#but it’s so so so hard to do in the heat of the moment

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Movie Night

Summary: in which alien!reader asks Gojo to teach her a little something Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: smut, not proofread

Day 7

“What’s wrong, E?”

All fresh from a shower, you and Satoru are sitting in the sofa, watching a movie. He’s finally bought you your own clothes and you’re dressed in a warm jumper and cosy pants. Satoru won’t lie; he’s grieving the pleasure of seeing you drown in his clothes. But you were ecstatic at the sight of the space themed pjs and so he was left with nothing to do but he happy. 

Wrapped under a thick blanket, you’re huddled by his side, clutching his shirt. As with every movie, every night, you ask questions, and he answers as best as he can. He’s insanely grateful that you can understand him when he explains things like what a car is (a moving vehicle) or who Gordon Ramsey is (a famous chef known for being very wrinkly and very angry). It seems that your biggest issue, however, is stringing a full sentence together. 

You’ve been getting much better, accelerating at a rate no human could manage. It’s both impressive and terrifying. 

Right now, you’re tilting your head at a particular scene. Satoru forgot the plot of the money and he really regrets not keeping an eye out for the age rating, because on the screen plays a steamy, kiss scene. 

In fact, ‘kiss’ isn’t even the right word; they’re making out. 

How you both managed to last a week of doing nothing but watch movies without coming across a kiss scene he’ll never know. But the moment’s finally arrived and he is not any more prepared than he was on the first night.

He winces at the sound lips smacking against each other, a blush on his cheeks. A kiss is nothing -- he’s done far more than that, and multiple times. But, for some reason, he’s feeling a little shy. It might have something to do with the fact that you’re staring up at him with your big, curious eyes. 

“What they doing?” You ask. 

Satoru gulps. He’s become painfully aware of how close you are — his arm is trapped between your breasts, just a thin layer separating him from your soft flesh, and, under the blanket, your leg is strung ever so slightly on his thigh. He can smell his shampoo emanating from you with something sweet coursing just under that masculine scent. 

Chuckling uncomfortably, he explains, “They’re kissing.”

“Why?”

He has half a mind to turn the TV off and declare an earlier bedtime, but you look so innocent he feels bad that he was thinking of something indecent. He’s your friend. He can’t prey on you and take advantage of your reliance on him. Plus, how would a kiss between two people from different intergalactic species even work?

Would it be the same? Or does it lead to pregnancy straight away? What if you lay eggs in his mouth? What if he lays eggs in your mouth?

Composing himself, he searches for the right words. “It’s something people do to express their love for each other, I guess. Well, not all the time, actually. Sometimes it’s just for pleasure.”

“Pleasure?”

Why, oh, why did you have to focus on that one word? 

And why on everything that is good in this world is this scene so long?

“It means to feel good.”

The hand clutching his shirt flattens out until it’s feeling the hard planes of his chest and absorbing the vibrations of his heartbeat. You drum your fingers at the same pace, smiling softly. The heat of your hand, of your entire body, is setting his skin alight. Suddenly, it’s too hot under the blanket, there isn’t enough room or air, and he needs to go but he can’t bear to. 

Batting your lashes, you inquire, “How to make pleasure, Toru? How kiss feel good?”

Brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, he corrects you, “It’s, ‘how does kissing make you feel good’, E. Try again for me?”

You taste the words, lips stretching to practice the movement before you parrot back perfectly, “Tell me how kissing makes you feel good, Toru.”

Oh, fuck. 

Why did he make you repeat it in perfect Japanese? Why did he have to use this very moment as a learning opportunity? 

Curse his perfect teaching instincts!

He’s about to shrug you off, using sleepiness as an excuse to retreat, but then you’re leaning even closer, licking your lips and eyeing his. Warmth is spreading through his body, circulating in one particular area and he’s hoping you don’t move your leg any higher otherwise this will turn into a completely different conversation and he’s not certain he could survive giving you an anatomy lesson without getting a nosebleed. 

Licking his own lips, he grazes your cheek with his fingers. The skin he touches glows the very faintest hint of blue. He’s reeling. Up till now, he thought that your skin glows when you’re sleeping, but apparently you also glow when you’re being touched. But this isn’t the first time he’s touched you. 

Was it because before he was trying very, very hard not to stare?

He doesn’t know, and regardless, he can’t stop touching you. Satoru presses on your adorable cheeks to watch it light up, the way his is flushing red. Whispering, he asserts, “I can’t tell you how kissing feels, E.” 

Your hand presses harder against his chest, fingers splaying across the expanse. Subconsciously, he juts it out just a little. And with the most seductive voice, you demand, “Show me then, Toru. Make me feel good?”

Oh, and when you ask like that, how could anyone ever resist you?

There’s a tantalising closeness between you, just a hairsbreadth away from touching. When he finally closes that minuscule gap, a purr like thrum echoes through you. He kisses you, sweet and gentle, simply pressing his lips against yours. There’s nothing human about this, not with the invigorating taste of you, the scalding feel of your skin, and impossible softness of your body on his. 

“This is a kiss?” You mumble.

Chuckling, he says, “No, E. This is.”

With one hand holding the back of your neck, he sucks your bottom lip, unable to help himself from deepening the kiss. You gasp into his mouth, and he dives his tongue in, meeting yours. He knows he should slow down, should let you adjust to a friendly peck before he takes more than you can give, but you taste so good and it’s like he’s drunk. 

There’s a force, a gravitation pull drawing him in. He can’t resist it, can’t fight it, he isn’t even trying. 

You pull back in shock. 

Satoru chases after you, dragging you back in. He kisses you again. Groaning into your mouth, he slides a hand down to your leg, rising up your thigh. You jolt, a shiver running through your body. That electrifying purring hums in the air again and he’s smiling, hand rising and rising until he’s curving against your ass and carrying you over his thighs.

“This feels... I feel...,” you whimper, at a loss for words. 

Squeezing your thighs, he coos, “It’s alright, sweet thing. I’ve got you. You wanted to learn pleasure, right? Who better to teach you than Toru, hmm?”

You shiver again when he whispers that against your neck, nose skimming your jaw and lips curling. He’s inhaling deeply, eyes fluttering close at the weight of your body pressing down on him and your addictive scent. 

He can’t tell if this is all you or if it’s an alien thing, but he doesn’t care. Not in this moment, not when your hips are churning as he sucks at your neck, laying burning kisses against your skin, and watching the blue light dance under your skin. 

“Oh, E,” he sighs. “Are you grinding on me, baby? You want more than just a kiss, is that it? My greedy, greedygirl.”

When your clothed core rubs just right against his throbbing length, you throw your head back, that purring noise a hiss and it vibrates against his cheek as he listens to your rapid heartbeat. He can feel how wet you are; you’re soaking through your panties and pyjama bottoms.

Satoru’s growing dizzy.

One hand guides your hips to gyrate on him whilst the other clutches your throat to pull your lips back to his. Satoru knows he should stop now that he’s already taught you what you asked for, but he can’t. He just can’t. The thrill of going further, of testing your, and his, limits is too much for one man to resist. Even if that man is the strongest sorcerer in the world, even if not a whole gaggle of curses could pose a threat to him. 

“Toru!”

He thrusts upwards the same time he tugs you down and the elongated moan that leaves you, hips stuttering and hands frantically searching for purchase on his broad shoulders, leaves him feeling lightheaded. “That’s it, E. Take what you need.”

Your eyes are flashing blue, a darker hue than his own, and he’s amazed. Everything about you is incredible, like you were created to be his temptation, to be his undoing. Whether aliens have souls or not, he doesn’t know, but he does know that if you did, his and yours would be the same, all blue and perfect. 

Laughing, he leans back, hands simply resting on your thighs as you ride out your orgasm, shocked eyes pleading for explanation, for reason but finding none in his. That purring gets louder and louder, the vibrations stronger now and they’re flowing straight from your soaked pussy and right onto his cock. 

“Oh shit!” Satoru groans, nails digging suddenly. Within seconds, he’s cumming in his boxers, hot cream flooding his underwear from inside at the same time your wetness seeps through on top. “Jesus, E! That’s fucking intense, what the hell.”

He’s panting, eyes shut tightly as he keeps grinding your hips on his cock. 

You slump onto him just as he falls back. You’re completely depleted of energy, and he knows exactly what you’re feeling. Rubbing your back, he presses a kiss to your hair, muttering ‘well done’ and ‘good job’. 

“How was that for pleasure?”

Smacking his chest, you mumble a complaint. “Toru mean.”

He laughs agains.

“Sorry, E. You were just too cute.”

You raise your head, eyes bleary and fluttering shut. You meet his gaze, shaky fingers reaching for his lips and tracing them, all sore and pink, like you’re amazed at him the way he is at you. “Thank you. Kissing is nice.”

“We did a little more than just kissing, E. But sure, you’re welcome,” he chuckles. 

Eventually, you both fall asleep in each other’s arms right there on the sofa, ‘Are You Still Watching’ filling the TV screen and not the movie he can’t even remember the name of, drying cum posing a problem he’ll have to deal with in the morning.

He dreams of sapphire streaks in the air, of giant balls of fire, and an angel descending with its arms outstretched. And he hopes he never wakes up.

[deansbeer]

★ mean streak // dean winchester.

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

synopsis. you're on top this time, chasing your release, but dean's being cruel—taunting, teasing, and making you work for every moment.

warning(s). smut | f!reader | moc!dean | penetration | power dynamics | riding | degradation | rough sex | overstimulation | begging | sub!reader | dom!dean | dean being mean | slight taunting.

kari yaps. i have to thank (so should u) my gorgeous wife for inspiring whatever this is <3 i love yapping away w her about spn & dean all the time. 🤍

you're straddling him, thighs burning as you struggle to keep the rhythm steady, but the look on his face makes it clear he's not about to help you. his hands rest lazily behind his head, biceps flexing just enough to make you clench around him involuntarily. he notices. of course, he notices. his lips curl into that cocky, infuriating smirk that makes your heart race and your body betray you every single time.

"what's the matter, sweetheart?" his voice drips with condescension, low and gravelly in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. "getting tired already? thought you said you could handle me."

he's testing you. he always does. the mark has made him sharper, meaner, but you can't deny how much it turns you on. the way he looks at you now—like you're his to take, to break—should infuriate you. instead, it makes you want to prove him wrong.

you plant your hands on his chest, your nails digging into his skin just enough to wipe that smug grin off his face. "i can handle you," you bite out, your voice breathy but firm.

"then prove it," he drawls, his hips staying maddeningly still beneath you. "come on, sweetheart. show me what you've got."

his cock stretches you perfectly, the thickness of him making every movement feel like an effort, but you refuse to let him see how much he's affecting you. you start to move again, rolling your hips slowly at first. the friction is delicious, but it's not enough—not yet.

his eyes darken as he watches you, his gaze dropping to where you're taking him in over and over again. he licks his lips, and the sight of his tongue makes you falter for a second, your movements stuttering.

"pathetic," he mutters, his voice like gravel. his hands finally leave their lazy perch behind his head, and for a moment, you think he's going to grab your hips, take over, give you what you need. but instead, he folds his hands behind his head again, smirking up at you like the devil himself.

"you're gonna have to work harder than that if you want to come," he says, his words cutting through you like a challenge. "unless you want to beg me to take over."

your jaw clenches, heat rising to your cheeks. you hate how much his words affect you, how much they make your body burn with need. you bite back a retort, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing you break.

you start to move faster, your thighs trembling as you bounce on his cock, the wet sounds of your arousal filling the room. his chest rises and falls steadily beneath your hands, and you can feel the way he's holding himself back. you know he wants to take control—he always does—but he's making you work for it tonight.

"that's it," he murmurs, his eyes locked on yours. "keep going. make yourself come on my cock."

his words send a jolt of electricity through you, your movements growing more desperate as you chase the pleasure building inside you. the angle is perfect, the head of his cock brushing against that spot inside you that makes your vision blur.

but it's not enough. you need more.

"dean," you gasp, your voice cracking as you grind down harder, trying to get him deeper.

"what?" he asks, feigning innocence. "you need something, sweetheart? use your words."

you glare down at him, your nails digging into his chest hard enough to leave marks. "stop being an ass and help me," you snap.

his grin widens, and he lets out a low chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine. "not how this works, baby. you wanna come? you're gonna have to earn it."

you hate him. you love him. you hate how much you love him.

but you're not about to back down. not now.

you lean back, changing the angle, your hands sliding down to grip his thighs for support. the new position makes you cry out, the head of his cock hitting deeper, harder with every bounce.

"fuck, sweetheart," he groans, his composure slipping for just a second. his hands twitch, like he's fighting the urge to grab you, to flip you over and take control. but he doesn't. instead, he watches you with dark, hungry eyes, his jaw tight as he drinks in the sight of you falling apart on top of him.

"look at you," he mutters, his voice rough. "so fucking desperate. you love this, don't you? love making yourself come while i just sit here and watch."

you shake your head, but the whimper that escapes your lips betrays you.

"liar," he says, his tone almost teasing. "your pussy's dripping, sweetheart. she's soaking me all over."

you can feel it, the slickness making it easier to move, even as your thighs burn and your body trembles. you're so close, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in your belly, but you need just a little more.

"please," you whine, your pride cracking under the weight of your desperation.

his eyes narrow, and he tilts his head like he didn't quite hear you. "what was that?"

you swallow hard, your hands gripping his thighs tighter. "fuck, please, baby," you repeat, louder this time.

he smirks, clearly pleased with your surrender. "please what?"

"touch me," you beg, your voice shaking. "please, i need—"

his hands are on you in an instant, gripping your hips so tightly you know you'll have bruises tomorrow. he finally thrusts up into you, his cock slamming into you so hard and deep you see stars.

"that what you needed?" he growls, his grip on your hips guiding you as he starts to fuck up into you, his pace brutal.

you can't speak. you can barely breathe. all you can do is nod, your nails raking down his chest as he takes over, his hips snapping up to meet yours with every thrust.

"fucking knew you couldn't do it on your own," he mutters, his voice strained. "you need me, don't you? need me to make you come."

"yeah," you gasp, your head falling back as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch. "yes, yes, yes—"

he sits up suddenly, one arm wrapping around your waist to hold you against him as his other hand slides between your bodies. his fingers find your clit, rubbing tight, desperate circles that send you hurtling toward the edge.

"come for me," he growls, his lips brushing against your ear. "come all over my cock, sweetheart. let me feel you."

his words are your undoing. you cry out his name as your orgasm crashes over you, your body shaking as waves of pleasure ripple through you. he doesn't stop, his thrusts growing erratic as he chases his own release.

"fuck, fuck, fuck—" he groans, his grip on you tightening as he buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he spills into you.

you collapse against him, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. his arms stay wrapped around you, his lips brushing against your shoulder as the two of you come down together.

"good girl," he murmurs, his voice softer now, almost tender. "knew you could handle me."

you want to say something snarky in response, but you're too spent, too blissed out to care. instead, you let yourself sink into him, his warmth and his steady heartbeat grounding you as the world fades away.

[captain-bubble-wrap]

QUINN IS SO CUTE I JUST WANNA CUDDLE HIM ALL DAY

Babe, he's the cutest in the league! Sweet, soft boy! I don't think you were asking for anything, but I typed a little something! 🩷

You had just tucked yourself in beneath a heavy throw on the sofa. Head propped up by a few pillows, wearing one of Quinn's crewneck sweaters and sweatpants, you were warm and comfortable. He was away at morning practice leaving you to preoccupy yourself until he had come back. The curtains were drawn, the heat was up, and the room smelled like vanilla and caramel, fully rounding out the cozy feeling you were hoping for. 

On the coffee table, sat a new book you had been excited to finally start. Quinn had rekindled your love for reading, something that you hadn't had since you were a child. However, when you picked it up to finally delve into it, the door pushed open; a very tired-looking Quinn standing in the doorway. 

"Hi, baby," you said, sitting up to greet him, the blanket falling away from your body. Looking at him, you could tell something was wrong. "Are you alright?"

His shoulders rolled forward as he sighed, "I'm fine." Quinn dropped his bag at the door, kicked off his sneakers and walked past you and into the bedroom. "Long practice."

It wasn't his normal greeting, by any means, which made you unsure about what you should do. Smothering him with love and affection didn't feel like the right thing at the moment, so you decided to simply let him be and wait for him to come to you. Just before you talked yourself into getting up and seeing if he was okay, you heard his soft footfalls coming towards you. He had changed his clothes into something more lounge-like and less restrictive, but his expression still conveyed that something was wrong. 

You were laying down when he emerged from the bedroom and stayed that way even after he pulled back the blanket. 

"Quinny?" You questioned, as he squeezed himself between your legs to lay his head against your chest, all without a word. He had done this a few times, but it had been while the two of you had been in bed, never on the sofa. His hands snaked under your sweater, up your ribs, and behind your back to rest on your shoulder blades. His touch was warm as you shivered against his it. "Baby, what's wrong?"

He sighed again, his hair just out of the reach of tickling your nose, but your fingers would get lost within it almost immediately. "Took a hard hit today and I'm in a fair amount of pain."

"Oh, baby!" You lamented, doing your best to cover him with the blanket. "That's not good!"

"It happens," he exhales, fingers gripping you tighter. "Was an accident. 

Once you had the both of you sufficiently draped in plush warmth, one hand returned to his hair, the other to his middle of his back. You hoped he wasn't seriously hurt as he seemed to be having such a rough go as of late; you couldn't take him missing any more games. Feeling his breathing sync with yours, you tried to relax yet your worry still lingered. 

"Where does it hurt? So I don't touch it by accident." 

"Left side of my ribs," Quinn mumbled, turning his face inwards towards your chest. 

He was always targeted with hits to his ribs, something that always pissed you off. Worse yet, when most of those hits were never called for a penalty. But this time, it had happened at practice; friendly fire. You hoped the pain would subside by the end of the night, even though you knew he was accustomed to such ailments. 

"I'm sorry, honey."

His words were muffled as he spoke, like he was trying to hide from you, "It's fine." 

"It's not fine!" You pouted, feeling sorrow for his situation. "You're hurt!"

"I'm always hurt, babe, it's hockey." 

Your expression dropped. He had a point, but still, that didn't invalidate your concern for his health. "I'm sorry, I just...care."

Quinn lifted his head to rest his chin between your breasts. "I know you do. I'm sorry," he apologized before his eyes disappeared again, face hidden from view. 

Poor thing, just couldn't catch a break, and you didn't want to make things worse. You'd keep playing with this hair for as long as he would let you, but then you had an idea. In your eyes wandering the room, deep in thought, you caught sight of your book teetering on the edge of the coffee table. 

"Want me to read to you?"

Unsure if he was awake or if he had drifted off into a nap, you waited for an answer before reaching for it. If he was asleep, you decided you'd take a nap with him. His weight on your body was so comforting and soothing and you knew you would drift off to sleep almost immediately upon closing your eyes. 

"You'd read to me?" He asked, bringing his eyes out of hiding once more. 

"Yeah, I was just about to start a new one I got when you came home."

"Oh...I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry! I'm glad you're home."

"Okay," he sighed, laying his cheek against your chest, face facing the rest of the living room. "I'd like that...if you'd read to me."

Smiling, you'd extend your arm to grab the book, hoping it didn't fall or it would just stay there till later. Thankfully, you were close enough to secure it between your fingers and bring it back to you. 

"It's a murder-mystery," you said, hoping he wouldn't mind your reading choice. 

"I was expecting a hockey romance," Quinn teased, the fainted smile heard in his tone.

"Oh, ha, ha!" You teased, "Why would I need to read that when I live it everyday?"

[ma1dita]

to see the chaos through

 a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader words: 4k summary: (established relationship) The one where he remembers he was never a good guy, just yours. Luke makes the ultimate deal with the devil in order to save you. (Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader) a/n: mentions of blood, implied death. im baaaack. fucking finally. read the end scene of solipsism after this if you want something extra (edited)

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Moisture licks at Luke’s heels as he straightens his back, stretching towards the sky in an effort to crack his sore joints. The sprinklers do nothing to ease the sizzling heat on the island and he meets your eyes across the matted rows of greenery. 

“You’re getting sunburned, idiot.”

The words fall from your lips with no malice, sweet like the strawberries you’ve been picking in the afternoon sun. Luke’s cheeks are equally red from the sweltering weather, more so now that you lean up to kiss him as you pass by, tossing strawberries into one of the crates with a gentle smile on your face. 

Tease.

You’ve got this boy wrapped around your finger, pulling him towards your direction like a lovesick cartoon character with only a simple glance. He watches you stroll away, biting his lip as his eyes trace your figure calling out, “Get back here, pretty girl...” The stupid smirk on his face is outlined with sweat and he grabs the towel from over his shoulder to wipe it away. The son of Hermes follows the sound of your laughter to the next row over, feet moving swiftly through the soft earth passing through snickering children of Demeter until he grabs you from behind and swings you into the air, spinning, spinning….

“LUKE!”

It’s the end of strawberry season, which means that all hands are on deck with picking the rest of the ripe fruit to sell for the front they keep for the mortals that wander too far down Farm Road.

It also means that it’s Luke Castellan’s 19th birthday.

A fit of uncontrollable laughter and falling into your boyfriend’s arms means you’re close enough to count the freckles on his cheeks, speckled across his skin like a map that only you know where it leads.

“You look like a strawberry,” you giggle, poking the tender skin on his face. Luke smiles hard enough for your finger to sink in, the color puckering around the apple of his cheeks, and all of him moves jubilantly as he says, “You look like the love of my life. How about that?” He’s wrapped around you like a vine, hands tracing the skin that peeks out from under your cropped tee and you laugh again—scaring a few crows and sending them scattering into the sky. Summer is your favorite time of year for reasons like this—the days are long and you don’t hate passing time when it means there are more moments for Luke to press his lips against your neck and you swear his smile is seared into your being. Days like this make everything else fade into the background.

A berry hits the side of Luke’s head with a proper thunk and you hear someone retch dramatically.

“Hey dude, the rest of us are miserable here, okay? Get a room and stop macking on my sister.” Castor rolls his eyes, grumbling behind a squeaky wheelbarrow that keeps getting stuck in the dirt as he pushes past you. 

Can’t a guy catch a break on his birthday? 

Luke pretends to lunge towards him, tongue in cheek when he mutters, “Piss me off and I’ll make sure it’s your room.” You smack Luke’s big head, sending him into a fit of laughter as he raises his hands in defense, “What? Am I wrong?” He’s stepping around you now, grabbing the crate of strawberries from your feet so you don’t have to carry it yourself.

“Dummy. You think Delphi Strawberry Service will be able to sell all of these?” you say mockingly, changing the subject as your cheeks warm. Sweat sticks to you like a second skin, but it doesn’t stop you from grabbing Luke’s free hand, swinging it in the space between your hips as you walk towards the exit. 

Luke scoffs, “You mean do you think your dad will keep us working until July? Don’t doubt that at all…”

“THIRTY MINUTES LEFT BEFORE SUNDOWN, EVERYONE!” you call out to a chorus of cheers. Everyone was ready to get the day over with, hands blistered and knees sore from crouching into the bushes—everyone, except Luke, who’d do anything but go down for sleep tonight. He wasn’t even supposed to be on berry duty today, but what else is a guy supposed to do on his big day when he can’t even spend it with you? 

This must be the gods’ idea of fun—ordering their spawn around to do the dirty work for them. Delphi Strawberry Service in itself is a scam; so many gods have kids that they don’t want to provide for, and so Camp Half-Blood earns its keep, working hard to make sure there’s enough money for supplies to help stay afloat. New linens, clothes for those that need them, repairs to the infrastructure—all the things children shouldn’t be worrying about in a so-called safe haven. 

The gods aren’t very generous with their gifts as legends make it seem, hiding behind fables and fiction, peace offerings, and material throwaways once a year if they’re lucky to get a happy birthday. Or in Luke’s case—even less than that. His dad hasn’t made himself known since his quest, and therefore today is just another day. 

Your hand squeezes Luke’s three times to get his attention, “You okay, babe?”

He readjusts the wooden crate he’s been balancing on his shoulder, not realizing that you’ve already reached the dirt path that leads back to the heart of camp, “Mm. Just thinking—hey, where did you want this again?”

“S’not what I asked…” you drone with an upturned quirk of the lip, poking his nose playfully as a strawberry grows from your fingertips. Luke pops it in his mouth with an almost cartoon-like SLURP! making you recoil as your face scrunches up, “Angel…”

“You know, the ones you make are better than anything nature can make right?”

Pulling your finger back from his lips, you give him a skeptical sidelong glance, “Demeter willing. You know you don’t have to flatter me anymore— I’m already your girlfriend.” He sets the crate down on a nearby cart, tugging you closer with the hand tangled to yours, “I know. But I like how shy you get when I do,” he smirks.

“Hey,” you chuckle, grabbing his chin, “I kinda really love you, if that wasn’t obvious enough.” Luke’s hands pull you in by the belt loops of your shorts, thumbs rubbing at your hips and the full-blown smile that takes over his face looks like sunlight parting through clouds on a summer day. You’ve noticed he looks surprised every time you say it as if he’s hearing it for the first time each time—like there’s a part of him that still can’t believe you.

“Couldn’t tell,” he jokes, kissing you anyway. It’s maddening—the feeling of his lips catching onto yours like he’s holding onto every part of you and breathing life into it. His tongue swipes against your bottom lip and you smile in response, letting him in and opening up for him to uncover whatever he wants. Your lip tugs on his bottom one as you pull away just to find him pouting ever so slightly at the disconnect, “Hey…”

“Happy birthday, Lu,” you grin, pulling the towel from his shoulder to wipe the sweat off his forehead. His curls are damp against his skin and he swipes the towel from your hands to swat you with it, “I’ve lost count of how many times you’ve told me that today. What I do want though, is more kisses…” he mumbles, hiding the flush of his cheeks. He doesn’t need a big celebration, or any token of appreciation from his dad—he already has what he needs. 

“Or all of you, if you’re feeling generous.”

You stare at him and bite your lip, looking over his shoulder to see the sun slowly dipping past the horizon and maybe there’s enough time… When your eyes lock again, the both of you are wearing wicked grins—he swings your full weight over his shoulder and you shriek in surprise, laughing the whole way back to your cabin.

—-

You’re fast asleep under the floral bedspread with a belly full of cake and exhausted from your own little celebration and Luke can’t find it in him to join you. 

Not yet, he’d rather stay up a while longer—-watching you breathe softly in tune with his heartbeat brings more comfort than anything else he’ll have to do. Luke knows he’s safer here, awake and sitting next to you. He watches over you like this most nights now, until his eyes feel heavy and sour with exhaustion until there’s no choice but to close his eyes. Straightening his back and lowering his legs from the top of the desk, it’s as if he’s a soldier standing guard. Perhaps he is in a way, though he’s coming to learn that he cannot protect you from himself.

Luke inspects you from the mess of hair that drapes across the pillow, to how delicate you look when there are no stress lines on your forehead. Sitting under the faint glow of the lamp, his eyes flicker from your sleeping figure to the blank pages in front of him as he hunches over the small space he’s carved out for himself in your room. The clock’s red glow reaches his fingers as he reaches for a pen on the corner of the desk. He needs a break.

12:14am.

It’s not his birthday anymore and Hermes couldn’t bother to even send a card this time. Luke wonders what about him repels his father—is it the fact he looks exactly like his mother? Or is it the fact that everything else about Luke is all him? His perfect son, the ultimate reminder of what could’ve been with May Castellan.

What does it mean to be made in the gods’ favor?

A classic hero’s tale, a life measured by the list of his accomplishments instead of being seen as what he was at the beginning of this—a child who wanted to be loved.

Luke knows what it’s like to be loved now—everything he knows about love is from learning to love you, which isn’t a lot, but he’s trying. His resolve is as steady as the hand that holds his pen now as he clicks it methodically. Maybe if his parents weren’t dysfunctional, maybe if he knew how to do this better—to exist better and make them proud, maybe his life would’ve had a different outcome. 

Maybe his only option wouldn’t have to be to kneel to a titan.

But would he still have you?

Luke purses his lips and flattens his palm against the paper, a crisp sound in the silence of your room sounding like a thunderclap as he thinks of what to write. This doesn’t even matter, in the grand scheme of things. The collection of scribbles collect dust in a box under his bed and there are no imminent plans to post mail to his hometown of Westport, but there is a type of gratification that comes with being able to put down the thoughts he cannot say aloud. He’s never been too good with words. In another life, maybe his mother would be able to listen—to advise, sympathize, and do as mothers do. 

But for now, this will have to do. 

He even finds himself writing down everything he can’t tell you.

Luke’s lost count of the times he’s cried himself to sleep in reverent prayer, the hunger pains from throwing his meals into the hearth—anything to apologize to his father and ask for it all back. Even now as he tries to find the words, he doesn’t know what this is. 

A confession? 

An apology? 

An explanation, perhaps—if everything gets fucked and goes to hell as most of his plans do, he wants someone, anyone to know the truth. Luke’s odds are slim and he’s used to getting by with the skin of his teeth. But he wants more now—and if Luke Castellan is anything, he’s determined.

You shift in your dream state, turning over in bed to face him and Luke smiles softly as he watches you. These past few months have felt like gasping for air from the moment he wakes to the moment he gives into the nightmares. They come as easy as breathing, whispers in his head pressing for him to make a move—to prepare for an inevitable war that will start and end with him. Being asleep feels like freefalling and he can only anticipate when he’s about to crash. This has to work. 

You have been nothing but kind to him, through the shuddery breaths in the middle of the night and cranky fits in the mornings. You are resilience personified; Luke is so sure of it—but the thing is, it makes him angry. Love is not written in the stars, he thinks, and if he has to weave the cosmos by hand to work in your favor, he’ll find a way. Luke knows that above all, he does not want to lose your love. 

Sleep pricks at the corners of his vision now, threatening to loosen the pen in his grip. He sniffs, adjusting his weight on the chair, and glances your way again, and then back at the paper on the desk, beginning to write.

Mama,

As I’m writing this letter, I fear that I’ve put the final nail in my coffin. It doesn’t feel that way right now—as I watch my girl snore softly against her pillow and the moon kisses her cheek in a way that I know I won’t be able to for much longer. I’m taking these last few quiet moments to admire and be grateful for what I have before I earn it back. 

A temporary loss will be worth forever with my soulmate. 

From the little I know about life and the amount of time I know I’ll spend loving her, I’m learning that soulmates are people who need all that you are and all that you already have in life. This trouble is proof enough. Everyone here at camp rarely sees one of us without the other, and Chris said that he wouldn’t be surprised if we came from the same star. But I think she’s vastly different than me and better for it. She is a different breed—something only an author can even begin to describe and much less be able for any regular person to comprehend. 

She exudes love for her family, friends, and even strangers. I often wonder what I ever did in a past life to deserve the experience, but if that was ever in my control, I must have done something right.

So this will have to be my last letter for now.

I have a lot of work to do to become the man she deserves. The glory is within reach—and with her by my side, I want to have it all.

Who else could help me best the gods better than a titan? 

I’m afraid there’s not much more for me to tell you—whatever comes after this, I hope she can tell you herself. I hope you find each other, and be proud of the things I’ll do to create the change we want to see in this world. I know the both of you love stories—I’ll need my best girls to take care of one another while I’m gone.

I’m scared out of my wits, Mama, but I don’t blame you for any of this. I know now that you’ve always seen this coming. 

Your son is destined for greatness. 

I never got to say this before I left, but I’m proud to be yours. The legacy I leave will show all of them how much I love both of you.

Even if you both end up hating me for it. 

I already do.

Luke

—

He stirs at the sound of you tiptoeing around your room, rubbing his eyes to see you throwing your clothes on. You’re a blur in the early light that peeks through the curtains, almost obscured by the shadows and catch your hip on the bedpost as you tug a boot on, “Fuck!”

“Baby?” he murmurs. His voice is thickly coated with sleep and crackles like fire, “What’s going on?”

“Didn’t mean to wake you, angelface,” you whisper, kissing his forehead lightly when you lean over his crumpled frame to grab your watch from the nightstand, “go back to sleep”. Luke chases after another kiss, leaning up like how sunflowers stretch towards the light—his thumb presses your chin down to let your lips linger against his.

“Still early, T.”

He watches you from his spot on the bed as you make your way to the door, glancing at the mirror, “Something’s wrong, Luke. There was an accident in the forge last night,” you pause, looking at him through the reflection, “someone’s dead.”The curtains push open with a screech, and Luke sits up abruptly.

“Who?”

Sniffing, you turn around to meet his eyes, “Someone from 9—I don’t know. I need to talk to my dad and sort it out.” Luke calmly pulls himself out from under your duvet, tugging his shorts back on in silence. 

“Where do you need me?”

Your eyes travel around the room like ricocheting ping-pong balls, stepping forward to gently ease him back onto the mattress, “I need you,” you muse softly, “to go back to sleep. What time did you get to bed last night?” Squeezing his shoulders, Luke looks at you with a sidelong glance, resting his cheek against your wrist, “Don’t worry about it.”

“But I do. I worry about you all the time.”

“Well, that’s my job—the worrying,” he swallows, stamping his lips against your pulse point, “I want to be there.” Luke tugs you closer, letting you melt onto him with a sigh and you whisper, “Don’t think we’re done with this conversation, Castellan.” Tugging at his scalp to meet him eye to eye—he swears you might be able to see right through his facade. 

“Castellan. Must be a serious conversation then,” he murmurs, wiping the sheen of drool off the side of your lip. Scoffing, you stand back up and toss a fresh shirt at him, “You can’t run from me forever. I mean it. Get to the forge and make sure the surrounding area is barred off. No one’s been in there yet, the nymph that walked in got spooked and ran off. I need to wake up Charlie and get him to the Big House before everyone else wakes up.”

The orange fabric glides over his head onto his shoulders and he momentarily loses sight of you. You’re in the doorway now, blowing him a kiss, “See you in an hour, tops. And then we’ll talk about what’s been keeping you up at night.”

“I don’t know why you keep asking me that when the answer is always you!” Luke chuckles, taking the easy way out of the situation at hand.

“Not all the time. Surely, you’ll tell me her name later?” you chide as you make your exit. He laughs to himself. 

If only you knew. 

—

Luke takes his time getting ready for the day, thinking of last night. He had been promised the world and more, but only had one negotiation. 

He asked Kronos for you to not get hurt. 

Luke felt like a fool—to humbly ask a titan to not kill his girlfriend so that he could be the soldier that was needed of him. And he was presented two options: to have you join them, or to have you be cast away.

“She has control over insanity, you say?” Kronos’ voice rumbled through the dark hall. It was their established meeting point in Luke’s mind, somewhere where he could keep the titan separate from his thoughts of you.

“She’s not part of this, sir. I said that already,” Luke grits, steeling his resolve.

“And why not? She’s the bastard spawn of a lunatic. Either we make use of her, or you leave. There are no distractions that will interfere with this plan, Luke. I won’t allow it.”

He clenches his jaw, “She’s…” he swallows, “too weak. She has a family, and people she cares about–it won’t be easy for her to turn. No one’s hurt her yet.” Luke thinks about your tumultuous relationship with Mr. D—and how at the core of it, tough love is still love.

He can’t say the same about himself with his father.

“Yet.”

The silence hangs between him and Kronos, and Luke slowly nods. No one will hurt you like he will, he knows this. He also knows that no one can love you like he does now. Two things can be true at the same time, even if they both hurt.

“The more you have the more you desire, Luke,” the titan rumbles, “it’s best to cut your ties before we’re in the thick of it.”

“I will, when the time comes,” Luke says solemnly, knowing what he has to do.

When he finally treks toward the armory that morning, the air around him is almost revitalizing, crisp, and cool with goosebumps cascading across his arms. The main door creaks open with a tired whine as he moves swiftly towards the scene of the crime. It reeks of blood now, pungent and metallic—Luke is careful to mind his step as he reaches what he came for.

Stepping over the body, he averts his eyes toward the gleaming sword in the child’s grasp.

Backbiter.

It’s heavier than he thought it would be, carrying the means to an end of everything both mortal and immortal. Celestial bronze and tempered steel feel delightful in his hands once he rips it out of the pale hand of its creator. There’s a sense of power that reverberates through the air as his new weapon takes its position, slotted against his hip. 

Time is in Luke’s hands now, to manipulate and play with—for once, he’s in control of his fate. No deadbeat god of luck required. Brown eyes flicker to the stone floor, kicking the skinny arm of the slain Hephaestus kid aside. Mary, he thinks her name was— a tiny little thing who didn’t speak much. It was easy to dote on her with his charming smile and concerned counselor act that he throws on for the younger ones. She was like putty in his hands, pliable and willing to impress THE camp hero. The thought almost makes him laugh. 

So he does.

“Sorry,” Luke mutters, void of feeling anything. It’s too late to feel bad now—though he can technically rewind through time if he wanted to, it wouldn’t be for her. Luke’s meddling with enough as it is—he decides he’ll do something fun instead. 

He deserves this really, choosing something for himself.

But the choice is still you. Luke thinks about where he wants to go first—to seal the deal with Kronos by seeing a future you, happy in the world he created. The veins in his arms flex as he slashes through the air with his new gift, a smile cutting through the jagged scar on his cheek.

As the wind whips through his hair and everything goes dark, he realizes that there’s a part of him that gets it now—why Hermes likes to travel through time so much. Time is elastic when it’s not linear, he feels himself floating between seconds, hurtling towards you, and feeling like he’s in a tube on a lazy river. It’s almost unusual, but to Luke, time sort of feels like a father’s embrace. Or maybe what he imagines it to be like.

When he opens his eyes, he sees you standing in front of a mirror across the room—knowing now that this will be his biggest break yet.

—

“You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love, is to live by it.”  -Victor Hugo

[burningembers91]

Like a Dog - The Salesman x Fem!Reader

Follow up piece to:

Freak of Nature

On Display

A Game of Cat and Mouse

Crime of Passion

Rare

Gunpowder and Lace

Synopsis: Your grey suited man has finally relinquished control

A/N: well, I did NOT see the story going this way! But, the more I write for him the more I can’t help but see him as a secret sub. He’s so dark and evil during the day, but I can see him being so needy for his woman at night. So yeah, I guess this is now a Sub!Salesman storyline 🤗 but he’s still completely insane

Also, for the alleyway scene in this fic, I was deffo picturing this gif:

There was something so intimate about relinquishing control. It gave him a sense of freedom he’d never felt before, a kind of peace he was sure he’d never know. Since telling you his name, his world had altered, had taken on a new meaning. He was always so sure he’d wanted to control you, to torture you until you broke; it was a force of habit, really. He’d always been good at breaking things, of tearing even the strongest people down until they were nothing but withered shells. But somewhere along the line, his desires towards you had changed. You’d brought something new to his life; love.

It was an odd feeling, one that he’d never felt before. He’d been so sure that he was entirely incapable of feeling anything towards any living thing, and at first it at felt uncomfortable. It was uncomfortable the way his heart physically ached for you, the feeling seeping down into the pit of his stomach in a wave of delicious heat that tied itself in knots around his senses. At first he’d been sure he was having a heart attack, or possibly a stroke, but he was convinced that neither of those things were supposed to feel pleasurable, not like he felt when he was with you. He missed you when you weren’t around, and craved you when you were. He was like a loyal dog, blindly following you whenever you went.

He found it hard to concentrate at work, always wondering what you were doing. He wanted to know how your day was, what you were having for lunch, what time you’d be home, how the kids in your classes were getting on. Love was inconvenient, love was a distraction, but he was beyond the point of caring. He’d almost made mistakes at work, and mistakes in his job were simply out of the question. He had to figure out a way of getting you out of his head, had to find a way to block you from his brain during the day. But no matter how hard he tried, you always managed to worm your way back in.

You were living with him now, his desire to be with you so strong that he simply couldn’t face living apart. He enjoyed seeing your things in his home; your perfumes and lotions next to his cologne, your clothes hanging up next to his in the closet. He found himself excited to come home, to bask in the domestic mundanity of ordinary life. You liked to read, and the two of you would lie across his expansive leather sofa, his head in your lap as you played with his hair, both engrossed in your own novels. He was worried you were making him weak, turning him into the kind of man he enjoyed breaking. There were days he couldn’t make it until the evening to see you, showing up at your school to meet you for lunch, or walking you home after the day had ended.

He allowed you full control in the bedroom, bending to your every will and desire. He was so pitifully grateful on the nights you gave him the power back, allowing him to feel in control again for a brief moment. But you were the one calling the shots now, and for the first time in his life, he didn’t care.

As his love for you grew however, so did his disdain for others. He’d always been the jealous type, had never liked to share. He found it harder to maintain his cool when you were out, his eyes constantly scanning the crowds to see if anyone had the gall to try and undress you with their eyes. There was always someone he could pick out, someone who looked at you the wrong way, who walked a little too close to you. One day when you stopped for coffee, a man had the audacity to queue jump, pushing past you as if you were invisible. That man ended up with a broken nose and two black eyes, left to cower in the alleyway behind the cafe as your grey suited man stamped repeatedly on his ribs until you told him to stop. He’d been a fool to think you were making him weak; you were only making him stronger.

You still had so many questions about the man who worshipped you like you were a goddess. You knew he was dangerous; had seen him take a man’s life and beat another one almost to death because they had disrespected you. He’d gone from stalking you like a cat stalks a mouse to begging for your attention, your validation. He was a man who would crawl through broken shards of glass if you asked him to. You knew virtually nothing about his family, only that he had parents, but he no longer spoke to them. You never met any of his friends, never met any of his colleagues. Your belief about his job in sales and recruitment was dubious. He dressed in custom Versace suits and Prada loafers, and you didn’t know any sales job that paid that well. You were hesitate to quiz him though; he treated you like royalty, giving you everything you’d desired and more, along with an undying, almost obsessive love he showered you in.

As much as he loved you, he couldn’t quite bring himself to say it. It was a terrifying word, one that had never left his lips before. He’d never even told his parents that he loved them, because in truth he hadn’t. Until you came along, he viewed everyone with a quiet distaste. People were a nuisance, a waste of time unless they had something you needed. He hoped you knew how much he loved you though, hoped his devotion to you showed through his actions. He showered you in gifts, did everything around the house so you never had to lift a finger, marked your students essays on the nights you were too tired. He was your servant in the bedroom, living only to please you.

He’d been scared at first, scared when he realised he was happy to let you dominate him. He’d always been in control, had always been the one calling the shots, but he’d never realised how good it could feel to be the one treated like a dog. He found immense pleasure in fulfilling your every desire, of letting you use him like a toy. His work required him to always be alert, to always ensure no one bested him. It became a relief to come home at night and allow himself to be told what to do.

He was enjoying this life with you, a life of domestic bliss he never thought he’d crave. You were by no means a conventional couple, but it worked for you.

You knew he had a dark side, had seen it many times. And yet he played the doting boyfriend so well. You didn’t care how dangerous he was, how devilish his desires were when it came to toying with others. With you, he craved nothing but your love and respect. And you were happy to give it to him, your submissive, grey suited man.

[dulcescorderitas]

𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷' 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷' S.Winchester

warnings: no smut, kissing

sam’s lips were trembling against yours, slick with the wet heat of kisses that felt too desperate to end. his breath came in soft, stuttered hitches, shaky as if his very soul were tangled in the rhythm of your mouths meeting, parting, crashing together again. you could taste the salt of his tears—he was crying, you knew, not out of sadness but because he loved you too much, too painfully much for his body to keep it in. the kisses went on and on, so sloppy and unrestrained, neither of you caring that spit trailed in silver threads when your lips pulled apart for air.

his hands, shaking but strong, framed your face like you were something holy. his fingers threaded through your hair, holding you in place, not so you couldn’t leave, but because he was terrified of you ever wanting to. his tears soaked into the curve of your cheek, mixing with the slick mess of your shared heat.

“why do you let me love you like this?” he gasped against your lips, the words trembling as much as his body. “i don’t deserve it, i—i don’t deserve you.” his forehead pressed against yours for the briefest moment, his breath shaky and warm on your mouth. before you could answer, his lips were on you again, clumsy, needy, like he thought you might disappear if he let even a second pass.

“sam, stop,” you whispered, pulling back just enough to speak but not enough to escape his trembling touch. “don’t say that. don’t you dare think you don’t deserve this—don’t deserve me.” your voice cracked as his tears fell harder, his lips brushing yours as if in apology for every insecure word. “i love you too, you idiot. you hear me? i love you. every part of you.”

his breath hitched, and he swallowed hard, the sound audible in the thick, electric quiet between you. “you don’t know what that does to me,” he said, his voice breaking like glass. “hearing you say that—god, i don’t know how to hold it all. i feel like i’m gonna fall apart.”

“then fall,” you murmured, kissing him again, softer this time, like your lips could hold him together. “fall, sam. i’ll catch you.”

his lips quivered against yours as he gasped out, "i’m sorry—god, i’m so sorry for feeling like this, for needing you so bad." his voice cracked, and his hands tightened their grip, his thumbs stroking your skin as if to memorize the texture.

“don’t be sorry,” you told him fiercely, your hands gripping his shoulders now, pulling him closer, grounding him. “don’t ever apologize for loving me. just… stay. just keep kissing me like this. don’t stop, sam.”

your tongues met, slow and languid at first, then messier, needier, until the sounds of it filled the space between you, loud and filthy in their honesty. he shivered every time your nails scraped lightly at the back of his neck, his body wracked with the tension of holding himself together when his heart was already splintering open in your hands. "please don’t let go," he whispered into your mouth, voice breaking with raw emotion, and the way he kissed you then was like a drowning man finally breaking the surface, gasping for air he thought he’d never breathe again.

“never,” you promised between gasps, between kisses. “i’ll never let go, sam. not in a million years. do you hear me?”

his answer was in the way he kissed you harder, deeper, until his sobs became quiet hiccups against your lips, and his breathing evened out, the storm of his love still there but soothed by the way your mouth never left his. your lips stayed locked together as time blurred into nothingness—seconds, minutes, hours, none of it mattered. it was just you and sam, lost in the closeness, his tears streaking your face now as well, a mingling of everything raw and unspoken between you. his hands drifted, slow and reverent, down your back, his touch a trembling apology for every moment he’d ever thought himself unworthy of you. you kissed him harder, deeper, until the truth of everything unspoken between you lived in the space your lips never let break apart.

taglist: @iloveeveryoneyoureamazing @legalmente-loca @bluemerakis

[morikosa]

Not sure if I sent this already, but can I get teacher Gojo comforting a chubby student reader because she thinks she's unattractive and so he fucks her until she's convinced she's pretty?

Today was your day off, and Gojo wanted to take you shopping and out to spend time. The food part wasn't bad, of course, but you hated the clothes part.

You weren't very fat, of course, you were just a little chubby and insecure about it. Why was he with you when there were so many beautiful girls around?

It was a nightmare for you. You've been to many stores, but you really couldn't find an outfit that looks good on you or fits you perfectly. God, you wanted to cry. You chose a pair of lingerie for your last try. It was a blue color piece.

Gojo was sitting on the seat in front of the trial cabin, waiting for you with a smile on his face.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and your eyes filled with tears. This one wasn't too bad, but it was tight. You wiped your tears with one hand, and you walked out of the cabin with a deep, shaky breath. You wrapped your arms around your body

''W-what do you think?''

His eyes dilated under the blindfold. God, did you have to be this hot? He was hard the moment you walked out of the trial cabin in that outfit… and you don't think you're beautiful.

God, he could fuck you right now.

And he will.

''What do I think, hmm?… How about I show you this, baby?''

He stood up and pushed you into the trial cabin, closing the curtain behind him, and pressed you against the wall of the cramped trial cabin, his muscular body pinning your soft, plump one. One large hand cupped your chin, tilting your face up to meet his intense, lust-filled gaze.

"God, you are so sexy…"��he purred, thumb brushing over your plump bottom lip. "No more of those sad tears, understand? You look fucking stunning in this lingerie. Like a goddamn wet dream come to life."

His other hand slid down to grope your plush ass, squeezing the supple flesh and pulling your hips flush against his straining erection.

"Feel what you do to me, princess? Feel how hard you make your sensei?" he said, grinding his clothed cock against you. 

"I'm not going anywhere until I've had my fill of this sexy little body. Now be a good girl and let sensei fuck you real good, yeah?"

''B-But we are in the-mph-!''

Without waiting for a response, he crashed his lips against yours in a deep kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to claim every inch of you. His hands roamed your curves greedily, groping and squeezing your soft tits, your ass, anywhere he could reach as he rutted against you like an animal in heat.

His intense blue gaze raked over your trembling form as he advanced on you, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"Nowhere to run now, princess," he purred darkly, backing you up against the wall until she was trapped between the cold surface and his hard, muscular body. "Sensei is going to take real good care of you in here.''

His large, calloused hands slid up your bare thighs, pushing up the short skirt of the lingerie. They dipped beneath the lacy fabric to grope the soft, plush flesh of your ass, squeezing and kneading the supple cheeks.

"Fuck, this ass is perfect," he groaned, giving it a sharp smack. "Gonna leave handprints all over this sexy bubble butt."

One hand moved around to slip between your legs, thick fingers pushing your panties aside to rub at your dripping slit. He could feel how wet she already was, how your pussy clenched and fluttered around his invading touch.

''A-ah~ S-sensei, please s-stop-nh~ Someone might see us~'' Gojo just chuckled darkly at your nervous protest, fingers still pumping steadily in and out of your soaked, gripping cunt. He leaned in close, breath hot against your ear as he growled,

"Who gives a fuck what anyone sees?."

To emphasize his point, he grabbed your plush thigh and lifted it to wrap around his hip, opening you up even more to his hungry touch. His other hand slid under your top to roughly grope and squeeze your tits, tweaking your hardened nipples between his fingers.

He captured your lips in another kiss, swallowing down your cute, needy whimpers and cries. Breaking away, he demanded loudly enough to be heard through the thin walls,

"Just take what sensei gonna give you, little girl. Gonna ruin this tight cunt so good~."

He grinned wickedly and undid his belt and shoved his pants down just enough to pull out his massive, throbbing cock. The thick head flared against your small entrance as he notched himself in position, the fat crown already drooling pre-cum onto your folds. Without wasting time, he shoves his cock to the hilt. You wrap your arms around the neck.

''Ah~hah~''

Gojo held you close as he rocked into you again and again, his strong arms gently cradling your soft curves. He bowed his head to nuzzle into your delicate neck, lips brushing against your racing pulse as he panted hotly in your ear.

"What a good girl you are" he praised, voice a low, approving rumble. "You're being such a good little girl for your daddy, taking this big cock so well. Fuck, your hungry little cunt feels incredible squeezing me like this."

He rolled his hips in a steady rhythm, the thick length of him stretching and filling you in a way that had you seeing stars. One hand slid down to rub slow circles over your sensitive clit, making your petite body clench and shudder.

"That's it, baby, fucking moan for me. Wanna hear those sexy noises while I breed this prime little pussy. Gonna pump you so full of cum, watch this flat tummy swell up with my baby."

Gojo pulled back a bit to admire your small body as it bounced gently with each forceful thrust. His intense blue gaze raked over your big tits, the way the lingerie had ridden up to put them on lewd display. He licked his lips hungrily.

"Look at these tits, baby, fuck. Perfect handfuls. Like a stress ball." He leaned down to capture one rosy peak between his teeth, suckling greedily as he continued his relentless pistoning into your clutching heat. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the small space, punctuated by Gojo's grunts and groans of pleasure.

Gojo grunted and shuddered as his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave, painting your clenching walls white with his thick, hot seed. He held you close, arms tightening around your small, quivering from

Your legs still around his waist and your arms around his neck. His cock is still throbbing inside you. After a few minutes, you ask nervously

''D-do you really think I'm beautiful, sensei…?''

Gojo leaned back to cup your face in his large hands. His intense blue gaze roamed over your flushed cheeks, kiss-swollen lips, and glazed with satisfaction. A slow, wicked grin spread across his handsome face as he murmured,

"Beautiful? Baby girl, you're a goddamn vision. The most gorgeous creature I've ever laid eyes on."

Nudging your nose with his own, Gojo captured your puffy lips in a deep, sensual kiss, pouring all his lust and desire into the intimate embrace.

''I love you more than anything, my dear. You are my everything.'' After breaking the kiss, he whispers breathlessly.

You were drowned with emotions… your lips were shaking. ''*hic* I-I love you too, 'Toru-sensei… You are so-''

Your eyes widened when you heard footsteps approaching. Unlike you, he grinned and giggled, shaking his head when he heard those voices. ''I guess we need to get dressed now, don't we, baby girl~?

[cognitiveoverload]

The joke (Spencer Reid x reader)

summary: Spencer's joke doesn't land with the class, but you find him cute.

tags: fem!reader

note: Takes place at the beginning of 4x08.

1/?

The light bulb joke didn’t land. At all. It wasn’t bad. Well, not that bad, but it wasn’t great either. 

The silence in the room is deafening, and it’s so ridiculous that you can’t bite back the quiet chuckle that’s been threatening to escape your lips ever since that agent fell silent. His eyes shine with hope when they find you, accompanied by a sweet smile, and while it breaks your heart to say it, you can feel the weird looks the other students are sending your way. 

“Sorry, it was just so… quiet,” you say with a hand held up.

Disappointment. That’s what you see in the agent’s eyes after he heard you say that. It breaks your heart because he looks like a genuinely nice guy, but you have a reputation to uphold. It took so much hard work to be as social as possible, attending parties and hanging out with people, all while keeping your grades up, being among the top students. You can’t let finding a cute joke come in the way. 

You don’t pay much attention to the conversation after you hear one of the idiots ask them if they have shot anyone. That must be the most original, most important question you’ve ever heard. Congratulations, moron. Instead, you pull out a book and begin to flip through the pages, but you can feel it. You can feel a pair of eyes finding you over and over again, and when you finally look up and around to see who it is, your gaze falls on the agent, whose hazel eyes are fixed on you. Just when you flash a barely visible smile at him, though, he looks away. 

After their time here comes to an end, you quickly throw everything into your bag, then head down to meet them, because you know you have to apologize. You stop a few feet away, fidgeting with your fingers as you wait for Professor Harris to stop talking. There’s time, you’re not in a hurry to get out. The agent looks at you, his eyes mirroring a moderate amount of excitement, and you can feel the heat rise to your cheek to make you blush. Stupid biology. 

Harris notices this silent exchange, and decides to follow his eyes to see who has caught his attention. When he sees it’s you, he starts grinning and steps back with an arm extended to pull you a little closer to their little circle. “Let me introduce you to one of our brightest students. She’s studying psychology, and she wrote an amazing article that was published in a journal not long ago,” he says. 

Clearing your throat, you extend your hand to them and introduce yourself, and in return, they do the same. Dr. Spencer Reid. Now you definitely learned his name, you won’t be able to forget it, because the moment your hands touched, you could feel that unmistakable spark. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to apologize for that laugh. It wasn’t such a bad joke, it was just really… awkward here,” you say, unintentionally biting on your lower lip. 

Reid shakes his head as he reluctantly, but lets go of your hand. “It’s okay. Maybe these jokes should stay between philosophers,” he tells you with a humorless laugh. 

Next to you, Harris turns to the other agent and asks him if they could exchange a few words, but seeing the meaningful looks they exchange, it’s quite obvious they only want to give the two of you some space. You adjust the strap of your bag as you wait for him to speak up, because you have nothing on your mind. It’s not that you don’t want to talk, you just don’t really know what to say. He’s intelligent, that one’s clear, what could he possibly want from you? He probably wants someone who can challenge him, someone he can consider an equal, someone older than you, someone who’s–

“So, um… your article was published at your age?” he wonders, sounding a little surprised. Maybe he’s right, you're only completing your bachelor’s studies, not everyone takes the time to do these things. When you nod, he goes on. “I’d like to read it. Can you… send it to me?” 

“Sure, if you give me your email address, I’ll send it tonight,” you promise with a smile, still a little taken aback by the fact he’s interested. He didn’t even ask you what it’s about, but he wants to read it regardless of the topic. 

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a business card, which he immediately offers to you. “Thank you, I promise I won’t ghost you,” you assure him again.

Though there’s clearly something else he wants to say, you both turn toward the door when his colleague is calling out for him. You feel a pang of disappointment that your conversation ends before it truly begins, but there’s nothing to do about it. “I’m sorry, I have to go. It was nice to meet you,” he tells you, then awkwardly waves before walking away. 

He’s nice. And charming in his nerdy way. You can’t help but imagine what it would be like if you got to spend a little more time with him, maybe managing to coax him into joining you on your social adventures. Would he learn to enjoy it? Or is he the type who’d rather spend his time at home, reading books? Maybe watching movies or binge-watching TV shows? And would he talk about his work, tell you about some interesting cases? 

God, you’re pathetic. You barely know the guy, yet here you are, already thinking several steps ahead.

[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

Could I request NSFW of Jazz, Armada Starscream, TFP Knockout or Rodimus/Hot Rod being curious about a female reader with a bigger chest? You can pick any I just wanna let you choose whichever seems more interesting! 🩷🩷🩷

I see so many poste about them liking readers being soft, but never really about breasts, I assumed they'd find the softness fascinating.

Count how many times I wrote the word breast:

I went with Jazz and Hot Rod. N/$/4/W. Nothing too explicit, Hot Rods less so. Also No beta. Had fun writing this.

Jazz:

Humans were rather squishy compared to Cybertronians. One grip too hard and squish. Flesh would give under the slightest of pressure, with some resistance to the boney areas. It was still nothing compared to his own metal plating.

Jazz was observant, and through that observation he learned some things about humans. They, like cyebrtronains, came in many shapes sizes and colors. But some of them had round and bouncy somethings on their chests. He assumed it was just their own bit of kibble, just some extra bits. These too, came in various sizes and shapes.

But not like yours.

Jazz couldn't stop himself from starring. How could he not? Every step you took, turn, and even when you laughed, they would bounce. He liked to make you laugh, but now he had more motivation to crack jokes around you. He liked to stare, and you knew he liked to stare. You made it more interesting for him to stare.

Playing with the collar of your shirt, or wearing low cut blouses. He wasn't sure why, but the hot summer day you ran an icecube over you neck and cleavage has his own system over heating. Had to go drive and get some steam out after that.

When fate, or luck, or maybe mutual interest finally got you alone, he got to finally see them uncovered. A bit too eager to take his time, Jazz peels your shirt away with careful servos. Didn't want to rip it, you already threatened to kick his aft if that happened.

the shirt comes off and he is gawking. The curve, the swell, the peak. the way they sat so differently now that you werent wearing anything. He takes a moment to just marvel at them while you lean back on your hands. Jazz could only think of one thing to do with them.

Such pretty sounds came out of your mouth when he put his mouth around one. Mesh glossa flickering over the hardened nipple as you arch and put a hand on his helm. He could do this all day. A servo on one of your tits, the other in his mouth. they really are soft, softer than he expected and it makes him moan around the flesh. When he takes the stiff nipple between his denta, you whine and warn him not to bite.

"Oh don't worry sweet-spark, when I bite, you'll like it." Not iff, when. He could already picture how it would feel to carefully leave his mark. Maybe your thigh, or hip. He wouldn't dream of bruising your beautiful tits.

With a pop, he switches over to the other, Lubricant coating your flesh. Jazz hums in appreciation seeing your grab and play with them yourself. He pulls back, watching, wondering. Could he rut his spike between them?

Hot Rod:

He was taking advantage of the situation, that much you were VERY aware of. It was cold, you were even colder without a jacket, and Hot Rod was very, very warm. All of the bots were, but he was especially so. You hadn't planned on being in the snow without a jacket, and Prime was apologizing profusely when he got you back to base.

Shivering, teeth chattering, you assured the Leader that it was perfectly fine. Hot Rod volunteers to warm you up, and now you were sat in his lap, one servo holding you against his chassis. You sunk back against him, soaking in that warmth when you noticed it the first time. The subtle brush of his digit against your chest. Just his servo flexing, you told yourself. Then it happened again.

He must have thought he was being subtle, not thinking about how his size makes it far from subtle for you, but he was coping a feel. You shake your head. No no... He was curious, hadn't had a lot of time with humans. he was curious.

The edge of his thumb brushes downward, pausing when he feels you nipples poking through the shirt. You should say something. Another soft press. You might want to say something. It's awkward, but the tip of his middle digit is circling one of your nipples. You should really say something if you want this to stop.

The Mech keeps poking and subtly squeezing your chest, getting a little bolder by your lack of response. You could feel your cheeks go warm when he started pushing your breasts up before letting them drop. Even leaning over you to watch them bounce. You want to say something, but Hot Rod chuckles, watching and you don't have the heart. You bite your lip and try to tell yourself it doesn't feel nice.

"What are these?" He asks, putting both massive hands around you. There is a digit on each breast, massaging them. It feels kind of nice, but you gotta stop this, he doesn't understand.

"Hot Rod-" You put a hand over his digits that push and squeeze your chest. He doesn't seem to realize your trying to stop the movement. It's gentle so it doesn't hurt. It feels nice, "These are breasts and you really shouldn't do that.

"Do what?" The massive bot curls over you more, and the heat intensifies.

"Touch them." You breath hitches as he some how manages to pinch the nipples delicately enough to not hurt them. Again, and your jerk with a whimper.

His touch pauses, optics flash and cooling fan clicks on, "Oh?"

Hot Rod keeps you pressed against him, but doesn't move. You're squirming from embarrassment and a heat in your core. Overly warm, craving it and wanting this awkwardness to stop.

"Can I see them?"

Oh this got so much more embarrassing.

"What?"

"You humans cover yourselves right?" He fingers the collar of your shirt, unintentionally making your head tip back, "Can I see them? I noticed yours are bigger than others."

"Some bots have bigger chests." You retort, shivering as his digit keeps pulling down at your collar.

"We don't cover up." His other digit runs over your nipple again. "Whats this?"

"If I show you will you drop it?"

Hot Rod pulls his servos away, still hovering near you. a smile on his face plates as he nods. He is way to eager for this. way too eager for how... innocent he seems about this.

You grumble to yourself before reaching for the edge of your shirt, glancing around. No one else was in here. You hope it stays that way. In one quick swoop, you pull the shirt off. Damnit, should have worn a cute bra today. Why do you care? It's a robot? This was just an old bra that was slightly too small.

Hot Rod makes a noise that may have been cooing. "More coverings?"

"Yeah.... I need it."

"Why?" He rubs a bra strap, trying to get it off your shoulder. He tsks when you smack his digit before reaching behind yourself to unhook it. He makes that noise again when your tits spill out. He is quick to touch again, cupping them with his thumbs.

"Hey! You said See!"

He makes a pouting face, still gently pressing. "Hey, not my fault they're even softer than the rest of you. Too tempting."

His metal was hot on your skin. Were you warm from him, or..

"You... you should stop." You hands rest on the junction that would be his wrist.

"Why?" Hot Rod asks, curling more, leaning close. Caging you in. "Because you like it?"

You can't respond with more than another whimper. Oh he was completely aware, huh?

Hot Rod smiles, happy to keep using you like a stress ball. Cooing and squeezing. Trying to see how else he could get those little sounds out of you.

[mixolya]

ᓚᘏᗢ — beneath the stars, we became one: epilogue ! (wc: 6,5k)

can be read without reading my other chapters ! (though, i'd really appreciate if you read the whole story hihi)

#001 : first official date.

when you both were 17, the world seemed to shimmer with a new kind of magic. the lights of the festival reflected in rin's teal eyes, making them look even more captivating than usual. your arm was linked with his as the two of you strolled through the crowded festival streets. you wondered if he noticed the way you kept stealing glances at him.

the air was alive with energy. everywhere you turned, the colors of the festival fascinating: bright lanterns, vivid banners, and the rich hues of traditional yukatas. rin's yukata, a deep navy one, suited him so perfectly. his calm presence grounded you amid the lively chaos, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself.

"you're quiet," rin said, glancing down at you. "are you okay?"

his steady and low voice pulled you from your thoughts. you looked up at him, the corners of your lips curving into a soft smile. "yeah, just thought about something. it's really lively here."

he hummed in agreement, his eyes scanning the vivid scene. even in the midst of all the noise and colors, rin's presence had a way of making you feel calm.

"i like it," you said after a moment. "but i think i like this even more."

"what's 'this'?" he asked, pulling you closer as the cool evening breeze swept through the festival, rustling the banners and lanterns overhead.

"being here. with you," you admitted softly, your voice almost drowned out by the distant laughter and music.

rin looked at you, his steps faltering slightly as your words hung in the air. for a moment, he didn't know how to respond. his eyes searched yours, a faint hint of surprise flashing across his face. then, almost as if to mask his own uncertainty, his lips twitched into a tiny smirk.

"oh?" he finally said, his tone teasing but warm. "you usually flirted with me so easily, and now you're getting shy just from being here with your boyfriend?"

his words caught you off guard, and your cheeks grew impossibly warmer. you looked away, trying to fight the embarrassed grin tugging at your lips. "don't make it sound like that," you muttered, nudging him lightly with your elbow.

"like what?" he asked, his voice holding the slightest trace of amusement. he wasn't letting this go, clearly enjoying the rare sight of you being flustered.

"like i'm some shameless flirt," you shot back.

he chuckled softly, the sound low and unguarded. "well," he said, his voice dropping slightly, "i remember that one message. what was it again? .. oh yeah, 'there's a really good black friday deal! in my bed! 100% clothes off!'"

your jaw dropped as you whipped your head toward him. "rin!" you exclaimed, your voice a mix of disbelief and embarrassment. "how do you even remember that?"

he shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips. "hard to forget when someone sends that out of nowhere."

you groaned, feeling your cheeks burn. "i was joking! and you know it!"

"yeah? man, i really looked forward to that deal," he said with a sly grin, the teasing in his voice making your face heat even more.

"rin!" you swatted at his arm, unable to hide the mix of embarrasment and laughter bubbling up. "you're impossible."

he chuckled, the sound warm and unguarded, as if he couldn't resist riling you up. "what? i'm just saying, false advertising is a little cruel, you know."

you rolled your eyes, but before you could fire back, something caught your attention. a stall just ahead had an array of plushies on display, and one in particular - a kuromi one - stood out. its adorably pouty face made you gasp.

"look at that!" you tugged on his sleeve, pointing excitedly. "it's so cute!"

rin followed your gaze to the plushie, his brow raising slightly as he surveyed the ring toss game in front of it. without a word, he stepped forward, fishing coins out of his pocket and handing them to the stall owner.

"wait," you said, your eyes widening. "are you going to-?"

"i’ll get it," he interrupted, his voice calm but firm. there was a quiet determination in his tone, and the way his fingers curled around the rings made your chest tighten.

you stood back, watching as he sized up the game. his posture was relaxed, but his focus was sharp. you noticed the small, almost unnoticeable details - how his shoulders squared, how his eyes narrowed slightly in concentration. when he lined up his shot, the tip of his tongue peeked out, just barely brushing his bottom lip.

you didn’t know why, but that little gesture had your heart skipping beats.

the first ring flew through the air in a clean arc and landed squarely around the bottle neck with a resounding clink. your jaw dropped. “no way,” you said, blinking in disbelief. “first try?”

rin handed the stall owner another coin and repeated the throw, landing another ring with ease. the owner laughed, handing him the plushie. rin turned, holding it out to you, his expression neutral but his eyes betraying a flicker of satisfaction.

“here,” he said simply.

you reached for it, hugging the plushie tightly to your chest. “that was amazing,” you said, the awe clear in your voice. then, before you could stop yourself, you blurted, “and so hot.”

his ears turned red instantly. “what?” he asked, his voice stiff with surprise.

“i said you’re really good at games,” you backtracked, grinning to yourself as he avoided your gaze.

the two of you continued walking, and as the excitement from the game faded, a peaceful glow settled over the festival. lanterns swayed gently in the breeze, their light illuminating the cobbled path ahead. you came to a stop in front of a small pond, its surface reflecting the golden glow of the lanterns and the twinkling stars above.

“oh,” you breathed, staring at the scene. “it’s so beautiful.”

“yeah,” rin murmured beside you.

his voice was so soft that it drew your attention. you turned your head, expecting to find him admiring the lanterns or the pond, but his gaze wasn’t on the scene at all - it was on you.

the intensity of his stare made your breath hitch. “what?” you asked quietly, your cheeks warming under his steady gaze.

“nothing,” he muttered, his ears tinged pink as he quickly looked away.

summary: rin is good at everything.

#002 : teaching you maths.

when you both were 17, studying for finals felt like the ultimate test of patience - especially when math was involved. the soft glow of your desk lamp illuminated the small piles of textbooks and notes scattered across the surface. finals were just around the corner, and rin had insisted on coming over to help you prepare - specifically with math, your least favorite subject. you sat cross-legged on your chair, head resting on your hand as rin flipped through your textbook, calm and focused as always.

“you’re really not going to do your homework?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked up from the book.

you groaned dramatically, leaning back in your chair. “it’s not that i can’t do it - it’s just... so boring.”

rin chuckled softly, closing the book with a quiet thud. "right," he said dryly, his eyes locking with yours. "didn't you want to stay valedictorian, or are you giving me the title now?"

you shot him an exaggerated glare, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at your lips. "i'm not giving up the title," you muttered, pulling your legs up into your chair and resting your chin on your knees. "i just think i deserve a break, that's all."

rin sighed, setting the book down and leaning back in his chair. "if you do your homework, i promise i'll give you a reward," he said, the promise in his voice sounding far too tempting for you to ignore.

you raised an eyebrow, curious. "reward? what kind of reward?"

rin looked at you with a playful glint in his eyes, a teasing smile curling at the corners of his lips. "you'll find out if you do your homework," he said cryptically, as if he had something up his sleeve but wasn’t about to spoil the surprise.

you tilted your head, intrigued yet still skeptical. "you're really not gonna tell me what it is?"

"nope," rin replied, his tone light. "you have to earn it. that's how rewards work."

you groaned again, but there was a part of you that was now genuinely curious. "ugh, fine," you muttered, picking up your pencil and glancing down at the math problems in front of you.

rin chuckled under his breath, settling back into his chair, watching you as you turned to the first problem. "just focus," he said, his voice calm and patient. "you're smart, aren't you?"

you shot him a quick, slightly annoyed look, but he only smirked, clearly enjoying the playful banter. as you started working through the problem, you could feel rin’s eyes on you, but you tried to ignore it, focusing on the numbers in front of you.

"okay, so the first step is-" rin began, but you interrupted him before he could finish.

"yeah, yeah, i know," you muttered, scribbling the first step on your paper, your eyes not entirely focused on the problem.

rin raised an eyebrow, clearly seeing that your attention wasn’t fully there. "you’re not listening."

you shot him a guilty look, realizing he’d caught you zoning out. "sorry," you sighed, rubbing your forehead. "it’s hard to concentrate when you're sitting there all calm and serious."

he let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "it’s not gonna get easier if you don’t focus. trust me, you’ll regret it when you see how much you’re behind."

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but feel a little motivation stirring. maybe it was the fact that rin was there, or maybe it was the unspoken promise of a reward waiting for you if you could push through. either way, you refocused and went back to the problem.

"alright," you said with a sigh, "let's get this over with."

rin watched you quietly as you worked, offering gentle guidance when you needed it, but for the most part letting you figure it out on your own. every time you finished a problem, you looked up expectantly, waiting for him to deliver the promised reward, but rin just gave you a small smile, not saying anything.

you were getting frustrated. "rin, where’s my reward?"

he glanced at you, his smirk widening just slightly. "you haven’t finished all your work yet," he said. "keep going, and i’ll make sure it’s worth your while."

you groaned but picked up your pencil again, determined to finish what you’d started. you had to admit, even though math still wasn’t fun, having rin there made it a little easier to bear.

summary: rin is a tease.

#003 : you're impossible.

when you both were 18, things seemed to settle into place more naturally. the night had been perfect - a quiet dinner, a stroll through the city streets, and now, standing in front of your apartment building, the night air was cool and refreshing.

there had always been a comfortable silence between the two of you, and tonight was no exception. you didn’t need to say anything; it was enough just to be together, walking side by side, feeling the warmth of his presence.

as you reached the front of the building, you paused, turning to face him. you couldn't help but smile at the sight of him - the way the light from the streetlamps caught in his hair, the slight tilt of his head as he looked at you. without really thinking, you leaned up on your tiptoes, brushing your lips against his cheek in a soft kiss.

rin immediately tensed, his usual composed expression flickering for just a moment as a faint blush spread across his cheeks. you pulled back, a teasing smile on your face.

"you know," you said, your voice light, "whenever i kiss your cheek, you get so red."

he shifted slightly, rubbing the back of his neck in that way he always did when he was flustered. his eyes dropped to the ground for a moment before he looked back up at you, the corners of his mouth curving into a small, almost shy smile. "i don’t," he muttered, though the evidence was right there in the way his cheeks were flushed.

you laughed softly, your heart warming at how cute he looked when he got embarrassed. "you totally do," you teased, nudging him gently.

rin let out a small sigh, but there was no mistaking the affection in his voice when he spoke next. "you're impossible," he said, though there was a smile hidden in the words.

you stepped closer, your fingers brushing against his as you looked up at him, a soft smile on your lips. the quiet between you both was comfortable, but now, it felt like something more.

"i love you," rin said suddenly, his voice low but full of sincerity.

you blinked, your heart skipping a beat. it wasn’t that you hadn’t known, hadn’t felt it - but hearing him say it out loud was something different. it made everything seem more real, more significant. you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips as you stared at him, the words hanging in the air between you.

you stepped forward, pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss. the moment felt electric, like time slowed down, and everything else in the world faded away.

when you pulled back, you looked at each other, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours. "i love you too," you whispered.

summary: rin gets shy easily.

#004 : who is that?

when you both were 18, things between you and rin had been progressing, and though you were close, it wasn’t always obvious to others just how deep your connection went. it was one of those small moments that made everything clear - like the time you had to sit alone in class because ayane was sick that day.

before you went to school, you gave ayane a few meds and made her breakfast. this meant you had to take your seat in the front of the classroom by yourself. you didn’t mind. it was just another class, another day. but what you didn’t expect was for some random guy from your class to walk over and ask if he could sit next to you.

“hey, you’re y/n, right?” he asked, flashing you a grin. “mind if i sit here? looks like ayane absent today.”

you were a little caught off guard, but you shrugged. “sure, go ahead.”

he slid into the seat next to you without hesitation, and before you knew it, he was striking up a conversation. you weren’t really interested in talking to him, but you didn’t want to be rude, so you responded politely. it wasn’t long before you felt uncomfortable, though. the guy leaned in a little too close, trying to make jokes and keep the conversation going, but it just wasn’t your thing.

meanwhile, rin sat in his usual spot at the back of the classroom, his eyes focused on the notes in front of him. you couldn’t help but notice that every now and then, his gaze would flicker toward you. it was subtle, but you could tell he was aware of the situation. still, he didn’t say anything.

as the bell finally rang, signaling the end of class, you quickly packed your things and left the room, trying to shake off the awkwardness of the situation. rin was already walking ahead of you, his hands in his pockets, his usual aloof expression firmly in place. you jogged to catch up with him, giving him a light tap on the shoulder.

“hey,” you said, trying to lighten the mood, “you’re awfully quiet today. what’s up?”

rin didn’t answer immediately, but when he did, his voice was flat and a little off. “nothing.”

you raised an eyebrow. “really? you seem off.”

he shrugged, still walking ahead. “just didn’t like that guy sitting next to you,” he muttered. you blinked in surprise. “jealous?” you teased, a playful grin tugging at your lips.

“i’m not jealous,” rin replied quickly, but you could see the slight tension in his shoulders. “i just don’t like it when people get too close to you.” you couldn’t help but laugh, teasing him a little more. “aww, you are jealous! admit it!”

rin shot you a glare, though you could tell it was more out of embarrassment than anger. “i'm not jealous, y/n,” he said, his voice a little softer now. “i just don’t like when other people try to get your attention. it's obvious we're together.”

you smiled, walking closer to him and bumping your shoulder into his. “well, don’t worry,” you said, “you’re the only one i’m interested in.” he glanced at you, his face softening just a little. “yeah?” he asked.

you nodded, wrapping your arm around his. “yeah, i’m sure. you’re the only one for me.”

rin’s usual cool exterior returned, but you saw the small smile tug at the corners of his lips. “good,” he muttered, the tension between you both easing.

with that, you both continued your walk home, the unspoken understanding between you clearer than ever.

summary: rin is a jealous, jealous man.

#005 : it hurts.

when you both were 18, rin had a way of noticing the small things, even when you didn’t expect him to. you didn’t know it yet, but he had quietly marked the days on his calendar when you’d usually feel your worst.

it was one of those days. you stayed curled up on your bed, clutching a heating pad to your stomach as waves of discomfort rolled through you. the cramps were relentless, and even the thought of getting up felt like an impossible task.

you sighed, burying your face in the pillow. you didn’t want to complain, but it was one of those days where everything just felt a little too much.

a soft knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts. you frowned, confused - ayane and milya weren't home, and you weren’t expecting anyone. reluctantly, you dragged yourself out of bed, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders as you shuffled to the door.

when you opened it, you were greeted by the sight of rin, standing there with a familiar paper bag in one hand and a water bottle in the other. his expression was calm, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes as he looked you over.

“what are you doing here?” you asked, surprised but happy to see him.

he stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, gently nudging you back toward your room. “you didn’t answer my texts,” he said simply, setting the bag down on your desk. “figured something was up.”

you blinked, realizing you’d completely forgotten to check your phone. “oh. sorry,” you mumbled, shuffling back to your bed and sinking onto it with a groan. “just wasn’t feeling great.”

“i know,” rin said quietly, sitting softly on your bed.

you frowned at him, confused. “what do you mean, you know?”

he glanced away, rubbing the back of his neck. “i keep track,” he admitted, his voice low. “on my calendar. just in case you ever need anything.”

your heart skipped a beat at his words. before you could respond, he reached for the bag and pulled out a neatly wrapped box of cookies.

“figured these might help,” he said, holding them out to you. “it's a long time since we visited that coffee shop.”

you stared at the cookies, warmth blooming in your chest despite the pain. “rin, you didn’t have to-"

“i wanted to,” he cut you off, his tone firm but gentle. “you always take care of everyone else. let me take care of you for once.”

a small smile crept onto your lips as you took the cookies from him, your fingers brushing against his. “I LOVE YOUUU SO MUCH, RINNIE,” you screamed, jumping at him and you both fell onto the bed.

rin didn't need large gestures or elaborate words to show he cared. he showed it in the small, thoughtful things he did - like remembering your favorite cookies and being there when you needed him most.

and that was more than enough.

summary: rin itoshi's love language was acts of service.

#006 : it doesn't change.

when you both were 19, rin’s talent and hard work finally paid off. he made it into japan’s official nationals football team - a dream he’d been chasing since you’d known him. you were beyond proud, but his success came with long days of practice, meetings, and media obligations.

you hadn’t seen him for a week. eight long days without the quiet comfort of his presence, without the subtle warmth he brought into your life. it felt strange not to have him around, and you couldn’t help but miss him more than you thought you would.

when he finally showed up at your door late one evening, you barely had time to react before his arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you into him like he was afraid you might disappear.

“oh! rin-" you started, surprised by the sudden embrace.

“hey baby,” he murmured against your shoulder, his voice soft but firm.

you froze for a moment, then slowly relaxed into his hold, your arms coming up to wrap around him. he was warm, and the way he clung to you made your heart ache in the best way.

“i missed you so much,” he said quietly, his voice muffled against your hair.

your fingers tightened around the back of his shirt, grounding him. “i missed you too,” you whispered, a small smile tugging at your lips.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his usual composed demeanor nowhere to be found. his eyes were softer, vulnerable in a way you didn’t see often. “i don’t want to let go of you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

your heart skipped a beat at his words. rin wasn’t one to express his emotions so openly, but when he did, it always left you breathless.

“then don’t,” you replied softly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of his face. “i’m not going anywhere.”

he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly as if he was savoring the moment. “it’s been so busy,” he murmured. “but all i could think about was you.”

you felt your chest tighten, overwhelmed by the weight of his words. “yeah?” you said gently, taking his hand in yours. “you’re here now.”

he looked at you, his expression a mix of gratitude and longing, before pulling you back into his arms. this time, the embrace was softer, less urgent but no less meaningful. for a while, you just stood there in the quiet, holding each other as the world outside faded away.

“i’m so proud of you, rin,” you whispered against his chest. “you’ve worked so hard for this.”

his arms tightened around you, and you felt the faintest smile against your hair. “it doesn’t mean anything if i can’t share it with you,” he said, his voice steady and full of conviction.

you stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in each other’s warmth, neither of you wanting to let go.

the peace didn’t last long, though, as you heard a muffled voice from the couch.

“ew, can you two not?” milya groaned, exaggerating her disgust as she tossed a pillow in your direction. rin chuckled softly but didn’t pull away from you, clearly content where he was.

“look who’s talking,” you shot back. “you’re the one practically glued to chigiri over there.” milya crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, her face scrunching in mock offense. “we’re subtle, thank you very much.”

“subtle?” chigiri snorted, raising his head from the back of the couch. “you’ve got the blanket wrapped around you like a burrito, and you’re not even trying to hide it.”

you laughed but then turned to rin, whose hands were still holding onto you. “seriously, though,” you began, voice tinged with playful frustration, “hyoma, you fucking lied to me. you told me rin wouldn’t be home until next week!"

summary: rin itoshi is a lover boy.

#007 : huh?

when you both were 22, life had changed in ways you hadn’t expected. rin had just wrapped up an important season with the national football team, and things between you two were going incredibly well. you had both grown so much, and your relationship felt like it was settling into something permanent.

you found yourselves on the bed, curled up together with a movie playing in the background. the usual comfort of rin’s presence was even more evident tonight, as his body was pressed against yours. you could feel his warmth, the steady rise and fall of his chest as he relaxed, his hand gently resting on your thigh.

the movie faded into the background, your attention slowly shifting to rin. there was a shift in the air, and you could sense he had something on his mind.

“hey,” rin said, breaking the comfortable silence. his voice was quiet, a little hesitant, which was unusual for him.

“yeah?” you turned toward him, raising an eyebrow.

he shifted slightly, eyes meeting yours. “have you ever thought about... moving in together?”

you blinked, not expecting the question at all. you stared at him for a second, the words sinking in. it wasn’t the first time you’d talked about your future, but this felt different. this wasn’t just a passing thought; rin was serious.

“you mean, like… us living together?” you asked, making sure you were hearing him correctly.

rin nodded, his expression a little more vulnerable than you were used to. “yeah. i mean, we’ve been together for a while now, and i just thought maybe it’s time.”

your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a little caught off guard. living together - really living together - was a huge step. but at the same time, you couldn’t deny the fact that it felt right.

you smiled, your heart softening at how much he was thinking about the future with you. “you know, i've thought about it too.”

rin’s face softened at your words, relief flooding his features. “really?”

“yeah,” you nodded, taking his hand in yours. “i mean, i love being with you. and we’ve been making this work for so long now.” you hesitated, your thumb tracing circles on the back of his hand. “it makes sense, doesn’t it?”

rin’s eyes lit up at your response, a small but genuine smile tugging at his lips. “so, is that a yes?”

you chuckled, leaning in to kiss his cheek, the familiar warmth of his skin making everything feel more real. “yeah, rinnie. it’s a yes.”

he grinned, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t let you go. “good,” he whispered, “because i can’t imagine living with anyone else.”

you settled back into his arms, feeling that sense of certainty wash over you. this was it. this was the next step. you and rin, together.

summary: rin itoshi always had a way to make you breathless.

#008 : one step further.

when you both were 23, you and rin had grown even closer, your bond stronger than ever. the years together had been filled with memories - trips, laughter, challenges, and so much more. the two of you had just wrapped up a vacation, a short getaway to the beach, where you both decided to relax and unwind after a busy few months.

the sun was setting, casting golden hues across the sky as the waves crashed against the shore. it was the kind of evening where everything seemed perfect, and the moment felt suspended in time. you and rin were walking along the beach, hand in hand, the soft sand beneath your feet as you both made your way toward a quiet spot near the water.

rin had been unusually quiet during your walk, but you didn’t think much of it. he was often lost in thought, especially during peaceful moments like this. but there was something in the way he was holding your hand, something in the way he kept glancing at you, that made you realize this was different.

“hey,” rin finally said, his voice low and filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite place.

“hm?” you looked up at him.

he stopped walking and turned toward you, his eyes locking with yours. for a moment, neither of you spoke. it was as if the world around you had faded away, leaving only the two of you standing there.

“you know,” he started, his voice slightly shaking as he spoke, “i've been thinking a lot lately. about everything we’ve been through, and everything that’s still ahead of us.” he took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving yours. “i can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

you felt your heart race, sensing the weight of his words. you smiled softly, not quite sure what he was leading up to.

“rin?” you asked, your voice a gentle whisper.

he swallowed, his hand tightening around yours, and then, out of nowhere, he reached into his pocket.

you blinked in surprise as he pulled out a small, velvet box, the kind you’d seen in movies but never imagined would be part of your reality. your breath caught in your throat as he opened it, revealing a delicate ring nestled inside.

“will you marry me?” rin asked, his voice steady but filled with so much love and sincerity.

you froze, staring at the ring in shock. this was happening. it wasn’t a dream.

“are you serious?” you whispered, your heart pounding in your chest.

he nodded, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “i've never been more serious about anything in my life. i love you so much, and i want to spend the rest of my life with you. because i want you to be mine. selfishly, thoughtlessly mine. just like the first time i said it."

the world around you seemed to pause as you took in his words. you couldn’t believe it. the man you loved, the one who had been by your side through everything, was asking you to marry him.

without thinking, you threw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. “yes,” you breathed, your voice thick with emotion. “yes, rin, of course, yes!”

rin laughed, relief flooding his face as he pulled away slightly to slip the ring onto your finger. the moment felt surreal, like a dream you didn’t want to wake up from.

“thank you,” he murmured, kissing your forehead as he cupped your face in his hands. “i've been wanting to ask you for so long.”

you smiled, your heart soaring as you looked at the ring and then back at him. “i can’t believe this is happening,” you whispered, your voice filled with wonder.

rin smiled back, his eyes twinkling with happiness. “it’s happening, and i promise I’m going to make you the happiest person in the world.”

the waves crashed nearby, the sun dipping below the horizon, but none of it mattered. you had everything you needed right in front of you. the man you loved, and the life you were about to build together.

summary: rin itoshi is the one.

#009 : what's this?

when you both were 25, life seemed to be unfolding in the most perfect way. you and rin had been married for a little over two years, and things between you two were better than ever. the house you shared was full of laughter, love, and the kind of happiness that only comes from building a life with someone you truly care about.

it was a lazy satursay morning, and you and rin were enjoying a rare day off. the sun streamed through the windows, casting a soft glow over the kitchen as you prepared breakfast together. rin was flipping pancakes while you set the table, humming along to some random tune in your head.

there was an air of contentment between you two, something peaceful and steady. but what you didn’t expect was the wave of excitement and nervousness that washed over you as you stood by the counter, trying to act normal. your hands trembled slightly, and you could feel your heart race as you looked down at the pregnancy test in your hand.

you’d taken it earlier, just to be sure, and now you had the answer in front of you. a baby.

you swallowed hard, trying to steady your breath. this was it. you were about to share the news with rin.

as you watched him, laughter in his eyes as he joked about the pancakes being burnt, you felt a strange combination of excitement and nervousness. this was a big moment, one that would change everything for both of you.

finally, you took a deep breath and walked over to rin, who had just placed the last pancake on the plate. you set the test down on the counter in front of him.

rin paused, his eyes widening slightly as he looked from the test to your face. “what’s this?” he asked, his voice suddenly filled with curiosity.

you bit your lip, trying to hold back the nervous smile tugging at your lips. “rin…” you started, your voice quiet but steady. “we’re going to have a baby.”

for a moment, rin just stared at you, his expression unreadable. and then, slowly, his eyes softened, and a wide grin spread across his face.

“wait, seriously?” he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and joy. you nodded, your own smile growing as you reached for his hand. “yeah, seriously.”

rin blinked a few times, as if processing the words, and then he let out a laugh - joyful, pure, and completely overwhelming. he stepped toward you, pulling you into a tight embrace.

“oh my god, this is- this is amazing,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “we’re going to be parents.”

you laughed too, the weight of the news finally sinking in. it felt so surreal, but it was perfect. rin, the love of your life, was going to be the father of your child.

“we are,” you agreed, your voice full of happiness.

rin pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “i'm going to be a father."

you chuckled, cupping his cheek as you leaned in to kiss him. “you will.”

rin kissed you back, the moment lingering between you two. and as you pulled away, you couldn’t help but think about the life you were about to start together - one filled with even more love, laughter, and little moments that would make your family feel whole.

summary: rin itoshi will be a good father.

#010 : the other woman.

when you both were 28, life had taken on a comfortable rhythm. work, family, and all the little moments in between had woven together into something truly beautiful. you and rin had built a life that felt like home, and it was even sweeter now with your little one, who was growing faster than either of you had expected.

on this particular day, you had an important interview, and rin was on dad duty, spending the afternoon alone with your daughter. he was completely smitten with her, and today was no different.

your daughter was now almost three years old, full of energy and curiosity, and she had a way of turning every moment into something magical. rin was in the living room, sitting on the floor with her as she tried to stack blocks, her tiny hands fumbling with them, but her determination unwavering.

“careful, sweetie,” rin said, his voice calm and gentle as he helped her place a block on top of another.

she giggled, looking up at him with her big eyes full of excitement. “daddy, look!” she said, pointing at the small tower of blocks she had built.

“wow, you’re so smart,” rin said, his voice full of pride. he leaned in, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “that’s amazing.”

your daughter beamed, her face lighting up with joy at the praise. “daddy, again!” she said, reaching for more blocks. rin smiled at her, his heart swelling with love for the tiny person who had captured it completely.

“alright, let’s make the biggest tower ever,” rin said, picking up a block and carefully adding it to her pile. as they worked together, he couldn’t help but laugh when she knocked it over again, sending the blocks scattering across the floor.

“oops!” she exclaimed, giggling. rin chuckled and shook his head, watching her with adoration.

“you sure know how to make a mess, don’t you?” he teased, reaching down to gather the blocks back into a pile. she tried to help but ended up making it even more chaotic, her little hands eager but uncoordinated.

rin’s phone buzzed from the counter, and he paused for a moment, checking the time. just a few more minutes until you’d be home.

“you’re a handful, but i wouldn’t trade you for anything,” rin murmured, smiling down at his daughter. she looked up at him, her eyes full of trust and affection.

suddenly, she reached out for him, her tiny arms open wide, wanting to be held. rin immediately scooped her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest.

“my little angel,” he whispered softly, kissing her forehead.

your daughter snuggled into him, her eyes starting to close as she grew tired from all the play. rin held her close, feeling her small breaths against his chest. it was moments like this that reminded him how lucky he was to be her dad.

he couldn’t wait to see you again and share all the little things she’d done while you were gone, but for now, he cherished this quiet, peaceful moment with his daughter.

as she drifted off to sleep in his arms, rin smiled, knowing that no matter what the future held, this - being her dad - was everything.

summary: rin itoshi is a girl dad.

what did you learn after all this? rin itoshi is your man.

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Sharing is Caring - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader x Kwon Ji-Yong/G-Dragon part 2

Summary: For weeks you couldn't get either man out of your head, but what happens whenever they finally find you and have a chance to speak with you again.

Warnings: None for this part, all fluff for you lovelies <3

After that night you tried to go back to your usual life, but it was hard whenever everything reminded you of the two men you had slept with, it was a first for you, most guys you got with were always vanilla, so spending that night with Seung Hyun and Ji Yong was a complete 180 for you, not that you were complaining. You attempted to find them on social media, but after looking up their names and seeing the extensive internet history of them being famous and apart of a huge K-pop group, you were quickly scared away.

Seung Hyun and Ji-Yong were having the same exact issue as you, desperately trying to figure out who exactly you were, but without a last name it was proving to be a lot more difficult than they had originally thought. After reaching out to a few friends the boys were quick to learn your name, thank god Ji-Yong had taken a video of the boys at the club, catching you not far off in the background of it. Whenever you got message from Ji-Yong you were concerned at first, until he explained that your friend, Mi-Su, had given him your number. Agreeing to meet again at your apartment considering they had already been there you all sat in the living room. You felt flustered under their gazes, knowing that the last time they saw you, you weren't exactly sober. "We can't stop thinking about you" Ji-Yong started nervously, this topic wasn't exactly something you could just cut to the point with, but Ji-Yong wasn't really sure how to ease into it. You could feel your face heat up as Ji-Yong spoke, looking down at your hands "I-I've thought about you two as well" You shyly admitted, your admission caused both boys' hearts to jump, looking back up to see their reactions, you saw them both looking at each other. "So....what does that mean?" You asked after a moment, messing with your rings nervously, you weren't exactly sure why they were here, but you figured with you not being able to get them out of your head, why not have them come over and talk like they want to?

"We um..We talked about it...and if you're okay with it..we both wanna take you out" Seung Hyun nervously mumbled out, scratching the back of his neck as he looked down at his shoes "Only if you're okay with it, y/n" Ji-Yong jumped in, watching your face closely as you processed their request, both of them? "So..like..two boyfriends?" You asked tilting your head confused, Ji-Yong couldn't hide his smile at your cuteness "Basically..yea" He answered sheepishly, his freshly dyed red hair falling in front of his eyes. "I..um.." You stopped, were you really about to do this? What has your life come to? You worked at a half ass restaurant as a cook, and now two famous k-pop idols were wanting you to be their girlfriend, what the fuck.

You noticed their nervousness, Ji-Yong repeatedly adjusting his beanie, Seung Hyun messing with his hands, his eyes never meeting yours until you replied "Sure" You shrugged smiling, watching both of their heads turn towards you quickly in shock "R-Really?" Seung Hyun asked in shock, glancing at you and then Ji-Yong, almost like he couldn't believe what the hell he was hearing. "Yea, You both seem really sweet, and hot, so why not, as long as I won't mess with you two as friends" You explained calmly, trying to stay calm, knowing you'd call your friend later to freak out about your situation. "No, No we've already talked about it" Ji-Yong assured before smiling softly "So would you..wanna stay for dinner?" You asked softly, motioning to your kitchen nervously.

The next week was amazing, you had spent it with both men, learning more about them while starting to realize you really liked the two. "Y/n?.." You heard Seung Hyun's half asleep voice call from the living room, groaning and rolling out of your bed, you slowly shuffled to the living room where both Ji-Yong and Seung Hyun stood, finally ready for work "I was laying down, this better be good" You huffed crossing your arms under your blanket that you had wrapped around you "You're adorable, Aegiya" Ji-yong smiled, pressing a short kiss to your forehead before looking to Seung Hyun "We have to rehearse today, but did you want to come to our place?..You can meet Dae-Sung and Tae-Yang?" Seung Hyun asked softly, resting a hand on your shoulder "You can wear that, if your heart is set on it" He offered, you just nodded going to get your phone and other things you'd need, you'd be damned if you were getting all dressed up this early in the morning, the sun hadn't even come up yet, and wasn't for a few more hours. Both boys just laughed as you shuffled back to them, leaning into Seung Hyun's side as Ji-Yong opened the door for you both before taking your hand holding it gently as Seung Hyun wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

You laid around for about six hours before you heard the door open and different voices start to echo off of the walls "Oh Y/nnn!" You heard Ji-Yong's voice call, you slowly got up from your spot, peeking out of the room before shyly walking out towards the group of men that stood waiting in the living room "Guys! Meet Y/n, she's amazing" Seung Hyun smiled brightly, you waved softly chewing on your bottom lip gently was you approached them all, Ji-Yong wrapped his arms around you quickly, resting his head on your shoulder as you shook Dae-Sung and Tae-Yang's hands, giving Seung Hyun a soft smile as he kissed your knuckles gently "Aein" He greeted as you blushed brightly resting your head on Ji-Yong's as the others spoke, the entire night Dae-Sung had a weird feeling about you, the way you were dating Ji-Yong but the way you interacted with Seung Hyun was weird, the thing that confirmed it? Was after Ji-Yong fell asleep, Dae-Sung had caught you and Seung Hyun making out, his arm propping against the wall keeping you pinned as his lips were firmly pressed against yours. Sneaking into his friends room he quickly shook Ji-Yong "Buddy, bro, wake up" He grunted, sighing in relief whenever Ji-Yong sat up tiredly looking at him confused "Your girlfriend is out there making out with Seung Hyun" He whispered, pointing towards the wall, Ji-Yong just huffed dropping his back into the pillows "You don't care?" He asked after a moment, Dae-sung was confused, why the hell was his friend not upset right now? "He's allowed to, bro" He grumbled into his pillows "She's his girl too" He added on before turning his back to Dae-sung pulling the blankets back over his face.

The two spent the night talking about possibilities on what could be going on between their two friends and you, only to be caught by Seung Hyun a few hours later. While he explained to the others, you were laying next to Ji-Yong, laying pieces of his hair out of the way of his face, he was even pretty whenever he slept, and it frustrated you a little bit, how could both men be so effortlessly perfect? As you laid there, now glaring at the ceiling, Ji-Yong's arm draped across your waist, Seung Hyun walked in chuckling at your glare "What's going on, Aein?" He asked softly, shutting the door behind him as he crawled on the other side of you, plopping himself down before laying his arm slightly higher than Ji-Yong's on your waist "How are you both this good looking, but I have to spend forty minutes trying to get my hair to work with me in the mornings" You huffed, turning your head to glare at him "You truly are adorable" Was all he replied, chuckling softly to himself before pressing his lips to your jaw gently "I'm going to fall asleep soon though..If you need anything just wake me up okay?" He asked softly, even in the dark you could make out his features, and how truly beautiful he looked "Got it" You smiled softly, turning to lay your head on his chest as Ji-Yong turned on his side to wrap his arm around you.

The next morning, you woke up with only one of the men in bed with you, Seung Hyun was still fast asleep next to you as your phone buzzed again with a message

'Got called in for solo rehearsal, be back soon <3'

You sent back a heart before dropping your phone back on the mattress turning towards one of your boyfriends "Seung..." You whispered, placing a hand on his bare chest, his bright blue hair a frizzy mess as he slowly peeked his eyes open, smiling softly at you before closing his eyes again, you huffed, needing him to wake up in order for you to get out of bed, grabbing your phone to ask Ji-Yong what exactly to do. After getting your answer you turned your attention back to Seung Hyun, cupping his cheeks "Aein..wake upp" You whined softly, not wanting to be too loud incase their other bandmates were home, Seung Hyun huffed, attempting to turn away from you, after realizing he wouldn't be able to he sighed opening his eyes "Shhh I'm sleeping with girlfriend" He whispered, pulling you closer to him "Noooo! Seung Hyun I need to gooo" You whined trying to fight against his tired grip "Why?.." He mumbled as he slowly opened an eye again "I have work, My love" You whispered, pressing your lips gently to his before trying to get back up "Just..stay here, its okay" He huffed, not loosening his grip, you sighed smiling at him "Fine, since I like you a tiny bit" You teased, Seung Hyun gave you playful glare before pulling you close to him, giggling softly you traced circles on his chest sighing "Are we just going to lay in bed all day?" You asked, your tone still teasing as he looked at you smiling "Mmmm maybe until Ji gets back" He said shrugging, tracing his fingers up and down your arm "Do you know how beautiful you are?" He asked softly, tilting his head gently as you blushed, dropping your head against his chest "Don't say that.." You giggled, he just grabbed your hand smiling "I'm gonna say it, because it's true" He whispered playfully, you just rolled your eyes "Fine then, do you know how beautiful you and Ji are?" You fired back, watching as his cheeks turned a soft shade of pink "Seriously, you just woke up and already you're making my knees weak?" You giggled, smiling as he looked at you in confusion "How?!" He asked laughing loudly, you just smacked his arm softly as you blushed.

You both did indeed lay in bed all day, whenever Ji-Yong walked in he was greeted by you both laying in his bed laughing loudly at something on Seung Hyun's phone "He looks so adorable! I love it!" You smiled grabbing his phone to send yourself the picture of a sleeping Ji-Yong that was sleeping in an airport, hanging halfway off of the chairs while holding a stuffed animal. "What do you have that's making our beautiful girl laugh that hard?" Ji-Yong asked smiling as he leaned against the doorframe, watching as you both looked at him giggling and chuckling "Seung Hyun was showing me pictures of you" You replied sweetly, staying in your spot next to Seung Hyun, your head resting on his shoulder as you slid his phone back into his hand "She missed you, but didn't want to bother you after I explained what rehearsals were" Seung Hyun explained smiling, loving how sweet you were to not only him but his best friend as well. "Aww, sweet girl" He smiled brightly, making his way over to the bed hugging you tightly "What're the plans today? Have you guys even moved out of bed?" Ji-Yong asked after pulling away from your hug "We did for a little bit, it's just so comfortable in here" You objected before offering your hand "Come see for yourself" You tempted, waving your hand gently as Ji-Yong took it gently flopping next to you on the mattress, scooting closer to you as he looked over at Seung Hyun's phone "Really! I thought you meant my good pictures!" He protested whining, Seung Hyun laughed shaking his head as he muttered 'never' as you smiled cupping his cheeks "Don't worry, Ji, he showed me" You assured sweetly, causing his heart to swoon, as the three of you laid in bed you sighed, not knowing how you ended up in this situation, but you weren't at all complaining.

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All I Want for Christmas Is You ━ 홍중

genre: fluff (just a tad), smut summary: after getting stranded in your car during a winter storm with Hongjoong, you find other means to pass the time warnings: est relationship, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap up irl!), car sex (defintely forgot something) pairing: nonidol!hongjoong x fem!reader wc: 1.9k a/n: DAY 4!!! nets: @blossomnet @k-labels @k-films

The wind howled outside, slamming against the windows of your car like a wild animal trying to break in. Snowflakes swirled in chaotic spirals, obscuring the road ahead and coating everything in a thick blanket of white. You tugged your coat tighter around you, but it was no use—the cold had already seeped into your bones. The heater sputtered weakly, barely holding its own against the storm.

“Hongjoong,” you murmured, your teeth chattering as you glanced at him in the driver’s seat. His hands were still gripping the wheel, even though the car hadn’t moved in what felt like hours. “How long do you think we’re going to be stuck here?”

He exhaled sharply, his breath visible in the frigid air. “I don’t know. The tow truck said they’d come as soon as they could, but…” He trailed off, gesturing vaguely at the windshield. “This isn’t exactly ideal weather for rescuing stranded idiots.”

You snorted despite yourself. “Speak for yourself. You’re the one who thought driving through this was a good idea.”

Hongjoong shot you a look, his dark brows knitting together in mock offense. “Oh, so now it’s my fault? Remind me again who begged to stop for ‘just one more coffee’ before we left?”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the grin tugging at his lips stopped you. Even in the middle of a snowstorm, half-frozen and completely stranded, he had a way of making you forget everything else. Your fiancé’s sharp features were softened by the dim glow of the dashboard lights, his black hair tousled from running his fingers through it in frustration. His leather jacket clung to his shoulders, and you couldn’t help but notice how the faint sheen of sweat on his skin caught the light.

You bit your lip, suddenly feeling warmer than you had a moment ago. “Okay, fine. Maybe I’m partially to blame.”

“Partially?” Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, leaning closer. His voice dropped, low and teasing. “Try fully.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart was racing now. The space between you seemed to shrink with every second, the tension thickening like the snow piling up outside. You reached out, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “You’re such a brat, you know that?”

His smirk widened, and before you could react, he caught your hand in his. His touch was warm, sending a jolt of electricity through you. “And yet, here you are. Stuck with me.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The world outside faded away, leaving only the sound of your breathing and the faint thrum of the engine. Hongjoong’s gaze flicked to your lips, then back to your eyes, and you felt a familiar heat stir deep within you. It wasn’t just the cold making you shiver anymore.

“You’re staring,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the storm.

“So are you,” he countered, his thumb tracing slow circles on your palm. His touch was maddening, deliberate and unhurried, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to you. “What are you thinking about?”

You swallowed hard, your mind spinning. “That maybe… we should find a way to pass the time.”

“Oh?” His eyes darkened, and his grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly. “And what did you have in mind?”

You didn’t answer—not with words, anyway. Instead, you leaned in, closing the gap between you until your lips were just a breath apart. Hongjoong’s sharp intake of air was the only warning you got before he closed the distance, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss.

It was all fire and need, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that made your head spin. One of his hands slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as the other found your hip, his fingers digging into your flesh through the fabric of your jeans. You gasped into his mouth, your hands flying to his chest to steady yourself, but that only seemed to spur him on. He broke the kiss just long enough to murmur, “Tell me what you want,” before reclaiming your lips with a fierceness that left you breathless.

Your mind raced, torn between the rational part of you that knew this was madness and the part that didn’t care. The storm raged on outside, but inside the car, the only thing that mattered was the way Hongjoong’s body pressed against yours, the way his touch set your skin ablaze.

“God, Hongjoong,” you breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair. “I want—”

Before you could finish, he cut you off with another kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your toes curl. His hands moved lower, slipping under the hem of your sweater to explore the bare skin underneath. The contrast between his warm palms and the icy air sent a shiver down your spine, and you arched into his touch with a soft moan.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled against your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

You didn’t trust yourself to speak, not when his lips were trailing kisses along your jaw, not when his hands were roaming your body with a possessiveness that made your knees weak. Instead, you let your actions speak for you, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt until your hands met the hard planes of his chest. His skin was hot beneath your fingertips, and you couldn’t resist leaning in to press a kiss to the hollow of his throat.

Hongjoong groaned, his hands tightening on your hips as he pulled you into his lap. The steering wheel dug into your back, but you barely noticed—not when his erection was pressing insistently against your thigh, not when his lips were skimming over the curve of your ear.

“You feel that?” he rasped, his voice rough with desire. “That’s all for you.”

You whimpered, grinding against him instinctively. The friction was delicious, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. “Joong—”

“Tell me,” he demanded, his fingers hooking under the waistband of your pants. “Tell me you want this.”

You nodded frantically, your nails digging into his shoulders as he pulled your jeans down just far enough to expose your wetness to the cold air. “Yes, yes, please—”

“Good girl,” he purred, his fingers slipping between your folds to tease you with maddening precision. His eyes locked onto yours, dark and intense, as he added, “Now let me hear you.”

You arched into him, desperate for more friction, more heat, more of him. The car windows were fogged up from your ragged breaths, the world outside forgotten as the storm raged on. All that mattered was the way his fingers curled inside you, stroking just right to make your hips jerk uncontrollably.

“Joong—” you gasped, clutching at his arm. “I can’t—please—”

“Can’t what?” he taunted, his voice low and rough. He added a second finger, stretching you deliciously, and you moaned at the sensation. His free hand gripped your thigh, holding you open for him as he worked you relentlessly. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

You whined, your head falling back against the seat as pleasure coiled tight in your core. “I need you,” you begged, your voice trembling. “I need you inside me, Joong—please.”

Hongjoong’s eyes darkened, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured, “Since you asked so nicely…” He withdrew his fingers, leaving you whimpering at the loss, and shifted in the cramped space of the car. His hands fumbled with his belt buckle, the sound of it unbuckling sending a jolt of anticipation through you.

When he finally pushed down his jeans, freeing his hard length, you couldn’t help but reach for him. Your fingers wrapped around him, stroking lightly, and he hissed through clenched teeth. “Fuck, you’re impatient,” he muttered, though the way his hips bucked into your touch betrayed his own desperation.

You smirked up at him, even as your pulse raced. “You like it.”

He growled, catching your wrist and pinning it above your head. “Careful,” he warned, his tone playful but edged with hunger. “Not sure if you’ve noticed, but we’re not exactly spoiled for space here. Thought you might appreciate me taking my time.”

You bit your lip, squirming under his hold. “Take your time later,” you urged, dragging your free hand down his chest. “Right now, I just need you.”

Hongjoong groaned, releasing your wrist to brace himself against the car seat. He positioned himself between your legs, his tip brushing against your slick entrance, and you shivered at the contact. “You’re sure?” he asked, his voice softer now, laced with concern despite the tension thick in the air.

You nodded, lifting your hips to meet his. “Yes,” you breathed. “I’m sure.”

With a low growl, he sank into you in one slow, torturous thrust. The stretch was exquisite, filling you completely, and you gasped out his name as he stilled, giving you a moment to adjust. His forehead rested against yours, his breathing ragged as he fought to keep control.

“You feel so fucking good,” he rasped, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “Always so perfect for me.”

You clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move. The pace was steady at first, each stroke deep and deliberate, but it didn’t take long for his restraint to fracture. His thrusts grew faster, harder, the sound of skin against skin mixing with the howling wind outside. The car rocked slightly with the force of them, but neither of you cared.

Every nerve in your body was alight, every touch, every kiss, every word from his lips driving you closer to the edge. His mouth found yours again, kissing you hungrily as he fucked you with relentless intensity. You could feel the coil inside you tightening, winding tighter and tighter until—

“Joong, I’m close,” you panted, breaking the kiss to bury your face in his shoulder. “Please—don’t stop—”

He chuckled darkly, slowing his pace just enough to drive you mad. “Beg for it,” he demanded, his voice rough with desire. “Tell me how much you want to come.”

You let out a frustrated whine, your hips jerking up to chase his. “Please, Joong, I need it—want to come for you—need you to make me—”

“Good girl,” he praised, his hand slipping between your bodies to circle your clit. His touch was electric, and combined with the way he filled you, it was too much. Pleasure crashed over you in waves, your body shaking as you cried out his name.

Hongjoong swore under his breath, his own release hitting him hard. He buried himself deep inside you, his movements growing erratic as he followed you over the edge. For a moment, everything was quiet except for the sound of your mingled breaths and the faint creak of the car settling.

He collapsed against you, his weight pressing you into the seat, but you didn’t mind. His lips brushed against your neck, trailing lazy kisses as he murmured, “Told you we’d find a way to pass the time.”

You laughed softly, running your fingers through his hair. “You were right,” you admitted, though your smile faded as you glanced out the fogged-up window. The storm showed no signs of letting up, and the thought of someone finding you both like this sent a rush of embarrassment through you. “What if—?”

“Don’t worry,” he interrupted, his tone reassuring. “We’ll hear them coming.” He kissed you again, slow and sweet, before adding with a mischievous grin, “Besides, I’m not done with you yet.”

Your breath caught at the promise in his words, and before you could respond, his hands were already moving again, exploring, teasing. “Joong—”

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips tracing the curve of your ear. “Let me take care of you.”

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[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

Can you write about what the brothers would say about mc pegging them? 😌 Like mc asks and what would happen if the brother said yes?

Ohhh yes I've been waiting for a ask about this 😺

Brothers & side characters reaction to MC asking to peg them

Lucifer

Once the words came out of MC's mouth he looked at them horrified. "What?" He asks like MC just said something wrong on accident. Once he found out MC was serious he shut it down. "Absolutely not only I'm allowed to top " he huffs out. Though through some begging he does say maybe.

Mammon

He immediately turns red and yells out a "WHAT!?". After calming him down he then mumbles out "uh...maybe if yer nice about it..." Let's be honest he does want it and he doesn't want it nice

Levi

"E-EH!?" He immediately panics. Of course he knew what that was how could he not. He calmed down enough to speak and looks at MC with a red face and nervous trembly voice "I-I might agree t-to that..." He stutters out

Satan

His eyes widen and he sits there stunned for a moment. "Uh...what?" He says still shocked MC would ask such a thing. Once he finds out they are serious he blushes hard "....I might think about it okay. DO NOT SPREAD THIS AROUND" He states

Beel

Completely confusion. Once MC explains what it is he blushes. "Ah....I could try it ..I don't know how well it would work .." he says. He of course was willing to anything MC brought to the table

Belphie

He immediately glares at you but his face is red. "Are you serious MC?" He says bitterly. He kept being sassy before suddenly stating after some silence was left between the two "....maybe" and he storms off as MC has a sly grin on their face.

Diavolo

He blushes hard but laughs a bit nervously "c-come again MC?😃" He says. He eventually nods his head he's down for anything he's literally head over heels for MC completely. "It sounds exciting...I'll be willing to try it!"

Barb

He raises a brow and sets down his tea. "If you're serious about it then so am I" he says and looks MC dead in the eyes. He's not backing down from a challenge and also it's pleasing MC sooo

Solomon

His eyes widen "what-" he then laughs a bit thinking MC is joking. "Oh you're serious..." He then looks away then back at MC like he's contemplating something before sighing "I guess ...I'm willing to try it out" he says. He really doesn't know where this will go...

Simeon

His whole face heats up and he stutters out "W-What?" He knew exactly what that was because he's thought about it often. He does shyly nod after Mc responds again.

Meso

He immediately spits out his tea and starts coughing. He glares at MC with a red face "don't play with me you know I wouldn't enjoy that" he says and pouts turning away from MC. Great another bitch fit

Thriteen

Stares at MC and sighs "finally I was waiting forever" she suddenly says. She's been wanting MC to for a while now. "Everything is ready when you want to do it" she says oh so nonchalant.

Raphael

He looks at MC then sighs "I don't know what that means but I'm sure it has some sexual innuendo to it" he says and rubs his temple. After Mc explained his cheeks tinted a bit "well...its not as bad as I thought it would be" he says and MC perks up "I never said yes" he immediately chimed in shutting down MC. He does think about it though.

[prisjean]

lifting love | caleb x reader

synopsis: a little fluff of you and caleb at the gym, he helps you lift but notice your gaze on his muscles wink wink

a/n: i would like to be recognized as “caleb’s muscles lover” bc i can’t stop thinking about them. need to be in a headlock. i hope he comes home to me & everyone pulling! this is my first time writing so i hope you can vision what im writing. thank you for reading!

wc: 608 words

the gym filled with the hum of treadmills and the shifting of weights, but your attention was laser-focused on him. caleb. your boyfriend, with his broad shoulders and toned arms, was midway through a set of curls. his biceps flexed with each repetition, just enough to make your heart skip a beat. you loved going to the gym with your boyfriend, you wanted to be strong like him for missions. after months of going to the gym, you didn’t feel like you saw much progress but the view of your boyfriend was worth all the weightlifting and soreness.

“am I doing this right?” you teased, attempting to mimic his form with your 10-pound dumbbells. your exaggerated pose made him chuckle. a deep, warm sound that sent butterflies fluttering through your chest. “perfect form, princess” he replied with a wink, setting his weights down and stepping behind you. “but let me help ya.”

he adjusted your posture, his large hands brushing against your arms as he gently guided them. the warmth of his touch, coupled with the firmness of his grip, made you momentarily forget what you were doing. your grip faltered, and the weight in your left hand tilted awkwardly, throwing you off balance. “whoa!” you gasped.

but momentarily, his hands were on your waist, steadying you with ease. “easy there, pipsqueak,” he said, his voice filled with affection. he smirked as he held you, now not letting you go.

your cheeks flushed hot. “i.. wasn’t distracted” you mumbled, you avoided eye contact with him through the gym mirror.

“of course not,” he teased, hiding a grin. “It’s not like someone was staring too hard or anything.” he continues to tease. you glared and pout at him playfully, his grin finally shows. “come on, let’s try again,” he said, his tone softer now. “i got you, i promise.” he gives you a reassuring smile.

with his encouragement, you finished the set without another mishap, though your heart raced every time he leaned closer to correct your form. when you were done, he faced you to meet your eyes, his expression warm and playful.

“good job, princess” he said, before giving you a kiss on the forehead. he extends his hand out to you, offering a high five. But when you went to slap it, he grabbed your wrist and gently pulled you closer.

“you know,” he said, lowering his voice so only you could hear, “i don’t mind when you stare. In fact…” he flexed his arm dramatically, the muscle tightening under his skin. “i do it for you.”

you tried to roll your eyes, but the heat in your cheeks gave you away. “you’re so full of yourself.” you reply chuckling.

“and yet, you’re always looking,” he teased, leaning in closer.

“maybe because it’s worth looking at,” you shot back, smirking as you turned the tables. His eyes widened for a moment, caught off guard, and then his face broke into a boyish grin.

“alright, alright, you win,” he said, throwing his hands up in mock defeat. “but let me prove I’m more than just muscles. how about some ice cream? my treat.”

he slung his gym bag and yours over his shoulder, but before you could follow, he reached out and ruffled your hair. “you’re strong too, you know,” he said softly, his tone suddenly more serious. “i see the effort you put in, and it’s one of the things i love about you.”

your heart swelled at his words, and you couldn’t help but lean into him as the two of you left the gym together. muscles were great, but the way he supported you? that was what you loved most.

a/n: i may have written something cute but i still want to lick peanut butter off his muscles 🫣 thank you for reading! 🩷

[am-i-interrupting]

i would really, really like fem shimmer addict!reader x viktor

i think it would make for an interesting dynamic (reader can be actively in addiction or recovering, dealers choice! i love ur writing btw!)

Shimmer in Your Eyes

It’d been a week since you’d moved in with your childhood best friend. You sent him a letter, begging him to let you stay, promising you’d find some way to repay him.

Life in the Undercity had been a struggle the past three, nearly four years now. Silco had flooded the lanes with a new drug called shimmer. There were false reports about it healing. That is what pulled you in.

Well, perhaps they weren’t false but over exaggerated. It didn’t cure but momentarily gave relief that was quickly replaced with an inability to have control due to the violence and strength that would course through your system.

It had scared you the first time you used it. You didn’t touch it again for nearly two months. It wasn’t until the pain became too much to bear that you reached for it again. Then began the cycle which quickly took a hard turn into addiction.

You were ashamed. Dear Janna, were you ashamed. You were embarrassed to even have to reach out to Viktor but no matter how hard you abstained in the Undercity, shimmer was everywhere.

Up here, in the confines of his apartment, it was much harder to get your hands on. Which was good but oh so painful.

Your body was aching. It shook. There was sweat pouring out of every pour in your body.

One of your hands gripped the sheets of the bed tightly. The other was curled beneath a pillow, shaking despite the weight of your head making it that much harder for it to do so.

Your body curled in on itself. There was a cramping in your stomach that went all the way up into your lungs. It was accompanied with a lovely ache in your muscles as they contracted and released on repeat anyway.

Distantly you noted that the mattress dipped beside you. A cane was propped up against the wall. A rag was wetted and then rung out.

You jolted when your hair was moved off your forehead where it clung to sweat and the warmth of a hand was replaced with the cold of a soaked towel.

Your face screwed up. Your hand grabbed at a boney wrist and tugged it away.

“Please,” you said, voice weak and lips cracking as they moved. You didn’t even know what you were pleading for.

“It’ll help with the fever,” Viktor said.

He carefully pried your hand off his wrist. It didn’t take any effort at all. His fingers wrapped around your own and squeezed.

A slight chill rattled through your body. His hands were both warm and cold. Warm from his own body heat and cold from the lingering dampness of the cloth.

“Vik, please,” the words were short but getting them out was like a long fought battle.

He sighed and set the cloth beside the bowl of water on the bedside table. He dipped his fingers in it and dragged them across your forehead. It still caused a chill but it wasn’t near as painful.

He flattened the tips of his fingers and spread the cool water across your face. After rewetting his fingers, he touched at the nape of your neck and dragged it all the way to the front.

Water and sweat both pooled in the dip of your clavicle.

“We will get through this,” he said, “together, like we always do.”

You peeked your eyes open. The room was dim but even the lamp in the corner still felt all too bright. Your eyes squeezed shut for a moment before you forced them open once more.

Him in comparison to you must be comical right now. You were on the bed in nothing but an oversized shirt and underwear, sweating your ass off with tremors that didn’t stop or faulted. He sat before you in a baggy sweater and cotton pants but those paired with his matching socks (which had grips on the bottom) made him look like the well off member of society he was in contrast to you.

There was a knock on his door.

“I’ll be back in but a moment,” he said.

His fingers lingered on your skin as he stood. He grabbed his cane and walked out of the room. He looked through the peep hole and sighed.

Jayce. Of course.

He opened the door and was met with a worried expression. It immediately transformed into relief.

“Hey, are you okay?” Jayce asked.

“I’m quite alright, yes,” Viktor answered.

“Good. Good. Why aren’t you at the lab? You’ve been missing for the past two days,” there was a silent ‘that’s not like you’ which wasn’t spoken.

“Certain matters have come up,” Viktor told him. “I don’t know when I will come back.”

“It’s not your—“

“No, no, I am alright, Jayce. It’s someone else that pulls me away from work.”

Jayce’s brows furrowed. “What?”

“It’s not my place to say but rest assured, I will be back soon. I might have company. I believe once this passes, I may have found ourselves our assistant,” he said.

He shouldn’t have said that last part. He needed to talk to you about it but going back to the Undercity was not something he felt comfortable with you doing.

He was no fool, far from it. He recognized the purple veins on your face as a sign that this was not just any drug you were having a withdrawal from but shimmer. You didn’t have to say it. He didn’t care if you admitted it but it was obvious.

Jayce nodded slowly. Viktor’s ear pulled backwards as a small yelp was heard behind in, distantly in his bedroom.

“Excuse me,” he said as he began to close the door. “I shall see you soon.”

So obviously it was shimmer that ailed you so why hadn’t he seen the signs sooner? He felt like an idiot.

These past few years you’d grown distant but so had he. So engrossed in his work with Jayce, he barely made time for himself but he did make time to write. You always wrote back but it’d been a year since he’d last seen you in person whereas you used to make a point to see each other at least once every three months.

You’d made excuses of having to pull more shifts at work which was believable enough but every time? He supposed he knew now why you’d been taking those extra shifts.

There was guilt that say heavy in his stomach as he walked back into the room, now with a glass of water for you to drink and a plate of food. All the food bland in hopes that you could keep it down this time.

You made to gulp down the water but he took the glass from you before you could.

“Slowly,” he reminded you, “if you go to fast, it may come up again.”

You nodded in a tired, sluggish way.

He moved you like a doll into a seated position. Your head lulled and fell on his shoulder. Your legs were pulled up against your torso.

“You need to eat,” he said.

“So do you.”

He smiled to himself. He let his head fall to nudge against yours. He picked up the two halves of the sandwich he’d made. It was nothing special at all. Just plain lean meat on toasted bread.

He handed one piece to you. “How do you feel about sharing?”

You took the half into your shaking hands.

He couldn’t wait for that shaking to stop, for the trembling, sweat, and weakness to fade. He couldn’t wait for the shimmer to leave your body and come back in your eyes.

[synthetickitsune]

Jeonghan (SVT) | Photograph angst | 0.6k | gn!reader A/N: loosely inspired by my beloved, my everything, my precious, my treasured, my adored, my cherished invitation-verse by @jeonghunny (aka bibi's magnum opus imho) <3 and 'i had a dream about you' by richard silken

You’re smiling.

The sun is setting behind you, the sky is a mixture of pastel pinks and peach oranges, the ocean waves sparkle and mirror the soft colors above them, yet it all fades in comparison to your smile. Your eyes are almost closed. He caught you off guard - he’s there too, his lips pressed against your cheek. It was warm, he remembers, so warm and soft. Jeonghan’s hand raises to his face, fingers brush against his lips carefully, gently, as if they were butterfly wings and the kiss lingered as their dust.

The sand is golden and he can feel it warming the soles of his bare feet. The honey color also fades against the photo in his hand. As if it should crumble, he holds it like a precious treasure. He feels his throat closing painfully. It’s getting hard to breathe.

“What are you standing there for, come on! The water’s warm!” your siren’s call almost makes him move. But he can’t. He keeps staring at the picture. He’s smiling there too. His cheeks hurt. You’re both so young and nothing happened yet. His hand rests on your waist there, pulling you closer. Nobody’s around to see it except the clouds and the birds and the last rays of the sun. Jeonghan doesn’t care - the world needs to know you’re his. 

His jaw clenches. His throat hurts, his own body is choking him. His eyes burn. It’s the sun. Just the sun and the thousand little sparks dancing on the waves. You’re so beautiful. Breathtaking, perfect, his. He never wants this moment to end. He just wants to stay here, with the ocean and your laughter in his ears, gentle breeze on his skin, clothes fluttering in the wind, the sun staining everything it touches with the golden filter of nostalgia.

His free hand curls into a fist. Your hand fits perfectly into his, the feeling of your fingers slipping between his makes shiver run down his spine and it doesn’t matter how many times you do it. He hates how empty it feels without you to hold onto. 

And despite the sun, the summer, the heated sand, he’s empty and cold, and his hands tremble and he’s scared he’ll drop the photo and the wind will carry it away. Yet he wishes for it to happen. He can’t stand it. He can’t stand looking at you, you and him, his hand on your waist and his lips on your cheek. Your smile, your eyes - his smile, his foolish, carefree attitude. If the wind picked up the photo, would everything be different? Would the ending change? You’d say that the wind will one day blow it at his door should that happen, and he’d hate it. He does hate it.

“Thank you for taking us here,” your voice in his ear, barely above whisper. Your hands around his waist. Your chin on his shoulder. “I love you.”

Jeonghan jerks so violently that he feels the cold floor under his feet again. The photo in his hand is faded. The room is bright, the walls are white and bare. The boxes are packed and he only needs to carry them to his car. Everything gives off a cold and abandoned feeling that gnaws on his bones. 

It’s no longer summer, you’re not as young as you used to be, and everything happened. He’s only crying because it hurts to breathe. He only protects the photo from his tears because wet paper is harder to burn. He still holds it tenderly. As if it had the power to change things or turn back time.