle Masterlist.

Synopsis: You and Felix are having a Too Hot To Handle reunion with other contestants to catch up on the life after the retreat. (4,2k words)

Author's note: Some of you asking for a reunion so here it is! Also, happy birthday the blonde guy from Stray Kids x

Content warning: This is entirely a work of fiction and not affiliated with real Too Hot To Handle show.

HOST: Hello, everyone! I am your host for the Too Hot To Handle Extra Hot Reunion show! Hello, sexy people!

EVERYONE: [Claps] [cheers]

HOST: We'll be getting all the juicy details of the contestants of Too Hot To Handle season 1 and find out if your favorite couple is still together or not!

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HOST: In the meantime, let's see if they still remember how many times they broke the rules!

LAURA: Wow! Honestly... A lot! [Chuckles]

ALEX: Indeed, we did a lot of things.

MAEVE: Just once and I don't regret it. At all!

YOU: Agree! [Thumbs up]

DANIEL: Oh, Laura touched someone's willy!

JAMIE: I didn't break enough rules.

KILLIAN: [laughs] I still remember your naughty little fingers, Felix!

FELIX: [laughs] [shows fingers to the camera]

COLE: I was too busy keeping you horn dogs from breaking the rules to break a rule.

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HOST: These two girls prove that you can seek connections other than romantic ones. In this season we watched how their friendship blooms from a rule break.

HOST: Hello, my darlings!

MAEVE: Hey, gorgeous! [Waves]

YOU: Hi, babes!

HOST: We all know that the two of you are close before the kiss but what did you think that makes you guys click in the first place?

YOU: It's because we entered the villa together!

MAEVE: [Gasps] I almost forgot about that!

YOU: I was so nervous, it was my first time being in a show and front of a camera. I was grateful that they paired me up with someone and she's like... such a hottie.

MAEVE; Awww, thank you, babe!

YOU: And I think it's crazy that I met an Irish girl and we clicked right away.

MAEVE: It's meant to be!

HOST: Such a wonderful start to a relationship and both of you are hot and shared a hot kiss.

YOU: [Nods] Oh, yes.

MAEVE: [Blushes] [laughs]

HOST: So, how did the kiss happen?

YOU: I just wanted to kiss her. Really.

MAEVE: Babe, we agree to keep it a secret! [laughs]

YOU: [Laughs] I always think that Maeve is gorgeous, she's hot and no one can deny that yet she's always insecure about it.

MAEVE: [Quietly chuckles]

YOU: Frankly, a few times I wanted to shake her shoulders and snap her out of it because like, come on, she has nothing to be not confident about but instead of that, I kissed her.

MAEVE: Right! I'm a slow learner but with a kiss, I immediately get it.

HOST: Oh yes, a good snog always helps.

MAEVE: Right?

HOST: You mentioned in the show that someday you'll visit her in Ireland and have drinks together. Have you had the chance to do it?

YOU: [Nods] I already did.

MAEVE: She visited me last summer and we had so much fun.

YOU: We had tons of fun. We went from one pub to another and I obviously can't drink as much as Maeve— Oh, Killian!!!

MAEVE: [Covers face]

HOST: Do I smell something here? [Sniffs] Oh, it reeks of romance.

YOU: I'll leave that to Maeve to explain [Props hand under chin]

MAEVE: After the show we stayed in contact and we hung out a few times, there's something— I can't tell much for now. We want to take things slow.

HOST: It's better than nothing.

YOU: [leans close to the camera] [puts hands around your mouth] They're snogging, everyone!

HOST: Oh, kiss me I'm Irish indeed!

MAEVE: But still, our kiss is the best I've ever had.

HOST: Do you agree with that? Is Maeve still the best kisser?

YOU: Yes and yes and yes.

MAEVE: [Cheers] Eat that, Felix!

HOST: Do you girls have any plans? Upcoming girl's trip? Do you plan on sharing another kiss?

MAEVE: Another kiss for sure!

YOU: We want to do a lot of things and kissing is one of them [puckering lips]

MAEVE: [Blows kisses at you]

HOST: Nothing we love more than two girls wanting to kiss each other! True friendship goals right there!

-

HOST: We're usually able to guess which couple going to make it to the last but we didn't guess it right when they parted ways in the middle of the season. Tell us why it happened, Jamie!

JAMIE: [Rubs forehead] Uh... first thing first, I was sexually frustrated.

YOU: We all were!

JAMIE: I wanted to break the rules and she didn't so I got more frustrated [laughs]

YOU: That's true!

JAMIE: What a man can do?

YOU: A lot, actually! [Rolls eyes] [laughs]

HOST: Let it all out, honey! Let it out!

YOU: What was upsetting to me is that because I was about to open up to him and I was planning on breaking a rule with him but he [sighs] Well, it's your loss, Jamie [smirks]

JAMIE: It was my loss, I admit [hands up]

HOST: But are we good now? Are we on good terms or should we make a peace treaty right here, right now?

YOU: [Laughs]

JAMIE: We're good. We had dinner together the other night.

HOST: Is that true? Is it like... was it civil? Was it a peace offering?

YOU: Nah [shakes head] it was Cole, he told me he's in town and invited me to have dinner together. I would have said no if I knew Jamie was going to be there [gags] [laughs] I'm joking.

JAMIE: I did doubt she'd come if Cole had told her I'd be coming too.

YOU: I came because Cole said he'll pay for dinner [chuckles]

JAMIE: [Closes eyes] [flustered]

YOU: Jokes aside, we're good. We're friends.

JAMIE: Thank you! Everyone can stop coming at me now [laughs] thank you for clearing it up.

HOST: Oh, [wipes forehead] I was about to call for backup here but thank you for keeping this a peaceful reunion.

-

HOST: This is the moment you've been waiting for! They're my favorite couple in the show and it seems like they're everyone's favorite too. Hi, cuties!

FELIX: [Waves hand] Hi!

YOU: Hiya!

HOST: Let's catch up with you first, girl! How are you doing?

YOU: I've been doing great [smiles] I... uhm, I've been working hard on paying my debts and I'm debt-free now.

HOST: Woohoo! That's great!

YOU: Sad that I watched my money gone like that [laughs] but I'm relieved I don't have to think about it again.

HOST: We heard you're finishing fashion school. Is it true?

YOU: Yes, I am. I'm graduating next month!

HOST: [Claps] Oh, congratulations in advance, darling!

FELIX: [Claps] [smiles]

HOST: Aren't you proud of your girl, Felix?

FELIX: [Clears throat] Absolutely! She's been working hard so she deserves every good thing that comes to her.

YOU: [Coos] Thank you [smiles]

HOST: And how are things, Felix? How's life after the retreat?

FELIX: It felt weird to be back in the real world after the retreat. Moreover, I just feel like staying in the villa and not working [laughs]

HOST: Understandable!

FELIX: The only annoying thing about the retreat is Lana [chuckles]

HOST: Uh oh! Let's hope Lana didn't just hear it. For now, let's see some of your moments in the retreat!

YOU: Not you guys showing how I got fingered under the cover again [Facepalms]

HOST: I'm afraid it'll live forever in the TV history.

[Playing video of you and Felix in the retreat]

HOST: Getting flashbacks? How did you feel watching all that?

YOU: Wow. I mean looking back at it now, it feels like I did change. My friends and family kept saying something changed in me but I felt the same. I get it now.

HOST: How about you, Felix?

FELIX: Same. I was single when I joined the show and planned on staying single at the end of it.

HOST: Until the ultimate cockblock appeared?

FELIX: [Chuckles] Yes but the outcome is better than I expected.

HOST: Getting into the important questions now. Please fill in the blanks on what you guys did after the retreat is over.

YOU: [Sighs] [Chuckles] We stayed together for a week. Felix decided to come home and stayed over at my place and yeah... we just went at it.

HOST: Oh, straight into the juicy details, huh?

FELIX: [Laughs] We did like... seven times a day.

YOU: [Laughs] I felt— [inhales] I felt bad for my neighbor at that time.

HOST: Did you guys ahem... did all the things you guys wanted to do in a private suite?

YOU: [Tips head] [Slyly smiles]

FELIX: To be honest... [licks lips] not enough.

HOST: OH MY GOODNESS!

YOU: [Laughs] I had to change the bedsheets every few hours!

HOST: OH, YOU ANIMALS!

FELIX: You want the juicy details [smiles] [shrugs]

HOST: It's wow— It's not juicy, it's rather flooding in here. What happened after that?

YOU: Felix went back to Australia and I got busy working, school.

FELIX: [Nods] I went back to work right away.

HOST: [Blinks eyes] Nothing happened after that?

YOU: We spent New Year's together and after that, we just went back to our lives.

HOST: New Year was two months ago, babes! Wait, are you—

FELIX: We haven't met again after that.

HOST: Oh, no. I don't want to be the bearer of bad news to everyone but I have to ask, are you guys still together?

YOU: Well...

HOST: Hold that tongue and let me get back to you after I asked everyone about their favorite best moments!

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HOST: What is your favorite best moment?

HEIDI: Fooling around with everyone in the pool.

LAURA: Definitely kissing Alex [laughs] No, I'm playing. I had fun doing the all-girls workshop that when I felt the closest to them.

YOU: What I miss the most now is just us girls talking in the dressing room.

KILLIAN: Felix and I working out by the beach together.

JAMIE: It must be the date I had with Mia. I never had a nice date like that.

JOSH: The dance we did in the last episode.

MAEVE: The first party we had and everyone's faces when they found out it was Too Hot To Handle.

ALEX: Goofing around with the boys in the bedroom.

FELIX: That time I was sweating so much from waiting for my girl to come back from the date.

COLE: Must be the times we spent worrying about the money [laughs]

-

HOST: We're back with our favorite couple and about to reveal the fate of their relationship. I'm going to ask you guys again. Are you guys still together?

YOU: The distance is... I guess we kind of having a hard time overcoming it. Other than that, we're both busy, Felix is always traveling for his job and I'm stuck here studying.

FELIX: My worries turned out to be true and we had our ups and downs.

HOST: Stop dragging this around. My heart can't take it.

FELIX: Well... Sorry, I just need to— [exits the frame]

HOST: Felix, where are you going?

YOU: [Looks to the side] [Felix appears in your frame]

HOST: OH?! You guys are—

YOU: [Nods] [Chuckles]

FELIX: I decided to move in with her.

HOST: [Clutches chest] You guys are so mean, I almost had a heart attack.

YOU: [Gets up from chair] [sits on Felix's lap]

FELIX: It's the only way for this to work. Being away from her, the distance... [sighs] it was draining so I sorted a few things, packed up, and moved in.

YOU: I just moved to a new apartment so the timing couldn't be more perfect.

HOST: Is the bedroom soundproofed, babe?

YOU: [Laughs] Not yet but now I plan on doing it.

HOST: You should because it seems to me like it's going to be super loud and busy in there.

FELIX: It's about to [smirks]

HOST: Please show us some love! Share a smooch with us for all of your fans out there.

FELIX: [Turns head] [kisses you on the lips]

HOST: Oh, great! I feel so single now.

YOU: Well, you can always join Too Hot To Handle [Laughs]

HOST: No, thank you. I enjoyed seeing my favorite couple is still all lovey-dovey. Felix, do you have anything to say before we end our interview?

FELIX: Yes. It was nice catching up with everyone and I'm happy to be here with my girlfriend but I'm afraid it's time to f—

HOST: Sorry, Felix, as much as we love a happy ending, we have to cut you off again. It's been fun catching up with all the hot guests from the first season of Too Hot To Handle. Hope to see you guys again next time and thank you for watching!

-

Felix shuts the laptop once the interview is over and puts his arms around you.

"That was fun," he murmurs close to your ear.

You turn your head to the side, letting him capture your lips into a kiss.

"The fun hasn't begun," you mutter against his lips and let go to continue talking, "yet."

He leans in for another kiss as you recline on his chest, his hands roaming around your clothed body and feeling you all over.

"You still make me hard," he seductively whispers into your ear.

When the kiss starts to get deeper and harder, you get up from his lap, unzipping your dress as you walk backward while maintaining eye contact with him.

The dress drops onto the floor and pools around your ankle, exposing the matching underwear you're wearing.

You kick the dress away and it lands next to his feet.

Felix resists picking it up and shakes his head, eyeing the piece of clothing you're wearing that he wants.

"Give it to me," he says with a deep, assertive voice that makes you tingle inside.

"Okay..." Your hand reaches to the back to unclasp your bra.

Sliding the straps down your shoulders, you take the bra off and throwing at him, landed right on his lap.

He hisses as he takes it but does nothing to it, "The other one!"

You shake your head and cup your breasts with your hands, "Nuh-uh! No!"

Felix glares at you and leans forward on his chair, "Give it to me!" He says with a deeper voice.

"Why don't you get it yourself?" You dare him with a sly smile.

Felix reclines on the chair, spreading his legs wide, and pokes his inner cheek with his tongue. It's like he's doing a photoshoot for a magazine.

"I have no other option then," he sighs and quickly gets up from the chair to chase after you.

You squeal as you make a run to the bedroom, but he catches you right before you can climb onto the bed.

"Got you!"

Felix wraps his arms around you and shuts you up with a kiss on your open mouth. His hands get busy roaming around your naked body as his kiss turns sloppy.

You turn around to face him and hook your leg over his, clinging to him as you return his eager kisses.

"Baby..." You whine.

He gently bites at your lower lip and slyly smiles, "What?"

You gently push him away and lay down on the bed, giving him the eyes as you say, "Take those clothes off for me."

Felix is too busy lusting over your almost naked body on the bed to hear what you said to him.

"Baby!" You call him again a little louder.

It works to snap him out of his possibly lewd daydream, "No time to take the clothes off," he says, then jumps onto the bed.

-

Felix likes it more if you’re the one taking his clothes off for him.

Your hands are swiftly unbuttoning his shirt while your mouth is busy returning his hard and deep kisses. You impatiently part it open once you're done unbuttoning them all.

Felix eventually has to be the one getting rid of it, reluctantly letting go of the kiss to do it. He hurls it across the room to hover above you again.

"I miss you," he earnestly says as he stares deeply into your eyes.

"Aww..." you coo and brush his already tousled hair, "I miss you too."

Your fingertips lightly trail his cheek dusted with freckles and cup his jaw, "Come, kiss me again!" you sweetly demand with an adorable pout.

He's more than happy to comply, pressing his lips on you again. His heart is shrunk from being away from you too long, but the kiss helps him fill it with warm feelings, and revives it back to life.

A part of him still can't believe that he's moving in with you and he can see you every day, kissing you as many times as he wants.

"I love you," he mutters as he breaks the kiss.

"I love you too," you say back with a smile that makes his heart rattle inside his chest.

"Baby, isn't it time for you to give me head?"

He breaks into laughter, "So impatient, huh?"

"Well, you've been away for long..." you meekly answer and put your legs around his waist to draw him closer.

You lowly giggle as you guide his hand down south, "A girl has her needs, you know."

He rubs over your clothed core and slyly grinning as he looks down at you, "Uh-huh?"

You nod and spread your legs wider for him, "You still make me wet," you say as you watch his hand slip into your underwear.

"Mmh..." He hums with a quick kiss on your neck.

Felix continues the trail of kisses down your neck and chest, biting on your nipples on his way down to kiss your abdomen.

You squirm as his mouth gets closer to where you want him to be. A moan falls out of your parted mouth as his mouth makes contact with your clothed cunt.

Oh, how he misses hearing the noises you make as his tongue lapping at your wetness. The taste of you quench his thirst yet he can't have enough.

Your hand tangles in his hair, tugging at it whenever the pleasure gets overwhelming and at the same time, telling him that he's doing the right thing.

There are so many things he wants to do but one pops out in his head at this moment. He sucks hard on your clit before letting it go.

Hastily, he kisses your mouth, ignoring his mouth drenched in your essence.

"Baby?"

"Yeah?" You breathlessly ask with wide eyes.

He places a slobbering kiss on your jaw before answering you, "Do you have anything we can play with?"

You shot him a surprised look, then lowly chuckle, "In the second drawer of the dresser."

-

A part of him still can't believe that he's moving in with you and he can see you every day, kissing you as many times as he wants.

"I love you," he mutters as he breaks the kiss.

"I love you too," you say back with a smile that makes his heart rattle inside his chest.

"Baby, isn't it time for you to give me head?"

He breaks into laughter, "So impatient, huh?"

"Well, you've been away for long..." you meekly answer and put your legs around his waist to draw him closer.

You lowly giggle as you guide his hand down south, "A girl has her needs, you know."

He rubs over your clothed core and slyly grinning as he looks down at you, "Uh-huh?"

You nod and spread your legs wider for him, "You still make me wet," you say as you watch his hand slip into your underwear.

"Mmh..." He hums with a quick kiss on your neck.

Felix continues the trail of kisses down your neck and chest, biting on your nipples on his way down to kiss your abdomen.

You squirm as his mouth gets closer to where you want him to be. A moan falls out of your parted mouth as his mouth makes contact with your clothed cunt.

Oh, how he misses hearing the noises you make as his tongue lapping at your wetness. The taste of you quench his thirst yet he can't have enough.

Your hand tangles in his hair, tugging at it whenever the pleasure gets overwhelming and at the same time, telling him that he's doing the right thing.

There are so many things he wants to do but one pops out in his head at this moment. He sucks hard on your clit before letting it go.

Hastily, he kisses your mouth, ignoring his mouth drenched in your essence.

"Baby?"

"Yeah?" You breathlessly ask with wide eyes.

He places a slobbering kiss on your jaw before answering you, "Do you have anything we can play with?"

You shot him a surprised and lowly chuckle, "In the second drawer of the dresser."

-

Nothing can compare to the feeling of entering you and the look on your face as you slowly take his length.

Felix is on cloud nine once his cock is fully buried inside you, he tenderly caresses your cheek and puts your hair to the side.

"Always taking me so well, mmh?" He coos at you.

You smile with your eyes closed as a response to his sweet praise.

It only gets better now that he's getting help from the vibrator he takes from your drawer. He turns it on and it's buzzing in his hand.

Slowly, he puts the vibrator on your clit and pays attention to the facial expression you make as a guide to please you.

It's the first time for him as well to use it on you and feel the vibration even though his cock is snug inside your velvety walls.

"Good, baby?" He asks.

You nod with a blissful smile on your face, squirming on the bed with moans spilling out of your parted mouth.

Felix pauses by turning off the vibrator and begins to slowly thrust into you at a steady pace.

Your eyes are screwed shut and your hands are gripping the sides of your pillow.

"Baby, oh..." You moan out loud.

As much as he wants to please you, he wants to take his time and give you the best of pleasure. He leans down to kiss you again, giving you a break by slowly making out with you.

"Faster, yeah?" He asks against your lips.

"Okay," you answer with your lips wet from the kisses.

He kisses you before getting into position, turning on the vibrator, and changing the speed settings.

It's getting more intense now and he can feel it as you tighten and flutter around him. You're sucking him deeper so that he can't help himself but draw his cock out of you and slowly slip it in.

You're a moaning mess, clawing at the bedsheets and squirming on the bed, "Oh, fu..." your curse goes into a breathless moan.

He can see the sheen of sweat covering your body and tears pooling in the corner of your eyes, overwhelmed by the stimulations he's doing to you.

"Close, baby?"

"Yeah, yeah," you repeatedly answer in a broken voice.

Felix decides to ditch the vibrator and puts all of his focus on you, he's hovering above you, giving you a minute to calm down.

"You feel so good, baby, oh..." he praises along with a hot kiss on your lips.

"Been dreaming of fucking you this good," he murmurs with his mouth planted on your neck.

You hold the nape of his neck and bring his head close for a passionate kiss that takes his breath away. You both gasp for air the second you let go.

"Make me feel good, baby," you whine, arching your back and intentionally clenching around him.

A raw groan rips out of his throat, Felix drops his head into your neck and gathers his senses, or else he'll lose it right there, right now.

"Ain't I making you feel good right now?" He asks.

"I want more," you reply with a naughty grin on your face.

As a boyfriend, Felix will always give you what you want and it happens that he wants the same thing too.

With a deep kiss and he plants his hands against the mattress, he starts thrusting into you again. He sets a steady pace at first, yet a moment later, he loses all control and picks up the speed.

It's getting more intense that he can't contain his grunts and he can feel your nails digging into the flesh on his back.

"Oh, I..." The rest of your words turn incoherent as he mercilessly pounds into you.

Felix lets himself go the second you reach your climax, using every bit of his senses left to get to his release. He crashes his mouth on you and you break the kiss not long after as you let out a loud moan.

He collapses onto you and you wrap your arms around him, reorganizing your breathing with your bodies rising and falling in sync.

"Imagine if we did all that in retreat," you murmur with a quick kiss on his bare shoulder.

Felix's laughs reverberate through your body as he's snuggled on top of you.

"We'd break not only Lana's rules," he props a hand against the mattress and lovingly kisses your lips.

"We'd also break Lana's bank."

-

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⠀ ︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ Summertime Sadness

— Wanderer

⊹ Details. 18+ minors dni, gn!reader, situationship, love confessions, Wanderer is referred to as "Kuni" short for Kunikuzushi. ⊹ Run time. 1.0k ⊹ Note. A little gift fic for @kokonoiis for the exchange hosted within the House of Solis Occasum. Hope you like it!

The Sumeru summer heat hangs thickly in the air even as night has crept over the horizon. The Akademyia’s libraries were unbearable. Humidity soaked through your clothes and clung to your skin. It’s sticky embrace following you throughout the barren aisles of ancient tomes and long forgotten research papers. Your shoes clicked against the slick tile with each step. Your pacing does little to stifle the discomfort and absolute boredom that prickles at your stress-addled mind. 

“Can you stop that!” Kuni snaps, his voice echoing across the empty library. 

From across the room, you can see the scowl lines deeply etched into his face. A sigh passes through his lips as he buries his head into his hands.You think a small and quick apology is uttered beneath his breath but it may have been your mind playing tricks on you. Bouncing on the balls of your feet for a moment, you hesitate to take a step toward him.

“Maybe you should take a break,” you call, tucking your hands behind your back, “It's half past two in the morning, surely the rest of this paper can wait until you’ve rested?”

You don’t have to look directly at him to know his scowl has been directed towards you. His frustrated gaze pierces your skin. A small voice in the back of your head reminds you that Kuni is upset with you, he’s just overworked. That’s why you asked.

“It’s due in two days.”

The closer you draw, the more apparent his dark circles become. You bite your lip in worry. He always overworked himself. 

“I thought you were just editing it?”

His bottom lip wobbles like he wants to snarl. You were right. Though he wouldn’t admit that. His pride was too strong.

“Come on, let's get some fresh air and rest,” you murmur, reaching your hands out to grab his, “I’ll even make you some green tea and omurice, I’ve nearly perfected it from the recipe you gave me!”

Your pleading eyes must work because Kuni sighs and begins to gather his things. Clapping your hands together, you turn towards the exit. The thought of fresh evening air on your skin was delightful. Peeking over your shoulder, you watch Kuni’s haggard movements. He languidly gathers his papers together, even the ones he said he was going to discard, and tucks them into his satchel just as a yawn eats away at him. Tears prickle at the corner of his eyes, and Kuni harshly rubs them away with a frown.

“I’d hardly call the air fresh,” he murmurs, slinking beside you, “It’s so hot here, even at night.”

Slipping his hand into yours, Kuni sighs as you lead him out of the library, “Do you miss Inazuma?” He shrugs his shoulders, squinting a bit from the bright street lights that blind him, “I miss it, now that the borders are open maybe we can visit home someday.”

Kuni gives you a half coherent mumble of what you think is agreement.

You smile at those still roaming the streets, many of them heading home after closing down their shops for the day. They offer a smile back to you and him.

“I don’t want to go home yet.”

His deep plum eyes are trained ahead, his thoughts swimming somewhere in the distance. He keeps walking, past your apartment, and through the city. The noise of Sumeru’s bustling nightlife fades into a small buzz that’s swallowed up by the soothing waves that crash into the port. The air’s a bit lighter here, salt dances on its breeze, and reminds you of the days in which you ran around Ritou carelessly.

“We can sit for a bit, if you want.”

Kuni nods and allows you to bring him to the pier. Light bounces off the inky abyss of the ocean, it mesmerizes your sleep addled mind. The wooden dock creaks as you plop down onto it to untie your shoes and roll up the hem of your pants. You sigh in relief as you dip your feet into the water, leaning back on your elbows to watch Kuni.

He pensively stares at the ocean in silence.

In the months that you’ve known you, you’re unsure if you could ever truly get a good read on him. He kept his past well hidden and didn’t much speak about his upbringing. You’re sure if you had not also been raised in Inazuma you may not have known anything about him, other than his vocation at the Akademiya.

He crosses his legs as he sits beside you, turning his gaze toward you.

“You know I’m really glad I met you,” you confess, offering him a smile, “I think I’d be really lonely here without you. It’s hard being so far away from, well, everything I’ve ever known.”

“I love you.” He says it suddenly, his gaze unwavering and intense. You feel yourself begin to shrivel beneath it in shock.

You didn’t know if you’d call this thing you had with Kuni dating. Sure, you kissed a few times here and there, went out on a few dates, and spent more time than you had with anyone else at the Akademiya, but he wasn’t your boyfriend. You weren’t his either. Friend, maybe, but lover? You weren’t sure, even if you did things that most would constitute as grounds for you two being a couple.

“I-”

“You don’t have to say it back,” he interrupts, his face warm and flushed beneath the pale moonlight, “I just wanted you to know.”

“I was going to say, I think I love you too.”

Kuni frowns, “You think?”

“Yeah,” you shrug nervously, “I’ve never been in love before, I don’t know how it's supposed to feel.”

Resting his head on your shoulder, Kuni sighs, “I think it feels like this.”

You rest your head on top of his, looking out into the water, your heart swelled up in your chest and blood rushed past your ears. Maybe it did feel like this.

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Suffocation: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Suffocation MLIST Summary: Time spent apart from Gojo means time spent with the students. That is, until your powers awaken. ps,, new chapter leaks?? we are so back!!! <3 Wc: 6, 500

The two of you, in fact, never got the chance to talk about it. You had fallen asleep on the couch, this time without him but with the students and your brother. As Gojo passed the common room on his way out, he thought about waking you to say goodbye. But you looked so peaceful leaning against the armrest, with Yuji curled beside you like a kitten. 

The fact that Nobara, let alone Megumi, felt comfortable enough to do the same made Gojo's heart swell. All of them leaned against each other until it fell on you, your arms once spread wide but now curling into your chest, a peaceful smile spreading across your dream-filled face. 

All he could do was pull out his phone and snap a picture, hoping he would get close enough with you to show it someday. To really make you understand that you were the missing piece in all of their lives. You would be a great mother. You would be a fantastic wife. You were everything and more.

Time did not matter; only the impact did. And what a crater you would leave behind. 

What was this feeling? 

Gojo allowed himself to steal one more look at you before returning to the duties he dreaded. It was convenient to be the most powerful sorcerer for once, as he deliberately teleported back to leave a present on your vanity, praying you would miss him as much as he would miss you in the next few days. Hoping you would understand. 

When you woke, Gojo was already gone. And as you checked your phone later in the morning, you found his message. 

Annoying ass teacher guy:> Will be back in a few days. Don't miss me too much, princess. 

He imagined that since you were around the students, you would try to hide your blush as well as you could before typing back a witty reply with ease. 

Yuji’s sister </3:> And if I miss you too much? 

Annoying ass teacher guy:> I don't want you to be sad, but that might make what i'll do to you even more special ;) 

Yuji’s sister </3:> you flirt 

Annoying ass teacher guy:> check your desk 

"Ugh!! Nanamiiiinnn!" Gojo sighed dramatically, flinging himself next to Nanami on the couch. It was idiotic with how anxious he was for your reply. 

"What Gojo?" he grumbled, tersely flipping the page of his book. 

"I won't see her for three days!" he whined. "Will she remember who I am?" 

"The fact that she texted you back should be your answer," Nanami sighed, dismissing his friend's behavior as another joke. He didn't even know who Gojo was talking about, as he had already tuned out the teasing and nonchalance all morning. "Keep in mind we are here for work." 

"We're done with work for the day, so you dont have an excuse to not listen to me." 

Nanami put his book down, heaving a sigh. "Fine, spit it out." 

A long silence passed as Gojo gathered his thoughts, deciding to start from the beginning. He didn't know if Yuji had said anything to Nanami yet about your arrival, but it didn't matter. Gojo wanted to talk about you; hell, he needed to. Just to think about something else, anything to get your face out of his mind. Talking about it had to help, right? His emotions were always bottled up, but this feeling… this one, was unlike any other. 

Plus, Nanami had always been good with women. Advice shouldn't hurt, even if he was seeking it out from the person who would be harshest with him. It was needed. 

And so, Gojo decided to ramble as he described your arrival, abilities, relation to Yuji, and what the two of you had already gone through in a week. The last thing he added was your beauty, which was definitely worth asseverating. 

"She's all I can think about," he repined. 

Nanami deadpanned. "You've only known her for a week," he said without thinking, but then really reflected on how Gojo was acting, how he talked about you, and how he said your name. There was a deep yearning, carefully covered with humor and dramatics. Had he ever seriously cared for a woman this much before? Nanami couldn't think of a time. Gojo was his usual, over-dramatic self, but Nanami noticed the differences. It was in the way Gojo moved, the slight uncertainty in his eyes, and how relieved his body language became once he finished his tangent. 

Even just the description of you intrigued Nanami. Yes, it was astonishing to hear that Yuji had a sister and even more surprising to discover you had unique, undocumented cursed energy. 

"You think the flowers were too much?" 

"You bought a woman flowers?" Nanami's cold demeanor cracked into one of surprise. Then, he awkwardly cleared his throat to cover. "Absolutely not; flowers are a very safe choice." 

"Seriously, is it that surprising?" Gojo sighed in defeat. "Why is everyone so surprised? I went on dates all the time, I know how to please a woman!"

"Not that you couldn't do it, but chose to." 

That caused Gojo to fall silent. How his friend was able to read him so clearly was astonishing in itself. He was right, and that's what bothered Gojo. He had walked through life expecting never to feel this way, as he didn't have the time or energy to keep a woman by his side long enough for it to be worth it, let alone labeled. But with you, he wanted to. All he needed was for you to say yes. 

Watching Gojo's eyebrows furrow, the realization spreading across his face, Nanami continued. "I know you've been with women before, but it actually seems like you deeply care for her. In the decade I've known you, I've never seen you like this." 

"There's just something about her." Gojo twirled his phone between his fingers. Staring off into the distance. "I don't know what to do." 

"Why wouldn't you know what to do?" 

Part of Gojo was still determining whether he should allow himself to entertain the thought of you. Was this smart? Was he being fooled in a way he never thought possible? It was hard to trust, but you had never made him uneasy. Sometimes, you only need to look at a person to understand their intentions. And yours were pure. 

But Gojo had been fooled before. All that distrust came flooding back as he thought of your unique ability. You somehow slipped past his infinity, and it frustrated him. He had let his guard down around you without realizing it. It was as simple as breathing when you were near. You weren't just beautiful and kind; you were also powerful. A road that could prove treacherous if he didn't play his cards right, not just for him but for everyone who relied on him, too. 

"I've never felt this way before." 

"And why are you making that seem like a bad thing?" 

"Have you ever pictured me with a woman by my side?" 

"I sure hoped and prayed that there was someone who could put you in your place." 

Reluctantly, Gojo finally asked the question that mattered most. "What if I hurt her?" 

"You probably will, but that's just how relationships go sometimes. Especially with a life as complicated as ours. Whether she can handle it or not, is up to her." 

Gojo soaked in Nanami's words, ultimately concluding that he was worrying too much. If it was meant to be, it would. Right? 

Everything eventually worked itself out, and he hoped that it could end in you being his alone. What wishful thinking. 

"You know what Nanamin?" Gojo glanced over at his friend and coworker. "You're right." 

And once Nanami saw that mischievous smile spread back across Gojo's face, he knew everything was back to normal. He shook his head, the slightest smile threatening to grace his lips. But Gojo knew he was hiding it when the corners of his eyes crinkled. 

"Why do you look so smug?" 

"I just can't believe that someone is willing to date you." 

"You are so mean!" Gojo whined again, standing up from the couch and walking sluggishly to the exit as if he had been physically wounded. "I'll prove you wrong, Nanamin. Next time we meet she'll be in love with me." 

And then, his phone pinged a message from you. 

Y/N<3:> I love it, Satoru. 

Curious, you wandered back into your room after breakfast. His message had left you operating at half capacity from the anticipation of it all. As soon as you opened the door, your eyes darted to your desk, where you found a bouquet of roses. The most beautiful bundle you'd ever seen. 

There was a vase with a note attached. Picking it up with one hand, the other thumbed over the soft, ruby petals. As you finished the note, a permanent smile spread across your face for the rest of the day. 

Keep the vase beautiful. As long as you're here, you won't go a week without flowers. - Satoru 

One day turned into two, and you couldn't configure why it made you sad. It really shouldn't. Gojo's absence should be acceptable to you, but the longing in your chest told you otherwise. 

Yuji claimed he was just on an emergency assignment and assured you it was normal. None of the students or staff seemed to bat an eye at his absence either. It allowed you to settle in without distractions and gave you more free time to befriend Yuji and the students. They trained with you, taught you what they knew, and refused to leave you alone for over an hour. In fact, they made your apartment their new hangout spot. They claimed it was cozy and smelled good, and you were too nice to refuse their company. 

A gigantic beanbag had been brought in, and they were taking advantage of your Nintendo Switch games while you skimmed through a textbook peacefully on your bed. The campus library was a perfect resource, filled with specific literary curse techniques you couldn’t find elsewhere. You were learning so much, not just about jujutsu but also about yourself and your abilities. If only you could uncover the link between them all. 

The sound effects of Mario Kart and the focused grunts of the students filled the room. The race ended, and Yuji sighed in defeat. “Are you sure you don’t wanna get in on this, Y/N?” he asked, head falling to the beanbag as he stared at you upside down. 

“I need to study!” you chuckled. “Maybe next time?” 

“Gojo should be back tonight, maybe he’ll join.” Megumi shrugged, already forcing the three of them into another tournament. You couldn’t help but perk up slightly at the mention of the white-haired sorcerer. He hadn’t told you when he’d return, and you couldn’t deny how badly you wanted to talk with him. 

“But he always wins!” Yuji groaned. 

“Oh?” you snorted. “So you only want me to join so you can beat me?”

Yuji snapped his head up, laughing nervously. “No I promise!” 

Sticking your tongue out, your eyes returned to the textbook in your lap. 

Nobara watched you closely before the match started, and your reaction to the mention of her Sensei confirmed her suspicions. Your sudden smile was also a dead giveaway. 

“I bet Y/N would join if Gojo was here~” she teased, snickering to herself. 

That definitely interrupted your train of thought, and you immediately became flustered. At least one person noticed something was going on.

“What makes you say that?” you squeaked, mentally smacking yourself for how obvious you sounded, cheeks already beginning to burn. There was no reason for you to be nervous about it. Yes, Gojo was their teacher… but you were an adult and had no previous affiliation with him to make it scandalous. A relationship with Gojo might only be weird if Yuji was uncomfortable. Would he be? Were you thinking way too much about it?

You were definitely jumping to conclusions. Gojo probably didn’t feel the same way about you. Gifts could only get him so far. His nickname for you and how he touched you didn’t necessarily mean he wanted what you did. 

Then you remembered what he did to you before he left. And your anxiety spiked once again. 

“You like him, do you not?” Nobara pried through a lighthearted laugh, even if she couldn’t understand. The thought made her want to barf. You were way too good for him. But her Sensei had his perks, and maybe, just maybe, he deserved someone like you in his life.  

Fuck. You really wished Gojo was there to do the talking, to make it seem like a joke, to deflect the accusation with his ridiculous and ambiguous humor. You were so unsure about everything, but especially Gojo. You didn’t know him well enough yet, you didn’t know the students well enough to put a label on anything. “I mean…” you trailed off, trying to sound nonchalant. “What's not to like?” 

Megumi facepalmed, knowing what was about to happen. 

“You like-like Gojo Sensei?” Yuji asked in confusion, almost dropping the switch remote. 

Your hands shot up in defense, growing frantic and flustered when all three students craned their heads to stare at you. “I dont know?” 

“Oh my God,” Megumi sighed in defeat. “She does.” 

“Really?” Yuji blinked multiple times, glancing at his friends and then back to you, wondering if he’d been too oblivious to realize. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” 

“You both are so dumb sometimes.” Nobara pinched her nose. “Who do you think got her those roses on her desk?” 

They all turned their heads to look at your desk, which, in fact, still displayed the flamboyant bouquet of red roses placed neatly in a glass vase. It was so obvious. Of course, Nobara would notice something like that. 

“It’s not what it looks like…” you tittered, wanting to run into your closet and hide from the embarrassment of it all. 

“I assumed it was just a friendly welcoming gift!” Yuji fussed in response to being called dumb. 

“Red is the color of love, idiot,” Megumi sighed. 

Yuji slumped further into the bean bag, releasing an even more exasperated sigh than Megumi. He wasn’t upset about it, only frustrated that he wasn’t the first to notice and ask you about it. Days passed, and nobody said a word about something so important. Gojo liked you? Like that? 

“Have you kissed?” Nobara pried further, desperate to hear the gossip. 

You didn’t reply, trying to hide the bashful smile that threatened to spread across your face by biting down on your lip. You did more than just kiss, but you would keep that to yourself. Even if you didn’t say anything, what you felt was displayed in your expression. Why were you so bad at lying? 

Nobara threw her head back with a cackle, nudging Yuji in his side. “How do you feel Yuji? Gojo likes your sister!” 

Your brother seemed to ponder for a minute longer than you hoped for, but all he did was shrug and admit, “I’m surprised,” he said, but then smiled at you with kindness and understanding in his eyes. “If that’s what you want Y/N. I’m okay with it.” 

“Really?” Your mouth dropped open. “It's not weird?” you asked none of them in particular. 

“I don’t think it's weird,” Megumi finally butted in. “Gojo can be a good person when he wants to be.” 

“Yeah!” Yuji beamed at you, thinking it funny that you would consider his feelings in the matter. “You don’t need to worry about how I would feel. You’re my sister, but only as of recently. You deserve to be with who you want!” 

What a gentle, kind, and loving soul your brother was. How could he be so sweet at such a young age? It had taken you far longer to open yourself up, to trust, and seek happiness. He made it seem easy, as if he hadn’t endured his own trauma of death and separation. 

“Thanks, Yuji.” You smiled back at him, relaxing back to your previous, unbothered demeanor. “I’ll take that into consideration.” 

“That’s it?” Nobara sighed. “No more details?” 

“No more details.” You scrunched your face at her teasingly. “Once I figure it out, you’ll be the first to know.” 

“Boooooo,” she jeered, picking up a remote and leaning back toward Yuji. “At least we have something to blackmail Gojo with now,” she whispered loud enough for you to hear. 

Yuji chuckled at that, and so did Megumi. They all continued to play their game, and you went back to reading your book. You smiled as you scanned through the lines and jotted down notes about domain expansions. According to Gojo, they were a rare occurrence, but it was wise to be as prepared as possible. You remembered as much as you could about his—how awakened and alive you felt. A cursed spirit would be a different story, though. And you preferred to not think more about it just yet. You only hoped you would never be trapped in one. 

About to turn another page, you felt that all too familiar rush of dread. 

No…not right now. It was too soon. 

A gasp left your lips, and you went rigid. Before you could even think to warn Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara of what they were about to witness, the upper portion of your body violently snapped back into the bed. 

The headboard smacked against the wall loud enough to alert the students. One breath was all you could take before a sudden coldness infected every portion of your body. Then, you began to cease, all control of your body vanishing. 

“Y/N?” Yuji immediately shot up from the beanbag, followed by his duo. They all rushed to your bed as if sensing the pressure in the room change. The candle you had burning blew out as Yuji scooped his hands under your head, trying his best to cradle you. “What’s wrong?” 

“Is she okay?” Megumi barked, eyes wide in concern. Nobara’s eyes shot to the now-smoking candle. 

A few more spasms ricocheted through your body, and you grit your teeth in an attempt to relax. All you needed to speak was a few strained sentences. Your body was so stiff, and you could feel your hands clench. Your eyes started to droop before you could stop them. 

“N…Notebook…” you stuttered, trying to gesture to the only one sitting on your desk. “And quill!” you forced out. It clicked without further explaining for Megumi, and he snatched them and brought them to you. 

Yuji, on the other hand, was frantic, shouting your name over and over again. Nobara was reaching for her cell phone, yelling about calling an ambulance. 

“Normal!” you cried out, shaking uncontrollably. “It's normal…” You went limp in Yuji’s arms and were finally able to rush out what you needed. “Don’t call anyone–”  you strained. 

It wasn’t a typical seizure; you knew it. Your body contorted in ways that looked painful and unnatural, and you knew you were scaring them. This was the first time you were losing control in front of others. Tears started gathering in the corner of your eyes from the fear of it all, from the judgment and the embarrassment. 

Then, your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you ceased again. It would continue to happen until you picked up that stupid quill. You felt helpless, not just for yourself but for your poor brother, who was now about to witness just how strange you really were. 

The last thing you felt was Megumi sliding the quill into your enclosed grip. 

Gojo felt the shift before he opened your door, the gifts he brought back for you and the students falling to the floor as he burst through it, freezing as his eyes settled on your contorted body. You were utterly still, the only part of you moving was your hand, metal tip scribbling against the paper. The sound of it was abhorrent as if every etch foretold destruction. Invisible dread hung in the air, undoubtedly coming from whatever prophecy you were weaving.

But your eyes were what scared him. They were completely rolled back into your head, so much so that the blood vessels looked as if they were going to burst. You suddenly began to twitch violently, making Yuji gasp with concern, making Gojo rush to your side, dancing along a frantic line. 

“Gojo Sensei!” Megumi turned to him with wide eyes. “What’s happening?” 

“It's okay!” He approached you as if he was in a trance, and the students moved aside. He didn’t know if you were okay if this was normal or expected. You had only summarized these episodes briefly. 

Once he was at your side, his knees gave out. He felt almost paralyzed, gazing at you in such apparent pain and unable to think of a way to fix it. This was an undiscovered form of cursed energy. He tried desperately to scan through his memories for one instance of something similar but came up with nothing. 

“She was fine just a second ago,” Nobara muttered in shock, glancing around as if she could solve it and relieve your predicament. 

“Did she say anything before?” Gojo asked, eyebrows knitting with worry. 

“T-That it was normal,” Yuji said, standing behind Gojo with a worried, distraught expression, noticing how his Sensei’s eyebrows furrowed as if he, too, was at a loss for what to do. Yuji couldn’t recall a time when Gojo was confused, let alone displayed such concern. 

Gojo relaxed slightly but still reached out and adjusted your pillow to support your neck. At that point, he didn’t care if his students watched him reach out and caress your cheek. He was so worried. It didn’t matter if you had warned him about something like this. The way you twitched and gasped and the tears that still poured from the corners of your eyes made him furious. 

Glancing at the notebook that your quill was scratching erratically on, Gojo still found it blank even as he used his six eyes. “I saw her last prophecy. But I can't see anything yet. I think she has to finish,” he whispered, grasping your other hand to let you know he was there for you. 

Faintly, your pinky finger twitched against his palm, curving around his own finger before going limp again. Then, you twitched, a loud gasp heaving from your throat. 

“Something is coming,” was all you said, eyes still rolled back before you shot up into a sitting position. It seemed impossible, but you began to scratch faster as your cursed energy burst to life, almost engulfing the entire room. All-consuming was the green aura, and the surprise of it all caused Gojo to jolt back. Nobara yelped in fright. 

When everyone glanced back at you, they realized the notebook was floating, so were you and the loose items around you. And now, your eyes were glowing. Your aura was so unique, so rare. It was calming when it should be everything but. 

The quill left the paper and began to brush more fluidly, calmly, and peacefully into the open space around you. Trying to focus, Gojo started to understand what you were actually doing. As beautiful as it was, the Kanji began to flow together to cast a spell. An ancient one, not a prophecy. 

It felt like a mirage, as if Gojo was stepping through a rainbow. Beautiful colors, your beautiful face. The depths of your soul. The parts of you he craved to know. He saw flashes of you, moments that hadn't happened yet but felt like they were meant to. Your smile, your kindness, loyalty, and trust. Love was what it was. And he had so much of it to give. He would die for you in a heartbeat; he would do anything to keep that pretty smile on your face. He imagined himself holding you, imagined how amazing it would feel to call you his wife—he saw himself getting down on one knee, that expensive ring sparkling from inside a black velvet box. With tears streaming down your face, you nodded furiously. “I love you so much, Satoru.” 

“Gojo what are you doing?” Megumi’s voice interrupted his vision, tinged with panic and warning. 

The promised future vanished as quickly as it came, as Gojo realized he was holding your face, and you were holding his. No, not just his face; the fingers of your left hand were curled around his blindfold, and your right hand had begun to tug at the knot. You had almost slipped past the infinity that protected his soul. And you would have done it with ease. 

Surprised, Gojo tugged his head back. And at the loss of contact, you gasped. A cry left your lips as the cursed energy you released shot back inside of you, snapping your body back to the bed. The silence that followed was deafening, and all anyone could hear was the sound of their pounding hearts, trying desperately to clear their minds of the haze your aura commanded. 

The students and teacher all glanced at each other with dazed expressions. Glossy eyes and opened mouths proved that all of them had seen something, not just Gojo. 

“What did you see Yuji?” Gojo asked, snapping back to reality faster than them. He knew you were okay by the steadiness of your breathing but was still cautious to get too close again. 

Your brother blinked, still trying to comprehend what he’d seen. It felt so genuine and authentic like it had happened before. “I was sitting next to Y/N at a large dinner table. We all were…toasting to something. I don’t know what, but I was so happy. She told me how proud she was to be my sister. There were others there too but I couldn’t see their faces. You were on the other side of her, Sensei.” 

Gojo’s eyes snapped to the others, taking note of Yuji’s explanation. A different vision, but similar to his—both of their visions highlight a relationship to you. 

Megumi could feel Gojo’s gaze on him, knowing he’d been asked a question, but couldn’t muster a response. He knew he looked like a deer in the headlights, sort of how Yuji and Nobara both did. But instead of being able to explain what flashed through his mind, Megumi just swallowed hard in hopes of distracting himself from the pang in his chest.

There was no way, just no way. What had he even seen? Was it the future? Was it something he wanted and didn’t even know? All he knew was that the mirage had cracked the second he called you mom. Megumi had called you mom. There were no words to describe the feeling that constricted at his throat and prevented him from speaking. What he saw was you resting under a tree, nestled between his demon dogs and reading a book. They had grown a liking to you, just as he had. 

“I need them for training, mom,” Megumi called over, rolling his eyes. 

“But I’m so comfy!” you whined, and the dogs snorted in agreement. 

“When you’re done, please let me know.” 

What did that even mean? How did that happen?  Regardless, the gaping hole of belongingness cracked open further. And as Megumi ruminated over what he’d seen, he was left even more confused. 

“We were shopping for…clothes…” Nobara finally said, but stopped before finishing. She intentionally broke her Sensei's focus after noticing the turmoil and confusion in Megumi’s eyes. The unanticipated vision was confusing her, too. The two of you had been shopping for baby clothes. And as she thought harder, she realized you had a slight baby bump poking through your sundress. The floppy summer hat you wore could not conceal the happiness in your eyes as you looked at her, wondering which outfit she thought was the cutest. After she gave her advice, you replied, “You’re gonna be the best auntie ever.” 

Was this a glimpse of the future? And if so, did the others have a similar premonition like hers? 

Dazed, you finally opened your eyes. The overhead light blinded you, only for a moment, before you remembered where you were and who you were surrounded with. Tears slipped past your eyelids before you could stop them. There were so many emotions and questions racing through your entire body that it would be impossible to properly formulate them. You were shaking still, feeling like you were being chased out of an incredible high. A high that reached its peak and was crashing down, leaving you distraught and fatigued. 

“I’m sorry!” you choked out between gasps, feeling like you were suffocating, sitting up to see all of them staring at you with apprehensive eyes. “I-I’m sorry—”

“It’s okay,” Gojo immediately rushed back to your side, grasping your failing hands and pressing them softly into your lap. “Take a deep breath. It’s okay.” 

Nodding furiously with tears streaming down your face, you inhaled sharply, his touch instantly soothing you. 

“Slower.” Gojo nodded. “It’s okay.” 

Feeling the pounding in your ears start to fade, you swallowed, mustering a sad smile as you glanced at him. He looked so worried from what you could see on his face, and it made a peculiar hollowness reside within your thoughts, realizing you had ruined his arrival. Your surroundings were different, too. Your books and supplies were strewn across the floor, along with presents at the entrance to your room. Had Gojo brought home gifts? 

“I don’t know what happened. That’s never happened before.” 

Your expression of paranoia explained enough to the white-haired sorcerer. Was that look in your eyes one of guilt? What could you possibly feel guilty for? Were you afraid he wouldn't believe you? 

“I believe you,” Gojo whispered, releasing his hands from covering yours. He hesitated, wanting to comfort you more, but relented. You probably needed your space anyway. There was no clear answer for what just happened, and you were nonplussed, looking to him for answers he couldn’t give you. At least, not immediately, but he would try his best. 

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Yuji questioned as he crossed the room, taking the opportunity to comfort you now that Gojo backed away. “Are you hurt?” 

Remaining silent as Yuji gave you a hug, Gojo watched the two of you interact, mostly Yuji fussing over you, asking over and over again if you were okay. “No, no, I’m fine.” You tried your best to smile at your brother.

“Are you sure?” Gojo pressed further, recognizing the uncertainty in your eyes. This was a shock to everyone, Gojo especially, unsure how to feel about the glimpse into his future. Was it wise for him to know something that important? His feelings for you were already passional, and he was undeniably infatuated with you. A seer with comparable powers hadn’t been born in centuries, so the validity of your visions was unknown. But, visions were more tangible and easier to understand than prophecies. Was this a promise or a hint? Could it be changed based on the choices he made? 

“Do you remember what happened?” Gojo finally asked after a stretch of silence. 

Shaking your head, you looked over at the notebook beside you. The energy was palpable, and it was coming from it. You pushed it across the bed and nodded at him to take it. Part of you was scared to read its contents, from the impartial images that flashed through your mind, from the inexplicability of it all and the lack of understanding. What scared you the most, though, was that you were certain. What you saw was going to happen eventually. You didn’t know when or how it would happen, but it would. None of your predictions ever failed to come true. 

Scanning the words, Gojo sat down on the bed next to you. He seemed calmer than you, acting like what he witnessed was an everyday experience. Somehow, it helped settle your thoughts. If he wasn't worried, there was no reason for you to be either. The trust you were developing for him only resonated deeper. 

The students huddled around Gojo, trying to peak over his shoulder for a glimpse of the cursed energy. 

“Let me see it!” Yuji whined. 

That managed to make you laugh through your nose. 

As soon as the sky is colored green, 

The chosen one will realize their blindness

Souls will clash and die, but love will blossom

Children of clans from old fight demons that seek redemption, 

The day the king returns, all hope will be lost until she aw—a. A. Awake. Awaken—अहं भाषा वदामि। त्मरक्षा एव वास्तविकशक्ति

संरक्षण-संरक्षण-आह्वानम्-नरके मृत्योः च मुक्तं अवगच्छन्त

रक्षणार्थं आह्वानम्-नरकेभ्यः मृत्योः च मुक्तम्

Death rebirths life

You saw what you'd written, the look of bewilderment on their faces, and the deafening silence that followed. Snatching the journal from Gojo, you brought it closer to get a better look. 

“What language is that?” Nobara asked with furrowed eyebrows. 

“It’s sanskrit,” Gojo replied lowly, confusion lacing his tone. Something odd was definitely happening. Only the oldest spells were written in that dead language, long before humans gained a proper understanding of what jujutsu entailed. He couldn’t understand all the words, only bits and pieces, referencing the oldest spells recorded in history. 

“I-I don’t understand.” Your eyes glossed over with worry. “I don’t know Sanskrit.” 

“I think only a few people do,” Megumi added. 

“It looks like something hijacked your prophecy.” Gojo pointed out, noticing the green color fade from your cursed energy into something black and ancient. He pointed at one symbol. “This means I create.” He moved down the line. “And this means protection.” 

“A protection spell?” Nobara muttered. 

This felt too familiar, and the revelation was on the tip of Gojo’s tongue. Long ago, there was a clan of witches comprised entirely of women. Remnants of their bloodline still remained, but it had been hundreds of years since they were in power. Most of their history remained undocumented, but they specialized in prophecy and ancestral magic. Gojo skimmed through his memory, trying to recall the last written prophecy from the supreme. 

Gojo looked at you, and it clicked into place. 

A low, sinking feeling settled in your stomach. 

“I need to speak with Y/N alone,” Gojo said to the students, not leaving room for debate. His tone was so firm that they reluctantly scrambled for the exit without protest. 

Yuji glanced back at you hesitantly. Concern was engraved in his expression. He mouthed, text me before shutting the door behind him. You and Gojo listened to their footsteps scurrying down the hall, and he didn’t turn toward you until he heard all of their doors click shut. The scarcity they left behind was apparent, and you were growing nervous about what he would say.  

“Do you know anything about your family history?” 

All you could do was shake your head. 

“I had my suspicions that you were more powerful, but now I’m suspecting you’ve been chosen as a conduit. What happened during your episode is called an emergence.” 

Your demeanor stiffened. “What does that mean?” 

“It could mean a lot of things. There hasn’t been a seer of your potential for centuries. There’s definitely a mix of bloodlines happening, as Yuji is Sukuna’s vessel and can remain in control of his body. You on the other hand, the eldest daughter, might be a descendant of a long-defunct clan that hasn’t been in power since Sukuna’s defeat, which they helped aid in. You are clearly vulnerable when you’re recording your prophecies, and I believe the Sanskrit was one of your ancestors taking that opening. I only know that it could be a protection spell, but we should have it translated just to make sure.” He paused. "

“How do you know this?” 

“It’s only a theory so far. But the gift of prophecy is yours alone. The words you wrote… Will come true, all things considered,” Gojo trailed off, losing his train of thought. He wanted to tell you what you’d shown him and that the students had clearly seen something. But he didn't move; he barely even breathed. Ruminating over how beautiful you looked in that vision almost stopped his heart. He wasn't trying to be funny or flirty. He looked just as concerned and embarrassed as you, wishing he had the answers as always. But it seemed that only more questions arose when it came to you. 

Gojo’s body language seemed conflicted. Maybe you were more spot-on than you assumed. 

“Won't they?” he pried. 

“I hope not.” You glanced away, only remembering the words of demise, scribbled over and over again before a dead language emerged, further adding to the confusion of your connection to this life. If Gojo's prediction was correct, it would strengthen the hopeless feeling rising in your chest that your entire life was a lie. How you now looked at yourself was anything but satisfactory, unaware of the promise of a better future that Gojo glimpsed. 

A gift, like he said, but also a curse that you would never wish upon another. Every day that passed made you question if foresight really was a blessing. 

All Gojo could configure was how tired you looked. A lifetime of information had been dumped on you within an hour. Instead of being hard on you like he initially promised in that bar, he wanted to comfort you. But that defeated look in your eyes spoke volumes of what you really needed. 

There was no rush. At least, not yet. 

"Why don't you get some rest,” he whispered, standing up to peel the covers back for you. “I’ll find a translator later.” 

Sighing deeply, you glanced up at him before relenting, letting him pull the covers over your body. You watched Gojo as he stacked your books on your bedside table, tidying up what had been misplaced. 

A part of you wished he would stay. And perhaps he would have if you asked, but the second your head snuggled into your pillow, the world started to fade away. 

"Thank you, Satoru," you whispered faintly. 

"For what, princess?" 

"Everything." Was all you mustered in your enervated state. You really wanted to thank him for his willingness to help you, for not abandoning you or being afraid. For taking care of your brother, for not giving up, and for making you feel butterflies in a world of darkness and despair. 

Turning off the lamp on your bedside table, Gojo watched your eyes flutter shut. He leaned down and pressed a kiss against your forehead. You hummed in response, the corners of your lips upturning sleepily. 

He wondered if you saw the future as he did, speculating whether or not you wished for his presence the way he did yours. Regardless, he failed to express that you could rely on him no matter what and that you would never have to suffer alone again.

That may be the most potent form of love he could provide.

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Tags :) @aetrimis @ihatethisbye @that-one-enthusiast @ti-mame @torusmochi @azgucci @getosfavmonkeyy @allisonbaelfire @gojoslefttoenail

[kana2025]

Jaehyun x Reader: When he is working out | Magnetic Workout

Word Count: 1K+

Genres / Warnings: Romance, Slice of Life, Fluff, Smut (Reader is AFAB) but it’s pretty vanilla since I’m not like a huge smut writer.

Synopsis: You work at a gym but dislike working out, until your boyfriend Jaehyun starts exercising there. Mesmerized by his dedication and physique, you often sneak glances from behind the reception desk. Jaehyun notices and offers a personal training session, sparking a newfound interest in fitness and deepening your bond.

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Working at a gym wasn't exactly your dream job. You didn't particularly enjoy working out, but the flexible hours and decent pay made it bearable. Plus, there was one perk you couldn’t ignore: Jaehyun. Your hot boyfriend, Jaehyun, who made every moment at the gym a spectacle of pure, physical perfection.

Today was no different. Jaehyun was in his usual spot, lifting weights with an intensity that made your heart race. You tried to focus on the computer screen in front of you, but your eyes kept drifting back to him. His shirt clung to his chest, damp with sweat, highlighting the defined muscles beneath. Every movement showcased the hard-earned strength of his abs and chest, and you couldn't look away.

"Enjoying the view?" A colleague teased, snapping you out of your staring.

You blushed, glancing back at the screen. "Just making sure everything's running smoothly," you mumbled.

Your colleague laughed. "Sure, just remember to wipe up your drool before the next customer comes in."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't deny the truth in their words. Jaehyun was a walking distraction. As he moved to the pull-up bar, his muscles flexing with each lift, you felt your pulse quicken.

Finally, Jaehyun finished his set and walked over to the reception desk, a towel draped over his shoulder. He flashed you a smile, knowing exactly the effect he had on you. "Hey, babe. How's work going?"

"Fine," you replied, trying to sound casual. "Just... you know, keeping an eye on things."

His smirk widened. "Keeping an eye on things, huh? Or someone?"

You bit your lip, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. "Can you blame me? Look at you."

Jaehyun leaned on the counter, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I think you're the reason I work out so hard. Got to give you something to look at, right?"

You laughed, shaking your head. "You don't need to try so hard. You already look amazing."

"Maybe, but it's worth it to see that look on your face." He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "How about after your shift, we grab a smoothie and you can admire me all you want?"

You grinned, feeling your heart flutter. "Deal. But only if you promise to keep looking this good."

Jaehyun winked, straightening up. "I promise. See you later, beautiful."

As he walked away, your eyes followed, taking in every detail of his retreating form. Working at the gym might not be your favorite thing, but with Jaehyun around, it was definitely more enjoyable. And who knows? Maybe, just maybe, you'd find a way to like working out someday. But for now, you were more than content to admire the view.

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Your shift finally ended, and you found Jaehyun waiting for you by the smoothie bar, his usual easy smile playing on his lips. Despite the intensity of his workout, he looked effortlessly cool, his shirt still clinging to his muscular frame.

"Hey, you," he greeted, handing you a smoothie. "How was work?"

You took the drink, grateful for the coolness in your hand. "Same as always. Better now that you're here."

He chuckled, the sound warm and comforting. "Glad I can brighten your day."

As you sat down together in a quiet corner, Jaehyun's presence seemed to fill the space around you. You couldn't help but let your gaze wander over him, taking in the way his muscles moved, the sheen of sweat highlighting his skin. Every inch of him was a testament to his hard work and dedication.

"You're staring again," he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

You smiled, unabashed. "Can you blame me? You're kind of hard to ignore."

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know, I could give you a private show. All you have to do is ask."

Your heart skipped a beat at the suggestion, the air between you charged with anticipation. "What do you have in mind?"

Jaehyun's smile turned sly. "Follow me."

He led you to a more secluded area of the gym, away from the main hustle and bustle. The room was dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere. Jaehyun gestured for you to sit on a nearby bench, then positioned himself in front of you.

"Ready for a front-row seat?" he asked, his tone playful.

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat. "Definitely."

Jaehyun started with some light stretches, his movements fluid and graceful. You watched, mesmerized, as his muscles flexed and relaxed, each motion highlighting the strength and control he possessed. He then moved on to more intense exercises, his focus unwavering, but every so often, he glanced your way, a knowing smile on his lips.

"Enjoying the show?" he asked, pausing to wipe the sweat from his brow.

You swallowed hard, unable to tear your eyes away. "More than you know."

He chuckled, the sound low and enticing. "Good. Because it's about to get even better."

Jaehyun stepped closer, the intensity of his gaze making your pulse quicken. He took your hand, guiding it to his chest, letting you feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath your fingers.

"Feel that?" he murmured. "That's what you do to me."

You could barely breathe, your senses overwhelmed by the proximity, the heat radiating from his body. "Jaehyun..."

He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "Let's get out of here. I've got something special planned for us."

You nodded, your mind a whirl of anticipation and excitement. "Lead the way."

As you left the gym, Jaehyun's hand firmly holding yours, you knew that tonight was going to be unforgettable. The connection between you was electric, each touch, each glance, a promise of what was to come. And as the night unfolded, you realized that being with Jaehyun was more than just admiring his physique; it was about the way he made you feel—alive, desired, and utterly, yours.

[astrophileous]

Love Bugs (Pt. 03)

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Female Reader

Synopsis: You and Derek Morgan have an arrangement. At work, your relationship is strictly business. Under the sheets, it's all about pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less. Until, of course, your feelings start to get involved. Your situation is complicated enough without the unexpexted predicament that suddenly befalls upon you. But with a maniac serial killer on the loose, will you ever get the chance to make everything right?

Warning(s): pregnancy, brief talk of abortion, stalker behavior, kidnapping, curse words (this shouldn't even warrant a warning at this point lol) pls lmk if I miss anything

Word Count: 2000-ish

Author's Note: told ya the pt 3 would be here sooner than you'd expect! as always, LIKE+COMMENT+REBLOG cause these give me the motivation I need to finish the parts sooner and maybe upload more frequently 👀

Love Bugs Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

You always took pride in your ability to predict things correctly. It was one of the best traits that made you a great profiler.

Not this time, though.

This time, your ability to conjure correct predictions just seemed like a big joke that the universe purposefully played out to torture your ass.

The ringtone of your phone's incoming call snapped you back to reality. Without looking at the caller ID, you pressed the green button and brought the device to your ear.

"(Y/L/N) speaking."

"Hey, Beets. Where are you?" came the voice of one Penelope Garcia. "Hotch is looking for you. Are you coming in today?"

"Huh? Yeah, I'm coming in. Sorry, it was an emergency. Tell the others I'll be there shortly."

After ending the call, you rushed through the rest of your morning routine as quickly as possible. The three opened boxes on the bathroom sink were thrown into the garbage can in no time. Their contents sitting on the counter, however, required you to pause and contemplate what course of actions you would want to do to deal with the problem at hand.

Upon realizing that this was not the kind of dilemma you could solve in a matter of minutes, you decided to fuck it before dumping the items into the same garbage can.

The three tests with two little pink lines would have to wait.

You had a serial murder case to solve.

If five months ago someone had told you that you'd someday end up carrying the child of Derek Morgan, you would have ordered a psychological evaluation for them right then and there.

The past few days had been a catastrophic turmoil. At first, the irrational anger had devoured you whole. You were this close to calling the company who produced your pills for claiming that they had 99% chance of preventing exactly the kind of mess you were going through from happening. Granted, they had put the minus 1% up there to save face in case anything like this were to ever happen. But what were the chances of you being one of the outliers in that small percentage?

Apparently, a pretty good one.

Then, the panic quickly had taken control and messed up with your head. The endless anxiety of having to bring a child into such a cruel world and bearing the responsibility of raising it, while having witnessed what kind of evil lurked underneath its facade, almost threw you to the brink of insanity. During those moments of fear, you had even entertained the idea of possibly terminating the pregnancy, even going as far as calling the nearest facility to question more about the procedure.

But once the fog had cleared, and you were able to start thinking rationally again, realization soon dawned upon you.

You wanted to keep the baby.

In some curious plot twist, you discovered that the idea of having this baby wasn't as scary as the knowledge of having to face Derek and inform him of the news.

And that was exactly what had been occupying your entire mind: how to break the news to Derek.

You barely even had the guts to talk to him directly anymore. Yet somehow, you had to find a way to tell him that you were pregnant, right to his face, as if you were bringing the news of a new movie that had just premiered in your nearest local theater.

How the hell were you ever going to do that?

And it wasn't like you were worried that Derek wouldn't be supportive about your decision to keep the baby. Even if he was unsupportive, there was nothing he could do to persuade you to change your mind. But Derek--sweet and kindhearted Derek--would never do such a thing. Having lost his father at a very young age himself, there was no way anyone could keep him from taking care of his child, no matter how they came to be in this world.

So, before you could gather your thoughts--and yourself--you had decided to put off telling Derek about your current condition.

"Still nothing, Garcia?" Hotch asked from his place in front of the board.

"I'm so sorry, sir. I've tried everything, but there was nothing else I could uncover from that tape."

The rest of the team was seated around the round table. It had been two weeks since the BAU received the video tape from the UnSub, and Garcia had finally revealed that there was nothing more to be analyzed from the tape despite having only obtained insignificant details out of it.

It also didn't help that the UnSub had been lying dormant since that video was delivered.

"It just doesn't make sense," Rossi said frustratedly. "Why would he stop now? What is he waiting for? This guy gets off on attention. Stopping his theatrics at a time like this doesn't fit his profile at all."

"He must be looking to get his attention from somewhere else," Derek chimed in.

"Yeah, but the question is where?" Reid interjected.

"And what is he planning to do to make sure he gets it?" Hotch let out a long sigh before pinching the bridge of his nose. "Alright, we're not going to stop just because this guy has. Emily, JJ, try interviewing the victims' families, friends, and the witnesses again. See if they suddenly have something useful for us. Morgan and Rossi, follow up on our other leads. Reid--"

"The case files. I know." Reid nodded.

"Right. And (Y/L/N)--" Hotch pinned his stare towards you, "--I need to talk to you. Thank you, everyone. Dismissed."

"Are you in trouble?" Emily leaned in as the rest of the team scattered out of the room.

"Not as far as I know," you whispered.

As you walked the path to Hotch's office, your mind began searching for the possibilities behind Hotch's sudden request to see you privately. You didn't get to guess for too long, though, as you finally arrived in front of his door almost in no time at all.

"Come on in, Agent. Close the door behind you," he commanded. You turned around to nudge the door closed. "Have a seat."

You didn't spend any time beating around the bush once you had sat down.

"Can I ask what this is about?"

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" Hotch looked at you with a raised eyebrow. "I heard you requested a half day off today."

"I, uh... yes. Yes, I did. Is that why I'm here?"

"No. That is not why you're here." Hotch leaned back against his seat. "You've been distracted lately. You're coming late to work, and you can't seem to focus when you're around."

"I-I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again."

"You should know that I've received concerns about you from the other members of the team."

What?

"Was it JJ?" you asked. "Because if this is about what happened in the bathroom--"

"It was Garcia, actually."

"Oh."

Hotch looked at you curiously. "What happened with JJ in the bathroom?"

"Nothing, sir. It was nothing."

The next few seconds were drowned in silence. The ticking clock on Hotch's desk became the only sound echoing against the walls. Hotch was examining you as if you were a suspect in the interrogation room, and with how much scrutiny was sizzling inside those eyes, you might as well have been.

"They're not the only ones concerned about you, (Y/L/N)," he spoke carefully. "I've also noticed that you haven't been yourself lately. You seem tired all the time. You look paler every single day." Hotch readjusted his tie before continuing, "I know that what we do here isn't easy. This job, it's not for everyone. Sometimes our limits are much smaller than what we thought it would be, and that's okay. If you'd like to put in a request for a transfer, I'm sure I will be able--"

"Sir," you stopped him before he could go on any further. "I don't want to transfer. I like working here."

"Just because you like working somewhere, it doesn't mean--"

"Hotch," you cut him off once more. "I'm pregnant."

The priceless look on Hotch's face at the sudden drop of your announcement would forever be ingrained in your brain.

"What?"

"I found out two weeks ago." You smiled tentatively. "I've been having severe morning sickness, and my appetite has also not been the best. Probably why I look tired all the time. I didn't mean to let my condition affect my work, I'm sorry."

"No, no. That's... wow. You're pregnant." Hotch started to nod as if the news was just beginning to fully settle upon him. "Congratulations, Agent. That's wonderful news. You are... happy, right?"

You smiled at his considerate question. "I am very much. Yes."

"How far along are you?"

"My guess is eight to ten weeks. I'm not so sure. Today is my first ultrasound, hence why I requested for half a day."

And then, by some unknown piece of miracle, Aaron Hotchner started to laugh. A real, actual laugh that had both of his eyes wrinkling in the corners. You didn't even know that he could do that without Jack around.

"When I called you in here earlier, this isn't exactly how I pictured the conversation would go," he admitted.

"Neither did I."

"Well--" He cleared his throat, "--there's, of course, a few things we need to go over in rumination of your current condition, but I'm sure we can manage that some other time."

"Of course, sir."

"And (Y/L/N)?" You stared at him expectantly. "You can come to me if you ever need anything. You know that, right?"

The sincerity in Hotch's declaration nearly brought you to tears. You immediately tried to blink back the emotions before you could make a mess of yourself in front of your boss.

"Of course, Hotch. Thank you."

You got up from the chair and began walking towards the door. Before your fingers could touch the handle, you decided to turn around once more.

"Hotch?"

"Yes?"

"I would appreciate it if we kept this between us for now."

"Of course, Agent." He nodded. "You have my word."

And with that, you exited Hotch's room before heading back straight to your desk.

A few hours later, you were finally returning home after attending the doctor appointment.

Confirming your earlier prediction, the doctor had put the estimated age of your fetus at around ten weeks. According to the internet, your baby was not larger than the size of a mere apricot. It was nothing more than a tiny blob in the sonogram image, but the sight of it alone somehow made you want to break down in tears.

Before you could turn into a sobbing ball of mess, you decided to put the picture right on the front of your fridge.

"Alright, I think that's--"

Thud.

Your head instinctively whipped around at the mysterious sound.

Without wasting another second, your hand immediately reached for the gun tucked safely in your holster. The tiny footsteps you took sounded deafening in the silence of your apartment. You first checked the bathroom, finding it empty with nothing out of the ordinary. The two bedrooms were pretty much the same. Quiet and a little messy just the way that you had left them that morning.

Sighing, you brushed off your paranoia as a result of your overactive hormons and creeping exhaustion.

When you reemerged from taking a shower nearly an hour later, the feeling of dread once again washed over your entire being.

At first glance, not a single thing in the apartment seemed to be out of place. But somehow, the feeling of another presence in the room was indisputable. Your wet feet slowly moved along the floor, careful as to not make as much sound as possible.

Once you arrived in the kitchen, you took in your surrounding, making sure that things really were staying in the places they should have been in.

You were about to sigh in relief until you saw it.

The sonogram image you previously had glued to the fridge.

It was now lying on the floor.

Before you could have a chance to grab the nearest weapon, the door to the second bedroom behind you suddenly began to creak.

"Boo."

That was the last thing you remembered before everything went dark.

[youcalledmebabe]

webgott pretty please!

75. “I’m going for a swim. Do you wanna join me?” (preferably it’s joe who asks. if you are so inclined. 🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂)

send me a pairing and a number and I’ll write you a Drabble

happy Webgott Wednesday yna!! enjoy some hot pygmalion summer Webgott. full disclosure this will 10000% be a fic someday.

Waves crash onto the shore. David can just barely make them out from the porch of the summer house. The moon shines bright tonight but his vision isn’t what it used to be; all the straining to see his journal in the dark in Europe has caught up with him. Or maybe he’s just getting old. Twenty-six tomorrow.

He lights a cigarette and takes a contemplative puff. Laughter and chatter filter out through the windows. It seems nobody has noticed the guest of honor has absconded.

The screen door creaks open and David sighs. Please don’t be his mother. He glances up to see Joe, offering him a glass.

“Water,” Joe says. “You’ve been mainlining gin all night.”

David takes a sip and pats the step next to him. When Joe sits, he offers him a drag of his cigarette. Joe doesn’t give it back.

“People keep asking me if I’m Bobby.”

David grins. He supposes Joe does have the reediness of the Kennedys but one word out of his mouth would disabuse anybody of that notion. “My roommate from Harvard. He’s in Hyannis for the summer. But maybe you’ll get to meet him.”

“You really think I’m gonna stick around the whole summer?” Joe says, but it’s a half-hearted barb. He’d come to Long Island at David’s request, had endured a week of the Websters already and earned the affection—if not approval— of everybody but his father. And David hadn’t even managed that in twenty-six years, so he could hardly fault Joe for it.

“Maybe,” David hums and lights another cigarette.

David watches Joe smoke his cigarette, how his face looks marble under the moonlight. Age is doing him nothing but favors. He feels a little guilty for not being completely honest with Joe.

“I lured you here,” he blurts out. “Under false pretenses.”

Joe stubs out his cigarette, amusement flickering in his expression. “I miss you and I want you to come to my summer home was a pretense?”

“Well, no. But it wasn’t the entire truth.”David sighs and takes a drag. “My parents want me to get engaged this summer. Or to go to law school. ‘War Hero’ got me through 1946 and Harvard student got me through now but my mother needs a new accomplishment of mine to brag about at her functions.”

“Just go to law school, Web, Jesus. You talk enough for it.”

David shakes his head. “Bobby’s going but…it’s not for me. I want to write. Lawyers have to actually work.”

Joe flicks his arm. “You’re a spoiled brat.”

“I invited you out here because I want you to get engaged.”

“So that’s why you tried to marry me off to Ann the second I walked through the door,” Joe muses.

“If you marry some wealthy heiress, your life is set, Joe. And we’ll see each other every summer. Maybe even during the year, depending on who the lucky bride is.”

Joe smirks. “I want no part of this life. You’re all crazy. If I were a writer like you I’d write some great piece on this place.”

“Very Nick Carraway,” David says, frowning. Joe was supposed to want to marry rich.

Joe snaps his fingers. “Gatsby.”

David stares at him, surprised he remembered. But then, he shouldn’t be surprised. Joe had read it too, and Joe had a great memory. So sharp, so intelligent.

“You look like you want to kiss me. Just because I get your little book joke. You’re so easy.”

“Maybe,” David sighs. “But it wouldn’t be very ethical to do while I’m trying to marry you off.”

Joe snorts. “None of these women want to marry a cab driver from San Francisco.”

But what if they did? David knows plenty of rebellious young women, plenty of fathers who would be indulgent enough to let Joe slide into the family. If David could just teach him how to walk the walk, talk the talk, he’d be in.

“I bet that I can get a girl to want to marry you. Probably more than one. I’ll teach you to be a perfect gentleman. It’ll be like Pygmalion.”

David would do Pygmalion right though. There was absolutely no danger of him falling in love with Joe. A bit of fooling around in Austria wasn’t love; Joe had made that very clear. And David was much older and wiser now. He wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

“Whatever that means. We can talk about it in the morning. Speaking of luring,” Joe says. “Can’t believe you haven’t tried to get me in the ocean yet.”

The truth is David doesn’t entirely trust them to be around each other in a state of undress. He glances out at the water, waves pushing into the shore. It does look inviting, and so do Joe’s eyes. But his party persists inside.

Joe sheds his jacket and loosens his bow tie, scowling. He stalks down the steps. “I’m going for a swim. If you want to join me.”

“Well when you ask so nicely, how can I say no?” David retorts, but he’s taking off his own jacket and running after Joe anyway.

By the time they reach the beach, Joe’s only in his trousers. David’s itching for him to take them off; to see moonlit skin.

“You hate swimming. You just want to see me naked,” David says. “Now who’s easy?”

“Nobody hates swimming, Web. It’s just that nobody else is as weird about it as you.”

David grins at him. How he’s missed Joe’s affectionate ribbing. It just doesn’t read the same in a letter. A whole summer of Joe’s teasing; a whole lifetime of summers if he can just get Joe to marry one of Ann’s ditsy friends, or maybe one of the women being offered up to him. “I’m so glad you came.”

Joe waves a hand. “Just here for a free vacation,” he says, but he’s smiling back, and inching closer.

“Kenyon? Kenyon! Come inside. You need to say goodbye to the Gilmores.”

David turns and squints at the porch. His mother is framed by the lights, martini glass in hand. He looks back at Joe and the water longingly.

“Duty calls, Kenyon,” Joe says but his expression softens. “Come meet me back out here when the party is over. We’ll go for a birthday swim.”

“You’ll be okay out here alone?” David asks.

“Survived a war, Web. What the fuck could go wrong in rich person USA?”

Plenty, David wants to say, but it’s mostly psychological. Joe will be fine. He nods at Joe and slouches back up the beach to a woman his parents want him to marry, already counting the seconds until he can be in the water with Joe.

[jaeyunverse]

love for sale (teaser)

PAIRING(S) | nishimura riki x fem!reader

GENRE(S) | fluff, angst, enemies to lovers, fake dating, prep school au

EST. WORD COUNT | i am not sure actually so i will say anywhere from 5k to 12k

WARNING(S) | profanity, prejudice, class discrimination + all warnings to be added in the full fic

SUMMARY | nishimura riki wants to piss off his mother and you need money to keep studying at clayton prep after your scholarship is under the threat of being terminated. it just so works out that you’re the exact kind of person his mom despises, and riki has more than enough money in his bank account to fund your education.

TAGLIST | permanent taglist + @1-800shutthefuckup @tyunni @songchan @yunjardi @woniewonwon @jennaissantes @luvkpopp @kimipxl @toeeater394737 @wzy3ka @wqstcrn @heetoldme send an ask or comment to be added!

AUTHOR’S NOTE | i don’t even know how long this wip has been catching dust in my docs LOOOL i am very excited to get started on it though! i hope u enjoy the teaser <3

Nishimura Riki was really starting to get on your nerves. 

Normally, he was a person who couldn’t stop riling you up for his amusement. You tried to pretend he didn’t exist, but there was something about him that compelled you to shoot back with a jab of your own every time he taunted you.

Your life without his annoying presence would have been simpler, but overall, he was harmless.   

However, his behaviour from the past few days was really starting to make you wonder if he had gone off the deep end and finally lost his mind. 

“Leave me alone, Nishimura!” you snapped, tired from having to tell him the same thing over and over again. “I am not doing you the stupid favour.”

“I’m not asking for a favour!” he protested. “I’m willing to give you anything you want in return. This is a legitimate transaction involving give-and-take.”

“I don’t want shit from you and you’re an idiot to think of your proposed arrangement as a mere transaction.”  

“You’re making a mistake, Y/N.”

“No,” you said, stopping in your tracks and turning to face him. “I would be making a mistake if I agreed to be your fake fucking girlfriend. How the hell did you even think to ask me that?”

Riki sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He glanced around your school hallway and grabbed your wrist, pulling you along to god-knew-where.

“Wha—” you began, but he cut you off.

“It’s too crowded here. We can’t discuss this matter in public under any circumstances.” 

Scoffing, you snatched your arm back. He paused for a moment, watching you overtake him and walk ahead. When he didn’t follow, you glared at him over your shoulder. 

Riki rolled his eyes and took long strides towards you. “Was that necessary?”

“Yes,” you replied sharply, not allowing him to walk beside you and making sure to stay a step ahead. 

Perhaps, Clayton Prep’s snobbiness had rubbed off on you more than you’d suspected. Though you supposed it was bound to happen someday since you’d been surrounded by teenagers born with a diamond spoon in their mouth for the past few years.

Opening an inconspicuous door at the end of the hallway, you trudged inside and found yourself in an empty classroom. Nishimura Riki kicked the entrance shut behind him and turned to you. 

“Look, I’m not happy to have this conversation over and over again either, but I need you. I don’t have a fucking choice.”

You snorted. “You need me? Pray tell.”  

“My mom hates people who don’t have money and influence.” 

“Oh, you could not be more wrong if you thought telling me this would convince me to help you.” 

“I’m not done,” Riki snapped. “Just hear me out before you jump to conclusions.”

You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms over your chest. 

“My grandfather’s shares will be transferred to me once I turn 21 and she’s pissed I’m going to get control of the business instead of her,” he muttered and ran a hand through his hair. “I have no doubt about my mother’s love for me, but she has been dreaming about taking over the company ever since she was a kid. She can’t do that by herself anymore, so she’s going to try to do it through me by getting me to bend to her will. I can’t let her put a leash on me and start dictating my life.” 

“If you think going out with me will send her a message, you’re an even bigger idiot than I thought you were,” you said and scoffed with disbelief. “You want her to back off, Nishimura? You better come up with something that doesn’t make you look like a spoiled brat rebelling against his mommy.”   

“You don’t know my mother,” he growled. “She has always been prejudiced against poor people. Money and power are all she cares about, and I will not let her come after what belongs to me.” 

“You know what?” you fumed and stomped towards him, jabbing your finger into his chest. “You’re an asshole. You came to me for help and you still had the audacity to humiliate me. Not to mention that your sob story makes you sound like a hypocrite who only cares about money too.”  

“I don’t give a shit about the money. I care about keeping my grandfather’s legacy alive,” he bit back and took a step closer. “There’s a reason he was willing to give his inexperienced grandson his company rather than hand it over to his daughter.” 

“Well, I don’t give a shit, Nishimura!” you shouted, throwing your hands in the air. “Deal with your goddamn problems by yourself. We’re done having this conversation.”

Shoving him away, you walked to the door and ripped it open. However, before you could leave, he said, “You’re here on scholarship, aren’t you?” 

Freezing in your tracks, you turned around and narrowed your eyes at him. “What?” 

“Sorry.” Riki laughed humourlessly. “That was a stupid question. I know you’re here on scholarship. Everyone does, and that’s because Clayton Prep isn’t known for charity.” 

“You’re going to end up with a bloody face if you don’t watch what you say,” you warned, trying your best to keep the chain on your temper intact. 

“Do you know why this school doesn’t offer scholarships, Y/N?” he inquired and slowly closed the distance between the two of you, unfazed by your threat. “It’s because my mother is a trustee on the board and prohibits financial aid. 

“The only reason you were accepted is that my grandfather built this place from the ground up. He wanted you here because saw something special in you. He may have overruled her decision then, but he’s not here to keep protecting you now.”

The colour drained from your face and your heart dropped to your stomach. “Are you threatening me?” 

“I’m giving a rundown on the facts and am offering you an opportunity,” Riki corrected. “I have more than enough money to pay for your entire education at Clayton Prep. You just have to say yes to helping me piss my mom off.”��

You bit the inside of your cheek and stared at him, your hands curling into fists at your side. You couldn’t believe you’d been stupid enough to not predict what Mr. Nishimura’s death would have entailed for you.

Though, you didn’t blame yourself. The man had quite literally picked you from the streets and given you a shot at living a meaningful life. He’d gifted you a future, and you’d spent months grieving his passing. 

You weren’t going to beat yourself up for not being a cold-hearted, selfish and conniving bitch. 

But now that Riki had pointed out the glaringly obvious, you had to strongarm yourself. You couldn’t let his mother kick you out because you didn’t have the resources to study at Clayton Prep.

Besides, if there was one thing you were aware of without a doubt, it was your self-worth. You’d proved yourself to be smarter than every single student attending the school on several occasions. 

Blowing out a breath, you closed the door. There was a gun to your head, and making a deal with Nishimura Riki was the only visible way to survive. 

“What do you need me to do?” 

[lillypad910]

Making Our Home Part 2

Picks up where Part 1 left off!

Part 1

Open to writing more if requested but right now this is the end of this story. If you have any ideas on how to extend it (even just oneshots) request it and I’ll take a look! I might continue this someday, but for right now this is all for Billy and this reader.

Uses (y/n) because I hate “x readers” that are actually OCs

Word Count: 7,033 (this is all I’ve had written for this story so far, but I’m not planning on stopping it, I plan to keep writing but it won’t be as quick of a post (obviously) so do stay around if you enjoy it. If you have suggestions for what the characters should go through send me a request!

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! smut, cnc, unprotected sex, protected sex, swearing, violence, blood, abusive parents (both reader’s parents and Billy’s dad), “cheating” (Billy and reader aren’t actually dating), Billy is a jerk BUT character growth (Billy gets better I promise, so does Reader’s dad I definitely projected my own daddy issues, so I apologize in advance), pet names (Doll, Daddy (only once for tease), slut, whore)

Summary:

A/N: This is part two of the story I’ve been working on for over a year now, and I think I finally got it to where I’m comfortable to share. This part has way more smut so be prepared, part one was CHILL in comparison (When did this become a WHORE HOUSE!?)

Walking downstairs in your pjs the next morning, you catch your mom angrily walking out of the house. The front door slams making you flinch. You wander into the kitchen only to see your dad at the counter. “Good morning, Pumpkin.” He greets you with a smile. “I think your mom was mad to see me, you know, awake.” He glances at the door. You stare at him, shocked he’s there. “I’m making pancakes, wanna help?” You blink for a moment, before slowly nodding your head. He hands you the spatula.

You flip the pancake and move it to the plate when it’s finished, slapping a chunk of butter on top after dipping out another onto the pan. “Good morning, sleepy head.” You hear your dad’s voice chirp. You turn around to see Penny stepping into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes with a fist and holding her stuffed bear under her arm. “Wanna help us make breakfast?” She nods before walking over. He scoops her up onto his hip and asks her to hold the bowl while he whisks eggs.

After breakfast is made, you all sit around the table. “So, I forgot to ask last night, but I wanted to know, seeing any boys?” Your dad asks. You hesitate when grabbing a pancake from the plate in the center of the table. “Um, no,” you mumble, “no, not really.” He glances between you and your little sister, “No? You mean to tell me that my beautiful daughter has no boys wrapped around her finger?” His mouth hangs open, shock plastered across his face. You let yourself giggle and so does Penny.

You debate on telling him about Billy, wondering if he’s worth mentioning to your dad. You’ve been seeing Billy for a while, practically living in his bed now, but you aren’t dating.

“Well…” you start, cutting off a piece of pancake, “there is one guy…” you mumble. Your dad perks up, if he was a dog, his ears would have been up in the air. “Oh?” He raises a brow. “Yeah…” “Who’s the guy?” Your dad asks. You feel your cheeks heat up a bit.

“Um, his name is Billy, Billy Hargrove.” “Hargrove?” “Yeah, uh, his family moved here in October, so… you wouldn’t know him.” You explain. Your dad nods. “Well when do I meet him?” You snap your head up at him and he laughs. “Do I not get to?”

You look down at your food, poking at the eggs on your plate. “I mean… I don’t know. We’re nothing serious.” You express. He squints his eyes at you. “Like flirting?” “Yeah…” you mumble. You know damn well you’ve done more than flirt, but how do you tell your suddenly sober dad you’ve been sleeping with a boy for comfort? You dont.

After sitting on the couch watching Penny’s cartoons all morning, you all crowd into the old truck parked in the garage. You can’t help but feel a blissful joy crowd you as you sit in the one row of the truck, your little sister sitting in the middle while your dad drives.

You pull into the diner and all hop out. You walk in and immediately slid into a seat by the window. Your old seat.

Neil Hargrove pulls the car into the parking lot, a sigh leaving him. He steps out of the car, followed by Susan and Max. Billy takes a deep breath before stepping out of the car. “Go grab us a table, will you?” Neil asks his wife, who nods and throws her arm around her daughter, taking her into the diner. Neil waits for them to go into the door, before turning and shoving Billy against the side of the car.

“I better not hear any sort of disrespect come from your mouth today. Got it?” He snares at Billy. “No shit talking, no bad mouthing. You better fucking behave.” Billy nods, “Yes sir.” He mumbles, his dad glares at him. “What was that?” He grips tighter around Billy’s collar. Billy takes in a deep breath, “Yes. Sir.” His voice trying hard not to shake. “Good.” His dad pulls away and walks towards the doors.

When Billy steps into the diner he pans the tables, spotting you at a booth with two others. He stares for a moment before turning and walking towards his family. “Billy, isn’t that-“ Max goes to speak, but stops herself when Billy glares at her. He looks over at you, your smile brighter than he’s ever seen. You look genuinely happy.

He recognizes the man across from you. The hair gives him away, being the same color as yours, also helps that he’s seen the guy sprawled out over your couch every damn time he came over.

Neil’s eyes fallow his son’s gaze, landing on you. “Ah, the whore you sleep with every other night? What’s her name? I swear you bring home too many to count.” Billy glares at his dad. “(Y/n),” Susan calmly says with a smile. “She’s nice. I met her in the hall one evening.” Billy felt something pull around his heart for a moment. “She is nice.” Max states.

You chat with your dad for a while, giggling when Penny blows bubbles into her milk. When your dad tries to finally get her to stop in a very calm parental way, you take the moment to look over the diner. You haven’t been here since you were little. The neon lights still hang on the wall, a jukebox sits in the corner, next to the bathroom. Your gaze pans over to a table. Your eyes meet Billy’s and you both quickly look away, you’re shocked to see him there.

Billy glances between his dad and you, his nerves grow in a pit in his stomach. “Billy, for fuck’s sake, pay attention.” His dad growls at him. He stares at his old man, not happy to be here. He keeps glancing at you, your smile lightening up the room. God, what he would do to have you in his bed-

Neil abruptly stands and everyone at the table looks at him. “That’s enough.” He says, staring at his son. Susan glances between the two, not sure what to do. “Neil, honey, sit down.” She tries to smooth things over. “No, he’s gonna be staring at that bitch all afternoon.” Neil walks over to your table, you notice him before your dad does, your heart dropping to the floor.

“Hi,” Neil holds out his hand to your dad, “Neil Hargrove, pleasure.” Your dad looks at you, but you keep your eyes on Neil, threatened by his presence. “(D/n) (l/n), the pleasure is all mine.” Billy slowly stands from their table, he doesn’t wanna push his dad, but he will fucking shatter him if he tries anything.

“I just saw little (y/n) here, and thought, oh, haven’t seen her in a bit, let me go say hi.” Neil chuckles. You glance behind him to Billy, practically begging for him to come get his dad away from yours. Billy steps forward but Susan steps faster, “Neil, let’s just go-” Neil waves her off. “No no, I’m not finished.”

Your dad looks at you confused, his light hearted smile dropping when he sees your worried face. “You know, (y/n), it’s been a while, when was it, yesterday?” His voice is loud, filling up the entire diner. “Neil, seriously, let’s just go.” “How was your night? Better or worst than your last? Honestly I can’t explain how well I slept last night.”

Max stands awkwardly by their table, Billy now steps up, “Dad, can we just go.” He asks, trying to place himself physically in between you and his dad. “No, I’m not fucking finished.” He places his palm on Billy’s chest and shoves him out of the way.

“Slept better with out your moans screaming through the wall-“ before anyone else could react, Billy had his dad pinned against the wall, gripping his jacket tightly in his hands. You stand to your feet, your dad following. “Enough.” Billy’s voice is deep, dripping with anger. “Or fucking what? You’re gonna beat the shit out of me?” Neil glares at his son. “Billy,” your voice calls out to him.

You wanna get out of there, go home and lock yourself in your room. Your perfect Saturday now ruined by Neil Hargrove.

“If you fucking talk shit about her again, I’m gonna fucking kill you.” Billy’s voice stabs through his dad. Susan steps towards you. “I’m so sorry,” she looks over at your dad, “please ignore my husband, he has some… unresolved issues.” Susan smiles softly. You feel ashamed, embarrassed. You wanna just run out as fast as you can. “Susan Hargrove, please I’m so very sorry to interrupt your lunch-“ you squeeze yourself out of you seat and step towards Billy and Neil.

“Will you two please stop acting like fucking children for once.” You glare at them both. Neil glares back. “Tell this worthless kid to let go of me.” Billy’s grip tightens, but you place your hand on his arm. “Billy, please, not in front of my dad.” You beg. He hesitates, before finally dropping his dad.

“Well today has been eventful…” your dad mumbles. You lay your head against Billy’s shoulder, finally relaxing again. A soft thank you leaves your lips.

Sitting in your dad’s truck on the way home was the most awkward car ride you’ve ever done. Your dad was silent, which scared you. You didn’t want him to go home and drink again just because you have a shitty boyfriend- well not boyfriend. When the truck parks, you all pile out and go inside, you go straight upstairs to your room, shutting and locking it. You watch your vision blur as you lay down on your bed.

“Yeah, we all do, Doll.” He leaves the window open by a crack before climbing over the bed and hovering over you. “You looked really happy today, I-“ he hesitates, “I’m sorry he ruined your lunch.” You stare up at him, shocked to hear the word sorry leave him.

Billy never apologizes for anything. At least not in words. Billy focuses on action, well more sex. He’s always made it up to you through it.

“Thats the first time you have verbally apologized.” You mumble, a soft smile forming on your lips. “Well, don’t get used to it.” You let yourself giggle before cupping his face and pulling him in to a kiss.

Billy is shocked at first, not used to softer kisses. He angles himself to be on top of you, your legs now placed at his waist as he deepens the kiss. His hand places under your thigh and you let out a soft hum. He moves away from your lips and moves kisses down your jaw and neck.

He’s being so gentle. So kind. You don’t hate it, and you definitely don’t want him to stop.

“Billy…” his name fumbled out of your lips so easily. Billy grinds himself against you, earning a shaky breath to leave you. “Please…” you moan, running your hands through his curly hair.

Billy places his other hand on your back, lowering himself to your collarbone, he leaves soft kisses along your skin. He pulls away to look down at you, to see the mess he’s put you in.

Your face is all flushed, eyes soft, staring back at him with such love. He looks at the skin he’s been kissing, red marks where his lips were placed. “God, Doll. You look so hot.” He leans down again and presses his lips to yours once more. He lifts your shirt and parts just enough to slip the shirt off your form, before smashing his lips back to yours.

Your moans fill his ears, he goes lower, kisses across your chest and shoulders. You shift under him, his hands laying firmly on your hips. “B-Billy, please…” you beg. He knows you want him, but he wants to be gentle this time, make you feel good and loved. He loops his fingers under the hem of your jeans, pulling them down, continuing to place soft kisses over your stomach.

You allow yourself to close your eyes, lingering in his touch. This man had you wrapped around his finger, but you would never admit that.

He leans up, lifting you up off your bed. You wrap your left arm around his neck, placing your right hand on his cheek. You kiss his other cheek before leaving a trail down his neck. He unhooks your bra and leans you back down. He pulls it off before placing soft kisses along your breasts.

You whimper under him, just wanting him to burry himself in you. “Billy…” your voice is soft, mesmerizing by him. “Patience, Doll. I’m not finished yet.” He places a line of kisses down your stomach.

You arch your back to try pressing your body more into him, just craving his touch more. Billy pulls down your underwear, before placing soft kisses along your inner thigh.

You mumble small curse words under your breath, not used to this kind of treatment. You sit up abruptly, reaching for his face, and he lets you pull him back up to yours. “Billy, please. I need you.” You beg.

He smirks and unbuckles his belt before pulling down his pants. He follows them up with his boxers. Pressing himself against you, he holds you to his chest, your legs wrapped around his waist. Your hands roam his chest and loosely sling around his neck, bracing yourself for him to get rough.

He pushes in, gentle and slow, leaving you trying to muffle your moans into his shoulder. When he’s fully in, he places a kiss on your forehead. “Just relax, ok?” He mumbles. You nod, snuggling into him. He thrusts slowly at first, but picks up his pace a bit after hearing your whimpers.

It takes everything in him not to fuck you into your mattress, but he holds back, wanting to do this one fucking thing in his life right. “Fuck, (y/n).” His groans are soft, going straight to your ear. You run your fingers through his hair before landing your palm on his cheek, turning his head to you. You place your lips on his, savoring every moment of this.

He kisses you back, trying hard to not buck into you. “Fuck…” he mumbles, gripping at your waist. You grind your hips down into him, “Faster…” you beg. He obliges, picking up speed but not too much. You moan, hiding your face into his neck, a bit of drool slipping out of the corner of your mouth. “Billy, please, harder…” you beg, your legs starting to shake from the slow torture. He places a soft kiss on your forehead before leaning you back onto the bed.

You keep your arms wrapped around his neck, placing your foreheads together. He quickens, now thrusting into you like he normally does. You toss your head back from the pleasure, happy to finally have enough friction.

“Billy, I’m gonna…” you moan as his thrusts become irregular, signaling to you that he’s close. “Let it out, Doll. Don’t hold in.” His voice speaks softly. You don’t, allowing yourself to release, melting into him. He continues to thrust letting you ride your high, until he finishes, spilling into you.

He drops onto you, his full weight practically crushing you. “Billy,” you hesitate before running your hand through his hair. “Billy, you’re crushing me.” You mumble, trying to catch your breath. He sits up, and sits your legs down onto the bed. He stands and puts on his boxers.

Of course. You watch him pull out a cigarette from his pant pocket and lighting it. This man just gently fucked you, but you still don’t get aftercare. You lean your head back into your pillows. “I should probably get back home.” Billy states. You think for a moment before sitting up and staring at him. “You could stay…”

He looks down at you, his eyes meet yours, a soft, kind look stares back at him. He loves that look. “You sure?” He asks. You nod and pull back your covers. He picks up something off the ground before throwing them at you. Your underwear and his shirt now lays in front of you. You slip them both on before crawling into bed. He snuffs out his cigarette before tossing it out your window, climbing into bed with you. You go to lay turned away from him but his arm slips under your head. You turn around to glance at him and he gestures for you to turn fully.

You do so, laying your head into his chest, his other arm lays over your waist, his thumb rubbing circles into your side. “Goodnight, Billy…” you mumble looking up at him. He leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips. “Goodnight, Doll.”

You wake up to your bed empty. You sigh, your arm slings over to the spot Billy was laying just a couple hours ago. You glance at your window, seeing the moon swap through your sheer curtains. You shove your face into the pillow he was laying his head on. It still smells like him.

Your door opens and you jump, quickly pulling your blankets up to cover you. You sigh in relief when Billy enters. “What the hell, Billy. You scared the shit out of me.” You breath. He closes the door.

“I just used the fucking bathroom.” “Yeah, well remember my dad is sober, Billy. He’s not just passed out on the couch right now.” “Yeah, your parents bedroom door was open. I just went to the bathroom down the hall.” He whispers. You look over towards the window again, trying to steady your heart beat.

“Hey,” Billy walks over and sits on the bed. “You ok?” He brushes your hair out of your face. You stare at him confused. “Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?” You ask. “You just look off.” He speaks. He gets up and picks up his jeans off the floor. He pulls out his pack of cigarettes and takes one out, lighting it. “Do you really have to smoke in here?” You ask, rolling your eyes at him. “You never cared before.” He leans against your dresser.

“You look pretty in my clothes.” He stares at you, his eyes wander over your body, liking how the fabric of his shirt looks over sized on you. You look down at your form, you like wearing his clothes. It always feels comforting and warm, like home. You hold out your hands at him, making him raise a brow. “What?” “Come here.” You simply state.

Billy stares at you, seriously considering the offer to curl into your form and just let you hold him, to breath in everything about you. He loves the idea, but he also knows it’s out of character for him. He’s not some smitten teenager who just wants to be held. He’s Billy. Billy Hargrove, a man who sleeps and flirts with everyone. But you’re different, you’ve always been different, he sees that much now. But he refuses to let you know it, thinking it’ll just go to your head.

He lets out a light hearted chuckle. “What, so I’m your boyfriend now?” You lower your arms back into your lap and look at them, fumbling with your fingers. The wall was back up. “You don’t have to be rude.” You tell him. He scoffs, “Well maybe you should think before trying to coddle me. I’m not a fucking child.” He glares at you. You feel your eyes water, you lay back down in your bed, turning to have your back facing him. “Fuck off, Billy.” You pull the covers over you, shoving your cheek into the pillow.

Trying to steady your breathing, you lay silent in your bed, tears slowly blinking out of your eyes. You hated when he’s like this, all defensive. It pisses you off. You try to open up to him, try to get him to open up, even just once, and he reverts, crawling back into his barricades.

Billy stares at your form, your curves just visible under the comforter on your bed. He doesn’t know how to accept love, how to just lean into you and let you love on him. He lives for your touch but he refuses to lean into it. He sighs, flicking the sizzled out cigarette bud out your window before picking up his clothes from the floor. He pulls up his pants. “I’m heading out.” He simply states, buckling his belt. “Keep the god damn shirt.” He steps out of your window and leaves.

Billy looks back up at your window one final time, before walking back to his car he parked down the road, before driving himself home.

The following day goes pretty well, staying home and spending time with your sister, playing with her and watching movies. Your dad actually signs himself up for rehab, says he’s gonna give up alcohol. You want to believe him, you know he’s at least gonna try, but you won’t get your hopes up.

He doesn’t push you to talk about yesterday, doesn’t ask about it at all, actually. You think he knows you don’t want to talk about it.

As the day closes out, your dad finally sits you down in your room. You know it’s gonna come, you know he’s gonna ask, you know it’s bothering him. “So, Billy…” he glances at you. You look away not wanting to meet his gaze, letting a soft laugh escape you. “Damn, thought I was safe.” He chuckles at you. “I’m not gonna pry, I don’t wanna do that. You’re a grown up, but you’re still my little girl too. If you wanna talk about it, we can, but we don’t have to. Just know I’m here.” He pats his hand on your knee and you nod.

“Hey,” you look up at him, catching his eyes, “Would you…” he hesitates, “look, I know I’ve been a shitty dad for a while, but I really wanna try to be better. So I’m gonna ask you for your opinion on something.” You nod at him, gesturing him to continue. “I’m gonna divorce your mom.” Your eyes light up.

You hate your mom, all she’s been is trouble for your family since day one. The whole reason your dad started drinking in the first place.

“I wanna take her to court, try to fight for custody over Penny.” He explains. He watches your facial expressions carefully. “Do you think that’s a good idea? I don’t wanna cause any more pain for you girls.” “Yeah,” you say, “I think you should, I mean,” you let out a soft chuckle, “you know I hate her, and I’ll stand up for you in court. She can’t argue for me, I’m already 17.“

He presses his lips together, forming a fine line, “Yeah, but Penny isn’t, so I’m gonna need some help there.” “Like what? I mean, Dad, you’ve already gotten a better resume than mom does just in the last two days.” You raise your hand and move it around as you speak, “you stopped drinking on your own, signed up for rehab to get help in order to stay sober, you’re gonna start looking for a job tomorrow. You aren’t the person who broke our family, Dad. She is.” You tell him. He nods.

“I just know it’s gonna be a hard win, but I wanted to make sure you know I’m trying. That I want to do better. And I want you to help stay up on me, watch me, make sure I’m staying sober, no beer in the house.” He smiles at you, and you smile back. “I’ve failed enough as a dad, so I wanna do better.” You nod and he holds out his arms to you, “now come here, Pumpkin.”

After a long hug, he lets you crawl into bed and tucks you in, kissing your forehead as though you were only a child again. You don’t mind, happy to be receiving affection again.

You wake up on Monday, feeling oddly refreshed. You get dressed in your usual clothes, before going downstairs and popping some bread into the toaster. Your dad comes downstairs, freshly showered and dressed, greeting you with a smile. “Good morning, Sunshine!” He pulls your head to him, kissing your forehead. “Did you sleep alright?” He asks, putting on a pot of coffee.

“Yeah, I did actually. Probably better than I have for a while.” You admit. He smiles and ruffles your freshly neatened hair, but you don’t mind. “Well, that’s good.” He smiles.

You open your house door to see Billy’s car pulled into your driveway. You take a deep sigh and climb into his passenger seat.

When you make it to school, you ignore him, walking straight inside. “Hey,” Billy calls out, following after you, “(y/n), hey!” He grips your arm and snatches you to turn to him. “What the hell? I’ve been trying to talk to you all morning?” “I’m not in the mood, Billy.” You explain, rolling your eyes at him.

After a couple of classes, you make your way to the bathroom. You enter the girl’s restroom only to hear grunting and moaning coming from one of the stalls. You roll your eyes, stepping in. You sit your bag down by the door and step into a stall, only to hear the girl speak up. “Fuck, Billy…” you freeze. You’re not dating. Your brain reminds you. You step back out and grab your bag. Before you go to leave however, you decide to be a bit bitchy for a change.

Walking over to the stall you know Billy and who-ever-the-slut is in, you bang your hand against the stall door, hard. Then you walk out, without looking back.

Billy groans at the banging on the stall door, glaring at it. After hearing the main door squeak open and shut again, he can’t focus now. He can’t just get back to fucking the girl around his waist. He drops her to her feet, making her stumble a bit. “Fucking jackass.” He mumbles. “We can just continue, they are gone.” “No, I’ve lost my mood now.” Billy glares at the door, even though he knows no one is there.

At the end of the day, you beat Billy out to his car, leaning against the hood. “Hey, have fun in the bathroom earlier?” You ask him. His eyes darken. “You bitch.” “All I did was bang on a door, you were banging more than that, asshole.” You go to open the door to the passenger side but it was locked. “Billy, unlock the car.” You tell him. You don’t bother looking up at him.

Billy comes around the vehicle to your side. He lifts his hand and grips your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Remember where you stand, Doll. You’re not my girlfriend.” “Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. Thanks for the obvious.” You glare at him. He moves his hand swiftly to wrap around your neck, catching you off guard. His fingers tighten around your throat making you flinch. “Billy, stop.” You tell him.

He pushes you against the car, hand firmly placed around your throat. He raises his other hand and points at you. “Don’t you dare get snappy with me again, you hear me? It’s fucking annoying.” His hand tightens and panic and fear sets in to your stomach. Your hand flies up to grip at his wrist. “Billy, stop, that hurts.” You tell him. He lets go and you take in a sharp breath. He unlocks the car and goes back around. You place your fingers against your throat as your vision starts to blur.

You quickly sit into the car and prop your elbow in the door, staring out. “Not gonna talk to me now?” Billy glares at you. You try to hold back as a tear falls down your cheek.

“Hey,” Billy waves his hand in front of you. “Speak.” You hold back your tone. “Just drive me home.” You state. He scoffs. “No please? What did we just talk about, Doll?” “Billy.” You look at him, your tears staining your cheeks. “For fuck’s sake just drive me home. My house.” You glare at him. You watch his eyes soften slightly after seeing that you’re crying. You turn back around and place your forehead against the window.

When Billy drives past your neighborhood, you sigh. “I said my home, Billy. I’m not being your fuck buddy tonight.” You glare at him. “God, you’re so fucking emotional, calm down. You’re not going to be.” He rolls his eyes. “You’re just…” he hesitates before letting out a deep sigh, “I don’t like that you’re mad at me, like more than usual mad. I don’t wanna take you home like that.”

He pulls up into his driveway, you step out of the car and make your way inside going straight to his room. He follows you in, making sure his dad is minding his own fucking business. You enter Billy’s room and throw yourself onto his bed. You weren’t going to let him have you tonight, but that didn’t mean you had to ignore the comfort you felt laying in his bed. Billy sits his things by the door, where you had dropped your bag before hand.

“Comfortable?” He asks. You snuggle into his pillows, which makes him chuckle. You breath in the smell leaving his pillows. You may not wanna fuck him for once, but you do want comfort. A hum leaves you, pure enjoyment. Billy climbs onto the bed, leaning over you. “Doll,” he leans down and places a soft kiss on your neck, making you flinch.

You whip around to look back at him. “I’m sorry.” He whispers, “I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that. It was shitty of me.” You stare at him for a moment. “Yeah, it was.” You express. You don’t want to tell him it’s ok, cause it’s not.

“(Y/n),” he raises his hand and places it softly against your cheek, “God, you’re so pretty.” You feel your cheeks heat up. He leans down and presses a kiss on your cheek. You stare at him as he admires you. He hesitates for a moment before leaning down, your breath hitches and you lift your head up to connect your lips. You place your palms against his cheeks, pulling him closer to you.

Billy pushes his hands under you, lifting your back up to arch into him. He pushes up on your shirt, placing his hands on your skin. You move your hands down to his chest and push him off, not hard but just enough to give him the hint. You try to catch your breath as he places his forehead against yours. “Billy,” you mumble, “not tonight. Please.” He sighs, “I know, Doll, I just… wanna kiss you.” He leans into you again, smashing his lips into yours.

You enjoy it, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him as close to you as you can. Billy wraps your legs around his hips, kissing the corner of your mouth before leading across your jaw. “Billy,” You push slightly on his shoulders, he groans, traveling kisses down your neck, “Billy, no…” he leans away only to kiss you again. You hum into his lips. Your heart rate speeds up, he kisses along your cheeks. “Billy…” you mumble. He grinds himself against you, sending shivers down your spin.

“Doll, please I just… I need you.” He groans into your ear. You feel yourself getting warm, but you hold your ground. “Why? That other girl didn’t do it for you?” You mumble. You hear him growl over you. He grabs your wrists and pins them by your head. You stare at him, his hair hangs in front of you, same with his necklace, leaning over you. “Careful, you say you don’t wanna do anything, but you’re being such a tease right now it’s hard not to just fuck the shit out of you.” You lift your head slowly, just brushing your lips to him, a smirk forming on his lips.

“No.” You whisper before dropping back down. He glares at you. He tightens his grip on your wrists, before smashing his lips on yours again. He kisses rougher this time, shoving his tongue into your mouth and swirling it around, making you whimper. He presses a knee to you, earning a soft moan in response. He pulls away and stares at your flushed cheeks, “so easy to say no, isn’t it? But it’s even easier to make you squirm.” He lifts up and climbs off the bed. You catch your breath for a moment just laying there.

You sit up to catch him lighting a cigarette, “Do you wanna stay tonight? Or go home to Daddy?” He asks staring at you through his mirror. You hesitate. You want to stay, to be honest you do want to be fucked now. But you wanna see how much you can push him before he just takes you. You try to think up a clever comeback. “I thought you were Daddy?” You smirk, starring at him. He coughs trying to not choke on smoke.

“Don’t say shit like that when you don’t want me to fuck you.” He explains. “Why? Does it turn you on?” You stand up from his bed, walking over to him and turn him to face you, running your hands up his chest. You hear his breath shake. “Do you want me that badly, Hargrove?” You ask, looking up at him with such an innocent look. He glares at you. “You bitch.” He kisses you again, but this time he grips the hem of your shirt and pulls it up over your head.

He slams you into the mattress, before pulling down your pants and unbuckling his belt. He kisses down your neck, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling himself out. Without any hesitation, he slides your panties to the side and thrusts into you. You moan, gripping his shoulders as he pounds you in. “B-Billy…! Fuck…” your words fumble out of you mouth, followed by “Please, god.” He grinds himself deeper into you, hitting your deepest points.

You hide your face into his neck, embarrassed at how turned on this is making you. He thrusts harder, making a knot form in your stomach. “God, (y/n), fuck.” He grips your hips and moves them to slam you deeper onto him. You feel your drool build up in your mouth as your legs start to shake. You start mumbling to yourself, soft cuss words and pure pleasure mixing in your brain.

He lays you back, not slowing his pace. Your legs drop to the mattress, mind blanking. He takes one of your legs and throws it over his shoulder, the other laying out as your body moves to lay on your side. This new position sends him deeper, your hand flying to cover your mouth and stifle your moans. He watches as he slams into you, “You take me so easily, Doll.” His words make you whimper.

Billy loves watching you squirm as he fucks you. He knows he’s big, filling you up easily, and he loves how you take him so easily. Billy can’t help but want to pound his dick into you until your body is cock drunk on him.

“Fuck, Doll, you’re so tight.” You feel him hit deeper, making your eyes roll back, “Billy…” you moan out, gripping at his bed. “What, Doll? Like the feeling of me hitting you deep?” He goes faster, watching you whimper under him. “God, I could fuck this pussy all fucking day.” He grips at your hips and slams you against him, wanting to get as deep in you as fucking possible. You can’t stop your legs from shaking, the need to cum on him. “Billy, please, I’m gonna…” he flips you over and lifts you so your back leans against his chest. His hand grips around your neck, his cock now making a bulge in your stomach.

You release onto him at the change of position, oozing out around his length, your juices drip down your thighs. You squeeze around him, softly begging for him to not stop. And he doesn’t, slamming up into you as your head leans back on his collarbone. You let your tongue hang out of your mouth, his cock rubbing your walls as you try to come down from you high.

“Doll, I’m gonna fuck you till your sobbing.” He grabs your hair and shoves your face into his pillows, lifting your ass into the air. He continues to fuck you in this position, your eyes tearing up from the feeling of his dick fucking you filthy. Your legs shake, his cock making your pussy raw.

You moan loudly into the pillows, your pussy now burning from all the friction. You gasp as he hits deep into you, and your pussy spasms, encasing his cock in another orgasm. He chuckles. “Such a dirty slut.”

Before you react, he leans against you, burying himself deep in your body. He spills out, holding your hips in place. You try to steady your breathing as your walls clench around him, not wanting him to pull out. “B-Billy…” your voice is like sweet honey to him. He’s fucked you silly and he knows it.

He lifts you back up to his chest and watches your body as the creamy substance leaks from you. “Do you want more, Doll?” Your drooling, saliva dribbling down your chin as you nod. You want him to fuck you. Fuck you hard. Fuck you to where it’s inhumane.

He reaches his hand down and rubs his fingers against you, feeling how full you are with his cock buried in you. “God, you are full, huh, Doll? Do you want more cum?“ you whimper in response.

Billy slams into you again and your body shakes, his arm wrapped around your waist being the only thing holding you upright. You gasp as he starts pumping into you again, your orgasm building quickly. Your legs feel like jelly as you go limp against him, his grip on you tightening to hold you up. “Such a good whore.” His voice is deep and sultry. You can’t help yourself as you finish all over his cock again.

Billy doesn’t stop pounding into you, his cock hitting your deepest places. “B-Billy…!” You grip his arm around your waist as your words become sluggish, inaudible to him. Muffled and slushed “please” and “harder” leaving your lips as he fucks you deeply. You feel yourself building up another orgasm. Your legs trembling as your pussy feels raw.

Billy thrusts up into you roughly a couple more times as you tumble over your finally orgasm of the night, body shaking from the overstimulation. Billy slams deep inside you one final time, his cum shooting deep inside. “Fuck…” he groans as he watches your body shake in his arms. He removes his arm from around your waist and you fall forward, his cock pulling out as your face hits the pillows, ass in the air.

He places his hand on your ass and slowly opens your folds, watching as his cum leaks out of your red and puffy cunt. “You’re filled to the brim, huh, Doll.” It’s not a question but you nod. He slowly runs his hands down your thighs and to your ankles, before pulling and letting your body make full contact with his bed. You hum into the pillow as you feel the mattress dip next to you. You look over as you watch Billy climb into bed.

“Sleep, Doll. You look exhausted.” He kisses a soft peck on your forehead which catches you off guard. You raise your shaky hand to his cheek as he pulls you into his chest. “I love you…” is all you can get out before sleep overcomes you.

In the morning, you wake up to your stomach hurting and your legs still feeling like jello. Billy sleeps soundly next to you, one arm under your neck and the other thrown over your waist. You place your hand on his cheek. “Billy,” you mumble, rubbing your thumb softly over his skin. A soft hum leaves him in response.

He opens his eyes and stares at you, “Morning,” he greets, before laying himself over you and snuggling into your chest. You can’t help but giggle. You glance over at the clock, it’s way past the time for school. “Are we skipping today?” You ask, brushing a hand through his hair. He hums, leaning into your touch.

Your heart soars at the contact he’s accepting from you. “I love you.” The words fumble from your lips before you can even catch yourself. He immediately looks up at you. His stare doesn’t look exactly comfortable. “You don’t have to say it back, Billy. I just want you to know that I do…” you tell him, pulling him into a soft kiss. He groans into your lips, before leaving soft kisses on your neck.

Billy feels relieved you don’t expect him to say it back, he’s comfortable just laying with you.

You stay in bed like that with him for a good hour or so, just enjoying each other’s company. You’re glad. As much as a jerk Billy Hargrove can be, you know deep down you can rely on him. He’s your home, and your his.

[roomsofangel]

. . BY YOUR SIDE / DESTROY YOU

# CHAPTER TWO !

synopsis in which you were always the type to push down and never confront your past and the feelings that came with it — all of the pain and regret. but now you’re back at where it all started, having no choice but to face it and feel everything all at once

warnings y/n has a panic attack but its not detailed, only showing an implication that she is but the scene ends before it goes further

wc 1.4k

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you stretched out your body as someone would an old childhood shirt, bones cracking and falling into a more comfortable place with a quiet satisfied groan before rolled your shoulders back, looking around at the warehouse that was an agreed upon meeting destination. the nostalgia weighed heavy, you could swear you saw droplets of memories splattered around the scene outside and you cringed.

as if your mind was being read, you felt a warm calloused hand on your shoulder, “yeah. me too.” you glanced to see seonghwa who had a similar gaze that mirrored yours, lips pressed together in an attempt to give you a thin lipped but reassuring smile before he patted your back and continued on with his bass that was in his hand, resting in its own case.

part of you wanted to change your mind, but music was your passion. even when things fell apart back then, you still craved music and the arts of being on stage again someday kept you going. however ever since him, you struggled making a name for yourself after. for your own band after he left.

sometimes you could still taste the smoke if you focused hard enough but hongjoong snaps you into reality with a few calls of your name, you follow shortly after with an unsettling feeling in your stomach. just ignore it. you didn’t eat today so that could be it. just ignore it.

“you okay?” mingi noticed your discomfort, his voice a bit lower to keep the conversation between the two of you as he put his drumsticks in his back pocket and you nodded in response. “yeah, just nostalgic.” and he hummed, laughing a bit as a response as the two of you started to walk again to catch up with seonghwa and hongjoong. “yeah.. i feel that.”

you returned the small laugh, looking ahead and watching how hongjoong and seonghwa talked and looked at each other with stars in their eyes even after all these years, even after the three years all of you separated. at times, it feels as if none of you parted ways for that long. you could feel the lump in your throat, but you swallowed it down harshly and kept going. “so, we set up here and then what?” mingi’s voice prompted when the two of you made it to the others

“explore a little, we haven’t been on this side of town in.. what? three years?” hongjoong’s features scrunched up when he attempted to recall, seonghwa mumbled a confirmation while he was kneeled over tying his shoe and making sure everything was settled. “a lot has changed, and trapnest wont be here until another hour so we have time.” hongjoong continued

sooner rather than later, you found yourself walking the same streets that you swore you would never even think about again, much less be back where the air is suffocating and your clothes now felt tight. a lot has changed, only the dread stayed the same. it was a bittersweet atmosphere.

“oh! check it out, sakura boutique is still going strong,” seonghwa’s head motioned ahead, your gaze followed to see the light pink and beige clothing boutique where you used to spend some of your time with the owner. you wiped your damp palms on your hands, “crazy, do you think keomi still works there?” mingi asked before pausing to light the cigarette he had between his teeth, covering enough to block the wind with his hand until he lit up and continued walking.

“beats me, its been three years.” seonghwa shrugged, shoving his hands in his jacket’s pockets. you wondered if keomi still did too, but the last time you two talked she was eager on following after your footsteps and had a ticket to leave with you. the guilt was overwhelming, maybe its best to convince yourself she moved a long time ago and there was a new bubbly employee taking her spot.

exhaling the nicotine, mingi chuckled, “we should stop by there sometime.” he voiced his thoughts out loud as you all continued walking, seonghwa muttering a somewhat agreement while hongjoong only nodded to acknowledge the suggestion but not voice if he would be down for the visit or not. sharing a stolen glance with hongjoong, he lifted his finger to his head and swirled his finger to mimic a ‘this guy is crazy’ expression which made you snort, rushing to brush your hand over your mouth in an attempt to cover it up

“what’s so funny back there?” seonghwa teased, glancing towards you and hongjoong who smiled and tilted his head towards mingi who was focused more on looking around at the familiar shops and some if the new ones you assumed came long after all of you left.

the four of you looked around a bit more, deciding to wander around the shopping center you all used to hang out in a little too much that it seemed as if you lived there. and you weren’t sure how you got here, why your feet began to wander further and further away from your group until you walked into the bittersweet record-shop. you cringed at the scent that filled your nose rather then relished in as before, forcing a smile when an employee greeted you.

your manicured nails grazed some of the records, nearly scoffing at seeing a trapnest vinyl propped up with more of their works, noticing how blackstones were scattered around nearby. even now, you were living in someone’s shadow.

“there you are,” seonghwa chuckled, you only smiled in response, setting the vinyl down and giving him a bit more attention. “here i am,” you voiced back with a soft sigh. “can you believe they still have blackstone albums here?” you questioned with a slight smile and head shake, and seonghwa looked where you head motioned towards with your head and smiled

you noticed his eyes graze over and scan the more bigger shrine for trapnest, “used to be us.” he chuckled, his tone playful, “but it’s nice to see people see listen to us even after..” his voice trailed off and you knew exactly what he was referring to. no one liked to talk about it out loud, or even mention it fully unless it was like this and you only nodded.

“where’s mingi and joong?” you asked to steer the conversation into another direction, the two of you starting to walk down more of the aisles and looking around at more of the albums and vinyls. “food court, came to get you.” he replied, fixing his hair back up into the small ponytail he had it in and you nodded, “yeah i could use some food before going back.” you laughed, patting his shoulder and he playfully nudged you to the side causing the two of you to laugh a bit more before your attention faltered and wandered towards a specific part of the store

the lump in your throat was more prominent than ever, heart racing and stomach dropping. “what are you looking at?” seonghwa asked, before he followed your gaze and his face dropped as well as yours had. “y/n, come on,” he tried to drag you away so you didnt hurt yourself more by staring but you shook your arm out of his grasp

you swallowed harshly, unsure of whether it was okay to move yet or if you needed to hold onto something, “did you know?” you managed to croak out and seonghwa shook his head. “none of us did.” he reassured, voice barely audible and you couldn’t rip your eyes off that poster.

it was a band of five, four guys and a girl who you assumed to be the vocalist but your eyes weren’t on her, they couldn’t seem to hold on anyone except one member with a familiar lock necklace that you still had the key to even now, mockingly staring at you.

mouth dry, you blinked away tears and pulled seonghwa along out of the record shop in a haste, and seonghwa didnt hesitate to follow and the two of you walked and walked with no sign of stopping until you got to the food court where you saw concern gazes immediately from hongjoong and mingi when they noticed

“what happened?!” hongjoong asked, bringing you into his arms immediately and you could feel your knees giving up. no no, you cant do this here. why here? why now?

seonghwa looked at mingi and hongjoong, swallowing before speaking, “san is in trapnest.”

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thanks so much for answering! In that case, might I request something for Mereel skirata? Like he is always flirting with the reader and the reader is kind of annoyed because they think he’s not serious while also having a massive crush on him and then sth happens that prompts them to kiss and turns out he is serious about them? You don’t have to do/follow that of course ��� thanks so much!

Not A Toy

Summary: Mereel is a walking, talking headache. But when the base you live on is attacked, you realize that there's more to him than that.

Pairing: Mereel Skirata x Reader

Word Count: 1257

Warnings: innuendo, but nothing too bad

tagging: @trixie2023

A/N: I've never written for Mereel before, but his wookieepedia page was actually useful as to his personality. Thank you for the request! I hope that this is sort of what you were looking for!

Divider by Saradika

“You alright, Doc?” Your nurse asks as she nervously flutters around you.

“I’m fine. I just have a headache that comes and goes,” You reply as you pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Oh! I can get you some medicine if you want-?”

“That won’t be-” You pause when the door to the infirmary slides open and a grinning man walks in, and you sigh, “And it’s back again.”

“Hey doc!” Mereel Skirata, like all of his brothers, is incredibly handsome. Unlike many of his brothers, he’s also got the charm to back up his good looks. He’s also incredibly clever and calm and funny…the bastard.

He winks at your nurse, and she blushes red and giggles.

“If you’re here to harass my staff, you can see yourself out-” You say sharply.

“I’m not feeling harassed,” Your nurse says, almost dreamily.

“Don’t you have work to do?” You ask sharply. You’re not jealous. You’re not. You just don’t appreciate him flirting with your staff and distracting them. 

If you keep repeating that to yourself, maybe you’ll believe it someday.

The nurse blanches white, and turns and scurries out of the room.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Mereel chides with a broad grin on his face.

“Do I look like a nice person?” You ask curtly, “What do you want?”

“Why do I have to want something?” Mereel asks, his grin growing as he crosses the room and leans his hip against your desk, “Maybe I just want to see your smiling face.”

“Do I look like I’m smiling?”

“Maybe I can put a smile on your face,” He offers quickly, “I’m very talented in many areas-”

“If you’re not dying, get out of my office.”

“Babe-”

“No.”

“Ner cyare-”

“Do not.”

“The love of my life-”

“Get. Out.”

“But Doc,” His voice has a distinct whine to it, and you glower at him, “I’m in pain.”

“Walk it off.” And then you sigh, “Fine. What’s wrong?”

“Well you see, there’s this pretty doctor I keep talking to-” He says with a sly grin.

“You do realize that I’m not a toy for you to play with, right.” You snap.

“But doc, I’d play with you so good,” He almost coos, his eyes alight with mirth, “Uh…doc…You’re holding that syringe kind of…threateningly.”

“I’m wondering,” You say through gritted teeth, “If I sedate you, it might give enough time for that hole in your face to heal shut.”

“I don’t have a hole in my fac-ohhh…you’re talking about my mouth.”

“Yeah. I am.”

“Aww,” He coos at you, “You’re adorable when you’re threatening me. Super hot. Very attractive.” You click your tongue at him, and he laughs and moves away from your desk, “Alright, alright. I’m leaving. I’m sure you have very important doctor work you need to do. I’ll see you later, ner cyare!”

“Please don’t.” You sigh as the door slides shut, and you drop your head on your desk. You need migraine medicine. 

An hour later, the base is rattled by an explosion.

You immediately jump to your feet and grab your med bag and head towards the explosion. There has never been an explosion so close to base before, but you don’t think about the potential danger to yourself. 

You let out a startled noise when a strong hand wraps around your upper arm and jerks you back. “What the hell are you doing?” Mereel rips his helmet off, “Where are you going?” He demands.

“There was an explosion, which means injured people.” You say as you try and pull your arm from his grip, though you’re not able to, “Which means, Mereel, that they need me.”

“You-” For once, he seems to be at a loss for words, “Are you fucking stupid? You don’t even have armor! You’ll be killed.”

You scoff, “Please. That’s hardly a concern. You and your brothers are here after all.”

“Holy shit.” Mereel shakes his head, “I am flattered at your faith in us, but I am not allowing you to run into an active battlefield.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

“Oh my god, you’re so stubborn! Why am I in love with you?” He rubs the back of his neck, “Fine! Fine. But you are going to go to the medical tent and you are going to stay there.”

“Can we rewind to the point where you said you’re in love with me?”

“No. Yes.” He pauses, “Later. We’re being attacked. Priorities, Doc.” Mereel drags you down a different hall, “There. Medical tent. With the red symbol on it.”

“I know what a medical tent looks like.” You snark.

He stares at you, “Then get to it.” He pulls his helmet on as another explosion rocks the base, “Now! And stay there.” He warns as he jabs his finger in your face.

“You’re not my mother,” You grouch as you hurry over to the tent, while Mereel hurries in the opposite direction towards the explosions. 

The fighting continues for hours, though the explosions stop after the first thirty minutes. At least, you think they have, you’re rather distracted with trying to save the lives of the people in your care.

And by the time the fighting is over, you’re sore and exhausted, and you just want to sleep for the next week or so.

You check on your patients one more time, making sure that they’re stable enough to be moved to the infirmary to receive proper medical care, and then you step out of the tent and roll your shoulders. You stop at the medical droid and give the order to start moving the injured, and then you step away to head back to your office.

You don’t make it to your office. Instead someone tugs you into a supply closet, and before you realize what's happening, you’re pressed back against the door.

Mereel looks down at you, caged between his arms. There’s something warm and soft on his face, and it makes your stomach flip nervously. “You’re filthy,” You say softly.

And he is. His armor has dirt and dust covering it, and his hair is laying flat, from wearing his helmet for so long. “Wanted to see you before I shower and crash,” He replies easily.

“Are you hu-”

Your question is cut off when he crashes his lips against yours. His gloved hand comes up to cradle the back of your head as he presses himself tighter against you.

Mereel’s armor presses against you uncomfortably, uncomfortably enough that you’ll probably have bruises if he doesn’t pull away, but you don’t care as you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck.

He groans into the kiss and then he effortlessly lifts you so that you’re able to wrap your legs around his waist. And only then, when you’re in his arms, does he break the kiss and bump his forehead against yours.

“I hope,” Mereel says quietly, “That this is proof that I mean it when I flirt with you.”

You smile at him, and lightly press one of your hands against his cheek, “It’s a pretty good hint, yes.” You slowly trail your thumb across his cheekbone, “You know…I’m not much of a cook, but I do make a pretty good cheesecake.” You whisper.

“Yeah?”

“If you want I can make us some tomorrow. And we can talk and figure us out?” 

“Are you asking me on a date, ner cyare?” Mereel asks, delight on his face.

You smile shyly, “Yeah. I guess I am.”

He kisses you then, soft and sweet, “It’s a date.”

[rebelliouslyeverafter]

Dexven Drabble

Here's a Dexven drabble where in their first school year, Dex hears Raven singing and starts the beginning of a crush. (The song is Happy Unhappy by The Beths.)

Dexter let out a sigh as he took another glance at the school map he held in his hands. Blondie Lockes was waiting for him in the A/V room to discuss the ideas for her new MirrorCast show Just Right, and he was hoping he wasn’t completely lost. It had been a few weeks since he and his siblings had started at Ever After High, but he was still not confident in his knowledge of the school layout. Or that working with the pushy perfectionist Blondie was a smart idea.

But she had needed help, and Dexter knew his way around technology, so it was interesting. And she had happily accepted his offer, no reluctance or disappointment that he wasn’t Daring. So, Dexter thought, he might as well give it a try…. if he could find the place, that was.

Walking past the muse-ic room, he was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of a guitar coming from within.

Who could that be? Classes are over for the day. Dexter wondered, then reasoned that some student might have just wanted to get in some hextra practice. He was about to continue on his way, when the person inside began to sing. It was a girl’s voice, though not the usual high and clear soprano of a princess. It was lower and huskier, but still very beautiful. The song itself was certainly not slow, but there was a wistful quality about it that caught his attention.

Always having a fondness for the poetic, Dexter started to notice the lyrics of the song:

“ 'Cause I was fine on my own

Tolling steady like a dial tone

Couldn't you leave me?

I was happy unhappy

But now I'm overthrown

Wish my heart were really made of stone

And I could forget you

Like I really want to”

Being happy unhappy? Well, that definitely wasn’t a princess-like sentiment. Wasn’t getting ready to live happily ever after the whole reason for this school? Well, maybe for most people. Dexter thought. People who know what ending they’re supposed to have, at least.

Now even more curious about the singer’s identity, Dexter peered through the barely opened door into the room.

Catching sight of the figure, there was no mistaking that long dark hair and gothic outfit. It was Raven Queen of all people, pouring her heart out to an empty room.

He hadn’t spoken with her, but he’d seen her around the school plenty of times. And of course, her family legacy was one that loomed particularly large. Most of the other students had kept their distance from her; seeing as how she was fated to the nemesis of his brother and sister-in-law-to-be, Dexter had thought it wise to do so as well.

 But it seemed Raven was not quite like her legacy suggested. Thinking harder about it, he had never actually seen her do anything more villainous than getting annoyed with her locker. She seemed to keep to herself for the most part, and now Dexter wondered if that was less because of what she did and more of how people saw her.

Of course, he might be reading entirely too much into a simple song choice. But King and Queen Charming would never have approved of him or his siblings getting to know a villain, and he couldn’t help but feel curious. What did the song mean to her? Suddenly, Dexter was snapped out of his thoughts by a buzz from his MirrorPhone. He looked at the screen to see a hext from Blondie asking if he was on his way, and suddenly remembered what he was supposed to be doing. He quickly responded that he would be there shortly, and took one last moment to appreciate the lovely music coming from inside the room before walking off. Maybe someday, hopefully,  he could get to know Raven Queen better.

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💌 To the Steve I Loved Before: Part 5

A Steve Harrington TATBILB!AU fic

Parts 1-4 on my masterlist!

Summary: Y/N has written love letters to get over her deepest crushes. What happens when Steve Harrington gets his hands on her letter to him?

Disclaimer: This is inspired by the To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before series by Jenny Han! I have used none of her characters, but have only used the premise of a love letter in the wrong hands.

Word count: ~1200

Warnings: None, just fluff!

A/N: I'M STILL HERE!!! 🎉 I have been gone for so long and I'm SO SORRY!! I started my new job, and it's taken all of my time 😢 But I'm finally back, and I hope you guys love this next chapter! I will try my best to get another part out soon 💕Also, I know I keep teasing the letter, but know that I wrote it before anything else, so it'll be out in a couple chapters 👀Please let me know what you think, and, as always, please show love and support! ❤️✨

“Y/N?”

You were staring blankly at Steve as he waved his hand in front of your face. You snapped back into reality and looked at him.

“Sorry, okay, you said seven for pizza at your place?” you said quickly.

“Eight, but Y/N, did you write me--”

“Gotta go, Steve, see you!” you said, then rushed away before he could finish his question. As you sped walked to the front of the mall, Robin was waiting for you, shaking her head. 

“What have you done?” she asked, chuckling.

“I don’t wanna talk about it, let’s just go,” you said, not stopping as you walked past her.

-💌-

You sat at your desk, bouncing your knee up and down, planning and panicking in your mind. Robin was laying on your bed, her head hanging off the edge as she scrunched her face up in concentration.

“So,” she started, “you’re going to pretend to date Steve Harrington.”

“...Yep,” you said, squinting at the wall.

“Well, you’re going to need some ground rules,” Robin said, looking at you.

“Ground rules?”

“Yeah, so you guys are clear on this little game you’re playing.”

“I don’t think we need rules, Rob. We’re not even actually dating.”

“Are you gonna kiss him?”

“What? No!” you said, your heart beating quickly.

“Okay, then how are you gonna make your relationship believable?” Robin asked, flipping herself onto her stomach. 

“I mean, I don’t know,” you said. 

“Well, you should definitely kiss him,” Robin said. “First of all, no one would ever believe you two are dating if you don't kiss at least once in public. Second of all, it looked like you both enjoyed it quite a bit,” she smirked. You threw a stuffed animal at her.

“Bite your tongue, Buckley!” you yelled, trying not to laugh. 

“You’re blushing!” she yelled victoriously.

“Am not! I mean, yeah, he’s cute or whatever, but that doesn’t subtract from the fact that he’s a class A jerk,” you pointed out.

“I don’t know, you might be surprised,” Robin said, sitting up. “I think all the rejections he’s gotten at Scoops have bruised his ego enough for him to actually have mappable humility.”

“Steve? Humble? I’ll believe it when I see it,” you chuckled. 

“Well, keep me posted. I think you guys should both visit each other at work, but make it look natural since you haven’t done that before. Ease into it. Second, you have to make him drive us all around.”

“Us?” you smirked.

“I have to benefit from this somehow,” Robin smiled. “Anyways, third, you guys have to go to the Fourth of July carnival together.”

“We won’t be together then. Eddie will forget about the letter far before that,” you objected.

“Just stick with me,” Robin said. “Lastly, and most importantly, do not fall for him.”

“Rob, we’re not in a John Hughes movie, I’m not going to-”

“Stick with me,” Robin repeated. “Don’t rule anything out. After all, you did write him a letter, right?”

“We’re not talking about that,” you said quickly.

“Well, the truth’s gonna come out someday,” Robin said. “In the meantime, it’s 7:45. Prince Charming awaits.”

-💌-

You knocked on Steve’s front door, and he opened it, smiling at you brightly.

“Hey, fake girlfriend,” he smirked. “Looking good tonight.” You scoffed at him, trying to hide your blush. 

“Can I come in?” you asked, trying to change the subject.

“Come on in,” Steve said, moving from the doorframe. “Go ahead and sit anywhere,” Steve said, motioning to the living room. 

“Sounds good to me,” you said, sitting on the couch. Steve sat down, facing you. You smiled at him awkwardly, then he opened the pizza box.

“Dig in,” he said. You nodded in thanks, then grabbed a slice.

“So,” he smiled, taking a bite.

“So,” you repeated, nodding. 

“You like Eddie, and now we have to date?” he asked.

“Yeah, I guess you could phrase it that way,” you chuckled. “I’m sorry I got you mixed up in this, Steve.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, his mouth full of pizza. “What are friends for?”

“We’re still friends?” you asked weakly, making Steve look at you in disbelief.

“Of course we’re still friends, Y/N, why wouldn’t we be?” he said, looking at you confused, his mouth still full. 

“I don’t know,” you whispered. “You became so popular, and we stopped hanging out.”

That doesn’t mean I don’t want to be your friend anymore,” Steve said, wiping his mouth and looking at you in concern.

“It sure feels that way,” you whispered, making Steve look at you sadly. 

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. 

“Don’t be,” you replied. “Anyway, we have some planning to do,” you said, trying to move on. You looked up at Steve, who was gazing at you. 

“Um,” you said, trying to break eye contact, “Robin had some recommendations to help our relationship look believable,” you said, looking back at him. “She says we should kiss at least once a day in public.” 

“Are you sure you can survive with just one Harrington kiss a day?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes at him, fighting a laugh. 

“She also said we should visit each other at work, and that you should drive me around, and Robin too.”

“Hm. So now Robin gets a free ride to work every day and also sees her best friend every time she has a shift. Makes me wonder who this is really benefiting,” he smirked. 

“Well, do you have any rules in mind?” you asked, and Steve tapped his chin. 

“Will you come to family dinners with me? Maybe with you there I can actually get through a conversation with my father. And we should go to the movies and stuff, make our relationship really public. Stuff we used to do, you know? We’ll just kiss when we do it.”

“I guess that works for me,” you said. “Is there anything we shouldn't do?”

“Well, I'll stop flirting with the girls at work, and you'll have to stop drooling over Munson,” he shrugged. “Other than that, I don't think I have anything else.”

“I haven't been drooling over Eddie,” you defended. 

“Well, then start drooling over me,” Steve said, mocking your tone. “Oh, and we should go to the Fourth of July carnival together,” he said.

“Robin said the same thing, but I don't think we'll still be doing this plan then, will we?”

“Well, we don’t have to be together to go,” Steve pointed out. 

“I guess so,” you said. 

“Did Robin say anything else?” he asked. 

“Yeah, she said we shouldn’t fall in love with each other,” you chuckled.

“I’ll try my hardest,” he smirked, winking at you. 

“Alright then, I think that covers it. We’ll hang out after work, I’ll go to family dinners with you, we’ll kiss each other once a day-”

“But more is always welcome,” Steve winked, making you groan. “And I’ll take you and Robin to work, and, when the time comes, we’ll go to the carnival, all while not falling in love. Sounds simple enough,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, totally easy,” you joked. “Deal?” you asked, holding out your hand. 

“Hm,” Steve said, his smirk returning. “I'll do this all on one condition,” 

“Okay, what is that?” you asked tiredly. 

“You have to let me read my letter.”

-💌-

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November recs

Yuletide is coming - but this should tide you over until then!

IRIS Log #1548 by deadchannelradio (Batman, gen)

(01:25) Red Hood: (Mild static) (Out of breath, slurred) You motherfuckers. Put some fuckin- (01:25) Batman: (Shaking) Red Hood- (01:25) Red Hood: Shut up. Put some fucking respect. On my name. Start fucking copying me. I just got thrown fucking. Um. 40 feet. Into a fucking uh. What's it. Ditch. I'm still fucking conscious. (01:25) Batman: Red Hood, do not move, we're en route- (01:25) Red Hood: What'll I win if I stand up. (01:25) Batman: (Loud) Do not stand up.

Absolutely hilarious slice-of-patrol-life story, featuring a VERY concussed Jason.

Easy as Pie by Ptelea (Batman, gen)

Five times Jason baked something for or with his siblings, and one time they baked for him. A drabble sequence of triple drabbles written for the Seasons of Drabbles Summer 2023 challenge exchange.

Soft Batsiblings story, with a lot of feels packed into a small space.

Cinema Verite by BoldlyNo (Murderbot, gen)

"Someday, Ratthi hopes, he’s going to run out of things to learn about Secunit that break his heart." Making a documentary in five hours flat is an experience in and of itself, but making a documentary with some of your friend's worst memories as footage is something else altogether.

Will I ever be over them making a documentary FOR GREAT JUSTICE? Definitely not. This is a great Ratthi POV on it.

Reformation by LocalCryptid7 (BNHA, Midoriya/Todoroki/Shinsou)

After a failed suicide attempt, years of bullying, and his mother's death, Izuku Midoriya doesn't think he has any option besides joining the League of Villains. After all, foster care is no place for a quirkless kid like him. Plus, working as a hacker and analyst for the League doesn't sound like it would be too bad. But, after meeting a hurt little girl in Overhaul's headquarters, Toga and Izuku can't just sit back and take orders from Shigaraki anymore. With some careful consideration, Izuku figures a villain reformation program at UA doesn't sound horrible, even if it means having to put up with Bakugou.

Villain!Izuku is usually a hard sell for me, but this works! Mostly because it shows both how Izuku ended up isolated and needing, AND he immediately turns tail once a kid is in danger. And then good followup on the consequences.

The Warlock's Cat by Marchling (Shadowhunters, Magnus/Alec)

Pain raced up his arm. It was a sharp throb that radiated out. More than a broken bone. When Alec went to flex his hand to see how bad it was he couldn’t. His eyes snapped to his own hand and there was no hand. A mission gone wrong leads to Alec being turned into a cat. Alone. Hurt. No one aware of what's happened to him. If only there was a cat-loving warlock nearby to save him.

Hello, I am a sucker for turned-into-a-cat-&-taken-in-by-my-enemy-who-turns-out-to-be-loveable stories - which is a very specific trope, but thankfully people keep writing it! This is a fun exemplar and an interesting AU.

Burgeoning by Owlship (Mad Max, Max/Furiosa)

He smiles a little, an uptick of his mouth, plush lips exposed where he's shaved the mangy beard off in the process of cleaning off the wasteland. "Here," Max says, and nudges into her space, arranges the plant carefully so the roots are properly covered, the leaves brushed free of dirt. Furiosa doesn't realize she's going to move until she does, leaning across the slight distance between them and pressing her lips to his.

Max-returns-to-the-Citadel PWP, featuring poor gardening etiquette and a lovely vulnerable Furiosa.