#bringing back if anyone else has some too

[hoseoksluna]

— WIP 𐙚 test run | jjk

pairing: longterm!boyfriend!jungkook x f. reader

genre: smut

rating: 18+

about: due to your adult responsibilities, you haven't sucked your boyfriend's dick in a long time, and it shows.

word count: 0.826

note: i started writing this breeding kink fic super late in the week and because i haven't finished it yet, i'm at least posting a smutty wip for you, my babies. i can't leave you starving on a sunday! big kisses mwah.

context: reader is having a bath. prior this scene, they may or may not talked about having a baby. jungkook came back from work horny. (that's all i can say without spoiling the entire thing skfjlsfjlsfsl. it's vague and simple on purpose, the fic has a different plot i promise).

warnings: stomach kisses, blowjob, male masturbation, jungkookie rubs his dickie in reader's face, he low-key degrades her but softly and lovingly.

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You freed him from his pants. His cock springs in your face, bringing about your drool. You haven’t seen him in the light for quite some time. Your intimacy with him dwells more in the darkness beneath the covers due to adulthood duties, but in the past—when you were still in school, you both used to fuck like rabbits during the day because there was nothing else to do and the sexual attraction was all-too-consuming. It seems as though the test run is changing it, metamorphosing it back to the way it was, so you could devour fistfuls of it before your intertwined life levels up with the baby. 

Everything happens for a reason, huh. 

When Jungkook stands motionless, the material of his hoodie covering the delicious patch of hair that you want to see, you shoot him a playful dirty look. He blushes in response and you catch his hands trembling as he lifts them to the back of the neckline, ridding himself of the outerwear. He lets it plop to the floor, red in the face, stepping out of his sweats. 

Bare, both of you. Emotionally and physically. 

Your mouth latches onto the carved out muscle next to his belly button, swirling circles on that special zone, so terribly impatient and hungry for him. Jungkook doubles over, groaning, the spot you’re making love to secretly sensitive, and if there’s anything you love more in this world other than him, it’s secrecy. Doing things in secret with him. Not telling anyone. Finding things undiscovered on his body that he learns he likes. That type of shit. 

You were just a twenty year old girl when you brought this sensitivity to light. 

His cock twitches on your neck, hardening even more. Out of your peripheral view, you can see him folding his fist around his girth, moving up and down as you descend lower and lower, scattering rough, wet kisses like you scattered the blossoms beneath you. You can’t take your eyes off of it; him pleasuring himself intoxicates you and you missed it. 

You missed it so fucking much.

“Fuck, I love it when you do that,” you exclaim, your mouth leaping over to the side base of his cock, trailing your tongue from there all the way up to his fist. Jungkook hisses, and the sound melts into a moan once he feels your tongue. 

And it’s like you returned his dominance to him by that gesture. 

Taking you by your jaw, he pushes your mouth down onto his cock, but you keep your eyes on his face. While your clit throbs even more energetically by the intrusion, Jungkook throws his head back, his noises becoming louder and louder the more you suck in your cheeks around him—because that’s all you’re able to do. It’s him who sets the pace, who moves your head up and down on him, and when the ecstasy pulls him under, he looks down at you with gritted teeth, growls because you’re watching him. And it’s at this moment that you gag around him. 

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes out deeply, prolonging the first vowel that penetrates you and teases your clit. His chest heaves as he struggles to take the overpowering delight without bursting in your mouth. “We haven’t done this in so long. Can I fuck your mouth?” You’re dazed, too dazed by the severity of the moment and the beauty of him to respond, by the horniness that overtakes you. Jungkook circles your head on his tip, your tongue following the movement around him, and he loses it. He completely and utterly loses it. “You can’t talk, can you? My poor baby has a mouth full of cock.”

It’s not by your own will that you let out such a squeaky moan—you can’t really help it. It vibrates around him, causing him to whimper and tuck his lips under his teeth, rolling his eyes back. Panting hard, he pulls himself out of you, and you know that is the telltale sign that he’s close. His cock that hovers above your face drools, his red mushroom head reaching your hairline, and your eyes go cross, taking in the size of him as if you’ve never seen him before.

Strangely, everything about this suggests everything pure and new and you’re drunk. Drunk on it all, swaying in the milky pink water while the blossoms brush against your needy feminine parts. And his cock. Jungkook brushes his cock on your face, letting his precum drip onto your forehead, which then rolls down the side plane of your temples. You’re hot all over. He’s never done this before; you’ve never felt the weight of him like this. It connects you to him in a deeper way that your brain is able to comprehend at this moment.

“You want it, baby? You want Oppa to use you like that before he puts a baby in you, hm?” 

Your eyes go cross again.

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WIP masterlist

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

I Don't Care!: Scarabia

Heartslabyul - Savanaclaw - Octavinelle - Pomfiore - Ignihyde - Diasomnia

Romantic Jealousy: Based on real or imagined threats to a romantic relationship. There could be a history of infidelity or flirtations; however, this could also be solely based on insecurities. Sexual/Suspicious Jealousy: Based on fears that a partner may have cheated or be engaged in inappropriate communication.

Does he get jealous?

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim got along with everyone, he has no reason to be jealous of anyone! But when he sees how well you get along with Riddle, he starts to wonder...

Kalim crossed his arms over his chest, his bracelets jingled softly. His neck craned as he peered around the corner with garnet eyes soaking in the sight in front of him. He had invited you over for one of his weekend parties. He had also invited some of Heartslabyul for the fun of it. There were no dorm politics between them, and Riddle seemed happy to accept the invitation when Kalim mentioned you would be there. Kalim assumed it was because the two of you are friends.

And now, the Housewarden of Scarabia was hiding behind a corner watching Riddle interact with you. Appearing much more energetic now that Kalim wasn't visible. A strange sensation filled his chest. He could not recall any memory where he felt such an intense and discomforting emotion. It was foreign to him in the worst way possible. You were sitting on your knees surrounded by floor pillows with Riddle right beside you. Your legs just barely touching as he smiled sweetly. A pale flush on his cheeks as you talked and laughed.

The expression he wore had a familiar admiration. The way Riddle looked at you was the way that Kalim looked at you. The Housewarden of Scarabia turned away from the view and frowned. His bracelets jingling as he lowered his arms to his sides and rested his back against the wall. This is the part where he would rush out and say something. Shaking away whatever thoughts lingered by smiling and laughing with the two of them.

He couldn’t bring himself to do it. Kalim peered around the corner again. Riddle had gotten to his feet, giving you a small wave as he walked in the direction of the kitchen. Kalim emerged and made his way towards you, pushing a large smile onto his face. He wouldn’t blame you if you decided that Riddle was your type. He was extremely smart and elegant. Neat and tidy with a background that would offer you a secure future.

Kalim was at constant risk of assassination. He would never be able to give you the life that he claimed he could. If you chose Riddle, you had the chance to indulge in peaceful garden tea parties. To read books and admire the flowers. Riddle must know that too. That was why he had taken interest in you. Kalim exhaled what was left of his frustrations and pushed a smile onto his face. He left his hidden corner, and made his way over to you laughing and waving.

He just wants you to be happy. Even if that meant letting someone else have you.

Jamil Viper

Jamil didn't have time for jealousy. Besides if it’s someone like Rook getting close then he has nothing to fear. Right..?

Jamil’s eyes narrowed as he dribbled the ball from his left hand back to his right. You were sitting on the bleachers, staying after school with him as he practiced with the rest of the team. But there was an extra face joining you. Rook had seated himself next to you, smiling and looking at whatever you were showing him on your phone. Jamil didn’t remember Rook taking an interest in the sport, or you.

This was news to him.

Jamil stared a little longer before Ace called out to him. Waving and bouncing on his toes, careful not to crease his shoes as Jamil rolled his eyes and made his way over. Practice seemed to drone on. And Jamil only felt himself becoming more and more on edge. Every glance he took towards you and Rook made his eyebrow twitch. It forced the corners of his mouth into a scowl. He could even feel a throb in his temple.

It was nearing the end of practice. The team had split in half to start a scrimmage match. But Jamil wasn’t as focused as he should be. Instead his charcoal eyes kept lingering towards the bleachers. He watched with a frown as Rook showed you a little magic trick. He had made a little rabbit dance on the bleachers using his magic pen and a folded up piece of paper.

Corny. Lame. And so many other words Jamil could spit out as he watched. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like how he lacked the ability to spend time with you in the first place. He didn’t like how Rook just woke up and decided he wanted to see you out of every other day on his calendar. Something came over him. It wasn’t intentional, not towards Ace.

Maybe the redhead was just too close in that moment. But Jamil felt the brush of their sweaty arms too close for comfort as he and Rook locked eyes. When the blond’s soft smile became a smirk, Jamil body checked Ace to the ground. And with balled fists, he began to make his way off the court. The team was in a frenzy, except Floyd. Who was happy to cheer on Jamil regardless of if it was fists, or words first.

[revelboo]

Hello. I hope you're doing well. May I ask you to write something featuring Transformers Animated Ratchet? I haven't seen many stories with that version of Ratchet, and I really like his personality and your writing style. If it's not too much trouble, could you please write something with him?

Sure! He’s so grumpy, but soft underneath it

Heads Up, Hearts Down

TFA Ratchet

��� Rain pattering against him, he tips his head toward the gray sky. Enjoying the quiet only broken by the distant roll of thunder. Because their current, temporary home is under invasion. Optimus and Bulkhead both bringing home humans. And their constant chatter. Sari was bad enough, but the two new ones never shut up except when he or another Autobot enter a room, making him certain they’re gossiping about them. Doesn’t have the patience to deal with them and Sari. So he’s outside, avoiding all of it. Misses Cybertron, home. But more than anything, misses a time before the war. Wonders about the other medics he’d worked with before lines were drawn. If anyone else survived the war, because he’d never bothered to reach out. Too afraid of that answer. Back scraping the wall of the alley he’d slipped into to avoid prying human eyes, he runs his hand over his face. Too old, too tired.

• Don’t run. Skin crawling at the sound of them following you, their laughter and too loud whispers scare you. Trying to convince yourself that they’re only going the same way, that they’re not following you even though they’ve been back there for the last couple of blocks. You’d glanced back only once, quickly to figure out there’s five of them. Maybe early twenties. Knowing that the area you live in isn’t the safest, you keep looking for other people, but no one’s out in the rain except you. And them. Most of the factories closed up shop years ago, heading for cheaper labor overseas. But it’s the middle of the day, not night and you want to believe daylight means safety. Clinging to that up until a hand grabs your arm, another curling around you to clumsily cover your mouth and nose and you can smell the sour, whiskey stink of them as they drag you into an alley and you go ballistic, kicking and biting. Just knowing that if they get you off the street, you’re not coming back out of that alley. Getting smacked by the one you bit so hard you bite your own lip and then smacked even harder when you scream. And then one of your attackers is seized and pitched out of the alley into the street.

• “What do you brats think you’re doing?” Growling at them when he’d initially frozen in surprise seeing a group of younger humans dragging you into the alley he was hiding in. Becoming furious the second one had hit you and you’d cried out. Has no idea what’s going on, for all he knows, this is normal human behavior, but seeing you bleeding, it didn’t matter. And those young males scream louder than you had when they see him, shoving you down at his peds and running away in terror. Squalling about monsters as he almost laughs. Servos flexing with the urge to really put the fear of Primus in them, before he can go after them you make a soft, terrified sound. Cringing into yourself when he looks down at you. Venting tiredly, he crouches and offers you a servo. “I’m not going to hurt you, so stop that,” he grumbles and terrified eyes look up at him. Why are you all so small?

• That rough, grouchy voice pulls you taut as you stare at the huge hand he’s holding out. A robot? Much bigger than any you’ve ever seen and your eyes dart to the medical badging, some of your tension easing. Some kind of new medical unit? Reaching out, you grip his huge servo and allow him to easily pull you to your feet. Seeing that expressive face crease into a frown, jangles through you. He’s much more advanced than what you’re used to and sure, robots are everywhere here, owned by the rich, which definitely isn’t you, but something’s off about him. “Thank you,” you whisper as those too intelligent optics study you, a servo lifting to almost touch your cheek, but stopping short.

• “You know those brats?” Not sure why he’s asking, but the fear still making you tremble isn’t sitting well with him, especially when you just shake your head before reaching up to touch your bleeding lip, seeming almost surprised by the blood. Just staring at your fingertips and then you’re crying and it’s just as bad as when he’d seen Sari do it, twisting uncomfortably through him. “Come on,” he says tiredly, gently cupping his hand and nudging you out of the alley and around to the door. Because he can’t just leave you there shaking like that and sobbing brokenly. “Let’s get you dry.” Much too old for this and too soft for his own good. What’s one more human, though?

[creatur3featur3]

Who's there?

word count: 3.1k

A/N: maybe I went into too much detail with reader being blind but whatever! not very proud of this but i promised it so, i hope yall enjoy it!

The Undercity had never been kind to anyone, and it certainly wasn’t kind to you.

You had no memory of what it felt like to be loved, not since the day your family decided you weren’t worth the burden. When they pushed you down into this hell, it was as though they had erased your existence.

You were only eight when it happened. A boiling pot of oil tipped over in the kitchen during one of your father’s drunken fits. The pain was unimaginable, searing through your skin and leaving your eyes useless. You screamed, begged for help, but all you got was silence.

By the time the burns healed—if you could call it healing—the damage was done. The scars remained as an ever-present reminder of what you’d lost. Your vision was gone, leaving you in complete darkness. That’s when your parents decided you weren’t worth keeping.

"She's blind. What use could she be to us now?"

That was all it took for them to throw you out. No goodbyes, no second thoughts—just the sound of the hatch to the Undercity slamming shut behind you.

Now, years later, you had carved out a life for yourself in the shadows of the Undercity. It wasn’t much, but it was yours. You navigated the dark alleys and crooked streets with an almost uncanny precision, relying on touch, sound, and scent to guide you. Your other senses had sharpened over time, adapting to fill the void your sight had left behind.

Still, survival was brutal. People didn’t care about your blindness—they saw weakness and an easy target. You’d learned quickly how to defend yourself, whether it was with a blade, a sharp tongue, or sheer stubbornness.

That’s how Sevika found you.

It wasn’t a grand meeting. In fact, you’d bumped into her—literally. You hadn’t heard her coming, distracted by the clamor of a nearby fight. When you stumbled back, muttering apologies, she had been surprisingly calm.

For someone who usually brushed off others like they were dust, Sevika hadn’t treated you like you were fragile. She hadn’t laughed at your blindness or tried to offer you pity. Instead, she’d just said, “You walk like you own the place. I respect that.”

That moment changed everything.

It was strange for others to witness Sevika, the notorious enforcer, laughing or even smiling in someone else’s company. You? You were an enigma to them—a blind girl who somehow got under Sevika’s tough exterior like it was nothing. People whispered about it in the bars, sharing hushed disbelief as they saw her sit with you, her usual scowl softened into something unreadable.

You didn’t have to see her face to know the way her demeanor changed when you were around. It was in the way her voice lost its sharp edge, or how her movements were less calculated, less guarded. You had this way of bringing something out of her that no one else could.

Sevika would never admit it out loud, but she liked having you around. You were blunt in the way you spoke to her, never tiptoeing around her reputation or treating her like some fearsome villain. You joked with her like you’d known her for years, teasing her when she got too grumpy or quiet. And somehow, she never snapped at you for it.

“You really do have a stick up your ass sometimes,” you teased one evening as you sat beside her in her usual corner of the Last Drop. You tilted your head, listening to the sounds of people shuffling past, drinks clinking, and cards being shuffled on nearby tables.

Sevika snorted, her metal arm resting on the back of your chair. “You’re one to talk. You nag me more than anyone I’ve ever met.”

“Someone has to,” you retorted, a small smirk playing on your lips. “Otherwise, you’d go full brooding anti-hero on me.”

A chuckle escaped her, low and warm. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah, but you like it,” you shot back without missing a beat.

And that was the thing—she did.

She liked how you didn’t care about her scars or her reputation, how you called her out when no one else dared to. You didn’t treat her with fear or reverence, and that was rare. It was refreshing.

People often asked her why she kept you around, why she let you talk to her the way you did. Sevika never had an answer that didn’t sound too soft for her own liking. Maybe it was your unwavering resilience. Maybe it was the way you stood your ground despite everything life had thrown at you.

Or maybe, it was just you.

The sound of a glass gently clinking onto the wood in front of you drew your attention, and you tilted your head toward Sevika, raising a brow even though you couldn’t see her expression.

“That’s your fifth one tonight,” you said, your voice laced with mock disapproval.

Sevika chuckled low, the sound rumbling in her chest. “And? You keeping count now?”

“Someone has to,” you shot back, leaning back in your seat with a smirk. “You keep this up, and I’m gonna have to drag your drunk ass home.”

“That’ll be the day,” she retorted, a hint of amusement in her tone. “I think I can handle myself.”

“You say that, but I’m the one who hears you stumble around the apartment,” you quipped, crossing your arms.

Sevika let out a short laugh, shaking her head. “You’ve got some nerve for someone who couldn’t even make it up the fire escape on their own a few months ago.”

“Hey, I’ve got plenty of nerve. It’s my best quality,” you replied with a grin, unfazed by her jab. “But seriously, don’t make me cut you off. I will.”

Sevika’s smirk softened into something almost fond as she glanced over at you. “You’re lucky I don’t mind your backtalk.”

“Lucky? Nah, you love it,” you teased, earning another laugh from her as she picked up the glass again.

“So, what’s tomorrow look like?” you asked, breaking the brief silence between you and Sevika. You rubbed your fingertips against the rough surface of the wooden countertop, focusing on the texture rather than her reaction. “I heard Silco’s got a big shipment coming in. And Jinx—well, she’s definitely keeping him busy…”

Sevika grunted, swirling what was left of her drink before downing it in one go. “Yeah, that kid’s a handful. Keeps things… interesting.”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “That’s one way to put it. Bet you’re glad she’s keeping him too busy to breathe down your neck.”

Sevika leaned back in her chair, her metal arm resting heavily on the bar. “It’s a nice change of pace,” she admitted. “But shipments like this? They’re always trouble. More eyes watching, more people trying to make a move. You know how it is.”

“Mm,” you hummed in agreement, your fingers still idly tracing the grooves in the wood. “Let me guess: you’re on babysitting duty again? Keeping the riffraff in line?”

Sevika smirked faintly, her sharp eyes glinting in the dim barlight. “Something like that. You volunteering to help out?”

You snorted, tilting your head toward her. “Me? You think I’d survive five minutes in the middle of one of Silco’s operations?”

She gave a short laugh. “You’ve got more guts than half the people I work with. You’d probably be fine. Besides…” She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping just enough to make it feel more personal. “I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you quickly covered it with a teasing grin. “Careful, Sevika. Almost sounded like you care.”

“Don’t get used to it,” she shot back, though the softness in her tone betrayed her.

"Already am," you hummed back, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you leaned a little closer to her side of the bar.

Sevika raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything, the corner of her mouth twitching ever so slightly.

"But seriously," you continued, letting your fingers drum lightly on the wood, "I don’t have much use out there. I’d just get in the way. I don’t know that area like I know the city. You know how it is."

Sevika nodded, her gaze drifting to her empty glass for a moment before returning to you. “Yeah, I know. It’s not exactly the place for… someone like you.”

You tilted your head, curious at the subtle weight in her voice. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She smirked, pouring herself another drink. “It means you’d probably charm the wrong people and end up in more trouble than you bargained for.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Sounds about right. Guess I’ll leave the heavy lifting to you, then.”

“Smart choice,” Sevika muttered, taking a sip. After a pause, she added, “You’re not useless, though. Don’t talk like that.”

Her words caught you off guard, and for a moment, you just stared at her, unsure how to respond.

“I’m just saying,” Sevika said, her tone gruff but her eyes softer than usual. “You’ve got your own kind of strengths. And… they’re not nothing.”

The sincerity in her voice sent a warm feeling through your chest. You smiled, even though you knew she couldn’t see it. “Thanks, Sev. I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

"And here we go," Sevika sighed, setting her glass down with a lazy smile pulling at her lips, already bracing herself for what was coming.

You leaned forward, chin resting in your palm as you grinned in her direction. “Oh, Sevika,” you cooed dramatically, dragging out her name, “are you finally admitting you’ve got a soft spot for me? This is a monumental occasion!”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile lingered. “Don’t push it, kid.”

“Kid?” you gasped, feigning offense. “Is that how you talk to someone you just called not useless? You’re practically doting on me at this point.”

Sevika chuckled under her breath, shaking her head. “I’m not doting.”

“Oh, no, of course not,” you teased, voice dripping with mock sincerity. “You’re just giving me compliments, looking out for me, and keeping me out of trouble. But doting? Never!”

“You’re unbelievable,” Sevika muttered, but there was no hiding the warmth in her tone.

“And yet, here you are,” you shot back, grinning. “Can’t seem to get enough of me, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she said, waving you off. “You keep telling yourself that.”

You could hear the smirk in her voice, and it made your grin grow wider. “Oh, I will, Sev. I will.”

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You had your own way of getting around the city, sure you couldn't see like everyone else but that gave you an advantage, all your other senses.

Sure you couldn't use your eyes but you could still see, per say.

Think of it like a bat, they use echolocation, you use the same thing- just without the chirps and whatever sounds they make…

Vibrations.

Every step, every sound, every tiny shift in the air painted a map in your mind. You could feel the hum of a generator two streets over, the rattle of loose metal under someone’s boots, the faint tapping of a rat scurrying into a hole.

The city spoke to you, and you listened.

Where others might stumble in the dark, you moved with confidence. You could feel the vibrations of footsteps approaching before anyone turned a corner. The uneven rhythms of dripping water or loose panels were like markers, telling you exactly where you were.

It wasn’t perfect—sometimes you still bumped into things or missed a step—but it was enough to get by. Enough to survive.

And in the Undercity, survival was half the battle.

You’d been making your way through the back alleys, the vibrations beneath your feet familiar, the hum of machinery above grounding you. But then it happened—a shift in the air, a rhythm that didn’t belong. Heavy footsteps. Too many.

You froze for a moment, tilting your head slightly as if listening closer, though you didn’t need to. The vibrations said it all. Four, no… five people. All moving toward you, their steps unsteady but deliberate.

“Hey, little miss,” a gruff voice called, the sound bouncing off the walls. “Ain’t safe for someone like you to be out here all alone.”

You turned slightly, keeping your expression neutral. “I can handle myself, thanks.”

Laughter. It was sharp, jagged, like glass shattering in a quiet room. “Oh, I don’t doubt it,” the voice replied. “But see, we’ve got a problem. This here’s our turf. And you? You look like you’re lost.”

The vibrations grew closer, surrounding you. They were trying to box you in. Your hand instinctively brushed against the metal pipe at your side—a makeshift weapon you always carried. You tightened your grip.

“I’m not lost,” you said calmly. “But you’re about to be.”

Silence for a beat. Then the leader barked out a laugh. “Feisty one, huh? Shame. We could’ve been nice.”

The first swing came fast—a clumsy, overconfident lunge you could feel before it even connected. You ducked easily, using the vibrations to track their movements.

“Big mistake,” you muttered, spinning the pipe in your hand and swinging low. It connected with a satisfying crack, the vibration of impact reverberating up your arm.

But the others weren’t standing idle. Another thug grabbed for you, and though you twisted away, his grip managed to tear your sleeve. You swung back hard, connecting with his ribs, but more footsteps were closing in.

You gritted your teeth. This was going to be a fight.

-

You stood over the last of the thugs, breathing heavily as you wiped a bit of blood from your lip, the adrenaline still surging through you. The alley was littered with bodies—some unconscious, others barely clinging to consciousness. They wouldn’t be bothering anyone for a while.

Your hand rested on the metal pipe, your fingers flexing around the cold steel, as if still gauging whether they were all truly out of commission. You could feel their uneven breathing, the way their pulses had slowed. They were done for now.

With a satisfied smirk, you let the pipe fall to the ground, the sound echoing in the silence of the alley. You had done more than just defend yourself; you’d sent a message.

“You should’ve known better,” you muttered, stepping over one of them as you made your way back toward the exit. Your body ached from the fight, but the satisfaction of taking them down lingered.

You weren’t just some blind girl lost in the city—no, you were a force, and anyone who thought they could take advantage of that was about to learn the hard way.

As you left the alley, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride. It had been close, but you’d come out on top. And the next time anyone underestimated you, they’d be in for a surprise.

You walked into Sevika’s place, your movements a little slower now that the adrenaline had started to fade, leaving the aches and bruises to take center stage. Your clothes were torn, blood smeared across your skin, and there was a faint ringing in your ears from the aftermath of the fight. But you weren’t about to let any of that stop you.

Sevika looked up from her chair when she heard the door open, eyes narrowing as she saw the state you were in. “What the hell happened to you?” she asked, voice a mixture of concern and irritation.

You shrugged, trying to act casual, but the way your body winced when you moved betrayed you. “Had a run-in with a couple of thugs in the alley. Nothing I couldn’t handle, though.”

“Jesus,” Sevika muttered, setting down her drink and standing up. “Sit down. Let me take care of you.”

You obeyed without protest, easing yourself into a chair as she gathered the first-aid supplies. “It wasn���t even that bad,” you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “They didn’t know what hit ‘em.”

Sevika gave you a skeptical look, her hands moving expertly as she started cleaning the cuts and bruises. “Don’t start acting like this is some kind of joke. You’re lucky you don’t have worse injuries.”

“Hey, I came out on top,” you said with a grin, “I didn’t even need your help.”

Sevika shot you a look, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips despite herself. “I’m still patching you up, aren’t I? Not that I expected you to get into fights, but you really need to be more careful.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, but the smirk never left your face. “I’m not some damsel in distress. I can handle myself.”

Sevika didn’t respond at first, her fingers pausing in their work as if she was thinking carefully about something. “You’re right,” she finally said, voice softer. “But you don’t have to handle everything alone, you know?”

You paused, looking up at her. There was a quiet sincerity in her words, and for a moment, you almost forgot the pain. “I know,” you murmured, voice quieter than before. “But I don’t really have anyone else.”

Sevika’s hands moved again, but there was a gentleness in her touch now that wasn’t there before. “Well, you’ve got me,” she said, the words simple but carrying more weight than either of you were ready to admit.

You didn’t know what to say to that, so you just let her work in silence, letting the calm of her presence wash over you as she finished tending to your wounds.

It was the first time in a long while you felt like maybe you weren’t entirely alone in this city.

As Sevika finished tending to your wounds, you couldn't help but chuckle at how seriously she took it, like she was the one who had been hurt. When she finally stepped back, satisfied with her work, you stood up and stretched.

"Thanks, Cupcake," you teased, your tone light and playful as you gave her a mischievous grin. Without giving her a chance to react, you leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

Her reaction was exactly what you'd hoped for—a slight stiffening, the faintest rise of heat radiating from her- but she didn't pull away. In fact, she seemed almost… fond, if not slightly caught off guard.

"You're something else," she muttered, her voice rough but with a hint of amusement in it. She quickly grabbed her drink and took a swig, clearly trying to cover her embarrassment.

You couldn't help but smirk at how flustered she got. "I know, Cupcake. That's what makes me so charming."

You turned to leave, but before you could get to the door, you paused and turned back to her. "See you around, Sevika."

Her gaze softened slightly, and she gave you a small nod. "Yeah, yeah. Take care of yourself."

With that, you walked out, the city lights greeting you with their familiar soft buzzing of electricity–you stepped back into the streets, your mind running not just from the fight, but from the brief moment of something that felt like… warmth.

you chuckle softly, damn woman.

[inawickedlittletown]

We've Got A Long Way To Go (BuckTommy) 1/?

Summary: A few months after the break up, Buck picks up a call that changes everything. Tommy has his own regrets, and an unexpected meeting and a change in Buck's life will bring them together. Fix-it fic. Words: 1.9k Read on Ao3

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Chapter One

It felt a little bit like a punch to the gut to hear Eddie talk about moving to Texas. There had been a moment, in the days after Christopher left with his grandparents, where Eddie had been ready to take off after him. He just, never did. This time it wasn’t even just that Eddie wanted to go there to see Chris in person, he wanted to uproot and move. He was looking at houses, had already spoken to a realtor. The whole thing was already set in motion. 

Buck knew it was selfish to think about himself and where it left him because if Eddie moved to Texas then…well, then he’d be really alone. 

Not really. Except that everyone was busy with their own things and Buck…Buck was going to need to get more flour. Because if he didn’t, then he might finally give in and call Tommy and there was no knowing how that might go. 

Eddie didn’t leave immediately, not that Buck had expected him to, it was still a shock when a couple of months after that first realtor appointment Eddie was announcing to everyone that he’d found a place in El Paso and that he’d be going to see it in person. 

Buck almost offered to go with him. It would have been a distraction that didn’t involve the cashier at Trader Joe’s not being able to hide her expression when Buck went in three days in a row to get baking ingredients. Instead, he drove him to the airport and wished him luck. Told him to say hi to Christopher. Then, he went out and got more flour. On his next shift, he arrived with his efforts. 

He never really had anyone. Not for himself. At least, not until Tommy…but that was over and Buck didn’t think he’d ever get that back. Not with Tommy and certainly not with anyone else. Not that he was even interested in seeking anyone else. 

So, he kept baking. 

His parents…well, Buck had found out why they were the way they were at least so there was some kind of explanation for how they treated him growing up. For why Buck had only really had them when he was hurt or injured and even then it was at a distance. Buck was always kept at a distance. He’d had Maddie, but even Maddie left at the first chance she got.

Left him with his parents who didn’t understand him and who mostly left him to his own devices and then butted in when it suited them before backing out of being parents yet again. 

Then, when Maddie and he planned to leave together it had felt like such a relief. He and his sister together against the world. He’d been so deflated — so angry — when she sent him off on his own instead. They were tethered and yet distant and while Buck reached out through postcards he never heard back. Buck understood the Doug of it all, the way that Maddie had done so much to protect him and to protect herself and yet there were parts of him that just also accepted that for most of his life he’d been left behind and that it would happen again and again and again. 

He was the one that waited. He was the one who saw them walk away. He was the one left behind.

Abby. Ali. Maddie. Tommy. Eddie. Taylor and Natalia to some extent too though at least he’d had more of a say about it — and dare he say it, relief. 

His apartment had felt empty from the very moment that the door closed behind Tommy. It still did even months later no matter what Buck did and no matter who stopped by. The silence was often broken by the whirr of his Kitchen-Aid or the beep of a timer, but that didn’t stop Buck feeling it. The loneliness. 

Too much had happened in his apartment. Their first unexpected kiss. The night that Buck had given Tommy a blowjob for the first time right there at the table, his knees on the hard floor and Tommy’s hand in his hair, his gasps and moans forever left behind in his mind. The very first time that Buck bottomed and how gentle Tommy had been and how Buck had lost count of the times that he was asked if he was sure. All their firsts — well, most of them, anyway. Buck couldn’t get away from the memories. 

It wasn’t like Buck was all on his own. He’d found a family, a place where he belonged. It was just that he was the most isolated. 

Bobby and Athena were in the process of building their house and it seemed to be taking up any of Bobby’s spare time. Hen and Karen were still settling into the new family dynamic with Mara finally and completely in the picture. Buck could easily understand why Karen wanted as much family time as possible. Maddie was pregnant so she and Chim were doing everything they could to prepare for the baby including giving Jee as much time with them so that she didn’t feel forgotten once the baby came. 

Buck didn’t blame them for living their lives, but he did find that he just didn’t fit. He wasn’t needed and as inviting as they all were, Buck just felt like a hanger on. Eddie deciding to go to Texas to be with Christopher was the right move, but it did mean that Buck felt like he was being left yet again. 

Eddie came back from El Paso excited. The house was perfect, apparently, and he’d managed to talk to Chris while he was there too. Buck hadn’t known what to expect from Christopher, considering how little he’d wanted to interact with Eddie since leaving, but Eddie seemed optimistic about making things better with proximity. Buck had to be supportive and help him out, at least it kept him busy for a time. 

Eddie left just a few weeks later, all his stuff packed into his truck and everything else put in storage. They had a going away party at the 118 on his last shift and Buck had to keep all of his emotions inside. He made the cake and the cookies and the pie. Put on a smile. He pretended he was fine. It had to be enough. 

Chim and Maddie invited Buck over for dinner that night and being over at their house was probably the only thing that kept him from calling Tommy. Buck was glad to be busy playing with Jee-Yun and listening to Maddie talk about the progress of her pregnancy. Still, his mind went to Tommy, like it always did. 

How was he doing? How was he handling it? Did he have anyone to lean on? Or had he walked out of Buck’s life and just kept moving without a look back at what could have been and everything he left behind. Maybe it had been long enough that he’d already found someone else. The very possibility of that tore at him and made him want to scream. 

At the end of the night, when Maddie was putting away the cake he’d brought with him, she stopped and fixed him with a stare. 

“You’re still baking,” she said. 

“And?”

“And this started as a good way to get over the break up, but now I think it’s getting a bit obsessive. It’s been months, Buck. Maybe…maybe it’s time you start dating again.” 

The very thought of it was paralyzing. 

“No,” he said. 

“No?” Maddie asked. 

He wasn’t ready for that, might never be ready. It was strange, the way that he just wasn’t interested in finding someone else, not even in a casual way. Not even in a no strings attached way. Tommy had ruined him. Tommy had burrowed so deep that Buck feared he would never get him out and so Buck was just…he was going to be alone. Probably always. 

“Have you thought about calling him?” 

Buck almost laughed. He wanted to cry. 

“Every moment of every day,” he said. “I can’t stop thinking about him. About calling him. About yelling at him.”

“So why don’t you?” 

That was the question. In the direct aftermath, he remembered how quick everyone had been to take his phone right out of his hand and how they had all told him that the last thing he should do was call or text. Chim had even said something about Tommy needing to be the one to call. Buck wished they had encouraged him to reach out instead. He wished he hadn’t listened to them, but he’d been so hurt and he hadn’t known what to do. Maddie had been right there encouraging him to move on. They all had. Buck had figured that they were right, especially with how adamant they were. 

“It’s been months,” Buck said. 

“So maybe you need to talk it out. Closure could help you finally stop baking.” 

She looked at him with pity. Maddie probably didn’t mean to, but it was right there and he hated it. 

“No,” he said and then, “I should go.” 

“Buck, I—”

“I gotta go.” 

The funny part was that he would have gone straight to Eddie’s house, but it wasn’t an option anymore. His apartment didn’t feel like the right place either. So, he drove around for a bit and wound up at the beach. 

The sound of the waves were loud but calming when Buck walked out onto the sand. There were a few people walking around despite how late it was, mostly couples. It made Buck feel more than a little bitter because it did always seem like everyone else seemed to just find their person. And maybe it was hard for everyone and maybe they had hurdles and issues to work through to get to be happy, but it seemed to Buck like no one ever thought it was worth it to work through the hard things with him. Maybe it was time that Buck just give it up and figure out a different way to be happy.

Buck had no idea how long he sat on the cold sand. Long enough that the temperature had gone down a few degrees more and that he actually felt numb from the cold. He forced himself to stand and then started the walk back to his car. Buck had barely gotten there when his phone started to ring. 

The number was not saved in his contacts. Buck answered it anyway. 

“Hello?” 

“Is this Evan Buckley?” A nice female voice said. 

“Uh. Yes. Who am I speaking to?” 

“We’re calling from Cedars Sinai, you were listed as an emergency contact—”

His heartbeat was in his ears, chest tight and his head spinning. The words didn’t make sense. Immediately he went over where everyone he knew was. He’d left Maddie and Chim at home but could something have happened with the pregnancy? But the hospital wouldn’t call him unless they were both incapable of calling him. Eddie was in Texas. He wasn’t the emergency contact for Bobby or Athena or Hen. So that left…

Buck was glad he was near enough to his car that he could stumble towards it and lean against it. 

“Mr. Buckley? Mr. Buckley?” 

“I’ll…I’ll be right there.” 

He almost dropped his phone as he fumbled for his keys. He thought about calling Maddie or Bobby. Hen, even. Didn’t. Instead he got into his car and his hands were surprisingly steady as he started the car.

[changingplumbob]

Dating Deanna -Final contestants

Sims who do not have a post of their own that will be joining us!

CW: Mentions of pregnancy loss

Kay Barkley by @daedriyth

She was with a man right out of highschool and was pregnant. It was a rough pregnancy and she had to have the baby via c section due to birthing complications (hence the scar). She lost the baby, and the guy blamed her for it and left her. The necklace she wears has her baby’s ashes in it. Her little girl was named Sienna Barkley, her last name and not the man’s. She only takes the necklace off when she plans to be intimate with another sim, otherwise it stays on. Its her most precious possession. The guy had convinced Kay to start a new life with him, so she’s nowhere near her family and misses them deeply as she’s a family oriented sim. She misses the hustle and bustle of a filled house. She loves baking!!! Her favorite holiday is Winterfest because she loves baking treats. She wants to learn more about gaming. Her favorite color is purple. Red is her natural hair color. She’s naturally a kind sim but will go to war for those she cares about. She’s thought about adoption more than once. She likes horses. She finds rockets fascinating and would love someone to teach her about them. She’s always in for a good laugh.

Yasmine Greenwood by @fallin4fiction

Yasmine Greenwood calls Evergreen Harbor home. Where else can she run through the smog, find precious treasures in the dump, and live freely amongst the (bar)flies? However, after focusing on cleaning the outside world, Yasmine realizes she now has to clean her inner world. She is looking for someone to love her for herself and be her partner in environmental advancement and Ever After.

Posy Valentine by @invisiblequeen

Once upon a time, not long ago, Posy was a contestant on Love Island: Tartosa. She thought she'd found the one and left in high spirits. Five years later, she's a popular producer for some of your favorite artists, she's a style icon on trendi...and she's newly single. As scarred as she is from the breakup, you'd think she'd never open her heart to another again...

Elise Agro by @invisiblequeen

Elise spent her college years traveling the entire world, looking for her purpose in life. After years of living in everyone else's shadow, she was ready to get out of town and broaden her horizons. As wild and fun as it's been, Elise has started to miss home, and just moved back into a small apartment to find more of herself without anyone's expectations looming over her. Maybe she'll find her special someone there, too... or maybe she'll wind up taking another trip to Tartosa?

Alaina Osborne by @hashimasims

She is an aspiring actress who left her hometown of Twinbrook to try to make it big in Del Sol Valley, disowning her family in the process who said it would never happen and she'd come crawling back home after a month. She was already a failure to them when she started bringing women home as well as men to meet the family. Now it has been five years and though she had to grudgingly take a waitress job at a grungy dive bar so she could pay the rent of for her tiny 250 sq ft shoebox of an apartment, her snobbish self would never let herself admit that maybe her family was right. When she found out she had been chosen for the show, Alaina quit her job and left everything behind in the hope of another new beginning. After so many failed relationships and Watcher awful dates over the years she's starting to believe that romance doesn't actually exist only lust and sexual need. She does hope that maybe she could find "the one" in Deanna but hopes that if not she can use this show as a stepping stone to get into the TV and Movie business.

Nathalie Carrillo by @berrysims-lp

Nathalie, well, she doesn't really know what she wants from life. It's not for lack of trying though! She's been on the move the last few years bouncing between jobs, never finding one she wanted to commit to. Between working in resorts and restaurants, between selling bracelets and beans, she hasn't found something worth sticking to. Could love be the thing to stop her constantly changing mind, or will the commitment of a filming contract be too much?

Big thanks to my ghostwriters @abbysimsfun and @sleepyselkiesims who are helping me out with some of these!

[withahappyrefrain]

Thirst night idea: (I need a cold shower after this)

So Jake has an oral fixation, I feel like as a fandom we’ve basically confirmed it, he also never shuts the fuck up

Him getting pegged with a dildo in his mouth to suck on/chew/keep him quiet..both ends filled..

Once you bring up the dildo/gag idea, he’s weary at first (Pegging he fucking loves, he pretends to need to think it over😂)

I feel like bringing it up to him would be in one of two styles: When your in a place where you two need to be quiet or him talking is annoying you “Shut the fuck up or I’ll make you damn it” OR he’s whimpering and chewing on his lip and being all needy, so you suggest something to keep him occupied, so his brain can shut off

Just..pegging Jake while he sucks a dildo (or sucks off someone else 😏)

LOVE THIS so happy to write some sub!Jake. Pegging is explicitly mentioned in this y'all

"Will you shut up?" You hissed, emphasizing your words with a sharp thrust.

Your boyfriend simply groaned, shamelessly lifting his hips up to get more of the silicone dildo that was thrusting in and out of him.

Jake didn't seem to realize (or care) that anyone could walk into the lake house and hear him getting fucked.

You two were the first to arrive for the annual dagger squad reunion/vacation. The long car ride had put him in a sour mood and you'd be damned if he was going to act like a brat in front of everyone. Yes, they were used to it, having worked with Jake before he met you. But you relished in having control over him (that he willingly gave you).

But right now, Jake was too damn loud. You didn't need his coworkers to know the exact details of your relationship. It was your special thing with Jake.

Eyeing the discarded pair of panties, you grabbed the cloth, balling it up before stuffing it into Jake's mouth.

For a moment, it worked. For a moment, the only sounds in your bedroom were that of heavy breathing and your hips slapping against his. For a moment.

And then, as if right on cue, Jake began whining. How he was able to make so much noise with the make shift gag was beyond you.

"What? Do you need a dick in your mouth to be quiet?" Jake nodded eagerly, barely able to focus on anything other than how good it felt to be stretched by your strap.

You pulled out, reacting to the needy whine by slapping Jake's thigh, "I'm coming back. Needy slut."

His cock twitched at your degradation. He was mesmerized watching you go through the suitcase.

"Is this what you want?" Jake moaned at the sight of you holding up a yellow colored dildo. God, he's so cute when he's needy and desperate like this.

[justarithinnngs]

Spaces (Squid Game x Player!Reader)

Chapter 2 - Tell me when you hear my heart stop.

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The phone felt heavy in her hand. Her mother’s voice still lingered in her ears, but all (Y/N) could hear now was the pounding of her heart, the frantic thoughts racing in her mind.

She let the phone slip from her hand, landing softly on the couch, and then she buried her face in her hands. A choked sob tore through her chest, each breath coming in jagged gasps, as though the air had been stolen from her.

Her apartment—her safe place—felt unfamiliar now. The walls, once a comforting embrace, now closed in on her. The laughter from earlier in the night felt distant, like something she could never quite return to. It was as if she had stepped through some invisible threshold, and the world on the other side was darker, colder.

Her father was dying. It wasn’t a nightmare. It wasn’t some cruel joke. It was real. Brain cancer. The words repeated in her mind like a broken record, over and over, louder with each iteration, until they drowned out everything else; and all she wanted to do was scream.

She’d spent so many years looking after others—her friends, her family, even strangers who needed a kind word or a smile. She had always been the bright one, the energetic one, the one who brought light into any room she entered. But now, it felt like the world was stealing that light from her, wondering what she could have possibly done for her and her family to feel this type of pain. She felt hollow, empty, as if all her joy had been sucked out by something too big to comprehend.

She could feel the raw grief swelling in her chest, but beneath it, there was something else: fear. Fear of losing her father. Fear of what would happen to her family if she couldn’t fix this. Fear of the unknown, of a future she had no control over.

(Y/N)’s phone buzzed again, this time vibrating against the fabric of the couch. She glanced at the screen. Jiwoo’s name flashed in bold letters, but she didn’t have the strength to answer. She knew what they’d say, what they always said—Call me if you need anything. But the truth was, nothing they said could fix this. Nothing anyone said could bring her father back, could reverse the diagnosis, could stop the inevitable.

She pulled her knees to her chest, curling up into herself as the tears fell freely now, soaking her shirt. The weight of it all crushed her, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t know how to be the person everyone needed her to be.

How could she fix this? How could she make it better? She couldn’t. She was powerless. And in that realization, she felt the last shred of hope slip away.

Time passed without her noticing—minutes, hours, she wasn’t sure—but eventually, she managed to gather herself enough to sit up. The tears didn’t stop, but the worst of the sobbing had subsided. Her body trembled, and her head ached, but at least the nausea had lessened.

She stood, moving like a zombie toward the kitchen, her mind still clouded, her limbs heavy. Her phone buzzed again, and this time she couldn’t ignore it. She had to answer.

With shaky hands, she picked it up.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” Jiwoo’s voice came through, warm and concerned. “We were all getting worried about you. You haven’t replied to any of our texts, and—”

She couldn’t hold it back. The lump in her throat was too much, and before she knew it, her breath caught, and she burst into tears again. Jiwoo’s voice cut through her sobs, frantic. “(Y/N), what’s wrong? What happened?”

“I—Jiwoo…” Her words faltered, choking on the emotions she couldn’t contain. “It’s Dad. He’s sick, Jiwoo. Really sick. He… he has brain cancer.”

The words didn’t feel real, but as soon as they left her mouth, a sob wracked her body. Her vision blurred with tears, and she stumbled to the couch, sitting down heavily, like her legs couldn’t hold her anymore.

There was a long silence, and for a moment, (Y/N) feared Jiwoo would hang up, unsure of how to respond. But when Jiwoo spoke again, her voice was soft, comforting, yet raw with emotion.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I can’t even imagine how you’re feeling right now.”

The words hit her like a wave, crashing over her chest. “I don’t know what to do, Jiwoo. I don’t know how to fix this. I’ve always been the one to help everyone else, and now…” She trailed off, her breath hitching. “Now, I can’t fix this. I can’t fix him.”

“You don’t have to fix it,” Jiwoo said, her voice steady but soft. “You just need to be there for him. For your family. And for yourself. You can’t do it all alone, it's not healthy."

(Y/N) closed her eyes, the ache inside her deepening, making it hard to breathe. She could feel her mother’s words echoing in her mind again—We’ll fight for him. You’re not alone. But no matter how much they fought, it wouldn’t change what was coming.

“Jiwoo,” (Y/N) said after a long moment, her voice thick. “I don’t know how to be strong right now. I feel… empty. Like everything that made me me is gone.”

“You’re still you, (Y/N).” Jiwoo’s words were quiet, but they carried weight. “You’re just… hurting right now. And that’s okay. You don’t have to pretend to be okay.”

The relief that washed over her was so overwhelming, she almost collapsed from it. She let her phone drop onto the couch beside her, curling into herself again. Jiwoo was right. She didn’t have to pretend. She didn’t have to be the person everyone expected her to be, not tonight. Not when everything felt so broken.

But still, there was that gnawing question in the back of her mind—What now? What was she supposed to do with this grief, with this helplessness? What was she supposed to do when the people she loved most were slipping through her fingers?

That night, (Y/N) didn’t sleep. She didn’t even try. She sat on her couch, staring at the empty space in front of her, listening to the distant hum of the city outside her window. Her phone buzzed again, this time from her mom, but (Y/N) didn’t pick up. She couldn’t.

Her mind was filled with nothing but the weight of the future—the future that no longer felt certain, that no longer felt like something she had control over. Every moment seemed fragile, slipping away as quickly as it came.

The next morning, her mom called again, her voice quieter than before, but firm. “(Y/N), I know this is a lot to take in, but your father needs you. We have an appointment at the hospital today. They’re going to discuss treatment options, but we need you here with us. Can you come?”

It was the last thing (Y/N) wanted to do. She wanted to scream, to shut herself off from everything, to pretend that her father wasn’t dying. But instead, she took a deep breath, holding back the tears that threatened to rise again.

“I’ll be there,” she said, her voice trembling.

As she hung up the phone, she felt the smallest spark of resolve flicker inside her, but it was quickly extinguished by the overwhelming weight of what was to come.

She pulled on a jacket, her hands still trembling, and left her apartment. The world outside felt unchanged, but for her, everything had shifted. Every step she took toward her car felt like a step further from who she had been just a day ago.

The fight had just begun. And it was a fight she didn’t know if she was strong enough to win.

But for her dad, she would try. She had to try.

(Y/N) stumbled into the cold morning, the sharp air biting at her skin, but she barely felt it. Every step felt like it took more effort than the last, her limbs heavy, weighed down by the exhaustion that seemed to seep into her bones. But still, she kept moving. Even if it felt like she was walking through molasses, even if she couldn’t see past the pain clouding her mind—she had to keep moving.

The streets outside her apartment were already bustling with the noise of the city—cars honking, people shouting to one another, the distant hum of the world spinning forward. It all felt so wrong. Like the world was continuing on, business as usual, while her entire world was slowly crumbling.

(Y/N) reached her car, but before she could open the door, her phone buzzed again.

It was Jiwoo.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

The question sat in her chest like a weight. She didn’t want to burden Jiwoo with this, with the crushing weight of the reality she had to face. But at the same time, she was so tired—tired of being strong, tired of trying to carry everything on her own. Maybe, just maybe, she could lean on someone who loved her.

She stared at the screen for a long moment, her finger hovering over the keyboard. She could hear Jiwoo’s voice in her mind—soft, gentle, like she was already there, offering comfort even through the phone.

She didn’t want to burden anyone. But… she couldn’t face today alone.

(Y/N) typed back, “Yeah. Please.”

Within moments, Jiwoo replied, “I’m on my way.”

It felt like a small victory, that one decision—choosing to let someone in, to accept help. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for now.

When Jiwoo arrived, (Y/N) was already sitting in her car, staring blankly at the steering wheel. Her body felt like a lead weight, and her mind was lost in a fog of worry and fear. Jiwoo slid into the passenger seat without a word, her presence a quiet comfort, and for a few moments, the only sound was the low hum of the engine.

They drove in silence, and the roads blurred beneath them. The appointment at the hospital was looming ahead, but (Y/N) couldn’t bring herself to think about it. She couldn’t bring herself to think about what the doctors would say, what the treatment options would look like, or how much longer her father could hold on. It all felt too much.

But Jiwoo was there, her presence like a tether, keeping (Y/N) grounded. Even when her mind was spiraling, even when she felt like she was about to break under the weight of it all, Jiwoo was there.

The drive was long, but it didn’t matter. When they finally reached the hospital, (Y/N) felt like she was stepping into another world. The sterile smell of antiseptic, the constant buzz of machinery—it was all too familiar now. And yet, it still felt like she was walking into a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from.

“Ready?” Jiwoo asked, her voice soft.

(Y/N) nodded, but the action felt robotic. She wasn’t sure she was ready. She wasn’t sure she would ever be ready. But her dad needed her. She had to be strong. Even if she didn’t know how.

Inside, they were led to the small consultation room where her parents were waiting. Her mother sat there, her eyes dark with exhaustion, her face drawn tight with worry. When she saw (Y/N), she stood up, her arms reaching out, but (Y/N) couldn’t move. She couldn’t bring herself to let her mother hold her. Not when she felt so far gone.

“(Y/N), sweetheart,” her mom said, her voice cracking as she walked over, her hands trembling. “We’re just waiting for the doctors. They said he'll be here soon.”

(Y/N) forced a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. She felt numb. Cold.

She sat down in the chair beside her mother, and Jiwoo took a step back, giving them some space. She didn’t say anything, but her presence was still there, steady and unwavering.

The minutes dragged on, each one feeling like an eternity. Every passing second felt like a reminder of how much was slipping away.

Finally, the door opened, and a doctor entered—tall, in his mid-forties, with a practiced, neutral expression. He looked like he had delivered this kind of news a thousand times. (Y/N) could already tell he wasn’t here to offer hope.

Her mother’s hand squeezed hers, but she didn’t say anything. There was nothing to say.

The doctor sat down at the table, opening a folder in front of him. He cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses before looking up at them.

“Mrs. (Y/L/N).. (Y/N),” he began, looking between both her mother and herself. "I’m afraid there’s not much more we can do.”

(Y/N) felt her heart drop into her stomach, as she squeezed her eyes shut in hopes that this was just a bad dream she can wake up from as the weight of his words hitting her like a punch to the chest. She couldn’t breathe.

Her father, who had fought so hard, who had always been the one to protect her, the one who had always been the pillar she leaned on—he was slipping away. And there was nothing anyone could do.

“We can offer palliative care,” the doctor continued, his voice even but sympathetic. “It will help manage his symptoms, but…” He trailed off, as if not needing to say the rest.

Her mother nodded slowly, her eyes already glassy. “We understand,” she whispered, voice shaky as she held back tears.

But (Y/N)? She couldn’t understand. She didn’t know how to understand. All she felt was the sharp pain of a life she couldn’t stop, a future that felt too dark and too cold to face.

“Thank you,” her mother said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

(Y/N) didn’t speak. She couldn’t. Words were stuck in her throat, too heavy to escape.

The doctor stood up to leave, but before he did, he looked at them one last time. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “We’ll give you some time. Take care of each other.”

And with that, he was gone.

The room felt empty, even with her mother beside her. The weight of the diagnosis hung in the air, suffocating, like it was pressing down on her chest.

Her mother was holding it together, just barely, but (Y/N) couldn't keep pretending she was okay when everything in her was breaking. "I don't know how to do this, Mom," (Y/N) whispered, her voice thick with tears. "I don't know how to do this without him."

Her mother wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. “We’ll find a way. Together, we’ll find a way.”

But (Y/N) wasn’t so sure anymore. She wasn’t sure there was a way. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep going, how much longer she could pretend to be strong for everyone else when the world around her was falling apart.

For the first time, she didn’t know if she could fight.

And yet, the fight had only just begun.

[fandomsfordays21]

My "Ink Sans" AU

So, I've had this idea for a while, but I'm sharing it now due to my mutuals @mrgrimreaper1 and @t3m1 encouraging me, and because they shared their own ocs. (Go check them out Sketch!Sans is pretty cool)

Basically, I was thinking a bit too hard about Ink's backstory, and I started feeling really bad about the others in his universe. This was especially true for his Papyrus, since he was the only other person in _____!tale that showed any form of emotions.

Then I got onto a train of thought about Ink's creator specifically. We know they dropped the idea of Ink's universe when drawing became a chore, leaving the sketches unfinished, but nothing else about them. I got to thinking, what if Ink's creator was to come back? What if they came back and finished I _____!tale after Ink was gone?

That brings us to Sketchtale, also known as the Completed Concept AU for those outside of the UTMV.

For the basics, Sketchtale is the universe that _____!tale was supposed to be, or at least a reworked version of it. The Creator, after a long while, rejoins the Undertale Fandom and decides to revisit their unfinished au from all that time ago. The name "Sketchtale" is meant to reference that it was left as a sketch for a long time.

Sketchtale is a universe based entirely off of art and multiple art forms, each area of the Underground being based off of certain mediums.

Ruins: Sculpture, carvings, engravings, mosaics.

Snowdin: Graphite and colored pencil, crayon, marker, charcoal.

Waterfall: Watercolors, paints of any variety, resin.

Hotland: Glassblowing, pottery, metalworking. (Art done with/using technology is also found here, but it's more common around the CORE and is not the main art medium.)

New Home/The castle: Knitting, sewing, crotchet, quilt and clothes making.

I'll make posts about individual characters later, but Monsters as a whole have some unique qualities that are important to know.

Monsters in Sketchtale have colored SOULs, with each monster having 1 or 2 unique colors. These colors are not Traits, like they are in Humans, and are instead types of Magic. Each color has specific abilities, with having more than one color being both rare and powerful. (Most bosses in the game have dual-colored SOULs.) A monster who has absorbed 7 Human SOULs gains a special, incredibly powerful SOUL type, called a Prism SOUL or God SOUL, that can use all colors at once.

A Monster's Magic will express its color(s) by binding to one or more specific utensils or mediums, which will be used in battle. (Imagine every Monster in Sketchtale as having their own Broomie, or having the specific paint magics.)

I'll have a separate post with diagrams and charts once I draw them, but I hope this post is clear enough to understand. This is just a very basic rundown of the AU, so if anyone has questions or wants specific details about Sketchtale, my askbox is open.

This is kind of a half-baked idea for now, so things are open to change and I will have to finish developing certain details and characters, but I'm willing to keep working if you guys like this idea. I have a lot of cool stuff planned for the Sans (Doodle) and Papyrus (Sketch) of this au and some angst ideas that I'm excited to share, so stay tuned!

[flo-zoinks]

Plzplzplz i love ur headcannons sm!! Could u do some if they found a small cat wander into camp ??

Aw ty!!!!! (This is the first normal hc req I've had LMAO 💀)

HOW EACH RDR2 GANG MEMBER REACTS TO A CAT IN CAMP (MY OPINION)

Arthur - quite indifferent to it, probably jokes at least someone else'll be bringing in meat they hunt to camp, much to Dutch's distaste. He sketches it a couple times however

John - doesn't like cats too much, but grows a little close to it by them both sitting in silence in chapter 2 whilst John was still recovering

Javier - wants to keep the cat, often strokes kitty but isnt a huge cat fan, although perhaps he plays guitar whilst the cat listens. Calls it gordito

Pearson - rambles on sight that sailors and navy boys believe cats are good luck to anyone who hears as an excuse to bring up being in the navy. Offhandedly will feed it chunks that can't go into the main stew for whatever reason later on- (Arthur hates that)

Uncle - ignores the cat mostly but they are often found in the future lazing around together in camp. The people in camp say it's Uncle's protege

Bill - Worried on how Cain would interact with the kitty but if all goes well and they keep the cat he likes to keep the 2 animals together, insisting Cain could use some other friends

Hosea - Wants to keep the cat as long as its self reliant (eg hunts for itself), saying it'll boost a camp morale to have a pet. Reads the newspaper whilst it sits on the table together.

Dutch - immediately uses it as reason to have another speech praising cats for not following society's clutch and doing as they please with no care. Calls it Ruth (Ruthie by most)

Mary-Beth - falls in love with the cat, likes to write with them curled up on her lap and brushes it with a special hairbrush she (stole) got. Once also (stole) got a cute pendant and put it on the cat as a collar - though had to take it off knowing it would get stolen and put the kitty in danger

Tilly - also wants to keep it, and rants to the cat about Miss Grimshaw whilst the kitty listens. Probably a little protective of it and wants the cat to be a pet for the girls and keeps it away from select guys

Karen - "aw that's cute". Doesn't really care past that but perhaps makes a sarcastic comment to the cat every once in a while talking shit about someone

Grimshaw - at first didnt want an unhygienic animal here, but quickly grew to love it as a mini helper in removing vermin and mouse. Often is seen walking around camp with the kitty and tells camp members to take notes as it's a lot more clean then half the gang

Abigail - strokes the kitty and likes the cat, though is also quite indifferent to it. However shes one of the first to look for it if it goes missing for Jack's sake

Jack - ADORES THE CAT. Cried a little to Abigail saying he felt guilty for liking a cat which is a dogs enemy, therefore Cain's. But now often they play together and when he has naps the cat curls up close next to him

Trelawny - REALLY likes cats, surprisingly. Ensures Micah isn't near to the kitty and uses it as an assistant for his magic tricks. Says every wizard needs his cat. Probably when disappearing will reappear more often to check up on the cat

Strauss - a little avoiding to it at first thinking it's quite dirty, yet as he spends so much time in camp the cat grows to be his little helper whilst he does work, sitting in silence next to him. The only time Strauss ever shared his wealth was buying the cat a little bed next to his desk, partly to avoid it from sitting on his papers again.

Sean - quite superstitious on cats, so if it came around Christmas time hes very happy to see the cat. Believes it's good luck, but watches it closely in case it let's a mouse escape or purrs with it's back to the fire. Teaches all this to Jack, and likes to pat the cat periodically.

Lenny - doesn't care much for the cat, but if everyone else likes it then he supposes it's a good thing to have in camp. Worries to Hosea on having a cat whilst they move often the cat would struggle to adapt, but Hosea says not to worry as the cat is a lot smarter then half of camp, (he names Bill), and they manage.

Molly - also incredibly superstitious about cats, and at first doesn't want them to keep it saying its unhygienic. After time shes seen with the cat on her lap as she complains about her life to it brushing the kitty. However she says it's only to stop it being messy on her things. Insists it's a she and calls her Princess

Sadie - could not care less about the cat, probably ignores it if it comes close without realising

Charles - likes cats, pats the kitty often and gives it spare food he has. However he can't stand how the cat plays with live food, and had to put some animals out of its misery when the cat got bored with them, much to his disdain

Kieran - doesn't say anything but REALLY wants them to keep it. At first he's a little nervous around the cat but instantly warms up to it soon after and tries to spend all his time with the cat. Tries to get the cat and horses to bond

Micah - "Do we NEED another mangy lazy animal we've already got Swanson" really doesn't want a cat in camp, probably kicked it once without realising but didn't care much. Calls them weak animals for being always 'sneaky' rather than fighting everything head on on

Thanks for asking me!!!❤ what do you think?? HAVE A NICE DAY I LOVED THIS ASK XX

[thesixsixsixeyes]

Yes, Suguru was beautiful. He always has been. Satoru still remembered the first time he saw Suguru. The way his heart had never skipped a beat in his life until that moment. He didn’t know then, he didn’t know for a long time that Suguru was the love of his life. Well a part of him probably knew, he knew that Suguru was special but he realized exactly how special far too late. He took Suguru by his side for granted. In some ways it was almost like he deserved to be left behind and abandoned, he knows this now.

But yes, even after everything that Suguru has done, what he will probably continue to do, Satoru still couldn’t help but find him beautiful. This was still his best friend, the only best friend he would ever have. The love of his life. Satoru didn’t even try to love another not really, he didn’t need to try to know that there would never be anyone else but Suguru in his heart.

The sight alone of Suguru laying their legs apart as if on display just for him, waiting just for him, it was enough to drive Satoru insane. He moves in with predatory speed and desire gripping Suguru’s thighs tightly as he pulls him closer. Loss in bliss from the way their lips seem to connect so easily. The way Suguru tasted and felt was like no other pleasure in the world.

The way his tight hole seemed to grip around Satoru’s cock so tightly, so deliciously tight, it had his eyes wide and moaning into Suguru’s mouth. It was like his brain and senses were going haywire with how good it felt. Before he could take the time to just pause, wait not only to see if Suguru was alright but to allow himself to get used to the feeling, Suguru was already bringing him in closer, forcing Satoru’s cock in deeper and he groans.

Finally, his eyes fall shut for a moment but he quickly opens them again to fixate his blue eyes on those purple ones in front of him. However, he was more than willing to give Suguru what he wanted though. He obliges him and presses in deeper, loving the way Suguru’s fingers drag up his back and into his hair. It only encouraged him further to push deeper and deeper until he was sheathed all the way inside Suguru.

“Fuck… you feel so good. Even better than I could have imagined.”

He murmurs against Suguru’s mouth. Slowly he starts moving his hips. Suguru is saying he doesn’t have to be gentle but is it boring if he wants to be? If he at least wants to just at first so that he can take his time and enjoy every second of being inside of Suguru.

“Tell me you want me, Suguru and I’ll fuck you so damn good, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

Satoru’s voice turns almost desperate. There was so much he wanted to say so much he needed to say, though he wasn’t willing to risk it just yet and scare Suguru off.

I will fuck you so good, you’ll keep coming back for more.

That is what he is thinking. He knows Suguru will try to run off after this, to evade him again for years to come, but Satoru wasn’t letting him go this time. He was going to show him that. Each thrust goes in a little deeper, harder, and faster. He’s experimenting a little, looking for just the right angle, amazed at how good it feels to have Sguuru’s warmth enveloping him like this. It’s almost too much…

“Suguru…”

He groans softly, nipping his lower lip before he trailing his mouth down his neck again, eager to mark him as he fucks him thoroughly. Determined to mark Suguru in every way possible.

It should have been Suguru who was on top, controlling Satoru, turning his guts into putty until Suguru had his way -- and then he would be off. With Satoru's blue eyes that could see so much, blue BALLS would have suited him. Suguru thought this, disliking losing any semblance of control, but he could hardly care anymore. Why care when he was being treated right and almost brought to orgasm? And why care when everything about Satoru was so strikingly adult? The deep rasp of his chuckle was doing things to Suguru unexpectedly. The heat of his breath as he spoke and his kisses were so masculine and attractive. He was living up to being a jujutsu sorcerer alright and for once that was a compliment. He wasn't all talk at least not yet.

“ Beautiful? ”

Was Satoru really capable of thinking a murderer was beautiful? It could have been sweet talk that just fell out of his mouth on reflex, as if Suguru needed to be sweetened up anymore what his back arched, ass up, and tight rim squeezing around Satoru's fingers. He was properly stretched. Any more playing with his hole and he's come. But Satoru's fingers were far smaller than his cock. Suguru moaned at the loss of those fingers working him but his disappointment didn't last long. He was a sorcerer who killed humans and defeated curses without breaking a swear, but Satoru flipping him over in one move knocked the wind out of him.

He was surprised, obviously. His purple eyes were wide and gleaming with shock then excitement. It was almost as if he was expecting Satoru to come clean and give up the ploy, that he was taking Suguru in, but that excited him all the same. He dropped his gaze when lube splurted out of the tube and was used to slicken up an impossibly hard cock. He wished he had Six Eyes to see all the details of THAT cock. What little he did see in the dark made his erection bob between his thighs as cum dribbled down his erection.

Suguru was lying with his thighs spread and his cock, balls, and hole on display. He looked desperate and he didn't mind it. Suguru planted his heels on the bed and lifted his hips, positioning his lube and saliva slick hole for Satoru to take. He laughed merrily, almost madly, and welcomed the huge thorn in his side that was the prodigal sorcerer. Hands moved up the muscle of Satoru's back and then finger nails raked up the white buzzcut at the base of the sorcerer's skull. He ran his fingers through snow-white hair, even tugged a little, as their mouths connected.

“ Ahhh, yes, Satoru~ ”

He wanted to see Satoru's cock enter him but his purple eyes were fixed on his one and only's face just as blue eyes were on him. They wanted to get off on looking at each other. After all these years, who ever thought they'd reunite in this manner. The last time Suguru had smiled while Satoru worked through a broken heart. Suguru thought about that boy and gently touched the base of Satoru's skull, then the thick head of his engorged cock stretched out his hole and fluidly moved in.

Suguru breathed a calming breath to open his hole to Satoru's girth. Once that searing head made way, his hole reflexively tightened around Satoru's cock. The dark haired sorcerer moaned low and gripped his partner's hair tight. He shifted his weight to the middle and upper half of his back and hooked his legs around Satoru's body. Ankles crossed and locked, and he drew Satoru in while beginning to smirk.

“ You don't have to be gentle, Satoru. ”

Would be incurring some kind of wrath by saying that? Suguru didn't care. He relaxed his hole with another calming breath and pressed the balls of his feet against Satoru's ass as encouragement for him to go all the way. Of course the Six Eyes and Limitless user also had a monster cock. Was thing was touching it with his hand and another thing was being utterly filled by it. Suguru's abs tightened, he slowly circled his hips, and he bit his lower lip. Fingers raked through white hair, back down the buzzed hair, and then gripped muscular shoulders. MORE.

[inamagicalhallucination]

i dont get when ppl say "atsushi would be horrified" at something thats probably just another tuesday for him

[girl-bateman]

Some days I'm pretty content with my childhood other days I'm ripping my hair out because it just doesn't add up !! someone is hiding things from me !! I don't trust anyone !!

[guhamun]

TODAY, HUH? UNEXPECTED, BUT doable. Lifting his hand, he rubbed his chin in thought come Cu’s words about Jiyan’s love for those beautiful, pink flowers he’d sometimes see at certain parts of Huanglong. Now that he thought about it, he had heard something about the other’s fondness for them. It was an off-hand comment from an admirer more or less, one he hadn’t recalled until just now considering his lack of interest in such information at the time. ❝You sure are asking a lot, especially since Calcharo’s mood isn’t the best right now due to your meddling. I’ll see what I can do, though.❞ How does one just randomly bring up flowers that someone liked without it being obvious? He wasn’t used to…conversations like this, and so, Jianyu wasn’t quite sure he was the best person to have undertaking this particular task. However, since this was a secret shared between him and Cu, there wasn’t really anyone else that could be involved in steering things along aside from him. Subtly wasn’t at all his strong suit either, and any stumble with Calcharo would be noted very quickly. This was truly a difficult job that was placed on his lap…

     ❝I’ll be waiting for that call.❞ Pushing himself up, he stretched his back a little, giving the other a glance. ❝Don’t get too invested in all this, Cu. Remember, those two have to reach a conclusion on their own at the end of the day.❞ They were on the right track, albeit going at a snail’s pace. This just served as a tiny push to make them think a little more outside of their usual box they placed themselves in when it came to work and any feelings outside of that. With a wave of his hand, he took his leave of the other man, off to go about his day and attempt to figure out how to approach his ‘mission objective’. Grabbing a bottle of water, he made his way over to his boss, holding it out for him to take as soon as he was by his side. ❝I’d apologize on behalf of Cu, but that’d be ridiculous, so have this instead as a peace offering from him.❞

     Calcharo eyed the water bottle for a moment, glancing past Jianyu to where he recalled Cu had been before taking it in hand with a small hum. Okay, step one accomplished. Now to step two. Looking away, he watched his fellow Ghost Hounds for a few seconds before speaking and breaking the relative quiet. ❝I notice the landscape feels like oppressive lately now that the Threnodian has been taken care of – temporarily, at least. I think I see more flowers blooming in places they didn’t.❞ Careful, careful. He had to tread carefully. ❝Saw some pecok flowers outside of their usual area which is a pretty good sign of healing. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ll be almost everywhere in the city later on as a result of them being easier to get.❞

      There was a small span of silence, a hint that Calcharo was listening intently without making that obvious as he turned icy gaze down towards him. ❝Are those popular among the people of Huanglong?❞

      ❝Mm, yeah they are. My aunt adores them and has them in her shop, though she buys hers from the pharmacy. She used to complain about how difficult it was to get them since those had a tendency to sell out, and since it was often a bit dangerous to go to where they grew, you kinda had to make do. No idea if the pharmacy has any more, though. It may take them a bit of time to stock up again. However, if things continue as they are, maybe they’ll be more widespread. I can name a lot of people who would like that.❞ Calcharo was quiet once more, the topic one that clearly interested him despite him appearing otherwise. To another person, they’d think he was merely speaking out of obligation more than anything else, the mercenary notorious for being someone who preferred to get to the heart of things rather than wasting time on small talk. This was a good sign. ❝Anyway, sorry for rambling at you, Boss. I really just wanted to give you that bottle of water, and then wound up feeling chatty.❞

     ❝It’s fine. I’m aware that this moment’s peace is important to you. This is your home, after all.❞ It was a subtle shift, one that only those who were perceptive and understood Calcharo would notice, but his gaze had softened just a little. ❝Don’t forget to enjoy it all more often. I don’t think you do that enough with how busy you keep yourself.❞

     ❝I will. Thank you, Calcharo.❞ Offering a small bow of his head, he turned and walked away, a small sigh of relief slipping past his lips. Well, he did his part. The rest was up to Cu, Jiyan, and of course, Calcharo himself. He was quite curious to see where this would all go before that uninvited guest from the New Federation came and threw everything off for a while -- the calm before the storm.

"And say things that will get under people's skin to get them to drop their poker face," he was quick to add. While he reassured Jianyu that the Red Dew had no interest in the Ghost Hounds, he hasn't had communication with anyone in his family in... a really long time. There was a small chance that the Mictíre House could want something from the international mercenary group, a job done since they had permission to operate in Jinzhou, but... Nah, no reason to start overthinking now. If they wanted something, then surely they would've contacted one of their informants in the New Federation. He had other, more relevant, things to worry about.

"I'm amazing at giving names, Yuyu," he argued, eyebrow lifting as if Jianyu just spoke nonsense. "But we're starting as soon as possible, so, today. I need to get going to take care of some other business, so it's up to you to put Calcharo in a good mood now." Quite the challenge he was giving but, to be fair, he doubted Calcharo wanted him anywhere near the Ghost Hounds headquarters considering he just delivered some 'bad news'. "I'll be in Desorock Highland in two days, so I'll take the opportunity to talk to General Jiyan then, maybe convince him to spar your boss." Jiyan didn't look like someone who enjoyed training in their free time, but maybe he could convince if he came up with a good reason. "I'll give you a proper update then or if anything interesting happens before that, so pay attention to your Terminal. Let me know if your boss starts looking restless, so I can go unionize with Encore and not let Aalto get much work done." It was getting late, and he had plenty of things that he needed to get done in record time, so he had to leave.

So he lifted a hand and ruffled the mercenary's hair once more before standing up. "I heard that General Jiyan likes Pecok flowers. How about feeding that bit of info to Mr. No Fun Allowed since he's probably thinking about the flowers the General received?" As for how Jianyu could mention that fact in a conversation without appearing suspicious... well, he's sure they'll come up with something good.

Go, Yuyu, go!

[sugoroo]

SHARING IS CARING!

ʚɞ summary: satoru agrees to share his girlfriend with kento for one night to help ease some of the stress he’s been under lately! but that doesn’t mean he’s going to make it easy for his co-worker.

warnings: fem!reader, voyeurism, cuck!satoru, oral (m receiving), breast play, penetration (p in v), fingering, pussydrunk nanami, squirting, praise kink, 18+ minors dni.

wc: 7.1k

despite how much satoru enjoys teasing his co-worker kento nanami, he can see how much stress the other man has been under lately. it’s clear from the heavy bags underneath his eyes, the way his back is almost permanently hunched in exhaustion.

the white-haired sorcerer spent an embarrassingly long amount of time in his office brainstorming different ideas to attempt to cheer nanami up. his usual go-to for anyone else would be to buy them some sweets, but he has a feeling that wouldn’t be too appreciated in this situation.

and then, after his phone buzzed with a newly received text from you: his pretty little girlfriend who was currently waiting for him at home — a lightbulb lit up in his head.

he could give you to nanami to cheer him up.

well, when he says ‘give’, of course he really means lending you to nanami. a one-time only gift (that must be returned after use) as it were.

and satoru will unarguably be present to observe the entire interaction too — he has to make sure nanami treats his sweet girl the way she deserves, after all. if the other man was to leave you unsatisfied, he would very possibly have to hollow purple him.

(and he also wouldn’t be completely opposed to watching his much-too-uptight co worker unravel before his eyes, either. but he’ll keep that part to himself.)

pleased with his newest idea, satoru practically skips along the halls on the way to nanami's office, a wide grin stretched across his lips and anticipation buzzing throughout his body.

"hellooo, nanamin!" he coos obnoxiously once he arrives outside his co-worker's office, craning his neck to peek his head around the doorway. "you in here?"

nanami audibly sighs at the sound of the white-haired man's voice, glancing up briefly from his desk with an unimpressed look pulling at his visibly exhausted features. "yes, gojo, i'm clearly in here. what is it you want this time?"

satoru holds up his hands in mock surrender, his grin never faltering as he steps fully inside the office. it's clear he's up to no good (even more so than usual), given the way he's practically vibrating on the spot with excitement.

"well?" the blonde man prompts impatiently, his eyes already cast back down to the various piles of paperwork splayed across his desk. he's evidently in no mood to deal with satoru's mischief.

"now now, don't rush me!" he huffs in response, his lower lip jutting out in an overdramatic pout despite knowing nanami isn't even looking in his direction right now. "this is a very... sensitive topic. so i'm gonna need you to pay suuuper close attention. got it?"

at this, nanami looks up from his papers, his annoyance slowly morphing into cautiousness. "sensitive how? this better not be about you wanting to know how many people i've bedded in the past, because i already told you that i will never dignify such a shameless question with an answer."

"what? no! it's not about that," satoru chuckles amusedly, before tapping the bottom of his chin with a slender finger in a theatrical display of thought. "....although, i really should find out the answer to that eventually."

nanami rolls his eyes all the way to the back of his head behind his goggles, bringing two fingers up to rub his temple. "i don't have time for this, gojo. whatever it is you came here to ask, will you just spit it out already?"

"alright, alriiight!" the white-haired sorcerer whines petulantly, sauntering further into the office and leaning his elbows against his co-worker's desk like he owns the place. "so, i've noticed you've been under a lot of stress lately—"

"which is none of your business, might i add." the other man deadpans bluntly, his lips set into their usual tight line as he regards satoru.

"sure. but, as your co-worker and friend, i've decided to make it my business," he retorts without missing a beat, waving a pale hand dismissively in nanami's direction as he continues speaking. "and i've come up with the perfect solution to cheer you up!"

nanami raises a blonde eyebrow at this, visibly still cautious but (hopefully) a little curious now. "oh, have you now?" he mutters tightly, attempting to hide the subtle interest hiding under his tone. but satoru notices, because of course he does.

"mhmm," satoru croons mischievously, his grin morphing into a little smirk as he leans further across the desk. "would you like to hear it, nanamin?"

the interest in his colleague's expression is gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by irritation yet again as he releases a deep sigh. "i'm not in the mood for your games, gojo. are you going to tell me or not?"

"ugh, fine," the white-haired man groans dramatically, rolling his eyes behind his blindfold. "can't blame a guy for trying to build up a little suspense."

satoru rifles around in his pocket for a few moments before pulling out his phone, instantly thrusting the device directly into nanami's face with absolutely no context.

"what—" nanami begins, his words quickly trailing off into an unintelligible sound of some description once he catches sight of the picture being displayed on his colleague's lock screen. "oh."

"like what you seee?" he coos obnoxiously from behind the phone, tilting his head to the side in an attempt to get a better view of the other man's reaction. "just kidding - i know you do."

"this... is that your girlfriend?" the blonde man croaks out, suddenly feeling uncharacteristically flustered. "and why is that your lockscreen, for the love of god?"

satoru just shrugs nonchalantly, jerking the phone back towards himself and taking a moment to admire the photo of you. it's your pretty body, completely bare on his bed, perky breasts on full display and smooth legs spread wide to reveal your abused pussy which was just oozing with ropes of his goopy cum.

"yes, it's my girlfriend," he hums proudly, shoving the device back into his pocket before fixing nanami with another wide grin. "and why not? it's not like anyone else sees it except me. until now, obviously."

"right," the other man breathes out, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows thickly in a poor attempt to try and compose himself. "and, pray tell, why did you feel the need to show me that?"

satoru huffs dramatically, as if having to actually explain the proposition he's come up with is taking a serious toll on him. "come onn, nanamin. use that brilliant brain of yours! i say i have a way to relieve some of your stress, and then i show you that picture..."

nanami visibly tenses as the realization of what his colleague is suggesting washes over him, his eyes narrowing into cautious slits. but he doesn't want to get ahead of himself, just in case he misinterpreted his words, so he settles for saying — "is this another one of those highly unamusing pranks of yours, gojo?"

the white-haired man rolls his eyes yet again, leaning even closer over the desk and tilting his head to the side in a playful manner. "you really think i'd show you a naked picture of my girl if this was just a prank?"

as much as it irks nanami to admit, even to himself, his co-worker does has a point there.

"touché." he grumbles under his breath, trying his best to keep up his uninterested façade despite how obviously affected he is by seeing that picture of you; needless to say, he thinks satoru is a very lucky man.

"that's all you're gonna say? touché?" satoru repeats incredulously, throwing his hands up in the air theatrically. "no 'yes please, gojo, i'd love to get me some of that'?"

"first of all, i would never say it so crudely," the blonde man retorts with his nose wrinkled in not-so-subtle disgust, shaking his had faintly. "and second of all, i'm not the sort of man who takes what doesn't belong to him."

satoru snorts out a loud laugh at this. "ugh, drop the serious act for a minute, nanamin! it's not like you're stealing her away from me or anything. i'm just offering some... one-time only stress relief, that's all."

"whatever you say, gojo," he mutters dismissively, waving a hand in his direction before rubbing his temple yet again. "even if i was to consider such a proposition, have you asked your girlfriend if she would be willing to participate?"

"yeah, sooo, about that..." satoru responds in an elongated hum, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his neck somewhat sheepishly.

"satoru—"

"wait, wait! just let me explain," the white-haired man squeaks hurriedly, waving around his hands theatrically. the rare use of his first name from his colleague clearly shows just how annoyed he is at this point. "i was so excited when i came up with the idea that i kinda-maybe-definitely forgot to ask her."

"why am i not surprised?" nanami huffs bluntly, clearly losing whatever interest he may have begrudgingly gained when he saw the photo.

but just before he can return to his work, satoru quickly speaks up again. "hey, wait just a minute! she's my girl, and i know my girl. she'll say yes."

nanami pauses for a few moments, silently cursing the way he's actually considering this insane proposition. but there's two facts he can't deny — one: he has been under a lot of stress lately, and he wouldn't exactly mind releasing it. and two: satoru's girlfriend is incredibly attractive.

much to his chagrin, he doesn't have a good reason to say no.

"...alright."

and that's how kento nanami finds himself standing outside your and satoru's apartment a week later, his fist hovering just above the door as he attempts to process what's awaiting him on the other side.

he can't quite believe he's actually going to 'release his stress' by using satoru's pretty little girlfriend who he's never even met before today. but he knows that not going through with it isn't an option — especially when he'll have to endure his colleague's relentless teasing afterwards.

so he knocks.

and it's you who opens the door, dressed in nothing but one of satoru's old shirts that is definitely much too long for you, the baggy fabric practically swallowing you whole as you stand before nanami.

"oh!" you gasp in realization as you look up at him, a small smile spreading across your lips as you kindly extend a hand to the man in front of you. "you must be kento! toru's told me a lot about you."

nanami, much to his own embarrassment, takes a few long moments to recover from the sight of you. somehow, you're even more beautiful in person than you were in that photo on his co-worker's lockscreen (despite being much more... clothed now.)

"ahem. yes, that's me," he murmurs after swallowing roughly, taking your hand in his own to give it a quick shake. he tries not to let his eyes linger too long on the size difference between them; how your hand practically disappears beneath his. "all good things, i hope?"

"oh, of course." you chuckle softly, stepping to the side and opening the door a little wider in a silent initiation for him to come inside. this is it — his last chance to just blow this whole thing off and drive home.

but he doesn't take that chance.

instead, he shuffles inside with a polite smile in your direction, pulling his other hand from behind his back to reveal a bouquet of flowers he'd bought on the way over here; he wasn't exactly sure what was an appropriate gift for someone else's girlfriend who was going to let him have sex with her, so he settled for some simple roses.

you close the door behind the two of you, your eyes widening when they fall on the flowers. how very... gentlemanly. you hadn't expected him to bring any type of present tonight — from what you'd gathered from satoru, this was going to be a very transactional exchange.

"sorry... is this too forward?" nanami mutters a little awkwardly, toying with the petal of one of the roses. "if you don't want them, i can go put them back in my—"

"no, no! they're beautiful," you say quickly, grasping the bouquet from him with a warm smile stretching across your lips. "it's really sweet of you. i just wasn't expecting it, that's all."

the blonde man seems to relax slightly at this, his tensed shoulders slowly deflating and a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. it's clear he's never done anything like this before; but then again, neither have you.

but when satoru had come to you with the idea of helping out his thoroughly overworked colleague and friend, who also happened to be quite handsome (in your boyfriend's words), you couldn't help but agree.

and satoru definitely underestimated kento's appearance with that measly description. he's more than quite handsome — he's gorgeous, with those well-kempt blonde locks and that ridiculously sharp jawline that could probably cut glass.

...let's just say you're not having any last minute regrets about agreeing to this.

"so, how about you go and make yourself comfortable in the living room while i put these in some water?" you suggest kindly, gesturing to doorway on the left as you head in the direction of the kitchen with the bouquet in your hands.

nanami nods in agreement, ducking his head to fit underneath the doorframe as he saunters into the living room of your apartment. it's cozy and small, with little trinkets that just scream satoru gojo scattered around the area.

of course that man has to make even his living room as chaotic as he is.

he plops down onto the couch, his still somewhat tense body sinking into the comfortable material. he feels more relaxed already than he has in months — it must be something to do with the warm atmosphere in your home (or the promise of what's to come.)

his respite doesn't last for long, however, because satoru comes bounding down the stairs, his blindfold askew and his grin wide when he notices nanami sitting there in his living room. "heyyy, nanamin! you're actually here! i figured you'd chicken out last minute, honestly."

the blonde man rolls his eyes behind his goggles, shooting his colleague a thoroughly unimpressed look in response to his statement; as if he hadn't just been considering 'chickening out', as gojo put it, moments ago outside the front door.

but he doesn't have to know that.

"well, i didn't." he settles for sighing bluntly, raising a neatly trimmed eyebrow when satoru drapes himself across the couch next to him like an oversized cat, practically taking up every inch of spare space.

"what's that look for?" satoru snickers obnoxiously, slinging his lanky legs over nanami's lap as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "this is my house you're in right now, remember? i can do what i want."

before nanami can even think of replying, you start padding into the room, shooting your boyfriend what can only be described as a disapproving look. "toru, stop harassing our guest."

the white-haired man lets out a petulant whine in response, grasping your hips as soon as you draw close enough and pulling you down onto his lap. he buries his face in your neck, grumbling. "i'm not harassing him, baby! it's just our usual banter. riiight, nanamin?"

"right." he chuckles lightly, exchanging an amused glance with you over satoru's head at the other man's antics. he's more like a young, whiny child than a full grown adult; especially when he acts like this.

"hey, stop smiling at him!" satoru huffs overdramatically in protest, looking up at you from your neck with one of his bright blue eyes peeking out from under his blindfold. "you're supposed to be on my side, pretty girl."

"i am on your side, silly," you say with fond exasperation, bringing a hand up to ruffle his messy white locks affectionately. "are you seriously mad at me for getting along with your friend?"

"no, i guess not." he grumbles in response, nuzzling his face back into your skin like a beloved pet would do to its owner.

nanami can't help but find it fascinating how the strongest sorcerer and most popular teacher at jujutsu tech seems to completely melt in your presence — there must be something really special about you, and he feels honoured to be allowed to have you for himself; even if only for one night.

"so— uh, how does this... work?" the blonde man asks curiously after clearing his throat, looking between you and the manchild snuggling you in his lap with a carefully questioning gaze.

satoru giggles at this, turning his head to give nanami an obnoxiously teasing wink. "how does me letting you hit this..." he drawls playfully, his hand traveling down from your hip to lightly squeeze your ass. "...work, nanamin?"

nanami almost chokes on his own salvia in response to his colleague's blunt wording, but somehow he manages to compose himself (just). "...yes, i suppose. if you insist on being so lewd about it."

you let out a small chuckle at this, swatting your boyfriend's hand away from your ass and giving him a chiding look, to which he just shrugs innocently.

"i think it should be up to you, kento," you hum thoughtfully, resting your chin on satoru's head and peering over at the blonde man with an encouraging smile. "how would you like this to work?"

"ah, well..." nanami begins, finding his brain seems to have short-circuited at your suggestion. he gets to choose how he has you? jesus, how is even supposed to form a single coherent sentence with you smiling at him like that?

"oh, come onn, nanamin!" satoru whines, raising one of his legs from the other man's lap to kick at his chest with one of his socked feet. "want me to give you some ideas? hmm... how about you start with her perfect little mouth? it works wonders, y'know!"

nanami lets a choked sound escape from somewhere in the back of his throat at this, his wide eyes shooting to you for any signs of hesitance. but he finds none, no — you're still smiling at him in such a friendly way, as if your boyfriend isn't signing you up to suck another man off right in front of him.

"is that— can i... are you sure?" he stammers awkwardly, suddenly feeling like an inexperienced teenager rather than a fully grown man.

"it's fine with me," you say sweetly, each word so thick and honeyed, making nanami's head start to go a little hazy. he can already feel his trousers starting to grow uncomfortably tight just from the direction this conversation is going in. "would you like that, kento?"

"would i—" nanami swallows thickly, stopping his words before they can come out sounding too eager. "yes... yes, i believe i would."

satoru grins widely at his co-worker's admission, effortlessly lifting you up from his lap and placing you on the floor in front of the couch. you crawl the rest of the way across the carpet, coming to perch between nanami's manspread legs.

the blonde man audibly gulps when you bring your hands up to his thighs, shifting just a little on the chair to try and hide how much his body is reacting to your proximity.

"phewww... look at him, baby," satoru whistles amusedly with a mischievous smirk as he watches the interaction, obnoxiously pointing to the growing tent in nanami's slacks. "so worked up already."

you tut lightly, shooting another disapproving look in your boyfriend's direction. "stop teasing him, toru. he's probably just touch-starved."

"something you wouldn't understand, gojo," nanami pushes out through gritted teeth, trying his best to keep up his usual collected demeanour even when he feels your fingers graze over his bulge. "not when you have such a sweet little thing waiting for you at home everyday."

"hm. now that is true," the white-haired man hums in agreement, reaching over nanami's lap to give your hair a gentle, loving stroke. "my girl always knows how to keep me satisfied."

you smile warmly up at satoru, leaning your head into his touch slightly while your hand squeezes around his colleague's clothed erection — and, shit. you can tell just how big he is even through these tight trousers.

you've really got your work cut out for you here.

satoru is quick to help you out, grasping a cushion from the couch and leaning down to slide it underneath your knees to make the position more comfortable for you. ugh, your boyfriend is just so considerate— but tonight isn't about him. focus!

with better support on the floor, you reach up to pop open the button on the front of nanami's slacks, looking up at him through your lashes; and, god, he looks absolutely wrecked already. his cheeks are flushed a light shade of pink, and his goggle-clad eyes are staring anywhere but you.

despite how stoic he always was in satoru's descriptions of him, right now... kento nanami looks utterly adorable.

unzipping his fly, the only barrier between you and his monster of an aching cock is his expensive-looking boxers. and while at this point with satoru you'd usually do a little teasing, you figure with nanami, it's better to cut straight to the chase.

he clearly needs it.

so you dip your nails under the waistband of his underwear, carefully tugging it down to reveal your boyfriend's colleague in all of his touch-starved glory; cock just giant as it slaps against his clothed abdomen, all veiny and curved as the reddened tip leaks onto the couch.

"woww, nanamin!" satoru croons obnoxiously, fanning himself with his hand as if he's a prim and proper lady about to collapse from shock. "how big you are."

"do you really have to be here for this?" the blonde man retorts, shooting a glare so deadly in his friend's direction that if looks could kill... your boyfriend definitely would be six feet under.

"oh, absolutely," he drawls back without missing a beat, smirking smugly as he crosses his legs against nanami's lap, as if watching his girlfriend prepare to give his co-worker a blowjob is the most normal situation possible. "i'll be here the whooole time. better get used to it."

rolling your eyes at satoru's relentless teasing, you opt to distract nanami from the white-haired sorcerer's interjections by wrapping a hand around his bare length (let it be noted that you definitely cannot fit his entire girthy base in your grip.)

nanami lets out a raspy, broken groan at the contact, squeezing his eyes tightly shut as he tries to keep himself together. but the way his cock visibly jumps under your touch doesn't go unnoticed by you or satoru.

"relax for me, kento," you coo sweetly, giving him a light squeeze to make sure he's paying attention to your words. "gonna make you feel good, yeah?"

he can only release a few incoherent mumbles in response, his head falling back against the couch when you start to languidly stroke him, moving your hand from tip to base with well-practised movements.

"fuck, that's so hot," satoru groans as he shifts a little closer to get a better view of you working his uptight colleague with your fist, his own sweatpants starting to visibly tent too. "keep going, pretty girl."

you smile again at the praise, your thighs rubbing together subtly underneath satoru's baggy shirt. but he notices it, because of course he does, he knows your body's reactions like the back of his hand. "see that, nanamin? she loves it when you praise her. i hope you're taking mental notes right now."

nanami can only watch in awe as you lean down to press your soft lips to the leaking tip of his cock, his brain completely scrambled already from only a few touches. jesus, he can't believe he almost didn't agree to take part in this; he’s silently thanking his past self for having the confidence to go through with it right now.

"that's... you're doing good— so good." he pushes out, the words more of a garbled mess than anything as his toned hips involuntarily buck lightly into your hand, in search of more and more friction.

a small, satisfied hum spills from your lips at the praise, your tongue instinctively flicking out to lap at the pearlescent rivulets of pre-cum just streaming from his pudgy tip.

it’s not as sweet as satoru’s — it has a bit more of a salty tang. but it’s not exactly unpleasant either, and you find yourself digging the tip of your tongue into his slit to gather more of the interesting new flavour.

"ah!" nanami gasps loudly, the sound escaping from him without permission. his eyes fly open to fall squarely on you as you start suckling on his tip, finding himself being rendered completely speechless at the way you’re making him feel already — and you’ve only just started.

he’s in for a long night.

“yeahh, she’s good, isn’t she?” satoru croons proudly from beside him, reminding nanami of his presence yet again. but he can’t bring himself to be too mad at his colleague when he’s giving him access to his perfect girlfriend with such a sweet mouth.

“mhm,” the blonde man grunts out, his head rolling to the side slightly. he quickly shuts his eyes, not wanting to catch sight of satoru while he’s receiving such intense pleasure; the last thing he wants is to ruin his upcoming orgasm. “you’re a lu— ah, a lucky man.”

“oh, i know i am,” satoru hums smugly, his hand still resting on your hair giving you a gentle push in a silent encouragement to move your head forward. “come on, baby. i know you can take more of him than that.”

with the help of your boyfriend’s guiding hand, you find yourself sinking more of nanami’s thick cock into your mouth, inch by girthy inch until your nose bumps against the small patch of trimmed blonde hair at the bottom of his abdomen.

“oh, fuuuck…” nanami groans roughly, gripping the fabric of the couch so hard his knuckles are whitening as he tries to hold himself back from just fucking into your mouth like a feral animal.

“it’s okay if you want be rough, nanamin,” the white-haired sorcerer murmurs against the shell of his ear, as if directly reading his thoughts. “she doesn’t mind. she’s your stress relief, remember?”

like the gentleman he is, nanami makes sure to make eye contact with you to check for any signs of hesitance first. but when he doesn’t find any; he just can’t hold himself back from thrusting his hips up into the wet cavern of your mouth.

you try your absolute best to kneel there and take it, but you simply can’t help the way you choke around his sheer length when his tip hits the back of your throat with a lewd thwack!, causing both he and satoru to moan in response.

“yeahhh, you look so pretty choking on nanamin’s cock, babygirl.” satoru groans proudly, trailing his spare hand down to leisurely palm the bulge in his own pants as he observes the scene before him.

your boyfriend’s praise makes you audibly mewl around the blonde man’s cock, the vibrations around his shaft making nanami slap satoru’s hand out of your hair to grab it himself, keeping you in place as he continues rutting into your mouth with reckless abandon.

“just like that, just like that.” nanami chants over and over like a mantra, starting to completely forget about any and all stress he has as he loses himself to the overwhelming pleasure you’re giving him.

“you’re close, aren’t you?” satoru chimes in with a satisfied smirk stretching across his lips as he leans in unnecessarily close to nanami’s ear to whisper. “don’t worry about pulling out, she’ll swallow it all.”

his colleague’s lewd words practically send nanami hurtling over the edge, his grip on your hair tightening to a borderline painful degree as he spills rope after rope of hot, thick cum straight down your throat.

it takes a few deep gulps for you to swallow everything nanami gave you, but there’s just so much of it that a few stray drops spill from the edges of your lips and onto the carpet. shit — you’ll have to clean that up later.

“thaat’s it. such a good girl,” satoru purrs warmly, his eyes alight with affection as he reaches down to stroke your cheek with his thumb, enjoying the dazed expression across your pretty features. “i think you broke nanamin, though.”

looking up at nanami, you can instantly see the visual evidence of what your boyfriend means by you breaking nanami.

the blonde man looks completely debauched — chest rapidly rising and falling as he pants harshly in an attempt to come down from the intensity of his orgasm and eyes squeezed shut so tightly it would appear that he's in some sort of pain if you didn't know better.

"you alright there, kento?" you ask half-teasingly, tapping his thigh gently to try and gain his attention. (it doesn't work; he's clearly out of it.)

satoru is grinning like a madman beside him on the couch, clearly more than pleased with how well his girlfriend is doing unravelling his uptight co-worker so far. "aww, what a shame! he's chickening out before he can even get a feel of your tight little pussy."

you huff, lean up to swat at the white-haired sorcerer's arm in an attempt to get him to shut up, which only causes him to scoop you up in his arms again and place a big wet kiss on your lips in retaliation, seemingly uncaring of the lingering tase of nanami on them.

giggling, you attempt to wriggle out of his grip, which accidentally causes your ass to brush against nanami's still half-hard cock as a result; and that seems to snap him right out of his reverie.

nanami's entire body jolts to attention, a low groan leaving his lips as he glances down at where you're unintentionally pressed against him. and, god, if your mouth made him cum that hard that he forgot where he was for a few moments, just how much better must your pussy be?

"finally back with us, hmm?" satoru drawls playfully, reaching around you to punch his colleague's shoulder a little harder than necessary, causing the blonde man to scowl in response.

"quiet, gojo." he mutters under his breath, unable to tear his eyes away from the slip of your panties he can just about see from underneath the hem of your baggy shirt.

oh, what he'd give for just one little taste right now...

"don't even think about it," satoru cuts in, snapping him from his thoughts. oh dear, did he say that out loud? he really does need to get control of himself. "if you taste her you'll get addicted, and we can't have that."

nanami can't help but feel slightly disappointed at this — he's always been the type to return the favour, and not being able to do the same for you makes a subtle frown tug at his lips.

but he knows that he has no right to ask for anything more than what he's being offered, seeing as you're not his. (and it's not like he can complain if he gets to be inside that pretty pussy that's been on his mind since satoru showed him his lockscreen last week.)

"are you just gonna sit there, nanamin?" satoru chuckles in teasing disapproval, shaking his head and lifting up the hem of your (his) baggy shirt to reveal the considerable wet spot painting the crotch of your panties. "or are you gonna hurry up and take care of my girl? you knoow, it's bad manners to leave a lady waiting while she's this needy."

"ahem. my apologies, darling," nanami mutters hoarsely, using every ounce of self-control he has left to forcefully tear his eyes away from your underwear and meet your eyes. he gestures to his lap, giving you the strongest smile he can muster right now. "would you like to take a seat?"

"still so well-mannered." you giggle lightly, although you oblige without question, crawling away from satoru to perch yourself upon nanami's wide thighs. he instinctively reaches out to grasp your hips with two large hands, keeping you steady.

"so... can i—?" nanami mutters quietly to satoru, as if sharing a well-kept secret, and not as if he's asking for permission to touch another man's girlfriend's cunt. jesus, is he out of his comfort zone right now.

"can you touch her? yes, yes, of course," the white-haired sorcerer replies quickly with a dismissive wave of his hand, as if eager to get this underway already so he can sit back and enjoy the show. "oh, and you have to make her cum on your fingers atleast once before you can fuck her. house rules."

nanami isn't complaining about this rule.

he owes you an orgasm anyway, but when he slides your soiled panties to the side and gets an eyeful of your pretty pussy, he feels as if it would be a crime not to put his fingers inside of you.

ever the gentleman, nanami looks up at you from behind his lopsided goggles one more time to check for any signs of hesitation, and when he still doesn't find any, he slowly dips two thick fingers between your folds, caressing your slick flesh.

you release a small sigh at the touch, your eyelids fluttering as a wave of pleasure washes over you. he's careful and gentle with his ministrations; since he obviously isn't familiar with what you like.

but you can tell he's the type to be a quick learner.

it isn't long before nanami has you squirming and whining on his lap, the two fingers he eased inside of your dripping entrance scissoring and exploring your sloppy hole, spreading you open bit by bit.

"mmm, you like that, pretty girl?" satoru asks raspily from behind you, lazily palming his clothed erection again as he observes your reactions to his colleague's touch. "is he making you feel good?"

"y-yeahhh." is all you can get out in your daze, your back arching forwards in an unconscious action when nanami's thumb finds your swollen clit, lightly pressing the rough pad of it down on the puffy bud.

satoru leans back in so his chin is almost resting on nanami's shoulder, his warm, laboured breaths caressing the lobe of the other man's ear. "her favourite thing is when you rub lil' circles on her clit." he whispers, voice low and teasing.

against his will, a shiver ripples down nanami's spine in response to satoru's words, and he finds himself following them like they were a command, his thumb sloppily circling your pretty clit and emitting a soft gasp from your parted lips.

"c-close, kento." you mutter breathlessly, your hips beginning to grind down onto his fingers in search of more friction. satoru is quick to assist, abandoning palming himself and wrapping his an arm around your waist to help you bounce on the other man's digits more smoothly.

"thank you, thank you!" you cry out to your boyfriend, turning your head to meet his lips in an uncoordinated, messy kiss inches from nanami's face. the blonde man finds his fingers unconsciously speeding up as he observes the interaction, fucking you on them hard and fast.

within moments, you're coming undone.

a soundless cry falls from your lips as your body falls limp between the two men, your cunt clenching and unclenching around nanami's fingers in search of something to milk.

"god. she looks even more beautiful when she cums... i-i need to feel her. can i feel her, satoru?" comes nanami's broken voice from somewhere nearby, your blissed out state making your vision swim and your hearing fuzzy.

"woow. called me by my first name and everything!" that's satoru, obviously. he sounds overwhelmingly smug. "if i knew my girlfriend would get you this pussydrunk, i'd have let you have a turn with her ages ago."

their bickering becomes background noise as you bathe in the afterglow of your orgasm, but you vaguely register your baggy shirt being removed and your body being repositioned so you're splayed across the couch on your back.

"darling? do you need a moment or can i..." it's nanami's voice again. you manage to blink one eye open to find him hunched over you, burly arms either side of your head and his blonde tresses sticking to his forehead with sweat. casting your vision down, you can see his cock, flushed and angry with precum dripping from the tip once again, hovering just above your entrance.

"please." you mewl, the word slurred from lingering pleasure as you weakly grind your hips up into his erection, causing him to release a groan from deep in his throat.

"go ahead. give my girl what she wants," satoru grunts from somewhere behind nanami, the slick sounds filling the air indicating that he's finally released his cock from the confines of his sweatpants and started jerking himself off. "and you better give it to her good."

"i will," nanami mutters as he slowly but surely, pushes his monster of a cock past that first tight ring of muscle that is your entrance. "f-fuck— i will."

"i think that's the — ah — first time i've ever head you curse, nanamin." the white-haired man remarks playfully, his hips bucking up into his closed fist as he watches his colleague prepare to fuck his girlfriend. damn, this is even hotter than he expected.

"don't get used to it." he grunts in response, his arms visibly shaking above you as he tries to hold himself back from just slamming all the way into you. but no, he's still a gentleman; even now. he'll start slowly, atleast.

it takes a few long moments for nanami to push all of his ridiculously thick inches into you, and when he finally bottoms out, his heavy balls flush against your ass, both of you moan. he's stretching you out so good, just as much (if not more so) than satoru does.

the blonde man, to his credit, does manage to give you a while to adjust to the new intrusion filling you up, but it isn't long before he snaps, the animalistic side of him coming out as he begins rutting his hips into you like it's his last day on earth.

"a-ah! fuck, kento!" you cry breathlessly, your legs quickly locking around his waist for some type of support as he continues to use you like his own person cocksleeve, the couch rocking back and forth with the suddenly ruthless movements.

"uh huhh," satoru croons as he works his own cock faster, his blindfold discarded somewhere nearby so he can get the clearest view of nanami pounding his girlfriend into the couch. "use her to get rid of all that pesky stress."

"sorry, sweetheart — shit, sorry," nanami pants above you, his body seemingly having a mind of its own as he continues to drive his cock in and out of you, barely giving you a moment to breathe in between the rough thrusts. "can't stop."

you'd tell him it was okay, that it feels good, but right now you can't form a single coherent thought. you're completely and utterly cockdrunk, and there isn't even a doubt about it.

"hey — mmm — she really likes it when you play with her tits while you're fuckin' her." satoru adds helpfully, causing nanami to growl out something akin to thanks in response.

suddenly, a large hand is palming one of your bouncing breasts, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh and making you clench tightly around the cock inside of you.

nanami curses yet again under his breath, his eyes visibly rolling back in his head behind the fogged up lenses of his goggles. "so tight, darling. practically squeezing around me like a v-vice."

at his words, a broken moan gets ripped from your throat, your ankles digging into the muscles of his lower back in an attempt to pull him in even deeper. all you seem to be able to say is "more, more, more."

"that— ngh, that means she's close," satoru gasps out, his cock twitching beneath his fist as he continues to jerk himself off like there's no tomorrow. "rub... rub her clit like y'did earlier again."

instantly complying to the other man's command, two of nanami's thick fingers find your puffy little bud again, rubbing uncoordinated circles as he continues to pound into you like an animal in heat. jesus, he can't even remember what he was stressed about anymore.

"o-oh, shit!" you almost scream, the stimulation on your sensitive bud and the repeated slams of nanami's pudgy cockhead against your g spot driving you half-insane with pleasure. you can feel an all-too-familiar coil start to spool in the depths of your stomach, threatening to unravel at any given moment.

"yeah, that's it, baby," satoru praises breathlessly, his own orgasm approaching as he continues grinding into his fist like a desperate virgin. "cum all over nanamin's cock for me."

the dual sensations of your boyfriend's words and the thrusting of nanami's sinful hips has you spiralling uncontrollably over the edge, your second high of the night somehow even more intense than the first. you barely even have time to register the liquid just spraying from your cunt and soaking nanami's heavy balls where they're slapping against your ass with a lewd thwack! each time.

"god, so perfect, can't last—" nanami rambles in a very pussydrunk manner, his movements suddenly growing considerably more uncoordinated and sloppy as he struggles to find the strength to hold himself up. "gojo, where can i...?"

"not inside," satoru responds firmly, his voice the most coherent it's been since he started jerking himself off. it's clear there's no room for argument on this one. "that's for me only."

nodding shakily, nanami manages to pull his throbbing cock out just in a nick of time, rope after rope of his goopy cum splattering across the supple skin of your stomach, the stream going on for so long it seems like it'll never stop.

somewhere behind the blonde man, a low, raspy groan is the tell-tale sign that satoru has just finished too, probably coating his own hand with his sticky release.

it's silent for a few blissful moments, all three of you just basking in the afterglow of your respective orgasms. but of course, satoru gojo is a man who can never stay quite for long, so he says—

"hey, maybe we should do a threesome next time."

"next time?" nanami chokes out weakly, barely managing to lift his head up to glance over at this colleague with two raised eyebrows.

"yeah, next time," satoru shrugs nonchalantly, as if the proposal was nothing short of normal. "i know i said i'd only let you do this once, but... sharing is caring, right?"

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max verstappen being the perfect boyfriend: a compilation

summary: max verstappen can’t help but talk about his girlfriend whenever he cans, fans make compilation videos about it

folkie radio: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAXIEEE, it's been a minute since the last time i did a compilation blurb and this felt like the perfect occasion to bring them back, i hope you like this!

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

Max Verstappen, three time world champion and the best driver of his generation is known for his incredible driving skills and relentless pursuit of victory on the track.

However, behind the wheel, Max has another passion that rivals his love for racing: his girlfriend.

In every interview, press conference, and social media post, Max can't help but gush about her, seamlessly sharing stories of their life together into conversations about lap times and race strategies.

Fans quickly began doing compilation videos about all the times he mentioned his girlfriend publicly, and those gathered millions of views across social media platforms.

The most popular one was called "Max Verstappen being the perfect boyfriend: a compilation," and it began with a video of Max arriving to the paddock for media day, Red Bull's social media team filming him while he answered some rapid fire questions.

"Waffles or Pancakes? You know I used to love pancakes but I think I've had too many because my girlfriend is obsessed with making them," he said as he signed some stuff, "So I would go for Waffles at the moment, but if my girlfriend is watching this I'd say I take her pancakes every day."

The next clip was from a post qualifying interview, and of course, Max earned the pole position, the interviewer had asked him what was expecting for the race the following day.

"To win of course, that's what I'm here for," he said with so hesitation, "But I'm also looking forward to it because my girlfriend will be here, it's the first race she attends this season and I can't wait to see her in the crowd while I take on the podium."

The video moved to show Max with his teammate Sergio Perez, they were playing a game of Green Flag or Red Flag, they were asked about people who film themselves at the gym and Max immediately waved the red flag.

"I actually don't go to the gym anymore," Max added, "I get annoyed by everyone else so I just exercise at home."

"So no topless selfies, not even at home," the interviewer said.

"I don't need to impress anyone, I've got my girlfriend, so," Max shrugged.

The next clip was taken from Max's own Youtube channel, he was showing some of his preparation routine for a race, that included some neck training, checking statistics, quick meetings with his team and engineers among other things.

And of course, his girlfriend made an appearance, standing in a corner watching everything unfold. He approached her, race suit on and helmet in hand, kissed her lips gently as she caressed his arm.

"Be safe out there okay?" her voice could be faintly heard.

"Always schatje, I love you."

In the next segment, Max had just earned his second world championship and was doing a casual interview for a sports channel.

"Do you have your girlfriend now call you 'Two time world champion Max Verstappen' or just Max,"

"Definitely not the first one," Max laughed, "She'd never do that, she says she likes to keep me humble."

"Your girlfriend has a pet name for you?" the guy asked again.

"We call each other a bit different but I prefer not to say that on camera," Max laughed again, "I don't want the internet to make fun of me for being cheesy."

The next clip was from Max's streamings, he was too immersed in a game that he didn't hear his girlfriend come into the room, noticing her presence when she leaned into him.

Out of habit of keeping their privacy, he covered the camera but forgot to turn his mic off.

"Schatje I'm streaming," he said, unaware that everyone could hear him.

"Oh I'm sorry, I was going to ask if you could feed the cats but I'll do it myself," his girlfriend spoke.

"No I'll do it, just let me get off the stream,"

"Baby, there's no need," she insisted.

"I was missing you anyways, just give me a minute."

His audience couldn't see anything but they clearly heard how Max kissed his girlfriend's lips, turning his attention back to the screen, he realized that he was broadcasting their conversation to everyone.

His viewers went wild in the chat, spamming heart emojis and comments about how sweet the couple was. Max ended the stream with a laugh, addressing his fans. "Alright, you heard the boss. I gotta go feed the cats. See you all next time."

On the same note, another clip from a video for RedBull with Checo was included, they had been asked to show the most recent picture in their phones.

"Oh it's from this morning, my girlfriend with the kids," Max said, showing the picture to the camera.

"The kids?" Checo asked with a laugh.

"The cats are our kids," Max shrugged, "Jimmy and Sassy Verstappen."

A particularly touching moment was from a press conference after a difficult race. Max had finished fifth, a rare position for him given his usual dominance. When asked how he dealt with setbacks, he gave a candid response.

"It can be tough, but my girlfriend always knows how to lift my spirits. She's my biggest supporter and always finds the right words to say. Just being with her makes everything better, no matter how bad the race went."

During a clip of Max giving a tour of the Red Bull factory, he stopped at a wall covered in race-winning memorabilia. Among the trophies and champagne bottles, there was a small, framed photograph.

"This is special to me," Max pointed it out, "It's from my first win with Red Bull. But look closer..."

The camera zoomed in to show a young woman in the background of the photo, cheering in the pit lane.

"That's my girlfriend," Max said softly. "She was there for my first win, and she's been there for every one since - even if she can't always be at the track. The team knew how much that meant to me, so they made sure she was in this photo when they framed it."

In the next segment, Max was asked about his favorite off-track activity.

"I love cooking," Max grinned, "Well, more like watching my girlfriend cook. She's amazing in the kitchen, and I'm just there to taste-test everything."

The compilation included a moment during a press conference, Max addressed a question about his girlfriend facing criticism online. The question arose after she received negative comments following a public appearance with him.

"Look, it's tough sometimes," Max began, his expression turning serious. "She didn't choose this life, but she supports me through everything. It's not fair for her to get hate just because of who she's dating. If you have a problem with me that's fine but don't go after my family or my girlfriend because that is just unacceptable."

The final clip that wrapped the video us was from the FIA Prize Giving ceremony, Max received his trophy for winning the 2023 championship.

In his acceptance speech, he thanked his team, his family, and, of course, his girlfriend.

"Winning races and championships is amazing, but having someone by your side who believes in you and supports you unconditionally is truly special. To my girlfriend, thank you for being my rock and my biggest cheerleader. I love you."

The screen faded to black, showing a text that read: Max Verstappen, three time world champion and the perfect boyfriend.