#anyways. some of these are just traces. because i couldn’t really do much without changing their designs and potential fucking some stuff up

[remxedmoon]

your friends don’t know what to do.

so!! i redrew every single enemy in the game. in the span of like 9 days (excluding the king i made him right after the last update). that’s abbbout 79* drawings total, with only 3 custom ones for once!! i’m so normal. as always, these are free to use with credit!! go nuts!! spritesheets are included <3

got some notes under the cut, along with As Many Enemies As I Could Fit without making this post obnoxiously long. and i failed. i had to swap between the app and browser several times and i still couldn’t fit every drawing. open this post at your own risk (silly).

okay so first of all. what’s with the asterisk. well. I Drew A Lot More Than 79 Assets Actually. they’re getting posted separately, because this post is ABSURDLY long. you can find most of them in the miscellaneous folder, but for a bit of clarity, i added the teleport map and a bunch of ui elements that reference sprites from the icon sheet. and also the game over and loop back animations but i haven’t finished the spritesheets for those because they’re a pain in the ass so they’re not in the drive yet

if you missed my complaining a few days ago, a few enemies might look a bit crunchy in the actual game? specifically, calamité and désespoir were drawn at the wrong size, because their images in the files do not match the spritesheets! i avoided the issue with most of the other enemies, those two just blindsided me. sorry about that!

^sadnesses having inconsistent designs was actually a running theme with these. détresse rock has an unused design in the files (which i managed to catch before having to redo it thankfully), anxiété has extra spikes that don’t appear on the spritesheet (sorry i was too lazy to fix that one), even the version of the friend rescue in the files doesn’t match any of the frames in the spritesheet. hfjfhfj. sorry about the quality issues.

tangentially related to that, massive thank you to @riggedbones for grabbing the individual frames for the animations for me!! they made my life so much easier. vs friends would’ve been so annoying…

speaking of the animations! hi can you tell i’m not an animator. these were my first time doing Anything animation related since, like, middle school. super sorry for the Jank in some of these! the friend rescue looked way better when i drew it 💔💔.

bourdon’s hands also might act a bit odd, my apologies. the sizing ingame is SUPER inconsistent (why is one of the hands SMALLER than the other????). once i’m able to actually test the mod, i’ll try to fix it wauaua.

the 3 custom sprites are for the triplets! i ended up making two versions for each, one that follows the ingame art, and one with my personal designs for them. i like my own designs for them, but they’re a lot easier to tell apart? so if you want to use the ones that fit the gimmick better, they’re also in the drive 👍

this update. was originally going to have way more custom art. i’ve actually got an act 6 siffrin enemy asset in my art program! but school started and i decided it’d be better to just get the normal stuff done. so the mod can actually come out in a reasonable timeframe. promise that’ll all come out Later! sorry about the wait 😓😓😓

also adding this because i almost forgot: no i don’t know if these are compatible with sasasaap. i don’t have the game still and it’s not my main priority atm, apologies!

okay! that was a lot! and there’s a ton of art down here! thank you for reading all this, i’ll be back with the game over animations and teleport map pretty soon! like. within the weekend. enjoy!!!

[starrydali]

hii! i love your writing and i was hoping you could write something about reader receiving negative comments by other campers? and Percy protecting them and reassuring them? thank youuu

∘°∘♡∘° Hiii! Thanks so much! Here I tried my best with it! ♡

���˖*°࿐*✧.┊Percy Jackson hated seeing you upset. You’d been trying to brush off the comments from the other campers, but he could see right through your act. He always could. The way you tried to act like it didn’t bother you only made him more determined to make it all better. ✧. ┊ 

ʚ percy jackson x aphrodite!reader ɞ

You sat at the edge of the training field, trying to act like everything was fine. But the whispers from earlier still played in your head. It wasn’t just the usual teasing—it was meaner. People had been saying you didn’t belong, that you were only here because of who your parent was, not because of what you could do.

It wasn’t true, but hearing it still hurt.

Percy came up beside you, plopping down without a word, then nudged you with his elbow. “Hey, sweetheart. You good?”

You forced a smile. “Yeah, just tired.”

Percy didn’t look convinced. “You sure? You look kinda… off.”

You sighed, not wanting to admit how much it bothered you. “It’s nothing, really.”

Percy was having none of it. “Bull. I’ve known you long enough to know when something’s bothering you.”

You hesitated, then gave in. “Some of the campers were talking, saying… I don’t really belong here. That I’m just here for my looks.”

Percy’s expression immediately changed to something serious. “What? That’s total crap. You belong here more than anyone.”

You looked at him, feeling a little better, but still unsure. “It doesn’t really matter. It just… stings.”

Percy shifted, his tone softening. “Come here.” He pulled you into his arms, not letting you pull away. His hand moved to the back of your head, gently rubbing your scalp in slow, soothing circles.

You rested your cheek against his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of him. His embrace was comforting, like he was just trying to make everything feel safe again.

He spoke again, voice quiet but firm. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

You nodded into his chest, letting his words sink in. His thumb continued to trace small circles on your scalp, making you feel calmer by the second. “I just don’t get why people are like that. You’re one of the strongest people I know. Don’t let them get to you.”

You smiled softly, feeling the tension leave your body. “I know. But it still sucks.”

Percy gently pulled back, his hands cupping your face as he made you look up at him. “You’re so strong, Y/n. You don’t need to worry about them.”

You met his gaze, and he gave you a small, reassuring smile. “And, hey, if anyone else says anything, just tell me. I’ll handle them.”

You raised an eyebrow smiling a little. “You? Handle them?”

He shrugged, looking completely unbothered. “I’m Percy Jackson. Who else is gonna stand up to them? I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m pretty sure I can handle it too.”

“I know you can, kid.” He gave you a teasing grin. “But I’ll always be here if you need backup.”

He leaned in, kissing your forehead lightly. “And now you owe me a kiss for being so nice.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “I’ll kiss you, but only because you’re being a sap.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining,” Percy said, his grin turning into something more playful. “Now, how about that kiss kid?”

You leaned in, pressing your lips to his for a quick but tender kiss. Percy smiled against your lips and pulled away just enough to look at you. “See? I knew you’d come around.”

You shook your head, laughing lightly. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” he said, his voice softening, “but you love me anyway.”

And as much as those campers’ words had hurt, with Percy holding you, making you feel like everything would be okay, they didn’t seem as important anymore.

✧. ┊ Send requests! :)

[thewulf]

I'm All In Darlin' || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request - Hi! Reading one of your fic got me this idea: hangman x reader, she isn't a pilot, maybe a paramedic or nurse or something like this. She goes to the hard deck because her best friend works there on the weekends and she became friends with the daggers... Read Rest Here

A/N: Love me some Jake as always. Changed up the ending a little bit. Very fluffy. Thank you anon!

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 2.4k +

“Hi Jake.” You hummed setting your glass down next to him on the high-top he and a few other Daggers were already occupying.

He gave you a once over as you slid into the bar seat next to him. Quirking an eyebrow up he sat up a bit straighter in his seat while turning towards you ever so slightly, “No scrubs today?” Jake asked seeing you in your nicer clothes. You’d been a nurse ever since you graduated college. You’d met your best friend Emily at the hospital not too much longer after that.

Nodding your head your took a drink from the beer, “Yeah, Emily convinced me to look nice for once. I have to admit though, jeans suck compared to scrubs.” You answered him once you took a drink and pointed towards your friend who was snuggled up to her ‘not-boyfriend’ Javy. While your roommate tried to deny the situationship you couldn’t deny seeing the man at your shared apartment every other night.

Jake grinned, “I like your scrubs. Not that I don’t like that outfit either. But you look cute in scrubs.” He rambled on as you smiled at him. The relationship between the two of you was… complicated to say the least. You weren’t the hookup type and Jake wasn’t really a relationship type. As much as you adored him you couldn’t put yourself through that knowing how much jealousy would rip apart the very friendship you’d already loved and adored with the man.

“Thanks Jake.” Your cheeks burned every so slightly with the look he was giving you, pure adoration. God, you wanted everything and more with this man. You’d grown to love him over the month and half long friendship you’d harbored with him. He was everything and more that you wanted in a man. It left you wondering what fucked up past relationship made him so allusive to a commitment. You’d prayed deep down it was some sort of defense mechanism and that maybe just maybe one day you’d have a chance with the man. But even you knew you couldn’t wait for forever.

He nodded, “You look cute tonight too.”

Your already there smile widened as you took in his sweet words, “You’re being awfully nice right now.”

He shrugged, “You know I don’t lie darlin’.”

“In that case, thank you Jake.” Your eyes traced over his face as he nodded once more at you. His eyes drew over your shoulder seeing a group of men pointing in your general direction. You noticed Jake’s own eyes darken as he moved to the other side of you, shielding you from the view of the men at the bar.

Clueless to his actions you gave him a confused glance once he settled down on the other side of you.

He sighed, “Group of Army boys visiting from Virginia. Some joint training exercise with another squadron on base. They’re not the best company.” You knew he wanted to say more but bit his tongue.

“Noted.”

He stood from his seat clearly still unsettled, “Come on, let’s sit outside. It’s a nice night out anyway.” He held out his hand for you to take. Without a second thought you took his hand in yours and let him lead the way. Both of you so stuck in your own little world that you didn’t notice the snickers from his own squadron mates.

When Emily saw that the both of you had in fact left the bar she turned to the group, “So, how do we get them together?”

“Pot calling the kettle black.” Natasha smirked eyeing how Emily was practically in Javy’s lap.

Em shook her head, “Not about me right now. It’s about those two idiots.”

Fanboy’s eyes lit up as he jutted in, “Make her jealous? Classic case of having Jake bring a girl here or something? That always works.”

Javy shook his head, “Not with Y/N it won’t.

Natasha smirked even further, “Been spending a lot time over at Y/N and Emily’s place huh? That how you know so much about her?” She challenged.

Javy shrugged, “Like Em said, not about us. It’s about them right now.”

Nat just shook her head, “Whatever. I agree with him though. That’s a stupid plan Mickey. This isn’t a movie.”

He shrugged, “You come up with a plan then.”

Nat sighed, “Just give them some time. They’ll figure it out. Not like either of them have eyes for anybody else.”

Em nodded, “So, stay the hell out of it?”

Nat grinned, “For now.”

You’d arrived back at the Hard Deck the next Friday for your usual routine of flirting with Jake until Penny shut the bar down. It had become a welcomed Friday tradition, the two of you getting lost in each other’s conversation.

When you scanned the usual location for Jake you frowned when you couldn’t spot the blonde hair you’d become so accustomed too. Reluctantly, you sat down next to Emily. Your eyes didn’t stop scanning the crowd to see if

“Seresin isn’t here.” Mickey spoke up seeing you still searching for the man.

Your frown only deepened, “Oh, no?”

He leaned forward whispering into your ear, “No, on a date with some pretty blonde girl or something like that. Saw him walking her to his car earlier for dinner.” You could tell Fanboy was feeling a little more sloshed than he normally was for a Friday outing with the squad.

“Oh.” Your eyes looked in every direction but at him, “Good to know, I guess.”

You didn’t notice Javy and Em sneaking side glances at your ongoing whispered conversation with the pilot. But he knew something wasn’t right seeing your face go from annoyed to upset in a matter of seconds. It dawned on him almost immediately that Mickey set to motion his very stupid, very idiotic plan.

“Y/N. What kind of beer do you want tonight?” Javy spoke up after seeing your downcast eyes.

You forced a smile on your face knowing you needed to think of a fix to your situation quick, “I’m actually feeling kinda shitty. Think I’m just going to head home for the night. I’ll see you later Em?”

She nodded, “You sure? I can order some food?”

You shook your head, “Positive. Just need to lie down for a while.”

“Alright. Call me if you need anything.” She gave your hand a quick squeeze letting you know she was there for you. She always was.

You nodded, “I’ll see you guys later.” You waved before rushing out the door not wanting to explain the oncoming tears. Jake on a date? Jake on a date with a pretty blonde girl? Fuck, you were fucked. You thought you had at least some exclusion with him. But why would you think that? You were just friends. Nothing more, nothing less. No matter how badly you begged him for just a little bit more. No matter how damn obvious you made it seem. It wasn’t going to happen, and you had to just accept it.

While you were letting yourself mope in bed for the night Jake and his sister, the pretty blonde, made their way to the Hard Deck. He’d talked you up the entire night, not being able to wait to introduce the two of you. So, when he walked in and didn’t spot you with the group Javy pulled him to the side explaining what had happened.

“He what?” Jake asked quickly, afraid he might have lost you in all the ground he’d been gaining with you over the last month. Jake had decided quickly once he met you that he was going to pursue you. You were everything that he wanted in a partner, just as you thought of him. Kind, sweet, caring and beyond sharp. Jake couldn’t help but to fall just as helplessly in love with you too. He was just taking it slow. He wasn’t going to spook you. No, he was going to do it right with you.

Javy nodded slowly, “It was a stupid idea. He was just trying to help the two of you. He wasn’t trying to fuck it all up.” Javy defended his overly intoxicated friend as best as he could.

Jake noticed his sister looking down probably feeling uncomfortable, “It’s fine, just tell her the truth when you see her next yeah?”

He grabbed his sisters elbow, “This isn’t going to plan.”

“Did I mess it all up?” She frowned clearly overhearing the conversation between the two men.

“No, it’s just stupid pilot shit.” Jake sighed sitting down, “She’s not picking up though. She always picks up.”

“Text her the truth. Let her be for the night and try again tomorrow. That’s all you can do. Give her some space.” Jake’s sister always leveled him out. Always made sense of the madness he always seemed to be in a state of.

Jake nodded, “You’re right.”

She grinned, “Always am.”

Jake knocked softly on your apartment door hoping you were home, and he could desperately explain the situation. A miscommunication that was all. He was head over heels for you and only you.

Jake’s relief of the door opening vanished when he saw Emily on the other side, “Jake. This is a surprise.”

“You know what happened?” He asked your roommate.

She nodded, “We told Mickey not to. He was drunk.”

“Is Y/N alright?” Jake asked peering in to see if you were awake.

“Define alright… She’s in her room. Came out for some food earlier.”

Jake frowned, “Can I see her?”

Emily stood there for a brief moment contemplating the options before stepping aside and inviting Jake in, “Just, be kind.”

Jake nodded heading right to your room, “Always.”

He knocked softly once he reached the other side. He waited a moment before knocking again.

“I’m fine Em.” He heard your

“Not Em.” Jake replied sending you straight out of bed.

“Jake?” You asked walking over to the door completely forgetting how you looked, like a troll who hasn’t seen the sunlight in days. Nevertheless, you opened your door spotting the blonde boy you loved so dearly giving you the most desperate look.

“Hey darlin’.” He gave you the best smile he could knowing the situation unfolding beneath him against his best wishes.

“Hey.” You looked him over quickly before looking back towards the ground.

Jake didn’t want to waste a second, “That was my sister. She came to surprise me. I swear it wasn’t some random girl.” He grabbed at your hand seeing the hurt look in your eyes.

You nodded, “I heard.”

“You heard? Why didn’t you text me back?” He asked gently. He wasn’t mad, no. He just wanted to understand. Understand you and why you were hurting.

You took a second before looking back up at him, “I don’t know… I guess I was just embarrassed.” It wasn’t easy for you to admit but here you were. Looking like a troll and bearing your damn soul to the man you loved.

Jake shook his head, “Don’t be darlin’. Can I tell you something?” He asked hoping you’d look back up at him.

And you did, “Yeah?”

“You not texting me back or calling? That scared the hell out of me. I knew how much you meant to me before but the thought of losing you…” He paused trying to find the right words, “I can’t bear the thought of that Y/N. I need you in my life. I adore you. God, what I’m trying to say is I like you. More than a friend. And I understand if you don’t believe me. My reputation isn’t the greatest.” He laughed it off as best he could, “But I’m all in on you darlin’. I’m all in.”

You looked back up to him with the widest set of eyes, “You like me?”

He smiled sweetly at you in your disheveled state. You were cute, as always. As messed up as it was it warmed his heart slightly at the thought of you being so torn up at the thought of him just going on a date.

“I like you a lot. A whole lot, sweetheart.” He nodded taking both your hands in his, rubbing the backs of path your hands with his.

Your grin slowed his anxious heart just a little, “Seems like we have a good problem on our hands Jake. One that’s easily solvable.” You smiled that genuine smile right back up at him, “I like you too. A whole lot.” You stepped forward letting your body rest near his.

“I’ll offer a solution.” He watched you closely as your cheeks warmed up under his intense gaze.

“Which is?” You asked all too curiously playing into the game.

He continued watching you under that lustful gaze that had you squirming, “Me taking you out tonight. A nice restaurant and a walk on the beach after? You get to look pretty, and I can put on my finest suit. Call it a date?”

The blush that spread through your cheeks made Jake’s knees a little wobbly. You had no damn clue the effect you really had on him.

“You really want to? With me?” You asked letting your insecurity get the better of you.

“Darlin’, there’s nothing else I’d rather due. And only with you.”

You grinned nodding your head, “It’s a date then.”

“I’ll see you tonight. Pick you up at 6. Can’t wait to see you.” He bent down giving you a soft kiss on the cheek.

As he turned around to walk out you called out to stop him, “Jake?”

“Yeah sweetheart?” He turned giving you one last look.

“Will you kiss me?”

He smiled nodding his head at the same time, “Of course, tonight. After the best date of your life. When you’re sure of it. 100% sure of it.” He leaned against the doorframe watching you with that hungry look in his eye once more.

Now it was your chance to be a little bolder, “What if I told you I was already 100% sure of it?” Your eyes flicked down to his lips before meeting his gaze once more.

“Well, in that case.” He grinned taking three large steps back to you.

He took your head in his hands looking down at your face, “You’re sure?”

“Never been surer.” You nodded as best as you could. Cheeks heating under the intimacy of the moment.

Before he kissed you he mumbled, “You’re so beautiful.” Letting you know you were in this one for the long haul. Jake was your endgame. You could just feel it.

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[ochrearia]

Only Colder

I don't feel all that good. Again. This will happen often I think when it is cold. Or maybe I'm just stressed. But my body hurts. It's not suffering in cold like YS is but. Something to be said here too I guess, about some things written. But. I don't know. Tired. And I don't have motivation to be a person or. Ask.

BFs in this one-shot: Yourself (YS)

Disappearing without a trace would still be easy. It would. YS knew mentally he wouldn’t be able to do it because his angelic instincts would kick in and actually stop him from choosing to stay gone for too long. He had responsibilities now. It was just a miracle that every winter before this he’d managed to avoid doing anything stupid.

But that was where the miracle ended. YS was no stranger to having shitty winters, because they were always shitty for a cold-blooded being like him. And now there were firsts he had to accept. First winter without his wings to help him attempt to keep warm.

First winter without her.

YS was never really one for Christmas. Or any holidays, really. Halloween was okay, but he didn’t partake in it this year anyway. The holidays in these last two months were off the table though. Drowned out by the constant that was the cloud of negativity accompanying the cold.

It was cold. Really cold. He didn’t like being cold.

But he couldn’t sit here and lie, saying he didn’t think about disappearing in a snowstorm in the middle of the night every once and a while. A thought that got more common when the months of snow actually came around. But now it was ten times worse with what happened between last year and now. Scary how things could change so fast.

YS was cold.

He was shivering under his blankets. He hadn’t realized how much having his wings actually helped during these months in his constant battle against the cold. Now they were gone, and he was realizing the absence of the extra built-in layer was hitting him hard. And he was woefully unprepared for how sharp the cold’s bite was on his scars. Scars that YS never gave a shit about letting properly heal to begin with, so it was definitely his fault they were still raw.

The warmies plushie that Cyber had given him was currently being squeezed to death in his arms. Grasping to whatever tiny source of heat he could, but it was fading fast and not sticking. It was cold. How was he supposed to even attempt to sleep with this shit going on? Cold days he could at least somehow salvage if he was lucky, but cold nights? He might as well get in the grave himself and die. This apartment didn’t have the greatest heating system, it didn’t reach very high temperatures. Nothing warm enough to help.

Her red glow on his nightstand drew his attention. If only he could stop shivering.

“I’m not… I’m not doing it.” YS mumbled in response to her light. “I can’t. I can’t do that. I can’t pull anyone away from their own lives for this stupid shit. Majority don’t even know and I don’t want to have to explain it all.”

Her glowing flickered in frustration.

“It’s the holidays, my dear.” YS let slip- god, he hadn’t said that in so long. He was getting too used to her being like that, as if that should be considered normal. “I won’t pull them away from the people they love during a season like that. I was the one who removed my wings. It’s my problem to fix. Or experience the consequences of.”

He sighed, turning his eyes to the dark ceiling like he’s done so many times before. It never got any easier. Despite it all, sometimes it really just ended up not being worth it. But every time YS had that thought cross his mind, it was immediately drowned by incredible guilt, because how could he ever think that when he had so many people in his life to care about now?

People he was sparing from this. It was some hour of night, the sun had been gone for at least a few hours. They should all be asleep by now, or at least trying. Or will be soon. Didn’t matter, YS wasn’t going to derail that. He wasn’t going to become a burden because he couldn’t handle a little bit of cold.

She was getting even more worried.

“I can’t.” YS repeated with a shake of his head. Even his body was starting to tense to the point of pain, because he was stressed about being so damn cold. But that still wasn’t a good enough reason to be a bother. “I’ve lived through every winter before. I’ll do it again.”

Apparently he had something to prove. There was no benefit to suffering alone, but… he was scared. Paralyzed by his own mind. He couldn’t do it. Couldn’t reach out, so afraid of being a bother, or inconveniencing anyone because he needed something. He couldn’t. Couldn’t ask. Couldn’t need. Some things just weren’t allowed.

Like how his angelic instincts would keep him from doing anything stupid and permanent, there was something else in his body that kept him from asking for help.

YS could daydream about what would happen if he did, though. Nice things that he could only hope for. Biff and Beef wouldn’t let go of him until he had to actually pry them off of him, that was for sure. Boyf would probably do that too. Beefer he knew had some sort of water power that involved hot water, YS wondered if he could turn his apartment into a sauna. Or just… lie on top of him in dino form and squish him in warmth- though Beefer may be cold-blooded too. Huh. He’d never asked…

Peacock would indulge him. Maybe pull some silly, sentimental shit and envelop him in his own wings. That would be a nice thought. Bee would probably enable the snuggles too, because most of them were similar in that regard at least. Physically affectionate. Blue as well. Blue… confused him. YS still didn’t understand how someone could just not know they were an angel. Had he just never seen his own wings? Did angels in Blue’s world not have to deal with this cold shit? That would be nice.

Most of them were physically affectionate. But not all of them, probably. YS wasn’t sure. Cyber seemed partial to him, clinging like no tomorrow, but seemed stand-offish with everyone else. BJ he had no real clue about. He was a bird, maybe? And also apparently not really alive? That guy was also confusing. He’d effectively perched on YS a few times but that was all. Not really too much to go off on.

Bash… YS frowned. Bash wasn’t like that for people he didn’t consider close. There were only a few that Bash was close to and he was very much not one of them. He couldn’t force that and wouldn’t. Suppose it sucked to even have a list of his people he wouldn’t ask even if he could. But… He couldn’t rely on everyone, surely. And he didn’t want to burden anyone to begin with. So really, he wouldn’t ask anyone. Can’t.

Hah. Brooke wouldn’t even consider it. Which, in all honesty, maybe he deserved that anyway. YS had hurt him first. Their first meeting was the most disastrous thing possible. He hated existing sometimes, remembering that him being alive managed to actually hurt someone else.

But that was the cold talking, wasn’t it?

Sure. Yeah. The cold.

YS was on his own. That was okay. He hadn’t earned any company anyway. The only company was the cold, and he was trying to get rid of it. So being alone it was.

The warmies had lost all its heat again. It was cold. YS was still shivering, and she was still glowing with concern on his nightstand. Well. Guess he should do something about this, huh?

YS steeled himself for the sharp bite of the air outside of his blankets. It wasn’t much warmer under them, but still something he could feel now being exposed to the open air. Shivering and still trying to conserve any heat in his body, he pushed down frustrated, defeated tears as he brought the warmies with him back to the microwave.

Maybe the twelfth time would be different.

[mexabraun]

Sweat and secrets(Toji Fushiguro)

Minors, do not interact!

CW: age gap!(17-33), sexual content! (face sitting&fucking, rough sex), praise kink, daddy issues(but no daddy kink, sorry)

WC: 16.5k

Synopsis: Megumi was my colleague and friend, both of us still in high school. I started working out when I was 16 years old, but recently had to switch gyms because of an incident. Megumi’s father used to work out regularly and occasionally trained a few people in his free time for some extra cash. One day, he started to see me in a different light. It went both ways.

“Oh my God, not again!” I sighed already exhausted when my phone suddenly lit up, my obsessive ex-boyfriend’s name making me fume with anger while I instantly touched the decline option.

He was the reason I switched from the small gym where I started to take working out seriously to this big, expensive place that I was already kind of familiar with anyway. Megumi wasn’t a gym rat, but his father was and he asked me to drop off things from their place from time to time. I was there almost every day, but only during the school year to complete tasks and homework with Megumi. I started to think he had a crush on me for quite some time, but I just ignored the feeling. I was attracted to his father.

I bit my lip in frustration, but I managed to shake it off quickly, changing my shoes, closing my locker and feeling a little dizzy, probably because my pre-workout was already kicking in.  Not even half a scoop did its job too well.

When I arrived upstairs, in the free-weight section, I quickly scanned the place with my eyes, searching for Toji. He hated when I called him Mr. Fushiguro, so I had no choice but to bring him down to my level. Or maybe he brought me up to his?

“…no. I only train back once a week, but I used to train it twice.” His voice hit me like a rock in the head, already making me weak in the knees. He was talking to a friend of his right before he got into his set of bicep curls. His veins almost made me faint, but right before I started drooling, his eyes landed on me through the mirror. I smiled innocently, occupying the bench next to him and warming up for the workout I hated the most: leg day. It was very hard and I couldn’t keep my hair down, I was going to sweat so much that I had to wash every single piece of clothing that I was wearing even though they were freshly cleaned before.

“What’chu working today, Mabel?” He asked me after he finished the set, making me look up at him from my half-kneeling position. I loved the view and I wish it was mutual. My name traced by his enticing, juicy lips was killing me in the most passional way. I was ready to spread my legs even harder than just the warmup, but I had to remain innocent. I couldn’t let them find out I had the fattest crush on Toji.

“Glutes and hamstrings. You got arms or pull?” I felt like it was my turn to ask and I didn’t want to let the conversation die anyway. It barely started. I felt like we were barely starting. His eyes were wandering on me a lot more than usual.

I kept doing my dynamic stretching, squatting without any extra weight and then moving on to some light weight RDLs, warming up my back as well. He just followed me like a puppy. I loved that.

“Arms, abs and cardio.” He answered while I was warming up my back with some scapular retraction. He almost never corrected me, unless I was losing my form. He knew that I knew what I was doing.

Let me be your cardio, the voice in my head screamed with desperation, but in reality I just nodded. I didn’t really know how to continue the conversation, but I had to make sure he didn’t go anywhere too far from me while I was working out.

“Will you help me after my two sets of warm up?” I looked up and smiled at him when the silence got too loud, even though there was music playing very loudly. He slightly tilted his head, probably wondering why I would need help.

“Yeah, sure. Just wave or something.” He answered calmly and left, continuing his workout. I was completely charmed by his existence, but I couldn’t let myself confess or even give him the idea that I had a soft spot for him. It was my little secret.

I warmed up with two different weights and then I brought the 30kg dumbbell next to my bench. I had to position myself for single-legged hip thrusts and I couldn’t put the weight on myself without forcing my wrists. Technically, I could’ve done it myself. Practically, if I could just ask him for help, why not?

I waved at Toji right before I got on the floor, my back glued to the bench, one foot elevated on a plate and the other temporarily on the floor, ready to get up and tell him how to put the dumbbell on me. I would’ve rather told him to put it in me.

“Thank youu!” I said cutely after he put the dumbbell on my leg exactly how I wanted it and he smiled back at me with only half of his mouth. I absolutely loved the fact that he waited for me to finish the set and helped me put the weight on the floor so I wouldn’t have to drop it at the end. I breathed hard while executing the last reps, which made him pay more attention to the moving weight. At that point, I started wondering how many girls he was treating like this. Or maybe he just was a good trainer and I was delusional, as always.

“You comin’ over tonight?” He asked me out of nowhere, his delicate tone making me frown. He used to make fun of me for spending a lot of time at his place with Megumi and our friends, but never directly asked me if I was going to their house. Did he want me there or was he just trying to make conversation? I blushed a little bit, even though I shouldn’t have.

I noticed his eyes subtly wandering upon my figure again. That was the moment I started to feel the tension come from both of us.

“Yeah, why? You need something?” I tried to play it cool, but my second question made me cringe a little bit, but I hoped it tingled his ears the right way. My right way. He lifted his right eyebrow for a second, but then quickly hid the shadow of confusion that fell on his face for a second. He clearly knew something that I didn’t. Was I not supposed to be there?

“Just call me when you want to come over. Megumi will be home later than expected with the rest of his friends.” He spoke in that deep tone that made me wish Megumi wouldn't come home until the next day so we could spend the night together in his father’s bed. Naked, heavy breaths, drops of sweat... Our little secret maybe, as tormenting as it sounded for someone who didn’t know how to lie or how to live with one.

“Why?” I asked with a drop of panic in my voice, making him sigh as he put the weight on the other leg. I inhaled deeply and started my set as I listened to his low voice, so soft when he spoke to me. I wished I was his soft spot. His dark blue eyes had me drowning in them as he watched me exhausting myself, moaning a little as I reached my breaking point, dropping the weight on the floor and smiling awkwardly afterward. He reacted too late. The thought that he enjoyed the view so much that he got lost for a few seconds had my stomach tingle.

“One of them got injured and they had to postpone everything.” He explained with a serious tone, while his eyes started wandering on everything around us, but not on me.

“Oh. Wouldn’t I bother you with my presence if your son isn’t around?” I looked up at him, directly in his eyes, my voice catching his attention immediately. I pressed my lips together, waiting for an Of course not, Mabel. I want you in my bed.

“No.” He answered right away and I barely contained myself from sighing in relief. “And I really don’t want you home alone with the upcoming weather.” He continued while looking down at me, playing with his drawstring. Those gray pants never disappointed when they sat on Toji’s hips. Was he doing that on purpose? I tried my best not to stare at that part.

“What else do you know and I don’t?” I asked him jokingly and he smiled, rolling his eyes amused as I exhaled one last time before getting up on the other leg, grateful that this was my last set of one-legged hip thrusts. Every time he bent down to grab the dumbbell, his arm pump was making his muscles pop a lot more than usual. He had such a great physique, even won the genetics lottery. He was perfectly balanced.

“You’re not that stupid.” He muttered under his breath as he got closer to my face, making sure only I heard what he said and, after that, he got up and left to continue his workout. After he positioned himself face-to-face with the mirror for the bicep curls, he winked at me. In my mind, my jaw dropped to the floor, but, in reality, I had to react nonchalantly. I just raised my left eyebrow and slightly smiled.

***

“Should I call him, even if Megumi is not answering?” I asked my best friend as I was looking at my wardrobe, thinking about the rest of my friends. We were all supposed to get together at Megumi’s house to celebrate his 18th birthday. I was supposed to meet up with a few girls and get there before the boys did, but the plan just fell apart. Even the weather was telling me it couldn’t happen.

“Yes, girl! He told you to do it, right?” She almost sighed, fed up with my anxiety, probably ready to slap me across the face for every time I told her not to stress about small things or those she can’t control. Was I even in control of this situation? Was he going to call me if I didn’t?

“I can’t wait for him to pick up and tell me Heyyy, soooo, you can stay home.." I popped my lips at the end of the sentence, making it sound a lot more dramatic than it was supposed to. Kayla just laughed and I visualized her rolling her eyes, amusing me a little bit as well. I couldn't help but wonder if Toji wanted me at his house for other reasons than his son, because I started to feel like it.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, especially after you told me what he did today. I think he got a thing for you.” She spoke calmly, but with a hint of playfulness in her voice, making me purse my lips and slowly starting to build up my courage.

“And I got a thing for him.” I said on a serious tone, making her sigh on the other end of the phone. “I’m gonna pack some lingerie.” I continued after a few seconds, putting Kayla on speaker, throwing my phone on the bed and choosing some clothes for the following almost 24 hours.

“Pack? Girl, you won’t have time to change! Just shower again quickly before he arrives and put it on!” She spoke loudly, on a squeaky tone, making me grin evilly. I was very attracted to older men, but I didn’t want anything serious with those 30+. After all, I was almost 18 myself. I couldn’t believe I was getting ready to fuck Toji Fushiguro. Suddenly, I was very excited and couldn’t wait to call him.

“OK, OK! I’m going to call him. Kisses!” I yelled at my phone and let Kayla end the call while I was deeply buried in my wardrobe, searching for a short satin nightgown, wondering what was his favorite color. He had a mysterious aura, so I had to go with something safe, like black or red. Red was too obvious, so I had to choose the dark one. I also went with a black pair of panties and bra, simple, but with multiple straps, making them look just right for people who had a 'tie me up and do whatever you want' kink. Now that I was ready to drop down on my knees in front of him, I needed clothes to wear for the rest of the time and exchange undergarments, plus my hygiene things.

I picked up the phone with my shaky hands, biting my bottom lip as I started the call and brought the small speaker next to my right ear. My palms were already sweating, but I kept checking out the clothes on my bed, manifesting and attracting more than a slim chance to have one night alone with Toji. Even though I was dying to get into his pants, I was sure of one thing: I was not going to be the one who was going to initiate anything. I had clear boundaries when it came to men.

“Finally, Mabel! Took you some time. Did you change your mind?” He answered, didn’t even bother to say hi and directly scolded me like I was some dumb kid, but I loved it. My daddy issues were screaming in pleasure at the way he was talking to me. I closed my eyes and sighed through my smile, trying to contain my excitement.

“No, sorry. I waited for Megumi to answer, but he didn’t and I thought-”

“No worries. I talked to him. He’s not coming home ‘till tomorrow.” He interrupted me right when I was about to say something about not coming over, which he probably didn’t want to happen anyway. I heard it in his deep voice. He wanted me there for nsfw purposes.

“Am I the only one who’ll be there overnight?” I asked with a drop of fear in my voice, but, in reality, I was praying to God that he was going to say 'yes'. I started to take of my clothes while we were still talking, slowly getting ready to shower and use my best products to look, smell and feel soft and sensual.

“Does it bother you?” He straight up asked me, as if he read my mind for the past months and decided that the night Megumi was gone was the perfect opportunity to prey on me.

“Not at all.” I answered confidently, making my intentions as clear as mountain water. I couldn’t help but smile proudly of myself as I was still undressing. I secretly hoped that he knew what I was doing while talking to him.

“I’ll be there in 20.” He spoke to me sternly, making my heart beat faster with each word outlined by his appetizing lips. Toji Fushiguro was very mouth-watering in general.

“Oh, umm, big man?” I asked jokingly, not wanting to pronounce his name until we were face to face to see his reaction. I heard some rustling in the background. Was he undressing as well?

“Hmm, yes, little girl?” He asked almost out of breath, but quickly straightened his tone as if he was doing something besides talking to me. I was wondering what it could’ve been.

“What are your plans for tonight?” I asked with a little less confidence in me, a little bit afraid of his answer. There was a chance he might’ve caught on what I wanted to find out or do about it and make fun of me, but I was willing to risk it.

“Whatever you want.” He answered nonchalantly, making me frown as I thought how I was supposed to answer to this sentence. “Why? Haven’t you got any ideas?” I heard his little grin in his words as he continued confidently, making me squeeze my legs together. “I got some.” He spoke with a cocky tone, making my jaw drop to the floor. I was sure of his intentions and ready to drop down on my knees in front of him if he seduced me correctly.

“I trust you.” I smiled while answering, taking off my panties and throwing them aside as I walked into the bathroom fully naked and ready to wash, scrub and hydrate my skin once again. He chuckled in response, his raspy voice making me roll my eyes in pleasure. I was high on his voice and behavior towards me.

I put on some music and groomed myself like there was no tomorrow, I got dressed and checked my bag a million times before waiting for him to give me a sign to run through the pouring rain straight to his car.

“Hello, miss. Are you ready for the ride of your life?” He greeted me like we were in the most passionate and healthy relationship and we both just got off from work, making me raise one eyebrow and smile at him. His eyes were already staring right into my soul, intimidating me when we finally made eye contact.

“Hello, mister. Are you talking about yourself or the car?” I asked him directly, trying not to blush too hard and make it look like I was too innocent for this. He chuckled like he didn’t expect me to say something so bold, but he liked it. He broke the eye contact after a few seconds, running his left hand through his straight, semi-wet hair, while the other hand shifted the gear and so we left my parents’ parking spot. Everything he did was so hot.

“Both.” He answered on a much lower tone, making me blush very hard. Suddenly, the inside of his BMW was way too hot and the air was too heavy to breathe properly.

“Yeah.” I finally answered his question while looking around. The AC was on, the windows were not foggy at all, the wipers were working hard to wipe the rain, music was playing in the background(Scream - Usher) that was telling me what was going to happen when we got to his house.

“This is very wrong, but I can’t stop myself, Mabel.” He suddenly switched his approach, talking to me on a very serious tone. He almost caught me off-guard with this one. I was already soaking wet.

“Just don’t think about it like that.” I was 90% sure he was talking about Megumi and his feelings for me. I couldn’t care less about the fact that his son had a romantic interest in me. I was way too interested in his dad to even see another man in front of me. OK, maybe I wanted more than just a one-night-stand.

“I’m the one who’s supposed to know what’s better. Just tell me if I’m going too far.” He said while moving his hand on my leg, squeezing my thigh with his long fingers and biting his lip. He was toying with me. His body language gave him away too easily.

“You know I like it.” I put my hand on his, scratching his forearm until I reached his bicep and came back down, making him grin while driving in the hottest way possible with one hand on the steering wheel. He made me so physically vulnerable.

-Yeah, I just wanted to hear it from you. He admitted exactly what I thought, moving his hand on my grey sweatpants a little closer to my groin area, making me purse my lips nervously. We were on dangerous territory already.

“And you decided that playing the ‘I’m supposed to be the mature one’ card is going to get you what you want?” I asked him a little irritated that he had to play the injured puppy to get whatever he wanted out of me, while observing his outfit that was identical to mine: black shirt that hugged his figure like it was painted on him, grey long sweatpants that made his dick way more accessible, especially when it was hard and a pair of black sneakers because it was raining outside and we couldn’t get our perfectly white Nikes dirty. We really were a perfect match, at least tonight.

“I always get what I want.” He answered with his cocky tone, biting his lip as he squeezed my thigh once more before he had to move his hand from my leg. Cold air brushed the spot where his hand was, making me shiver a little bit. His touch was full of warmth and energy.

“Sounds like something I would say.” I agreed with the same attitude, gaining more confidence with every flirty comment that came out of our mouths. I couldn’t believe how fast we were progressing.

“Oh, really? What do you want, sweetheart?” He asked proudly and I bit my lip at the thought that he didn’t know this side of me and was pleasantly surprised. I glanced at him, but he was already looking at me, making me blush more.

“You should already know.” I answered simply, trying to play the innocent card again with my tone and body language. Something was telling me that he was into the young girl - older man dynamic.

“Fuck, yes.” He muttered and put his hand on my thigh again, owning it until we got to his house.

We parked in front of his house around 7 minutes - 3 songs - later, rain still pouring outside making me wonder how little I would’ve slept if I remained home alone. He pressed the start/stop button after a few moments of silence, tossing his phone in the pocket of his grey sweatpants and looking at me while pouting. He grabbed a blue hoodie from the backseat and put it on my lap, then grabbed my bag and signaled me to exit the car. It was his hoodie. I felt his perfume while I was putting it on, making me roll my eyes in pleasure. I threw the hood on my head and right as I was about to open the door, he did it for me and led me to his house. Was he doing this type of things for every single woman in his life? If yes, was I jealous?

I admired his tall, sculpted figure, especially his upper body that was showing much better through his wet shirt. It was, indeed, the hottest scene I participated in. His huge, well-scented hoodie was helping a lot. All of my senses were tingling uncontrollably.

“I hope you have nothing that rain can destroy in this backpack.” He said after we entered, locking the door behind us and putting my bag on the floor. All I wanted to do was jump on him and let him undress me, but I couldn’t. I had to be the delicate girl he knew and was attracted to.

I let the hood slide off of my hair, freeing my long curls from underneath the fabric as he turned to look at me. I quickly took of my shoes and walked towards the carpet, but I felt a warm, wet hand grabbing the back of my neck, forcing me to turn around and face him closely. Way closer than we ever were. Too close for everyone watching from an objective perspective, but not too close for us. It wasn’t even close to enough.

“I swear I’m not a pedophile, Mabel. You’re just something else.” He looked so seriously at me, lights still off, but we were both so turned on that anyone on a 10 mile radius could’ve felt it.

“That sounds like something a ped-”

“You know what I’m trying to say.” He simply cut me off, trying to make a point, but I decided that I had to munch on his nerves a little bit before he got his way. I didn’t want it to be boring, even though I knew Toji could never be boring.

“Do I?” I asked on that innocent tone that usually made him fold on the inside, raising my eyebrows a little bit and biting my lip as his other hand was making its way on my waist, then my back, pulling me closer to him until we were glued together.

“Yes, you do.” He spoke with a deeper voice, making me squeeze my thighs together again. I put my hands on his chest, feeling his muscles through the wet shirt as a few drops from his hair were making their way on me. It was a little bit annoying, but I brushed it off easily when I felt his warmth on me.

“Are you sure?” I kept pressing him, making him sigh and move his face closer, enough for our noses to touch if our heads were perfectly aligned. The hand that was holding on to my neck slowly made its way through my hair, then to my left cheek, brushing my lips with his thumb as if he couldn’t wait to kiss me and use my mouth for other purposes. I couldn’t wait to see what he was capable of. I just knew he was the freakiest, hottest guy I ever met. I felt it in his energy since day one.

“I know you do.” He inched even closer, his mouth almost touching my ear, while his thumb trailed down on my chin and neck, then making its way back up on my cheek. I had to regain some control, at least fight for it, even if I didn’t want it all. I loved it when he dominated me, no matter what I said or did. The fact that he clearly enjoyed it turned me on 10 times more.

“Don’t forget, Toji: I only let you take advantage of my daddy issues because I like you.” I contoured his name with my lips in an extra spicy way, making him smile with my bold words once again. He probably knew that I didn’t have a good relationship with my father thanks to Megumi. The thought of Toji trying to take advantage of me made me second-guess the situation, but I had to find out what was in his head before opening my legs.

“It’s an honor.” He agreed without hesitation, smiling on my cheek while tightening his grip on my waist as if I didn’t need air to live. I bit my lip at his reaction, but I couldn’t stop there.

“Good boy!” I let my hands wander on his shoulders, to his back and just rest them on his wet shirt around his neck. I wanted to take it off so badly, but I didn’t want to break the most sensual hug. I wanted him even closer.

“Who are you calling a good boy? Oh, dear, you just got on my nerves.” He backed up, releasing me from the tight grip, switching from soft dom to offended man, making me giggle. My heartbeat got faster after his words got to my brain. This was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to get on his nerves. I wanted it hard.

“Oh, no. Wha-”

“Shut up!” He cut me off quickly, aggressively, grabbing my neck and pushing me against the wall. I really struck a chord with that one. I just smiled even wider, holding on to his wet arm with both of my hands. I could barely wrap my skinny hands around his big forearm. This man just raised my standards too high for anyone else to ever reach them.

“But-”

“The only butt here is going to be yours, slapped so hard that you won’t sit down for days if you don’t do what I say.” I tried to keep fighting, but he got too annoyed to let me even start my sentence properly. His aggressiveness made me completely melt in his hand and shut up for good. I bit my lip, looking into his eyes as he got closer, running his other hand through his hair to slick it back. He even pushed his knee between my thighs, making me rest on it. I couldn’t move anymore. I was ready to let him make me his sex doll.

In a split second, he let go of my neck and grabbed my hands, putting them on his shoulders while he closed the little distance between us, pressing his lips against mine like he couldn’t live another second without it. I immediately responded to the kiss, running one hand through his hair, while the other pulled at his wet shirt, not giving a shit about our clothes getting wet from his shirt. All I knew is that I had to take off his hoodie because I was starting to overheat.

“Oh-off!” I broke the sloppy kiss right after I let his tongue slip into my mouth because, if not, I couldn’t speak anymore. I barely formed one word after a little moan. He didn’t want to let go, so he bit my lip as a punishment.

“You want it off?” His hands went down to the hem of his hoodie, pulling a little bit, getting ready to pull it all the way up.

“Mhm.” I caught my breath and nodded, humming because that was all I could do. I was officially high on Toji’s touch.

“Of course, baby.” He took a step back and helped me take off his hoodie, grabbing my waist with one hand after he threw his piece of clothing on my backpack, while the other grabbed my leg and forced me to jump and wrap them around his waist. He quickly took off his sneakers and pressed me against the wall again. This time, I felt his erection, moaning as he kept kissing me passionately and pushing himself onto me. His hands started to wander on my waist, back and glutes, moaning in my mouth when I pulled his hair to break the kiss because I couldn’t breathe.

“What kind of a gentleman would I be if I took you right here, right now?” He spoke softly, hugging me tight with one arm, while the other grabbed my backpack, leaving the doorway with me wrapped around him like a koala.

“You wouldn’t be.” I answered sheepishly, making him chuckle, but I was convinced I didn’t have to answer and he didn’t expect me to.

“I don’t want to be greedy, but I really hate wasting time, so…” His voice filled his room as we entered just like the masculine scent filled my nose, just like I wanted to be filled by him already. I was amazed. I have never been in his room before. I had no reason to be here.

“So you let me in your precious room.” I tried to crack a joke while he was putting me down on my feet, but he wasn’t amused at all. He was dead-serious. I bit my lip, kind of regretting.

“Not even my son dares to enter without knocking, sweetheart.” He reassured me with a rougher tone, but still calm, making me feel privileged in some ways.

“I wasn’t talking about him.” I also used a more serious tone, making him raise an eyebrow after he put my bag on the gaming chair. His room was very dark-themed. Everything was black and white, but mostly black. Even the lights were white, but he dimmed them from his phone.

“You let anyone in your space?” He asked while taking off his wet shirt. At that point, I was drooling. I took a seat on his bed, facing him because I really wanted to see him change. No shame. Apparently, we were past that.

“Fine, you win.” I rolled my eyes, putting my phone on the nightstand and leaving it there on silent mode. No one could bother me while I was having the hottest experience.

“What did I win?” He asked on a playful tone, making me grin. I had to say something smart, but I also had a few kinks I wanted to fulfill.

“You get to give me one of your shirts.” I let myself fall on my back, feeling his soft black bedsheets. They smelled very fresh. I could’ve bet my ass on the fact that he changed them because he knew I was coming over. This man’s attention to detail was on point.

“Fair enough. Come, choose!” He tilted his head, signaling me to go where he was as he opened the doors to his wardrobe. I was stunned. He had his t-shirts hanged on one side and his elegant shirts and costumes on the other side, while the shelves were packed with clothes that didn’t wrinkle. A dark green shirt caught my eye and I immediately grabbed it, gasping when I saw that it had the scout legion’s(Attack on titan) emblem on the back. I couldn’t believe what I had in front of me. He chuckled when he saw my reaction. No words were spoken, but we knew what the other had to say about this.

He grabbed the oversized shirt from my hands, throwing it on his right shoulder, while he put his other hand on my waist and turned me around. He was facing my back and I was confused why he wanted to do that until he slipped his fingers under my pants and grabbed the hem of my tight shirt.

“Can I?” He asked while his hands wandered under my shirt just enough to feel the skin on my waist, tightening his grip and massaging the area. Was he asking me for permission to take my shirt off? This man was the definition of dominant, but not intrusive or forceful. I closed my eyes and smiled.

-”Yes.” I answered after I let the tension build up for a few seconds, spoke slowly and clearly, but my tone was sensual. I actually wanted him to take off my shirt.

“I won’t look.” He said with that raspy voice, his tight grip on my waist giving away his excitement. He pulled my shirt up, dragging his palms on the shape of my body and feeling everything while undressing me. He stopped at my chest for a few seconds, squeezing them while his mouth started leaving sloppy kisses on my neck, sucking the skin, but not enough to leave any hickey. I wanted him to mark me, but I didn’t want to seem greedy. I wanted to turn around and bite him until blood leaked from his chest, but that would’ve been too much. Even for me.

“Feeling is better than looking.” I tried to point it out on a sensual tone, but I was too aroused to fully control my voice or reactions.

“Mmm, don’t give me ideas.” He growled into my right ear, making me close my eyes and let my head rest on his chest. I trusted him with not looking at my chest just because I didn’t care if he did it. His dick was going to explore my insides whether he glanced at my boobs or not. The fact that he thought about blindfolding and me being too innocent for it made me grin. I was way too ready for it, but the sight of him turned me on more.

I put my hands over his after he massaged my tits for a little while, feeling and hearing him breathe heavily almost in sync with me. We were both ready to do our cardio session on hard mode. My panties were already soaking wet and I started to feel guilty about it, but I tried not to let that distract me from this feeling. I was floating.

“Lift up your arms, beautiful.” He spoke softly, but with a hint of impatience in his voice, sliding the shirt with his hot hands on my skin until it was off. He threw the shirt on his bed and I turned around in the meantime, pressing my bare chest to his and making him grab the back of my neck and kiss me sloppily.

I scratched his back, making him moan in my mouth, but that wasn’t nearly enough for me. I wrapped my left arm around his neck, while my right hand guided his to my leg, showing him that I wanted to climb on him like a monkey on a tree, but he smiled and refused.

“Mm, no, Mabel. We gotta do something else before.” He squeezed my butt, slapped it, then turned me around like I was his doll and weighed barely a few kilograms, guiding my arms up as he dressed me in his shirt, being very careful with my long curly hair, handling it with almost shaky hands.

“What?” I asked a little bit annoyed, frowning.

“I need help with Megumi’s cake. You down?” He smiled innocently, making me raise my eyebrows. I forgot that his son existed for a few minutes. His father had me in a tight leash and I absolutely loved it. I was dreading the next day. I wanted to do things with Toji until I couldn’t breathe anymore. Actually, I wanted him to do things with me.

“Mmmaybe.” I answered slowly, like a cat purring on him, making him sigh. I can’t focus on anything but you, even though I want to help. I said calmly, licking and biting his neck slowly afterward, making him chuckle and tilt his head a little bit to give me more access. I was sure he understood what I meant. He was very smart, he would’ve caught on what I wanted even if I was mute.

“Anything you want.” His voice made me bite harder, but my bite made his grip on my waist tighter. His hands reached my ass again, making me moan on his neck. The circle kept going to infinity. This made me believe we were a perfect match.

“Make me want to help you.” My tone wasn’t playful at all, but he kind of took it as a joke. I felt his skin tense, glancing at his lips only to see him slightly smile. I wanted to sit on that smile.

“Mhm, I wanna hear a clear ‘yes, Toji’ by the end of this.” He took control again, as if he didn’t just left it to me a few seconds ago. It was just his way of letting me confirm what I wanted. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but I was here for it. All in, all the way.

“Mayb-”

“No, baby. Don’t make me repeat myself.” I don’t like that. He cut me off immediately, slapping my buttcheek and making me screech in pain, but I really liked it. I loved the way he was always above me. These games might’ve made me start catching feelings.

“Yes, Toji.” I finally obeyed him, maybe a little bit too soon, but I wanted to surprise him. I wanted him to reward me, not punish me. At least not now. I wanted him to focus on me in a positive way.

He pulled me in for a more aggressive kiss, while one of his hands trailed to the front of my sweatpants and undid the laces. I scratched his chest while I let him do whatever he wanted to me. Was he really going to fuck me or just tease me until I said “yes, I will help you when you want me to”?

“Do I have green light, doll?” He asked me very impatient, pulling my pants down to the floor and tapping my leg twice, signaling me to step out of them. I did what his body language told me to as he got back up, looking down at me with lustful eyes. In my head, I was like: more like anything you want, Toji.

“You’ll know if you don’t.” I answered him truthfully, but he didn’t like what I said. I didn’t want to say straight-up yes. I don’t think he even wanted that, but maybe he had higher expectations. I was emotionally intelligent as well, after all.

“You think that answer satisfied me?” He directly asked me, making me grin while looking into his eyes. Taking a break from sloppy kissing was really building up tension. I wanted him to take off his shirt that was more like a dress on me and put it in aggressively.

“I know it didn’t.” I got dangerously close to his lips, moving mine over his as I spoke. He started to get pissed. I loved it.

“You like seeing me angry, don’t you?” He said through his grin, making me back off a little bit. Yes, Toji. My panties were soaking every time your eyes got darker with anger.

“Do I?” I raised an eyebrow, making fun of the situation and him. He seemed a little bit amused, but annoyed and turned on at the same time. I was living for this combination showing on him, especially for me.

“You’re so annoying.” He muttered while he grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist again, but this time the palms of his hands touched my bare skin, making me gasp. The way his grip was so tight on me naturally made me melt in his hands quickly.

“Just shut up.” I spoke through the breath that I released after he grabbed me, slamming me on his bed and getting on top of me. I always wondered what this felt like, even imagined it between sets at the gym. It didn’t compare to the real thing.

“Make me!” He kept giving signs of submissiveness in the most dominant way that I started to be confused. Did he want me to take control or just to execute what he said? Was I tripping?

“Are you sure?” I asked him, unsure about what he wanted me to do. Did he want me to kiss him harder? Did he want me tot take over control? Did he want to use his mouth on me?

“Sit on my fucking face, woman!” He grabbed my cheeks with one and and spoke to me in a very aggressive demeanor, making me look mesmerized into his eyes. Were my ears playing tricks on me? Was this man really into this? My horrible taste in men ended with this masterpiece of a man.

“Does you son need a mother?” My mouth spoke without asking my brain first, drooling because Toji was still gripping my cheeks and offered his mouth on a silver tray.

“Mmmaybe.” He laughed at my joke, making the same annoying joke just like me, except I didn’t know if I went too far and he said that to avoid any turn-off situation or not. Suddenly, I got back to being shy.

His mouth started to go lower and lower on my body, leaving a trail of saliva on me neck, lifting his shirt, but keeping his eyes closed, kissing every inch of my chest and stomach before he pulled the shirt back down and looked at me for a few seconds, most likely admiring the view. I took his right hand from my thigh and guided it between my legs, making only one side of his lips go up in a small cocky grin. He understood the fact that I couldn’t take it anymore. He took off my

“Keep my shirt on.” He demanded after making a sudden move, switching with him under my spread apart legs. I was worried about patching his pants, but he didn’t care. He pulled his pants halfway down, grabbed my hips and pushed me against his hard dick, making us both moan. Even though he had his boxers on, I felt every single shape his cock had.

“Wasn’t going to remove it.” I tried to take control of the conversation, but it seemed like he completely ignored what I said and kept rocking my hips back and forth with his eyes closed. My hands wandered on his chest and abs, sometimes scratching him and leaving red marks, sometimes just feeling his skin and muscles.

“Good girl.” He spoke through his teeth and I moaned as I breathed out when I heard the words which came out from his mouth. Was he naturally like this or did he read my mind?

“Toji, I-”

“Hop up before I cum in my underwear.” He cut me off right when I was about to tell him that I wanted to switch the position because I was getting closer, but I couldn’t finish like this and nor did I want to. His words made me gasp, smiling as he guided my hips toward his face. I took small steps with my knees until I reached the right spot, stepping over his shoulders as his hands were sliding under my inner thighs and landed on my lower back in the end.

He held on to the shirt from the back, so it wouldn’t fall on his face as I was riding his tongue. I was leaning against the wall with my hands, resting my forehead as well from time to time, watching him devour me with such an appetite. I wasn’t expecting any less from Toji, but I couldn’t believe I was here with him. I wondered how many women he did this with to get to this level of experience. He was global elite in pussy eating.

“Let it out, baby!” He spoke through saliva and breaths, slapping my butt cheek with a little more force, making me moan even louder form the pain in combination with the pleasure as he sucked and licked my clit with passion. It was definitely an extraordinary first time face-riding experience.

“Ooh, you’re good.” I moaned louder, tangling my fingers through his hair, but holding on to the wall better with the other hand. I wasn’t far from the finish line. Everything was so wet down there and I wondered if it bothered him, but I couldn’t ruin the mood with such a killer question. I pretended that he loved it, ‘cause I sure did. He started moaning a little bit under me, sign that he knew I was close.

”Fuck, yes, Toji!” I felt my legs shake when his moans got louder, and deeper, growling into my skin like an animal. I noticed that one of his hands was missing only after I exploded on his face and neck. I looked behind me, smiling and biting my lower lip when I saw his boxer briefs wet at the tip of his cock and his right hand on the length of it. He just came from eating me out. I was even more aroused than before.

“That’s your fault.” He said after I got off of him, well aware that I was looking at his groin area and salivating. I was ready to return the favor, but he didn’t need it. Yet.

“I’m enjoying every second of it.” I remained on my knees next to him, carefully sitting on my legs, trying no to let my juices ruin his fresh bedsheets, even though some drops made it to the pillow he was sitting on. I pressed my lips together, not knowing what to do. I waited for him to guide me to the bathroom.

”Mhm.” He looked at me a little bit tired, but definitely more relaxed than before. He got up, but didn’t get off of his bed but got a lot closer to me, stopping when his nose touched mine. What was he trying to do?

“You’re freaky. I like it.” He said after a few seconds, while looking into my eyes with curiosity. Was he searching for something in particular?

“You think my own liquids disgust me?” I asked more disgusted about the fact that he was underestimating me. What did he expect from me? What was he looking for?

“Can I keep you?” He asked before he got up and groaned at the sight of his cum-filled boxers. I followed him like a puppy.

“Same question here.” I kept the conversation alive, making him chuckle. The way he giggled made my heart skip a beat. His voice made me weak.

“I’ll talk to my son about it.” He opened the bathroom door and stood aside to let me enter first, coming right behind me.

“Are you serious?” I asked confused as I took a seat on the toilet, waiting for my pussy to calm down a little bit so that I could let the rest of the liquids out.

“Why would I fuck with your brain?” He asked just as confused as me, making me blush. Was he toying with me that hard?

He took off his dark blue underwear, wiping himself with baby wipes. He handed the whole pack over after he was finished and I was ready to get up. He was fully naked in front of me. I hardly resisted the urge to jump on him again.

“For fun.” I shrugged my shoulders, making him “pf” while he rolled his eyes. I couldn’t resist looking at his whole body while he was just standing in front of me, washing his face and neck.

“I’d rather fuck you everyday.” He said after he wiped off the water, making my face even more red than it was before. Did he want me to be his girlfriend? Was he ready to be a boyfriend again? Megumi told me different things. I knew what a heartbroken human was capable of and I had to be cautious, even though the sex with him was a dream come true.

“Fine by me.” I pressed myself against him, looking up at his eyes, but not for long because he felt the need to kiss me. This time, the kiss was a lot more passionate, slower, with his hand on my jawline and neck, while the other kept me close to him. My fingers traveled on his cheeks and neck as well, making everything more romantic and a little less lustful. Was he catching feelings? He had two years to do so, but he didn’t seem interested in a little girl(as he should!).

“You’re the father I never had and the lover I wish I’d have.” I let down all my walls in front of him, looking straight into his soul through those deep blue eyes as I spoke softly, making him blush a little bit. That was very cute. Was I going too far again?

“Don’t you think I’m too old for you?” He asked me nervously, never letting go of my waist or cheek. His thumb started wandering towards my lips again, lightly brushing them.

“Do I look like I care?” I answered with a question, but my tone answered both of them. I bit his finger lightly, making him push it deep into my mouth. I sucked on it, but he kept his serious expression.

“We need to keep it a secret until you’re 18.” He said while I pushed his finger out of my mouth with my tongue, licking it from the bottom to the top and then freeing myself from his warm, safe hug.

“I’m sure it’s worth it.” I talked calmly, wetting my hands and sprinkling Toji before I ran out of the bathroom. Don’t you dare break my heart, Toji! I yelled in the hallway while laughing and running toward the kitchen, stopping when I got to the cooking table. I adored his big house. It had mainly neutral tones, black with white, grey and washed out blue. It really looked like a man was living on his own, but he was really organized. His aesthetic was very manly and sparkling clean. I wanted this in my life.

“You really think I’m an asshole?” He asked me through a handsome smile, making me smile as well. This man brought nothing but good time in my life.

“No, but-”

“No. That’s the right answer. Good girl.” He cut me off confidently, trying to catch me, but we kept circling around the table like the cat with the mouse. We were laughing like 2 teenagers.

“What do you need help with?” I asked him while I was paying attention to his body language, dodging every attempt to fool and catch me.

“I was wondering which pictures we should put on Megumi’s cake.“ He gave up at that point, walking slowly toward me, but I wasn’t having it. I kept running around like I double-scooped pre-workout.

“That’s so cute! I got this.” I smiled even wider when I realized that he wanted my opinion on something that was so important for him. His son was, after all, as many parents would say: the light of his eyes.

“Come on, Mabel.” He spoke to me on an annoyed tone, kind of scolding me for acting like a 5 year-old. I rolled my eyes and went toward the fridge where he already was. “Sike! Got’cha!” He grabbed me from behind, lifting me in both of his arms and laughing as I screamed like a spoiled brat.

“Not faaair! You’re a traitor!” I yelled over his loud laughing, making him have even more fun. I tried to get out of his grip, punched his forearms and kicked my feet left and right, but I didn’t achieve anything. He was too strong for me to escape if he didn’t want me to. In essence, this situation was scary, but I knew he didn’t want to force me to do anything.

“Put me down already!” I screeched and he did what I demanded him to do, but he started tickling me and I almost screamed again, but he noticed my lack of breathing and he finally let me go.

“You’re funny.” He said very amused, making me roll my eyes and pout angrily while I crossed my arms. I tilted my head toward the fridge, signaling him to continue what we were supposed to be doing.

“Mhm.” I kept making small steps toward the fridge, making him shake his head and laugh slowly. His eyes checked me out fast before opening the door.

“Are you mad?” He asked while carefully grabbing the big plate, my eyes sparkling at the big blue cake that had little stickers with characters from shows that Megumi liked. “Now, won’t you talk to me?” He kept pressing me after a few seconds of silence, making me raise my eyebrows at him and nod.

“No.” I finally told him, making him giggle again. We both knew I wasn’t serious, but I wanted to see how he made up for it.

“I’ll unclog your vocal chords, but first we need to complete this masterpiece.” My jaw dropped when I heard his words. What did he want to do? Did he want to stuff his dick in my throat? Did I not hear him correctly?

“Haaa?” I asked him surprised and confused, making him grin as he put the cake on the table, grabbing my cheeks with his long fingers and bringing my face closer to his. I immediately caught his forearm with my hands, gripping it tightly and feeling the lean muscle.

“What’chu heard, princess.” He winked at me exactly how he did it at the gym earlier, making me gasp as he let my cheeks breathe, but slipped his thumb in my slightly open mouth, pushing it far inside. “Get that pretty mouth ready.” He added on a cocky tone, making my eyes widen and my cheeks catch on fire. He was so blunt and that made him even hotter.

“Mm” I nodded in approval with his finger still in my mouth, sucking on it as if it was the sweetest lollipop. I decided to tease him a little more, so I brought my head even more forward, taking his whole thumb and a little bit of his hand, sucking it sloppily. I let him take it out and I licked the tip for some extra teasing, all while making eye contact. He was ready for round two.

“You’re so ready.” He concluded out loud, but I kept my cool and I just shrugged my shoulders and rolled my eyes with arrogance. I was very aware of the effect I had on him, especially in moments like this one.

“But the cake isn’t.” I snapped him back in reality, but he just smiled with half of his mouth. He knew words were one of my many talents and he, apparently, liked it.

“Right.” He agreed a little bit amused and ran up to his room to probably bring something back down. I took a few moments for myself, admiring the kitchen. It wasn’t huge, but enough to cook comfortably and not having to worry about space. It was very clean. Toji and Megumi took really good care of this place. I was stunned.

“So I didn’t tape them to their sticks ‘cause I didn’t know which ones you like, so I waited for you to call me.” He explained like a little kid who was talking about a new game that he found interesting, making me smile a little bit. So this was why he wanted me to come so badly, not the nswf parts. I was in awe.

I didn’t speak, even though I wanted to tell him this was a very cute thing to do for his son. I found myself wondering: what present did Toji get for Megumi?

“Don’t play the mute card, young lady!” Toji scolded me like I was his daughter, which was exactly what I craved. In a weird way, this turned me on. I was rational most of the time, but my emotional traumas were way too deeply engraved on my heart and personality. I secretly enjoyed things I shouldn’t have.

I kept quiet, but I looked very carefully at every single picture that included me and put aside what I wanted on the cake. Toji handled the rest of the pictures.

“Are you really mad at me?” He asked a little worried and I just frowned, pouting playfully, trying to get him to understand that I was just waiting for him to do something to take me out of this game. “OK, beautiful. I’ll show you making up after we glue these things.”

“More like making out.” I muttered under my breath, making him look at me confused for a second, but he grinned when he realized what I actually said. I adored the fact that, when we were together, there was a lot of grinning and smiling in different ways. I could’ve flirted with him all night and the next day and we wouldn’t be tired of it. When did everything change so quickly?

“Keep getting on my nerves, princess.” He spoke softly as we were hot-gluing small sticks to the back of the pictures.

After we were done silently gluing everything together, he let me arrange everything. He trusted my artistic eye more than his own, but he still helped and came with suggestions. I had a feeling he would’ve done a better job than me, but it was fine. I felt useful.

“Now that we’re done with this…” he said as he put the cake back into the fridge, making my heart skip a beat, then beating faster and faster. I was still craving the raw sex I was imagining with him when I was at the gym. “It’s time to do something about that nasty mouth of yours, right?” He spoke with that raspy voice, sensual tone that made me weak in the knees. He was absurdly hot when he did that, especially in combination with the stinging eye contact and erection in his shorts, knowing that he didn’t have any underwear on.

“I don’t know.” I tried to shrug my shoulders nonchalantly, but I was sure that my real emotions were showing. Even my voice started to tremble a little bit. I liked playing the dumb little girl and something told me that he liked it too.

“I do. Come here.” He started being more and more demanding, taking full control of the situation. This time, he made me fell like I didn’t have a choice in a good way. There was no room for me to comment or disobey. I loved it. “You’re killing me.” He said between his teeth before grabbing my neck and kissing me aggressively. I gladly responded to the kiss, my hands immediately running through his thick soft hair as our tongues were dancing.

“Why would-”

“On your knees.” He cut me off once again, making me gasp surprised at how blunt he could sometimes be. I should’ve expected that.

I obeyed his words like I was programmed to do it, getting down on the cold floor and looking up at him as his hand was already gripping his hard dick through his pants. I tilted my head in pleasure, because that was the hottest view I ever had of him. I was probably drooling. He smiled at the sight of me on my knees for him, grabbing my face with his other hand and letting his thumb wander on my lips and chin.

“Can you take it, baby?” He asked with a low tone, his deep voice making me nod in approval instantly.

“Mhm” I added while I waited patiently for him to take off his shorts, but he didn’t look like he wanted to do that yet.

“You can’t suck it if you don’t open your mouth, y’know.” He grabbed the back of my head, gripping a little bit of hair as well, making me get closer to his cock, but not touching it yet.

“I thought I was smarter than that, Toji.” I pouted and locked eyes with him while my hands took control over the situation and pulled his pants down, revealing a monster. It looked very hard, stood up and looked at me like I was its savior.

“Holy shit!” I whispered right before Toji grabbed my cheeks and forced me to open my mouth wide, stuffing his cock in my mouth impatiently. I closed my eyes, put my hands on it and got to work. I sucked it a lot better than his thumb, but my hair started to bother me. “Hold my hair, please.” I quickly spoke as I took a short break to breathe and he caught the loose hair strands and brought them to the back of my head, but he gave up when he noticed that he didn’t have as much control over my head.

“I don’t want to ruin you hair.” He moaned and talked to me with the same level of horniness that I had, his hand pushing away my face and signaling me to get back up. “Such a good girl.” He kept praising me while I did as he told me or guided me to, arousing me even more. That was absolutely right, I was the best girl. This was one of the many reasons why I preferred Toji and not his son. Megumi could never.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I moaned out loud as he wrapped my legs around his hips, laying me down on the cold, but clean table and rubbing his member against my wet pussy, making me smile. This was it? Was he even going to last for another 5 minutes? I took that as a compliment.

“Oh, no, baby! I’m not done with your pretty mouth.” He grabbed my neck and pushed it down, rubbing the head on me with his other hand, grinning and moaning while looking at me. We were both such a mess, but somehow it was perfect.

“Wha…” I started talking, but I dropped the sentence as he suddenly left the space between my legs, circled around the table, meanwhile his hand was still on my neck, holding me down. He stopped right behind me, grabbed my waist and pulled me until my head was hanging from the table. My cheeks caught on fire again.

“Have you done this before?” He asked curiously, his eyes sparkling a little bit, but I just muttered a little “no”. My eyes trailed from his beautiful face all the way down to his dick and balls. I was stunned.

“I’ll be gentle, don’t worry.” He assured me before rubbing his tip on my lips to let him in. I kissed and licked it, teasing him a little bit before opening my mouth and trying not to bite him from this position. “I’m not gonna last long.” He frowned and moaned after putting it in, making me moan in pleasure when I heard his words. He started slowly fucking my mouth, while I tried to distract myself from the slight discomfort of this position, pleasuring myself in front of him with my legs wide open.

“Take off my shirt.” He suddenly got out of my mouth, demanding and I immediately got up and obeyed. He was in complete control only because I let him. That thought was enough for me to be confident, arrogant even.

He took off the shirt for me, putting it on the table next to me, then I let myself fall on my back, Toji’s hand catching my head so that I wouldn’t hit it. This was the attention to detail that I had and wanted those around me to have. Toji was the only one who met the standard.

“I won’t cum in your mouth, princess.” He kept using his mesmerizing voice and bent over a little bit to reach my sensitive area, making circular motions on my clit while I was holding on to his hand and tried to get my teeth out of the way. I really didn’t want to bite his dick, but I started to feel dizzy.

“Aghmm!” I made some questionable sounds while pushing him away so his length could exit my mouth, getting up and feeling his hands lightly push me by my shoulders. He immediately knew that something was wrong and didn’t dare to force anything. “I feel funny.” I spoke a little panicked, feeling the blood that was piling up in my head go back down to the rest of my body.

”Fuck, uh, here!” He muttered unsure of what to do, but quickly snapped back to reality and gave me a glass of water. He positioned himself in front of me, pulling me by my legs until they wrapped around his hips again. I drank some water and kept the last sip in my mouth, well hidden and I gave him the empty glass. When he turned back around, I spat at him, aiming at his chest. It was just an innocent joke. I expected him to get annoyed or laugh and quickly shake it off, but he took it as a challenge.

“You keep provoking me, little girl.” He kind of warned me, but I had no idea for what. My pulse started rising when I remembered that his dick was hard between my legs and there was a high chance that he’d put it in.

“You know I like it.” I swallowed the rest of the water and got ready for the kiss that he was leaning in for, closing my eyes and waiting for his tongue to slide between my lips and his cock to finally get inside of me, but only one of them happened. I moaned loudly as his member made its way inside of me, hearing Toji spit very close to my face, then feeling his saliva in my mouth. He saw the opportunity and took it without any second thoughts. I was a little surprised, but I opened my eyes and swallowed, smiling right after while locking eyes with him. He just kept surprising me in all the good ways.

“You’re driving me insane.” He said between heavy breaths, moaning with me while holding my waist with both of his hands, thrusting himself in me forcefully. It hurt a little bit, but my mother didn’t raise a quitter.

“It - oh - goes both wa-aah-ys!” I tried to speak, but I was too overwhelmed to make myself clear from the first try. He seemed to understand what I tried to say. He grabbed my neck and pushed me down, lifting my legs on his shoulders and holding them tightly as he shoved his whole meat inside of me from a position that made my kitty make a lot of noise. He quickly realized that I needed some extra stimulation on my clit to finish, so he spread my legs enough for one of his hands to fit between them, massaging my sweet spot with his thumb until I screamed his name. I held on to his other hand that was still gripping my leg, digging my nails into him and making him groan louder. His voice was the only thing I needed, I came way too hard when I heard him

He pulled out right after I finished on him, wetting the table, maybe even the floor, but I didn’t care. He spread his juice all over my abdomen, letting me watch the sexiest scene unfold right in front of me, on me. My mouth remained a little bit open and I only noticed after he winked at me. He was looking at my face, already in my eyes when I made eye contact with him.

“Great warm-up.” He said after lightly slapping my leg, rubbing his dick on me a few more times before he got the napkins and started wiping me. Warm-up? My heart skipped a beat again.

“I’m hungry, big guy.” I talked to him softly, trying to find some cute pet names for him. I loved it when he called me princess and good girl.

“Me too, princess.” He agreed and finished wiping me, while I was just standing there, accepting the princess treatment. I wanted to keep this man. An angry Megumi was worth it.

“What’chu got?” I asked him happily, making him pout while thinking about what he had in the fridge.

“We gotta shower.” He said as he made his way to the fridge, grabbing a plate with some pizza slices on it, bringing it to me. “You want it warm?” He asked and I shook my head in disapproval, grabbing a slice and eating it greedily. His dick didn’t keep my stomach full.

“I’ll make something later, I’m too lazy right now.” He kept pressing on the same subject, but I just shrugged my shoulders.

“I hit my protein goal for today, I’ll be fine either way. Keep it for breakfast.” I reassured him calmly, very relaxed, high even. I never experienced such good sex in my life. We clicked like two pieces made for each other.

“Such a good girl.” He concluded for himself, making me blush. I never aimed to be the good or the bad girl, I was just me. Was he impressed by something I thought was normal?

“Am I, really?” I made a confused face while asking such an obvious question, making him slightly raise an eyebrow while he grabbed another slice of pizza.

“Yeah. The rest of Megumi’s girl friends are just basic. No discipline, no big goals, just crying about stomach aches and doing nothing about it.” He bit into the pizza, eating a big chunk while looking at me. His eyes were hypnotizing. I swallowed the piece that I chewed and thought about an answer to what he said.

“They made me feel like I was crazy at some point, but I got used to it. I hate basic people.” I spoke calmly, showing a little bit of disgust at the end of the second sentence. I really hated basic monkeys.

“Then why do you-”

“He encouraged me to keep it up when everyone didn’t.” I cut him off just like he did when he thought I was wrong, making him frown worried. He sighed, half proud of his son, but half distressed for him. I knew exactly why.

“He has feelings for you.” Toji read my mind with a worried look on his face. He looked like reality hit him, but I knew this feeling before his dick destroyed my insides and I somehow managed to ignore it. Megumi wasn’t even the last on my list of romantic interests.

“I know. You just made it sound like any man that-”

“No, Mabel. You know I didn’t mean that. You’re a pleasure to be around.” He cut me off for the tousandth time, making me roll my eyes. He tried to be nice, but my inner issues were screaming.

“Really? I thought I’m a brat, especially to people close to me.” We both took another bite from our slices and Toji put the plate back in the fridge. We weren’t full, but we regained some energy. The thought of another round made me blush.

“That’s just because they don’t know how to handle you.” He said after swallowing the last piece, making me frown. Of course he thought it was easy. I let him believe that all this time.

“I don’t let them handle me. What am I? A puppet?” I spoke offended, making him laugh out loud right in front of my face. He put his hand on my leg, gripping it a little bit.

“Sure.” He spoke with a cocky tone, making me exhale angrily. I looked at his hand and resisted the urge to bite my lip. I wanted them all over me again and again.

“Sure.” I imitated him while looking away, making him tighten his grip until it started to hurt. I adored the ways he reminded me who was stronger, in control.

“Did I hear something, sweetie?” He asked sarcastically, but amused, making me pout like a spoiled child.

“No?” I answered playfully, making him chuckle in the ‘you’ll see later’ way. I was afraid, but I couldn’t wait at the same time.

We ended the conversation with a glass of water each and kissing passionately again. He grabbed my waist with one hand and my cheek with the other, his body making its way between my legs again. We were sticky from our previous cardio session and our hands had pizza on them, so we didn’t dare touch each other’s hair or private parts.

“Got’cha!” He laughed after, in a split second, he stepped back and threw me over his shoulder as if I was way too light for him, making me scream scared and amused at the same time. I started laughing, not so sure about this position right after I ate pizza, but it didn’t last long. He dropped me when we got into the upstairs bathroom, holding onto my waist to make sure I wasn’t going to fall. He was such a gentleman, I loved it.

“Why are you still single?” I asked him out of nowhere, shifting the whole mood from playful to serious. In a split second, with some words that I didn’t choose carefully, I might’ve ruined everything. He pursed his lips, his smile fading while looking into my eyes. That was definitely a sad sight.

“I wanted to focus on him, but now I think I have everything I wished for. Without one thing.” He talked to me softly, seriously, making me even more curious about his way of seeing life. Was he ready for another woman? Was there any chance that he wanted me?

“It’s fine if you want to end the conversation here. I was trying to compliment you.” I cringed a little bit, reassuring him while I looked around for a hair tie. I knew I had a few hidden in the other bathroom, but I wasn’t sure about this one.

“It’s fine. What are you looking for?” He asked with a few drops of confusion in his voice. I kind of liked the sight of a confused Toji. I started wondering how hot he could be if he ever let me take over full control and he turned into a submissive man for one night.

“I need to tie my hair.” I smiled awkwardly and he immediately reached behind his after-shave and gave me one of my blue hair ties. I thanked him, asking myself how it got here. I knew for a fact that I didn’t put it there. Did he plan this whole thing?

“You planted little clues all over the house, especially where you knew I would see them.” He answered my questions without even hearing them, making my jaw drop a little bit. I was absolutely mesmerized by this man. “I’m not that stupid either. This is why Megumi thinks you like him back, but I knew the moment you broke up with that asshole that you wouldn’t be with someone your age ever again.” He continued unwrapping my thoughts as if they were Christmas gifts, making me smile and blush very hard. I couldn’t believe he actually caught on my cheesy clues and behavior.

“My hope in men was dead until tonight.” I said happily, trying to compliment him again, but he took it the wrong way 90% of the time. We spoke the same language, so I doubted he didn’t understand what I was trying to say.

His hands landed on my boobs out of nowhere, while I was tying my hair in a high messy bun, massaging my chest slowly, with little to no force and making me smile while I was biting my lip. I loved his soft touch and his rough hits and bites, all in one, perfectly balanced.

“I hope it’s still dead. I know you trust me and that’s more than enough.” His hands trailed down to my waist, pulling me closer while he spoke to me with a little hint of horniness in his voice, signaling that round 3 was about to start in the shower and I was ready for it.

“My ex and Megumi are going to hunt me down and kill me.” I said with an amused tone, but Toji took it more seriously than I expected. He got more tense, aggressive even, pressing us together and kissing me with passion. We were burning again together.

“Over my dead body.” He stopped for a second to angrily say this, grabbing my butt with both of his hands and making me moan in his mouth. The natural possessiveness that this man had in himself, especially(hopefully, only) when he was with me was the ultimate turn on for me. The way he was so sure about keeping me safe, no matter what happened, had my daddy issues screaming in pleasure.

“You’re such a DILF.” I smiled on his lips, making him laugh a little and lick one corner of my mouth, tingling me. I was in heaven.

“Perfect for you, princess.” His spoke in my cheek, making me melt more in his arms. His hands reached my waist, slowly going up on my back while he guided me toward the shower area. It wasn’t a cabin, but an open space in the bathroom with a showerhead and a fancy hole in the floor. The design was flawless.

He made us switch places so that the water hit his shoulders first, gasping when a few drops of cold water hit my face and chest. He didn’t react. It was like he was made of steel.

I placed my hands on his chest, watching the water run down his chest in the white light, feeling his relaxed muscles with my fingers. I licked and bit his skin, making him tighten his grip on my shoulders and waist. He was hiding me with his tall, thick figure. I felt so safe with him. I wanted to scream with happiness and relief. I could finally let my guard down without getting burned.

I wrapped my hands around him, pressing my chin onto his chest while I closed my eyes and enjoyed the intimate moment. The water was starting to feel warmer and Toji slowly made us switch places again, letting me melt in his arms from the front and in the warm water from the back. He pressed his cheek on my forehead, planting a little sweet kiss there as well. It made me smile and blush, rubbing my cheek on him in a cute way in response. When did our situation become more than sexual attraction? Was I blind?

Suddenly, I felt his member wake up and signal his presence, making me smirk. I dug my nails into his back, scratching pretty hard and making him growl. He slapped my butt cheek hard as well, making me almost yell in pain, but we both liked it. We were both pain lovers. Just a little bit.

“You ruined the moment, naughty girl.” He talked through his teeth, but I felt his smirk in the tone he used. He actually liked it.

“You poked me first!” I fought back with a high-pitched tone, biting his chest again and making him laugh. That laugh turned me on again.

He grabbed the bottle of shower gel, squeezed a generous amount in his left hand and rubbed his hands together.

“Can I?” He showed me his palms full of bubbles that smelled fresh, a masculine scent stinging my nostrils. I nodded and raised my hands, letting him touch my entire body with absolutely 0 shame. He enjoyed every second of it as much as I did. His hands massaged my whole body, excluding the downstairs private parts, making me close my eyes and feel his gentle touch. From my arms, down to my chest and back, my butt and legs, all the way back up to my neck. I opened my eyes when he came back up, pushing me under the water to rinse and kissing me passionately. Was this man even real?

“You missed a spot.” I said between kisses, making him bite my lower lip.

“I got a special gel for that.” He answered my concern seriously, making me giggle. Did he want to baby-trap me?

“Second day pills are hell on earth.” I immediately defended myself, making him frown and then laugh when he caught on what I said. Was he not taking me seriously?

“I was talking about that one, sweetheart.” He grabbed my cheeks and turned my head to look at the bottle of gel for the intimate parts. He wasn’t talking about sperm. OK.

“Oh.” I sighed in relief, wrapping my fingers around his wrist and waiting for him to let go of my face, but he didn’t. He pulled me in another sloppy kiss, making me moan. I couldn’t help myself around him.

“No creampies for you, anyway. You’re on a cut, remember?” He cracked a joke, making me raise my eyebrows while I laughed. I was glad he was rational, even when he seemed like he lost control. Was I even able to make him lose control?

“My turn.” I grabbed the bottle and squeezed less than he did, but as much as I could fit in one hand, starting with his chest and shoulders, going down and back up on his arms, his torso and abs. He flexed them when I tried to scratch lightly, making me pout while he just smirked.

“Predictable.” He said with arrogance while I just continued massaging his body, signaling him to turn around and let me wash his huge back. Even his ass was bigger and rounder than mine. I was jealous and impressed. Very hot.

“Nice ass, tough guy.” I commented and slapped it right after, making him huff amused. I continued with the rest of his body, excluding the parts that needed the special gel. I had to get down on my knees and massage each leg separately. He was too big for me to handle him like he did with me. When I sat down, his dick was already looking at me. I couldn’t help but kiss it, licking the tip as I watched his reaction. He tensed his jaw, his eyes darkening at the sight of me looking up at him as my lips touched his member. I kept massaging one of his legs as I opened my mouth and took it in. His right hand instantly grabbed my jaw and pushed my head back, even though he looked like he wanted me to suck the life out of him.

“Not here.” He groaned slowly, pulling me by my face and forcing me to get up, sticking his tongue deep in my mouth. I squeezed my legs together, the familiar feeling of hot puffiness returning down there. I just wanted him to pick me up and fuck me hard.

“Why?” I was genuinely curious why he didn’t want to start round 3 in the shower. Did he have some kind of phobia or trauma?

“It was a long day. We got time to do it anywhere you want, but today I want you in my bed.” He sighed and answered calmly, but I noticed the little hint of fatigue in his voice. Was this my chance to take over control? Was he going to let me? Did I really want to?

“Sounds so good.” I pushed him under the water to rinse off the shower gel. He grabbed the bottle of special gel before I could reach it first, putting it on a very high shelf after he squeezed the desired amount in his hand, making me frown and pout.

“I’ll give it to you before we get out of here. I might finish in your hand and we don’t want that.” He extra-reassured me while I was looking at his hands trying to reach my private parts: one from the front and one from the back.

“Still talking about that?” I pointed at the bottle he didn’t want me to have, making him smirk. I was falling in love with our dynamic more and more.

“You little nasty girl.” He smiled on my neck, biting and grabbing my legs, lifting me into his arms and trying to kiss me, but I turned my head and he just licked my cheek.

“Little? Have you seen my back?” I spoke offended next to his ear, feeling his right side stretch upward, but I thought nothing of it.

“Excuse me!” He said while his hands were doing something behind my back. I tried to turn around, but he didn’t let me. I fought back until he dropped me. His length was full of bubbles.

“Oh, you’re not excused.” I said with a hint of anger in my voice, looking back at his face and noticing a guilty smile. He finished washing himself and stopped the water, placing his big hand on my lower back while our eyes were locked. I couldn’t get enough of his eyes.

“Mhm, we’ll see about that.” He moved in a cocky manner, putting a big towel around me and playfully pressed my bun like it was a button. I started fuming. He wiped his whole body with another towel and stepped aside with clean dry skin. He was almost as pale as me, with blue-black hair and a cheeky personality. The perfect match, if you asked me.

He waited patiently for me to wipe myself, biting his lip as his eyes wandered on my body and his right hand was stroking his dick, making my mouth open in slight surprise. The image in front of me belonged in the most luxurious porn films. I had to memorize this very well for the times when I wasn’t with him. For when I couldn’t fall asleep. He knew he was hot and that made the whole situation 10 times sexier.

“I’m not going to hurry if you do that, Toji.” I tried to tease him back as I wiped my breasts slowly, then I put the towel between my legs and gently wiped her, all while looking into his eyes. He didn’t dare to break the eye contact, but he slowed down the stroking motion. I took some satisfaction out of that. Did he just let me take control over the situation?

“And now what are you waiting for?” I asked him after I hanged the towel, gesturing with my hands for the dramatic effect. He caught on immediately, giving me the ‘are you sure?’ look with a hint of spice in it. I was very sure. I nodded as he grabbed my waist with one hand and lifted me up, wrapping myself around him like we weren’t all over each other a few moments ago. His other hand reached between my legs from behind and started rubbing my sensitive area, making me breathe heavily already as he was taking us to his room.

He practically jumped with both of us on his bed, moaning together as he immediately put his member inside of me. I didn’t expect him to be so animalistic this time, but he somehow gathered his energy to fuck me harder this time.

“I thought y-oh-u were tired.” I tried to talk between moans and slaps, making him smile arrogantly. He was just toying with me.

“I am.” He reassured me while grabbing my legs and throwing me on my side after he thrusted in me one last time and got out. “Turn around, baby.” He demanded and I immediately obeyed, but I didn’t know if he wanted me to lift my butt or not. “Higher.” He said after he positioned himself on top of me, grabbing my hips and pulling them. “Don’t make me repeat myself, angel.” He kept pulling my hips while I bit my lip at the last word that came out of his mouth. I arched my back even more and pushed myself with my hands. He put his thumb in my hole, but I barely felt it compared to his dick.

“Please, Toji!” I begged after a few more seconds of silence, tension building up as I couldn’t wait anymore. He started rubbing his head on my pussy, teasing me way too much.

“Am I excused?” He aggressively grabbed the back of my neck, pushing my head into the soft bed while teasing my hole with the tip. If I said yes, it would’ve been a win win situation, but I wasn’t that weak.

“Fuck!” I screeched very annoyed, making him laugh evilly. I couldn’t say yes or no. I wanted him to choose for me so that I had who to put the blame on.

“Answer, Mabel!” His tone got even more aggressive, gripping my neck tighter while rubbing his whole length on my dripping kitty. I didn’t hold back any moan just to make him fold, but he wasn’t that weak either. The night just got 10 times more interesting.

“Just put it in!” I kept pressing him, but he just slapped my ass and let out a little unsatisfied “mm”.

“I won’t let you cum.” He said with a serious tone, making me laugh out loud. How was he going to stop me? I was too turned on for that to not happen.

“You can’t fo-”

“Yeah, keep underestimating me, princess.” He cut me off like usually, bending over and grabbing something from the bottom drawer. He lifted me up and turned me around, throwing me closer to the edge of the bed. He grabbed my hands and, in a split second, he handcuffed me to his bed. My jaw dropped and I gasped surprised, but he was just proudly smirking.

“You’re going to regret it.” He warned me one last time before he got to work, starting with his hands and mouth. He went down on me, but it was almost nothing like the first time. He was impatient and animalistic, but still so good. He put two fingers inside of me when he noticed that I was starting to shake, stopping right before I was about to reach the end.

“Is this all you got?” I asked with a shaky voice, trying to squeeze my legs together, but he didn’t let me. He suddenly transformed into someone purely evil. I loved villains.

“You’re getting on my nerves again. You know what that means?”

“I’m about to f-ah-ind out.” I tried to keep my cool, but he put my legs on his shoulders again and entered brutally in me, but he still didn’t let me squeeze my legs together. I didn’t try to free my hands because I knew it was in vain, but I was still pulling on the handcuffs. I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, but, somehow, I did.

“Say it, baby!” He demanded once again, making me laugh while moaning and trying to close my legs. His grip was as tight as his tensed jaw. He was on the edge as much as I was.

“Fuck me harder, handsome!” I completely ignored his words, looking at him with pure horniness in my eyes. He looked away, kissing my calf and slapping my butt cheek.

“Goddamit, Mabel!” He muttered angrily, making me laugh even more. I was having the time of my life.

“Let me suck tha-” I tried to annoy him more, but he had enough of this. Toji grabbed my neck and got close to my face.

“You’re not the one in control here.” He said with that deep, raspy voice that I absolutely loved, making me bite my lip in ecstasy.

“Who says that?” I almost whispered, making him smirk widely. I was officially in trouble.

“I do.” He answered simply, getting back up and flipping me around, spreading my legs and eating me out from behind. After a short while, I started to moan loudly and my legs were shaking. He stopped and no later than one second I felt his length slide inside of me. He was growling, which meant that he wasn’t too far either. Still, he didn’t let me close my legs.

“Toji, please!” I yelled in his pillow, biting it as I was taking his huge cock, demolishing my insides with his hardness. He was very close too. I could feel it.

“No fucking way!” He got out and flipped me on my back, handling me with force and anger, but still making sure I was OK. How did de know I liked it this rough?

“What are you doing?” I asked him when he got up from the bed, walking over to the same drawer and searching for something in it. He ripped open a condom’s package, sliding it quickly on his member as he positioned himself between my legs.

“There’s no way I’ll control myself through this one.” He said almost defeated, biting his lip as he got back inside, looking at me, proud of the mess that I became. “Are you OK, princess?” He asked me while thrusting slowly and I just nodded while breathing heavily, little moans escaping here and there.

“Big guy?” I asked sheepishly, playing the innocent card again. I knew he couldn’t resist the innocent Mabel. He threw me a curious look.

“Mhm?” He groaned as the thrusts got faster and harder, making me pull the handcuffs and try to squeeze my legs again. I waited for the pace to be close to maximum and for the tension to build up again before saying the magic words: “You’re excused.”

That was all he needed. His mouth spread in a naughty smile, holding my legs with one hand while the other started rubbing my clit, making me frown and open my mouth.

“Cum on me, Mabel!” He said out of breath as we both moaned and finished at the same time. I couldn’t believe where life brought me. The sex was so good that I started catching feelings, way stronger than before.

After we caught our breaths, we smiled to each other as he removed himself from between my legs, taking the condom off on his way to the bathroom. I carefully got up and started walking toward the bathroom, but I bumped into the most handsome man in the hallway. He offered me the pack of wet wipes.

“Thank you, beautiful, but I need to pee.” I said happily and he just nodded and stood aside so that I had enough space to pass. He slapped my ass and followed me.

We cuddled in bed after cleaning ourselves, laughing and kissing gently like we were the happiest newly weds on our honeymoon.

“We’ll figure everything out tomorrow. Let’s just sleep.” I talked to him softly, brushing his cheek with my fingers while he was holding me tightly wrapped in his arms. We shifted so his head rested on my bare chest, falling asleep only in our underwear, in his cocoon. I wanted to move in with him the next day, but our relationship was impossible at least until I turned 18. What were we?

[kazumiwrites-fanfiction]

I'm Just a Recluse

REQUEST: Hi I saw that your requests were open so I decided to give this a go by the way I absolutely suck at doing requests but I seen almost nothing on this 'prompt' Yandere!idia shroud x reader who has a massive crush on him but thinks he doesn't feel the same way. This idea has been rotting in my mind for the longest time. (ps: I really hope that this was clear enough 😭😭😭 again I'm sorry I really suck at writing requests)

SUMMARY: Does he have feelings for you? WORD COUNT: 1.7k

WARNINGS: Maybe manipulative reader, yandere-ish Idia, Idia being possessive and jealous mostly, Azul just wants blackmail, most likely OOC, Idia getting flustered, written in less than 30 minutes so I can't guarantee the quality but this is how I write- A/N: Anon I love that you requested because I was unable to sleep, but at the same time it's nearing 3 AM as I write this authors note help 😭 (dw you're amazing and your request was perfect, I really suck at writing stuff that was requested so it's like we're two sides of a coin (if that doesn't make sense i'm sorry)) Anyways I'm like 90% sure I botched this because I don't think I know Idia that well (I am going off what I know of him so far, so there may be inconsistencies with canon and whatnot) and it ended up being less yandere?? Idk mostly because I was like "yes I'm writing a yandere but I got an idea that's not 100% yandere" (as one does) and then it went down a whole 'nother rabbit hole- so I'm so sorry if this is not what you were looking for (also the fact that I'm writing this late at night does not help either) Reading your request over I'm mostly sure that what you were looking for was something similar to "soft reader x yandere!Idia" and not whatever the thing I wrote is- but I wrote it so I might as well publish it- Also the fact that I added Azul and Floyd because I love them and my late night brain said "might as well" is uh- yeah- A/N: Also I'm really sorry Idia I suck at titles </3

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You always liked Idia. You weren’t really sure why, since you never really saw him much… He seemed to be always in his room, playing games. Mostly, you saw him while passing by the room that the board game club occupied. Other than the occasional passing by as you walked through the halls, that was the only thing.

Well, there was really nothing to go by, to explain your crush. You tried to dismiss it as just liking his aesthetics, or something like that - you didn’t know him well, after all. Or, rather, at all. And there was no way that he even knew about you.

Well, it was a good thought. Still, you joined the board game club, if only to up your chances of Idia noticing you.

The housewarden of Ignihyde had not registered you much at first. You were the person possibly isekai’d into this world (like a character from an anime), but other than that, you seemed like another regular person.

Or so he thought.

Once you had joined his club, things changed drastically.

You had been doing everything you could to try to spend some time with Idia, playing the same games as him and trying to talk to him.

The poor boy got flustered and he couldn’t do much. Here was a real person who seemed nice, talking to an otaku like him. It was unheard of.

Still, a game was enough to make him relax a bit, enough to have a semi-decent conversation.

He gradually found himself getting more and more interested in you. At first, he had asked Ortho for anything on you, but then he started to try more to connect with you. However, they were subtle.

Sometimes, a note placed in your desk, other times a flower in your room. Small, simple things, never signed, and without a trace of anyone.

Of course, he had Ortho do it - he didn’t want to get caught, that would make him want to die - but he still wished he could see your reactions.

Maybe you were happy, intrigued. But then again, perhaps you would be disgusted when you realized who had been the one sending those gifts. Perhaps you hated otakus. Weren’t they the people least likely to get into a relationship?

Still, he shook off those thoughts. He had to make sure you at least didn’t get grossed out and quit his club. That would make him so distressed that he wouldn’t come out of his room for at least ten years. He liked seeing your face, and didn’t want that light of happiness gone.

He should’ve known this was coming, though.

Unbeknownst to Idia, however, you had struck a deal with Azul. "Help me get Idia to fall in love with me by whatever means necessary," were your exact words. And Azul knew he could most likely blackmail both you and Idia later, however this turned out. So, being the benevolent person he was, he accepted. (And also? It would be interesting to see how this turned out in general, even without being able to get blackmail). As a show of trust, he didn't even force you to sign a contract with him. How truly benevolent he was.

So here you were, sitting a bit too close to Azul, leaning in slightly to him to discuss a game when you heard the door open. Your eyes flickered up slightly, meeting Idia's carefully composed gaze. "Hi, Idia-san."

Oh, how he longed to snatch you away from Azul… But no, he couldn't do that. Obviously Azul was better for you anyway… He was smart, and he could talk to people. And he had money. Obviously you'd like that more than a recluse.

But still… How he wanted you to drop the formal titles and call him just by name… Just like in all the romance anime he watched. "Oh, drop the -san and call me by name!" That's what he could've said, what he wanted to say - but he couldn't. What if you were grossed out?

He moved to the other side of the room, getting out one of the games and starting to set it up. His eyes flickered up as he met your gaze (and unwillingly, Azul's). He didn't miss how your hands were intertwined. Why were normal couples like this…

You tilted your head slightly to the side as you asked about playing the game with him. Idia was startled at first, but reluctantly agreed. He was irritated that Azul was here - didn't he hate luck-based games? Or was he so in love that he would do anything just to stay by your side? Oh, how it made him sick.

After a few rounds, he was done. He was tired of it all. The last straw was when he saw Azul wrap an arm around your shoulders.

Your eyes widened as Idia got up quickly, hitting the table in the process, the pieces scattering to the floor. He didn't seem to notice as he stepped toward you, pulling you from Azul's grasp.

Azul had been holding on lightly, barely even touching you, so there was no resistance. He just watched you and Idia quietly, thoughtfully, all the gears spinning in his head.

"You're not hanging out with a guy like him," Idia muttered quietly. "You're staying with me." He moved his grip to hold your wrist, tugging you out of the club room.

You followed without resisting. What else would you even do? Try to fight him? Of course not. Not when you were so close to getting what you wanted.

He cornered you in a deserted hallway, staring at you. You waited for a moment before tentatively speaking. "Idia…?"

Idia stayed quiet, the tips of his hair just gradually growing into a vibrant shade of pink. Finally, he got out, "…I shouldn't have done that…"

"Shouldn't have done what?" Your eyes were wide, so cute… But he shook the thought off.

"Shouldn't have dragged you away. Obviously you want a guy like him for a boyfriend and not me."

You paused. Your plan… Had it worked? Was he jealous? "Hey- I don't like Azul. Not in a romantic way anyway. The person I like is the person I'm talking to right now."

Idia froze. He had to be dreaming. This had to be some elaborate VR set that showed him what he wanted most in the world. Perhaps… It was so cheesy too. Like some scene from a romance anime. He met your gaze.

But still…

"Me? You have to be joking. I mean, who would like me? I'm just a recluse who stays in his room all day playing games-"

"But you're more than that," you cut him off, before smiling a little apologetically. "You're sweet, and kind, and I love the way your eyes light up when you're talking about your favorite anime or game."

Shit. No one had said that to him before. "W-well. I-" He cut himself off. He couldn't say it. He couldn't say something so embarrassing. Yeah, he had dragged you away from Azul in the heat of the moment, but that was because he wasn't thinking. He let the jealousy, the possessiveness, guide his actions.

And now he was paying for it.

"I-"

"C'mon, Idia-san, get it out." Your voice was so gentle, so soothing.

"I like you and I really wanted to get to know you better but I wasn't sure if you liked me so I sent all sorts of weird creepy stuff like notes and I bet you're disappointed because it was just me and not, y'know, some cool ikemen."

His words were so fast it was almost a blur. Before you could even process his words, he took a deep breath and continued.

"And I really want you to stop calling me -san and just by my name but I don't want to ask that of you because I'm just some random creep who is obsessed with you and wants to keep you to himself and-"

"Stop stop stop." You laughed a little. "Hey, I'm not disappointed that you were the one sending me the gifts - they were sweet. I was worried that Rook-san might have been the ones sending them, but I'm glad to get the confirmation that you were the one."

Why would you think it had been Rook? Perhaps you had a crush-

"And, you only needed to ask if you wanted me to drop the -san, Idia." You smiled sweetly at him.

Well, at least you hadn't caught the 'obsessed' and 'creep' part? That was embarrassing of him to say.

Idia looked more and more flustered before he just stepped closer to you, awkwardly wrapping his arms around you in an embrace. His face nuzzled in to the crook of your neck, heart beating too fast and his palms sweaty. Was this okay? Would you like it - perhaps he should've cleaned up a bit more-

Your arms wrapped around him, and he immediately relaxed. What he wouldn't do to have you hold him like that for the whole night - whole week, even.

Unfortunately, at that moment, Floyd had to come skipping through the halls. "Koebi-chan and Hotaruika-senpai? What're you doing here - Is Azul done with his boring club?"

Idia let out a soft huff, glaring at Floyd even as he held on to you. "One, the board game club is /not/ a boring club, and two, I'm hugging [Y/N]."

How bold of him to say.

"Ooh, can I hug Koebi-chan too? I bet I can squeeze them so tight~"

Idia somehow held you tighter, turning you away from Floyd. "No. Now go run off and find Azul or something." How he had managed to hold a full conversation with Floyd, he wasn't sure. At least he seemed bored enough to run off… He sighed softly. He'd have to spend more time with you in his dorm. He was still holding you tightly as he walked to his dorm.

~bonus~ Azul was just around the corner and listening in to your conversation, phone recording everything that had happened. He sighed as Floyd had come in - of course he had to ruin it. Still, he had gotten some good stuff. "Hmm? Azul, you're here… Spying on Koebi-chan and Hotaruika-senpai?" Floyd's head tilted slightly to the side. "Don't say something as crass as spying. I was merely gaining intelligence." "So, spying." "Gaining intelligence, Floyd." Azul let out a soft sigh. "That you got in the way of." "I did nothing." "Yes you did."

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[jujumin-translates]

Event | Act 3.5 Event - NEW ERA GARDEN | Chapter 4

*Contains spoilers for Act 12 - eternal moment*

Kasumi: “Toshi-san, I heard a strange rumor from your sister.”

Kasumi: …Getting this intonation right is hard. Need more emphasis here…

Kasumi: “Kondou-san, I’ll defend here! I won’t let anyone escape!”

Kaede: Papa, are you playing a woman?

Tsubaki: Or a man?

Sakura: Which is it~?

Kasumi: Uuh… actually…

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Kasumi: …Y-Yukio-san, this… is a mistake, right…?

Yukio: It’s not a mistake.

Kasumi: EEH!? B-But why am I the only one that’s double-casted…?

Yukio: Because I wanted to see you both as Kimigiku and Toudou Heisuke.

Yukio: You just played Shizuka Gozen in “Traces of a Dreams,” so it’d be boring if you were only the beautiful Kimigiku this time around, wouldn’t it?

Yukio: And we needed more people for the Ikedaya scene anyway.

Kasumi: Nonononono! I would be fine if it was just the female role, but it’s been so long there’s no way I can do the Ikedaya sword fight…!

Kasumi: It’s like sending the neighborhood kid to get into a fight with a yakuza boss!

Yukio: It’ll be okay. Yuzo said he’d help you.

Yuzo: …Yeah. Leave it to me. I’ve done this whole Shinsengumi thing before.

Kasumi: !!!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Kasumi: (…Yuzo looked like a total bully then.)

Kasumi: This time, Papa has two roles, so it’s going to be a lot of work.

Kaede: Then you’re gonna have to practice a lot. We always practice dancing a lot at daycare.

Tsubaki: You gotta do it everyday. That’s how you get really good at it.

Sakura: You can do it if you just keep practicing a lot.

Kaede: We’ll go over there and play so we don’t get in your way.

Tsubaki: Yeah!

Sakuya: Good luck, Papa~.

Kasumi: T-Thank you…

Kasumi: …Phew.

*Page turns*

Kasumi: …

Kasumi: (It’s been a while since I played the female role of Shizuka Gozen, but I had so many people compliment me for it that I’m looking forward to playing Kimigiku.)

Kasumi: (The problem is Toudou Heisuke… I guess just practicing… is a good place to start.)

Kasumi: (That reminds me of the disaster that my first time sword fighting on stage was…)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

“…Haah, haah, I’m sorry…”

After I fell to my knees, I struggled to get back up.

My body ached all over and felt as heavy as lead.

It’s like gravity had changed only in the area surrounding me.

“…Ain’t much to be said if the leader is like this. Shouldn’t we find someone else for the role?”

Syu-san’s words were as blunt as usual, but in that moment, they cut deeper than ever.

I felt so pathetic and sorry for myself that I couldn’t even face him.

It was the first time I was assigned a role that involved sword fighting, but no matter how hard I practiced, I couldn’t remember any of the moves.

Even when I tried to follow the movements slowly, it would just end up looking like a Bon Festival dance or something, nothing like a sword fight.

It was no wonder why Syu-san, who was trying to teach me, was so disappointed in me.

“Well, how about we just call it here for the sword fighting practice today, okay?”

I bowed my head slightly as I heard Yukio-san’s kind voice call out.

I was completely devastated by my own inadequacy.

“…”

Yuzo looked at me as if he wanted to say something, but felt like I couldn’t take even the softest of words now, so I just left practice as if to just run away from the situation.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

“…I have to get some things down today.”

The next morning, I headed to the practice room early, determined as ever.

“You’re here pretty early.”

“Eh, Yuzo? Why are you…?”

Suddenly appearing before me, Yuzo throws a wooden sword at me.

As I hurried to catch it, Yuzo spoke again.

“Grip it.”

Without knowing why, I grasped the wooden sword just as Syu-san taught me.

“Try and follow my movements.”

“But your role is…”

“I’ll keep your movements in mind, Kasumi. I’ll do it at a speed that you can keep up with.”

“--T-Thank you.”

It was only after repeating the process over and over again and gradually increasing the speed that--.

“Yay! I did it!”

I was finally able to keep up with the speed of the rest of the group.

The joy of being able to do what I had been unable to do for so long welled up deep inside me.

“This is just the beginning, Make sure you tell Syu-san that this role is yours.”

“…Yeah!”

Yuzo has always been harsh to me, but when I’m in trouble, he comes and helps me so casually like this.

He’s a really reliable childhood friend.

I’ll definitely make this role my own in order to repay the debt of gratitude for all of the help he gave me.

I had made up my mind and got back into the swing of things.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Kasumi: (Back then, there was a feeling I had that I had to do well as the Spring Troupe leader.)

Kasumi: (…I wonder if Sakuya-kun had any difficulties with his first time sword fighting.)

Kasumi: Wait, won’t Sakuya-kun definitely come to see this play…!?

Kasumi: (I can’t possibly let Sakuya-kun see an uncool sword fight. He adores me as the first-gen Spring Troupe leader…)

Kasumi: Sigh…

Kasumi: (I have no other choice but to accept my fate and let Yuzo push me around a bit…)

Kasumi: (But still… in this story, Kimigiku supports the Shinsengumi from the shadows and Toudou Heisuke leaves the Shinsengumi later on…)

Kasumi: (And I want to support MANKAI from the shadows in my own way, and I couldn’t help but overlap with them even after I left the company.)

Kasumi: …I always knew Yukio-san was still amazing.

Kasumi: (He’s truly like a wizard.)

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[kihakugato-art]

The Harriet Pinup Art Project

Session 1- 3Dification & Sketchification

I initially got a little stressed when using the 3D posing in CSP so to give myself a breather I did some traditional art sketches of Harriet! I played around with a few expressions as well as experimented with her having a ponytail (another hat tip towards Mordred Fate, plus I think Harriet just looks good in a ponytail!) which I think I’ll have for her for the planned bigger art piece.

But to answer question from session 0- “how well can I mess with the 3D model to the pose(s) I need”? Doable, but a lil rough; It’s very easy to misclick during the process and mess things up.

[WEEEEEE- those are some broken-ass limbs there!]

It’s also a bit of a learning curve to try to remember which controls affect the 3D model in certain ways. Not to mention controlling/posing the limbs to how you wish can be quite fickle depending on the limb;

Say you want to turn the leg calf horizontally cause its turned a lil weird, it will only let you move it up-down from the calf direction controls, so you’ll need to control the thigh as well as the foot/ankle, which can be a bit unintuitive.

The fact you can save poses (both for fullbody and just hands) was quite handy though to ensure I could reuse or fall back onto a pose or reuse a pose if I needed to.

In the end I tried two different sitting variants; one with one of the legs up, and another where both legs are hanging down. While the latter could give a powerful image if used by a clever enough artist, I couldn’t really nail it, so in the end I chose the former.

["It looks identical"- it's because the changes are pretty subtle without overlaying the two versions over each other. There's a difference between them I assure you!]

Not sure if the Manga toggle is quite the best choice for this piece either since the change isn’t hugely dramatic for this specific piece (it’d probably be better for a piece that’s more action-packed), but I chose it anyways. Now let’s get to sketching!

Not Bad, but it felt off. Some of it is because at the end of the day I did just trace/follow over the 3D image which feels a little unsettling for me in this context- but I gotta remember I posed/positioned the 3D model myself It's not from default poses available in the CSP library. I may redraw over the sketch later without the 3D model to try to maybe try to break any stiffness that may have bled through from tracing which could contribute tot he oddness. Even with that though, something still felt off.

“Where do the wings connect to the back?” was the question one friend gave to me once I showed this WIP with my concerns. She was right; the wings were placed too high, they look like they are directly to the shoulders, which just feels *wrong*.

A little fiddling and the wings were shifted so that they are implied be connecting *below* the shoulder blades. Much better. Now to the setting/background!

[Image source 1, Image source 2]

Among my background inspo folder the retaining coastal wall seemed the most doable. Not to mention my brain was craving it a little bit from back when I got to visit near one of the Great Lakes this year.

Not bad! If I kept the background relatively simple/plain and did contrast between Harriet and the wall it could look pretty good. However- as my one friend pointed out- the pitch for this project I more or less said/implied she’d be on her ship. Which I unfortunately I have to agree.

I’m not super keen on figuring out the deck layout for Harriet’s ship though, since I’m far from done designing her ship. It’d also be different if I had a 3D asset of a schooner ship, but with the work it took to get the posed 3D model in place as well as the fact I’d likely have to pay for such a 3D asset, that route ain’t happening, that ship has sailed (lol punny).

Maybe we can avoid those details by having her sit high up on one of the masts? People go up on masts right??? Alright then- Time to update the inspo/reference folder for backgrounds/settings!

[Image source 1, image source 2- uhhh hoping the licenses for some of these ref images doesn't apply here for the first image or I'm gonna have to remove these images from here- which fair enough, my bad to only realize this now]

The first ref I depended on for a little bit- but then for whatever reason my brain began to REALLY struggle. The beams were easy to set up with the ref but nothing else. I think the image ref just had too much going on in such ways that I couldn’t make a “shape” out of it in my brain, I can’t even tell what some of the parts are on the mast! So after a lotta artist malding I decided to grab the second ref to make things simpler and more clear to visually understand.

[There were far more breaks when drawing this background/setting than I'd like to admit]

And boom! Although I like the retaining wall version, I think the mast is definitely the way to go for the final piece. Some of the rope placement was vaguely bullshitted but it’ll suffice. The cooked fish on a skewer in Harriet’s hand kind of blends in a bit through the background mess though, so I’ll probably resize the fish to be MUCH bigger to make it pop out a little better.

From here I’ll be turning the sketch lines all into one colour (I did different colours to help my brain keep track of the different components in the setting), and we’ll see where I go from there!

[Session 0] [Session 2]

[pangolinheart]

(how far did you have to dig to find that post wow lol)

Anyway Lahabrea

[[Actually it wasn't that hard to find! My obsessive tagging system isn't only for forcing my followers to look at huge blocks of text they don't care abou - it's also so I can find posts when I want to go back to them without going through hundreds of pages of reblogs!

Anyway, when I saw this ask I thought this was going to be the hardest pairing to write for... but it was actually one of the easiest. At first I thought the only way to make something work was to do something Hephaistos/Azem, but I still haven't played Endwalker so I wasn't confident in my ability to write for that time period, and based on ambient spoilers it seems like Hephaistos was pretty preoccupied with his wife and child. Then I realized I didn't actually know what Lahabrea really looked like and, well...

I'm not super happy with the way this turned out, but I'm too lazy to edit it again so it's good enough.]]

Send me a character and I'll describe a ship with them and my OC.

Cid | M'zhet | Lahabrea

TW: Dubious consent (implied). Nothing graphic or anything, it's just, um, sketchy as hell.

What are you drinking?” He leaned over the bar, putting his weight on his elbows. He didn’t sit down – not yet. He waited for an invitation.  

The miqo’te perched on the next barstool looked him up and down appraisingly. She didn’t even bother to hide it. Not in the mood to play coy tonight, it seemed. Maybe she had had a rough day.  

He had waited for her to notice him from across the room. And notice she did. Their eyes met and he fancied he could almost hear her thinking to herself: He’ll do. 

“That depends,” She almost purred, “What are you buying?” 

She hadn’t asked him to sit down, but she might as well have. He slid onto the plush velvet seat. This was a nicer place than usual, he noted. A classy little place where respectable people came to get less-than-respectably drunk. Was she celebrating something? Or did she just want a change of scenery? Who could say? He beckoned the bartender over. Wine seemed like it would suit the mood. He ordered something red and expensive – it wasn’t as if money meant much to him, anyway. 

He was an elezen tonight – dark hair, dark skin, dark eyes. He usually preferred hyur, but this body had been available and seemed like something she might like. Then again, her tastes were wide and varied.  

Why was he doing this again? 

It was no use asking himself the question. He didn’t have any new answers. He told himself that keeping tabs on this shard’s Warrior of Light was his business, but even he didn’t believe that. This could hardly be called business.  

Maybe it was because she made him feel the echo of something he hadn’t felt in a long time: interest. How long had it been since he was really interested in something? Detachment had been second nature to him for so long that he had almost forgotten what it felt like.  

And she was interesting for a mortal, at least in some ways. In others she was almost offensively average. And yet there were times she almost seemed… familiar, somehow. Perhaps it was because she was a Warrior of Light. He’d seen plenty of Warriors on plenty of shards; he could hardly be blamed if they all started to blend together. If nothing else, though, she was interesting because of how interested Hydaelyn seemed to be in her. She had expended quite a lot of power to protect her from the might of the Ultima Weapon, after all. With her strength already waning, he couldn’t help but wonder why she had risked exhausting what little of her power remained on this Warrior of Light. 

The bartender returned with two glasses of wine, and he offered one to her. She accepted it with thanks and took a sip, though her gaze never left his. His own traced along the features of her face with which he had become so well-acquainted – her dark eyelashes over her mismatched eyes, the swoop of her bangs across her forehead, the gentle curve of her lips. He smiled, and she smiled back. 

The first time had been an accident, of course. Entirely improvised. It had been shortly after he had possessed one of her colleagues, Thancred, but before he had been able to manufacture a pretense for the man’s absence. He had, of course, watched his vessel closely enough to confidently impersonate him, at least for a short time. He had planned to slowly withdraw from the Scions, until his presence would no longer be missed. A contingency he had not prepared, however, for was Thancred being seized by the Warrior of Light herself and all-but dragged to a dive bar outside of Ul’dah. He had been caught off guard by this turn of events and he was left with no choice but to humor her, drinking and laughing (or at least pretending to) until the early hours of the morning. Fortunately, he doubted she would be able to remember the night clearly enough to recall if he had said or done anything out of character. His grand plan had also failed to account for being pulled into her sleeping chambers upon their return to the Waking Sands, and into bed with her. He had no way of knowing if this behavior was typical and expected or not. He had never seen it happen before, but that didn’t necessarily mean it hadn’t. He was a busy man, after all. So, he had decided in the moment to just… play along.  

It had certainly been a novel experience. 

“So,” He said in the elezen’s low, smooth voice. “Are you here waiting for a friend?” 

She twirled the stem of her wineglass between her fingers. Always so fidgety. “More like looking for one.” 

“Well,” He set his own wine glass back on the bar. “I’d be happy to keep you company while you look.” 

The second time had been… less excusable. 

After the debacle that was Ultima – curse Hydaelyn for her interference! – he had needed time to formulate a new plan. And while he devised his next strategy, he had had little else to do but keep tabs on the Warrior of Light and her companions. 

It was during this time that he had begun to recognize a pattern to her behavior. On a semi-regular basis, usually when she had quarreled with a compatriot or was otherwise upset about something or other, she would seek out an establishment that sold alcohol and spend several hours there, eventually leaving with someone else. A different person each time.  

Having been expelled from the body of Thancred, he had been forced to seek out a new host, presumably yet unknown to the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, and in his idleness he had begun to wonder… 

Would she even notice? 

She would not, it turned out. At least, she hadn’t yet. And that had been half a dozen times ago, give or take. It had become a fun little game to amuse himself with while he waited for wheels to turn. No round was ever quite the same, and he never used the same guise twice. He tried to vary his selections; different appearances, different origins, different genders. Recently he’d begun branching out into different races, as well (though they might as well all be the same to him). The other unsundered had always nagged him about the frequency with which he discarded his vessels, to which he usually responded that it was hardly his fault these fragments were so breakable and so boring. Not everyone’s scheme could include the industrialized production of clones like Emet-Selch’s did. In the event he hadn’t assumed a new vessel since the last time, though, projecting a different appearance was a small feat for an Ancient of Lahabrea’s caliber.  

He tried a different tact in each iteration, partly to avoid arousing her suspicion and partly because it made the game more interesting. He wasn’t always successful – sometimes she was only in the mood for drinking, other times there was another patron than interested her more than he did, which he found annoying. Once he had even said something that offended her for some reason. He couldn’t remember what it was. Did it really matter? 

She was watching him thoughtfully over the lip of her wineglass. She had half-emptied the glass already. He wondered if that was all it would take tonight. But when she opened her mouth, it wasn’t to invite him somewhere more private. 

“Have we met before? You seem familiar for some reason.” 

The question surprised him, but he didn’t lose his cool, didn’t miss a beat. 

“I shouldn’t think so. You don’t seem like the sort one would have an easy time forgetting,” 

Her grin took on a sly tilt. “Careful. With talk like that one might start to think you’re getting me drunk with ulterior motives,” 

Internally, he sighed with relief, though he didn’t let it touch his face. Instead, he gave her a coy smile and picked up his wineglass for another sip. “Perish the thought! I would hate for you to think me so ungentlemanly,” 

He probably should have stopped after one of her cohorts killed Nabriales. It was no small feat to kill an Ascian, even a sundered soul like his. In fact, he hadn’t even thought the mortals capable of it. Somehow, though, that only made things more interesting. It added the tiniest hint of danger to his little game, and he found he enjoyed it all the more. He had little real cause to worry, of course. Nabriales had been the architect of his own demise.  

Even so, after the last round he had sworn to himself he wouldn’t do it again. 

And had known with unshakeable certainty that he would. 

She set her now empty wineglass on the bar. She had shifted to face him more fully, and he might have missed the way she leaned ever so slightly inward had he not been looking for it. 

“Would you like another glass?” 

She considered it for a moment, or at least pretended to. “Please.” 

“Of course,” He ordered another glass and waited until the barkeep’s errand had taken him safely out of earshot. 

“You know,” he said, surveying her as she had him earlier. “I don’t believe I’ve given you my name.” 

Her lips quirked in a way that he found for some reason endearing. “I don’t believe I’ve asked you for it,” 

He raised his eyebrows in amusement and opened his mouth to respond with some quip or other when he felt someone tap his shoulder. 

He turned in his seat, a bit irritated by the interruption, to see a young Midlander with brooding grey eyes. “May I have a word?”  

He had never seen the man before, but he would recognize his brother anywhere. 

Oh dear. 

How was he going to explain this little caper? He wondered. His previous justifications had barely convinced him, so they certainly wouldn’t convince the Emissary. 

Ah, well. He was sure he would think of something. 

He was, after all, Lahabrea: Speaker of the Convocation. 

Okay in all seriousness this is definitely the most off-the-wall ship I was sent this round. I don't think it would happen, and if it did it would be a total shit-show. It's not necessarily because Lahabrea's a villain - there are of compelling villains ships out there. It's because he's both a villain and not Rhiki's type. He's braggadocios, megalomaniacal, and patronizing (and if there's one connecting thread between all of my characters it's that none of them would up with being condescended to by A Man.) And, for what it's worth, there's not really anything for Lahabrea to like about Rhiki. As an Ascian he's never portrayed as having any interest in or sympathy for mortals. The most any hyur, miqo'te, elezen, etc. could ever aspire to be to Lahabrea is "useful." To be honest, he doesn't really even seem to have any affection for his fellow ascians, though I'm aware there's something of a canonical reason for that. ARR really struggled with creating compelling antagonists, so Lahabrea (and most of the other villains) are painted as just... cartoonishly evil. I'm sure that he's given a lot more pathos in the Pandaemonium raid series, but I haven't played it yet so I can't speak to how well the original Lahabrea would have gotten along with Rhiki/Rhiki's Azem. Really, if you cut out all of the enw backstory, the above is really the only angle I could really see having any legs (as slimy and terrible as those legs are.) In realizing that I didn't know what Lahabrea actually looked like, I also realized that Rhiki has no idea what the real Lahabrea looks like. When I went over all of the times the WoL actually encounters Lahabrea, it dawned on me that the only time Rhiki sees him without his mask... he's Thancred, which is where the idea came from. (TBF to both of them I don't think ARR Rhiki would have had sex with Thancred no matter how shitfaced she was lol. This is just for the sake of exploring the possibilities.) Whether or not Rhiki actually found out about Lahabrea's body-hopping shenanigans is up for debate. I don't necessarily see how she would unless he or Elidibus told her. Lahabrea doesn't seem like he would have any motivation or opportunity to tell her. Elidibus might, if only to make it harder for Lahabrea to do anything stupid that might jeopardize their mission in the future. Obviously, Rhiki would not be pleased to learn this. I don't think any relationship the two of them could have could possibly change the trajectory of the story. The relationship isn't necessarily... romantic in nature. And I doubt there's anything about Rhiki that would make Lahabrea fall so head over heels for her that he would abandon his plans to resurrect Zodiark, which inevitably involves her death. Rhiki has no feelings for Lahabrea (except maybe anger, if she ever found out) but even if she did, she doesn't really have the opportunity to spare his life, since it's Thordan VII that ultimately kills him. BUT this was still a very fun thought experiment! I still apologize for everything that's happened above this point in the post, though. ^^;

[moonfurthetemmie]

So Hunter won’t really change all that much in the funky magic au thing. The main difference is going to be his mental and emotional states because

His bitchass brother is 100% gone, never to return

And

He gets to hang out with Byte again!!!

They’re not friends. They used to be, but not in a very, very long time.

He also was still being a stalker because he couldn’t just let go.

Their friendship ended well before Byte was Queen, and she only found out he’d been following her around the day after she became Queen. And only because the guards were so thrown off by this whole thing that they weren’t in their normal places, and he got caught.

He admits to all of it, and he seems to think she won’t mind, for some reason. He also admits to having snuck into the castle a few times to follow her even when Pluto invited them in

Slash and Pluto are like ‘can we kill him? Just a little?? Please??’

But Byte knows already that he’s a slippery little fucker and is very likely to escape before they can execute him. Even if they did it right then and there. She’s seen some Houdini shit from him okay. She’s real sure the only reason the guards were able to bring him to her at all is because he wanted to see her.

And that, along with the fact that he completely flew below her radar for this long, is why she decides to make him useful.

Hunter gets so excited when Byte goes “Actually I think I have a better idea”

She makes him her personal spy. Espionage, sabotage, intelligence operations. Whatever.

This also means she probably won’t have to worry about him trying some shit as much; he gets to ‘hang out’ with her again. That seems to really be all he wants. She’s not discounting other possibilities, but that’s what she has Pluto and Slash for. And 5000 other guards now.

So…yeah. He works for her. And he’s doing such a good job it’s scary. Pluto and Slash are just as suspicious of him as Byte (if not more), but they can’t deny he’s doing a good job.

Byte just barely tolerates him. She absolutely has not forgotten why she ended their friendship, and she’s not going to. But she’s taking some petty revenge by making him work for her. She’s paying him less than he should be getting, too, but it’s not like he knows what a royal spy’s usual pay is.

He’s pretty much the only one though, because even if she could lower the castle staff’s wages without them going “Whoa whoa hold the fuck up”, she has no reason to.

anyway here he is. He's still being paid a fair bit more than his old job so he's got some rather nice clothes, but he's gotta pretend he's not directly affiliated with the crown. so he's still bloo. normally

While he uses his familiar for the most dangerous stuff (who absolutely has a name, which i can't figure out rn), he still has to go in himself sometimes. And even if he doesnt, if his familiar finds something he thinks Byte would want, there's a good chance someone will try to follow the little (magic) rat. So he has to make goddamn sure no one can trace him back to Phrikeh at all; and especially not the Queen. Which they almost definitely will if he's caught, unless he can prove somehow that he's just a silly little thief guy.

Byte gave him the mask, and swords, but gave him pretty much free reign to design his own disguise. He can use the swords, but not very well. They're mainly for intimidation. They've got SKULLS on them!!!!! Don't mess with him!!!!!!!!

He never tried to create a familiar before Byte 'hired' him, so its form is a leetol rat specifically because he needed a little guy to sneak around for him.

[rek1s-headband]

Break up prank on the sk8 boys

➯ Characters: Reki Kyan, Langa Hasegawa, Cherry, Joe, Miya and Shadow x gn reader

➯ Warnings: none, just some angst to fluff. Enjoy!

Reki:

He thought it was a joke at first

Like you, he watched his fair share of videos, and had seen the trend going around already

But you weren’t discouraged, you were going to try and make him believe it no matter what

He laughed it off the first time, but after you simply gave him a puzzled look and a “huh?”, he felt his heart pick up significantly. Maybe you weren’t joking??

Instantly he was running back in his mind where he could’ve possibly gone wrong, where he could’ve messed up so badly that you felt the need to leave?

After his nervous laugh died down, he went deadly silent

“You’re serious?”

You were starting to feel awful, like maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all, but you decided to persist

When you nodded your head slowly, you could’ve died when you saw how quickly his face dropped

Even though he had a small smile on his face, you could see the tears pooling at the corners of his eyes. He was running a shaky hand through his hair, and when you were ready to take him into your arms, to tell him you were only kidding, he wouldn’t let you get a word in edgeways

A flood of questions was suddenly leaving his moth, all his unvoiced questions coming out in one go. He was holding your hand now in an almost death grip, asking you why you were unhappy, why you wanted to leave

Why he wasn’t good enough for you

That’s all you needed before you were pulling him into your arms, sobbing yourself. This shut him up, he was completely speechless as your tears pooled on his shoulder, telling him you were so sorry, that you were only joking. You just wanted to see him get a little panicky, you never expected the outcome to look like this

As soon as the words left your mouth you saw his shoulders visibly drop, pulling you impossibly closer as he let the last of his tears out. He chuckled shakily, running a hand up your back.

“I thought I lost you for a second there”

That was when you pulled your head out of his shoulder, grabbing his face between your hands and pulling him closer to you. Eyes wide, he simply watched as you declared he could never lose you, that you weren’t going anywhere. You were stuck to him like glue, whether he likes it or not

He gave you one last relieved smile, before he was pulling you close again for a desperate kiss. He kissed you like it was the last time he ever would, because now that he’d thought he lost you, he was never going to take anything about you for granted again

Langa:

Was fully convinced you were serious right off the bat

Right as the words “I think we should break up” were leaving your lips, his brain was doing overtime trying to figure put how he hadn’t realised how unhappy you were. Sure, he was kind of bad at reading emotions, but surely he wasn’t so terrible he couldn’t figure out how his own s/o was feeling?

Was he really as bad at communication as people told him he was?

You instantly regretted your decision as you watched his mouth hang open, saw his eyes scrunch slightly as he wrung his hands quietly at his sides

He nodded, and you couldn’t seem to swallow the lump in your throat as your eyes locked on the small tear rolling down his cheek, which he quickly wiped away with a small smile

“If thats what will make you happy”

You couldn’t seem to collect your thoughts as you watched him step closer to you, dropping his head to your level as he grabbed your hand. It was soft, as if he didn’t want to hurt you any more than he thought he had. He stumbled over his words, trying to find the right ones to say. Eventually he just took a deep breath, and looked into your eyes

“Were you really that unhappy?” Your heart broke when you heard the crack in his voice towards the end. “How did I not notice how sad you were?” Tears were falling down his face again and he didn’t even bother wiping them away this time. Suddenly you were shooting forward, grabbing his shoulders as you began to cry

“You’ve never made me unhappy Langa, not once.” You saw his wide eyes stare at you, not even attempting to reply as he watched you continue. “It was a joke, Langa. I wanted to see how you’d react, I didn’t think you’d take it this seriously. Did you really think you made me unhappy? Ive never been happier than when I’m with you-“ you barely got to finish before he was wrapping you in his arms, his grip vicelike. His face was digging into your shoulder, clinging to you as if you’d disappear any second.

His breath was ragged and shaky as he pulled you even closer, making sure there was absolutely no room for you to escape. You ran your hand through his hair in an attempt to calm him down as he slowly emerged from your shoulder

With a small chuckle, he rubbed the side of your face with his hand, letting his head drop slightly as he let out a sigh of relief

“I really thought I was ignoring my own s/o’s feelings.” You laughed, pulling him into another hug

“If I’m ever upset, I’ll let you know. Just know it wont be for quite a while” you grinned, grabbing his collar to pull him into a kiss. It was sweet, and gentle, and you felt all your previous problems melt away as Langa pulled you closer, smiling into the kiss

Cherry:

You and Kaoru rarely fought, and when you did it was over minor things that were reconciled within a day. So when you were sitting him down, asking if he’d be okay with breaking up, the only thing he could feel was complete confusion.

What happened? You’d always been so happy, never expressing much discontent. And besides, whenever you did it was resolved as soon as possible. What was so different today?

What was making you so unhappy that you felt the relationship was beyond saving?

Or worse, what outside your relationship was making you happier than him?

He kept these thoughts to himself, coughing quietly to try and open up his throat that seemed to be impossibly tight at that moment. He held your hand, stroking it softly and nodding before looking up at you

“Why the sudden change of heart, hm?”

The small smile on Kaoru’s face that was slowly diminishing by the second made you want to melt into the ground. Even when you were asking him to leave, he was still so caring, still so loving. You could only watch, feeling your heart break as he looked at you, his eyes glassy as he quickly plastered the fakest smile you’ve ever seen onto his face

“Well, if you’re unhappy when you’re with me, surely we shouldn’t be together.” He let out a small, breathy laugh that was almost missed by you, if you hadn’t been watching him with such avid horror. “I dont know why you feel you aren’t happy anymore, sweetheart, but I’m glad you realised what you want.” You watched him stand without a word, as you slowly realised that this is real.

He thinks this is real

That was all you needed before you were leaping off the couch, practically turning it over with the force you’d pushed off it. You were shouting his name, grabbing him by the arm and absolutely dragging him to face you. With the sudden turn and shock, you both ended up on the floor as you began to babble, words pouring out of your mouth and tears streaming from your eyes

“Kaoru, of course I’m not unhappy, you always know just how to make me happy, I could never leave you!” You were jumping on top of him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he sat up, a hand on your back and the other pulling your hair back from your face, trying to find any trace of a lie on your face

“Are you serous? It was all...” he was speechless. He didn’t realise you would even pull something like that, much less go so far with it

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” you sobbed. “I never meant for it to go this far. I just wanted to see you get a little worked up, pull a funny prank, nothing else, i prom-“ you were cut off when Kaoru pushed his lips onto yours, breath shaky as he ran his hand through your hair, as if you were going to disappear any second and he was making sure you were still there

When you finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yours, letting out a small laugh

“Don’t ever pull that shit again”

Joe:

When you first brought it up with him, he felt his heart drop into his stomach. Surely you weren’t serious, right?

He kept a smile quirked on his lips, a questioning look in his eyes. Still, you kept a face of steel, as if challenging him to ask if you were joking

As worried as he was, he wasn’t sure you were being serious. Something about it wasn’t..genuine? You looked too straight-faced, your expression staying neutral the whole time as if to not give something away. He was certain he hadn’t done enough to make you this delighted about breaking up, so why were you so unaffected?

The cogs were turning in his brain, all arrows pointing towards one of two directions: either he was a massive dick, or it was a prank

Oh. A prank

Of course, he wasn’t certain, but it would certainly explain quite a bit

So he decided on a plan. It wasn’t exactly the nicest thing to do, but if it was a prank, it was a nice way for him to get you back for the little skit you pulled. And if it wasn’t a prank, well, maybe it’ll take the sting away a little

His mouth quickly dropped to a frown, ready to put his plan into action. “Oh yeah? Well, thats a bit of a relief.” He had to try hard to hide his grin when he saw your eyebrows furrow, saw the frown begin to spread across your face. So maybe it was a prank. You could only watch as he continued his speech

“You see, I’ve been thinking about ending things for a while now. There was a girl at S I met a few weeks back, and man, you should’ve seen the eyes she’s been giving me. Anyways, I’ve taken a real liking to her, and Ive been thinking about giving things with her a shot. Of course, now it shouldn’t be a bother, right?”

When he saw your face contort from confusion to anger, he knew he’d fucked up severely. Suddenly you were getting up close to his face, prank forgotten, poking him in the chest as you began to shout

“Are you serious!? After all we’ve been through together, you’re just gonna leave me for some bitch you met a few weeks ago??” You were fuming at this point, while Joe watched you with with a look of mock confusion

“What’s your problem? You were the one who wanted to “break up”, right?” Something about the way he said ‘break up’ made you freeze, looking up at him as you watched a grin begin to form on Joe’s face. That bastard

“You...you asshole!” You were lost for words. He knew this whole time? And instead of enlightening you, he decided to play along? You watched with a blank expression as Joe laughed, pulling you into a hug

“I knew it” he let out a loud laugh, but it almost seemed forced. You pulled away, and when you tried to look at him his eyes seemed to be everywhere but you. You grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at you

“You didn’t think id actually want to break up, did you?” When he simply frowned, pulling his eyes away again you cooed, pulling him into your chest as you stroked his hair, feeling his arms slowly wrap around your waist and hold you close

It’s safe to say the two of you stayed like that for quite a while

Shadow:

When you asked him to break up as a joke, you simply wanted to see if you could piss him off. Hiromi was prone to getting mad at the smallest things, cursing up a storm when he did something as small as mess up his makeup

So when you saw his face break, felt him shrink in on himself as he asked you why, what had he done that made you want to leave, your face was frozen with shock

Now this was completely new. Of course, you knew Hiromi wasn’t just some big angry man, but you didn’t think he’d get this worked up

Brows furrowed, he brought a hand to his forehead as he let out a long breath

“What happened?” Those two words held so much emotion it almost made you break. You didn’t realise how much this would affect him, just how upset it would make him. But here he was, an emotional wreck as he wiped an almost-tear away from the edge of his eye

But soon after, he was stepping close to you, grabbing your hand and looking at you with all the sincerity in the world

“Please, give me another chance. I dont know what I did, but I do know we can fix it. I know we can, please y/n. I cant lose you”

His heartfelt speech was all you needed for the tears to slowly fall from your eyes, Hiromi looking at you with a look of concern, and confusion. You were stepping into his arms, crying silently as he hesitantly put his arms around you, not quite sure what to do. So was that a yes?

You picked your head off his shoulder, not moving from his arms

“Oh, Hiromi” he looked down at you, concern washing over his face once more. “It was only a prank, I’m so sorry.”

Now he wasn’t just upset, but relieved. A bit of anger was in there somewhere, but that could be overlooked for now. He let out a loud laugh, hugging you so tightly you could’ve sworn you felt at least 3 of your ribs break

“And what made you think that was a funny thing to do?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, not letting you out of his death grip. You simply shrugged, burying yourself deeper into his chest. He smiled, his knees practically buckling after the whole ordeal

He held you at arms length, a frown on his face. You felt a twinge of panic, maybe he wouldn’t forgive you?

This thought was quickly forgotten when he barked out a loud laugh. He dropped his face to your level, putting his hands on your shoulders

“Pull something like that again, and I swear you’ll give me a heart attack”

Miya:

Miya has never been one for properly expressing his emotions, so when you walked up to him one day and asked him to break up, he simply frowned. He didn’t let it on, but his world was very quickly caving in around him

Keeping a neutral expression, he sighed and nodded his head. He didn’t trust himself to speak right now

When you gave him a confused look from his lack of a verbal response, he really had to try to not walk out of that room there and then. You break up with him, and then expect him to just take it and walk away with a smile??

When you continued to look at him expectantly, he just let out a breath, turning away from you. “Fine. Whatever. If thats really what you want then so be it” he was kicking himself for being so blunt, but what other choice did he have? He couldn’t think, his lungs felt too small, too cramped

And now you were going to leave just like everyone else had

You tried to put your hand on his shoulder, calling his name quietly. He simply shrugged you off, dipping his head so you wouldn’t see the tears that were quickly collecting in his eyes. You’d just dumped him, the last thing he needed was you seeing him cry. You didn’t give up, asking him why he wouldn’t just look at you. Still not facing you, he attempted to talk again

“What more is there to discuss? You want to leave, so go. I’m not going to stop you if its what you want.” The crack in his voice at the end of his sentence broke your heart, and you were quickly turning him around, with more force this time, so he was forced to look you in the eyes

“Do you really think I’d leave that easily? It was a prank, you dumbass.” His head was buzzing with thoughts, why the hell would you do that? So you dont actually want to leave? You’re still gonna stay with him? You-

His thoughts were interrupted by you flicking his forehead. His hands flew to his head, letting out a cry. First you pretend to dump him, and now you have the audacity to flick him?

However, it did serve its purpose of pulling him out of his thoughts, and you were quickly pulling him into a hug while you stroked his hair. Before long you felt your shoulder grow wet with tears, the occasional sniffle leaving him. You laughed, holding him close as you tilted his chin to look at you

“I’m not going anywhere, as much as you might like me to. You’re stuck with me for a while longer, Miya Chinen.” He looked away from you, clicking his teeth

“Shut up..” he was mumbling, but there was so mistaking how hard he was gripping your clothes, as if you might try to leave again. But like you said, you weren’t going anywhere for quite some time

[angry-geese]

Can I request nsfw+fluff gojo x fem!reader? (established relationships) Just gojo being horny and needy after weeks not seeing reader due to work. (Uuuu and may I add breeding kink too <3 ) Lmaooo what's wrong with me✋🏻😔 I love your works btw and just take your time💕💕 here *slides a cookie 🍪 *

YESSSS gojo + breeding kink is top tier. i got a little carried away with this one lol

When We Meet Again

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Warnings: shameless smut. oral (fem receiving), creampies, mating press, unprotected sex, fingering, fluff and smut. slight somnophilia (kinda??) fem!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

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It's well past midnight by the time he gets home.

Save for a single light in the kitchen, the apartment is dark. Leftover pastries sit out on the counter, covered with a bowl to keep bugs from getting to them, alongside your keys, and an empty mug of tea. A grocery list has been stuck to the fridge. A rack of dishes sits beside the sink, drying.

You're not in your usual spot on the couch. He's not surprised. It's late. And though you don't have work in the morning, you were never one to stay up so long. You must have gone to bed already. You might have stayed up had he bothered to tell you he was coming home. But he didn't. His plans changed at the last moment, and not even he knew he'd be back so soon.

He hates being gone this long. He misses sleeping in his own bed. Sometimes he forgets just how cold a bed can be without someone else in it.

The door to your shared room is open. Though it's dark. There's a faint green glow from the alarm clock on the side table. The moon is full enough tonight to provide a bit of light; a pale silver glow fills the room. And there you are, curled up on his side of the bed. In one of his shirts. A black button up that’s a bit too big for you, with sleeves that hang well past your fingertips.

It's not like he can refuse. If he’s getting called out to help, then there's probably not someone who can go in his place. The strongest doesn't really have time to take a vacation. He’s on call 24/7. Between his teaching job at Jujutsu Tech, and the major clans of Jujutsu society constantly demanding his attention, he’s rather short on free time.

It was a tedious job. Not worth his time. Not particularly tough, albeit time consuming. But the previous two sorcerers came back with nothing. And so he was sent out. Cleaning up someone else's mess.

The first week he called every day. The job wasn’t supposed to take any longer than that. Or so you both assumed. As the second rolled through, your calls grew shorter, and less frequent. He found himself frustrated with the lack of contact. It wasn't either of your faults. Your work called for you to be out during the little free time he had. Overtime. When you did have time to call each other, you were often exhausted, and short with him. The distance was putting a strain on your relationship.

The worst part of it all; he couldn't fuck you. And for a man that could go multiple rounds in a day, that was miserable. His love language is touch. Not being able to hold you was… well, miserable.

You don't really know the extent of the effect you have on him.

He's too tired to change, and he showered before he left, so he strips to his boxers and pulls his side of the blankets aside. Tomorrow is laundry day anyway. You always choose Sundays for laundry day, because that's the day before you have to go back to work. There's just enough room between you and the edge of the bed for him to slip in.

When something makes him stop dead in his tracks.

It's your voice. You’re calling out his name. You aren't awake, and though you do sometimes talk in your sleep, tonight is different. When it does happen, it's usually nonsense. Soft, endearing babble that he can't help but listen to. He says your name, softly, but you don't respond. Enough moonlight streams in through the window to see your face. Your brows are knit in concentration—possibly frustration—and sweat beads in your hairline.

Are you having a nightmare?

The bed dips under his weight as he sits, resting a hand on your thigh. Your skin is rather warm, he notes. You roll over onto your side, burying your face in his pillow. He pulls the blankets up, tucking them around your shoulders, as you’ve kicked them down by your feet in your sleep.

There it is again. You say his name, but there's a level of desperation behind it.

There's no denying the wetness between your thighs. You squeeze your thighs together in an unconscious attempt to get some relief. Your breathing is labored.

It's only a moment later that the realization kicks in.

The grin that splits his face can only be described as malicious in nature.

His hand creeps higher on your thigh, nudging the hem of your—his—shirt up. You’re not wearing anything underneath. The sight of your slick cunt is nearly enough to make his cock stand to attention.

His gaze falls to the curve of your hips, just barely illuminated by the moonlight. He likes the light of you in his shirt a little more than he likes to admit. Though he’s never been quiet about how much he appreciates your body.

Your body freezes the moment his thumb grazes across your slit. So does he. You’re so wet. Must be a real nice dream. You roll onto your back, your legs parted slightly. The soft gasps and moans that leave you are like music to his ears. Gojo takes this as an invitation to continue, his hand moving further up your thigh, lazily tracing circles into it.

You must've missed him more than he expected.

Your body registers that someone is touching you before it registers just who is doing such. In your sleepy, dream-ridden state you don't recognize the figure in front of you. In the dim light of the room, you can make out a mess of white hair, and the reflection of dark, round glasses shoved up into his hairline. Gojo’s eyes practically reflect in the dark.

You jolt awake, sitting up. “Jesus christ-”

“‘S just me, Mochi,” he says, though it does little to settle your nerves.

If you weren't awake before, you certainly are now.

“What? You watch people in their sleep now?!” You scold. “‘Toru- you scared the hell out of me!”

You flop back on the bed. The blankets pool around your hips. You reach to pull them back up, finding your bed colder than usual.

"You were calling out my name." He says.

"Oh," you say, and though there's little light in the room, he watches your face flush, "must have been dreaming about you."

“Wanna recreate what you were dreaming?” He asks. Rather smugly, might you add.

You roll your eyes. “Go to sleep.”

"Scoot over then. I'm gonna fall off the bed."

This prompts an evil sounding giggle from you, followed by a: "fall then."

"Alright," he says, rolling over to lay on you, throwing his arm around your waist. You’re effectively pinned under him, as the awkward angle won't allow you any leverage to throw him off. He attacks the exposed part of your neck with kisses, sucking hickeys into the flesh of your neck and shoulders. His hair tickles your skin.

“‘Toru- stop!” You squeal. “Let me go-”

“Not until you apologize,” he says, planting a wet kiss on your jaw.

“Never!”

“Then I guess I won't let you go.”

His arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you flush to his chest. One of his hands finds your own, his fingers lacing with yours. His legs tangle with yours in a way that holds them in place. Worming out of his grip in this position would be a near impossible task.

You suppose there’s worse fates than this.

It would be easier to stay awake if he wasn't so warm. Or if he didn't smell so nice. Or if he wasn't softly rocking your body with each breath he takes. His thumb traces soft circles around your knuckles. Gojo’s breath is warm against your neck, making goosebumps rise along the soft flesh. The steady sound of it is almost enough to lull you to sleep.

"I missed you." You say. Your voice is almost too soft to hear.

“I know.” He says. His arms give your midsection a reaffirming squeeze. “I missed you too.”

“How was work?”

“A shitshow,” he says, leaning to nip at your earlobe, “but I get to come home to you, so it’s not all bad. How’s everything been around here?”

“Quiet.” You say. “Kinda boring without you. I wish you told me you’d be home tonight. I would have done something special.”

“It was a spur of the moment decision.” He says. “I didn't expect to be home so soon either.”

“We should do something tomorrow, then,” you say, “a new ramen place opened up down the street. You know where the old bakery used to be? They leased the place out.”

Gojo hums in response. Ramen sounds nice. Especially now. But he’s too tired and too horny to worry about food. Why have ramen when he has a meal right in front of him? Or a snack, as he often likes to call you. To which you roll your eyes, but there's no denying how he makes you blush.

You take back what you said about finding it easy to sleep. He’s moving around a bit too much for that. Gojo isn't subtle about it either. Nothing about the man is. He foregos subtly in favor of announcing nearly everything he does. Loudly. Who would dare stop him?

But you guess it's part of his charm. His dorky, sappy charm. You’ve kind of signed up for it, so you’re not complaining.

You scoot away from the edge of the bed a bit, thinking he needs more room. Gojo pulls you back to his chest, thinking you’re trying to run away from him.

“Quit squirming.” You hiss.

“Sorry Mochi,” he says, “just tryna get comfortable.”

And he really does mean it. But he’s been gone from you for so long that he's forgotten how nice your body feels against his. A little too nice, he’ll admit. Phone sex is nice, but it's not the same as the real thing. It gets old after a while. His hand doesn't quite compare to yours. Or the real thing. Something hard presses against your thigh from behind.

That's when it clicks. You just smell so nice. Your body is so warm against his. You look so nice in his shirt. Can you really blame him for getting hard?

You aren't sure he knows that you know. You shift a bit. It appears you’re only trying to get comfortable. His grip around your waist loosens, allowing you to settle a bit closer to him. You can't help it if your shirt rides up a bit, exposing the perfect curve of your ass. He prefers you in nothing at all, though the sight of you wearing his clothes is certainly a nice one. Any sight of you is. Gojo is shameless in the way he adores your body.

Once settled, his arms return to your waist. His head falls into the crook of your neck. He’s doing little to hide the tent he sports in his boxers. Maybe he thinks you don't notice. Or maybe he’s trying to ignore it.

“Stop that,” he says.

“I'm not doing anything,” you say, with the same evil giggle as before.

“Why do I not believe you?”

His lips find your neck, sucking a dark mark into your pulsepoint. The sudden sensation of lips on your neck makes you squeal. In your ear he coos every sappy nickname in the book that makes you blush.

You hardly notice as his hand trails lower. Your legs part just enough for him to slip his hand between them. He does nothing but seek out your warmth. Yet.

A familiar tension returns to your stomach. It's not unpleasant.

So that's what he was doing. Not that you’re complaining.

“Missed you, Mochi,” he says, gasping at the wet feeling of your cunt, “missed you so much. You have any clue what it's like being around all those weird old men all day? For days on end, no end in sight?”

It always surprises you just how bad the man can be with words, yet how good he is with his mouth.

His fingers find your clit, drawing lazy circles around the bundle of nerves. Your breath catches in your throat. You can't deny how nice his long fingers feel inside of you.

“Seems like you’ve missed me too.” He says, his breath warm against your ear.

“Whatever you want to think, old man,” you say. Though you have missed him. You always do. But there's some fun to be had by teasing him.

“Old man?!” He sounds genuinely hurt. “Don't be like that. I know you like having me around.”

“Oh really? What makes you think that?”

His fingers move to press into the tight entrance of your cunt, his thumb brushing across your clit. The soft gasp that leaves you is practically music to his ears. To give him credit, he is good with his hands.

“Did you think about me while I was gone,” he coos, “did you touch yourself while you did it? I did. Couldn't keep my mind off this sweet cunt of yours. I think I want a taste.”

Your only response is a soft moan. Heat pools low in your stomach, growing in intensity with each skilled movement of his hand. He moves so you can lay on your back. Your hands find the sheets, holding them in a death grip. Gojo nudges your legs further apart with one of his knees.

The kiss he pulls you into is uncharacteristically soft, and needy. He moans nearly as loud as you when you nibble on his bottom lip, hips lips parting, allowing the strong muscle of your tongue to explore his mouth.

Your hands work to undo the top few buttons of your shirt, exposing your breasts. His free hand comes up to grope appreciatively at your tits. Gojo has never been shy about how much he adores them. Or shy ever, to his credit. You’re his, and he would show you off to the world if you’d let him.

But sometimes he prefers to steal you into his domain, and hold you there. Close. Where you’ll always be at his side. The one place in this universe he can truly promise you’ll be safe.

You hardly notice as his kisses trail down your neck. Down the valley between your breasts. Working the last few buttons of your shirt open with his long fingers. What you do notice is the sudden absence of his hand.

Your legs part to give him room to settle between them. His head rests on your stomach. His warm breath tickles your skin.

"You gonna let me have a taste?" He asks, nipping at your thigh.

You swallow hard, eyes locked on him. Slowly, you nod.

You gasp at the feeling of his warm tongue, licking a stripe from your bellybutton to your mound. He's not touching you where you need him most. And that frustrates you. You buck your hips up towards his mouth, eliciting a soft laugh from him. He can't tease you too long. His cock is painfully hard, leaking against his thigh in his boxers. He can only hold himself back for so long.

You freeze at the feeling of a hot tongue against your clit.

Gojo eats pussy like a starving man, presented with his favorite meal. He does nothing short of savoring you. How you smell, how you taste, how you sound. He's shameless in how he adores this. Gojo moans nearly as loud as you at the taste of your cunt. Sweeter than his favorite dish. Meant to be savored.

You can't deny that he's good with his mouth. His tongue works circles around your clit, drawing gasps and moans from you.

Heat builds in your stomach, drawing you closer to your impending orgasm. One that comes upon you far sooner than expected.

Maybe you’re more pent up than you thought.

Your thighs clench around his head as you cum hard. He lets you ride out your orgasm on his tongue, working you through it with his skilled mouth. He’d stay with his head between your legs forever if you’d let him. Which you don't, as overstimulation soon registers in your lust addled mind, and you shove his head away.

The lower half of his face glistens in the dim light, wet with saliva, and your own slick. He’s far from subtle in the way he licks his lips, or groans at your taste. He may have gotten a bit too excited. It's not unlike him to get carried away. How can he resist a fertile cunt like yours?

“I think you should taste yourself,” he says. His hands move to cup your face as he pulls you into a kiss. You taste yourself on his lips. His hardened cock grinds against his thigh.

“‘Toru-” you whine.

“What's the matter baby?” He coos. “Use your words.”

“Fuck me.” You say. “I need you, ‘Toru. I need your cock in me.”

“Why didn't you say so?” He says, though the desperation in his voice is palpable.

He wastes no time in shoving his boxers down his hips, freeing his cock.

He’s not the most intimidating in size, but his cock is nice, and fairly thick, with a slight upward curve. The patch of hairs towards the base are soft, and white. Generally you don't need a whole lot of prep to take him. Which is helpful when he can't keep his hands to himself, and insists on fucking you in the bathroom during dinner. As much as he likes to take his time with you, he’ll take you anywhere you’ll let him. At work, or over every flat surface of your apartment. Not a single room of your home was spared. Not that either of you mind.

“Gotta work you open first,” he says, “don't want you to be too tight, do we?”

Between his saliva, and your own slick, you put up little resistance. He’s able to slide one finger in. Then a second, with no issue. His fingers curve, stroking your g-spot. His thumb works soft circles around your sensitive clit as he works you open with his fingers. Really, this is unnecessary. Your cunt is practically dripping with your own arousal.

He makes a show of licking his fingers, groaning at the taste of you. Gojo really has no shame.

The moan he lets out as he sheathes himself is truly sinful.

It's another moment before he starts thrusting.

Gojo needs a moment to collect himself. He’s been working himself up for hours if not days. All the nights he spent, thinking of what he’d do to you once he got home. He’s gone over this day in his head about a hundred times.

The sound of his hips slapping against yours fills the room. His taunts turn into senseless babble. Strands of praise mixed with Gojo’s overall dorky remarks. Pleas of your name, calling you mochi, baby, honey, and every other sappy nickname he can think of. His head falls into the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking at the soft skin. He’s not going to let you leave this bed until you’re thoroughly marked up.

Tension grows in your stomach like a rubber band being stretched tight. Your previous orgasm has left you overly sensitive, and leaves another orgasm creeping up on you sooner than expected. His hand falls to your stomach, working lower until his thumb finds your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub.

He presses your legs further back, shoving them almost to your chest. The stretch leaves a pleasant burn in your hips. Your body isn't really meant to bend this way, though it’s not completely uncomfortable. It's not long before he has you into a full mating press, rutting against you desperately, fucking you into the mattress. The bed frame groans in protest with each of his thrusts. Deep, and unrelenting. Gojo’s cock curves in such a way that hits your sweet spots just right, leaving you writing under him.

“Gonna put a baby in you, Mochi,” he says, “gonna breed this pretty cunt of yours.”

You nod along desperately. You want nothing more than for him to cum inside, filling you completely.

He silences your moan with a kiss, his teeth clashing against yours. His tongue presses past your lips, exploring the wet cavern of your mouth. You can still taste yourself on him.

A line of saliva connects your lips as he pulls away.

“Not gonna ask you to take all of it,” he says, “but take everything I got.”

And with that, he can't hold back any longer, painting your womb white. Gojo’s cum is normally thick, and there's normally a lot of it. Today even moreso. Two weeks away hasn't helped with that. Cum runs down your thighs in streams, ruining your sheets.

The elders aren't going to be happy that he’s so reckless with his precious seed, but Gojo couldn't give a damn. The elders can talk all they want. That's all they're good for. He gets to cum in a warm place, and that's more than any of the others can say.

He practically collapses on top of you.

Gojo shifts so less of his body weight is on top of you. And though the room is rather warm, you find yourself nuzzling into his body, seeking out his warmth. His arms have always given you a sense of security, especially when wrapped up in them. They find your waist, pulling your back flush to his chest.

For a moment the two of you lay there, basking in each other's warmth.

You’ll have to get up in a bit anyway. To clean yourself up, and change the sheets. And get a new shirt. Probably another one of Gojo’s. He’s never been against seeing you wear his clothes. They never stay on you for long, though.

You pry his arms off, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, but he notices, and tightens his grip.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks, sounding rather offended.

“To get a drink,” you say, “I'm thirsty. Why? Do you want one too?”

“You think I’d let you go after just one round?” He asks. “You’re not leaving this bed until I’ve fucked you full of my cum.”

You're in for a long night.

[luminari-mc]

(Mammon x MC/Reader)

Prompt: "She doesn't compare to you. No one does.”

Genre: Angst, hurt(emotional)/comfort.

Pairing: GN!MC/Reader x Mammon

Summary: You and Mammon finally get to enjoy a well-deserving shopping trip just between the two of you. Just as you are about to hit the next shop, your attention is caught by an image advertised in the street.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: I wanted to try my hands at a prompt that is tagged as "fluff", but of course I ended up turning it into something angsty instead. But I like sad stuff, so that still works for me.

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It wasn't often that you got to spend time with Mammon without having any of his brothers around to bother you. But you had made it very clear to them that these few hours after school would be spent with Mammon, and only him. And for today's trip, you two had decided to go shopping in one of the busiest streets in the Devildom.

Clothes and jewelry stores, malls- you had done them all. When most of this time had been spent doing window shopping, Mammon had still insisted on getting at least a few bags of purchased goods for each of you by the end of the day. After all, what was the point of going on a shopping trip, if you didn't end up emptying your bank account only to regret it later?

And so, thanks to the demon's wonderful influence, your arms had now several bags hanging off of them. There was a certain guilt still looming over your head as you realized way overboard you might have gotten with your purchases, but Mammon promised he would take care of any financial problems you could encounter in the near future because of that. You still wondered how he was going to manage it, him being Mammon and all...

"Damn, now THAT'S what I call a good haul! Look at ya!" The white-haired demon grinned as he watch you hop out of the store, the glass doors opening automatically at your presence to let you out. He placed his wrists on his hips as his own bags dangled in his hands. "What'cha got for yourself this time?"

"They actually had that jacket I saw in a magazine the other day!" The doors closed behind you as you showed the white bag which contained the jacket. "You were right, that store was amazing. I can't believe you never showed it to me before."

"Ha! Told ya the Great Mammon knew where the best treasures were! Consider it an exclusive info, because I ain't gonna share more if any of my brothers are around next time." Mammon turned around before flipping a few of his bags over his shoulder, as you instantly began to trot to get to his level.

"What? So all this time you knew about it and you didn't tell me? Just because Asmo comes with us sometimes?" You expressed shock, right before your eyebrows joined together. "Really, as if you couldn't have told me over text or something."

"And have you go without me?! Nah, ain't gonna happen- you'd just get lost and end up in the worst store possible." Mammon glanced your way, and you could only smirk at his poor excuse.

"Sure, you're right. I forgot that humans don't have the same flawless sense of orientation as demons do." Despite your obviously sarcastic tone, Mammon didn't seem to register it as he nodded at your words.

"Exactly! Even if I gave you the full address, who knows where you'd end up? I don't want ya to come and complain to me afterwards, so it's gotta be with me or nothin'."

Even as you rolled your eyes, you noticed Mammon's face slightly turning away from yours, probably to hide the extra shade of color that had appeared on his cheeks ever so discreetly. Even when he was in his usual tsundere mood, it was endearing to see how concerned he was for your safety. And just how badly he wanted to be alone with you.

"So, where to next?" You asked without really thinking, surprising yourself that even after your extensive purchasing, you still wanted to do more. Or maybe it was that you didn't want this date to end right away. The past few weeks had been nothing but the brothers interrupting each other when any of them found themselves alone with you, so getting to spend some alone time with one of them, especially with Mammon, deserved to be extended a bit more.

"Glad ya asked!" As if a battery had been plugged into him, the demon brandished his arm into the air, the bags swinging by his face and missing him by a few inches. "I got this whole place where they're sellin' tons of stuff for pretty cheap, but it's actually authentic branded things. See, they're actually sold to that one guy who then has to sell them to another guy, and..."

As you listened to Mammon explain how he was able to find "authentic stuff" (probably not that authentic, you were pretty sure about that) for less than a quarter of its original price, your eyes found themselves drifting to an impressive ad plastered on a building the two of you were walking by. Recognizing the habit of Majolish to put their models on display for everyone to see was pretty easy, but that wasn't what caught your eye in the moment.

What tuned Mammon down completely in your ears, were the models themselves. The second born, sitting on a stool with a ripped shirt and pants, a few accessories hanging off his neck and barely covering anything of his exposed chest. He looked serious, staring straight at the objective- and at you, while the light shined on him to completely capture his frame for the picture.

And sitting down in the middle of the shot, between his legs, was a female demon wearing a red leather dress, her head resting on top of Mammon's leg. The clawed hand dangling off his knee- covered in golden rings, seemed to taunt you, as well as the piercing yellow eyes she had. Saying she wasn't beautiful would be lying. In fact, she was absolutely stunning. A perfect model for a perfect shot. Just looking at her made you feel small, like a prey that was about to be devoured by a hungry beast, the longer you were looking at her.

But that's what demons were supposed to make you feel like, right?

"Hey!" Mammon called out from the distance he had put between the two of you since you had stopped walking beside him. "Yo, MC!"

Watching as you kept staring into nothing, Mammon rolled his shoulders with a furrowed brow before walking back toward you, his head tilting to the side as he noticed your dead expression.

"Huuh hello, Devildom to MC? In which realm did ya get lost this time?"

"They replaced it." The words that left your mouth were weak, almost too silent for him to hear. It's as if all of the energy you had had evaporated from your body in an instant.

"Huh?" Mammon grew a bit concerned at this sudden change. His eyes perked up at the ad you were looking at, as you continued.

"The shoot we did together." Finally, you spared yourself from the sight, your gaze dropping to the ground. "They already replaced it with another one."

As soon as Mammon understood why *this* ad in particular seemed to be upsetting you so much, his jaw was already clenching. He remembered the stars he had seen in your eyes the previous week when you saw yourself on the Majolish ad, posing beside him- a shoot opportunity you had gotten while accompanying him after RAD a few days prior. In the middle of his shoot, he practically didn't leave any choice to his agent and had insisted that you be included in the shots to promote one of the new pieces of jewelry the brand was planning to release in the upcoming months. Asmo, who was there to witness your reaction on that day the three of you went out, had even taken a hundred pictures or so of you posing in front of the ad.

Except that, the jewelry you had posed with, was now present on the new model posing alongside Mammon.

He had made sure to engrave that smile of yours in his head at the time, even going so far as to snap a picture of your face while you were too focused on Asmo to notice him. But now, there was absolutely no trace of that same happiness anymore.

"The fuck?" The snarl that left him shook the walls of his throat. "That wasn't supposed to be advertised before another month! Why'd they have to take ours so soon?!"

"It's okay, Mammon." The demon stopped growling as his eyes lowered on the hand that was clutching his arm. "I mean... I'm not a model. Figures they wouldn't put it up for long... I-I mean, look at me. Seriously, who would want to see my face being exposed for longer than they can bare? It's hard to imagine. I wouldn't probably have sold their product anyway, so... it's okay."

The look on your face was devastating. Despite trying your best to smile, the tears pricking in your eyes were threatening to roll down your cheeks at any second. Mammon felt his heart being stabbed with a thousand invisible daggers, he couldn't bear to watch you feeling insulted in such a way.

His bags were immediately dropped onto the floor, the demon no longer caring for any of the fragile items he may have bought. His hands swung forward to cup your cheeks, forcing your face up to look at him straight in the eyes.

"Hey hey, MC. C'mon, look at me."

You did your best not to let your vision turn blurry because of the upcoming tears, and stared back at Mammon, your bottom lip trembling weakly.

"I don't care what anyone, model agents or not, can say- you'd sell a thousand more times than any fuckin' models out there, okay? In fact, you're worth even more than their stupid jewelry!"

His thumb quickly brushed away a tear from the corner of your eye as his other hand came to rest on your temple.

"They just put that one up there because that model is famous. They don't care about what's really beautiful, they just want to boast their popularity to the rest of the world." The blue of his eyes seemed to radiate the closer he moved towards you. "But I know what's beautiful. And her? She doesn't compare to you. No one does."

You could only look down in shame as his hands never left you, closing your eyes shut to let a couple tears out before Mammon grabbed a tissue from his pocket to dry your face. He patiently waited a few seconds for you to calm down, soothing you with slow caresses of your hair until your shoulders stopped shaking.

"I'm sorry..." you muttered, sniffling as you passed a wrist over your eyes. "I don't know why that upset me so much..."

"Ya got nothing to be sorry about." Mammon retrieved his hands from your head, only to grab the bags that were hanging off of your arms. He somehow manages to hold them alongside his own behind him, before wrapping the other arm around your shoulder.

"Hey, I'd call this a day. How about I prepare ya a bath when we're home? Courtesy of the Great Mammon."

You nodded, your lips arching into a smile as you grabbed the hand hanging off your shoulder. The day was cut too short for your liking, but you didn't feel up for any additional purchases, or to properly enjoy your outing anymore.

"Will you wash my hair?" You entertwined your fingers with his as he gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Pah, of course! Who else but me could do that?" He huffed through his nose, shaking his head at such an obvious question. Your laugh ringing in his ears gave him a brief moment of respite.

But the demon furrowed his brows as he lead you into your walk back home, keeping you snuggled at his side. Holding the bags in his left hand, his white nails sharply digged into his palm the more steps he took alongside you.

Making them cry? Such a big, big mistake. One thing was sure, Mammon wasn't about to let that one pass.

"But before that..." The hiss that escaped his throat went unnoticed by the two of you as your head rested against his shoulder.

"I'll have a few calls to make."

[adoringhaikyuu]

you’re horny on your period 

characters: aone + atsumu + kageyama + kenma + (gn!reader) 

request: hey babes, can i request hq boys (of ur choice, but with tsumu on it pls) with a fem s/o whos on her period and very horny? lol, if ur uncomfortable with it i'll totally understand • by anonymous

warnings: horny tings, suggestive tings, period sex mentions but nothing actually happens <3

notes: everyone is 18+ in this !! the reader has their period obviously but there are no pronouns used so technically it’s gn :) i actually rly like this one!

aone 

you tried to get over it, but it was no use

it’d been an hour and you were still needy, an unsatisfied ache in the pit of your stomach and between your legs, not just because of your cramps

you were debating telling aone because you didn’t to bother him and period sex could be messy and some might even say gross

but of course, like the observant boyfriend he is, he noticed something was bothering you

aone walked into your bedroom, immediately sensing your discomfort. he stopped in front of the bed where you were sitting. his voice was gentle, despite his serious exterior but you could tell he was worried. “cramps?” 

you paused, deciding to speak before you changed your mind. “yeah, but that’s not really what’s bothering me...” 

he raised his brows, silently asking you to explain so he could help you.

“i...” you rubbed your thighs together, shuffling on the bed nervously as you focused your eyes on the sheets rather than his curious eyes. “i’m just feeling kind of needy?”

he stayed standing, “oh...would you like me to help?”

“yes–no?” you looked up to see him tilting his head at you, confused. “i just know some people find it gross and it can be messy, you know? don’t wanna be a bother.” 

“your issue is the mess?” 

you nodded and he hummed before leaving without another word. you sunk down a bit. you were fully prepared for it to go either way, but the rejection still kinda hurt a bit. you were about to go to the shower to take care of yourself when aone came back into the room, a towel and wipes in his hand. 

you looked up at him shocked, “what––”

he put the towel down and set the wipes aside, “for the mess.”

you immediately got up and pulled him in for a kiss, making his eyes widen slightly before he gave in, holding you by the waist. you mumbled against his lips, “i love you so much.” when you pulled away, you noticed the light blush and subtle smile on his face.

he licked his lips. “i love you too.” 

atsumu

normally when you were on your period, you wouldn’t let tsumu touch you tbh

period sex was a hassle

and normally you could control yourself or just take care of yourself on your own time in the shower or while he was out

but today for some reason, you needed him 

well you knew the reason actually––

as soon as atsumu came home, drenched in sweat from the gym, his grey tank top practically glued to his torso. you could see his neck shining and even his hair was wet, which you saw once he took off his cap. 

he set things down and immediately ran over to you on the couch to give you a quick kiss. “hey babe,” he grinned and stood up straight, stretching his arms behind his head, which wasn’t helping you at all. “damn that workout was intense, i’m beat. i’m gonna head to the shower, okay? then we can cuddle.” 

you opened your mouth but didn’t say anything, nodding instead. he smiled and headed towards the bathroom but he only made it about three steps before you stopped him with a call of his name, the sight of his back only furthering the feelings you had.

he turned back, “yeah?” 

you paused, “i um...” you sighed, “i need you.”

you could see a smile forming it’s way onto his face slowly, not wanting to get his hopes up too soon. he always wanted to help you out on your period but you’d never let him. 

“like need me need me?” 

you nodded “but we’ll only do it in the shower!” 

the smile finally burst on in his face. he made his way over to you again and planted a big kiss on your lips, groaning happily when you moaned lightly. 

“on second thought another workout doesn’t sound too bad.” he winked and smiled cheekily before throwing you over his shoulder and running to the bathroom, ignoring your yelp. 

“what got you so worked up anyway?” he asked casually, stepping into the bathroom. 

he set you down and you looked up at him sheepishly, “you...”

he grinned smugly, his hands reaching for your shirt. “oh i am so blowing your back out–”

kageyama

you tried to ignore what you were feeling, not wanting to ruin the moment since you and kageyama loved to do this every week

have a movie night and just relax

and you now he’d been working really hard lately so he deserved some rest

but you had a problem

you kept fidgeting in your seat next to him, trying to either relieve yourself slightly or make it go away, you weren’t too sure

and to be honest you weren’t really paying attention to it and kageyama could tell

after twenty minutes or so into the movie, he asked you what was wrong but you waved him off, assuring him it was nothing

but you couldn’t help but focus on him, the sharp cut of his jawline, the curve of his lips

then he put his hand on your thigh and you got to thinking of the feeling of his hands on you

and that sent you down a tunnel of unholy thoughts

kageyama felt your fingertips tracing the veins in his hands and tried to ignore it at first, keeping his eyes trained on the tv. but when you let your fingers trail up along his arm as well, his hand subconsciously squeezed your thigh and his eyes widened when you let out a quiet moan.

you both paused and kageyama turned his head slowly, eyes wide and looked at you, his lips parted. “are you–” he swallowed, trying to calm himself down. “okay?” 

you looked over at him, trying to act innocent. “mhm. just tickled, that’s all.” 

he nodded and turned back to the screen, and you tried to as well, but you kept glancing back at him, debating with yourself about whether or not you should say something. you didn’t want to be selfish and disrupt the movie, but you also couldn’t ignore what you were feeling, it was too intense. 

it lasted about five minutes before he looked at you from the corner of his eye. “you know i can see you watching me, right?” 

you felt your cheeks heat up and you huffed. “i’m sorry i just...” he turned to face you fully, curious and a bit concerned. his hand trailed up to your inner thigh, completely innocently and that’s when you decided you couldn’t hide it anymore. 

“i’m horny tobio.” 

his eyes brightened and he stuttered for a bit, “o–oh. well––do you want me to help?” he started to move closer but you looked to the side and he stopped. 

“it’s just––i’m on my period.” when he didn’t say anything for a few seconds you looked back to find him staring at you blankly.

he tilted his head and looked from side to side. “and?” 

you opened your mouth and closed it. “well...i’m, you know...bleeding...doesn’t that bother you? it’ll take more like effort and i know you’re tired––”

he cut you off, placing a hand under your chin, a shy smile on his face. “i don’t care about that. plus wouldn’t it help with your cramps?” 

you nodded, “well, only if you make me cum.” 

his brows furrowed, offended. “i always make you!” 

“yeah you do.” you laughed, taking his hand in yours, making him smile at you. “but are you sure you want to do this now? it might get messy.”

he leaned in and kissed your cheek before pulling back to look at you earnestly, his eyes a shade darker. “i don’t care.” he kissed you on the lips, “all i care about,” his hand tilted your head and pulled you closer, whispering against your lips. “is making you feel better.” 

kenma

kenma could tell something was off about you

he knew you were on your period but there was something else that he couldn’t figure out

he was waiting for you to tell him but you never did

the thing is, you’d just moved in together a few months ago and while you’ve had a couple periods in the same house 

(which he’s totally normal about) 

you haven’t done anything while you were on your period

normally you’d take care of yourself, but you felt a little self conscious about doing it in your shared house for some reason 

and kenma like never left the house

sure, he had his headphones on a lot but still––

so you were a little tense and though you thought he was distracted, he definitely noticed

kenma stepped into your room and you smiled up at him before going back to your phone, thinking he was switching from the ps4 to the pc set up in your bedroom. but he didn’t, he came and stood next to your side of the bed, making you look up at him in surprise. 

“oh hey ken,” you sat up, your legs pressed tightly together. “what’s up?”

he looked at you for a moment before speaking up. “nothing...what’s wrong with you?”

your brows furrowed, “what do you mean?”

he sighed. “i can tell something’s wrong...” he looked down, a bit shy. “i was waiting for you to come to me about it but you never did. was it something i did?”

your eyes widened, he’d noticed? “no––no you didn’t do anything wrong babe.”

“oh.” he nodded, crouching down beside you, resting his chin on the mattress. “then what is it? i can tell it’s not nothing.” 

you swallowed and set your phone down before looking down at him. “i just...” you sighed, “i’m kind of worked up...and i was too nervous to do something about it.” 

his eyes widened this time. “oh––”

you looked away. “yeah.” 

“well you don’t have to be nervous about that.” he stood up, a small smile on his face. “that’s perfectly fine.” 

you looked up at him, “oh, really?”

he nodded, “of course.”

you smiled, “oh thank you. so how long are you staying out for?”

his brows furrowed, “what? why would i leave the house––”

“wait you wanna stay?––” you paused, “well can you at least put your headphones on and close the bedroom door on your way out?” 

he blinked at you. “how can i help you if i’m not in the room?” 

you blinked back. “you want to help me?” 

he blushed and nodded sheepishly, “yeah...why wouldn’t i?” 

you stuttered a bit, “well i just––you know i’m bleeding, that could get messy...” 

he paused and glanced around the room seemingly in thought, and you figured that he was rethinking the whole situation until he spoke up again. “well i want you to be comfortable and the shower isn’t the best place for that...so how about i just get a towel to put here instead?” 

you stared at him for a few seconds, “each day i fall more and more in love with you.” 

he blushed even deeper and tried to hide his smile as he turned around, “shut up––i’m going to get the towel.” 

[jaehyunfirstlove]

You decide you’re ready to have a baby. The catch? You’re not seeing anyone at the moment. Enter your best friend, Jeong Jaehyun. Will he be the answer to your dilemma?

Pairing: best friend!Jaehyun x f.reader

Genre: best friends to fwb to lovers, fluff, angst, smut (18+ only)

Warnings: mentions of infertility, pregnancy and childbirth, sperm donors, IVF (in vitro fertilization), fertility drugs, mood swings, fingering, unprotected sex, cum play, nipple play, breeding kink, oral sex (f.receiving), dirty talk, pregnant sex, rough sex

Word count: 10.6k

Taglist: @jaehyunnie77​ @mrg-jjh​ @keeach​ (send me a message if you want to be tagged in future fics)

A/N: this was only meant to be a short fic but it morphed into this monstrosity. I tried to tag for everything but if I missed anything please let me know. Inspired by the fact that Jaehyun wanted to be a teen dad (but they are not teens in this story, just thought I’d make that clear :) Also please excuse my unimaginative name for the baby, I’m terrible at coming up with names lol

Disclaimer: I am not a medical professional so please excuse any inconsistencies.

“So what have you got planned for today?” your best friend, Jaehyun, asked you as he took a sip of his coffee, shielding his eyes from the sun’s rays coming through the window of the cafe.

It was your weekly Saturday brunch, at which Jaehyun would show up, nine times out of ten, hungover, wearing dark sunglasses, a baseball cap, a black t-shirt and sweats. There was never a deviation from this outfit, even on the times when he came not hungover.

“Oh not much, just an appointment at the fertility clinic this afternoon.”

Jaehyun paused, as you took a sip of your latte. You couldn’t see the look in his eyes through the sunglasses but his fork had stopped midway to his mouth. It hovered in the air, scrambled eggs sliding off of it and plopping onto the plate below.

“The where?” he asked, tipping his head to look at you above the top of his sunglasses.

“Fertility clinic. Looking into getting a sperm donor.”

The matter-of-fact way you were saying everything seemed to shock him, his fork still not moving towards his mouth or back onto the plate.

“Excuse me, a sperm donor?”

You put your coffee cup down, and sighed. “I don’t know why you’re so shocked, I told you before I wanted to have a baby.”

“I thought you were joking!”

“Well I wasn’t!” you don’t know why you were being so indignant, maybe because all you’d heard from everyone around you, from your parents to your doctor to the lady that sold you pretzels from a street cart, was negative. You shouldn’t have a baby without a partner, was the main point of contention, but how was that going to happen if you weren’t seeing anyone, and hadn’t had a serious relationship in almost a year.

“But a sperm donor, Y/N?” he asked, after mulling over what you just said.

“Yeah? What’s wrong with it?” you countered. You were so sick of everyone around you criticizing your plan.

“I don’t know, what if he’s like, a serial killer or something?”

“They do psychiatric assessments on everyone who donates.”

“That doesn’t mean he doesn’t have an undiagnosed illness-”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Jaehyun!” you’d had it, letting out an exasperated huff, “Do you have a better idea? Do you want to be my sperm donor?”

You weren’t at all serious, you were just mainly upset and unfortunately, taking it out on him, but he actually sat back in his chair, eyebrows raised, as if he were contemplating it.

“Anyway, forget it. I don’t need your approval. I just hoped that you’d support me, of all people.” You couldn’t help but pout. He was your best friend and he’d stuck with you when no one else had. You may have said you didn’t need his approval but deep down you wanted him to be on your side.

He leaned forward, took his sunglasses off and looked you in the eye. “Of course I support you,” he said sincerely. “If this is what you want, then I’m with you one hundred percent of the way.”

You smiled, your heart feeling lighter, and just as you took a sip of your latte he said the one thing that would complicate your life forever.

“But I get to be that sperm donor.”

You spluttered, almost choking on your latte. “I wasn’t being at all serious, Jaehyun,” you chuckled nervously, but one look at his face and you could see he was being completely serious.

“I just don’t like the idea of some stranger being the father of your child,” he said quietly, looking down at his plate of food while he said it, “might as well be me, right?” He looked up at you hopefully.

You didn’t know what to say. This was your best friend, the one you’d grown up with, the one you’d catch tadpoles with, the one you’d drag to the playground with you, the one you told all your innermost secrets to. The one who knew you best. Didn’t it make sense then, that he would be the one to share this with you, in the end? You looked at his face; open, sincere, beautiful. You knew he was attractive, with the trail of broken hearts he’d leave in his wake, but you hadn’t really looked at him in that way before. Suddenly he was a new person to you, and now you didn’t know how to feel.

“Jaehyun, I-” you rubbed your hands together nervously, still unsure of what to say, “it’s a big thing, you know? This will change the rest of your life.”

He nodded, but there was no trace of hesitation in his actions. In fact, he looked as sure as anything. “Yeah that’s a given. But I’ve thought about it and I’m ready.”

“Jaehyun, you’ve literally thought about it for, like, the few minutes we’ve been sitting here.”

He smiled, “Actually I’ve thought about it for a long time.”

“About being a sperm donor?”

He laughed. “No, not specifically a sperm donor. But it’s a start,” he shrugged. “So what do I have to do?”

---

Jaehyun accompanied you to the appointment at the fertility clinic, where they outlined the plan and what was required of the two of you. It didn’t sound too bad, but you did find that having Jaehyun there to support you was really helpful. Every time the doctor explained something that made you nervous you would look over at him and he would smile confidently at you, sometimes squeezing your hand if you looked particularly concerned.

It was the fertility drugs they gave you, that threw your world into chaos. They had warned you of the side effects but you didn’t think it would be this bad. Your mood swung back and forth like a pendulum, one moment you were happy, the next you were crying into your cereal. You were irritable more than you had ever been in your life, and constantly snapped at every little thing. Not to mention that your breasts were sore and you had nausea, making you feel like you were pregnant already. You felt bad for Jaehyun when he was around for your mood swings and irritable moments, but he handled it much better than you thought he would. He’d give you your space when you needed it, but also sit by your side when you didn’t want to be alone. You found yourself thinking about how he would be as a father, but then you would remember that he was just the sperm donor.

One day, when he was sitting beside you on the couch, rubbing your back after you’d cried over your coffee order being wrong, you ended up asking him how much he wanted to be involved.

“We didn’t talk about the ‘after’,” you said, still sniffling. He stopped rubbing your back and looked at you.

“What do you want the ‘after’ to look like?” He asked, his tone level and gentle.

You had visions of Jaehyun rocking the baby to sleep, of Jaehyun seeing the baby walk for the first time, of Jaehyun teaching your child how to ride a bike, piano lessons, soccer games, first day of school. The perfect family. Except he wasn’t your husband, he wasn’t even your boyfriend. You didn’t know what to ask of him.

“I don’t know,” you whispered. He went back to rubbing your back.

“I’ll be as involved as you want me to be,” he said softly, “my only request is that I get to be a part of their life.”

That sounded fair, you thought. This was certainly going to be more complicated than getting a stranger as a sperm donor.

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You went through several cycles of IVF, but none had been successful and you were losing hope. Not to mention the fertility drugs were really taking a toll on you, and the doctor had recommended taking a break. You were devastated, seeing it as the end of your dream, no matter how much the doctor reassured you that it wasn’t.

“There has to be another solution,” you pleaded at one appointment. Jaehyun hadn’t accompanied you and you felt yourself falling apart without his presence.

“Well, of course there’s the surefire way,” the doctor shrugged.

“What’s that? I’ll do anything!” you were hopeful once again at the doctor’s words.

“Regular sexual intercourse.”

Of course, you thought bitterly. You couldn’t help but think this was society punishing you for doing this without a husband. Undeterred, you resolved to discuss it with Jaehyun.

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The look on Jaehyun’s face when you broached the subject was one you had never seen on him before. It was a mixture of shock, terror, resignation, and… something else, almost like acceptance, as if this were the natural course of things.

You resolved not to make it weird, it was just sex after all, and you would get a baby out of it, and that was the most important thing. However, your palms still got sweaty at the thought of it, your heart racing imagining him naked. You’d gone swimming with him plenty of times, went on beach outings often, and you realized you’d always avert your eyes from his bare chest. You figured you were just doing it to be polite, but you had no trouble looking at other men’s chests (you were only human, after all). You shook your head of your thoughts, while waiting patiently for him to agree or disagree to your request.

“I know it’s weird,” you began, when he still hadn’t said anything, “but I promise it won’t change anything in our relationship.” You needed him to agree, and at this point you would say anything to convince him. He looked at you thoughtfully, before he nodded.

“Okay, I’m in.”

---

You’d been keeping track of your cycle and had the days you were ovulating marked on your calendar, which you had shared with Jaehyun. It was agreed that he would come to your place after work, where you would have sex in the hopes of making a baby.

The first night you were nervous, pacing your room as you waited for him to come over. When the doorbell rang you literally jumped out of your skin. When you opened the door you were relieved to see that he was nervous too, although he tried his best to hide it. He joked around with you, trying to keep the mood light, and you had to admit you appreciated it. But when you got to the bedroom, you both went quiet. Jaehyun stood at one end of the room and you stood at the other, the bed looming between you.

“Do you want me to turn around while you get undressed?” he asked awkwardly, and you realized you hadn’t thought through the details.

“Um, yeah, sure,” you replied, and when he turned around you hastily undressed and jumped under the covers. “Done,” you advised, and he turned around. He didn’t make a move though, just looking at you pointedly, until you realized and turned your head away. Once he was done undressing you felt him lift the covers and get into the bed with you, and you couldn’t stop your heart from hammering in your chest.

“Y/N,” he said softly, because you still hadn’t turned back to him. “Can I touch you?”

You bit your lip, still not looking his way, and nodded. His touch made you jolt, even though his hand was warm, the electricity you felt made all your nerve endings feel like they were on fire.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his hand moving tentatively across your stomach. You nodded but you realized you were panting already, and he had barely touched you. “Tell me if I do anything you don’t like,” he suddenly whispered in your ear, and then he was kissing your neck.

You weren’t prepared for the intimacy, you had really only thought about the intercourse part. You hadn’t prepared yourself for the kissing, and the touching, and how he was so good at making you feel good. You felt like you weren’t supposed to enjoy it, that it was supposed to be “just sex” because you were friends and you weren’t doing this because you loved each other, you were only doing it to have a baby. But the more he touched you, the more he kissed you, the more you fell under his spell. You felt like you should tell him to stop, to just get on with it, but you knew he was doing it to get you nice and wet and therefore more comfortable to take him.

His kisses started to move along your jaw, towards your lips, and when he was finally there, his lips on yours, you felt a panic bubble up in your chest. It was too intimate, too much for someone who wasn’t yours. You pulled away, and he looked at you in surprise.

“No kissing on the lips,” you managed to say, maybe that would be enough to keep it less intimate, you told yourself. He nodded without saying a word, his hand coming up to your breast.

“Is it okay if I touch you here?” he asked, his eyes on yours. You thought for a moment and decided it was okay, and when you nodded he cupped your breast tentatively, all the while watching you for your reaction. When you didn’t pull away he squeezed gently, rubbing your nipple with his thumb.

You pressed your lips together, trying to suppress a moan, because everything he was doing was making you feel so good. He kept watching your reaction, and when he was satisfied that you were reacting favorably he got bolder, his hand slipping down between your legs.

You yelped when he touched you there, your legs involuntarily closing and trapping his hand. He froze, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Sorry,” you apologized, flushing with embarrassment, “reflex reaction.”

“It’s okay,” he said softly, as you slowly opened up your legs again. He moved his hand slowly, gently, just rubbing the inside of your thigh. “You can relax, Y/N, I promise I won’t hurt you.” His words were soft, his tone gentle, and it did wonders to calm and soothe you.

You nodded, giving him the go-ahead, and he reached tentatively with his finger, just lightly touching your folds. The electricity you felt when he first touched you came back with a vengeance, and you almost melted right into the bed. Your reaction encouraged him though, and he pressed his finger further in, rubbing your wetness around. When he was satisfied with the state of your arousal he got into position between your legs, placing the tip of his cock at your entrance. He paused, looking you in the eye, gently stroking your cheek.

“Ready?” he asked gently, “I’ll go slow.”

You nodded vigorously, to be honest the anticipation was killing you and you were very much aroused, wanting him to just get on with it. When he pushed into you though, you realized you should really be careful what you wished for. The feeling of him stretching you was almost too much, every inch he pushed in agonizingly slow amplifying your arousal to a dizzying degree. By the time he was seated all the way inside you you were panting, almost out of breath already.

“Okay?��� he asked, through gritted teeth. You could tell he was holding back for dear life, but he purposely went achingly slow to make sure you were comfortable.

“Yes,” you said, having adjusted to his size, “you can move now.” Your pussy clenched involuntarily around him and he hissed.

“Don’t do that, Y/N,” he groaned, “I won’t last.”

“Sorry,” you said sheepishly, and as if to get you back he snapped his hips, making you cry out.

“Fuck!” you screamed, and that definitely encouraged him, and he set a pace, fucking you into the mattress. You felt your toes curl, a familiar knot building in your stomach. Once again, you thought, you felt like you shouldn’t be enjoying it as much as you were, it was more important for him to come inside you. “Come on, baby, come for me,” you whispered in his ear, hoping the dirty talk would encourage him.

“Almost there,” he grunted, and as much as you tried not to enjoy it, the way he was drilling into you felt too good. You bit your lip and grasped at the sheets, trying to keep your orgasm down, but he took it as a sign that you were about to come. He reached between you and thumbed your clit, and at that moment your orgasm exploded out of you without warning. He groaned as you clenched around him, finally spilling his seed inside you. You were dizzy, mind hazy from your orgasm, but you were content at the feeling of his cum inside you. He started to pull out, then stopped.

“Oh,” he said, and you looked up at him to see why he was saying that.

“What is it?” you asked.

“It’s leaking out of you,” he pointed down between your legs. You panicked.

“Well you’re not supposed to pull out right away!” you wrung your hands frantically, “push it back in!”

He looked at you incredulously, before looking down at his already softening cock, realizing it was useless at that point. So he just used his fingers, gathering up the cum that had leaked down and pushing it back into your pussy. You bit your lip again, because the more he pushed in, the more aroused you became, surprised that you weren’t oversensitive at this point. He must’ve noticed your reaction because he didn’t stop, pushing in further and further, in and out, faster and faster, until you were coming again, pussy pulsing around his fingers.

You took a deep breath to regulate your breathing, while he pulled his fingers out of you and sat back.

“Are you okay?” he asked, when you still lay there, unmoving.

“Yes,” you responded, staring up at the ceiling.

“Well, I guess I’ll get going,” he said awkwardly, when you didn’t say anything else.

You nodded, still staring up at the ceiling. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’ll be here.” He dressed without saying anything more and left the room.

---

He came over again the next night, and you repeated the same awkward scene from the night before. This continued for a few cycles, with no success, and again you were losing hope.

“Maybe there’s something wrong with me,” you said dejectedly one day. Jaehyun looked over at you, concern etched on his face.

“The doctor said you were fine,” he replied, attempting to soothe you.

“Maybe there’s something wrong with you then,” you huffed, but Jaehyun just shook his head.

“Y/N, they put us through a bunch of tests and said we’re both fine,” he put a hand on your knee to reassure you.

“Then why isn’t it working?” you lamented, on the verge of tears.

“Do you want my opinion?” he asked hesitantly. You looked up at him in surprise.

“Yeah, of course,” you replied, curious as to what he had to say.

“Well, I’ve been reading those links the doctor sent, and it said stress is a big factor,” he stated carefully, “I think you just need to relax, and let it happen.”

You were floored. On the one hand you were touched that he had actually read the links the doctor had sent (you had been too impatient to bother), on the other hand, what exactly did he mean by ‘letting it happen’?

“Let’s do things differently next time, what do you think?” he had a twinkle in his eye that was starting to alarm you.

“What do you have in mind?” you asked suspiciously.

“You’ll see.” He smiled, much too widely for your liking.

---

The next time came around and you were more nervous than you were the first night, and if this was his idea of making it more relaxed he was already failing miserably. When he showed up at your door though, you almost didn’t recognize him. 

Instead of a t-shirt and sweats, he was wearing a crisp white button-down and jeans that sat sexily on his hips. Instead of his hair flat and falling in his face he had it pulled back, with just a few strands falling over his forehead. He also smelled incredible, a musky scent that forever trapped you in his hold, and made you want him in every way he would let you.

He smiled at you, but not in the way a friend smiles at a friend, and when he leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek you almost passed out from the warmth of his lips and the intoxicating scent emanating from his skin. He walked past you to the bedroom, leaving you standing there with your mouth open and your underwear dampening.

When you finally collected yourself, you went upstairs to hear the bath running. You walked into the bathroom to see him drawing a bath, candles surrounding the tub, flower petals in the water, and the most luscious smelling bath bomb marinating in it.

“Jaehyun, what-” 

“Shh,” he put a finger to your lips, and even that act was so sensual you had to squeeze your legs together, “let me take care of you.” He reached down and turned off the water. “Get undressed and get in the bath, and I’ll come back and help you get relaxed.” He left the room and you did what he said, calling him back in once you were in the bath and the cloudy bubbly water reached the tops of your breasts.

He had such a calm and serene look on his face that it almost threw you off, but then he was taking your puff and squeezing body wash on it.

“May I?” he asked, and when you nodded he gently took your arm and ran the puff along it. He did the same with the other arm, and that simple act, along with the warmth of the bath water, did wonders to soothe you. You felt like you were floating, with the calming scents of the bath bomb, and his gentle touch. He started to run the puff along your neck and you bent your head back and sighed. Soon enough he was dipping below the surface of the water, running the puff between your breasts, and you sighed even deeper as he got lower, past your stomach, and lower still. The puff was forgotten, and now it was just his hand, reaching down between your legs. It all felt so good, you spread your legs even wider, wanting more.

“How does it feel?” he whispered, so close to your ear you shuddered.

“So good,” you couldn’t help but moan, and then his hand was there, cupping your pussy.

“I want to make you feel good, Y/N,” he purred, his voice like honey, “will you let me make you feel good?”

“Yes,” the word came out on a long exhale, as he plunged a finger between your folds, and you couldn’t help but fall apart. He fingered you until you came, water splashing all around you as you writhed in pleasure. When you were done he picked you up out of the bath, not caring that his clothes were getting wet, and carried you to the bed. You couldn’t care that you were probably soaking the bed, because his lips were on your neck, hot and urgent, leaving marks that you’d have trouble concealing the next day.

You pulled at his shirt, wanting it off already, and he obliged, throwing the damp fabric to a corner of the room. You rubbed your hands all over his chest, feeling the firm muscle there, then down to his abs. He groaned against your neck when you undid his belt and slipped your hand over his hardened cock.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he hissed, when you wrapped your hand around it and pumped.

“Don’t come yet,” you whispered, taking your hand away, opting instead to pull the rest of his jeans and boxers off. You wrapped your legs around him, encouraging him to enter you, but he pulled back slightly.

“Slow down,” he breathed, and you could feel him smiling against your neck, “this isn’t a race, Y/N,” he continued kissing down the column of your neck, down to your chest, “relax, and let me make you feel good.”

You finally relented, relaxing as he’d ordered, letting yourself melt into the mattress as he sucked on your skin. Your body was on fire, both from the heat of the bath you just had as well as the way his lips were ruining you. When he got down to your lower stomach you realized where he was headed, and instead of fighting the pleasure you were feeling you simply gave in. As soon as his wet tongue collided with your wet folds you let go, moaning wantonly at the feeling. Every sound you made spurred him on, every jerk and jolt of your body gave him the impetus to push you to the height of pleasure, until you were yanking at his hair and convulsing around his tongue.

“That was fucking hot, Y/N,” he almost growled, wiping at his chin as he moved to hover above you, “I almost came.”

“Don’t,” you panted, trying to catch your breath, “you need to come inside me.”

“You want it? Want my cum inside you, fill you up,” his voice was deep, intense, a tone you’d never heard from him, and certainly words you’d never heard from him, but it certainly was doing the job and making you very aroused.

“Oh god,” you exclaimed, unaware that dirty talk was something you liked. Your previous boyfriends hadn’t been this filthy, but you found you loved it.

“I’m gonna fuck you hard, and you’re gonna take all of my cum,” he continued, voice raspy, breath hot in your ear, “I’m gonna knock you the fuck up, and watch your belly grow with my baby.”

“Jaehyun!” you cried out, losing yourself completely. You grabbed a hold of his neck and pulled him down, and for a split second you saw his eyes grow wide as you smashed your lips against his, your no-kissing rule forgotten. He kissed you with the same passion and intensity that he ate you out with, and you wondered why you had ever put that no-kissing rule into place if he could make you feel like that with his lips. You moaned when his tongue entered your mouth, just as he slid his cock inside you.

This time you didn’t hold back, allowing yourself to feel everything. The way his cock slid in and out of you, the way the tip kept hitting that spot so deep inside you. The way his tongue moved in your mouth, the way his hands rubbed up and down your body, sometimes squeezing your breasts and flicking your nipples. Your hands roamed over his back, feeling his muscles move, and when you felt your orgasm start to build you dragged your nails against his skin.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna come,” he broke from the kiss to drop his head down to your chest, his thrusts getting harder but more erratic.

“Oh god, do it,” you panted, your orgasm about to burst out of you, “fill me up, baby, I want your cum so bad.”

That was enough to send him over the edge, and he pulled you flush against him as he came inside you, the particularly forceful thrusts triggering your own orgasm and making you clench around him. He let out a loud groan as you milked him, fingernails digging into his back.

When you were both done you held him against you, not wanting to let him go. He obliged, just holding you, his face tucked against your neck. You could feel his hot breath against your skin and that, along with his arms around you and his weight on top of you was all oddly comforting.

“I’m gonna pull out,” he finally said, when he had gone soft inside you. You sighed but nodded, and once he had pulled out you clamped your legs together, trying to keep as much of his cum inside you as you could.

He dressed quietly and you watched him, heart stuttering in your chest, your mind reeling. You had promised him that the sex wouldn’t change anything in your relationship, but you couldn’t believe how wrong you were. You wanted to reach for him, wanted him to stay, but you held back.

“Thanks for that,” you said quietly, and he turned to you and smiled.

“You’re welcome,” he said sincerely, “I’ll do anything for you,” and he brought his hand up and cupped your cheek, his eyes soft as he looked at you, “you’re my best friend.”

You smiled at him, but inside your heart was breaking. How could you ever think you could do this and keep your friendship as it was?

---

A few weeks later you were late, and although you tried not to get your hopes up you couldn’t help but think this was it. You waited to take the pregnancy test, wanting Jaehyun to be there no matter the outcome.

“What is it? What’s wrong? You said it’s an emergency.” He looked so concerned when he came over, and you almost felt bad for not saying what it was about right away.

“I’m late, Jaehyun,” you announced nervously.

“Where do you have to be?”

“No, I mean my period! I haven’t gotten my period yet!”

He paused, the pieces finally falling into place, and his face suddenly lit up. “Oh shit!” He covered his mouth with his hand as he looked at you with wide eyes.

“Come with me, I’m gonna take a pregnancy test.” You led him upstairs where he waited outside the bathroom door while you took the test. You placed the stick on the counter and opened the door to let him in.

“Well? What does it say?” he asked, rubbing his hands in anticipation.

“It’s gonna take a few minutes,” you answered nervously, “I can’t look, tell me what it says.” You turned away, so anxious you thought you would pass out.

“One line, so far,” he stated, and you tried to stay calm but your heart was beating out of your chest.

“Hold my hand,” you reached behind you and he took your hand in his, squeezing to comfort you. He was silent for a while, and you couldn’t take it anymore. “Well? What does it say now?”

“I see…” he started to say, and you so desperately wanted to turn around but you were too scared.

“What?! Just say it!”

He pulled you to him, turning you around and lifting the stick up to your eye level. “Two lines.”

You blinked a few times, wanting to make sure you were seeing it right, but every time you opened your eyes there were two solid lines. You were pregnant.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, both of your hands going up to cover your mouth. Jaehyun whooped in celebration, jumping up and down with glee. You saw the genuine happiness in his face and so many emotions ran through you that the only thing you could do was burst into tears.

“Aw, Y/N, don’t cry!” he laughed, gathering you into his arms, thinking you were just crying from happiness. But it was so much more complicated than that. You were getting what you wanted, a baby, but you hadn’t prepared yourself for all the complications of having a baby with your best friend, who you may have developed feelings for.

---

The first trimester was hell. You were throwing up every morning, and feeling nausea for the rest of the day. You had an aversion to most food, even hating the smell of certain things, like meat. The only things you could keep down were bread and noodles, and you wondered how the baby could grow when that was all that you ate. But at every appointment the doctor reassured you that the baby was doing well and developing at a good rate. Jaehyun insisted on going with you to your first ultrasound and as much as you wanted him to, you also dreaded it.

When the fuzzy form of your baby showed up on the screen for the first time you felt a surge of happiness overcome you, tears springing to your eyes at the sight of the tiny figure on the screen. You heard Jaehyun inhale sharply and turned to look at him. The awe in his face was so endearing it made the tears run down your cheeks, and seeing your reaction he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in for a hug.

“That’s our baby,” he whispered, his voice almost breaking, and you cried harder.

“Congratulations!” the technician said, patting you both on the shoulder. You felt like you should correct her, tell her that although the baby was technically yours and Jaehyun’s, you weren’t together and wouldn’t be raising the baby as such. But how do you explain that to a complete stranger? You looked over at Jaehyun, who was smiling from ear to ear, shaking the technician’s hand and making no move to explain the situation.

Later, as you were getting ready to leave the clinic, you saw the technician hand over a copy of the ultrasound picture to Jaehyun. He took it happily in his hands, as if it were the most precious thing in the world. As he walked towards you he slipped it into the plastic window spot in his wallet, where your drivers’ license should be, but his now housed a blurry black and white photo of your baby.

“Hey, wanna get something to eat to celebrate?” he asked, slinging an arm around you as you both left the clinic.

You shook your head. As much as you wanted to spend time with him, you found it hurt more than it helped. Once the baby was born you’d have to deal with him being around more often, so it was better to save up your strength for that.

“I’m actually really tired, I just want to go home and rest,” you answered without looking up at him, “besides, I’m still off most foods.”

“Oh, okay, makes sense.” He said, removing his arm from around your shoulder and stuffing his hands in his pockets. He didn’t sound upset or offended, but when you looked at him out of the corner of your eye you saw a flash of emotion cross his face, almost like hurt or disappointment. You felt bad, knowing you had been avoiding him, even giving up your weekly brunches, but you felt it was better this way.

“Listen, I’ll let you know when the next ultrasound is, okay? You can come with me again.” You wanted just to wipe the look of disappointment off his face, and luckily it worked.

“Yeah, that would be great! Thanks so much, Y/N,” he leaned down and hugged you, and it was the closest he’d been to you since the last time you’d had sex to make the baby. You held him close, committing the feel of him and the scent of him to memory, before you pulled away and walked towards your car.

---

If the first trimester had been hell, the second trimester was heaven. Miraculously the nausea disappeared, and you found yourself actually craving food. You felt more energized and less tired, and slept so much better. Your belly was starting to grow, and you actually had to start shopping for maternity clothes. Your mood was so much better, but what really came back with a vengeance was your libido. During the first trimester you couldn’t even think about sex, but now, it was all you could think about.

Usually your vibrator would do the trick, but there were always moments where you’d think about Jaehyun, think about how good he could make you feel. Sometimes just thinking about him fucking you was enough to get you off, but when you really thought about him, about the feeling of his cock parting your folds, or the feeling of his strong hips pounding into you, his face sweaty and his scent overpowering the air between you, nothing was better than the real thing.

Which is how you found yourself one night, holding your phone and dialing his number without hesitation.

“Hey, what’s up,” he answered, his voice sounding distant. You realized you hadn’t spoken to or seen him in weeks, and instantly you felt terrible.

“Um, actually nothing. I’m sorry if I woke you.”

“You didn’t wake me,” you could hear him shuffling around, like he had been lying down and started to sit up, “is something wrong, Y/N?”

He always saw right through you, you could hear the concern is his voice, and there was no turning back now.

“Could you come over? I think I need some… company.” You didn’t know if you could just ask for sex over the phone, and was it really only sex that you wanted? Or did you just want him there, with you.

“Yeah, yeah, sure, I can come over,” you heard more shuffling, like he was getting dressed, “are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’ll be better when you’re here.” You answered truthfully.

When he showed up at your door you couldn’t stop yourself from pulling him towards you and hugging him tightly. He didn’t protest, just held you and rubbed your back gently.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked softly against your hair.

“I miss you,” you admitted, voice muffled against his chest because you were too ashamed to look at him.

“I’m around, you know,” he chuckled, “you’re the one who cancelled our brunches.”

You pulled back and forced yourself to make eye contact with him. “No, Jaehyun, I miss you.” You touched his chest when you said it, giving him a look laden with meaning. He understood right away, his eyebrows rising slightly. You took him by the hand and pulled him inside, leading him upstairs and to your bedroom. He let himself be led, but once you were behind closed doors he suddenly took you into his arms and kissed you. The kiss wasn’t subtle, or gentle, it was intense and forceful, his intent surely to rile you up. It definitely worked, because you could feel wetness pooling in your panties as he stuck his tongue down your throat.

“You want my cock again,” he growled, breaking from the kiss to suck a line down your throat. You gasped at his aggressiveness, but you had to admit it really turned you on.

“Yes,” you breathed out, as he stripped you of your clothes and pushed you towards the bed. You fumbled at his clothes, trying to get them off but you found your limbs were weak from the way he was handling you. He took over, stripping off the rest of his clothes, his cock springing forward when he pulled his boxers down. You admired it for only a second before he turned you around, pushing you onto your hands and knees on the bed.

“You like my cock, don’t you, you like me fucking into your little pussy,” he spoke so low, his chest flush against your back so you could feel the reverberation of his voice.

You didn’t have a chance to answer, because he rammed his cock into you, a scream tearing from your throat as he went as deep as he could.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he started to pound into you. You weren’t sure how pregnant sex would feel, since so many things were changing in your body, but you weren’t prepared for what you got. It felt like your entire body was on fire, pleasure coursing through every part of you. He hit places inside you that you’d never felt before, and all of it was like nothing you’d ever experienced.

“Jae,” you panted, “Jae, oh my god!” your orgasm was coming on, super fast and beyond your control.

“You’re gonna come already, baby? Alright, come on, come all over my cock,” he reached down, and although it was a little awkward because of your belly, he managed to get to your clit and rub it with the pad of his thumb.

Your vision went white when your orgasm hit, your fingers and toes going numb as your pussy clenched around his cock. You could barely hold yourself up, your upper body falling to the bed as you convulsed around him. He kept going, fucking you through it, and when you stilled he pulled out and lay you on your back. He gave you a moment to catch your breath, before he entered you again. You cried out at the oversensitivity, but he went slowly, and soon enough you started to feel pleasure again.

“I can keep going,” he said, as he fucked into you at a slow but deliberate pace, “you want more, don’t you?”

You nodded vigorously, already feeling another orgasm building. He propped himself up then, and pounded into you, the bed shaking from his harsh thrusts. You gripped and pulled at the sheets, unable to contain the needy whines and moans coming up out of your mouth. You forced your eyes open to see him hovering over you, a look of intense concentration on his face, his brow sweaty, hair falling into his eyes. When he saw you looking at him his concentration faltered, and he bent his head down for a kiss. You were expecting a kiss to match the intensity with which he was fucking you, but instead it was soft, gentle, lingering. You felt something in it, something above and beyond what he was doing to you, something that carried you where you most wanted to be but didn’t dare go. The orgasm you had then was different, not just purely physical, not just filled with lust, but something more elevated, more emotional.

He broke the kiss to grunt loudly as he came, spilling more of his seed inside you. When he was done he pulled out, and sat at the edge of the bed.

“Y/N,” he said, and you don’t know why he sounded so defeated. You sat up, preparing yourself for what he was going to say.

“Jaehyun,” you reached for him but thought better of it, your hand dropping into your lap.

“I can’t keep doing this with you,” he said, his voice quiet but determined, “it’s fucking me up and I don’t know what to do with myself.”

Your heart sank. He was pulling out of your life, and it was all your fault for doing this to him. “I’m so sorry, Jaehyun.”

He got dressed hurriedly, without looking back at you, and before he opened the door to leave he turned back.

“You need to decide for yourself what you want me to be,” he still didn’t look at you, opting to look at the floor instead, “I’ll always be here for you, but I need to know where I stand.”

The door closing behind him echoed in the room, the absence of him already settling into your heart.

---

You went through the rest of the second trimester on your own, too ashamed and heartbroken to see Jaehyun, and too confused to sort out your feelings. He’d text you once in a while to ask you how you were doing, how you were feeling, but there was no talk beyond the pregnancy. He didn’t come to any more of your doctor’s appointments, nor did you ever invite him to any more in the first place. The third trimester hit even worse than the first, your belly was now so big it was almost uncomfortable to do anything, you now had constant heartburn, and you were going to the bathroom every ten minutes because of the weight on your bladder.

About a month before your due date, you were making dinner in the kitchen when you felt an uncomfortable tightening in your abdomen. You clutched your stomach, gripping the counter in alarm and wondering what you should do. The feeling came and went, but returned after a few minutes. Concerned, you called your doctor, who advised you to come in to the hospital just to get checked out. As you were getting ready you got a text from Jaehyun, asking how you were doing.

Jaehyun: hey just doing my check-in

JH: how is it going today

Me: well it’s probably nothing but

Me: just going to the hospital to get checked out

JH: wait what

JH: let me take you

Me: i should be ok

JH: Y/N pls let me take you

Me: ok

JH: thank you i’ll be right there

You sighed, wishing you had never told him and made him worry. Luckily you didn’t have to wait long since he lived nearby, and soon enough he was pulling up to your house. You didn’t bother to wait for him to come to the door, coming out as soon as you saw his car. You were locking the front door when the uncomfortable feeling came back, making you double over, clutching your stomach.

“Y/N!” you heard Jaehyun yell behind you, and soon enough his arms were cradling you as you crouched over. “What happened? What’s going on?”

His voice sounded frantic, terrified, and when you looked up in his eyes he looked so scared that it made your chest ache.

You smiled weakly, trying to placate him, “Don’t worry, it’s probably just false labor,” you patted him on the arm and soon enough the feeling went away. “My doctor just wants me to come in and get checked out, just in case.”

He nodded, but didn’t look reassured at all, creases of worry still lining his face. He also didn’t let you go, holding onto your arm as you walked to the car. At the hospital he didn’t leave your side, until the doctor came to do your examination.

“I’ll wait outside,” he said hesitantly, but you could tell he didn’t want to leave at all, eyes looking longingly back at you as he left the room.

After the doctor examined you and reassured you that it really was just false labor, you were cleared to leave and found Jaehyun in the hall, pacing. Once he saw you he ran up to you, searching your face with frantic eyes.

“Well? What happened?” he’d taken your hands in his, and his palms felt cold and clammy.

“It was nothing, just false labor, the doctor told me to go home and rest.” You reassured him, squeezing his hands and smiling softly at him. He let out a long breath, collapsing into a nearby chair.

“Oh my god, Y/N, I almost died!” he passed the back of his hand over his eyes dramatically, and you suppressed a giggle at his overdramatic show.

“Don’t laugh!” he sat up and looked at you incredulously, “I lost ten years of my life just now!”

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry,” you pressed your lips together trying not to smile. He broke into a wide grin then, pleased with himself that he had managed to lighten your mood with his sense of humor.

“Come on, let’s get you home.”

---

The drive from the hospital had been quiet, both of you realizing that there was still this huge wall between you, and neither of you were brave enough to breach it. He walked you to your door in continued silence, and once you reached your doorstep he turned around to walk back to his car.

“Jaehyun,” you called, unable to stand it anymore, “do you wanna come in and talk?”

He turned around, a mixture of hope, fear, and resignation on his face, and nodded.

The time apart had made you realize how much you missed him, and seeing him again had made you realize how much you still wanted him to be a part of your life. You were hoping to salvage something of your relationship, but you were fully aware that you could never go back to what it had been.

You sat him down on the sofa and took a deep breath.

“Jaehyun,” you began, getting more and more nervous as you went on, “I know I made things weird, even though I promised I wouldn’t,” he opened his mouth to say something but you stopped him, determined to get out what you wanted to say. “I was so focused on having a baby that I didn’t think about what involving you would mean, and what it would do to our friendship. I think I was just naive, I didn’t think anything would change, and I was so wrong.”

He sat across from you, and even though he was just inches away it felt like he was miles away, like an unfathomable chasm had opened up between you. Then he looked up at you, hesitant, but determined.

“Y/N, we can’t go back and change things anymore. What’s happened has happened.” He tilted his head to regard you, taking a deep breath before moving on, “so I just need to know one thing.”

“What is it?”

“Do you want me to be a part of your life?”

“Yes. Always.” You answered truthfully, without a doubt in your mind. He smiled, but there was still something behind his eyes.

“Hey, do you remember that pact we made in eighth grade?” He suddenly asked, his eyes twinkling.

“The marriage one?” you scanned your eighth grade memories and that was the only pact you could think of.

“Yeah, the one where we said if neither of us are married by the time we’re thirty, we’ll marry each other?”

“Yes, I remember.” It was during PE class, when you and Jaehyun were sitting in the field while everyone else was running around chasing soccer balls. You don’t remember how the subject came up, but soon enough you were doing pinky swears and Jaehyun was fashioning rings out of blades of grass for you and him to wear. You both had a good laugh over it, and never thought about it again until this moment.

“So what if we didn’t wait?”

“What do you mean?”

“What if we didn’t wait until we’re thirty, what if we just did it now? I mean, we’re having a baby together already.”

“Jaehyun, are you proposing right now?” you said it as a joke, even chuckling to yourself, you weren’t taking the whole thing seriously at all, except Jaehyun wasn’t laughing.

“I mean, I don’t have a ring, but…” he looked around the room, and seeing your spider plant on a nearby table he picked a leaf off and rolled it around itself, making a ring out of it, and slipped it on your finger. You were speechless.

“Jaehyun, you’re serious.” You managed to say after the thoughts stopped running through your brain. You hadn’t really thought about marriage, none of the guys you’d dated had ever made you think about it. You knew you wanted kids, but marriage was something you figured you couldn’t achieve, never having found the right guy. Yet here he was all along, Jeong Jaehyun,  your best friend, someone who knew you inside and out. A dawning realization hit you then, that maybe none of your relationships ever worked out because you kept comparing them to Jaehyun, and no one ever held up. You were in love with your best friend, and you didn’t even know it.

“Well?” he asked, with raised eyebrows and hopeful eyes. You stared at the leaf ring on your finger, turning it around and around, your heart and mind finally finding peace in your realization. You looked up at him, cupping his face, and he looked like he was bracing himself for a possibly negative response.

“Yes.” You answered, smiling brightly at him, and it took him a moment to realize you weren’t turning him down. His face broke out into a wide grin, his dimples as deep as ever, his eyes shiny. He pulled you in for a hug, but your belly made it somewhat awkward.

“Oh my god, Y/N, you’re huge!” he looked down at your belly in awe.

“Jaehyun what the fuck!” you smacked him on the arm, slightly offended.

“No, I meant I was too busy being worried about you that I never noticed how big your belly had gotten.” He reached out his hand tentatively. “Can I touch?”

“Of course,” you said, happy that you could share this with him. You took his hand and placed it on your belly.

“Can you feel the baby move?” He asked, eyes growing wide when his hand landed on your stomach.

“Sometimes, mostly when I’m lying still though.” You let him rub his hand over your stomach, endeared at how awestruck he was, his mouth forming a little ‘o’ as he moved his hand around. He suddenly leaned forward, his face getting very close to your belly.

“Hey little one,” he called softly, and your heart clenched at the sight of him talking to the baby in your belly, “I’m your dad.”

Suddenly you felt a jolt in your ribs, as the baby stretched and kicked inside you.

“Oh my god, Y/N! Did you feel that?” Jaehyun clapped excitedly.

“Damn right I felt it,” you groaned, patting your stomach, “keep it down in there, kicking mama in the ribs really hurts!”

Jaehyun burst out laughing, gathering you in his arms and hugging you tightly. “That was adorable!” he exclaimed, and your heart felt warm as you wrapped your arms around him.

---

You decided to just do a small backyard ceremony for your wedding, neither of you fond of big parties that meant even bigger expenses. Jaehyun moved into your house since he had been rooming with a friend, and once all of his things had been moved in and installed, you were left alone with each other once again.

You don’t know why, but your first night as a married couple felt like the first night you’d had sex, awkward as hell. Once again you stood on either side of the bed, unsure as to what to do.

“Bed?” he finally asked after you’d both stood there for too long.

“Bed,” you answered, and you both got in at the same time. You couldn’t help but laugh at your awkwardness, and that certainly broke the tension. You turned to your side, the only way you could get comfortable with how big your belly was, and he slotted his body behind you, wrapping an arm around you and resting his hand on your belly. You sighed contentedly, loving the feeling of being in his arms.

“This is nice,” he whispered, but his breath against your ear made you shiver, and suddenly contentment wasn’t the only thing you were feeling. Not to mention his hand that was on your belly had moved to your hip, fingers tracing wide circles over the fabric of your sleep shorts.

“Jaehyun,” you didn’t mean to, but his name came out in a moan, and his hand stopped its circuit, the faintest bit of pressure being applied to your hip.

“Y/N?” he questioned, but you were taking his hand and moving it up to your breasts. Once he cupped them you moaned again. “Holy shit, Y/N, your boobs are huge!”

“Jaehyun!” you reprimanded him, but he apologized quickly.

“Sorry, sorry, I just-” he cupped and squeezed, feeling the weight of them, “wow,” was all he could say.

“Well they won’t be this big for too long, so you better take advantage of them now,” you encouraged, and he did, tweaking your nipples until you were moaning into your pillow.

“Tell me if I do anything that hurts, or makes you feel uncomfortable, okay?” he whispered into your ear, before he started to plant wet kisses along your neck and shoulder. Your mind went hazy at the feeling of his lips on your skin, and soon he slipped a hand down, past the waistband of your shorts.

You inhaled sharply when his fingers found you wet, when he gathered some of your arousal to rub it around your clit. You moaned loudly when he made circles around your bud, pressing your face further into your pillow.

“Don’t do that, baby, I wanna hear you,” he pulled the covers off and pushed your pillow away, helping you take off your shirt and the rest of your clothes so you were fully exposed to him. He looked at you, lust and hunger clouding his eyes. “Fuck, you look so gorgeous knocked up with my baby.”

Your pussy clenched at his words and you pulled at his own clothes to get him to take them off. “Come here and fuck me, husband.”

Your words ignited something in him, and he bent down, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder and pushing into you. You cried out, not caring anymore how loud you were being, the feeling of his cock inside you throwing you into the heights of pleasure. Once you started though, you couldn’t stop, moans and whimpers and whines tumbling out of your lips as he pumped his cock inside you.

“You like it, don’t you?” he growled, “you like my cock so much you let me knock you up.”

You moaned even louder at his words, your orgasm starting to build in the pit of your stomach. “Yes, god, yes!”

“You want my cum, baby? Look at where it got you, huh? You let me come inside you and now you’re knocked up.” His voice was raspy, deep, and it cut right to your core.

“Fuck, Jaehyun! I’m gonna come!” you warned him, grasping at the sheets as your orgasm hit you, your pussy pulsing around his cock. It didn’t take much longer for him to come, one last thrust that took your breath away, and he spilled his seed into you.

“Are you okay?” he asked, brushing aside a strand of hair that had fallen into your face, “did it hurt at all?”

“No, not at all, it felt good,” you smiled at him, wanting to alleviate his concern. He looked relieved, before he bent down and kissed the swell of your stomach.

“Sorry, baby,” he said sheepishly, addressing the baby, and you could only laugh, rubbing a hand through his hair as he smiled up at you.

---

The next day Jaehyun had left for work, and you were almost out the door yourself when you felt something gush between your legs. You figured you knew what it was and, resolved to stay calm, you quickly called Jaehyun.

“Babe, what is it?” he answered on the first ring.

“I think my water broke.” 

“Okay, stay calm, I’m on my way back.”

It didn’t take long for him to come back since he’d just left, and you drove to the hospital all the while holding tightly to his hand. The contractions started then, not too bad at first but as time went on the pain was hard to bear. By the time you reached the hospital you were grimacing in pain and Jaehyun was yelling for someone to come and help you.

You labored for hours, Jaehyun never leaving your side, giving you strength even when you felt like you had no more to give. You wondered how you could have ever done this without him, without his unwavering support, his cheerful but calm demeanor raising you up when you felt like giving in. Soon enough you had a healthy baby in your hands, a boy that an ecstatic Jaehyun had already dubbed his ‘mini me’.

---

If you had known what the first few weeks with a newborn would have been like you would have seriously rethought having a baby in the first place. You were exhausted more than you had ever been in your life, catching sleep for only those precious moments when the baby would sleep. Your breasts were sore from breastfeeding, and if you never saw another poopy diaper in your life it would be too soon. What made it all worth it, was the look of pure innocence in your baby’s eyes, and the way your husband would stare at him like he was the most precious person in the world.

One night you were woken again by the baby’s cries, and trudging to his room you were surprised to see Jaehyun already there.

“Sorry to wake you,” he whispered, “I was changing him and he lost his binky.” You stood in the doorway and watched as your husband expertly handled your son, swaddling him in his blankets and making sure the pacifier was situated in his mouth. “Go back to bed, I got this.”

Jaehyun had done many things during your time together that you considered sexy, but this was probably the sexiest thing he had ever done. You walked back to your bedroom, mentally reminding yourself to reward him when you were more awake.

You lay in bed though, unable to fall back asleep. Your mind was racing, anxieties resurfacing at that dark and quiet time of night. Jaehyun eventually came back, sliding into the bed and spooning you, his arm coming to wrap around your waist.

“Jae?” you whispered, hoping he hadn’t fallen back asleep right away.

“Hm? I thought you were asleep.” He sounded tired, tightening his arm around you.

“Is this the life you wanted?” you asked him, rubbing his arm that was wrapped around you.

“Absolutely.” He answered, without hesitation.

“No, I’m serious.”

“So am I. Why wouldn’t you think I was being serious?” he suddenly propped himself up on his elbow so he could see your face.

“Because you had a life before this, and now it’s just-” you waved your hand in the air, “me and the baby.”

“Just you and the baby? Y/N, you and Yuno are the most important things in my life right now.” He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Yeah I had Friday night drinks and Sunday basketball games, and that was fun and all, but you two are my family now.”

“Don’t you miss it?”

“If I did I’d just go and do it? So no, I don’t miss it right now. Maybe eventually? But that doesn’t mean I’d love you and Yuno less.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d told you he loved you, but you knew you’d never get tired of hearing it. You’d been surprised when he’d told you he’d been in love with you for a while, not daring to say anything about it for fear of ruining your friendship. When you’d told him that you wanted to have a baby he knew that there was no one else in the world that he wanted to bear his children except you, and he was relieved when you accepted his offer of being a sperm donor. He had been prepared to be just that, but the sex threw everything into chaos, including his feelings for you and his resolve to keep your relationship as just friends. He felt himself falling even deeper for you, but his heart couldn’t handle the push and pull he was feeling from you. He never wanted to pull out of your life, and he spent more time staring at his phone waiting for you to call or text than he dared to admit. Bringing up the marriage pact had been a gamble, and he was terrified that you’d say no, but when you said yes, he could barely contain his happiness.

“Listen,” he said, taking your hand in his, “this life is more than I could have ever asked for.”

“Really?” you asked, turning to look at him, “With me?”

“Baby, it’s always been you.”

[robininthelabyrinth]

A-Yuan wasn’t the only child among the Wen Remnants, just the youngest.

Children's Day - ao3

Lan Wangji carefully scooped up the boy out of his hiding place, tucked beneath a pile of stones, sick with fever and fast asleep.

It was a good hiding place. If Lan Wangji hadn’t played Inquiry and demanded to know if there were any living beings around in this cursed place of death, he would never have found the small child.

He remembered him – this was little A-Yuan, who Wei Wuxian had taken down into town to play, the one Lan Wangji had bought all those toys for in his confusion, the one who called him rich-gege. Barely more than two years old, having never known anything but war.

He was all that was left, now. There was nothing else left in the battlefield.

No one else left.

Lan Wangji closed his eyes in pain.

I’ll care for him for you, he promised Wei Wuxian’s ghost, wherever it might be now. Now that you cannot.

I’ll take him back to Gusu to raise as my own – wishing you were by my side.

-

-Earlier-

“Sect Leader!” one of his aides cried out when he staggered back into camp. “What – who’s that?”

Jiang Cheng looked down at the girl in his arms. She was – four, maybe? Five? He had no idea.

She looked a bit like Wen Qing.

“I found her hiding in the corner of the battlefield when she made a noise,” he said hoarsely. “The Wen sect remnants…by the time I got there, they were almost all dead already, all her family. She’s – she’s young. It didn’t seem right.”

Wei Wuxian always liked children, he thought vaguely to himself as he looked down at her. It wasn’t so much of a surprise that he would keep one there…in fact, if he thought back to that horrible meeting they’d had that one time he’d come to the Burial Mounds to try to talk to Wei Wuxian, he thought he remembered there being a small child there. This must be her.

She was bigger than he remembered, but that was what happened with small children, wasn’t it?

“Her surname is Wen?”

“No,” Jiang Cheng snapped automatically, and his aide took a step back from his vehemence. “The Wen sect is dead, you understand? All of them. The cultivation world refused to allow them to live, that much is obvious enough. Her surname…”

He looked down at her.

I failed Wei Wuxian, he thought grimly. I won’t fail his legacy.

“Her surname will be Jiang.”

-

-Earlier-

“We found this child hiding in the Demon Subduing Cave,” one of the guards reported, looking nervous. “Lianfeng-zun – what do we do with them?”

Jin Guangyao frowned down at the child, judging the child’s age to be about five or six – maybe seven, considering the likelihood of malnutrition at the Burial Mounds. If they were any younger, he would’ve said that the child ought to just execute them as useless; any older, and he would’ve had no choice but to declare them an enemy combatant, and thereby order them executed.

At this age, though…they were still young enough to be taught to forget their current surname, and to learn new loyalties, and yet old enough to perhaps remember a little of what they had learned, living as they had for a few years with the inventor of demonic cultivation.

Jin Guangyao glanced at the papers in his hands, full of barely legible scribbles, laying out powerful new spells and interesting ideas. They would help Xue Yang with his work – but not as much as a helper would, and naturally they’d just brutally executed all the other ‘helpers’ that might have been available.

Not exactly Jin Guangyao’s personal preference, but he wasn’t the one leading the Jin sect army.

Still, his father, who had been the one leading, had retired to his tent, and now Jin Guangyao was the one with the power, left to be in charge of mopping up. That, in turn, gave him a little more leeway, which meant he could implement his own thoughts, rather than badly thought out instructions.

“Put the child in my tent,” he said, and smiled. “The poor thing must have gotten lost and entered the battlefield – after we arrived. You understand?”

The guard saluted deeply. “Lianfeng-zun is kind and beneficent,” he said, and his expression was worshipful. “I will tell the others that the child is from some distant Jin branch.”

Jin Guangyao hadn’t intended for him to do that, but – well, he couldn’t exactly refute it now, could he, and anyway there were worse things to happen. Everyone would know that he had kindly taken in some orphaned child of war, which would be good for his reputation.

He smiled and nodded, and thought of the future.

-

-Earlier-

“Well, shit,” Nie Mingjue said, staring at the trio of children: nine or ten years old, he thought, maybe a little older, two girls and a boy. They stared back at him, wide-eyed and terrified – they were very clearly trying to sneak off the Burial Mounds down the back way.

Nie Mingjue rubbed his face, glad that he’d insisted on doing the forward scout work before the attack tomorrow morning himself rather than let it go to someone else. He hadn’t wanted to come to this blasted place in the first place, being that he still wasn’t sure exactly what had gone down with Wei Wuxian, who’d been a good man once. But good Nie cultivators had died at Lanling City at Wen Ning’s hands, the Jin sect claiming that that brutal attack was at Wei Wuxian’s instigation, and at the Nightless City at Wei Wuxian’s hands directly, and he didn’t have any evidence to exculpate the man, either; he had no grounds to look the families of those Nie cultivators in the eye and tell them not to pursue vengeance against the man who had slaughtered their brothers and fathers and sons, sisters and mothers and daughters, like they meant nothing.

They deserved vengeance.

Just as he had, for his father.

But at the same time…

“You’re all surnamed Wen, I take it?” he asked, and they slowly nodded. “Dafan Wen?”

Another nod.

“Wrong answer,” he said, making a snap decision. This wasn’t like his father at all, not really; he had wanted to kill Wen Ruohan, who had done the deed himself, while these children clearly hadn’t done anything. “Swear to me here and now that you won’t seek revenge for your sect or family, and you can be surnamed Nie instead.”

They looked at each other.

“Your family didn’t send you to run away because they wanted you to take revenge,” he said. It was a guess, but he could tell from the way their shoulders sagged that he was right. “They wanted you to live. Well?”

They swore.

He took them home.

-

-Earlier-

She tripped and fell flat on her face.

“Hey, girl!”

She looked up, eyes wide with terror – she hadn’t expected to be caught so soon – but the cultivator in front of her didn’t strike her down. He was a young man, just a few years older than her, and he looked nice, kneeling to help her up.

“Are you all right?” he asked. “Did you get lost?”

Lost? From where would she get lost, exactly?

Despite that, she nodded.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Here isn’t a good place, though – we’re going to have a battle tomorrow…can you tell me where you’re from?” He frowned. “Or – can’t you speak?”

An idea suddenly came to mind, and she shook her head, lifting up her hands to mime signs like the ones she’d seen Lady Wen and her brother use sometimes when they needed to talk without disturbing others.

“Doesn’t talk,” he murmured to himself. “Clothing of white, ripped all to ribbons –”

She’d torn out any trace of the red sun. White was a common color, but she was old enough to know that she couldn’t let anyone know she was surnamed Wen.

“Oh, I’ve read about this before! Are you a bird yao that’s cultivated to humanity?”

What?

She’d been thinking of trying to pass as a traumatized war veteran, but she was only fourteen, after all; it wasn’t very believable. Of course, it was a lot more believable that bird yao – who would leap to that conclusion?

“My surname is Ouyang,” the man said, smiling brightly at her. “You should come back with me – I can teach you to speak, and we can give you a name…how about ‘Luo’ as a surname? That has to do with birds. Or we could surname you Bai, instead, since your clothing is white! Or maybe -”

She smiled helplessly at his nonsense. What a silly, cheerful man! Maybe she’d overestimated his age, he couldn’t be more than two or three years older, at most, and his brain was clearly not in the right place, filled up to the brim with romantic stories and adventure tales instead of facts.

It was a nice change, actually.

She accepted his hand as she stood.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

-

-Earlier-

Lan Wangji had returned home and submitted to a dreadful punishment. The elders he had injured on Wei Wuxian’s behalf were either in treatment or recovering.

As for the rest that had been at the Nightless City…

Many were dead.

Lan Qiren landed in the Burial Mounds, lips pressed tightly together.

He knew he was taking a risk in coming here to Wei Wuxian’s lair – no matter what Lan Wangji thought, whatever good points he’d had in the past, the man was now little better than a mad dog. He’d caused the death of three thousand people just the day before, three thousand innocents that hadn’t had anything to do with anything; why would he hesitate to attack his old teacher?

There was already talk of a siege – Jiang Cheng himself had promised to lead it, to wipe off the stain on the Jiang sect’s record, and the Jin sect had been right behind him. Even Nie Mingjue had been dragged in against his will, suborned by his sect members’ need for vengeance. As for the Lan Sect…Lan Xichen had looked so stricken by the thought that Lan Qiren had volunteered for the grim duty, despite Lan Qiren having never been much of a fighter and even less of a general. He intended to take only the smallest possible contingent, and to limit their work as much as possible to cleansing the dead rather than killing those who remained there – that much, at least, he could do for his nephew.

Either way, though, no matter his powers, Wei Wuxian would not live out the week.

If Lan Qiren desired vengeance, he need only wait.

And yet, here he was.

Alone, practically unarmed – and here nonetheless.

An old woman came out from the cave and squinted at him.

“It’s over,” she said sadly. “Isn’t it?”

Lan Qiren looked at her. One of the Wen remnants that Wei Wuxian had surrounded himself with, he assumed; the ones he’d given up his comfortable life for, claiming he was only acting as a righteous man ought. Perhaps he even had thought he was, back then.

Perhaps he really had been, back then.

“Yes,” Lan Qiren said, and cleared his throat. “After what he did at the Nightless City – the verdict is unquestionably death. But the rest of you…there are armies coming, and armies are not known for their leniency, especially not on passerby with the wrong surname. But they’re not here yet. There’s still time to flee – if you go now, you could take on a new surname and find some quiet place to live on.”

Lan Wangji had said they were civilians. Civilian life was to be prioritized above all else.

Lan Qiren was only doing what he must.

Despite his well-meant warnings, however, the old lady shook her head.

“There’s nowhere to go, and we won’t give up our surname,” she said, polite but stubborn to the last. “But thank you for taking the time to come here to tell us.”

“Wangji said that there were children here,” Lan Qiren insisted, ignoring her refusal. “If you won’t flee with them, at least send those that are old enough out on their own, and hide the younger ones. Tell them to forget their surnames – most people won’t rampantly murder children, so there’s a chance they’ll make it through, and live. Can you deny them that, just for pride?”

That gave the old woman pause.

“We’ll do what we can,” she said, and then eyed him. “How good are you at medicine?”

Lan Qiren frowned. “I can’t provide care –”

“She’s already dead. Come help anyway.”

The woman in question was not already dead, but dying – she was in her late teens, seventeen or eighteen at most, and she was in labor. From the glassiness of her eyes, the redness of her cheeks, and the threadiness of her pulse, it was clear that infection had long ago set in. It was not an exaggeration to say she was dead, little better than a corpse.

She was little more than a child.

“I don’t want her to die alone,” the old woman said. “But if you stay with her, I can use the time to try to take care of the rest. You’re not wrong, I suppose – the children, at least, deserve a chance to live on, even if it means leaving our surname behind.”

Lan Qiren looked down at the woman, unconscious already and unlikely to ever wake, and yet still whimpering. “And her child?”

The old woman looked surprised. “Can a child born like this still live?”

Lan Qiren had almost no medical training beyond the most superficial basics that were the necessity for any battlefield or night-hunt, with one sole exception: he had supervised the births of both his nephews by himself with little aid – his brother’s wife hadn’t wanted anyone else to be present, possibly in an attempt to prematurely enter her grave, possibly just out of spite. He had studied very hard in the days leading up to those births, and knew far more on the subject than most men did.

“It’s possible,” he said. “Unlikely, but – possible.”

He hesitated for a long moment.

“I can take the baby,” he finally said. “Pass him off as some war-orphan child of distant Lan cousins, sent to me on account of their deaths. I could raise him, or else give him to my cousin to raise; he’s got a large enough family that no one would question it.”

“Why would you do that?”

Lan Qiren looked at the woman who was dying, little more than a child herself. “Because of the children I can’t help.”

The old woman was quiet for a little while.

“Very well,” she said, and leaned forward to whisper the name the young woman had thought about for her child into his ear. “That works with Lan as a surname, wouldn’t it? That’s not bad.”

“Not bad at all,” Lan Qiren agreed, and rolled up his sleeves, settling down beside the girl. “Not bad at all.”