#WELCOME HOME MR. YANG

[smokipoki]

I DID IT I GOT THE MAN

[madamechrissy]

Two for One

ఌ Pairings ఌ Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader x Suguru Geto

ఌ Warnings ఌ MDNI- Cunnilingus, blow jobs, fingering, p in v sex, anal sex (fem receiving) creampie, double penetration etcc, SatoxSugu kiss bc of COURSE but mostly play with reader

ఌ Word Count ఌ 4.6k

ఌ Summary ఌ Your bosses, Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto want to make sure you feel appreciated, so they decide to help you unwind with... well, their dicks

“I really hope I’m doing okay.” You murmur nervously, as Satoru Gojo leans over you to see the work you’ve done on the computer, you inhale his scent, so fresh and clean, yet masculine. His silvery white locks are falling just so over his forehead, the line of his jaw tensing just a bit, before turning to you, smiling.

Satoru’s smile was so fucking gorgeous, but his eyes… this endless pool of baby blue that sparkled like stars. It was physically painful to even look at them at times, you had been working closely with him for months now, but they always got you a bit, if you had to admit it.

“It’s perfect, of course. You worry too much.” He gently places a hand on your shoulder, and you exhale, smiling, crossing your legs in your business dress.

“Thank you, Mr. Gojo. That means so much.”

“You’re very welcome. Hey, Suguru, come look.” Suguru Geto comes then, handsome, tall and dark, the yin to Gojo’s yang surely. His long silky locks were half tied up, and his seductive chocolate eyes met yours, smiling just so.

“What am I looking at, besides this gorgeous girl.” You flush bright red, peering around, but everyone had left the office for the day at this point, the final people filing out of it.

“Well, duh, of course she’s gorgeous.” Satoru Gojo plays with your hair, until he unclasps the little clip. You inhale a bit at it, as his fingers brush through your hair, letting it fall loosely over your shoulders. “Even prettier now, hmm?”

“Even prettier.” Suguru Geto murmurs, and then the two men, your bosses, are surrounding you, Gojo leaned on your seat, Suguru sitting on your desk, he simply smiles at you as Satoru leans in closer.

“I am so happy to be here, really. It’s such a big opportunity.” You murmur, looking down at your lap, heat embarrassingly growing between your thighs as you shift in your chair. “I was worried that I wasn’t catching on quick enough.”

“Nonsense. You're doing great. Better than most." Gojo said, as he looked at Geto. "Don't you agree?"

Geto nodded. "Definitely. You have a good head on your shoulders, not just a pretty face.” He gently brushes his fingertips along your jaw line, and you gasp a bit at the situation, at the touch.

"How about we hang out a bit and relax before we go home? It will help you unwind a bit.” Gojo suggests, brushing your hair back behind an ear. His touch electrified you, and your thoughts went awry.

Geto nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you've been working hard, I think it’s time we treat you a bit."

They lead you to a part of the office you hadn't seen before, a little room directly behind Gojo’s he unlocks it with a key, so casually, as your heart races. It was dimly lit, with a plush velvet couch that looked like it belonged in a cozy living room, and the room was lit with red LEDs, casting a glow more like some strip club.

You took a seat, feeling the soft cushions give way beneath you, and Gojo sat to your left, and Geto to your right, their long legs touching you on either side. You flush as their thighs brush against yours, as they casually lean back, arms touching behind your head. It's a little overwhelming. They were both so confident and gorgeous, and such powerful men… you feel tiny.

“You know… we have been wanting to do something special for you." Gojo said, his voice low and seductive, hand gently brushing your thigh now. You tense a bit, breathless, looking at the long elegant fingers on your bare leg.

Geto leaned in closer now too. "We noticed how hard you've been working for us, love, and we thought you could use some... relief. What do you think?” His hand is on your other thigh, big hand with strong fingers, each man has huge hands, but they’re so different, Gojo’s soft and Geto’s were calloused. They brush up and down simultaneously.

Your heart began to race, pounding inside your chest, you didn't know what they had in mind, but the way they were looking and touching you made your cunt start to throb around nothing. You shift nervously, friction on the couch hitting your clit and making you bite your lip.

“You all don't have to do anything special, I'm just glad I'm here.” You say softly, feeling your pulse thrum in your throat, when Gojo tilts your chin up, looking down at you with those beautiful eyes, even in the red light they glowed insanely bright, his full lips parted.

“So me and Sugu really, really like you.” He murmurs, and you flush, he laughs a bit at you. “Aw, you’re shy, that’s cute!”

“I…” You falter, unable to speak, when Geto now takes your chin in his hand, strong and sure grip, his eyes hooded with desire.

“Don’t let Satoru scare you, he’s a little too much.”

“Hey!” Gojo yanks you against him, pouting.

You giggle, breathless, and Geto rubs a thumb across your lower lip, shooting pleasure through your body, hot and aching. “We’ll be honest with you, love, you’re exactly our type.”

“Your type?” You murmur, trembling when Gojo eases your blazer down your arms, leaving you in your dress now, feeling tight against your skin.

“Mmhmm, we like to share, and we are rather picky. And busy. So… we think maybe you might be perfect for us.” Gojo says, and now Suguru’s nuzzling your neck just slightly, inhaling.

“You also smell fucking delicious.” He whispers, you shiver at that, as he kisses softly, making your tummy clench with how badly you want more.

“Th-thank you… but you all are like beautiful?” They laugh, both deep voices vibrating now.

“You’re beautiful. If you like it, how about we make it a regular thing?” Gojo whispers.

“If I like…”

“Us pleasuring you, love.” Geto finishes that thought, you squeak a bit at that, and they laugh at you.

“Maybe I’m dreaming.” You mumble, and Gojo pinches your thigh, you yelp, and he grins, bright white against the red lights of the quiet room.

“You’re single, right?” Gojo asks, so casually, unsnapping some of the buttons of your dress top. You nod. “Perfect. Isn’t she, Suguru?”

“She is indeed.” At the praise you’re bright fucking red, overheating when they have your dress slid off you, leaving you in your bra and panties, which were black lace. Suguru moans softly. “This body…”

“Fucking gorgeous.” Gojo finishes his words, they seem to do that, as if they’re always in sync. You bite your lower lip, tentatively touching their thighs now, strong under your small hands.

“Thank you…” You whisper, they hum approvingly, and then you look to Satoru, into his pretty goddamn eyes, lit with desire and hunger. “Will it change anything?”

“It will just make our days much more fun.” He whispers, raising his brows, smiling deviously. “Now, who will you kiss first?”

Your head arches back as they both caress your body, leaning closer and closer, and you look between them. “I don’t know! You’re both really fucking hot. And you both smell really amazing.”

They laugh, Gojo throwing his head back, Geto more chuckling. “I knew we liked you, Princess.” Geto whispers, leaning close, and you exhale.

“Fuck it.” You lean forward, kissing him softly, you gasp at the sensation, the little shocks on your lips, as his tongue slid in, hot and wet against your lips. You moan softly, reaching for Satoru with your hand, turning to him.

“You picked him first, what a brat!” He pouts, and you laugh, breathless, pulling him to you softly, eyes locking to his lips.

“I couldn’t pick, he was just closer. You’re both too… yeah.” Gojo leans forward more, as Geto continues to rub your thigh, higher and higher, Satoru grabs your hair, smashing his lips against yours, so different than the ease that Geto had. He was sliding his tongue inside your mouth, possessing it, and you moaned into his lips, feeling heady.

“I’ve never…” You trail off, nervous as you pull back, exhaling. “Done something like this.”

“Don’t worry, baby girl, we got you.” Satoru says softly, and turns your face to Suguru now. “Kiss him again, would you?”

You need no urging, you kiss him again, his lips fucking sensual and tantalizing as they dance across yours. Gojo kisses down the side of your neck, biting it, making you hiss a bit at his sharp teeth. He moans, gripping you tight, and Geto eases back, his eyes drinking you in.

“Who’s the better kisser hmm?” Gojo demands, and you flush, shaking your head, crying out when Suguru’s hand cups your breast over the lace of your bra, making your nipple tighten and press into his palm.

“You’re different. But both really fucking good.” You murmur, and Geto smirks at that.

“Don’t lie, Princess, I’m way better.”

“Bull shit Sugu! I’m elite at the shit.”

You burst into laughter, and they glare at you. “Oh shit.”

“I think she needs to be taught a lesson, don’t you Sugu?”

“She sure does.”

“Fuck…” You moan when their kisses grow more insistent, as their lips start to trail across you, their hands up and down your body. Gojo’s lips found your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin again, making you arch your back.

Geto’s mouth moved to your breasts, taking one out of the cups of the lace, sucking a peak into his mouth and suckling gently as his hand played with the other, making you slick and wet, panties soaked. Gojo’s talented fingers find you over them, and he moans, blue eyes darting up to yours in stark want, you lose yourself in them, in the sensations.

“She’s soaked, Sugu. Feel her.” Satoru takes Suguru’s hand, putting it against the damp fabric, you cry out at the difference of Suguru’s big hand pressing against your clit.

“Ah! Ohmygod…” You whimper, and Suguru id now looking up at you, with that calm gaze, hidden with lust, his glossy lips parted, as he rubs little circles on your aching clit, pushing you over the edge.

“She’s drenched.” He whispers, then goes to slide his fingertip under your panties, finding your clit with his middle finger, swirling against it, making you scream out, arching your back up off the couch. “Let me taste you.”

He brings his finger to his mouth, sucking your wetness off, and your mouth drops open, the sexiest thing you’ve ever fucking seen. Satoru takes his fingers, rubbing them along your slit, slippery with want already, and you look to him, as he slides a finger inside you, filling you. You’re panting, your body aching for more, as he slides his finger in his mouth now.

“You taste so fucking good.” Gojo murmurs, kissing you again, and Suguru’s hand is back between your thighs, playing with your clit again, you press your cunt against his touch as your hands run through Gojo’s silky hair.

“I need more of you, Princess.” Comes Geto’s voice, and before you know it, he’s kneeling between your thighs, sliding your panties down.

“Oh! I… oh…” Your nerves hit hard, but Gojo kisses you again, peering down at Geto, who’s gripping your thighs now.

“Princess, you’re making a mess already.” Suguru says, yanking your hips toward him, Gojo laughs a bit, sliding off your bra now with ease as Geto strokes your cunt again.

“We’ve barely gotten started, baby girl. Can you handle us?” Gojo asks, you exhale, nodding. “What a good girl.”

Suguru’s head buries between your thighs, and your cunt gushes with just one flick of his tongue, so sensitive you can’t handle it, your hips buck up. Gojo laughs, softly, as Geto continues lavishing you with his tongue. Gojo takes your breast into his mouth, lavishing your nipples, each getting their own attention, while Suguru slides his tongue in you.

“Ah! Geto! Gojo!” They laugh at you, Suguru’s breath hot on your clit, looking up at you mischieviously as he slides a thick finger in you, long, filling you. You gasp, your cunt is already pulsing around it.

“Call us Satoru and Suguru.” Suguru whispers. “At least while we’re playing with your tight little cunt.” He tilts his finger up, and you’re blinded, seeing black spots and little sparkles.

“Suguru…” You whisper, he moans then, diving back in, face buried as he eats you up, licking all your wetness. Gojo’s yanked your hair, wrapping it around his fist, making you look into those eyes.

“I want to watch you cum, pretty girl. Keep your eyes open. Got it?” You nod, eagerly.

“Yes, Satoru. Ah! Fuck. Mnh…” Suguru is working his fingers and mouth on you now, and Gojo is watching your every expression like a hawk. One of your hands go to grip Suguru’s soft hair, as the other clutches Satoru’s chest, hips wriggling with Suguru begins to moan against you.

“That’s it, pretty, fall apart.” He whispers, full lips parted, watching every expression you had intently, just holding you there, flicking a fingertip on your nipple, as Suguru sucks on your little clit.

“Ah! Fuck, fuck… cumming…mnh!” You feel everything wash over you, as he hits that spot in you, as his tongue flicks faster, faster, you scream out your pleasure, cumming in hot spurts all over Geto’s pretty face.

“That’s it, pretty, good girl.” Gojo kisses you now, drinking in the last of your cries, you’re fucking twitching, and now Geto yanks your face to him, leaning over you, kissing you deeply. You moan into his mouth, clutching both of their jackets, as Gojo’s now rhythmically fingering you.

“Get on your hands and knees, Princess.” Suguru whispers, you eagerly comply, with shaky hands and legs, and they’re undressing, you salivate as you look at their bodies.

Suguru is tanned and muscular, tattoos running down his ribs, broad shouldered and chiseled. Gojo is a little slimmer, but every bit as cut if not more, pale skin glistening, and both of their… fuck. Their cocks are huge, bigger than anything you’ve seen, the same length, Suguru is just a little thicker. They’re both so gorgeous you feel your cunt pulsing again, and you whine.

“You look so beautiful like this.” Suguru murmurs, kneeling in front of you, as Gojo slides behind you.

“It’s my turn to eat you, baby girl.” Satoru murmurs, and you gasp when you feel his breath on your cunt, each hand gripping your ass cheek.

“Why don’t you tell me what you want, Princess?” Suguru murmurs, and you open your mouth.

“Your cock in my mouth. Mmn… Fuck, Satoru.” He’s humming on your clit, and you’re gushing. Suguru gently cups your face in his big hands, tilting your chin up.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, Princess.” He slides his cock into your open mouth, and you begin sucking on him, fitting your mouth around his thick length, as Gojo’s fucking you with his fingers, smacking your ass then.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Gojo whispers, arching those insane long fingers up, and Suguru gently pulls your hair, hips snapping into your mouth. “Do you want this cock inside you, baby?”

You moan, nodding on Suguru’s cock. He eases back, swiping a finger down your lips, coated in saliva and precum. “Yes, please, Satoru.” You peer back at him, and his eyes are so bright they’re hard to look at.

“Such a good girl for us, isn’t she Sugu?” He murmurs, and grabs your hips, sliding his cock against you, between your lips, against the puffy, overstimulated clit, making you cum again, shaking.

“She’s very good, Satoru.” He muses softly, opening your mouth back up, you lick the leaking tip of him, tasting him, salty but sweet. He groans, handsome face tense, as Satoru shoves his cock in you, deep.

You fucking scream.

“Ah! Fuck, fuck fuck.” Your hips buck, and Satoru pauses, rubbing his hands down your waist, down your hips, massaging you everywhere.

“You okay Princess?” Suguru asks softly, and Gojo reaches around, bending over you a bit, finding your clit.

“Ease up, baby girl. You’re too fucking tight.” He’s groaning, rubbing in little circles, making you wetter as he slides out and in.

“You don’t eat pussy as good as me, Satoru.” Suguru chides him, and you laugh, breathless, before moaning, soaking Gojo’s big cock, that’s stretching you beyond your fucking means.

“Yes I do, she's stupid tight. Focus on this clit, baby.” He murmurs, rubbing faster, and you exhale, loosening up as much as you can, as he’s pressed against your fucking cervix, something you’d not felt. It’s so intense you scream, around Suguru’s cock, sucking, crying as you do.

“You’re such a good little toy for us.” Suguru murmurs, lovingly almost, caressing your face now, your eyes lock onto his as you suck. “You’re doing so good.”

“Mmm…” You manage to moan, eyes shutting as Gojo hits so deep, fingering your clit, you start to feel yourself rise, higher and higher.

“That’s it, baby girl. Want us to fuck you like our doll?” Gojo murmurs, you helplessly nod, and then Gojo is fucking into you, as Suguru fucks your mouth, in some insanely perfect fucking rythm.

You’re cumming on Gojo’s cock, moaning around Suguru’s cock, Gojo’s hands have your hips, Suguru’s delicately hold your face, as they fuck you, in sync, and you’re trembling, gushing all over Satoru’s length. He groans, fucking slower now, pressing up just so, hitting your cervix in such a way you physically couldn’t handle, screaming as you are cumming again.

“You feel so fucking good, cumming around this cock, little doll.” Gojo murmurs, gripping you so tight as he presses fully in, too deep.

“I think it’s my turn, Princess.” Suguru says softly, easing his cock out, your suction makes a loud pop. You’re covered in your own drool, nodding mindlessly, as they switch.

Now Gojo’s long cock is in your mouth, you revel and how good it tastes, as he holds your hair tight, and Suguru is sliding into your wet, ready cunt. You feel so full, so stretched, so utterly consumed by it, he’s thicker in you, even harder to handle, but he takes his time, easing you into it.

“Fuck she does feel good.” Suguru moans, smacking your ass gently, and Gojo hisses as you wrap your tongue around him.

“And her mouth feels so good.” Gojo groans out, blue eyes boring into you, as you taste your cum on his cock. “Taste how good you are?”

“Mnh…” You moan around him, and Satoru holds your face now.

“Relax that tight throat.” He orders, you do as he bids, as Suguru slides back in you, hitting you so hard you’re about to cum again.

“Relax this little cunt too. Fuck, she’s too tight.” Suguru groans out, gripping your waist tight, fingers digging into your ribs. You’re trembling, overwhelmed by these two men, and you love it.

You love being their plaything, their toy to use. They’re starting to not be as gentle now, Suguru is fucking you harder, your tits are bouncing with each thrust, and Satoru is fucking your throat, until you’re crying. Both of their big hands are all over your body, gripping, pulling, pushing. You’re a ragdoll in their hands, and it’s the most alive you’ve ever felt.

“Cum around my cock, Princess. Let me feel you.” Suguru says from behind you, and is if on command, he presses in hard, bottoming out, and you’re screaming around Satoru’s cock as you’re cumming, pulsing around his thickness, filling you so deliciously you can’t imagine not feeling this. “Oh fuck…”

You manage to cry out as Satoru eases back for a moment, letting you breathe, then you’re flipped on your back, and they’re both on you, Satoru’s kissing you, then Suguru’s kissing you. Then, they’re kissing, making you even hotter, watching the two lazily kiss for just a damn moment.

“Oh that's hot…” You murmur, watching them two kiss over you, then you’re kissing both of them, all three of your tongues playing together, their hands on both of your breasts.

“Ride Satoru, love, would you?” Suguru asks softly, and Satoru grins, laying on his back eagerly. You nervously straddle him, moaning as he slides into you, as Suguru is holding onto your throat, choking you gently, pushing up.

“Fuck you’re so pretty.” Satoru murmurs at you, grabbing your breasts as they bounce, you’re fucking up and down him, while Suguru is sliding his hand down your spine, you feel an obscene amount of pleasure.

“Going to hell…” You murmur, incoherent, and they both laugh, Suguru as he slides a finger up your ass, and Satoru as he’s grabbing your waist, shoving into you harder now.

“We all will, Princess.” Suguru murmurs, continuing to choke you as you ride Satoru’s huge cock, slippery and wet along him, shoving his finger deep in your tight little ass hole now.

“Mnh, Sugu…” You whisper, the pain thrilling you. He owns you, as you’re riding Satoru, so fucking pretty under you, long cock hitting deep, every thrust making Suguru’s hand tighten on your throat, as his finger shoves deeper in you.

“Do you like that Princess?” He murmurs, and you nod, helpless.

“Haven’t… done… unh…” He exhales, and presses you forward, to where you’re laying on Satoru now, and clinging to him. He’s kissing you, deeply, and you feel Suguru’s breath behind you.

Satoru grabs your face, kissing you deeply, and next thing you know Suguru’s licking your little hole above where Satoru’s fucking you, swirling in little circles on your un played with anal hole. You shiver at the sensation, Satoru slows, spreading your ass cheeks for him, as if they knew everything each other did.

Satoru’s eyes lock into yours. “Only if you want this, baby girl. Sugu can make it feel really good.” He whispers, and you nod, tentatively, Satoru moans then, rubbing your clit with his thumb. “Just relax baby.”

“Relax, Princess, promise I’ll only do what you can take.” Suguru whispers, hot breath against you, and you moan in response, arching your ass up. He’s flicking his tongue against that spot endlessly, then he’s pressing against you.

“Fuck!” You cry out, as he presses in, and you hiss at the pain, they both hold you, their hands soothing your body, Suguru kisses your shoulders, your back, Satoru’s kissing your mouth.

“Ease up, baby girl.” Satoru whispers, and you exhale, tears falling as Suguru presses in more, stretching you in the newest sensation.

“Are you okay Princess?” Suguru whispers, shoved his head in now, stretching your tight hole, as Satoru’s stretching your cunt, and it’s so much you feel like you’re falling off the fucking planet.

“Ngh…” You cry out, and Suguru gently moves, not to hurt you, stretching you with his thick cock, and Satoru presses up, studying you with those blue eyes.

“You can do it, baby girl. You can take us.” He encourages you, and you rock back and forth, Satoru’s cock sliding out, Suguru in further, and you scream, voice hoarse. Satoru’s hands are on your breasts, mouth sucking, and Suguru’s holding you tight from behind.

“Princess… fuck…” He groans in your ear. “I’ve never felt anything better than being in you.”

“Fucking same… so good.” Satoru groans out, and then they’re moving, relentless but careful, filling both your holes over and over.

“That’s it, Princess.” Suguru encourages you, and you’re cumming now, slick against Satoru’s cock, your muscles relaxing to take more of Suguru’s massive cock now, losing control, losing yourself.

“Sofuckinggood unh…” Your words jumble together, and you moan your release into Gojo’s sweet lips, as he drinks in your cries. Suguru is leaning forward, biting your neck and shoving deep in your ass now. You struggle to grip onto Satoru, like he’s your tether, as they both fuck into you.

“I wanna fuck her ass, Sugu.” Satoru murmurs, and Suguru laughs, pulling your head back to look at him.

“Maybe next time.” He says softly, shoving in all the way, and you cry out, ass clenching tight around him, making you both moan with the intensity.

“Selfish brats.” Satoru grumbles, and you giggle a bit, before he plays your clit again, and you’re cumming, riding Satoru and Suguru’s cocks, as they begin to tense, their touches harsher, strokes deeper, so much to handle.

“Fuck that.” Satoru groans, then eases out of you, Suguru does too, scowling over at Gojo now, he flips you to where you’re on his stomach, on your back, and then he’s got his cock pressed on your ass. “Hold these pretty legs up, Sugu.”

“You’re so annoying, Satoru.” Suguru grins though, holding your legs up and spitting on your ass, spreading it as lube. You tremble, feeling helpless, as Gojo holds you from under you, arching up into your ass now. You scream.

“Oh fuck… so fucking tight… jesus fuck…” Gojo moans, as his long cock stretches your aching asshole, and Suguru leans on you then, shoving his thick cock back in your pussy, and they’re both stretching you.

“Oh my god! Ah… fuck…” You cry out, hoarse, as now Suguru’s fucking your cunt, and Satoru’s fucking your ass. Satoru pulls your head to the side, biting your neck, wrapping his big arms around you, and Suguru has your thighs high, slamming into you, chocolate eyes staring into yours.

“You’re so beautiful.” Suguru whispers, you grip him tightly, hanging on for dear life as they fuck both your holes, in rythm, you cum so hard you can’t function, and soon you’re limp as a ragdoll.

“Our doll is tired.” Satoru says under you, biting your neck as your head lolls to the side, and Suguru holds your face, kissing you deeply.

“Does our doll want us to fill her holes?” Suguru groans out, and you’re nodding, eagerly. “Breed her?”

“Yes… yes… please fucking fill me.” You whisper, and they grab you so hard, smushing you between them, you can’t fucking breathe, all it was… was pure fucking ecstacy, as they each thicken in your holes. Gojo is going easy, Suguru is fucking so deep, you feel them both start to pulse.

“Cum again Princess.” Suguru urges, and Satoru is pulling your hair, Suguru is kissing you, you’re cumming around his thick cock, screaming into his mouth, clenching Satoru’s cock.

“Fuck…” They both bite out, and then Suguru’s cumming, hot seed painting your insides in thick ropes, as he kisses you, so deep. Then Satoru’s cumming in your ass hole, filling it insanely deep, and he yanks your head, moaning his release in your mouth.

You’re spent, shaking, both of their cum leaking from your holes, as you’re still pulsing, body done, unable to function. Then they’re both on either side of you, hugging you, kissing you, so sweetly. You fall into their embraces, letting them wipe your tears of pleasure and overstimulation away.

“You were amazing, Princess.” Suguru murmurs, and you tremble in his touch, as he wipes your tears.

“So amazing baby girl.” Satoru whispers, cuddling you from behind, caressing your face so gently.

“Are you okay love?” Suguru asks, and you realize how much they care, how worried they are for you.

“It was fucking amazing.” They chuckle at that, their arms are joined over you, holding all of you tightly. “I just… new things?”

“We can practice plenty.” Satoru says, and you giggle.

“So this will happen again?” You ask, and they both grin, kissing all over your face now, gentle little pecks.

“We would love it to happen, frequently. Wouldn’t we Sugu?” Gojo kisses your shoulder gently, leaving goosebumps.

“We would, if you want that.” Suguru whispers, and you nod, sighing, resting against them both, in a tangle of limbs.

“Oh fuck yes, please. I will be like the best assistant ever?” They both laugh at that, and then you all talk, as you’re all naked, wrapped together, and their cum and your pleasure is sliding out of you.

You’ve never felt better.

You have the best fucking job ever.

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NEVER LOVE AN ANCHOR ── dan heng x gn!reader x blade, former dan feng x gen!reader x yingxing, 2.4k

you dream of blood.

the golden ichor that seeps through the jagged cracks of an old, divine blade. the deep red that drips from your wounds as a cruel reminder of your mortality, an ever existing shadow that haunts you through all the ships you travel through.

you dream of love.

a golden hairpin that catches your eye while walking through the bustling streets of a marketplace. the red paint that smudges on a lover’s lips when you exchange kisses. strokes of black ink upon parchment, reading words more poetic than one can ever have the courage to say aloud.

it is dizzying, in the way all dreams are. you are sitting under the moon and sharing a drink with someone you consider your friend, family, lover, and the next you are driving your spear through his chest. there are no blades of grass on this ship, no grassy fields for you to hide in, and the tendrils that you feel swaying, rustling, in waves past your ankles, are the chains of the sins you bear as someone they call their beloved.

the crew of the astral express are a welcome distraction, kind and warm as they offer you their companionship in their own personal ways. you help march 7th pin up photos in her room, laughing as you reminisce over your past travels through silly selfies and scenic photos. you sit with himeko during breakfast over a cup of coffee (yours brewed by yourself rather than the gorgeous redhead, thank the aeons) and indulge in the peaceful silence, a sense of normality that the woman is more than happy to give you after all that you’ve been through. mr yang tells you stories of other universes, weaving the already existing threads of all the lives you’ve seen around you into something completely different yet the same— and sometimes you can’t help but wonder if he lived a different life before all this.

but no matter what, you always find your way back to dan heng.

though you have your own assigned room, the simple arrangement of a flat pillows and a blanket on the floor of the archives is as much of a home to you as it is to dan heng. you’ve spent many a night in his room, poring over texts and books with him, more often than not passing out on his lap or in his sleeping area.

( “they come as a pair,” march 7th once told the trailblazer when they asked about the two of you. “himeko said that arrived on this ship together. whatever they went through in the past, they made it through because they had each other. but that’s just what i think.” )

it’s true, in a sense. what would you have done without dan heng, travelling through all those ships that always met the same end? you wonder if you would’ve lasted long enough for himeko to find you and bring you to the astral express.

probably not.

dan heng feels responsible for you. he doesn’t say it, but it’s obvious. you once confessed your insecurities to him on a dark night, back when the two of you were still getting used to having a proper roof above your heads without fear of the ship getting attacked or waking up to security banging through the door.

( “what if they think i’m useless because i’m always clinging onto you?” you had asked him in a small, weak voice.

“…they don’t seem like those sort of people.”

“but what if?”

dan heng had looked at you, his expression tired and soft all at once as he sighed.

“then they’ll have a problem with me too.”

“why?”

“because,” he brushed his fingers over your gaunt cheekbones, worn from all that you’d been through. “i’m just like you. if something took you from my side, then i might as very well be useless to them.” )

there’s a known truth between the two of you, one that you never speak of; but you both know that it’s a fact. if you hadn’t been involved with dan heng — with him — you’d still be at home in the xianzhou alliance. you’d be blissfully oblivious to the convict on the loose, the exile who has returned home. you’d be living your life— a normal life.

but you aren't.

instead, you dream of him.

it should be impossible. bracers are not meant to be shared between a trio, and whatever gift you had been planning to share between the three of you was lost upon the exile. and yet, even without the ancient magic of the vidyadhara, he somehow manages to make his way into your dreams, haunting you like a ghost.

some nights, you dream of those arms that had always held you with such certainty, an impenetrable shield even when bloodied and battered. other nights, you dream of those hands driving a blade through dan heng’s heart, squeezing your throat until you take your last breath through a broken windpipe.

and every night, when you wake up from those dreams in dan heng’s arms, you feel that pain welling in your chest, settling for days as it finds comfort in its new home, made up of your aching lungs and your shattered heart. the days and nights blur together like this— haunted by a man still living and breathing, though not quite human, in the nighttime, and traversing through the worlds like a ghost searching for meaning in the daytime.

you don’t remember how it ended up like this. or do you? it all feels like a dream, all the details and images blurring together to be forgotten by morning. but it isn’t morning, and you can’t wake up from this reality. your head throbs. a concussion? who cares.

you can’t afford to let your guard down on this ship you once called home. you’re here for a reason, and though that reason is your top priority, you can’t afford to be caught either. the cloud knight that found you and dan heng — sushang — doesn’t seem to recognise either of you, and neither does the strange tradesman luocha, but you still can’t take any chances. panic blossoms in your gut, unsettling as you grip your weapon in your weak hands.

ah. that’s right. you’re fighting. reason grounds you with the fuzzy memory of your enemy standing before you— an ambush, because whatever forces are at work here clearly play just as dirty as the antimatter legion and that damned aeon they serve.

a fight you can’t lose, no matter how badly your head is throbbing right now, because you still have to find the others, have to save them from— from—

“ren,” your grip on your weapon loosens as the dust clears, revealing the man standing before you.

the enemy, your brain screams, though it can’t even make you move away. the word that slips through your lips is familiar, and yet not. your head hurts thinking of calling him by his true name, the name you called him before he turned into this.

blade, is what kafka called him.

ren, is what it means in your mother tongue, the language spoken in moonlit nights as the three of you sat under the stars, the silence broken only by a whisper of their names.

the name comes out as a quiet, pathetic croak, staring wide eyed at his figure. he’s frozen just as you are, his broken blade aimed straight at you with an arm that wavers just the slightest.

it’s like a domino effect; your walls crashing down the moment you see his mask slip for the smallest moment.

“yingxing!” your voice breaks as you call out to him again, almost desperately (it does not occur to you that you've let your memory slip, called out for a man long dead). your feet are moving from under you before you even realise it.

blade lunges forward, his sword drawn.

a desperate cry of your name wretches itself out of dan heng’s throat in a way that makes your heart ache, but it’s too late now. his warning comes only seconds after you’ve begun to run straight to danger, death, a threat to your life seemingly unseen to you as you surge forward like a blind lover, but you can see him.

the sharp angles of his face, the familiar bracer on his calloused hand, the searing heat of his vermilion eyes. he’s so close— close enough to kiss, close enough to kill, close enough to be reality rather than an illusion forged by a dream.

his blade is not what meets you. instead, it’s his hand. dan heng’s panicked screams is barely audible over your hammering heartbeat, your pulse quickening as blade’s calloused fingers wrap around your throat. he’s stronger than you — you would know even if he hasn’t been haunting your dreams all those years — and so he can easily snap you in half the second you’re in his clutches.

but then you’re pressed against him, back to his front. blade pulls you as close to him as humanly possible until you’re both flush, sharing the same, saccharine oxygen after years of breathing stale air through stone lungs. despite the sharp end of a sword held over your throat, you allow yourself to close your eyes, reveling in this single moment as if you’ve lived an eternity where the three of you had never once hurt each other. though he had an eternity without a single regard to how you’d hurt each other. in these stolen moments, you let yourself be stupid, oblivious, selfish, just to breathe properly for the first time in what feels like a millennium.

“let them go,” dan heng hisses, breaking you out of your reverie.

“no,” blade’s eyes narrow. there is no mocking in his expression, no sardonic smirk or cruel taunts. his walls are still up, none of that broken emotion that you’d only seen for a split moment when your eyes first met, but he lets himself drop the bravado. between the three of you, there is no such thing.

you whisper a soft cry of his name, making dan heng’s grip tighten on cloudpiercer as he moves to snatch you out of blade’s grip, but your former lover only growls.

“come any closer, and i’ll cut them.”

his voice is scratchy, worn like the calloused hands that are wrapped around your nape, squeezing almost painfully. a distant memory flashes in your mind, of these same calloused palms washing your back after a long day, cleaning the blood and grime.

these same hands could be stained with your blood, if he so wishes.

“you won’t,” dan heng hisses, and you hear something in him break like glass shattering on the floor. “you can’t.”

he sounds so sure of it, that this man will not slice that blade over your throat and take your life just as he had taken dan heng’s in so many eternities.

you’re reminded of the fact that no matter how many times the hourglass has turned over for dan heng, no matter how muddled his memories become, he once loved this man just as you did— once relished in his presence and touch as it lulled him back to sanity, masking the weight of all the sins the three of you had committed over the lifetimes your strings of fate had been entangled.

blade moves as if to cut your throat, to finally take the first life, the first step in the nth round of this cycle of violence, but his sword only manages to press down just the slightest against the skin of your neck before he stops himself. his hand — the one adorned by that damned bracer — shakes as he glares at dan heng with a look that can kill.

“fuck,” blade mutters under his breath. the word is not meant for you, but you hear anyway. blade pulls back from you roughly, and a barely audible whimper tears out of your throat when he suddenly pushes you forward and into dan heng’s arms.

dan heng’s eyes widen, clearly just as surprised as you when blade relinquishes his hold on you. he catches you with unsteady arms, trying to keep cloudpiercer levelled at blade as if the man will suddenly lunge forward and take him from you again.

blade stares at the two of you for a moment, watching as dan heng clutches you to his chest like you’ll disappear if he let go, as you hold a palm to your neck where the thinnest line of red bleeds through. his eyes narrow, and the only other indication of emotion in his face is the slightest downturn of his lips.

“i’ll be back,” blade says, and then there’s that cruel smile on his face again, a taunting glint in his eye as he looks at dan heng. “i’ve stolen your little eternity countless times before. what’s one more to the tally?”

dan heng growls, his grip tightening on cloudpiercer, “you damned—!”

but then blade’s already making his exit, leaping off the platform in a manner that gives you deja vu.

( a memory flashes in your mind, the image of him jumping off your balcony as jing yuan knocked on your bedroom door to make sure you were still asleep while dan feng dove under your bed for cover, a mundane moment of peace and carefreeness almost forgotten from where you had pushed it deep into crevices of your mind. )

i’ve stolen your little eternity countless times before. what’s one more to the tally?

after a breathless moment that seems to drag out for an eternity, dan heng’s arms finally uncurl from your frame, his eyes tracing your figure to make sure you’re unharmed. his eyes drag over the thin cut across your neck in an adagio, his breath hitching as he sees you bleeding the same colour of blade’s eyes.

“he didn’t kill me,” you breathe out. you don’t know why it’s only settling now. the relief is clear in your tone, but it’s obvious from the violent tremor of your hands that it’s only to mask your own uncertainty. "he didn't kill me."

dan heng is quiet. you’re too scared to look at him, at the expression on his face. you just stare at your shaking hands, and watch as he rests his palm over your own to soothe the tremors.

“he always had a soft spot for you,” dan heng whispers, something breaking in the tenor of his voice.

© trappolia 2024

[twisted-tales-of-all]

Just as the Kids Predicted

Summary: When the new student mentor catches first-grade teacher Mr. Yang’s eyes, he tries to keep his crush to a minimum. However, when they get too drunk at the annual holiday party and confess their feelings for him as he drives them home, he begins making moves, and a snowstorm during a staff-only workday helps them move things along even faster. Pairing: Yang Jeongin x afab!Reader Genre: fluff, smut, one-shot, collab Tropes: teacher!AU, forced proximity, mutual pining Word Count: 6k Contains: cursing, alcohol consumption, drunken confessions, snowstorm, pet names (babe, baby, love), lots of heavy kissing, sex in a classroom, unprotected sex, handjob, fingering, begging, teasing, praise, temperature play (cold room vs hot bodies), overwhelming orgasm (fem. receiving) A/N: Welcome all to Our first entry to the 16 Days of Smutmas! We hope you've all been enjoying everything so far and will enjoy this piece as well! Also, special thanks to @binniebeams for helping me figure out my banner<3

He never thought that simple things could affect his feelings, but seeing all the kids accepting you as the new mentor brought a smile to his face. Your general kindness to the staff and students alike warms his chest. Your offers of help never fail to cause the butterflies in his stomach to flutter. You affect him in ways the kids use as examples of true love, and he tries his hardest to keep things professional.

And he's done so well so far. Despite the strength of his crush, he breezes through the first four months of the school year without a slip-up. Even when you visit his class daily thanks to little Ethan acting up, he keeps his emotions in check. Even when his first-grade class begins shipping you two together and singing their little songs about your alleged relationship, and he sees you redden at the idea, he doesn't mention how cute you look.

"Morning, Mr. Yang!" Your joyful voice greeting him brings a smile to his face.

"When are you going to use my first name, Miss Y/N?" He teases you by calling you the same way the kids do.

"I'm sorry," You giggle out at his adorable fake irritation, continuing, "It's just a habit after working with the kids all the time."

"I'm starting to think you don't actually know my first name."

You puff your cheeks at his claim, jokingly upset that he'd even think that, but he stands there and waits for you to prove otherwise. To egg him on, you dramatically spin on your heel and walk away. Wondering if his assumption is correct, he follows, calling after you with an underlying disappointment in his voice.

"Oh, come on, Y/N! You didn't actually forget my name, did you?"

Stopping without warning, you turn around to confront him. Before you can speak, however, Jeongin runs into you, unable to stop his momentum quickly enough. You both turn red from embarrassment and stumble over apologies. In your apology, you address him using his first name, so he instantly feels butterflies in his stomach and stops talking.

"See, I didn't forget."

As the first bell rings, he bids you farewell for the time being. He walks over to his class with the joy of a little puppy thanks to the interaction. His class notices and tries to ask about it to distract from the tasks for the day, but he quickly brushes off their questions and starts the class.

Just before the first-grade classes go to lunch, Mr. Yang calls you over to help with a little boy throwing a tantrum. His whole class is so excited when you walk in that you have to scold them, but you look over and find their teacher staring at you as well, making you flustered. Bringing the boy to the far corner to talk, you hear giggles from other students as the teacher tries to remember where he left off. After calming down the boy, Mr. Yang sends them to lunch, leaving the two of you alone.

"Thank you for helping. He always responds better to you for some reason."

"No worries, it's just the job. I'm sorry that your kids get distracted when I come in."

He laughs and waves away your apology, explaining that kids will always be drawn to a new distraction rather than whatever they're learning at the time. Then, he asks whether you'd like to join him for lunch, assuming you don't get another call. You agree, walking with him to the staff lounge to grab your lunch. As you sit together to eat, the vice principal walks in and sees you, using the opportunity to talk to you both about upcoming events.

After reminding you of the schedule for parent conferences and holiday break, she brightens her tone to ask, "And you're both coming to the holiday party, right? It'll be so nice to get all the staff together to celebrate and let loose a little!"

You joke that you can't imagine certain staff members letting loose, even for a party, but you also confirm your planned attendance, "Not sure how long I'll stay, but I'll definitely show up. My car is out of commission right now until I can save up to fix it, so I have to figure out transport first."

Jeongin makes sure to take mental note of your situation before confirming that he'll be there whether he wants to or not, "The other first-grade teachers refuse to let me spend the holidays alone this year, so they'll bring a task force to drag me there if I don't show up."

"They'll drag you?!" Shocked that the teachers who act so nice to you would threaten violence against Jeongin, you can't hold back your reaction.

As the vice principal laughs and leaves the story for Jeongin to explain, she walks away wishing you well. Jeongin sighs at the thought of reliving the story but begins telling it regardless.

"I didn't show up to the holiday party last year. When they asked why, I made the mistake of saying that I've never had a good time at holiday parties before. Now, they're forcing me to join this one to break the cycle."

You can't help but laugh at him as he puts air quotes over the last few words and rolls his eyes after. You come to their defense, claiming, "Well, you don't know until you try. They're just trying to help you have a great time here - don't be too upset with them."

"Not you, too! I guess now I really have to go; even the new mentor is telling me to."

As the warning bell rings, you both finish up lunch. You're pleasantly surprised that you weren't called to a class for the full break, but right as you throw out your trash, you hear your name over the walkie. You respond before wishing Jeongin a good rest of his day.

Since conference week means shorter days for the kids, they get a bit hectic. So, you bounce around between classes all week, and Jeongin only sees you in passing or for a short time when his students act up. Although he can feel the empty feeling in his chest as he misses the small interactions between you, he pushes that feeling down and reminds himself that he'll see you at the holiday party tomorrow.

As the last day before vacation wraps up, you see him in the copy room, so you approach, "Hey, Jeongin, why are you working when vacation is starting?" 

"I have to make sure I have everything ready for when we get back to work. I don't like to leave it for the last minute."

"Oh, that's smart. Get it done now so you can forget about work and have fun tomorrow~!"

"That's my only other stressor. Then, I'll be able to enjoy my break."

Lightly hitting his shoulder for his lame joke brings a cheesy smile to his lips that makes your heart skip a beat. You try to stabilize yourself long enough to tell him that you'll see him tomorrow, but your words don't roll off of your tongue as well as usual. Despite your choppy sentence, Jeongin happily says he'll see you tomorrow, claiming that he's excited to spend some more time with you.

As you go home, you question his phrasing. As you wonder whether he meant the comment towards all of his coworkers or specifically you, Jeongin beats himself up for letting such an obvious flirt leave his lips when he thinks you only see him as a friendly coworker. As you both wrestle with yourself over the conversation, you both land at the same - completely incorrect - conclusion: "We're just friends."

Following this conclusion, you also decide to use alcohol to forget your feelings, and, with the party quickly approaching, it's the perfect opportunity. Drinks with good company always go well. You go to sleep with that idea in mind.

Meanwhile, Jeongin stares at his closet as time ticks by, wondering what the perfect casual party outfit would be. He puts together a few outfits before falling back to the first one he put together - a pair of khaki cargo pants with a simple white turtleneck and a long black coat. He readies the outfit and goes to sleep hoping for a good day.

As you both get ready for the party, you can't get each other off of your mind. Even when you remind yourself it's just a day to drink with friends, his face keeps popping up. Despite his constant reminders that you don't see him the same way, Jeongin can't help picturing how wonderful you'll look.

He arrives right on time to save his coworkers from wondering if he'll show. However, this doesn't save him from constantly checking the door when people arrive, eagerly awaiting your arrival. As he slowly sips from the cup of mystery juice that was shoved into his hands by a fellow teacher, he keeps himself within eyesight of the door at all times, but he didn't even need to.

When you arrive about an hour after the party starts, an eruption of voices welcomes you, "The newbie is here!" "Hi, Y/N!" "Oh Y/N, I'm so glad you're here!" "Ooh, look at Y/N! Who are you dressed all cute for?"

As you laugh off the comments, you curse yourself for choosing the fancier outfit. Despite both of them being similar to what everyone else wears, you should've known they like to tease new employees at get-togethers like this. As Jeongin sees you, he takes a massive gulp from his drink, hoping for the alcohol to keep him from thinking improper thoughts about you.

By the time you reach Jeongin in your circle of hellos, someone already handed you a drink. You take a sip as you approach him, only to find that they threw extra alcohol into your cup. You try to hide the wince from the feeling of drinking such a strong mix, knowing your colleagues will use your reaction to tease you.

"Hi, Y/N. Glad you made it. Did they make your drink too strong? I can go get you a new one, if you want."

"No, no. They want to test me. I saw it in their eyes. I'm not standing down." You tilt the cup towards him slightly as a mini toast before taking another swig and letting the liquid warm your body.

As he watches the effects of the drink flush over your face, he finds that the alcohol is enhancing his feelings for you rather than burying them, so he decides not to drink anymore for the night. This also leaves him the opportunity to be a designated driver for you, since you mention paying for a taxi to get here.

You two spend a lot of time together, with plenty of teasing about being 'the lovebirds' from your coworkers. They also make sure your cup never runs dry, so that they can see what happens when you get properly drunk. Since you know your limits and love playing competitive games, you pace yourself enough to slowly give them their satisfaction, but never fully.

As the party begins dying down, you mention that you should probably call yourself a ride home, but a handful of people get upset about you drunkenly getting into a stranger's car. Silently thanking everyone for giving him an easy way to jump in, Jeongin offers to drop you off at home, stressing that he hasn't had any alcohol in over two hours and that he'd feel better knowing you got home safely. Although you fight a bit at first, you eventually agree, accepting his offer and saying goodbye to the rest of the group.

Despite being mostly stable, Jeongin stays close to you, ready to catch you or offer himself as a crutch if you need one. He opens the passenger-side door and helps you get in, even buckling your seatbelt for you. He's so focused on your safety that he doesn't even register how close he gets to you, but you notice and feel the thumping in your chest quicken. As he walks around to the driver's side, you take a couple of deep breaths in a sad attempt to stabilize your emotions.

As he buckles up and turns on the car, you thank him again for his kindness and enter your address into his GPS.

"Don't even worry. I'd much rather be certain you're safe. I don't know what I'd done if something happened to you tonight. Oh! You live close to me! How convenient!"

You mess with the radio a bit, landing on what might be the only station that isn't playing Christmas music. Even though you don't usually listen to the sappy love songs they play, you've had more than enough holiday cheer today, so you'll take it. Mindlessly, Jeongin sings along with some of the songs, leaving you in awe of his hidden singing talents.

"Wow, I love your singing voice, too." You blurt out, the mix of alcohol and amazement dropping your filter before you can notice.

"Too?" He chuckles, "What else do you love to say it like that?"

With a hazy mind, you forget that you've chosen to hide your feelings and erupt into your confession, "Well, your regular voice, for starters. Your face - especially your smile. Hmm... the way you act with the kids. Oh, even your fun little teases at me. There's a lot to fall for, you know! That's not even scraping the surface."

As you finish, you look up to see that the car has stopped. Looking over at the man next to you, you find him staring wide-eyed and slack-jawed in your direction. Suddenly, it hits you that you just admitted your feelings so strongly, directly to your crush. Your hands fly up to cover your mouth, but you babble out some apologies for your ramblings, insisting that he can forget everything that you said if it makes things easier.

"You like me?" He asks, an excited tone held back for your confirmation. After you nod, he adds, "I've liked you for a while now! I can stop hiding my feelings now, right? Thank you, fate and alcohol, for this moment!"

As excited as the kids at school when the cafeteria gives them cookies, Jeongin pulls back onto the road to finish the trip to your house with a giddy smile. Although it takes a bit longer for you to register his words, his smile contagiously reaches your lips as you recognize that he reciprocates your feelings.

Arriving in front of your home, you hesitate to leave, but Jeongin quickly unbuckles and rushes to open the car door for you.

"You're so sweet, Mr. Yang." You tease him as you exit the car by using that name again.

He pouts, asking you to call him a better name, "Anything but what the kids call me. Please."

Holding your chin to think up a name, you decide to lean into the lovey-dovey angle, "Okay, Innie~. I'll call you cutely from now on, I promise!"

His cheeks flush at the nickname, and he stumbles over his next words, "Ah, thank you. So, uh... Y/N, shall we call this day one? Er, I mean - do you want to date - er... Can I be your boyfriend?"

Out of embarrassment, he looks off to the side, but you ask him to lean in closer to you so you can whisper something in his ear. When he gets close, you leave a kiss on his cheek and giggle as you make your way to the front door, "Is that a proper answer?"

As soon as you're inside, you start dancing happily around your home in excitement. Jeongin smiles brightly the whole drive home and similarly begins excitedly flailing around in the comfort of his house. You both feel childish for feeling so strongly about the start of a new relationship, but neither of you cares since the overwhelming joy feels so great. When Jeongin gets to bed, he faces a bout of insomnia that he hasn't had since childhood - he's so excited for what's to come that he can't fall asleep. Even though he still has nearly a full week before the staff prep day - and he can't even be sure that you'll be there, since you might not have anything to prepare as a mentor.

As young, blossoming love tends to do, Jeongin keeps you on his mind all week long. He can only hope he's taken over your mind in a similar fashion, as the smallest things remind him of you out of nowhere. All sorts of questions come to mind: Does Y/N like sweets? What music is her favorite? Does she have any phobias? Do they prefer calling or texting?

Suddenly, while preparing a smoothie that begs him to wonder about your favorite drinks, Jeongin's phone dings. It isn't his usual text tone, so he grows interested immediately and unlocks his phone to find a message on the school's app. Since vacation started, only messages marked as urgent ping him, so he's even more confused. However, he can't help but laugh as he opens the inbox to see your name. Your email immediately apologizes for surpassing his DND protocols, but it continues on about how you'd like to thank him for driving you home and not having another form of contact. You leave him your phone number, suggesting that texting will be more convenient. Since the work emails are monitored, you leave no indication of anything beyond a friendly coworker relationship, but Jeongin smirks as he finishes reading it. He quickly adds your number to his contacts, saving your name with a heart in the notes.

Thinking up a witty first message, Jeongin lands on referencing your drunken confession: Couldn't wait all week to find out more things that'll make you fall for me?

Within five minutes, he sees you reply, snarkily asking whether he wants to wait all week before talking to his new girlfriend. He has to admit, he might've gone crazy if he went all week thinking about you without being able to reach you. Now that the option is there, he's quite relieved. Especially as the text banter between you two shifts to include compliments and flirts. You lay on your bed, kicking your feet the whole time; His smile never fades as he leans into the phone so intently after every new message.

The day passes quicker as you occupy each other's time, and he nearly forgets to ask about the prep day. When you say that you need to sleep soon, he quickly asks: Oh, before you go, will you be using prep day? I wanted to know whether a beauty would grace my presence on Friday :P

You roll your eyes at his comment before explaining that you sadly do need to prepare more disciplinary notes and good behavior cards, so you will be there. His heartbeat speeds up when he reads it. Giddy at the idea of seeing you again without the kids around, he responds by expressing his happiness and wishing you a good night.

Although you text each other throughout the day, it isn't taking over your lives like yesterday's conversation. You both have plans, so the messages are slow and sporadic, but reading every message brings a smile to Jeongin's face, and his friends point it out quickly. Since they've been friends for over a decade, these friends know Jeongin's cues instantly, even though he initially tries denying their teasing claims that he's finally dating.

"Come on, Jeongin. There ain't no way you can hide that smile. Out with it; who is it?"

With a sigh, he gives in, "You remember how I told you that we got a new mentor for the kids?"

"Told you he liked her!"

"Oh, shut up. Let him talk! We finally got the baby dating, it's a big moment."

"Baby? Big moment? Come on, it's not that big of a deal. They confessed while drunk, and now we're together. That's all. Nothing big."

"Nothing big? Dude, if you got a runken confession, that means she was thinking of you a lot."

"Probably kept it hidden for a while, too."

Taken aback by his friends' thoughts, Jeongin flushes as he entertains the idea of you having a crush on him for a while. Maybe they're right; maybe you liked each other early on and kept hiding it from the other person.

"Mommy! Mommy, look! That's my teacher! Mr. Yang! Hi, Mr. Yang!"

Quickly greeting his student and their mother, Jeongin's mind drifts away from the thoughts of you for a moment, only for the student to bring you up.

"Where's Miss Y/N? Are you not together today?"

As his friends try to contain their laughter, he explains that you aren't always together, even at school. As the kid dives into how you're together whenever you can be, Jeongin stumbles over trying to explain. Luckily, the mother makes up an excuse to pull them away, apologetically waving to Jeongin as they leave. Once out of earshot, his friends let their laughter erupt.

"Dude, even the kids ship y'all! That's so crazy!"

The rest of the meet-up consists of catching up on everything, including a massive focus on the relationship. It wears him out, so he falls asleep almost immediately after lying down. When he wakes, he quickly pulls on a casual outfit fit for the freezing weather to prepare his class materials.

He arrives and greets a few coworkers on his way to the copy machines. Walking into the room, he sees you alone, with your back to the door. Passing you, he slides a hand into the small of your back. You tense up, not knowing who touched you, but you relax when you see his face next to you.

"Morning, Innie. Do you have a lot to prepare?" Although you keep your focus on the machine, you quickly turn on the cute tone and nickname for him, which warms his heart on this cold morning.

"Not too much. I finished most of it before break. Only a few more copies and some work in switching up the classroom decor. How about you, babe?"

You quickly look around to make sure nobody heard him before lightly hitting his shoulder, "Not at work! I don't want them to tease us yet! I don't have much left to do. I can help you organize your room if you'd like."

"You sure you don't want to head home? It'll probably be really cold in the room since the heater doesn't run over break, and I heard that it's supposed to snow today. You're okay driving in it?"

"Oh, don't worry. I don't really think it'll be much snow, and I've handled snow plenty of times before."

As you both finish up in the workroom, he grabs his papers and leads you to his classroom. The clouds in the sky look thicker and darker than earlier, but you don't pay it much mind. Instead, after checking your surroundings for listeners, you joke that his breath shows more since he's clearly the hotter of the two of you.

"I can make your breath show clearer if you want to try me." He rebuts, making your brain freeze at the thought.

He unlocks the room and holds the door open for you as the lightest bit of snow begins falling. He quickly runs through the plans for the change but looks at you and loses focus. Even all bundled up in the cold, you look so cute that he can't resist.

"Can I kiss you? You look so adorable."

After you nod, he holds your face in his hands and leans in to kiss you. Even though people talk about sparks, this feels nothing like that. Instead, it's warm, comforting, and welcoming. However, as it continues and you snake your hands around him, the kiss blends into an urge for more. By the time he pulls away, your body has heated up in anticipation, with your breath pooling thickly into the air as you try to pace it back to normal.

"Told you I could make it clearer." He snarkily jokes, trying to move his focus off of his urges to learn you fully and completely.

Suddenly, something thumps against the door, making you both jump and separate. Jeongin approaches the window to see the cause, finding a snowstorm brewing outside and a pile of snow against the door.

"Uh, Y/N, how long were we kissing?"

You look at the clock to find that its hands have jumped quite a bit, "Maybe 15 or 20 minutes? Why?"

You rush to the door to look outside, but you can't push it open. Your eyes widen as you look at your boyfriend, wondering what to do now.

"We're stuck."

"Fuck. I have some snacks and water, but I don't know how long the storm will last."

With the snow blocking the exit, the room grows colder due to the lack of insulation. You bring out your phone to check how long the storm is predicted to last.

"It's a dead zone. I saw it as a blessing since the kids can't play on their phones in class, but it's the opposite now. And wi-fi is shut off for the vacation to save money, so we just have to wait."

He begins pacing as you curl into yourself on one of the desks, trying to get as much warmth as you can. Noticing you shivering, he stops pacing to offer his coat. You decline, insisting he'll just get cold instead.

"Well, I can hold you instead, then. Is that okay?" He holds his arms open as he waits for your response.

Although you find it a bit embarrassing to accept so quickly, you pull him around you before you can offer a proper verbal response. Whether the urge for warmth or the desire to move forward with your boyfriend drives your quick acceptance is unclear, but the feeling of being in his arms warms you in both your body and soul.

"Thank you, Innie. This really helps."

You settle with your head on his chest, becoming acutely aware of his racing heartbeat. However, he's far too distracted by the fact that you pulled him in between your legs to think about that. A tent begins to form in his pants, and he thanks everything for you being far enough back on the desk that it only hits the material and not your thigh. His luck runs out quickly though, as you become uncomfortable leaning forward and scoot into a more comfortable position. Feeling the warmth hit your thigh, you quickly joke about it.

"You sure are warm there. Share it with me, why don't 'ya?"

Looking up, you watch his face quickly turn bright red at your comment, and you feel his member twitch at your words. Unsure of the meaning behind your words, he looks down and meets your eyes. The lust in your eyes is anything but subtle, and he catches it as soon as he looks.

"Is that really what you want? You want me to warm you up more? The hug isn't enough?" The more he speaks, the more he teases, but all he wants is to confirm your consent.

When you lock your lips with his, it shocks him, but it answers his questions well enough. He lets you lead as you snake your hands under his shirt, the sensation of your cold fingers melting in the warmth of his back egging him on more than either of you expected. He deepens the kiss by gripping your hips, massaging small circles into the soft flesh with his thumbs. Instinctively, you grind your hips, but he holds you still, not wanting to move past the make-out session yet. As you melt into each other, the snow outside has already settled, and the storm quieted. But you'd never know - not when you're both distracted, with the heat of your actions clouding up the window and obscuring the view outside into a blur of grey and white.

The blur of your bodies becomes harder to distinguish where one ends and the other starts as you reach into his pants and set him free. As the air hits him, he winces, but the warmth of your hand quickly combats the cold air. You stroke his length as you continue to kiss, feeling his breath catch in his throat before he breaks the kiss, his head falling back as the sensations of your handjob overwhelm him. Your lips fall to his exposed neck, making him melt further into your touch. As you feel his body slowly lower itself, you stop and tell him to get ahold of himself or lay on the desk himself. He quickly puts his dick back into his pants in response.

Eager to prove himself, he grabs your arms and places them around his shoulders before tapping your legs to get you to wrap them around his waist. He lifts you up and brings you to his desk - one more solid, bigger, and a bit taller. Although you expect him to place you on top of it, he stops a bit before it, letting you down to stand leaning against it. He places a quick peck on your lips before turning you around to lean over it. He kneels down, pulling your leggings down with him. With a hand around you to keep you from leaning too far forward, he uses his other hand to tease you through the thin fabric of your underwear. You cover your mouth to hide the sounds you find embarrassing, but it only makes Jeongin more eager to hear them. Moving your panties to the side, his fingers rub between your folds, using your slick to lube up his digits. Slowly, he inserts a finger, curling it up once it's fully inside. Your sounds become harder to hide as he hits the right places, egging him on. He pulls it out completely, adding another finger as he enters again. The stretch of your walls earns him a barely-muffled moan. He continues moving those two fingers, feeling your body react as you rock your hips against his hand.

Kissing the soft skin on your backside, he coos, "Does it feel good, baby? You just need my fingers to become a total mess?"

Unable to form a full sentence, you simply whine in protest, with one word leaving your lips, "More~."

"Y/N, that's not how we ask kindly. Let's use our words properly, now, love." He halts his motions to let you speak.

"Jeongin, I need more. Please, can you fuck me?" You beg, your breathing heavy in between your words.

"Since you asked so nicely."

Removing his fingers, he undoes his pants, pulling his pants and underwear down together. Holding himself at the base, he runs the tip between your folds, teasing you a bit more. You beg him to put it in, but he doesn't listen. Instead, he rubs his length in between your folds, coating himself in your juices. He ignores your whines and pleas, taking his time to make sure it'll feel good and as pain-free as possible for you both. Although you're truly glad he knows how to prepare properly, your lust wins out, begging and bucking your hips in an attempt to rush him along.

When he finally feels ready, a silence pairs itself with him lining himself up as you both hold your breath in anticipation. As his tip passes through your entrance, a light pain surges through your body as he stretches you out. He praises you as he continues, bottoming out after a while.

"Good job, babe. I'll wait like this. Tell me when you're ready for me to move. You take me so well. You're so warm and tight, hugging me so nicely."

"Jeongin, less talking, more moving." Your lust still finding its way out on top, you know you won't be satisfied until he moves; the pain will fade into the pleasure.

"Are you s-?"

You grind back against him, cutting his words short. Finally taking the hint, he pulls back and thrusts back into you roughly. With your walls tightening around him the whole time, he tries to focus on something other than the sensations so that the experience lasts longer for you both. His grunts fill the room first, louder than you expect. When your moans join, it brings a cocky smile to his lips and some extra determination. He moves faster, hitting all the right places without trying.

"Jeongin, yes!" Just like that babe~ keep going!" The words fall mindlessly from your mouth, encouraging him well as you near your climax.

"Are you close, Y/N? Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock."

The grit in his voice sends you over the edge, and your orgasm overtakes you so strongly that you nearly collapse. Your legs shake as the sensations ripple through you, somehow desperately forgetting how to hold up the rest of your body. Your vision goes white for a moment before returning to you as a blurry mess of color and motion. Noticing the strong reaction, your boyfriend stops his movements and holds you tightly to keep you steady and aware.

In a whisper to limit the toll on your senses, he coaxes you through it, "I'm right here, Y/N. You did so well, and now you can rest and relax. We can lie down for a bit to calm down, okay? Let me pull your pants up for you - there we go. Now, carefully, let's move back from the desk and lie down."

You don't even register when he removed himself from you. Usually, the emptiness strikes you as soon as someone pulls out, but your orgasm must've been too strong for you to notice. As your vision slowly refocuses, you notice that he's draped his coat over you as you lie there together. When you try to move it to cover you both, he gently stops you.

"Shh. Stay here like this for a bit, love. We have time, so you can take as much rest as you want. I'll be right here next to you."

"I wasn't getting up, Innie. I just wanted to share the coat-blanket with you."

"I'm warm enough. I just did a full workout, after all." He pets your head as he reassures you.

A thought pops into your mind that makes you sit up quickly despite your previous statement, "Did you get to finish?"

He shakes his head, "But it's okay. You seemed really overwhelmed, so I wanted to make sure you were okay. It felt really good; I don't need to finish when I had that good of a time."

Although you fight with him over it for a bit, he eventually convinces you to lie back down with him. You cuddle until you nearly fall asleep. To wake yourself back up, you get up to check the door. It's still difficult to open, but you manage to crack it open a bit. Jeongin brings you inside and slides through the opening, and you watch him shovel the snow out of the way with his hands. When he gets the door fully open, you greet him with a kiss before holding his ice-cold hands in yours, trying to warm them up for him.

"The kids will get a kick out of this story."

"Hell, I think they would've tried to plan this themselves if fate hadn't."

[luvyeni]

CONSEQUENCES OF A ONE NIGHT STAND. ( chapter. 14)

— CHAPTER FOURTEEN: telling the parents (fail) ...

— 𖦹 warnings?

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"jungwon , stop complaining." his mother rolled her eyes , sitting the food down on the table. "im just saying i can't believe i had to sleep on the air mattress." you laughed at your bestfriend , all these years later and he still whined to his parents.

"because she's pregnant jungwon , she can't sleep on the air mattress." you smiled cheekily , of course you could've slept on the air mattress , you planned on doing so , giving your bestfriend his bed back — you just wanted to piss him off. "my name isn't jake , he's the one that got her pregnant , not me."

"jungwon enough, eat your breakfast " you stuck your tongue out , your phone rang , you picked it up , reading the daily good morning text and check up from jake. you smiled , texting him back. "speaking of the devil." jungwon said. "look at that smile , for someone who claims they're just in it for the baby , you surely are cheesing hella hard." you rolled your eyes. "hush up , it was only a good morning text."

"i just can't believe you're with child , jakes none the less." jungwons mom fed you more food. "he is a wild one , i was surpised when wonie brung him home during spring break."

"well as long as he helps out with the baby , he's free to do whatever he wants , date whoever he wants." you said , something in the back of your head saying you didn't really mean that , but you pushed it down. "now that i think about it." jungwon started. "i don't think i've seen or heard him talk about another girl , for the month it's been all about you and the baby in the group chat , i almost kicked him out because of it."

"you're a professional hater , you know that right?" he smiled. "like it's a full time job."

"you're gonna tell your parents today right?" his mom spoke up , you sighed nodded. "how do you think they'll take it." you shrugged. "horrible if my predictions are correct." you never got along with your parents , being the oldest sibling , your parents always set the standards at a unreachable level , and would get mad when you would fail.

your younger sister on the other hand — being the baby and all , was treated with love and care , given everything she wanted , even if her grade were horrible. when she turned 18 for her graduation present wanted to travel to europe for a year with her friends , your parents funded the whole trip. when you were 18 you asked them to help you with your books for college , they said they were already paying for half your tuition and they couldn't do it.

when your sister said she didn't want to go to college like they pressured you into doing , but instead she wanted to be a youtuber , they bought her an entire set up that cost thousands of dollars , but when you asked could they help you with the down payment for your cafe , they refused , if it wasn't for jungwons parents you would've probably be in debt.

it's safe to say you've pretty much cut contact with them , and now you have a successful cafe , and they're still financially supporting your sister who is now an adult.

"well you are always welcomed here , that baby will always have a home here." you smiled , standing up to hug the woman who was more like your mother than your actually mother. "thank you , so much for that."

"we don't have to be at your parents house for dinner until 8 , so we have time." jungwon said. "wonie , how about you let ( name ) handle this on her own." mrs. yang spoke , washing the dishes. "what the hell am i supposed to do then?" he said. "uh spend time with your mother."

you grabbed his hand reassuringly. "she's right , i can do it on my own , spend time for your mom , it's not every day you visit her." he nodded. "if that's what you want bubs , then i guess i can stay here and wait , text karina and make sure sunoo is doing his job." you hugged him. "i'll be fine i swear."

after helping with the chores , you decides to finally suck it up and get dressed — thinking of multiple ways you could tell your parents , each resulting in them being horrible as the next. "where are my car keys?" you paced back and forth. "you mean the ones in your hand?" you looked down , sighing. "you don't have to do this alone." he said. "i do , i just need to get it over with." you slipped your shoes on.

"okay." you huffed , finally ready to leave. "i'm gonna go now." you took one of his sweaters. "make sure they aren't burning my store down." he reassured you , pushing you out the door "okay , okay go , you're late." he said. "good luck honey." mrs.yang yelled , you thanked her knowing you'll definitely need it.

after 25 minute drive to your house , and 15 wait outside your door , you finally worked up the courage to get out of the car , walking to the door , knocking on the door. you heard the old family dog barking , before silence , the unlocking of the locks nerve wracking , the door swinging open. "you're late."

you and your sister stared each other down. "you look fat." she turned , letting you walk into the house. "take your shoes off , the mother just cleaned." you complied , deciding not to argue. "i did live here at one point."

you bent down , petting the old dog , who jumped at your side. "hi girl , it's been a while." you let her lick your palm. "everyone is in the dining area."

you let out a inhale , exhaling before walking into the dining area. "next time call when you're gonna be late." your sister sat down , you could tell this was not gonna be easy. "me and jungwon got caught up." you sat down. "of course , you spend more time with that boy than you do your own family." your mom passed out the dishes.

"well im surprised you even noticed." you said. "are you talking back?" you shook your head. "no mother."

the dinner went by just as you suspected , your family saying sly comments about you and your life , and you praying to god to escape — almost calling it quits and leaving many times. "can we just stop beating around the bush." your sister said.

"it's been 4 years since you left , you've block everyone on social media , we have to hear from mrs.yang about you , so why are you here?" you guess it was time , sitting down your utensils , sighing. "well i came because i have something to tell you."

"is it about your business? because we've already told you we're not- i didn't come here because i need something , my god can you just listen for a second." you snapped , making them go silent , you huffed , before speaking.

"well." you gulped , i just wanted to tell you guys that , i am pregnant." you watched their eyes widen , before your mom sat her utensils down. "pregnant?" she questioned. "yes."

it was so silent , you thought that they could hear your heart beating out of your chest. "can't say im surprised." your mom said. "what does that mean?" you scoffed. "you've always been know to make stupid decisions." she said. "it was only a matter of time before you gotten yourself pregnant." "do you know the baby's daddy? is he your boyfriend? why isn't he here?" your sister spoke.

"of course i know him , and no jake isn't my boyfriend." you said. "you're having a baby with someone you're not even with." your sister shook her head. "so it was a mistake?" you were growing annoyed. "does that matter, the baby is coming regardless."

"you didn't think to get rid of it?" you scoffed at your mother. "are you serious right now?" you said. "i should've come here." you stood up. "what are you gonna do now?" your dad said. "gonna come crawling back to us for money , much like before with the cafe , you can't keep asking the yangs for money , they'll eventually get tired of you."

you scoffed , more liked laughed. "that's what you think?" you nodded. "my shop is doing way better." you said. "i didn't come here for money , i just came to check something." you said. "guess i was right." you walked out of the kitchen.

"i won't be back again." was all you said before you grabbed your shoes , walking out the house to your car. you climbed into the car , driving off , and you just kept driving , straight past the yangs house , you couldn't stay in your home town any longer.

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©️LUVYENI

[silviakundera]

Snowfall watch comments ep 9-10

Ep 9

Screenwriter knows what the people want, now we're making Vamp Daddy her teacher so we can get hot for mentor vibes too (rubs hands together) yeeeesssssssssssss

Every time nepo baby girl appears, it makes me temporarily root for Loser Li to escape loserdom. god lady..; it is just possible that he could be talking to a female for work or crime reasons JUST MAYBE. (not that it's her damn business if he was on a date. but still. ugh.)

The way he still feels beholden to defend her honor smh. Escape the Jin family clutches, bro. They don't own you.

The Mu family are all dying at 30 and somehow Vamp Daddy is gonna help them pass on their legacy, but tbh I don't follow how.

So Vamp Daddy breaks into Mu Lihua's place to night prowl around, touches her magic artifact thingabob, and it burns him or something idk

Vamp Daddy: "She could hurt me even though she didn't appear before me. If what Mr Mo said was true, I'm sure she didn't come in peace."

...I mean, I also do not think she came in peace, but you did in fact break in and touch her shit without permission. That is an actual thing that just happened.

Fake public breakup trope ✔

lmao the Mu family stole the Profound Yang stone?

WTF does Doctor Bestie actually want with nepo baby ? I feel like there has to be a reason he keeps coming back there.

LOL normally I can't stand her but I gotta admit it was amusing when she tried to explain the idea of caring about people to our mildly evil doctor and he's just like ⁉🤔⁉ 1 ➕ 5 ➖ 2 ➗ 4 = 🎂

Loser Li vs Mi Lan: on one hand, he's no longer underestimating her and doesn't even have a sister complex about her anymore. On the other hand, totally unhinged dude who is fueled by insecurity, self-hatred, and resentment. Which he is making everyone else's problem.

Becoming a vampire and eating that obnoxious nepo baby and her Jin family could fix him.

Or make him worse. ?

Army of guys in Vamp Daddy's mansion to welcome him home. Plus his gf in a cage. Not nice!

Loser Li furthering the gay agenda, "I'm more than just obsessed with you. I've literally devoted myself to you."

Ep 10

Haifong Army HQ, BDSM gay capital of China atm

Flirting between bars, etc et al

I'll say this for the baddies, they all now consider Mi Lan smart and an actual threat.

Mu Lihua is smoking. Literally and figuratively.

Vamp Daddy just taking out a squadren with himself and a sword 👌👌👌👌👌

Yayyyyy murder \o/

Love the squishy sound effects of his rampage

lmaoooooooooooo the Mu magic yang ring has him spinning like a bad powerpoint animated transition

Hannibal Lector face mask is a go

"Since he can't be killed, I'm sure he can't feel pain" ...um... I am not sure that makes any kind of sense at all.

"He said he'll cooperate." Loser Li just visibly came in his pants 😂😭

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Labor & Oxytocin

Kali: (bursts through the front doors of the hospital) And this is precisely why I told Blake that she needed to give birth back home, not in some overpriced hospital a continent away.

Ghira: Kali, dearest, please, control yourself.

Willow: Kali, it was the safest option. You said yourself that you had plenty of complications giving birth to Blake.

Kali: And now I'm realizing that over 36 hours of labor is worse than having a few complications. (to the nurse) Blake Belladonna. Where is she.

Willow: Thirty-six hours?!?!

Jaune: Uh, Mrs. Belladonna! What a surprise! Really, truly, a pure shock. Um, unfortunately, even though you are her mother, I'm not allowed to disclose-

Willow: (cuts him off) No! You are bringing us all to Blake's room this instant. (glyph beowulf suddenly appears next to her) Unless you want a pack of beowolves to scour the hospital and we can find her ourselves.

Jaune: (sweats) Yes, Ma'am! Right away, Ma'am! This way, Ma'am! (quickly leads the three to Blake's room)

Blake: (panting and in discomfort as Yang escorts her around the room) This is absolute hell...

Yang: (rubbing soothing circles on Blake's lower back) I know, babe. I know. (kisses Blake's head)

Doctor: Good news. You're only six centimeters away.

Blake: (groans)

-Door bursts open to a very protective mother panther-

Kali: Where's the doctor fucking up my baby girl's labor?!

Blake/Yang: Mom?!/Kali?!

Doctor: Excuse me, Ma'am, but you can't be in here-

Kali: Don't care. What have you done to help my baby girl get the baby out?

Doctor: We have tried everything from walking laps, squats, and bouncing on the labor ball.

Willow: What about oxytocin? Have you tried that?

Nurse: It's written in Ms. Belladonna's file that she's allergic to synthetic oxytocin.

Kali: .....(to Willow) Oxytocin?

Willow: Pleasure hormone.

Kali: They synthesize that? Why? Her wife is right there. (points at Yang before turning to the doctor) Are you seriously saying that you never considered natural stimulation to help my daughter???

Doctor: Erm.... Excuse me?

Nurse: I... think she's referring to pleasuring the patient....

Blake: The patient is right here and can hear you! (groans)

Kali: There's no mistake that the gods put the g-spot in the birth canal. What gets the baby in will get the baby out.

Ghira: (mortified) Good lord....

Doctor: That's highly unorthodox-

Yang: Wait, I can just play with Blake's clit until she dilates?!

Kali: With climax. Ladies always come first.

Yang: Damn right they do.

Willow: It allows the most oxytocin to get into the bloodstream.

Ghira: kill me now....

Blake: That's it! Everyone, out! That goes for you (points to doctor) you (points to nurse) and definitely you (points to Ghira). (turns to Kali and Willow) Respectfully, because I don't want you to... you know...

Kali: Already gone, dear. (kisses Blake and Yang's foreheads before leaving the room, hauling a flabbergasted Ghira with her)

Willow: Best of luck, dears. (strokes their cheeks affectionately) I'll call Weiss and tell her to get here as fast as she can. That baby is going to be here before you know it. (grabs the doctor by the coat collar and drags him out of the room)

Nurse: (follows dutifully, leaving Blake and Yang alone)

Blake: Yang...

Yang: Yes, babe?

Blake: You know the drill. And if this doesn't work, I'm going to kill you.

Yang: (gently lifts Blake up and brings her to the hospital bed) I happen to have a 100% mission success rate. I don't intend on marring that now!

Two hours later, the Xiao-Long/Belladonna family welcomed a beautiful baby into the world. Ghira was still suffering. Kali could not have been prouder. Willow and Weiss squealed with delight. Ruby rand spaztically around the room. Qrow and Raven agreed that the baby was so ugly it was adorable. It was a great day.

[kazoohaa]

Hello! May I request something platonic for Dan Heng:

What would it be like being his younger teen sibling, biologically? We know that Dan Heng isn't exactly expressive, but does that also include his younger sibling? If so, how does it affect the relationship?

𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. honkai star rail

— notes. i’ll be going with a sibling on the extroverted side of things, i think it’d be a good balance for dan heng’s more reserved personality !!

— details. [ written before patch 1.2 ] dan heng & gn sibling!reader.

dan heng had told you before, during the days that led up to the time that he finally made the decision to leave — he had told you many times that you didn’t have to follow him. following him would mean that you too would not be able to set foot in the place you grew up to see as home, and it meant that you’d get entangled in a mess of problems that weren’t yours to worry about; problems that were too heavy a burden that even dan heng was running away from it. problems that he could shield you from by being the only one to leave instead, which would mean that you’ll still have a chance to be offered a decent life if you choose to stay behind at the xianzhou luofu. but at your insistence, he finally relented and let you come along with him.

but now, he supposes, it might’ve actually been a good thing that you were so set on your decision. it gave him some sort of sense of security knowing that he could be able to look out for you himself rather than worrying if you’d be targeted if he just left you on your own back at the luofu. taking this path of escape surely wouldn’t be a smooth-sailing one, and the two of you had to change appearances and names, and move from place to place without a single solid one to settle down in. after all, you’d never know if the very thing dan heng was trying to run from would catch up again.

it was safer now, being with the astral express. there was a sense of stability that it brought you, knowing that this was a place you could stay and be treated like family by the other welcoming members.

in contrast to dan heng’s more reticent disposition, you were more relaxed and comfortable with carrying conversations with others, more open with things.

when you’re around people dan heng doesn’t trust or doesn’t know well enough — take sampo, for example, (sorry my guy) — you could notice that he’s a little bit more frigid than usual. it’s just that protective older sibling instinct, since he doesn’t want you to be getting yourself into any sort of trouble and that responsibility would fall onto him as your older brother — and you’re a teenager, too, so that sort of just raises the overall protectiveness. if he’s particularly inclined to ‘subtly’ stop the interaction, he’d cut in with some excuse like “i think it’s time for us to go back to the express to report back to mr. yang/miss himeko,” (a very frequently-used phrase from him, you realise. while you were no mind reader, as someone who’s known him for your whole life, seeing through his excuses definitely came easier to you than most.)

overall, your differing personalities seem to balance each other out in many ways. dan heng is the type of older sibling who would mostly let you explore as you like and do your own things without having to constantly watch you since he trusts that you’re responsible enough, but also doesn’t want to completely leave you alone in an unfamiliar area without him. he would prefer if he handles the combat himself — and if the situation gets to it, he will directly push you to the side and out of harm’s way so he could take the attack instead of you. he’s the type of sibling to occasionally buy random things for you that he thinks you’d like. for example, after finally resolving the belobog conflict and being allowed to walk through its streets without a bounty on all your heads, he would’ve definitely been ready to depart that planet and return to the express without further ado— ah, but on second thought... maybe after buying this book for you first.

[motivated-wolf-writing]

The bells tolled in the dreamscape, marking the time that never arrived. The sound went unheard by the vast crowd, ignorant of its cries, and by the passengers within the Astral Express watching the planet slowly turn smaller. The golden glow of the lights of Penacony was bright, a feature of the land of dreams, but now the glow had almost faded away, slowly consumed by the vast empty space beyond its borders.

“Admiring the view?” someone asked behind him and Sunday scoffed.

“Hardly,” Sunday said, not turning around. He heard Caelus hum, and he watched the Trailblazer through his reflection, tilting his head in curiosity.

“Was it not home for you?”

A land of dreams and the only place there where he called home was nothing but a nightmare where chains of duty and protection bound him to his cage. The door could lay open, taunting him to fly away like how his sister did, but his crippled wings could never take him to the sky. Even if he could fly away free, he could never leave and let his sister take his place.

“A cold cage like that could never be a home.”

Penacony was gone from his view and he did not miss it. The Astral Express kept moving, onwards to its next destination, towards the sea of stars where the unknown awaited them.

Sunday felt Caelus lean his head on his shoulder, heated breath too hot on his neck, but the Holovian remained unflinching. Hands wrapped around him, their skin only separated by clothes between them. Yet, Sunday remained steadfast. “What is a home then?” Caelus asked, his voice muffled but Sunday heard him.

What is a home? Sunday thought over the question in his head. “A home…” he said, and he felt Caelus perked up, “is a place where you are safe. It is a place where your family will welcome you back. It is a place where you can be at ease. It is a place where you are loved.”

“Like the Astral Express? Himeko and Mr. Yang are like my parents. I feel safe and relaxed here. And… you’re here.”

“So it would seem.”

“Is this a home for you then?”

Was it? His sister remained still at Penacony, and he was never to return. He was not safe, and he would never be for as long as the crimes he committed remained etched in history. At the same time…

“Yes, because the one I love is here.”

Sunday felt a gentle kiss on his cheek, and his resolute will crumbled. He turned around, breaking free from the warmth and comfort, and reached out to the saviour who broke his chains. His mouth met the lips of his lover, and he leaned into the action, letting his own hands rest upon the waist of the other. They broke away, a moment too soon, and Sunday longed for more.

Greed, yet another to add to the never-ending list of sins.

Caelus was breathing hard, each breath a reflection of the heartbeat Sunday felt beneath his touch.

“Another,” the Trailblazer ordered — demanded, and how was Sunday to resist such temptation when he had already struck a deal with the devil?

[dark-twist-fairytales]

"What does home look like to you?"

~~~

This question is asked to the ninjas that protect the city during an interview one day. Each one give a different response from each other, yet still connected together.

--Zane--

"What does home look like to you?"

"Home looks warm, filled the right amount of noise, bright and brash even on bad days. Home looks like a fire that won't diminish, even after a strong gust a wind, yet still has time to dull in the rain."

"Heh, sounds like you're describing someone more than a home."

"My home is Kai."

--Cole--

"What does home look like to you?"

"Ah.. Man, that's a tricky one.. Home used to look like my mom and dad dancing in the moonlight, but now.. Home looks bright and dull, soft and hard, firm and smooth. Home looks like my family now, I know that they're there for me. Home is knowing I'm alright with them. Home is knowing they're safe."

--Jay--

"What does home look like to you?"

"Simple answer: The ocean. Long answer: The beach with a metal detector on a slightly windy day. Hearing the waves, feeling the warmth.."

"Mr. Walker?"

"Home is my yang.. And will forever be my yang.."

--Kai--

"What does home look like to you?"

"... Laying it on thick, huh? Hah! Well, uh.."

"It's a simple question-"

"I know, I know.. Home doesn't look like anything. Home is multiple sounds at once. Home feels like so many things. Home looks like nothing, I can't imagine what 'home' looks like to me, because home isn't one set thing.. Home feels safe."

--Nya--

"What does home look like to you?"

"Like a messy workshop. Coffee cups, blueprints, gizmos and gadgets- All of it, a mess. That's home, plain and simple."

--Lloyd--

"What does home look like to you?"

"Home..? Home looks.. Welcoming. Home looks like a field, with dragons and family. No danger, no need for a fight or flight, it looks.. Settled."

[kdrama-movies-more]

놀아주는 여자 Web Novel Author: Park Soo-jung's Blog

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A: Visit to the Filming Set (2023)

"I visited the set of Playful Woman. I visited with the production company CEO and greeted the director and actors.

Because the weather was hot, we also sent a coffee truck to cheer them on. I went with Jun-soo and only Jun-soo took a certification photo…lol

The production company's PDs kindly guided me around the set so I was able to tour it all.

I didn't take any pictures because I was worried that someone might appear for an unreleased drama, but I looked around Ji-hwan's house, Go Yang-hee's office, Mi-ho's house, etc, and it was all so interesting.

I used to watch a lot of outdoor filming when I was a drama fan, but this is my first time on a set….

Ji-hwan's office and home really smell like a Romance male lead. Meow’s office was luxurious. Actually, seeing the appreciation plaque with Go Yang-hee's name on it was kind of amazing hahaha

(I will delete spoilers from below on haha)

On this day, Ji-hwan, Eun-ha, Dong-hee, and Il-young were on set.

Unfortunately, I guess Mi-ho and Hyun-woo actors didn't have any filming that day, and I was curious about Yena too...And the actor who played Miho's father is someone I like, so I was sad that I couldn't see him ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

First, I greeted the actors, watched them film, and got their autographs during the intermission after the scene ended.

First of all, our Eun-ha, Han Seon-hwa.

We happened to be filming a scene where Eunha was just throwing her heart out to Jihwan, and she was really pretty and good at it! He said it was amazing seeing the original author for the first time haha.

Before I met Uhm Tae-goo, I knew from entertainment shows that he was very shy, so I tried not to talk to him lol, but contrary to my expectations(?), he welcomed me very warmly.

When he signed it, he said, “I’m a lot smaller than you thought in the original…” (ㅠ_ㅠ) “No, you’re so cool!” I said that and I meant it lol.

He looks great on screen, but he's really cool in person.

I didn't get to tell you, but at the beginning of this year, I was actually wishing for Taegu Eom to have a huge success…

By the way, TMI but my husband's name is Uhm Tae-*, so Mr. Uhm Tae-goo is like no one else lol.

The next autograph is actor Yang Hyun-min, who plays the role of Jae-soo among the group.

Actually, the names and lineup of the characters are different from the original, lol. At first, I didn't know what their roles were. Sorry.

"But this author is a washout huh? I asked, and he was surprised and said, "The author is the best... How could I possibly say the author is a washout..."ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

I also got the autograph of DKZ Jaechan, who plays Donghee.

ㅋㅋㅋㅋ Among the writers I'm close with, there's someone who enjoyed Jae-chan's dramas, so I had to brag about it, so I looked for Jae-chan's autograph diligently, and he was resting on a chair that looked like a male protagonist (you'll know him if you watch it on TV). Actually, before this Junsu came back from the bathroom and said, "There are two really handsome guys in the bathroom." I found out that one of them was Jaechan. As expected of a professional idol, he was really pretty and handsome.

The last one is Il-young, actor Kim Hyun-jin, who I loved the most in the original work.

He's really handsome, of course, and his tall height and his face is… small. Lol.

Since there is a tall person in my family, most people don't think as tall, but found out that I am really tall… and later I looked up his profile and found out that I am 189cm tall.

Anyway, our Il-young is cool from the visual standpoint. He said he hasn't signed much yet and was wondering what to write as a comment, so I just said, "I love you", and he really did lol. Now that look, he even drew a heart.

Il-young should've just been mine… I made him get with Mi-ho for nothing (groaning)

I greeted you warmly and finished my visit to the filming set.

The production company gave me the script for episode 12 as a gift. My name is also printed beautifully on the cover :) I originally thought it was going to be 12 episodes, but they said it was going to be 16 episodes.

I hope the remaining filming goes well, and I also want to see you on TV soon."

.

B. Watching Episode 2 Live (2024)

"While Jun-soo and I were watching the 2nd episode, the food poisoning milk episode came up.

I had a feeling from the moment Eunha ran into the hospital- "Now the mothers will throw milk at Eun-ha and Ji-hwan will block it with his body XD"

"Of course Mom would know because Mom wrote it."

"No, no that's not something I wrote. It's an episode created by a drama writer."

"But how do you know?"

"Mom has a knack for romance lol"

But I wonder what happens when I close my eyes and count to ten. Will he handle the parents while counting to ten...

I'm curious so I'll watch next week too.

Let’s all watch together hehe"

[acr3ss-the-cosmos]

"Madam Yukong..." There is a polite smile that settles onto Welt's face as he comes to stand beside her, shifting his gaze to the starskiffs above as he settles. It has taken a little while to find her, though he is glad to now, enjoying the ambiance of the area. The gentle breeze in the air, the reverberations of engines in the air, the bustle of others around give the sense of hope to the Luofu. "It seems the recovery from the Stellaron crisis is well underway. I hope you have been faring just as well...?"

Inbox Call. @resolutepath

"Mr. Yang..." Yukong responded in kind, dipping her head to him in greeting. There had been a lull in the administrative meetings and stacks of documents left upon the Helm Master's desk, just enough for her to step outside and take a break on the terrace outside the Palace of Astrum to enjoy the calm, cool air, and Welt's visit was another welcome addition to this brief respite.

"As well as I can be given the circumstances. The revival of the Ambrosial Arbor has caused abominations to appear more frequently, but the Cloud Knights have made quick work in dispatching them before they can cause harm to our citizens."

Indigo hues set their gaze upon the starskiffs drifting through the sky, watching them as they pass overhead. Eyelids slowly closed as the tranquil breeze softly played with the Foxian's teal hair. In her old age, the Helm Master found very little reason to find enjoyment in the mundane, but even she found some peace in how the air gently traveled around her body. Opening her eyes again, Yukong placed her hands atop the terrace's marble parapet, gaze still joining Welt's in observing the cruising starskiffs. There was a subtle shift in that gaze as a thin veil of melancholy was cast over it, memories from several weeks ago pushing themselves to the forefront of Yukong's mind. A weary sigh left her lips.

"Tingyun would be happy with the progress we're making. There's no doubt in my mind that she would have been one of the first in line to aid in the reconstruction efforts." She couldn't help but give a small chuckle at the notion. It quickly died away, however, as her voice grew slightly softer, as if her next words were only for Welt's ears.

"I don't know whether she is alive or truly dead as our records declare, but if there's even an iota of a chance that she's still out there... I hope she comes home safe and sound."

[dasniichts-a]

"Well if it ain't Mr. Yang again~." How easily her voice mimics that accent. Hitting almost beat for beat the tone that a certain someone always took when speaking to him. As if the Stellaron Hunter too were excited to see him. As if his darling wife were welcoming him home. And not the face of a woman who looked like she could care less despite her intonation.

And just as quickly it's dropped, her fingers brushing hair behind her ear as she clicks her tongue. "Every time I see you I grow more and more curious. Some day you really will have to satiate my curiosity...would it help if I played so sweet~? I can be quite encouraging."

“You’re treading a very thin line of annoyance, Hunter.” 

He liked to think himself a patient man. A long life leading to some things learned, even if many of those lessons never stuck or seemed to be pushed aside for that ever-present reckless nature of his. “Mind your script or prepare yourself for a suffering that even Destiny’s Slave could have never foreseen.” 

It was honestly a miracle his name and ‘leader’ were ever spoken in the same sentence back in the day... 

[hanniebaeee]

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[pluviophiletta]

The precious of our story in October 𔓕

Dua bulan sejak jeda pencarian itu, aku masih memilih George. Aku masih setia menunggunya di waktu yang tepat untuk saling menyayangi. Aku menghabiskan masa penantian itu dengan memperbaiki diri agar menjadi kekasih yang pantas untuknya. George perlu waktu lama untuk meyakinkan dirinya siap menjalin hubungan kembali dan aku pun demikian.

Finally we meet again, my own heart. The day I've been waiting for arrives. Thanks for always choosing me, without hesitation to set your heart with my name. So that I can prove that I am truly the lighthouse that guides you. Who never let you get lost. Star in your heart. Because the stars will shine brighter in the night sky. So, here. I George Herbert Spencer. To take you Senorita Dyla Arletta. To be my wedded wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish 'till farewell do us part again. And hereto I pledge you my faithfulness in the next three days. I love you. 🖤

“Welcome home again, Mrs. Spencer. Ulzana mama. Sayangku.”

Sambutan dan Untaian manis George membuat penantianku terasa menyenangkan. Ia berbeda dari pertama kalinya kami menjalin hubungan. Ia benar-benar menjadi dirinya sendiri dalam bentuk sebaik-baiknya manusia. Semakin lama bersamanya aku semakin jatuh dan ingin berlama-lama didekapnya.

Kamu mau cerewetin aku, mau ngomelin aku, ngambekin aku, marah, manja, dan segala sisi kamu kamu yang ga ada orang yang bisa kamu perlihatkan. Aku siap menerima sambil senyum-senyum gemes. 🖤

Aku akhirnya mengerti, bagaimana rasanya dicintai dan mencintai sebesar ini. Bersama George tidak ada kata "sendirian" selama ada George, semuanya akan ditemani, baik itu suka dan duka. Aku dan George pernah merasakan sesaknya kesepian itu. Oleh karenanya, aku dan George memberikan seluruh kasih sayang satu sama lain. Kasih sayang begitu luas, namun memiliki George disisi ku lebih luas daripada kasih sayang. Karena George adalah sebaik baiknya bentuk kasih sayang yang menjelma menjadi lelaki hebat. Selama ada George aku sangat yakin dan percaya bahwa semuanya akan baik baik saja. Nestapaku, lukaku, tangisanku, senduku dan semua yang menyakitiku akan terhapus oleh kebahagiaan bersama George.

Tiga hari bersamanya sekilas cepat berlalu, namun kenangan yang aku genggam akan selamanya hidup dalam setiap langkah perjalananku. George akan aku kunci rapat rapat sebagai sosok yang mengagumkan, sosok yang aku cintai dengan hati yang penuh, dengan perasaan yang tulus dan dalam bentuk yang utuh. Ia tak akan lekang oleh waktu dan aku pun menjaga perasaanku hingga ditakdirkan untuk bertemu dengan George, lagi.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ˚ ⋆ . ° * ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𔘓𔓕

“George, you'll always be my first love. Not like the first person I liked or the one who took my breath away or my first kiss. But my first strong feeling. I knew from the moment I met you that my heart belongs to you. You got the best of me and I will never regret loving you.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ♡₊˚ Je T’aime ・₊✧

Sayangku, George

Aku tahu tidak mudah beriringan dengan seseorang yang keras kepala sepertiku, Aku tahu tidak mudah membersamai langkah seseorang yang sulit menerima perubahan dalam hidupnya sepertiku, Aku tahu tidak mudah memberi makan egoku yang kadang seringkali hampir merenggut kesabaranmu, Aku tahu tidak mudah mengajarkan aku caranya berdamai dengan keadaan yang seringkali tidak sesuai harapanku.

Sayang,

Dipertemukan Tuhan denganmu menjadi salah satu keberuntungan yang pernah terjadi dalam hidupku. Aku tidak pernah menyangka bahwa menerimamu dalam hidupku akan membuka banyak pintu bahagia. Banyak tantangan yang berhasil kita lewati. Banyak badai yang berhasil kita atasi. Aku selalu merasa baik-baik saja selama ada kamu di sisiku. Aku selalu merasa mampu melakukan semuanya selama ada kamu di sampingku.

ㅤㅤˇ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ₊ ⬦

₍ ✨ ₎

“Aku beruntung dipertemukan Tuhan dengan seseorang yang nyaris sempurna sepertimu, Aku beruntung dibersamai Tuhan dengan seseorang yang tak hanya menawan parasnya, tapi juga begitu baik hatinya. Aku bersyukur disatukan Tuhan dengan seseorang yang bisa menerima lebih dan kurangku, ternyata menerimamu dalam hidupku mendatangkan banyak kebahagiaan yang tak pernah kuduga, Ternyata mengizinkanmu masuk ke dalam hatiku seperti membawa penawar untuk segala jenis luka. Aku tidak pernah mengira bahwa dicintai olehmu akan membuatku merasa begitu berharga.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⁺ . ⋆ ˚ ⁺

[awrkive]

Congrats on hitting 1K soon :)

I have a request for a very very fluffly drabble for bts jimin with his little daughter and yn feeling all fuzzy seeing them together ☺️

pairing: husband!jimin x (fem)divorce lawyer!reader

word count: 1.2k (this is more than 1k ik i cannot shut up forgive me i will be sticking to my word in the next requests bless🙏🏼)

It was a hard day at work.

Mrs. Yang called you very early in the morning – 8:20 am, to be exact – when you were just waking up, sounding so angry about how his asshole of a husband still wouldn't sign the divorce papers she filed a month ago. When you came to your office at 9, she was there thirty minutes later, going off about how exhausted she had been, asking you exasperatedly about what she ought to do. You talked to her about it, strategized, and when you mentioned if she wanted to take the matter to court, she broke down.

It was arranged, she said. Then they had a baby together five months in their marriage. The life with the new family formed was blissful in the earlier parts, but it became sour eventually. Her husband started disguising his absence as business trips, not until she finally found out he had a mistress. It was the reason why she had filed for the divorce in the first place, but her husband wouldn't budge. Because of their kid that he admittedly loved a lot. It was what Mrs. Yang had been torn over about. It was why she came to you only asking for legal advices for the week she'd hired you now – because she still wasn't sure if she wanted to fight him legally. She hated her husband, but he loved their kid, and the kid was grown enough to have formed a strong bond with his father and she didn't want to jeopardize that. So it was hard to go to a legal dispute when their child would be caught in the middle.

You were used to the ugly parts of your job as a divorce lawyer. You were used to fucked up marriage stories. You were used to fucked up couples. You were used to asshole husbands and asshole wives, you were used to sad stories. You were used to the broken ones.

But it didn't make it less draining when your day ended and you knew you had to go look over their paperworks again so you could help those people. You were so very, sadly, used to it. But it didn't make it less sad to think about how not every couple was successful. It didn't make it less upsetting that people didn't take marriage seriously.

[8:15pm] jimin💗: got off work early. made the little princess her favorite carrot puree. also cooked u alfredo pasta, u don't want it to get cold so come home quickly

[8:15pm] jimin💗: I missed you

[8:20pm] jimin💗: drive safely love. i love you

[8:23pm] jimin💗: the little duckling is now screaming

He sent you a video of your baby girl, Hani, with carrot puree all over her mouth, in her walker, little fists flailing around and shrieks and her adorable, occasional "Maaaa"s filling the speakers of your phone. In the background, you can also hear your husband laughing, cooing at your daughter.

You got the messages after you just pulled over to your garage. They made you smile, your deflated mood from earlier slowly picking up.

Going home was always the best part of your day.

It almost felt cathartic entering your front door, and you almost did fall to your knees at the faint sound of your daughter's babbles and Jimin's laughter.

"I'm home!" You said a little loud. Just like you always did. It was kind of like a routine. Something that you said reflexively as you return home, as if it was just nature.

And your heart felt strong waves of emotions when your daughter's excited screech welcomed you, with Jimin carrying her to his hip, huge grin plastered all over his face as he saw the sight of you after such a long day.

"Hello, baby," you cooed when you neared her. She mirrored the gleeful expression of his father, cute teeth and gums showing.

"Maaaaa!" You giggled, wanting to just squeeze her in your arms and squish her cheeks. But you resisted the urge to do so, not having cleaned yourself yet and sanitized your hands.

"Hi, gorgeous." Jimin greeted, holding your daughter in one arm so he could wrap the other around your waist and leaned down to kiss your cheek.

"Ditto, handsome." You were just about to kiss him on the lips when you felt slobbery, smooth skin on your other cheek.

And it was none other but your daughter. She leaned back and giggled in her hand, quite mischievously, like she got away with something.

"Oh my, you got a little kiss for mommy?" you exclaimed animatedly, widening your eyes. Hani giggled and then turned herself to hide in her father's neck, who only laughed at your daughter's antics.

"Daaaaa," she said, earning a laugh from both Jimin and you.

"She's been so excited to see you," Jimin informed you, pressing a soft kiss on the top of Hani's head and removing his arm off of you to keep it on your baby's back. You melt a little at the sight.

"I know, I saw the video," you laughed, remembering her cute tantrum.

"She's adorable. Hey, I just heated the pasta. Get yourself out of your work clothes first. I'll get this duckling to sleep." Jimin said.

"Buuuuu," Hani babbled.

That got you laughing again.

"She doesn't like it when you call her duckling." You told Jimin. But he just shook his head.

"Nah, it's her favorite nickname. Right, duckling?" Hani lifted her chubby arm to her father's face and pulled on his cheek. Jimin laughed and took her little fist, giggling because he knew your baby didn't like that but it sounded adorable and he said it was a perfect nickname for your daughter.

You shook your head again, watching them. But you had on a fond smile on your face.

"I'll just shower and then I'll eat and help you with getting her to bed," You dropped your mouth on Hani's temple and she let out an adorable sound again. It made you smile harder. "I love you, baby girl. And you too," you looked at Jimin who was already leaning down for a kiss again. You gave it to him in an instant.

As you walked towards your room, you couldn't help but turn to your husband and daughter again, watching them for a little while while they had their backs on you and Jimin was singing a new nursery song they were learning together and Hani trying to imitate the sounds coming out of her father's mouth. Jimin laughed and then told her she was the best singer he'd ever heard, and as if she knew what he meant, she let out a happy shriek in response.

You could've burst in happy tears right at that moment.

In your career where you were used to broken relationships, you were glad you could go to a home that was not only a four-corner space that you happened to reside in, but a place where your heart truly is. A place where you had a husband who was caring and loving, good at communicating, the best partner you could ever ask for, someone who took your marriage seriously. Someone who loved you so much and put such big importance on your little family.

You were so relieved to have a shrieking Hani to welcome you home. A husband who kissed you home. A place surrounded by love and healthy relationships.

It was a hard day at work. But you were glad to come home at the end of your evey day.