#and you mentally sit back and let it play out?

[wcnderlnds]

bae bae | choi su-bong (thanos)

・❥・ summary: after a night out at club pentagon you end up in bed with your friend who has zero shame ・❥・word count: 1.6k ・❥・warnings: 18+. mdni. oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, thanos is rough. swearing. mentions of drugs, female reader. ・❥・ authors note: ... this is pure filth, im so sorry. also this is pre-squid game <3 i also havent added my taglist in case people dont want to be tagged in smut but if you do let me know!!

The whole night had been a blur. How you’d ended up back in your own bed you had no idea but thankfully you’d made it home safe. The music from Club Pentagon still echoed through your ears like an anthem constantly playing in your head. You opened your eyes, your hands coming up to rub them with the palm of your hands. What time was it? You leaned over, grabbing your phone off the bedside table to see it was 3am. With a groan, you buried your head back into the safety of your pillow making a mental note to yourself to never drink so much again. All you could remember was that it had been a rough day, so bad that your friend Su-bong had decided a night out at his favourite club was the perfect remedy. So much for listening to him. That was on you, really. None of his ideas were ever good. They mostly consisted of drowning feelings in alcohol or taking one of his colourful little pills to forget what was going on.

As your thoughts drifted to him, a quiet groan filled the room causing you to perk up. It was coming from next to you so you just had to assume it was Thanos making noises in his sleep. He did that often – his nightmares coming frequently. If he was next to you that meant he had been the one to bring you home. A big thank you was in order for him in the morning when you could handle being awake. If your pounding head was anything to go by, you were going to have one hell of a hangover. Your eyes closed once again as you tried to drift back off to sleep. Just as you were on the verge of falling asleep, you heard a grunt.

Okay, what was going on here?

You turned around, sitting up slightly as you took in the scene before you. Yeah, there Thanos was. Everything seemed normal until you saw his chest rising and falling rapidly, movement under the blankets catching your eye. Your brows furrowed. This man wasn’t doing what you thought he was doing in your bed, was he? Only one way to find out.

Maybe it was your hungover mind but the thought of what you might find excited you. The way he was biting his lower lip to keep quiet only fueling your intrusive thoughts. Your fingers grasped the blanket, pulling it off. Well, you were right.

There he was, hand wrapped around his cock as he jerked himself off. Your eyes fixated on his hand that began speeding up, his hips bucking off the bed for more friction. Oh, he was really into this. How had he not realised you’d caught him? Part of you wanted to watch him finish, the throbbing between your legs thinking for you more than your brain. You hadn’t even realised how into this you were until you caught yourself slipping. There had been moments in the past where the two of you had almost hooked up but it had never gone past making out. Something always got in the way whether it was his friend Nam-gyu interrupting or his need to take another pill – it never led anywhere.

You cleared your throat deciding it was better to let him know you’d caught him than let him carry on. His eyes flew open, his hand still as he looked at you. He wasn’t embarrassed – you were certain he didn’t even know that emotion. He just looked at you expectantly, pushing himself to sit up slightly, his erection still standing for the world to see. 

“What?” He asked unbothered, annoyed even that you’d stopped him.

“I just caught you jerking yourself off and you don’t care?” You blinked at him. This was Thanos, of course he didn’t care. He had no shame.

“Why the fuck would I? Now, you gonna let me finish or help me out here.” He gestured towards his cock, his hand slowly stroking himself again.

As you watched, you couldn’t help but be transfixed. He knew what he was doing and it was working. The cogs in your brain were working overtime as you fought with helping him or ignoring him and letting take care of himself. He could see it, the smirk on his face making him look even more attractive. ‘Fuck it’, you thought. 

“Fine, you’ll owe me one, though.”

“No problem, Senorita. Now get those pretty lips wrapped around my dick.”

You didn’t have time to react before his hand came up to your head, pushing you down towards his hardened length. Your tongue darted out, teasing the head but he wasn’t having it. He was too horny for teasing. He needed to have his cock stuffed down your throat or he was going to go insane. So, without warning, he pushed your head down onto him. It took you by surprise, almost choking but you steadied yourself, hands gripping his hips as you finally found a rhythm. Your lips moved up and down his length, tongue flattening out against the underside of his cock.

“Mhmm, just like that, pretty girl,” he rasped in that deep voice of his, his fingers tangling in your hair pushing you down onto him. You felt him hit the back of your throat almost gagging on him before he pulled you back up. “You’re doing so good.”

The praise was turning you on more than you’d like to admit. Your lips wrapped around him again, taking him as deep as you could without choking but it wasn’t enough. His hips bucked up into your mouth, his hand firmly tangled in your hair. You decided to give up and let him have his way. He felt your mouth slacken, the feral grin on his face letting you know he was more than willing to fuck your mouth stupid.

His grunts and groans filled the room as he thrust up into your mouth at a rapid pace. You could feel his cock twitching each time he hit the back of your throat. Tears sprang at the corner of your eyes as you gagged on him, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth. “Fuck, I’m so fuckin’ close.”

Just as you were sure he was about to finish, he yanked your head off him, pushing you back down onto the bed. In a frenzy, he pushed the skirt up you were wearing, pulling your panties to the side. He slid his index finger along your pussy, almost groaning at how wet you were when he hadn’t even done anything. You were so damn desperate, he loved every second of it. “Wanna come inside this sweet, little pussy. You gonna let me, baby?”

He dragged his cock along your folds coating himself in your slickness and that was game over for you. Frantically, you nodded your head. That was all he needed. He pushed himself inside you in one deep thrust. The loud moan you let out surprised you, Thanos’s eyes almost rolling to the back of his head at the feeling of finally being inside you after all this time. No interruptions, no need for a high. This was the only high he needed. He’d been missing out. He pushed your legs up and over his shoulders, pulling his cock almost all the way out and thrusting inside once again. His pace was anything but gentle, the tight grip he had on your hips sure to leave bruises. Your hands gripped the bedsheets below you as he pounded into you. There was no way you were going to last long if he kept this up but then again neither was he. You could tell with the way his eyebrows scrunched up that he was holding back. At least he wasn’t selfish in the bedroom.

“Su-bong,” you moaned, back arching as you felt your orgasm fast approaching. The moaning of his name was almost his undoing.

“Yeah? You like that, huh? Like being fucked stupid by your best friend?” He panted, the sound of his hips slapping against yours echoing off the walls of the small room. The bed occasionally banging against the wall with the intensity of his thrusts. Your neighbours were definitely going to have something to say about it in the morning. “Come for me. Wanna feel you squeezin’ the life outta me.”

One particular hard thrust and that was it. A loud, almost pornographic moan fell from your lips as you saw stars. Your fingers pulled at the sheets, legs quivering as your orgasm washed over you. Thanos didn’t let up his pace, his eyes drawn to where your bodies were joined as he fucked into you. The feeling of your walls squeezing around his cock bringing him closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck, fuck. Gonna come. Gonna fill you up real good.”

It took one, two more thrusts when he stilled inside you, his cock twitching as he came harder than he had in his life. He was sure he saw the whole damn universe, throwing his head back as he groaned. His hips shallowly thrust into you, pulling out once he’d finished. Did he clean you up? Nah. He flopped back down next to you, grabbing his vape off the bedside.

“We should’ve done that a long time ago,” he chuckled, taking a puff. He handed it over to you, his lazy eyes meeting yours. “Do I still owe you one?”

You took a hit of the vape, nodding your head as you passed it back to him. “Oh, hell yeah you do. Not getting out of it that easily.”

“Was hoping you’d say that,” he winked at you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and bringing you into his side. It wasn’t cuddling but it was something to show you his appreciation. Better than nothing.

[allisluv]

ok but like if we’re in an angsty mood tdy (i always am) what about finnick coming back from a long trip to the capitol?

barefoot on the sand.

pairing: finnick o'dair x fem!reader

content warnings: finnick's forced prostitution and canon trauma. finnick has bruises (hickeys) and scratches from his "clients", pre-established relationship, not edited, let me know if you'd like me too add anything else!

word count: 1.1k

Finnick has had a long week.

He has spent the last seven days putting on a front and being tugged from one Capitol elite to the next, only to be treated like a toy and then discarded to one side when they milk him dry of all that he can give.

His neck is littered in varying shades of black and blue hickies, while his back is marked with the indentations of sharp finger nails that were raking up and down his skin. His muscles scream and protest with every movement he makes, and he’s relieved for the ice pack that one of the familiar Avoxes hands him when he boards the train back to District Four.

The journey home always seems to pass quickly. Maybe it’s because he dissosciates for half of it, or maybe it’s because he’s half-asleep. Either way, he’s glad when he gets off at the train station and feels the warm summer breeze fan against his face.

Its a relief to be home once again and he slips his feet out of his sandals to walk barefoot along the sand as he takes the shortcut to Victor’s Village. The faint smell of sea salt and the sound of waves lapping against the shore are enough to keep him grounded.

Your shared house comes into view and the building radiates warmth, even from outside. There’s a warm, cosy aura about it, one that he assosciates with both you and home, despite both of those things being one in his eyes.

He leaves his sandals on the balcony and slips through the back door. He makes a mental note to lovingly scold you for leaving it open but that thought is knocked right out of his head upon seeing you in the living room.

Like a cat, you have curled up in a ball on the sofa. A pair of cheap knock-off reading glasses perch on the bridge of your nose as you cradle a book in your hands, eyes narrowed in concentration. His favourite rom-com movie is playing on the television that hangs from the wall, and he knows that you must have gotten his fax about coming home from the Capitol.

As if you can sense his presence, you look up from your book and set it on the coffee table without bothering to mark your page. You offer him a smile and tilt your head, extending the invitation for him to sit with you, but without any pressure or expectations tied to it.

You know that sometimes Finnick will have an aversion to touch after being in the Capitol and you know that other times, he’ll crave your touch as a way to remind himself that he’s home, and he’s safe.

Finnick’s bottom lips trembles, and the floodgates open in what must be a record amount of time. He sinks down onto the couch next to you before crawling into your lap and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

You welcome him with open arms, and comb your fingers through his golden curls as he sobs into your skin. You don’t shush him, or try to stop his crying, or tell him to ‘act like a man’; you simply hold him as he cries.

Combing your fingers through his golden curls, you scratch at his scalp in the way that you know makes him relax. Just as expected, he melts into your embrace, and you press a soft kiss to the top of his head.

It takes a while for his breathing to even out, and when it does, you ask, “Are you hurt?” Finnick hesitates, and that’s all the answer you need. “Okay.” You mumble. “Can I see?”

Again, he hesitates, but you press a reassuring kiss to his forehead, and he nods before sitting up. He pulls his shirt over his head and you swallow around the lump in your throat when you see the hickeys and scratches on his golden skin.

You push your fury down and smooth his hair out of his face. “I’m just gonna go get some things to clean you up. Is that okay?”

Finnick nods his head once, and reluctantly untangles his limbs from yours. His eyes flutter shut when you cup his face in your hands and kiss the tip of his nose. You must be gone for a minute at the most, and when you return with the first aid kit, he knows you must have had it out ready and waiting on the kitchen table for his arrival.

You sit on the sofa beside him and gently tend to his wounds, explaining what you’re doing every step of the way so that he doesn’t get overwhelmed, and showering him in words of praise to help him feel safe.

Once the gels have been applied to the bruised skin of his neck and you’ve wiped all of his injuries down with an antiseptic wipe, you close the first aid-kit and help him back into his shirt.

“Thank you,” Finnick croaks out, voice cracked and hoarse from crying. “For everything.”

Your heart cracks open in your chest at his murmur of thanks, and you reach out to run the pad of your thumb over his cheekbone. He leans into your touch. “Don’t thank me okay? That’s what I’m here for, baby.”

You settle back on the sofa and beckon him into your arms, letting him rest his head in your lap as you go back to smoothing your fingers through his hair. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He shakes his head vehmently.

You soothe him with a kiss to his forehead. “That’s okay. How about snacks?” Finnick perks up at the mention of food, and you bite back a smile. “I got all your favourites; candyfloss, salted chips, dark chocolate…” You coax.

Finnick looks up at you through his long lashes and brings your knuckles to his mouth. He presses a kiss to the skin there, a silent way of telling you that he loves you. “Popcorn?” You can’t supress your laughter this time around, and you nod. “I suppose you could twist my arm,” he mumbles in to your skin.

You reach around the arm of the sofa to grab the bag of pre-prepared goodies, and Finnick whines at the loss of contact. You shush him quietly. “‘M still here. ‘M not going anywhere, baby. I’m just getting our snacks, alright?” You empty the bag of treats into your laps. “See?”

Finnick grabs a bag of popcorn and tears into it, snapping pieces of dark chocolate and throwing it into the bag, too. He munches on his snacks, occasionally offering you the bag and letting you pick at the food. “I love you, angel.” He says between mouthfuls.

You smile softly and lean in to peck his forehead. “I love you more.”

[hsnlv]

strawberry lemonade | s.jy

pairing: bestfriend!jake x reader

teaser: “have a pack?” you ask, cocking your eyebrow at him. jake is confused, utterly. a pack of what, exactly? but the question in his head is quickly answered by you. “cigarettes.”

warnings/others: suggestive!!!!, mentions of smoking and vaping (and the actual action of doing it too lol), smoker!jake agenda (?) somehow…

wc: 1.3k

a/n: pls enjoy this hello?? my chest feels so warm (not in a cute way) when i wrote lmfao!! comments are reblogs are highly appreciated! anyways, happy reading lovelies🎀 here’s my masterlist!

"this movie is shit," you groan, letting your head fall back against the leather couch in jake's living room.

you don't know what's worse-the absolute trainwreck of a film playing on the screen or the fact that you and jake's science project is an utter failure. either way, both are enough to drive you insane.

beside you, jake chuckles softly, the sound sending a flicker of irritation through your already sour mood.

“have a pack?” you ask, cocking your eyebrow at him. jake is confused, utterly. a pack of what, exactly? but the question in his head is quickly answered by you.

“cigarettes.” you reply with a well-no-duh tone, as if that’s the most obvious thing in the world to ask about. but jake’s confusion turns deeper when he heard you.

"you smoke?" he asks, head tilting just slightly.

oh, fuck. why is that hot?

everyone tilts their head when they're confused, but jake? it's different. there's something about the way his sharp features soften just a little, the way his glasses slide down his nose ever so slightly, the way his dark eyes fix on you with pure curiosity-it's almost infuriating how attractive he is.

you've always thought so. al-fucking-ways! the feelings you have for him-buried under layers of playful teasing and feigned indifference-have been there for as long as you can remember. and seeing him now, with that confused yet intrigued expression on his face, does nothing to help the situation.

"yeah, sometimes," you say, shrugging like it's nothing. "only when i really need it."

jake swallows, and you don't miss the way his throat bobs. his mind is running wild, you can tell. maybe it's the contrast of it-you, the one who always nags about health, casually revealing this habit. he doesnt take you as someone who particularly smokes.

he still remembers the night where you would clean the overall of his room before you slept on his bed because you said “boys are dirty and disgusting” but in reality, you did it because the thought of sleeping in the same bed as him freaked you out —or turned you on—and you just wanted something to somehow distract you from the pooling heat on your panties. spoiler not so spoiler alert: it failed!

he clears his throat, breaking the brief silence. "i don't have any."

he can feel his throat goes dry at the mental image of you puffing out the white puff from your mouth. oh oh, sim is in trouble!

his reply makes you sigh against the couch. and as if you hear the bell of the ice cream truck, you excitedly sit up from the couch, remembering that you always carry a disposable pod with you.

quickly, you dig into your bag, fingers brushing against the smooth plastic before you pull it out. a small, pale pink device. a guilty pleasure. something you keep just in case you need one. and that ‘just in case’ happens to be now.

you flick it on, settle back into the cushions, and take a slow, deliberate inhale. the sweetness of the flavour fills your mouth and lungs, smooth and almost intoxicating.

strawberry lemonade.

you hum in satisfaction, tilting your head back as you release the thick, milky cloud of vapor into the air. it feels good-too good.

but what feels even better is jake's reaction.

his eyes are darker now, hooded as they watch you. his breathing is slightly heavier, his lips parted just barely and his cheeks flushed. you can see the way his fingers twitch, like he wants to reach for you but is holding himself back.

you lift the pod, offering it to him. "want some?" and your voice clicks him back into reality. he replies with a soft ‘yeah, sure’.

maybe it’s the stupid nicotine that messes up with your brain or maybe you’re just purely stupid when you take another long drag, letting the vapor sit on your tongue as you crawl up to him.

slowly, you shift, climbing into his lap and straddling him with ease.

jake stiffens under you, his hands instinctively finding your waist, fingers digging in slightly as you settle against him. his breath is shaky as he mutters a soft yet whiny ‘shit’, his eyes wide, and when you lift a hand to tap gently at his cheek, signaling him to open his mouth, he obeys without question.

you lean in, closing the space between you both, lips hovering dangerously close to his as you part yours, exhaling the white cloud into his mouth, your lips almost touching his.

and fuck, that almost makes his heart bursts— so does his growing dick!

his lips wrap around the vapor, drawing it in, and fuck-he groans. it's quiet, barely there, but you hear it. feel it.

his grip on your waist tightens. his head falls back against the couch, his adam's apple bobbing as he exhales, savoring the feeling, the taste of the sweet strawberry lemonade, and the intensity of the moment.

and god, the sight of him like this-his chest rising and falling, his jaw clenched, his lips slightly swollen-sends a rush of heat straight between your legs.

he gently lifts his head up back again, cocking an eyebrow at you, his gaze calling you in.

and before he can speak, you do it again.

another hit, another lean in, another slow, intimate transfer of smoke.

but this time, jake doesn't let you pull away.

instead, his hands slide up your back, firm and sure as they press against you, keeping you close. and then-he kisses you.

it's slow at first, exploratory, lips brushing over yours in a teasing, featherlight way that makes you whimper before he deepens it.

his tongue traces the seam of your lips, tasting the sweet remnants of strawberry lemonade before slipping inside, tangling with yours.

it's intoxicating. dizzying. the way he kisses— deep and consuming, like he wants to devour you whole-makes your head spin.

they should make flavour that tastes as sweet and as good as him and named it “jake”. because hell, how can someone taste this good?!

his hands are everywhere. gripping your waist, sliding up your sides, brushing against your thighs. and yours are no better, fisting the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer, pressing yourself against him, needing more.

a quiet moan slips from your lips, and jake groans in response, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulls you down harder against him.

you can feel him. every bit of him.

the realization sends a shiver down your spine, and when you rock against him ever so slightly, he curses under his breath, hands tightening their hold on you.

"fuck," he murmurs against your lips, his voice breathless, needy.

his hands shift again, one sliding up to cup the back of your neck, the other pressing against your lower back, holding you firm against him as he kisses you deeper, harder.

it's too much. not enough.

your fingers thread into his hair, tugging slightly, and the groan he lets out is nothing short of sinful.

he's losing control.

and you love it.

but then-he pulls back, panting, his forehead resting against yours as he tries to catch his breath.

his eyes flicker open, dark and filled with something you can't quite place.

without a word, he moves.

slowly, effortlessly, he shifts, standing up and lifting you into his arms with ease.

you yelp softly, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck, legs around his waist as he carries you.

"jake-"

"shh," he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple. "just let me have you, please?”

his voice is soft, but there's a hint of desperation behind it. and how can you say no?

instead, you let him carry you, let him press gentle kisses to your skin as he walks, let yourself melt into his hold.

and when he finally reaches his room, gently placing you down onto his bed, his eyes filled with nothing but want and adoration-you know it’s going to be a long night.

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[lullabyalikpoptarot]

BTS's Thoughts on (Red/Yellow/Red Flags) For Partners

Let's look into this request of what they consider as green, yellow and red flags for partner as we have looked into their own. I wonder if they connect with their own, but not sure I remember their reading though.

Jin

Green (Queen of Pentacles) He likes someone supportive, probably financially stable and independent, but does have a nurturing quality to them. And someone who sees the beauty out of life and has the ability to take on new opportunities. Someone responsible as well. Someone who gets things done, and doesn't wallow and just sit around about things. They need to be driven and very goal oriented.

Yellow (2 of Wands) Someone who doesn't meet him halfway, someone he can't connect or vibe with, who can't see his point of view of things. Also, someone who can't see the big picture of things.

Red (4 of Swords) Makes sense with the other cards. He doesn't want someone lazy or passive, someone who has no goals or who doesn't take life seriously. He wants someone to have thoughts and opinions on things. He doesn't want someone passive, who doesn't do anything about anything. Someone devoid of any sort of opinion isn' t for him.

Suga

Green (The Empress) He likes someone who is creative, someone successful and abundant. He would want someone who takes action and makes their dreams come true, pretty similar to his energy. I do get Mom energy, so someone with that energy, nurturing, caring, adaptable, that is his green flag. Also, someone with a sense of duty and responsibility to others, towards him, and also towards others as well.

Yellow (The Hermit) Weird yellow flag, he may not like someone too introspective, someone who goes within a lot, or maybe doesn't really seek his advice or help, and just goes on their own path. I don't know, the hermit is someone of profound wisdom and experience, so he may not like someone with that, which okay, why not. Isn't he this way, so why is that wrong for a partner. Anyway, his choice, his life. He rather have a creative force that brings things to the world, than someone who just focuses within themselves and stay within their bubble. He may also like someone who is able to get outside their comfort zone, so someone who stay within certain boundaries he may not like too much.

Red (3 of Wands) Going along with the others. And similar to Jin in a sense. He doesn't like someone who doesn't take the leap or expand themselves or their horizons. He doesn't like if they stay in their bubble as I mentioned. It is like he is an introvert who was able to expand himself, so he wouldn't want someone else to hold themselves back due to always trying to go inward, it is like he did it, so can you, so he wants someone who is able to push themselves. I just get someone who isn't too hesitant to take the leap or take chances. And doesn't let life pass by them and stand by and do nothing about it.

Jhope

Green (Queen of Pentacles) Funny, because this energy pops up for him a lot in love readings. This is his type. Someone responsible, someone who take things seriously, once again getting, a sense of duty, someone who is able to make their own money. A stable and grounded person, someone with a solid foundation. And someone very giving and supporting.

Yellow (4 of Swords) Like Jin, they got to be mentally stimulating, have some opinion on things. He wouldn't like someone who doesn't share their opinion on things, also someone not boring and dull. He wouldn't want someone who has nothing to say and just sits there and looks pretty. Funny how this keeps popping up. They must have had their fair share of dates like this.

Red (2 of Pentacles) Interesting red flag. He may not like someone who juggles things. He may want someone to have a steady job. Hmm, he may have dated people that don't keep a steady job and balance one job to the next, he may not like that. This card gives me a sense of instability, playing around with different options, so he may not like that, he prefers stability. He may also not like someone who puts too much responsibility on themselves, or they struggle to handle multiple tasks at hand. He also may not like someone who doesn't really know what they want out of life. And not sure which direction to go in. Hobi seems to take life seriously, so he doesn't play that shit. You better have a handle on things, also be consistent, he can't stand inconsistency.

RM

Green (Ace of Cups) Pretty simple, someone who pours their emotions out and isn't afraid to be vulnerable and open to him. That's all folks lol

Yellow (9 of Wands) This came out strong. Someone defensive, puts a barrier up and is hard to get through, goes along with his green flag. He likes his partners to be open and vulnerable with him. He doesn't like them to feel nervous or fearful around him or that he has to walk on eggshells around them. Like his person should feel comfortable around him. If they always have their guard up, he doesn't like that.

Red (The Well) He doesn't like someone who bottles their emotions down and doesn't share anything with him, also he doesn't like to have to guess what is wrong with them. He likes clear communication. He can't read his partner's mind, so sharing is caring lol He doesn't like to play those guessing game either. So, if you are not the type to communicate and express your emotions he isn't for you.

Jimin

Green (4 of Wands) He wants someone who makes him feel comfortable. Someone with good energy and good vibes. Someone he can feel safe with. They got to have strong positive vibes and energy. This man wants to have fun in relationships, maybe to forget his worries, so they got to have that positive vibe and have fun with life.

Yellow (Ace of Swords) He doesn't like someone who doesn't share all the details on things. He may not like guessing games either. He may also not like someone who doesn't have a well thought out plan or idea on things. He may also not like someone who doesn't go through with plans, who kind of falls through on them, he doesn't like that either.

Red (3 of Wands) This goes along with the yellow flag, he doesn't like someone who doesn't expand and grow, someone who doesn't have a vision of the future. Oh, I am getting something, it is like if he asked questions about what their plans are, maybe for the future, or what they think of this, or what do they think of their future together, and they don't know, he won't like that. He doesn't like if they don't look to the future. I don't see him liking someone who is spontaneous, that lives for the moment and has no clue what they want. I see him liking someone with vast knowledge of things, it keeps him interested, since he seems to be a very curious person about things. He would like to hear his partner's input, so if you just brush things off and don't look further into things, he may find that person boring and not enticing enough. Also, the person has to have something interesting going on about them, if they don't have much going on, he will not find them interesting. It has to be something he isn't familiar with or something that can expand his knowledge somehow, I can see him being, oh I never heard of that, share more. Basically, he doesn't want someone basic, be interesting lol expand his horizons lol

V

Green (The Empress) I can see him being someone who wants kiddies, so someone with Mom energy who can have his babies basically. Someone suitable to carry his children, but also a nurturing soul and someone creative, successful in their own right and abundant.

Yellow (7 of Wands) He may like someone with thick skin, dating him can be difficult, so he may need someone willing to face challenges of dating him, so he may not like someone who can't handle that. He also may not like someone who can't stand up against challenges or unwilling to face these challenges.

Red (The Lovers) He may not like someone to attached and dependent on him. Maybe not like someone who is too clingy. He does want a connection, but he would like them to have their independence as well. Although, there can be a strong connection, he would want healthy boundaries. Sounds reasonable.

Jungkook

Green (9 of Swords) Why is the 9 of swords a green flag? He gave me the 7 of wands as a clarifier. He doesn't even know what a green flag is. Relationships seem to be a constant struggle for him, maybe someone who can understand his struggles and pain, maybe that is what this is. He has a lot of tormented thoughts and struggles, so he will need someone who can understand that and be compassionate towards him about it.

Yellow (Judgment) He wouldn't want someone who judges his past and what he may have done, once again, he needs someone who will understand and not be critical of him. He does not want someone who thinks they are better than others and has some moral authority over others. He would want someone forgiving of others flaws and struggles.

Red (8 of Wands) This one is interesting; he doesn't want someone who comes into quick, or someone who moves too quickly, he may want things to progress slowly. He may not like someone who is unstable, unreliable, someone who comes and goes. He may not like someone to come in too strong. He may like a calm presence around him, not someone too boisterous and loud. His life is already unstable, so he wouldn't want his partner to add to that. I was not expecting that one for a red flag.

[hermesserpent-stuff]

Look. i love creed. but he is messy to write. he never knows what he wants exactly.

logan and him are AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Remy opens the door the the brotherhood house and makes it three steps in before he is tackled to the ground. Remy yelps and is slammed with a wall of aggression, worry and… possessiveness.? Is that even an emotion?? His brain spins as he hears sniffing and growling beside his ear.

Oh.

Sabretooth. Who… apparently doesn't like the smell of Logan. 

“Why do you stink of the runt?”

Sabretooth growls and before Remy can form a reply to the fangs that are near his ears, Logan is growling.

“Maybe because I drove him home, Creed.”

Remy feels anxiety and rage leaking from Logan and his brain feels very assaulted by the large waves of emotions that crash against him. 

“Maybe we all calm down, non?”

Remy tries to get out, squirming a bit. Sabretooth pins him a little more firmly and Remy goes still. He is not wiggling prey. He is not being strapped to a table. He is pinned by Sabretooth, who he sort of knows, and not by mental powers from a vile scientist. He takes a deep shuddering breath while the two ferals keep growling deep. he needs to achieve calm or he's gonna spark again.

Remy begins to hum, long and low. He fills his mind with his brother's singing and piano playing. He lets his body relax, letting go of all his tension. Sabretooth makes a snuffling noise. 

“Sabretooth, I'm fine. I had a bad day at school and Logan found me in the aftermath of my powers gettin’ loose. He brought me home. Don't claw him up for bringin’ me back.”

Remy says carefully and calmly. Sabretooth meets his eyes and sniffs again. Sabretooth slowly shifts back. 

“Fine.”

Remy sits up but stays sitting, looking at Logan. Logan is still tensed, ready to fight.

“Logan, do you gotta be growlin’? You stepped into his territory. Invited by me, mais he wouldn't know that.”

The teen starts swiping at the dirt clinging to his clothing. He feels a flash of confusion from both but they both back down a bit. Remy nods to himself.

“Fine.”

Logan huffs.

“Perfect.”

Remy chirps back and slowly rises up. His back hurts a bit from hitting the ground so hard.

“Did you have to tackle me so hard homme?”

Remy asks, rubbing his back. Sabretooth looks a little contrite in his eyes but gives a huffy snort. 

“Don't come home smelling like an enemy then.”

“Fair enough. You catch anythin’ today?”

Remy starts to walk towards the house. 

Logan interrupts before Sabretooth can speak. 

“Kid… Are you okay? Really?”

Remy scrunches up his nose and turns, one hand on a hip. He can see Logan looking over the old house that is a bit battered. A bit in disrepair. Remy can feel judgment rolling off of Logan. Sabretooth puffs up a bit.

“I'm fine Logan. You don't gotta be askin’ that every time you see me. Im fine. Mon petits are fine. Everythin’ is fine and I need to take a nap.”

He gently puts a hand on Sabretooth’s arm. He hopes the man will not snap at him. Sabretooth shifts a bit so that Remy is now safely behind him. Remy blinks at this. What? 

“Leave runt.”

Logan looks at Sabretooth and steps back just a small bit. Enough to be a concession but not a submission. 

“We need to talk Creed.”

Sabretooth snarls. Remy crosses his arms. 

“I'd rather fight.”

Sabretooth shifts forwards and Remy makes a noise.

“Don't you dare be fightin’ near the house!! We got a hard enough time with accidental powers goin’ off!”

Remy says, letting his irritation be heard loudly. 

“Victor.”

Logan says head bending slightly. 

Sabretooth huffs and bends his head slightly. 

“Fine. We’re just gonna talk, pup. Go inside.”

Sabretooth steps towards Logan and Remy isn't sure what is swirling off of both of them.

“Sabre’ooth?”

He asks, hesitating a little. He is not going to leave the person helping him feed the household alone with a potential enemy. Sabretooth turns his head and chuffs at him. 

“I caught some rabbits and left them in the kitchen. I'll come help you after I talk to Jimmy here.”

Remy slowly nods.

“I'm trustin’ you. Yell if it comes to blows. I’ll fight with you.”

He says, touching Sabretooth’s arm and then walking inside. 

--

Creed is a little pleased with the last thing Remy says and finds himself surprised at that. Huh. Seems like he has a pack now. One of the main reasons for his panic and rage when smelling Logan’s scent mixed with Remy’s was worry that something had happened to the pup that had taken pretty good care of him. Creed finds that he likes being looked after and having someone eat his hunts and appreciate them. And Creed knows that he hates sharing. So Logan daring to be around Creed’s newly forming pack is annoying. 

“What do you want runt?”

He growls. Logan huffs but gestures away from the house.

“Show me your territory boundaries. You are planning to stay long-term, arent you?”

The words are clipped and tense. 

[shy-canadian-snowflake]

Not Sober Pt 2

“Hm. Morning baby.” Wade said softly, reaching out for Logan. Logan rolled over and faced the other, a frown on his face. It took a second for Wade to clue in. “Oh.”

“Oh? Oh is all you have to say? Wade, you got stoned last night.” Logan shook his head. “Your doctor told you- you know better. It can worsen your delusions.” 

“I’m not sorry.” The man stated, sitting up. Logan joined him and reached for his hand. Wade wanted to pull away but didn’t. Logan intertwined their fingers. 

“Talk Mouth. Explain to me so I can understand why the hell you’d put your mental health at risk. You’ve been doing so good.” Wade’s lips twitched up into a sad smile as he took Logan’s hand and pressed it into his cheek. He nuzzled into the warm palm and let out a long sigh. 

“I felt like I could control the chaos in my head. Sober me has been getting his fucking ass kicked. My brain is telling me I'm an awful human who only harms people, who only brings fucking suffering and sadness and despair. That there’s a ‘But’ when you say you are happy that I’m still alive.” 

“Darlin. I am happy you are here.” Wade shook his head slowly and pulled Logan’s hand into his lap. He pressed on different parts of his palm, massaging it out. 

“It still feels like there’s a ‘But’. But not really. But only when you are having a good day. But only when you are useful. It’s stupid.”

“It is fucking stupid because it’s not fucking true. I’ll love you bad day or good Bub.” Wake looked at him with a weak smile before going back to playing with his hand.

“Weed helps. I can see my own mental health in the maze that is my head. I can handle the world with all its fucking bullshit, I can understand the situation going on without feeling crippling panic. Everything is in neat tidy boxes that I can grab and organize and file everything away.” He gave a weak laugh, shaking his head. “ It might take me a few more minutes to do things or get the words out but I feel like a functional person who can work, who can do things. I feel like a normal person. I feel okay. I feel real.”

“You are real Wade.” 

“Yeah Well.” He turned Logan's hand over to trace the veins on the back of it. “I don’t fucking feel like it.”

There was a moment of silence as each man took a moment to collect their thoughts. Wade was the first to break the silence, like he always was.

“When I’m sober, I’m locked in a room of dark spaghetti and I can’t get out. I’m drowning in fear of what is going on in the world, the fact that we have a billionaire that’s getting a little too close to being a well known dictator with a horrible taste in mustaches. All of these noodles of despair and fear. Time does repeat and we don’t learn and the sun is going to blow up one day so is it even worth anything and I’m just so scared and I feel like I’ll never not be scared and- and Weed quiets all that. Weed brings me to the chaos I can control. I can consent too. My brain is making me think and feel things without my consent.”

“Okay.” Logan said slowly, throwing an arm around the other and pulling him close. Wade head butted him which he did so back, “What can I do to help?”

“Let me smoke weed without judgment.” 

“And what is your head saying to ya?” Wade hated that Logan always knew when he wasn’t all right. Sometimes it was great when he was questioning his own reality. Questioning if something is really there. It’s not so great when the voices in his ear are telling him things that make sense to him, but he knows won’t make sense to another living soul. It was like messages only for him to understand. Spoken in an old  language only he understood. 

“If I can break my ankle I’ll be in control of my chaos. My mind won’t control me today.” He sighed out, not bothering to fight. 

“That’s why you shouldn’t do weed, darlin. It’s telling you things that aren’t true.”

“They feel fucking true. Can I just die for a few hours and wake up with a better head?” 

“Al will be pissed if we got more blood and guts on this couch.” Wade flopped back onto the pull-out, sighing loudly. 

“I don’t want to fight Logan. I want my mind to be silent for one goddamn day.” There was a warble to his voice as he spoke. Logan laid down beside him, pulling him close- chest to back. He tucked his legs behind Wades, causing the man to curl up a bit more. His arm thrown over Wade’s chest made sure to keep his hand pressed into Wade’s heart, feeling the beating of it through the shirt he wore. 

“Do the meds. Do the meetings. Do what you got to. You will have a quiet day again Wade.”

“I doubt it.” 

“You will.” And Logan spoke with such certainty that Wade wanted to believe.

---

I'm having a real fucking hard time. My brain is saying to break my ankle. It makes sense too. If I do, the pain will override my brain and I won't have to be so fucking scared of everything. Future me- Don't smoke weed, it's not worth this fucking dark puddle.

[the-universal-sun]

Okay I just thought of something what if Stan regressed after getting his memory waist, because even though everything of Stanley Pines got a waste his mind still knew deep down that the headspace was healing so doing the most mentally traumatic thing that ever happened to him in his life his brain request to his age basically I want to Stanley with no memories

Sorry it took so long to get this out, I got hit by a bout of massive writer's block, but I got through it okay. Deep apologies for how late this is @pinkyshy10 and my other wonderful anon, I know this was requested back in December, but I hope you enjoy reading this! I hope I encapsulated your visions when writing, please let me know if I was off the mark, though! But thank you so so very much for your requests! I enjoyed writing it so much! Fun Fact: I've never watched Treasure Planet before, but it does seem super interesting, so I might give it a try along with the other movies you lovely people suggested that Stan, Ford, and Fiddleford may watch when Little. Please enjoy reading!

And as always, I'm open to helpful comments and critiques on my writing!

Stay warm!

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Stan...

His name is Stan. He knows this, he was told this. But, it feels true, his name is Stan, he's a great uncle to Dipper and Mabel and the twin brother to Ford. His memories aren't all there, very little are, in fact. His niece, Mabel, her scrapbook helped him some, he can remember the summer and the fond emotions attached to the memories. To most of the memories. The brief ones with the man...with Stanford bring an ache to his chest, but he hopes the more he remembers him, the happier the memories will be.

Stan fumbles around in his room, trying to familiarize himself with the surroundings, half formed memories helping him along and silently guiding his steps. He's looking for something, he thinks as he scratches his head, the Fez having been taken off and set aside, something important. But he doesn't know what. More accurately, he can't remember what. He looks around his room again, trying to see if something stands out to him when he spots a lump under the covers of his bed. He grabs the edges of his comforter and pulls it back, revealing a old looking stuffed bear, looking closely he sees it's wearing a little sweater vest. Cute. Is this something he kept from his childhood or something? It's not like he would remember.

He picks up the bear delicately. No, he knows this bear, the memories are there, right in his reach. Ah, this is a gift he got when he was a young man. This is Poindexter, what a nerdy name. Stan sits on the edge of the bed, carefully cradling his stuffy, the action making his head start to go fuzzy. Not bad, not how it is when he's remembering things, but a pleasant sort of fuzzy, one that relaxes his body, making him gently rock back and forth on the edge of the bed. This is nice, he distantly thinks, bringing the teddy up to rub to his and rubbing the ears against his lips. He laughs at the ticklish feeling that brings. He does that for a long time, rocking and rubbing his teddy against his mouth before he grows bored, standing up and stretching. What should he do? He hums and taps his hands as he thinks, he'll go see if there's any cartoons playing this late. Stan doesn’t quite know why he wants cartoons, but nothing else appeals to him right now. He grabs the first blanket he sees, a hand-stitched quilt with teddy bears on the edges, and trudges off downstairs.

The living room is still a mess when he gets there, but the tv is plugged and still works, so Stan settles down in front of it, Poindexter and the blankie-blanket from his room in his lap. He turns the dials over and over again, but he can't find anything bedsides stupid commercials and the news. He's getting more and more annoyed, his breathing going heavy and his mumbling growing louder and louder. He doesn't care about waking everybody up, he wants cartoons, but he's not seeing them. Stan is about to hit the glass in anger when he hears his brother's voice.

"Stanley? What are doing? It's late and you need to rest, you've especially had a long and trying day." Stanford spoke softly, voice confused.

"Cartoons." Stan replied, pointing of the tv it's the one word he can move his tongue around. Why does he find it hard to speak again? Oh yeah-

"What? Stanley there aren't any cartoons even on there." Ford said, confused and more than a little worried for his brother's mental state.

Oh yeah, there aren't any cartoons on. Which is the problem. Stan points to the tv again, staring at Ford. Will he help? Stan just wants to watch cartoons with his Teddy and Blankie and not think of memories or triangles or monsters, he just wants to let himself be-be. Be what? He looks at himself, soft pajamas with cars on them, his teddy bear quilt and Poindexter. His head feels fuzzy, but not as fuzzy as it can get-as he wants it to get. He wants to be-

Small. Ah. That's what it is, he remembers now. Not all of it, but most of it. Sometimes when everything is too much or too loud or too overwhelming, his mind goes smaller. Littler, the internet said he "regresses" and that it can help relax him. And it does, and he likes it, that fuzzy feeling and wanting nothing more than to color and cuddle with his teddy. Except for the times he gets really lonely, wanting his brother here with him. And he is here now, isn't he? And he said he'd take care of Stanley, so that must mean with this too, right? Does Ford know about this? Stan doesn't remember if he does or not, and he can't bring himself to ask, can't get his mouth to work. Instead he just keeps pointing to the tv and looking at is brother, he still wants to watch cartoons.

"Ah-alright, then, Stanley. I can help you find something?" Ford sounds like he's asking a question, sitting next to Stanley and tuning the dials on the box set-the remote was destroyed sometime during Weirdmaggedon. He finagles it with with more success, stopping to let each channel fix and find itself in between the static, having more patience than his brother in this regard. He's about 20 channels deep at this point when the staticky screens stabilizes to a cartoon unfamiliar to Ford, hazy as the screen is. He looks at the screen, it must be after his time, the animation different from what he knew of back in the 80s. What is it-

"Treasure Planet!" Stan loves this movie when he feels small. It has space pirates and ships that move in the sky! Stan especially loves it because it was based on his and Ford's favorite book growing up, Treasure Island, but much cooler because they were also in space. He excitedly pats the space next to him, Ford has to stay and watch this, he'd love it! Stan chants little "stay stay stay"s as he pats the carpet beside him, Ford slowly and softly easing down beside him, tugging gently on the corner of Stan's teddy blankie to cover him. He doesn't need to, because Stan huddles in close, practically on Ford's lap, and spreads the blanket over both of them, Poindexter still gripped in his hands.

Stan, now that he has his cartoons and has his brother, blankie, and Poindexter, is more than willing to let the fuzzy in his head take over, relaxing into Ford's side, bringing Poindexter's ear back up to his mouth-he's not gonna chew on it, just rub it on his lips, that's all. Like before.

"Treasure Planet, hmm? Sounds kind of like Treasure Island, do you remember that book, Stanley? It was our favorite-!" Stan slaps a hand over Ford's mouth to make him quiet-shushing someone was rude, said Ma', but Ford was talking and Stan didn't want to miss any of the movie-luckily it was just starting so he didn't miss much. He cuddles closer to his brother, wrapping his hand, now free after Ford removed it, around his twin's arm, practically crawling in his lap and rocking softly, easy rocking to help soothe his excitement. He loved Treasure Planet so much, and now Ford can watch it and love it, too, so he's extra excited!

"Okay, Okay, Stanley, I'll be quiet. Sorry." Ford softly whispered, starring at Stan, who was enraptured by the television screen, with a soft look that bordered on confusion, he doesn't exactly understand what's happening, and hopes it's not a side-affect of the memory gun. But Stanley seems to happy and relaxed, something he hasn't seen in near 40 years, so whatever his concerns are, they can wait until the morning. Ford settles down, wrapping an arm around Stanley, softly rubbing his back, and turns his attention back to the movie. It does seem very interesting.

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Marilyn Monroe: a Jhea Fanfic.

Chapter 9: Triggers…

Warning: This fanfiction explores sensitive themes, including mental health struggles, trauma, mentions of past sexual abuse, suicidal ideation, and things of that nature. Moving forward this fanfiction will contain intense emotional moments and depictions of characters navigating complex personal challenges such as suicide attempts & self harm. This is a work of fiction and does not reflect the real life characters or lives of any individuals depicted in this story. Please proceed with caution, and if you or someone you know is struggling, consider seeking support from a trusted professional or helpline. National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255 & 988

Chapter Warnings: Triggers, Self Harm, Intense Emotional Breakdown…

If you decide you don’t want to read this because it is too intense, please message me or DM asking for the PG Synopsis of the Chapter.

Jey’s phone buzzed in his pocket, pulling him out of his quiet moment with Rhea. He glanced at the screen, seeing a text from Trinity: We need to go. Liv’s had enough.

He sighed, the reality of the situation settling over him like a weight. Rhea was still nestled close to him, her warmth pulling him into a sense of comfort he didn’t want to leave. But the fun had to end sometime.

“Rhea…” he murmured softly, his thumb brushing across her hand as he leaned in a little closer, not wanting to disrupt the peace they’d just built.

She looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the hesitation she felt. “Do we really have to go?”

Jey hesitated, feeling the same pull to stay, but the need to take care of their family—and to face the consequences of their impromptu lunch—made him nod. “Yeah, babe, we do. Trinity and Liv are a little too far gone.”

Rhea’s face fell a bit, her lips pressing into a tight line. “I just… don’t want to break this,” she said, admitting her need.

Jey cupped her face gently, leaning his forehead against hers. “I don’t want to either,” he said, his voice soft and full of sincerity. “But let’s just get drunkies home, and I will call you, I promise.”

With a reluctant sigh, Rhea nodded, standing up and offering Jey her hand as they made their way back into the restaurant.

Inside, Trinity and Liv were clearly tipsy—Liv giggling uncontrollably as Trinity swayed, both of them nearly toppling over in their seats. When they saw Jey and Rhea, Trinity grinned and slurred, “Jeyyy, Rheeaa! You made it back! We need another round!”

Jey shook his head with a grin, trying to hide his amusement. “It’s not even 2 o’clock, and you’re already buzzed?” he teased, arching an eyebrow.

Liv and Trinity just laughed, and after a few more moments of chaos, Jey and Rhea helped the two of them out of their bar stools. Trinity was unsteady on her feet, but Liv was practically leaning on her.

“You guys are a mess,” Jey muttered under his breath, guiding them to the door. “Let’s get you two to the car.”

They made their way to Trinity’s car, Rhea and Jey taking the front seats while the two intoxicated women climbed into the back. Liv had her head leaning against Trinity’s shoulder, and Trinity was still giddily giggling, clearly in a much lighter mood than when they first arrived.

As Jey started the car, Rhea glanced over at him, a soft smile playing on her lips. She caught his eyes for a brief second before speaking, “Maybe we should invite you two for lunch more often.”

“I wouldn’t mind.” Jey said.

“DIDO!” Trinity yelled from the backseat.

Jey rolled his eyes, turning his attention to the road but now aware of how closely Rhea was sitting beside him. The gentle sounds of the car filled the silence as they drove through the streets.

Once they arrived at the apartment, Jey pulled up in front of the building and put the car in park. Rhea unbuckled her seatbelt, and before she got out, she leaned toward Jey, her hand resting lightly on his arm.

“You promise you will call later, okay?” she asked softly.

Jey turned to her with a soft smile, his thumb grazing the back of her hand. “Of course,” he said. “I promise.”

Rhea gave him one last smile before she got out of the car and helped Liv out of the backseat. As she guided Liv toward the apartment, Jey couldn’t help but admire the way she took care of her friend, her grace even in this little chaotic moment.

His gaze lingered on them as they walked toward the building, but his admiration was quickly shattered by a loud voice coming from the backseat.

“WAITER!” Trinity slurred from the back of the car, causing Jey to roll his eyes as he let out a frustrated but amused sigh. “ANOTHER ROUND, PLEASE!”

Jey shook his head, a small laugh escaping him despite himself. “You’ve got to be kidding me…”

As Rhea and Liv disappeared into their apartment, Jey took a moment to breathe, collecting himself before heading home. The morning had been full of surprises, and he knew there was much more to come—but for now, he was content. He had Rhea, and that meant everything.

Meanwhile, Rhea and Liv entered the apartment, Liv came to an abrupt stop, her body swaying slightly.

Rhea frowned, watching her closely. “Are you okay?”

Liv’s only response was a sudden sprint to the trash can, where she immediately began to throw up. Her body convulsed violently as she clutched the edge of the can for support.

Rhea winced at the sound but quickly moved to kneel beside her, rubbing soothing circles on her back. “It’s okay, let it out, blondie.”

Liv groaned, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She sat up for a second as if to regain her composure, but the moment she did, another wave hit her, and she hunched back over, gagging.

Between heaves, Liv managed to gasp, “Advil, please!” before immediately returning to emptying her stomach.

Rhea sighed but stood up, heading straight for Liv’s bedroom. She searched the nightstand first, pushing aside random items—phone chargers, a few stray hair ties, and an empty water bottle—but no Advil. She then moved to the bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet and rifling through the shelves.

Nothing.

With a frustrated huff, Rhea checked the drawers, looking for anything—nausea meds, aspirin, anything that would help Liv recover faster. Still, she found nothing.

She walked back to the living room, arms crossed. “There’s none.”

Liv, still crouched over the trash can, let out a miserable groan. “Go get some, please.”

Rhea stared at her, unimpressed. “Seriously?”

Liv barely lifted her head, her blonde hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. “Please,” she whined before retching again.

“Fine. But you owe me.”

Liv weakly raised a thumbs-up before clutching the trash can again.

Shaking her head, Rhea grabbed the keys and headed for the door, determined to get the medicine quickly so Liv could feel better.

—

Rhea pulled into the CVS parking lot, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the pavement. She exhaled, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel, trying to shake off the exhaustion creeping up her spine. It was barely 3 PM, but the events of the day had drained her… in a good way. She just needed to grab the medicine and get back to Liv. That was all that mattered right now.

The automatic doors slid open with a mechanical hum, and the rush of cool, artificially chilled air hit her face. She welcomed the temporary relief, making a beeline for the medicine aisle. Her eyes scanned the shelves as she grabbed a bottle of nausea medicine, some Advil, and, after a moment of thought, a few hydration packets.

Everything felt normal. Routine.

Until it wasn’t.

As she turned toward the front of the store, she stopped abruptly.

Her body locked up.

The world around her blurred, the fluorescent lights above suddenly glaring, harsh, suffocating.

Standing in the snack aisle, casually perusing the shelves of potato chips, was him.

The man who had stolen so much from her.

Her first attacker.

His presence was unmistakable. Time had barely changed him—tall, broad-shouldered, and carrying the same air of arrogance that once sent a cold shiver down her spine. The last time she had seen him, she had been broken, bleeding, gasping for air. And now, here he was, as if the universe had played a cruel joke on her.

Her heart pounded violently against her ribcage.

She should leave. Turn around. Run.

But she couldn’t move.

As if he sensed her presence, he turned his head, his dark eyes locking onto hers.

And he smirked.

Smirked.

“Hey, Mami,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement.

The casualness of his greeting, as if they were old friends, made her stomach churn.

Her vision tunneled.

Her fingers loosened, and before she even realized it, the items in her arms slipped and hit the ground with dull thuds.

She didn’t pick them up.

She didn’t move.

She was trapped.

Trapped in the past. Trapped in then.

The memories hit her like a tidal wave—too fast, too strong, drowning her in the worst moments of her life.

The weight pinning her down.

The tearing pain.

The struggle.

The betrayal.

The act of her virginity being taken away from her so violently.

The blood dripping down her legs.

Her breaths became erratic, short gasps that barely filled her lungs.

She could feel herself spiraling, her body trembling violently. Then, a new horror settled in her stomach, replacing the nausea with sheer, unfiltered panic.

She looked down.

And she saw it.

A dark stain spread across the front of her jeans.

A choked sob threatened to escape her throat.

She had lost control.

Shame clawed at her, hot and unbearable. Her entire body burned, not just from humiliation, but from the way the past had reached through time and stolen this moment from her.

Her attacker was gone, already moving on as if nothing had happened.

But Rhea couldn’t move on.

She had to get out.

Now.

Her legs finally listened, and she bolted.

She ran through the automatic doors, the heat of the afternoon sun slamming into her like a wall. Her lungs burned, her vision blurred, but she didn’t stop.

Reaching Liv’s car, she fumbled desperately with the keys, her hands shaking so badly she nearly dropped them. She wrenched the door open, throwing herself inside and immediately locking the doors.

Only then did the dam break.

And there was no running from it.

Her chest heaved with ragged sobs, her hands clutching the steering wheel like a lifeline. The past she had so desperately tried to forget had caught up to her in the broad daylight of a CVS parking lot. She threw the car into drive and sped off to the apartment.

Rhea barely registered the way she parked Liv's car, the front tire scraping against the curb. She didn't care. The second she put the car into park, she stumbled out, her breath ragged and uneven. The world around her felt distorted-too bright, too loud, too much.

Her hands shook as she dug through her pocket for the apartment key. When she reached the front door, she struggled, missing the keyhole twice before finally jamming it in. She shoved the door open and slammed it shut behind her, locking it without a second thought.

She ran straight to her room.

The walls were closing in, suffocating her, crushing her beneath the weight of memories she couldn't escape. She barely managed to turn the lock before collapsing against the door, her back pressing into the wood as her body trembled violently.

Liv had barely begun to recover from her own drunken nausea when she heard the front door slam. She blinked in confusion before dragging herself off the couch, her stomach still unsettled, but her concern overriding her discomfort. She had seen Rhea's face-wide-eyed, panic-stricken, her breath coming in uneven gasps. Something was wrong.

She stumbled to Rhea's door and started knocking. "Rhea!" she called, voice hoarse from earlier vomiting. "Honey, open the door! What happened?"

Silence.

Then, a muffled, shuddering breath.

Liv pressed her forehead against the door. "Honey, please talk to me. You're scaring me," she pleaded.

Then, she heard it.

The unmistakable sound of something being slammed against the walls. Once. Twice. Thrice. Then again. And again. And again. Again. Again.

Liv's breath caught in her throat.

She turned, sprinting down the hall to the closet, yanking the door open and reaching up to the highest shelf. Her fingers grasped at the cool metal of Raquel's titanium baseball bat. Liv barely had time to think before she bolted back, gripping the handle tightly.

"Rhea, I'm coming in!"

She raised the bat high and brought it down with everything she had, splintering the wooden doorknob clean off. One hard kick sent the door flying open, banging against the wall.

Her heart dropped at the sight before her.

Rhea was on her knees in the middle of the room, her hands pressed into the carpet. But what made Liv's stomach lurch was the blood.

It covered Rhea's fingers, smeared across her face. Thick, red streaks coated her cheeks, her lips, her chin—as if she had clawed at herself in some desperate, manic attempt to scrape something off. Which she did… she had actually clawed at her face so violently that it left scratch marks.

Her knuckles were raw, split open. The mirror on her dresser was shattered, pieces of glass glinting under the dim lighting.

Rhea looked up, her breath coming in sharp, erratic gasps. Her pupils were blown wide, a wild, broken look in her eyes. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the crimson streaks.

Liv dropped the bat, rushing to her.

"Rhea! Oh my God-what the fuck happened?!"

She reached for her, but Rhea jerked away, as if the touch burned. Her whole body shook violently, her shoulders rising and falling with the force of her ragged breaths.

Liv could barely process what she was seeing, but one thing was crystal clear-Rhea wasn't here.

Not really.

She was trapped somewhere else, lost in a place Liv couldn't reach.

Liv’s heart pounded in her chest as she watched Rhea, her mind scrambling for something—anything—to help calm her down. She could see the devastation in Rhea’s eyes, the panic, the fear that had taken over. Every flinch, every shaky breath made Liv feel even more powerless.

“Rhea, honey! Your knuckles!” Liv cried, stepping forward again. She tried to reach out, but Rhea flinched back once more, her body trembling violently.

“Get away!” Rhea screamed, her voice raw and desperate. “Don’t touch me!” Her hands pressed against her face as she turned her head away, her body curling into itself. “Stop! Stop!”

Liv’s breath hitched. She had seen Rhea upset before, but never like this—never this broken.

“I need to help you, Rhea! I’m your friend! I’m not going to hurt you!” Liv’s words were desperate, but they seemed to bounce off Rhea, who only pulled further away.

Seeing no other option, Liv’s mind raced. She had to do something. Anything. She couldn’t just stand here and watch Rhea fall apart.

She turned on her heel and sprinted to the living room, rushing to the bookshelf where Rhea’s folder was kept—the one containing her notes, her therapy journal, the things she used to help herself when the weight of the world felt too much. Her fear grew more as she heard the sounds of banging, Liv turned and saw Rhea was banging her head on the floor.

Pushed to the brink of terror, Liv quickly flipped through it, her hands shaking. She found the page marked “Coping Techniques.” There were a few things that Rhea had written down over time: deep breathing exercises, grounding techniques, affirmations. But Liv’s eyes skimmed over all of that and found the one thing she hadn’t thought of.

She grabbed the notebook and dashed back to Rhea’s room, taking a deep breath as she entered. Rhea’s back was now pressed against the dresser, her face buried in her hands, shoulders trembling. Liv felt the heaviness in the room—the suffocating silence of panic.

Liv swallowed hard.

The only thing she could think of was to comfort her the way Rhea had comforted her in the past—through music.

Without a word, Liv sat on the floor next to Rhea, pulling herself in close. She didn’t wait for permission. This wasn’t about asking anymore. Rhea needed her, and Liv was going to be there. She gently grabbed Rhea’s hand, carefully placing the music notebook in front of her, but not expecting her to read it. Instead, she started to hum the opening melody of a song.

“When Love Goes Wrong, Nothing Goes Right,” by Marilyn Monroe and Jane Russell.

It was one of Rhea’s favorites.

Liv took a deep breath, her voice shaky at first as she started to sing the opening lines softly, “When love goes wrong, nothing goes right…”

Rhea’s body tensed up for a split second, her whole being on edge, but Liv continued. She didn’t stop. “This one thing I know, when love goes wrong, nothing goes right…”

Liv’s voice cracked as she pushed through her own emotions. She focused only on Rhea—on making her feel safe again. Her fingers gently rubbed over Rhea’s palm as she sang, letting the notes fill the air.

As the song played on, Liv saw Rhea’s shoulders start to relax slightly. The tremors that had wracked her body started to slow, just a little. Liv pressed on, singing through the words as her own voice trembled but stayed steady.

“The sun don’t beam, The moon don’t shine, The tide don’t ebb and flow.. a clock won’t strike.. a match won’t light… when love goes wrong.. nothing goes right.” Liv sang the words with all the tenderness she could muster, letting the softness of the music fill the space between them.

Rhea’s breathing now began to slow. Her hands, which had been clutching her own body in pain, loosened slightly, and for the first time since she had locked herself in this state of panic, Rhea let out a shaky breath.

Liv kept singing, pulling her in with every note, determined to get through to her. Finally, when the last notes of the song faded away, Rhea lifted her head slowly, her eyes still wet with tears, but the panic had ebbed, just enough for Liv to see a flicker of recognition in her gaze.

Rhea opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She just leaned forward slowly, her trembling hand reaching out to Liv. Liv instantly enveloped her in an embrace, holding her tight, knowing that she had to stay strong for Rhea, at least for now.

“It’s okay, Rhea,” Liv whispered, her heart pounding with a mix of relief and sadness. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

After some time in the embrace, Liv felt Rhea’s breathing steady, the heavy weight of her panic lifting just enough to make the air feel a little less suffocating. Rhea’s body had softened in Liv’s arms, though there was still a tremor in her hands. Liv knew that this wouldn’t be solved in just a few minutes. But she also knew the importance of small steps—of providing comfort, even if it was only for a moment.

“Let’s get you into the bath, okay?” Liv whispered softly, her voice low, careful not to startle Rhea.

Rhea didn’t respond at first, her eyes still faraway, her chest rising and falling slowly. Liv gently helped Rhea sit up, keeping one arm around her to steady her. She could see the raw exhaustion on Rhea’s face, and as they moved together toward the bathroom, Liv felt a deep ache in her heart for her friend.

Once in the bathroom, Liv turned on the tap, adjusting the water until it was warm, soothing. She reached for a strawberry kiwi bath bomb, the soft pink hue matching the lightness she hoped to bring back to Rhea. With a gentle flick of her wrist, she dropped it into the water, the fizzing sound of it filling the room as the sweet scent filled the air.

“Alright,” Liv said softly, “Let’s get you comfortable, okay?” She helped Rhea undress slowly, her hands trembling slightly, knowing that this was another act of care that was more than just physical—it was about showing Rhea that she wasn’t alone.

Rhea said nothing, her eyes heavy as she let Liv guide her toward the bath. As Rhea sat on the edge, Liv helped her ease into the warm water, her fingers brushing lightly against Rhea’s skin. When Rhea was fully submerged, she sank into the tub, her body relaxing into the warmth. Liv stayed close, sitting on the toilet seat next to the bath, just watching her, keeping her company.

Rhea’s head rested against the cool tile of the bathroom wall, her eyes closed, the steam from the bath curling around her like a soft, fragile veil. Liv reached out and took Rhea’s hand, her thumb gently running over Rhea’s battered knuckles, the blood from earlier now dried but still raw.

Rhea’s voice, weak and fragile, broke the silence. “I don’t know where I belong.”

The words hung in the air like a quiet confession, a weight in them that Liv could feel deep in her chest. She squeezed Rhea’s hand tighter, the only reassurance she could offer in that moment. She didn’t need to say anything—there was no easy answer for something like that—but the quiet gesture, the simple contact of hand in hand, said everything.

“I’m here, Rhea,” Liv finally said, her voice steady. “You belong right here, with people who care about you. Don’t ever forget that.”

Rhea didn’t say anything more. She let out a shaky sigh, her face tilted toward the ceiling. The bath bomb’s fragrance filled the air, mingling with the soft hum of the bathroom fan. Liv stayed quiet too, rubbing her thumb over Rhea’s knuckles, not rushing anything, allowing her to soak in the peace for as long as it would last.

In that moment, as the water swirled around Rhea, Liv realized that sometimes all someone needed wasn’t answers or fixes. Sometimes, all they needed was someone to stay by their side. And that’s exactly what Liv intended to do.

As the silence continued to settle in the room, Rhea couldn’t shake the weight of Jey’s words, the comparison to Marilyn Monroe. It pained her in a way that words couldn’t describe. She thought about the similarities between herself and Marilyn—the beauty, the heartbreak, the endless yearning for love, the desire to be seen. But the more she thought about it, the more conflicted she became. Was that really who she was? Was she just another tragic figure, destined to repeat the same mistakes?

Rhea turned her gaze towards the faucet, the water gently running as if mocking her internal turmoil. She could hear Liv’s soft breathing next to her, still holding her hand, offering her quiet support.

Rhea’s thoughts swirled, a tangled mess she couldn’t unravel. Before she could let herself spiral any further, Liv’s voice broke through the haze.

“I’m going to let go of your hand, but only to get the first aid kit, okay?”

Rhea blinked, nodding silently, unable to find the words. Her heart was still heavy with everything she had been processing, but she managed a faint nod. She watched as Liv carefully let go of her hand and walked out of the bathroom. The silence left behind felt deafening, though Rhea’s mind was too busy to focus on it.

As Liv entered her room and retrieved the first aid kit, she glanced at her phone. The screen lit up with an incoming call from Trinity. Liv hesitated, glancing back at Rhea’s room before quickly answering.

“Hey, can’t talk,” Liv said, her voice tense.

Trinity’s voice immediately came through, anxious. “Jey just wants to know why Rhea hasn’t responded. Her phone keeps going straight to voicemail.”

Liv’s heart sank. She closed her eyes and briefly remembered the sight of Rhea’s shattered iPhone on the floor of her room. It was an image that lingered with her, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it.

“Trinity…” Liv began, her voice soft but firm. “Rhea had an accident. I can’t go into details, but once she’s better, I’ll have her call Jey.”

Trinity’s voice faltered, concern clear in every word. “Is she okay?”

Liv paused, thinking of Rhea’s fragile state in the bathroom, the emotional breakdown that had taken place moments before. She wasn’t sure if Rhea was okay, not entirely. But for now, she had to hold onto hope.

“For now…” Liv answered, her voice cracking slightly. “But I have to inform her social worker about this.” She took a deep breath. “I’ll message you later. I have to get back to Rhea right now.”

Trinity’s voice softened. “Okay. Keep me updated.”

Liv hung up quickly, her thoughts racing. She couldn’t afford to dwell on what was happening. Rhea needed her, now more than ever.

Liv quickly returned to the bathroom, the first aid kit in hand. She moved to Rhea, kneeling down beside her. “I’m here, Rhea,” she said gently, setting the kit on the floor. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”

Rhea barely acknowledged her, her focus still distant, lost in the storm inside her mind. Liv sighed, pulling out a few items from the kit. Her hands were steady, even if her heart wasn’t.

“I’m here,” Liv whispered again, just in case Rhea needed to hear it. “We’re going to get through this, together.”

Once Rhea was washed and clean, her hands and face bandaged with antiseptic and soft purple bandages, Liv sat beside the bathtub, watching her carefully. The rawness in Rhea’s expression made Liv’s heart ache.

“Are you ready to get out of the bath?” Liv asked gently.

Rhea’s gaze remained distant as she traced patterns on the water’s surface. “I don’t want to be in my room,” she murmured, not wanting to see what she did.

Liv nodded, anticipating this. “Don’t worry,” she reassured her. “Just close your eyes, and I’ll walk you to my room, okay?”

After a long pause, Rhea nodded. Trusting Liv’s voice more than anything else at that moment, she closed her eyes. Liv stood up and carefully helped Rhea out of the water, wrapping her in a soft towel. She guided her out of the bathroom, moving with careful steps. Rhea didn’t open her eyes, leaning on Liv as if she were the only thing keeping her grounded.

“Now give me a sec’, I’m gonna go get your clothes okay..”

Rhea nodded and Liv exited out of the bathroom, stepping over the shattered glass and debris. She grabbed a fresh pair of pajamas and undergarments, doing her best to pick ones she knew Rhea would find comforting. Then, she headed back to the bathroom.

Liv helped Rhea dress, sliding a loose shirt over her head and helping her into a pair of soft shorts. Rhea sat silently through it all, her eyes downcast. Then, her voice broke the silence. The two made their way to Liv’s bedroom, Rhea’s heart rate slightly elevated.

“I destroyed my room.”

Liv, cupping Rhea’s bandaged hands in her own. “It’s okay,” she said firmly. “Come here.” Liv led Rhea into her own room and helped Rhea onto the bed, tucking the blanket over her shoulders. The weight of exhaustion was pressing down on her, making her movements sluggish.

“Go ahead and take a nap,” Liv soothed. “I’ll make your favorite soup, and when you wake up, we can watch The Seven Year Itch.”

Rhea gave the smallest nod. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

Liv turned on soft white noise from her bedside speaker and dimmed the lights, creating a peaceful atmosphere. She lingered at the door for a moment, making sure Rhea’s breathing was steady before quietly stepping out.

The second she closed the door, Liv let out a deep sigh, pressing her back against the wood. It was only 5:30 PM, but the day had took a drastic turn.

Pushing down her own emotions, she made her way to the supply closet. Grabbing gloves, trash bags, and a broom, Liv steeled herself before reentering Rhea’s room. The destruction was worse than she remembered—shattered glass, overturned furniture, and remnants of Rhea’s breakdown littered the space.

She took a deep breath.

Piece by piece, she started to clean, being extra careful not to step on the shards of Rhea’s broken phone.

—

Raquel was finishing her workout, wiping the sweat from her forehead when her phone rang from inside her gym bag. She pulled it out, seeing Liv’s name flashing on the screen.

A smile started to form but quickly faded at the hesitation in Liv’s voice. “Hey, love…” she said softly. “We had an accident.”

Raquel immediately straightened, her muscles tensing. “What happened?”

Liv sighed. “I sent Rhea to go get some medicine for me, but when she came back, she ran straight to her room and locked the door. I went to check on her, and when I heard banging, I had to break the door down.”

Raquel’s stomach dropped. “Banging? Liv, what was she doing?”

Liv hesitated, her voice as if it was debating to tell Raquel what just transpired in their apartment. “She was hurting herself. Her knuckles were busted open, her face was bloody. I didn’t know what to do—I just had to hold her and sing to her until she calmed down.”

Raquel sat down heavily on a nearby bench, gripping her water bottle. “Where is she now?”

“I got her cleaned up and put her in my bed. She’s sleeping for now, but Rocky… it was bad.”

Raquel exhaled, rubbing her temple. “Did she say what set her off?”

“No, not yet,” Liv admitted. “But I know I need to inform her social worker soon.”

Raquel nodded, even though Liv couldn’t see her. “Yeah… you do. Listen, I was supposed to fly out after the PLE Sunday morning, but I’ll switch my flight to leave right after the show instead.”

“Are you sure?” Liv asked.

“I’m sure. I don’t want you handling this alone.”

Liv exhaled, relieved. “Okay… just let me know when you land.”

“I will,” Raquel promised. “Just stay with her, okay?”

“Okay love.”

Raquel lingered on the line for a second before hanging up, exhaling sharply. She didn’t like being states away when Rhea was in this condition. She needed to be home. Fast.

As she grabbed her things and headed for her hotel room, she texted her travel agent to switch her flight. Whatever was happening with Rhea—it wasn’t getting better. And she wasn’t about to wait another night to be there for her.

—

Liv was stirring the chicken noodle soup on the stove, the warm aroma filling the kitchen as soft Marilyn Monroe melodies drifted through the apartment. She glanced at the clock—just past seven. The day had stretched on endlessly, every minute weighed down with worry.

A sudden knock at the door made her pause, the spoon resting against the pot. She wiped her hands on a towel and walked to the door, peeking through the peephole before sighing. She unlocked it and pulled it open to find Jey standing there, a bouquet of sunflowers and roses in his hands.

“I don’t think this is a good time,” Liv said, her voice firm but not unkind.

Jey’s expression was tense, his eyes filled with concern. “I just need to know if she’s okay.”

Liv sighed, knowing there was no stopping him. She stepped aside, allowing him in. “She’s in my room.”

Jey gave her a grateful nod before making his way down the hallway. The apartment was dimly lit, and as he pushed open Liv’s bedroom door, a wave of cold air hit him. The room was freezing, the AC turned down low, and Rhea was curled up beneath the thick comforter, her body barely a shape beneath the layers.

Jey carefully shut the door behind him, he made his way across the room and placed the bouquet on the nightstand before kneeling beside the bed. He reached out, brushing his fingers gently against her arm. “Boo,” he murmured, nudging her awake.

Rhea stirred, her breath shaky as she turned her head to face him. The moment her eyes met his, she let out a soft, broken cry.

“Hold me, please,” she whispered.

Jey didn’t hesitate. He climbed into the bed, pulling her against him, wrapping his warmth around her cold, trembling body. Rhea buried her face in his chest, her body curling into his as if trying to disappear into him completely.

“I’m in so much pain,” she murmured, her voice raw.

Jey tightened his arms around her, resting his chin on top of her head. “I’m here, okay? I got you,” he whispered, rocking her gently.

Rhea’s grip on his shirt tightened as her quiet sobs shook against him. Jey held her like he was anchoring her to the earth, his fingers smoothing through her damp hair, whispering reassurances, not daring to let go.

[honeycrispappletree]

ivy // hajime iwaizumi ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

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part 11: nights

by: frank ocean

This is so fucking stupid.

yn mentally sighs, staring up at kuroo’s shared apartment. In one hand, she holds a burned CD she spent all night making, and in the other, her fist is clenched.

yn has never been one for saying sorry. She’s known for being stubborn-one of the most hard-headed people on campus. How she even managed to get herself to iwaizumi’s front door the other day was a mystery to her. But what wasnt a mystery, was realizing she had to make things right.

Apologizing to oikawa was pretty simple. She told him what happened with iwaizumi, and the completion of what he had been working on since middle school put him in such a victorious high, forgiving her was pretty easy. Bokuto wasnt too bad either, she got him his favorite takeout and some mystery figurines he enjoyed. He accepted as a good enough apology, and they were right back on track.

On the other hand, kuroo wasnt so easy. If there is anybody more stubborn than yn, it’s kuroo. He’s always been that way. And when these two stubborn personalities disagree? It’s a battle neither one of them can win, they’ll never give in to the others side. It never gets resolved unless the resident mediator, akaashi, can force them to figure it out.

But akaashi’s not here right now. It’s just yn, standing infront of his apartment complex with a CD in her hand.

A damn CD.

She rolls her eyes, cringing at herself. she knows kuroo has a premium subscription to every music platform there is. So what the hell was the point?

Taking a deep breath, she sits down on the curb in the parking lot and pulls out a cigarette. As she lights it, she decides to text her last resort to fixing.. this. Whatever the hell you would even call this situation she created.

yn internally panics, shutting off her phone and aggressively tossing into the grass beside her. The phrase, ‘i’m screwed’, plays on repeat in her head. This loop of self pitying is interrupted by the sound of footsteps. kuroo rounds the corner, and his gaze lands on her. He freezes, eyebrow quirking up in that cocky way he always does, but this time it’s not paired with the smug smirk. It’s filled with judgment instead of amusement. He can sense the panic in her presence. kuroo came out expecting to find some tweaked out stranger. And in a way... he kind of did.

“Want some coke?” She sighs, immediately regretting her pathetic attempt at a joke. She tosses her cigarette butt to the ground and grinds it under her heel.

He eyes her, then checks his phone, glancing at the text thread with akaashi. "Did I just get set up?"

“Not on purpose," yn mutters, keeping her eyes on the beat-up cars around them, her posture stiff and avoiding his gaze.

kuroo stares at her for a second, reading the tension in the air. Without saying a word, he shoves his phone into his back pocket with a frustrated sigh and drops down next to her on the curb, joining her in looking at the rusting cars parked in the lot. They both avoided eachothers gaze, pretending like some beat up suburu was the most interesting thing in the world.

“I don’t really know what to say,” yn breaks the silence, her voice quieter than usual. She leans forward, her knees drawn up to her chest. “I don’t want to fight anymore. I miss the band.”

She knows how that sounds, but she means it. It’s her fault, all her fault, and she wishes admitting that would make it all go away, but it won’t. kuroo can’t read her mind, so all he took away was words laced with betrayal and bitter lies.

“Yeah, I miss the band too,” kuroo replies, his tone strained. “But I didn’t get a choice in why I’m missing it. You did.” His jaw clenches, fists tightening as he stares at his knuckles going white.

yn feels the weight of his words hit her, the guilt gnawing at her. She wants to run, leave the whole thing behind. But she can’t. She couldn’t live with herself if she got up and let this simmer for the rest of her life. yn isn’t always right, and she’s not perfect either, as much as she tries to be. Tonight is the night she’d let herself admit it.

“I know I fucked it up. The band. I know,” she says, the words tasting sorry on her tongue. She bites down on her lower lip, struggling to find the right thing to say. “I chose myself over all of us. I thought I was doing the right thing by prioritizing me and my future. But that’s not what it was it all. I see that now. It was selfish.”

Her voice falters slightly as she pushes the words out. She can’t look at him, afraid of seeing the anger and hatred on his face. But she pushes through anyway. “I thought I was pursuing my goals. But I wasn’t. I just thought I knew the perfect way to get what I’ve always wanted. I should’ve known better. Thay wasn’t the way to do it, and that’s not what I fucking wanted, not at all.”

The silence that follows feels like a rejection. She thinks he’ll get up and tell her to go to hell, and that she should have never came here. kuroo doesn’t say anything, just stares at the fading light of the sun as it dissapears lower below the horizon. yn picks at her fingernails, stealing quick glances at him, trying to understand what he’s thinking , but yn isn’t a mind reader either. The weird tension in the air stays foreign.

His voice is low and measured when he speaks up, but there's something fragile behind his eyes. "I can’t say confidently that I wouldn’t have taken that deal if he offered it to me."

yn blinks, surprised. She hadn’t expected that. She’d never thought she’d hear kuroo admit to possibly making a stupid mistake that she made.

He continues, his tone almost thoughtful. “Maybe I would’ve. Maybe I wouldn’t have. No way to know for sure.” He uncurls his fists and looks over at her. “But if I did, and realized how much of a dick Miya is… which I one hundred percent would, I’d probably be wishing for a little mercy from the band. From you.”

yns eyes widen, a faint smile tugging at her lips. Something about her unusual vulnerability must’ve made him feel bad, or maybe it made him realize something about himself.

The parking lot is almost completely dark now, the sky shifting into deep blues as the first stars begin to appear. Shadows stretch across the lot, but somehow, they don’t feel so uneasy to look at.

“Are we good?” yn asks, her voice smaller now, unsure if he’s really forgiven her.

kuroo looks at her for a moment, then l lets himself fall backwards, stretching out on the grass behind them. That damn smirk plays at the edges of his lips. “Yeah. We’re good.”

She looks at him staring up at the sky, a content expression spreading across his face. yn follows, letting herself drop beside him, looking up at the stars. For the first time in what feels like forever, all the tension of these past weeks has vanished.

“I wasn’t begging for your mercy, by the way,” she says, her voice teasing, a small grin pulling at her lips.

kuroo scoffs, amusement in his voice. “Guess I’ll have to go back to making fake accounts, shitting on your every move. But I won’t connect my phone number this time, don’t you worry.”

She laughs softly, feeling lighter. She closes her eyes, letting the cool moonlight brush over her face. It feels soft against her skin, like its silently pulling all her mistakes away.

“Shut up,” she murmurs, the smile still lingering. kuroo chuckles, the sound warm and familiar.

When they both bid their goodbyes later that night, yn completly forgets about the CD. All the care she put into filling it with beach volleyball’s songs, kuroo’s favorite bands (and some of yn’s favorites that kuroo hates), had whisped away from her mind. It sat hidden in the grass for awhile after that night, until a passerby stumbled upon it. Out of curiosity, they took it home and listened to it front to back with some friends. Beach volleyball acquired a few more fans that day.

That damn CD.

more!

in a weird way kuroo and yns shared stubbordness is what makes them good friends

"im not saying saying sorry for shit" "yeah no why would you"

some high schoolers found the cd and are now beach volleyball fans and think they are so cool and underground

"oh my favorite band? yeah you prolly never heard of them..."

inspired them to start a band

when yn told oikawa what happened w iwaizumi he started acting like he won the world cup

he thought he would never feel victory after not making it to nationals but he was wrong

HIS PASSION PROJECT SINCE MIDDLE SCHOOL

"i gotta write a book about this"

bokuto is a sucker for some smiskis

akaashi acts like he doesnt want to mediate but he loves being right and fixing problems, boosts the ego or wtv

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a/n: i... updated... ivy? who am i. this definetly has mistakes my bad. I TRIED TO MAKE THIS PLATONIC AS POSSIBLE THEY R FRIENDS. iwaizumi will be returning soon i swear. so will osamu lol (w evil intent). i LOVE FRANK OCEAN. ok thats it luv u ppl in my computer byee

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Trigger warning: Blood, violence, cannibalism, dumbification, pet play, drugging, obsession

Word count: 1.4k

It's just a small thing that kinda spiraled out of my control as i wrote it. I hope people like it! And sorry for any grammer mistakes!

Ao3 link if you'd rather read it there:

To add to this, I'd like to imagine the scenario as caitlyn being separated from her enforcer squad deep into Zaun. Jinx has been stalking her (because that's what nemesis do, right?) and watches as caitlyn gets into a gnarly shoot out with some random chembaron gang. Caitlyn fights off most of them but gets snuck up on and gets fatally injured. Jinx goes mental that her nemesis was hurt by someone who wasn't her, so she kills that person off brutally next to a dying caitlyn on the floor. She'd get up and dust herself (and the blood of this random person) off her hands before walking over and standing above a dying caitlyn.

She'd look her over and say, "Jeeeeezzz toots, do I always have to save your ass?" Caitlyn would just look up at her and try to say anything, but would only wheeze and cough in return. Jinxes eyes would widen as she realizes that "oh wow, caitlyn is dying right now, in front of me, on the ground." She'd pat her pockets to look for anything that could stop her from dying (because wanting your nemesis that wants you dead to stay alive is totally normal), and then a light bulb goes off. She grabs a knife off of caitlyns form and slashes her hand, causing it to bleed heavily.

Jinx would smile and bring her dripping hand over to caitlyn and say, "Open up cupcake, doctors orders!" Caitlyn would groan and shake her head no, so jinx would snarl and force caitlyns mouth open with her free hand and drip feed her blood into caitlyns mouth. To caitlyn, it's disgusting at first. The metallic overwhelming iron taste, but then all that shimmer starts to make her feel divine, better than she's ever felt. The wounds on her body would seal up quickly as she sits up with a gasp, pushing jinx away, causing jinx to fall down.

Jinx would roll her eyes and say, "Well, that's no way to thank the girl who saved your life, or did your mommy and daddy not teach you manners? Oh wait, mommies dead!", while rolling on the floor dying of laughter. Caitlyn would look around for her sniper rifle but finds it nowhere. She grabs the still bloody knife and sheaths it. She'd move to apprehend jinx, but Jinx would just use her shimmer speed to move away. She'd wipe a tear from her eye and say mid chuckle, "Alright, I get it, jeezzz. A girl can't even save her nemesis these days. Anyways, see yah later cupcake!" As she zips away.

Caitlyn angrily grumbles to herself before she heads back topside, though with a strange pep in her step. She would make her way back to her mansion and sleep better than she has in months, not that she notices. Over the week, though, her energy and mood would just get worse and worse. She finds herself sleeping horribly now, and she craves something that she can't quite put her tongue on. When she's sorting through the evidence locker room in the enforcer station, she'd eye a vial of shimmer.

Strange, she'd think, since she's never found her eye attracted to it before, and they've been confiscating it for years. But she's desperate for anything to help her sleep. So, she uncorked it and dipped a pinky finger in, bringing it to her lips. She gets a rush, but not the rush that every shimmer addict they arrest describes. She downs the whole thing and barely feels a thing, as a matter of fact!

Horrible sleep again that night, but the next day, they have her arrive to another one of jinxes attacks. They let her be by herself as she investigated since she's been so snappy, and as she walks through the scene, she steps into a puddle of blood. She takes a step back, and she swears the blood has a pink sheen to it. Her mouth starts to salivate uncontrollably, and before she knows it, she crouches down and dips a pinky into it, bringing it to her mouth. The instant smile that hits her face and the weight of everyone just falls off her shoulders.

Before she knows it, she fully kneels down and starts to drink from the puddle like an animal. By the time she pulls back, the puddle is gone, and she feels amazing! Then she realizes she just drank the blood of another human and promptly crawls back and away from it in horror. She'd think to herself, "What the hell!? I'm the head of the kiramman house, the best shot in all the enforcers, and the best detective! But not only did I ruin the scene by tampering with it, I drank from a puddle of blood!"

She would shakily stand up and walk away, telling everyone that this was just another normal scene created by Jinx and that she found no notable evidence. Though they don't mention anything of the manic smile she has while talking about this because they'd rather not be fired. She sleeps like a baby that night, but the next day, she feels horrible again. She gets informed of an ongoing fight with jinx, and she heads there immediately (ignoring the excitement brewing in her chest). Jinx laughs as she notices her and runs down an alleyway by herself, and caitlyn gives chase.

Jinx would laugh as she was chased, saying, "Well, nice to see you too, cupcake! Did you miss me?" Caitlyn would snarl in response and toss her sniper away and grab her knife. She doesn't know why she feels the need to make jinx bleed, but she has to. They'd get into a heated fight, and as caitlyn wrestles Jinx to the floor, she knicks jinxes cheek, causing it to bleed. She freezes while straddling her as jinx pants beneath her.

Before either of them realize it, caitlyn leans down and starts to lick it off of jinxes face. Jinx would giggle and say, "Woah! Down girl! Bad dog, bad dog!"

Caitlyn would pull back, panting and her pupils blown wide as she stammers out, "I... I don't know why I did that..." Jinx would look up at her and realize that caitlyn acted the exact same when she fed her blood to caitlyn.

Jinx would laugh and say, "I ever tell you why I'm so fast and can heal so quick?"

Caitlyn would respond with, "No...?"

Jinx would take the knife out of caitlyns hands and slash her hand again as she says, "I'm made up of shimmer, cupcake. My body produces it on its own now. And I think...", lifting up her palm to caitlyn, "That you're addicted to it. To me. Or maybe you aren't. Don't lick it up if that's the case. Prove me wrong." Caitlyns mouth would dry at the sight before she leans into jinxes palm and laps it up hungrily. Jinx would smile and say, "Aww... whose a good pup? That's right, you are!"

Caitlyns brain would sing to her at jinxes praise before she nodded to agree. Jinx would push against caitlyn and say, "Now get off of me, dummy." Caitlyn would nod and get up off of her, even going as far to help jinx up. Jinx would cup caitlyns cheek and say, "How's my pup feeling? Feeling good? Happy? Ecstatic?"

Caitlyn would nod with a dumb smile and say meekly, "Pup feels good. Feels really good."

Jinx would pat her cheek and pull it away as she says, "Atta girl. You know what? I think this worked out real well for us, cupcake. Real well indeed."

The enforcers would never find caitlyn after that. Of course, they didn't know that caitlyn was living down in zaun with Jinx in her workshop. Cait would help Jinx improve all her weaponry and explosives and tell her how the enforcers operated. In return, jinx would praise her and feed her her own blood. If caitlyn wasn't fed every couple of hours, she'd get feisty and irritable (much to jinxes amusement and dismay, not that she really minds). But when she was fed? She was the happiest woman in all of piltover and zaun. Sure, her girlfriend/nemesis/pseudo owner caused chaos and destruction, and she wasn't allowed to leave the workshop, but she made caitlyn happy and high, and wasn't that all that matters at this point?

[theambivalentagender]

Fellow writers/comic artists/people involved in the writing thing in some way:

Do you ever get this problem where you watch a bunch of media produced and set in another country, and then when you go to write all the dialogue starts coming into your head filtered in the accent(s) and manners of speech of that country that are distinctly different from where you've set your work?

I've watched all of Good Omens twice in the past week and now as I'm trying to plan out the next Valley Echoes comic everyone's suddenly got strong British/Scottish accents.

[dykedvonte]

I think a big misunderstanding is the power people give Curly to actually change things about the way the pony express operates or could’ve done things on the Tulpar.

We are talking about a company that docks pay for bad synergy despite mandated psych evals that should tell which staff members would work well together, only allots for 5 hours of sleep despite having literally no other tasks to truly do and locks all resources behind the access of one person. The last one is likely to manage resources and make it easier to justify collective punishment and blaming one person for it; someone needs something in “excess” or the captain gives in? It’s all on them your pay is docked. Instant resentment.

It’s insidious how the company works, it’s by design to distract you from coming after them, to force tensions to line their own pockets. With all the restrictions and forced interactions, altercations are bound to happen. 5 hours of sleep a day, limited sources of entertainment, no real tasks… the monotony alone would cause bad cabin fever, mix that with just only one absolute mediator and you get the exact environment that allows shit like in the game to happen.

The idea he could just complain and try to throw his weight around to get them to dig into their pocket for the crews comfort is laughable and misses the predatory and dehumanizing aspect of capitalism the Pony Express represents. Curly was and is still just another asset to them. Being a top show pony doesn’t mean he’s anywhere close to the actual top. He is the top of the working ladder, not whoever’s in corporate, he wouldn’t even be on the bottom step unlike what Jimmy perceives. The resounding recommendations he would get are almost mocking as they throw him out like nothing just like the rest. Being a shitty fucking company, how much do you bet they’d mean anything anyways, especially since he wanted to leave the field all together.

He made a fuss and they didn’t listen, he says he should’ve done more but you can tell he knows it wouldn’t have changed anything. Jobs like this are willing to make a sacrifice if it means even a penny more. Curly makes a bigger fuss they likely would’ve just found an “unrelated” reason to fire him, hired a more pliable guy or, terrifyingly, promoted Jimmy. The company was failing, going to shut down whether anything happened on the ship or not. But knowing that they were shutting down and that everyone, including him, would be out of a job with this being their last paycheck, he had to factor in not destroying the last bit of their financial stabilities combined with every other issue on the vessel and his own. He gets another cryopod or locks and then he has to break to them that they are not only fired but there will be substantial cuts to their paychecks due to the “upgrades” (things that already should’ve been in place on their part) on top of anything else that could be docked along the way.

You can blame him for saying it so early into the trip but then again, if he mentioned it later who’s to say it wouldn’t have been worse? On the capitalism side alone how would people in a galaxy away from home, out of a job and already stir crazy react? Don’t get me started on how Jimmy would have reacted if he realized he only had two days left to fix what would be a very hard to miss “problem” in his head…

I can’t even consider explaining this as devils advocate because it’s just facts of the world we and they live in and factors that heavily affected the situation. People are just so quick to make claims on the ease of the choices when P.E literally makes it hard to choose to do anything but suck it up.

[allisluv]

blurb idea!! your children (two girls one boy) plan a dinner date for you and finnick! they have a table set up on the porch and a whole menu (5 and 7 year old’s handwriting) of gourmet meals (grilled cheese and tomato soup) for the both of you. they dress up in their nicest clothes while they play chefs and waiter. i can imagine desert just being two scoops of ice cream and a chocolate chip cookie 😭. but nonetheless, the children receive all of the earned extra cuddles and kisses before bed for their effort🤗.

grilled cheese and tomato soup.

pairing: finnick o'dair x wife!reader

content warnings: pre-established relationship (duh), finnick and reader have three children (kai, cordelia and marina), set post war, not edited, minor angst at the beginning but it's only for like three paragraphs i promise, other than that, it's just pure fluff <3

word count: 1.4k

Summers are always warm in District Four, and beads of sweat roll down the back of your neck as you sit at your vanity table and slowly but surely add the finishing details to your latest project for work. The window is cracked open to let a breeze in, but even that in itself is warm.

Finnick is folding laundry and putting it away into the wardrobe. As the two of you work away in silence, you can hear the occasional giggle or squeal from your three children, reminding you that they’re fine in the other room.

You’re the first to notice that their laughter has seemed to fizzle out, and dread fills your veins as you pluck the pen from between your teeth and set it down on the table. “Finnick.”

He must take note of the panic in your voice, because he immediately stops what he’s doing. “Are you okay?” He asks, brows furrowed as he maneuvers around the king sized bed and stops at your side. He tilts your head in his direction and coaxes you into looking at him when he tips your chin upwards. “Talk to me.” His voice is steady and even, and it helps ground you.

“I can’t hear them.” You choke out, pressing a hand over your heart. Every single instinct in your body tells you to move, but your feet are rooted to the floor. “The kids. I can’t hear them anymore. I can’t hear them laughing.” You gesture to the bedroom door that leads into the other rooms.

Finnick strains to listen, and he realises that he can’t hear them, either. Still, he remains calm; he knows that freaking out will not prove to be any good for either one of you. “It’s okay. That’s more of a mischevious silence that anything.” He teases, mentally reminding himself that everything is alright. Coin and Snow are both dead. There are no more games. They’re safe now. “Come on. Lets go see what those three are up to.”

You swallow around the lump in your throat and grip his hand. Finnick squeezes once then twice, a silent reassurance that he is there with you.

When you don’t move an inch, he puts a steady hand on your lower back and steers you out of the bedroom, down the hallway, and into the kitchen. The sound of childish whispering meets both of your ears and you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding in the first place.

Finnick offers you a small smile as he slowly feels the dread being pulled out of his body. “There. See?” He presses his lips to your forehead. “It’s all okay. I mean, they might burn the house down if we don’t go see what they’re up to, but they’re okay.”

You laugh and lean into his touch as he cups your cheek in his hand. He presses another lingering kiss to your forehead before using his hip to push open the kitchen door and stepping inside.

“Daddy!” Your youngest, Cordelia, screams, and abandons whatever she was doing in favour of running through the length of the kitchen towards her father.

Finnick lets go of your hand to catch Cordelia when she throws herself at him. Hoisting her onto her hip, he boops her on the house, and grins when she dissolves into a fit of giggles. “What have you three been up to, hm?” Cordelia buries her face in the crook of his neck instead of answering, and he lets out a hum. “Something mischevious then, I’m assuming.”

You shake your head fondly and peek your head around the corner, where the twins, Marina and Kai, are wearing their best clothes and arguing over the George Forman maker.

“I should do it!” Marina protests, cocking her hip out.

“I’m older!” Kai retorts with just as much overexaggeration.

“By, like, three minutes! And you’ve never used the grilled cheese maker before.”

“Then show me!”

“You’re seven.”

“So are you.”

You laugh from where you’re standing and their little heads whip around so fast that you wonder if they gave themselves whiplash. “Technically speaking, neither of you should be using that. It’s too dangerous. And get off that chair before you break a bone, please, Mari.”

Marina does as she was told and uses her brothers shoulder to steady herself as she clambers back down with a huff. She stirs a pot with something inside of it, while Kai tries his best to distract you with his award-winning puppy-dog eyes.

Kai tugs on the bottom of your sweatpants. “Mommy.”

“Yes, baby?”

“Come with me.” He demands. You raise a brow. “Please.” He adds, and you relent, letting him take you by the hand and lead you out of the kitchen. He collects Cordelia and his dad on the way to the back door, and then he pushes down on the handle and opens it, pushing both Finnick and you out onto the patio.

Golden fairy lights have been poorly strung up around the wooden bannisters that allow you a bit of privacy and a linen tablecloth has been draped across the patio table. Two chairs are perched on either side of the table, instead of the usual five, and an unlit candle is positioned in the middle.

Cordelia’s chewing on her fingers, but takes them out of her mouth long enough to say, “Ta-da!”

You look around incredously, trying to take in the transformation of your back patio. “What’s all this for, hm?” You ask as Kai pushes you to sit in one of the chairs and then moves to do the same with his father. Finnick laughs but goes willingly, settling in the seat opposite you.

Kai stands up straight before shooting his little sister a pointed look and gesturing for her to stand up and get off of their father’s lap. Cordelia pouts but does as asked, sulking next to Kai. “We have made you dinner.” He announces.

Finnick arches an eyebrow and glances at you from across the table. You shrug, instructing him to go along with it. “Is that so?” Kai nods earnestly. Finnick leans forward in his chair, rests his chin in the palm of his hand, and indulges his son. “So, waiter, what’s on the menu tonight?”

Kai pulls a crumpled pad of paper out of his pocket and you stifle a laugh into your hand. Kai looks at you, not impressed in the slightest. “It is not funny, Mommy.” You school your expression and nod to let him know that he has your full attention. Finnick snickers. “We have tomato soup and grilled cheese.”

You gasp dramatically. “No dessert?”

Kai rolls his eyes, ever the moody one. “That’s a surprise, Mommy.” He says as if it was obvious.

“Oh, yes, silly me.”

Kai pretends to look at his non-existent watch. “I got to go.” He takes Cordelia’s hand and leaves without another word.

You and Finnick break into hysterics the second your children are out of earshot and you reach for his hand across the table. He brings your knuckles to his lips and kisses your wedding band. “Well, at least we can’t say they never did anything for us.” He muses.

You laugh. “No, I suppose we can’t.”

The both of you sit in a comfortable, loving silence until Kai, Cordelia and Marina come out with a bowl of tomato soup and a bread roll for each of you. Cordelia sneaks back onto her dad’s lap, robs his bread roll, and munches away on it happily.

Kai pinches the bridge of his nose and mutters under his breath about how, “Its impossible to find the staff these days,” before marching back into the kitchen.

“I swear, that kid is an old man reincarnated,” You giggle.

Finnick hums his agreement and blows on a spoonful of soup to feed Cordelia.

As promised, the next course is a grilled cheese sandwich that is practically as hard as a rock and disintegrating in your hands. Nevertheless, both you and Finnick reassure Marina that you prefer it that way.

Cordelia spills the secret on dessert, but the two of you promise not to tell Kai and Marina that you know. Both of you put on your best surprised faces when two scoops of vanilla ice-cream and two chocolate chip cookies are served, and the kids are none the wiser.

Finnick gives the three of them a well-deserved massive slice of chocolate cake and a mug of hot cocoa each for their effort. You and Finnick take them to the beach to burn off some energy, and when you come home, they crash out, but not before getting the cuddles and forehead kisses that they earnt.

[rafesangelita]

♡ ࣪when a movie night with your best friend ends with you and rafe naked underneath your blankets..

warnings: bsf!rafe, fluff, cuddling, sexual tension, reader is a little bold in this one, heavy petting, tit play, dirty talk, degradation, oral (m. & f. receiving), face sitting, face fucking, hair pulling, choking, biting, finger sucking, size kink, unprotected sex, rough sex, multiple orgasms

a/n: movie night dates are my fav <3

wc: 2.3k

“they have the whole twilight series on here..” rafe looked away from your tv, and at your bare legs as you stepped out of your bathroom, a pair of sleep shorts and one of his t-shirts adorning your body. “oooh, put it on!” you joined rafe under the covers, leaning into him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. anyone from the outside would’ve looked at you and rafe and thought you two were a little too close to be best friends, and while they might be right, you and rafe loved being close like this.

“i’m surprised you’re wearing a sweatshirt,” you tugged at the soft material, “i like it.” rafe looked down at you, the corner of his lips quirking. “yeah?” he pulled you closer, his large palm splaying across your lower back. you hummed breathing in his cologne. he was so warm and just so big, you couldn’t help but snuggle into him more. the movie started playing, the soundtrack playing softly in the background as you two fell into a comfortable silence.

“these are the movies you watch strictly for the vibes, because the acting is terrible.” you gasped at rafe’s words, unintentionally moving against his front side. he cursed under his breath, backing away slightly so you couldn’t feel his hardening cock through his sweatpants. “it’s not that bad.” you giggled, backing up on him which only made rafe shut his eyes. he was trying his hardest to keep his cool right now, but with the way your shorts rode up past the curves of your ass, it was nearly impossible.

rafe was growing fidgety, his movements not going unnoticed by you. “are you okay?” you turned around, his cheeks flushed pink as a thin sheen of sweat coated his skin. “yeah— yes, i’m just uhm.. i’m burning up in this sweatshirt.” you took your bottom lip between your teeth, your fingers dancing along the hem of his shirt. “so take it off.” rafe swallowed thickly, feeling your nails graze just above his v-line. “what?” he laughed nervously, waiting for you to say you were kidding. “..take it off.” you repeated, watching the way rafe’s chest rose up and down with every breath.

even though you two constantly teetered the edge of what friends did and didn’t do, rafe always made sure to never cross the line.. unless you wanted to, of course. “a-are you sure?” rafe was already going through a mental battle, his jaw ticking when you took it upon yourself to pull his sweatshirt over his head. tonguing his cheek, you and rafe shared a glance before you averted your attention back to the tv. “can you hold me?” rafe knew he couldn’t say no to you, nor did he want to.

letting you rest your head on his bicep, he pulled you against his chest, his hand slipping under your, his, t-shirt. it was hard to focus with his hand on your tummy, his hard-on nestled between your cheeks while his breath fanned the back of your neck. you only lasted ten minutes like this, your hips moving on their own accord as rafe trailed his hand further up your torso. he froze when he felt the swells of your breasts against his thumb, a curse leaving his lips as he whispered in your ear.

“you’re fuckin’ killing me right now.” he groaned, taking one of your tits in his hand. you arched into him, reaching behind you to palm him through his pants. resting his head in the curve of your neck, rafe licked a stripe up against your skin, his tongue running over the sensitive spot of your flesh. you moaned, the sound making his cock stir. you’ve wanted rafe like this for so long, you couldn’t believe he was finally touching you the way you’ve wanted for so long.

craning your neck so you could see his face, you continued stroking him through his pants, his lips finding yours before he slipped his freehand under the waistband of your shorts. “no panties either? fuck, you were just begging for this cock weren’t you?” you whimpered a ‘mhmmm’, before you felt his middle and ring fingers dip between your folds. “what the fuck? you’re soaked..” he grazed your clit, your body jolting in pure unadulterated pleasure.

“when did that happen, huh? was it when you took my shirt off?” rafe slid his fingers down to your entrance, gathering the pool of wetness there before gliding his digits back up to your sensitive bundle of nerves, “or was it when you got under the covers and put your ass where i needed you most?” he whispered the last part, admiring the way your eyebrows knitted together in desperation, your lips glossy with his spit.

“please, i need you so bad, ray!” you cried, refraining from whining when he took his hand out of your shorts. bringing his digits up to your lips, you welcomed them in your mouth where rafe watched you suck your sweetness off of them. “you’re such a fuckin’ whore, i didn’t even need to ask you to do that.” he watched with a dark gaze, your tongue swirling around his fingers and sucking them as if it was something else. “you look so pretty when you’re cock hungry..” rafe teased, pulling away from you to take his sweats off.

you got on your knees, crawling to the edge of the bed where rafe stood fully naked. he was so hard, your mouth practically watered when he pulled you closer to him by your chin. “can i please taste you?” you gazed up at him with those watery eyes as he threaded his fingers through your hair. “oh, how sweet of you for asking,” he tugged at the hair on your scalp, his cock just centimeters away from your face, “do whatever you want with it, ‘pretty. it’s yours.”

you gave him that smile that made him fall in love with you all those months ago before licking a stripe up from the underside of his length, lapping up the pre cum that managed to dribble down his cock. rafe was mesmerized as he watched you, your pretty eyes never leaving his as you managed to wrap your lips around his sensitive tip. he was so big compared to you, he worried about how you’d be able to take it all. slowly, you kept lowering yourself until he bottomed out in your throat, the man above you in complete awe.

rafe was turned on beyond belief, the urge to just wrap his fists in your hair and fuck your face until you’re choking on it made him feral. you stilled, swallowing around him until he had to pull you off. “are you fucking with me right now? you want me to cum inside your mouth that bad?” he squeezed your cheeks together, landing a harsh smack to your ass. you yelped, nodding frantically as he pulled his t-shirt off of your body. with your tits now on full display, rafe balled your hair up and lowered you down onto his cock again.

you doubled over, your back arching as he thrusted into your mouth at an unforgiving speed. the sounds coming from between your lips were nothing short of obscene, heavy tears now rolling down your cheeks. rafe couldn’t formulate a single thought, his brain empty as he reveled in the feeling of your throat taking his cock. he fantasized about this for so many nights, wanting nothing more than to have you at his mercy and letting him take you however he wanted. fuck, he just knew you’d let him too. his pretty little best friend finally taking his cock, he could just cum at the thought.

as if rafe was brought back to earth from floating on cloud nine, he groaned when the band in his stomach snapped, his high washing over him in waves of pure ecstasy. his cum shot down your throat, the thick white ropes painting your tongue as his thrusts grew sloppy, his hold on your hair loosening as he let out a string of curses. “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..” rafe lost himself like never before, a hiss leaving his lips as you kept bobbing your head, desperate to take each drop.

“y/n—” he shuddered, pushing you away before you could keep going. overstimulated and out of breath, rafe pulled you up to look at your face. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t think i was going to finish that fast..” he was slightly embarrassed, but even more confused as you shook your head. “it’s okay!” you pecked his lips, batting your eyelashes at him as if he didn’t just cum in your mouth without permission. “where is it?” he cupped your cheeks, your mouth clean of any cum.

“what?” you whispered, equally as confused until rafe’s eyes widened in realization. “did you fuckin’ swallow it?” his thumbs hooked between your lips, opening your mouth to check for himself. he couldn’t put into words how bad he wanted you right now, the simple fact that you took what he gave you so eagerly made him tackle you back down on your sheets, his lips melting against yours in an instant. you welcomed him between your thighs, moaning in his mouth as he took your shorts off.

“sit on my face.” he rolled over, pulling you on top of him. you didn’t have any time to process what was happening before he pulled your thighs down on either sides of his head. rafe wasted no time, his tongue flicking between your folds. you gasped, scrambling to grip his arms as he dragged your hips across his mouth. “you taste amazing, holy fuck.” he circled your clit, sucking the sensitive bud before digging his fingers into your skin.

you cried out, eyes fluttering shut as you clenched around nothing. “f-feels so good, rafe!” the man beneath you moaned, his chest filling with pride as you writhed on top of him. despite his mouth working wonders on your soaked cunt, you felt so empty, wanting nothing more than to feel the delicious stretch of his cock. “need you inside, ray,” you looked down at him, “please fuck me.” grunting at your words, rafe gave you a nod.

standing up on shaky legs, rafe sat up against your headboard before pulling you back down on his lap. “wait— i don’t have any condoms.” rafe was panting, his lips glistening with your slick. “so?” you kissed him, grinding helplessly on his cock. “you’re okay with that? if i don’t use one?” you hummed, trailing kissing across his toned chest. “fuck— okay, baby.” rafe wrapped an arm around your waist, lifting you up as you reached down and lined him up with entrance. making sure you were looking at his face, rafe lowered you slowly, both of you moaning as you sunk down on his length.

you felt so warm and tight wrapped around him like this, both of you shuddering once he filled you to the hilt. “you okay?” his voice was gentle as he spoke to you, his fingers stroking your chin as you nodded. “yes, i just feel so full.” you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck. “listen to me,” rafe started, “you’re not just my best friend after this. me and you? we’re together, alright?” you blinked, a smile gracing your features as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “really?” you felt giddy, your small laugh being cut short when he moved his hips.

“yes, really..” he trailed off, “i need you to know that i love and respect you, because the way i’m gonna fuck you right now? you just might forget.” you were about to question what he meant when he bear hugged you and started thrusting into you from below, your lips parting as a shriek ripped itself from your throat. “oh, fuck!” you rarely cursed, the word throwing rafe for a loop before he smirked to himself. “you cussing now, angel? is the dick that good?” you buried your face in his chest, unintentionally biting down on the flesh as his thighs smacked the bottoms of your ass.

rafe’s force was brutal, his tip kissing your cervix with every movement of his hips. “yes! yes, it’s so good!” you cried, holding onto him for dear life. “i’ve thought about doing this for so long,” he groaned, “just’ wanted you to be mine already.” rafe looked up at you as if you weren’t real, like you’d disappear into thin air if he didn’t hold you tight. he continued like this, leaving open mouth kisses between your neck and shoulder, your head knocking against the headboard.

“shit— sorry.” he laid you down, pinning your knees to your chest before slamming back into you again. nothing could top this, you were sure of it. with rafe pounding into you like there was no tomorrow, and his fingers now rubbing your clit, it wasn’t long before you were sobbing out, both you and rafe kissing each other as your orgasm hit you, quite literally stealing your breath away. rafe came twice, unaware that he could even do that within a fifteen minute time span.

your stomach caved in as you attempted to breathe, your heart beating in your ears as your back arched off of your sheets. “..rafe,” your voice just barely above a whisper before you gasped, the man on top of you cradling your head as he watched you come undone beneath him. you were crying, moaning hysterically as your high came over you, rendering you speechless while rafe marveled at the sight. “too much?” you nodded, rafe pulling out before shushing you with a peck to your lips.

you were still going through the aftershocks of your orgasm when he pulled the blanket over you two, both of you flushed against each other as he eased you down from your high. as if the moment couldn’t get any better with you shyly smiling at each other, the song ‘roslyn’ started playing from the movie, both of you stroking the other’s skin. “are we really together now, or were you just thinking with your other head?” rafe laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist. “no i meant it.” he traced the curve of your lips, admiring you until you fell asleep.

[jeonginsleftcheek]

surprise!

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader

genre: smut, roommates to lovers

wc: 2.7k

warnings: humping, dirty talk, oral (f), squirting, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: aight listen - i needed some time to process his new look and now i'm wet for him. he has a tongue piercing in this fic bcs ever since i gave one to rockstar!hyunjin i can't stop thinking about it (and tattoos). he is the moment😩💅🏻❤️

~ masterlist

Fucking hell.

Your hot roommate somehow managed to become hotter than he already was even after he gave you a good scare.

You were used to seeing his fluffy hair flying around everywhere, him tying it up while he was painting or cooking, putting it behind his ear constantly as a habit.

But the hair you were so fond of (even though you found strands of it everywhere in your apartment) was completely gone.

Without any prior announcement too.

You were just finishing up with dinner when he came home, strolling in casually and greeting you as he opened the fridge to grab a cold drink.

You greeted back, not even looking up as you were concentrating on cutting up some veggies.

You made small talk as always, you were kinda close and didn't mind sharing your day to each other over a meal.

Something was weird, you noticed out of the corner of your eye and when you lifted your head to look up, you almost cut your finger off.

"What the fuck?!" you practically screamed and Hyunjin laughed before smirking at you.

"Surprise?"

"Damn right it is." you stared at him in disbelief.

It was different. His long hair was comforting to you as sometimes he even let you braid it or play with it when you hung out and seeing him now was a shock.

His facial features stood out more and you couldn't help but admire his jawline, his nose, his eyebrows, heck even his ears were pretty.

It was unfair that he looked so good.

"I think our dinner's burning." he smirked knowingly and you shrieked, quickly turning the stove off and moving the pot aside.

Even as you sat down to eat, your eyes were glued to him.

"I'm guessing you don't hate it since you keep looking at me." he said, smirking again.

"Hate it? Far from that. I think you look h- well... um." you bit your tongue.

You never made a move on him even though you wanted to so many times, he drove you crazy every day, testing your mental strength as he strolled around shirtless, sometimes only with a towel wrapped around his middle, still wet from his shower. And you had a feeling he knew what he was doing, he was playing with you and he knew you were gonna eat out of his hand no matter what he does.

If you say it now, it'll be there on the table, laid out for him to make the next move.

You were sure the sly bastard was teasing you constantly.

"I look what? Say it." he dared you.

You put your fork down, wiping your mouth as you looked at him again.

"Hot. I think you look hot." you said, your heart beating out of your chest.

"Damn, did I have to shave my head for you to finally admit that?" he smirked and yes you were furious.

But you were also turned on at the way he was eye-fucking you and licking his plump lips, making sure to put his pretty tongue piercing on display.

Fuck, it was even hotter now.

"Shut up." you threw a napkin at him and he laughed at your feeble attempt to chase him away.

"Make me." he bit on his lip.

You didn't expect that.

"Make you?" your thighs pressed together, your stomach filling up with butterflies as you felt arousal gather on your pussy.

"Yeah, shut me up. Be creative with it." he smirked.

You observed him shortly as you felt annoyance and arousal rise inside you, wilding like the sea that was constantly spilling between your legs.

You stood up, pushing your chair back, almost making it fall down before you rounded the table to his side.

Hyunjin had a shit-eating grin on his face, manspreading in the chair as he looked up at you as if he was inviting you to sit in his lap.

You grabbed his chin making his eyes flutter instantly as you leaned in closer to his face.

God, he was beautiful.

"What are you waiting for, doll?" he smirked.

God, he angered you so badly.

So you crashed your lips on his, finally tasting him, feeling his soft lips move against yours.

Your hand slid on his face, his soft skin under your fingertips as you made your way to his hair.

Hyunjin was smirking into the kiss as you swiped your tongue over his lips, pushing it into his mouth to play with him, your hand finally touching his hair and it was surprisingly soft as you caressed him.

Hyunjin's large hands grabbed at you, pulling you into his lap as you whimpered into his mouth.

The kiss was sloppy, full of slurping sounds and teeth clanking occasionally but neither of you cared.

"Creative enough?" you asked when you parted for air, his lips were swollen and glistening with spit and you were sure yours were the mirror image.

"I think you can do better." he noted, the annoying smirk playing on his lips as always.

You held his face as you crashed your lips on his once more, kissing him harder and Hyunjin gripped at your hips before his hands slid down to your ass.

You bit on his bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth and making him groan. His hand lifted up as he smacked your ass and you accidentally grinded against his growing bulge.

You froze for a moment and he looked at you hazily, his cheeks rosy, and a lazy smile, he looked even more edible than moments ago.

"Backing out?" he asked.

"N-no." you whined as he gripped your ass and pressed you into him, slightly moving against your core.

"Want me to take the lead, doll?" he asked with a smirk and you really didn't want to give him the satisfaction but he was already on it, leaning in as he started kissing your neck.

You shivered as he massaged your ass, slowly moving his clothed length against you and making your panties even more soaked.

Your hands were on his head and the back of his neck, touching him and getting used to the feel of it.

Hyunjin bit into your flesh, sucking on it and you wanted so badly to pull on his hair but you couldn't so you gripped the back of his neck, making him whine as his hands traveled under your shirt.

You were glad you didn't wear your bra as Hyunjin went straight for your tits, grabbing at them and playing with your nipples as he kept leaving marks on your neck.

You literally thought in that moment that he was going to make you cum in your panties, you felt so pathetic for letting him win so fast but he stopped all his movement, making you whine.

"Shh, doll." Hyunjin shushed you, grabbing your shirt and sliding it off, tossing it somewhere aside.

He looked at your tits as if he was in a trance but before you let him come near them, you tugged on his shirt so he took it off.

He had a few tattoos here and there and you wanted to press your lips to every single one, trace them with your tongue as if you were drawing on him.

Hyunjin didn't notice your mesmerized face because he was focused on your breasts, he finally leaned in and wrapped his lips around your nipple, moaning as he started sucking.

You whimpered, throwing your head back as you ran your fingers on the back of his neck.

Hyunjin's tongue lapped at your nipple, his hand sliding down into your panties.

You jolted a little, you didn't think he was this impatient but his fingers already found your puffy clit as he pressed into it and started moving them in circles.

You gripped his head, holding him down as he sucked on your breast harshly, making him whine around you as he sped up with his fingers.

"So wet for me, you're dripping." he ran his fingertips on your folds, gathering your wetness before he pulled them out of your panties and brought them to your mouth.

"Taste yourself." he smirked and you complied, opening your mouth as you moved against him, needing to feel anything as you sucked on his fingers.

He kept smirking as his other hand gripped your breasts, playing with them and you were just about to explode.

You gripped his wrist and pulled his hand away.

"I need more." you whimpered and he chuckled.

"Mm. What would that be?" he wrapped his arms around you, leaning in to kiss your collarbone and your breasts.

"Hyunjin, stop teasing me or so help me god-"

"What are you gonna do doll?" he smirked up at you, pressing your chest against his skin.

He was so warm and you wanted to drown in him.

You were about to get so annoyed with his teasing as you stood up, but Hyunjin followed you quickly, one arm wrapped around you as he moved the plates aside, making room to sit you up on the table.

You gasped in shock, looking back at the half finished dinner Hyunjin just pushed on the side, his fingers hooking into your pants.

"Here? Hyunjin, we eat here." you tried to scold him but he giggled.

"Oh, I'm gonna eat." he smirked, pulling your pants down and throwing them aside as you whimpered.

"Hyun!" your voice came out high pitched as he ran his fingers over the wet patch on your panties.

"All this for me?" he stared at you and you shivered under his gaze.

"Y-yeah." you swallowed, shivering in anticipation.

Hyunjin spread your legs before kneeling down, making you grip the table when his breath hit your core.

He leaned in, his lips attaching to your clothed clit as he licked at it, making the fabric even more wet before he started sucking on it.

"H-Hyun!" you moaned, your hand flying to his head to push him into you.

He smirked against you, tongue lapping over your folds as his nose pressed into your clit.

"P-please." you moaned, already grinding against his perfect face.

"Ah fuck it, I'm still hungry." he teased before pushing your panties aside, his tongue gathering your sweet juices as he moaned into you.

Your legs trembled as he started to suck on your clit, moaning constantly as if he was the one getting head, not you.

You kept running your hands on his soft hair, pushing him closer to you as he ate you out teasingly slowly, his tongue lapping at your insides, drinking from you, his piercing driving you crazy.

You needed more, faster, deeper and your legs started closing around his head but Hyunjin gripped your thighs, forcing you open as he kept eating you out like you were the last meal he was ever going to have.

You grinded against his face, his nose kept pressing against your clit as he fucked you with his tongue and soon your legs were shaking.

You kept him pressed against you and he moaned into your pussy, making out with your lower lips and you were losing your mind.

It didn't take much longer for you to explode on his face and tongue and Hyunjin eagerly licked it all up.

"Fuck." you groaned as he lifted up, licking around his swollen lips.

He looked at you as if he still wasn't satiated, as if he was going to devour you whole and at that moment you wanted him to.

"I could do that for hours." he whined, hand gripping at his obvious bulge.

"Why didn't you?" you smirked, still breathless.

"I wanna fuck your little pussy until it's shaped like my cock." he said as he pulled his length out, making you whimper and gasp at his words.

He gave himself a few tugs and you stared at his pretty cock, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

He gripped your panties and pulled them off before standing closer to you.

"H-Hyunjin!" you moaned when he pressed his tip on your folds.

"Gonna be a good doll and take it?" he smirked and you nodded.

He chuckled before pushing in, making you moan loudly as your nails dug into the table beneath you.

It wasn't the most comfortable thing to lay on but the feeling of Hyunjin stretching you with his cock and filling you up so perfectly made your mind cloudy.

He leaned closer to you and you gripped at his arms immediately as he held your hips, thrusting into you semi-fast.

"F-fuck..." you moaned, already on edge and it was embarrassing.

"How many times have you fantasized about me, hm babygirl?" Hyunjin smirked as he pressed himself closer to you, his cock massaging your cervix as his happy trail rubbed against your skin.

You opened your lips to speak as he held your hip, his other hand lifting up to put your hair behind your ear.

Before you could answer, your pussy clenched around him and you came all over his cock, tears flooding your eyes instantly.

"You came already?" he laughed mockingly as you dug your nails in his shoulders.

"I- I-" you were about to actually cry. This has never happened to you.

"It's okay doll. I know you're desperate for my cock. I think that makes you even cuter." he smirked as he started fucking you harder, the table with all the plates and glasses clattering.

"Ah!" you moaned repeatedly, not able to form any coherent words or sentences as he fucked you dumb on your kitchen table.

You wrapped your arms and legs around him as Hyunjin continued pounding into you, leaning closer again so he could grunt in your ear as you touched his soft short hair again, at this point the new look was making you feel even more aroused.

"I knew this pussy was greedy for my cock. Look how she's sucking me in." he looked down at where his length disappeared inside you so you followed his eyes, whimpering when you got the visual of his cock covered in your white cream fucking in and out of you.

"Shit!" you clenched around him again as he looked up at you.

"You gonna cum for me again?" he smirked, fucking you with even more force, the plates were dangerously close to the edge of the table.

"Y-yes!" you whimpered, completely dizzy and out of your mind as you squirted around his cock, your pussy gripping him so tightly that Hyunjin couldn't help it as he twitched inside you.

You scratched at his back as he dug his nails into your hips, filling you up with spurts of hot cum.

A crash startled you as he lazily fucked into you, trying to hold onto his high as long as possible and both of you looked up, seeing that one of the plates had fallen on the floor, smashing into pieces.

"Oh." Hyunjin groaned as he caged your head with his arms before he leaned down to kiss you, pressing his wet body against yours.

Both of you were sticky and wet and you couldn't believe you just let your hot roommate fuck you on the table in your kitchen.

He pulled out and chuckled at the mess.

"Wow you did a number on my back." Hyunjin noticed his reflection in the window, his back red with scratches.

"That's cause you didn't have any hair I could pull on." you smirked as you sat up.

"The way you held onto me I wouldn't have any left." he smirked back and you slapped his arm, giggling at him.

"I take it your really like my new hair." he leaned his hands on the table, caging you in again.

"I really like you." you said, your face heating up.

"I know you do, doll. Why do you think I've been teasing you? I was just waiting for you to finally react." he winked and you wanted to smack him but he caught your hand and held it.

"I really like you too." he said before kissing you.

"We should clean up the mess." you said as you leaned back.

"We should. After round two. Or more. Who knows." Hyunjin wiggled his eyebrows before lifting you up in his arms and making you squeal as he carried you towards your bedroom.

You were in for a long night.

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PART 2 OF PRISONER!GETO

prisoner!geto who can’t stop thinking about late at night, getting so worked up and horny, the most horny he’s been in a while. He’s pulling his pants down, closing his eyes while he pictures the way your scrubs clung to your body and showed off your ass. He thanks god he doesn’t have a bunkie or else he’d be in a real awkward position. He purposely gets into another fight a week later, the wound on his lip opening back up. He’s smiling to himself as he gets walked to the infirmary knowing he’ll see you there.

“Not you again,” you sigh.

“Told you I’d see you soon, doctor.” He sits on the small bed, watching as you put on gloves and examine his busted lip. He can tell you’re avoiding eye contact with him, trying your hardest to ignore his stares and slight touches. “Have you thought about my offer yet?” He asks.

You gulp, blinking as you rub the ointment over his wound. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You play stupid, but you remember your last conversation so clearly. It makes you nervous. All he does is laugh.

“Come on. I’ll even beg.” He grabs your wrist, slowing pulling it down, a smug smirk on his handsome face. “You telling me you haven’t thought about it once since we last seen each other?” He whispers. He parts his legs, pulling you in between them. And god, you smell so good. So sweet. He could just eat you up right here.

You stand there, unable to form words because as much as you want to say no, you want to say yes. He makes your heart race and your pussy wet. What a sly bastard. With his stupid tattoos, muscles, hair and chiseled face. You hate how much effect he has on you.

“Listen,” he rubs a hand down your waist, “meet me in the supply closet by the showers during lunchtime if you’re really down.” He flashed a smile before standing to his feet and walking out the infirmary. “Bye, bye, doctor.”

Come lunchtime, you walked through the halls of the prison, mentally cursing at yourself. It’s just one time, one time. You bet he won’t even be there, that he’s just playing a stupid joke cause he’s bored with himself. And as you reach out to open the supply door, your heart beats against your ribcage, looking around to find the halls empty. You step in, seeing him leaning against the wall, the faint rays of light allowing you to make out some of his features. “Well, look who it is,” he chuckles. “Came here to help me out, doc?” He walks over to you, trapping you between him and the door.

“Shut up already and let’s get it over with.” You smash your lips on his, kissing him with such urgency and fervor. His large hands grab at your ass, squeezing and groping it as he pushes you against the wall, knocking a few things over. You both pull away, breathing heavily, lips swollen. “We gotta be quick,” you whisper, undoing his jumpsuit while he pulls down your pants.

“More eager than I am, huh?” He teases, earning an eye roll from you. “Come here.” He bends you over the small wooden table, snatching your panties off and getting a good feel of your ass. His dick jumps, pre cum already leaking from the swollen tip. He’s already so worked up, so ready to feel your wet and tight cunt. “Fuck,” he grunts, running his head over your sopping slit, nudging your clit slightly. “Already so fucking wet.”

He pushes his throbbing tip past your folds, a small gasp leaving your lips when you feel how thick he is. Inch by inch you feel the stretch, you mouth agape as you try and grow accustomed to his size. Geto’s entire body shivers, his fingers pressing into your skin so hard you’re sure he’d leave marks. “Ohhh shit,” he lets out a shaky breath. God, it’s been so fucking long since he’s had some good pussy and he can already tell he won’t last long. He finally bottoms out, feeling your walls clench around his length, sucking him in. “My god,” he laughs in your ear. “Lemme just enjoy this feeling—fuckkk—for a moment,” he moans, eyes fluttering shut.

He finally starts moving his hips, feeling his tip press against your cervix with each thrust. With each passing second, he gets faster, fucking your harder and rougher, your pussy has got him in a trance. “Pussy feels so fucking good,” he grips your hips, pulling you back towards him so you can meet his thrusts. One of his hands reach around your throat, gripping it just enough as he pulls you back against his broad chest. “Do you fuck all of your patients or am I just special?” He jokes.

“Mmmm…shut—ah—up!” You cry out, whimpering when he presses up against you, finding a new angle that makes your eyes roll back. “Just keep fucking me,”you say with a raspy breath.

“Doctors orders.” He can feel the way your pussy leaks, your juices dripping down his shaft and make his cock ache like never before. It almost hurts. He hold you tighter against him, the sound of skin on skin filling the small room. “You take it so well,” he breathes against your skin, pressing wet kisses to your neck. “So fucking well.” His thrusts grow sloppier, chasing his own orgasm. But in the distance, he hears the guards walking down the hall. “Shh, shh, shh.” His hand covers your mouth, his thrusts becoming slow and deep, letting you feel every inch of his cock, every vein, every pulse before hitting that sweet spot deep inside of you.

Your eyes squeeze shut, trying your hardest to keep quiet, the guard getting closer and closer. Their keys jingle with each step and their voices grow louder. “Atta girl. You feel how fucking deep I am…shiittt. Keep fucking squeezing me like that—yeah, yeah you’re gonna make me fucking cum.” His brows furrow as he bites down as his bottom lip in attempts to contain his moans, but his abs tense up and his entire body shakes before he’s filling you up, stuffing you with his sticky, hot cum. “No, no, don’t you dare move. Just like thattt, oh yes!” His eyes roll back, still cumming. His pushes his cum deeper inside of you, feeling it leak back out before he finally pulls out.

Geto truly wishes he could’ve had more time with you. His mouth drooling over the mere thought of how you taste, wanting to make you cum on his tongue, but for now he’ll have to settle for this. “You came inside me, asshole!” You pull your pants back up, turning to face him.

“Couldn’t let it go to waste.” He reaches out and stroke your cheek. “Right?”

“Whatever.” You swat his hand away. “Where are my underwear?” You look around the dimly lit room before realizing he was holding them.

“I’ll be keeping these for later,” he swung them in your face before stuffing them in his pocket.

“You’re such a pervert.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“You have my cum running down your leg right now.” He places a finger under your chin, tilting it towards him as he leans down and kisses you slowly, his tongue sliding over yours before catching your bottom lip. “Mmm, thank you, doctor.” He smiles before kissing you once more.

You push him off of you, trying to process everything you just did right now. It was so wrong but it felt so right, so good, so intoxicating. “If it makes you feel any better, I get out in six months.”

“No. This was a one time thing.” You place a hand on his chest, shaking your head.

“Was it? Cause I don’t think it was. Not with the way your pussy was squeezing around me. It was almost like she was made for me.” He cups your face, forcing you to look at him. His eyes searches yours, a smile forming at the corner of his lips. “Yeah…it definitely isn’t the last time.”