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doodle page of ep 42
#critical role#critical role spoilers#cr spoilers#orym of the air ashari#imogen temult#laudna#fearne calloway#chetney pock o'pea#ashton greymoore#no fcg cause i fucking hate drawing them i need to redo his design....#make them more round or smth. they're a pain to draw rn which sucks cause i love he !!!!#in other news this episode was so well deserved. bells hells deserve to have a silly and fun time.#and it is SO good to see silly orym again. as beautiful as the day i lost you.#bbygirl the gods have been watching you since exu. i love you so much.#a lesbian <- in love with orym of the air ashari#he really does only know how to run and jump....and play.#i cannot believe how well travis was rolling for chet too. fucking inSANE. the dice loved him.#also laudna is so real for immidiately wanting to cheat for her friends. she gets it.#aUGH and imogen and orym friendship. god tier. good to see them hanging out. he care for her so much.#i'll probably continue with relsitening to cr3 instead of exu today...#bells hells i love you.#so good to see ash being softer now too ;3; but also please be nice to patĂŠ he's just a guy...i hope...#the drinks they got each member...babygirl you love these people so much. (also not me analyzing each choice like some cycle path)#i want....whatever the fuck laudna got. and whatever fearne got cause silly straw :)#and y'know what yeah i AM going to read too much into their drink choice for orym#it's my brainrot and i choose how it manifests#oK I STFU NOW BYEEEEE#if you read all these tags you are a trooper and i love you thanks for listening to my silly thoughts#ep doodles
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hiii so I saw you said request were open! i really LOVE your writing so yk yk i had to ask but can you do like a story where ony does a being mean to my girlfriend prank but y/n is a reallll crybaby!! BYEE
pairings: onyankopon x sensitive!reader
warnings: smut 18+, ony is a lil mean, reader cries a lil bit
a/n: so sorry it took me this long, life has been....lifing.
What goes around comes around
Actions have consequences, you knew this and yet you still decided to go with your plan.
Setting up your phone you smiled into the camera and started your intro.
âHi, lovelies. Today weâre gonna do a get ready with me, while I tell you three reasons it's okay to cheat on your boyfriend.âÂ
Taking a quick glance in the mirror of your vanity, you could see the wheels working overtime in the handsome head that belonged to your boyfriend.
The decision on whether to be calm or tweak out playing tug of war on his brain.Â
Settling on the thought that he misheard you he decided to go the calm route.
âWhatchu say, baby?â Deep voice contrasting against the soft tone of Jhene Aiko in the quiet room.
âHmm?â You feigned innocence as you met his eyes in the mirror.
âI asked, âWhat did you say?â â His straightening posture and tone transition to demanding letting you know his patience was thinning by the second.
You were positive this would end with you folded in half, crying from overstimulation as he continuously ripped orgasm after orgasm from you. The thought only excited you and fueled your response.Â
With a shrug of your shoulders you hummed a quick âI don't knowâ and went back to your task.
âThe fuck you mean youn know?â He chuckled in disbelief, hand running over his freshly maintained waves before coming down to rub the lower half of his face.
Opting to ignore him, you continued along with your routine, silently.Â
âSo you just gon ignore me?â Heavy thuds bouncing off the walls as he made his way to stand behind you.
The light pressure applied to your neck, as he tilted your head back having your thighs clench.
Oh, how you wanted to ditch the plan and jump his bones. Brown eyes glaring down into yours, as he tightened his grip.Â
Feeling a little risky you decided to do the one thing Ony hates most. Roll your eyes.
âMmm, aightâ He nodded his head. Zero fucks given to the content you were creating as he lifted you from your chair and bent you over.
Never once slowing his assault even after you managed to tell him it was a prank through your moans and cries.Â
The new information only encouraging him to go faster as your arousal trickled onto the wood floors while he required you to tell the camera why it wasn't okay to cheat on your boyfriend as he fucked you dumb.Â
Usually, your consequences consisted of the audacity being fucked out of you whenever you did something to piss Ony off, but this time he decided to play a prank of his own.
Waiting a week to execute his plan, he chose to carry it out the day you came back from your girl's weekend.Â
âYou didn't hear me or get my texts?â A small pout forming on your glossy lips as you sat next to him, despite him taking up more than half of the bed.Â
âBaby, I'm homeâ You sang as you wandered around the house looking for him.
Only to find him laid out on the bed as he watched an episode of Judge Mathis.
âI didâ Eyes trained on the TV.
âDid something happen?â You gripped his jaw, forcing him to finally look at you.
âNah, I just donât feel good.â He removed your hand from his face and moved to the opposite side of the bed.Â
âYou need me to make you some soup?â Pout returning to your lips as he flinched away when you tried to check his temperature.Â
âIâm good. You could leave me alone though.âÂ
You considered yourself to be very understanding when it came to relationships. Whether it was with family, a coworker, or a client, but more than anything when it came to your relationship with Ony. You understood he needed time to himself just as you did, but the way he said it was just⌠mean.
The stinging sensation of your eyes was becoming unbearable as the tears pooled in the inner corners of your eyes.
âOhâ Voice cracking despite swallowing the lump that lingered in your throat.
Your tone raised alarms in the man. His own heart gained a pace that matched yours as he saw the tears that began to spill from your eyes.Â
âWait, I'm sorry, ma. I was just playing. C'mereâ Hand reaching out to hold you, only to pause when you flinched away from him.
âMama, it was just a prank. I'm sorry, babyâ Panic rising at the influx of tears flowing from your eyes.Â
Seeing you cry from any negative emotion always pained him, but knowing he was the reason for the tears falling from your pouty face made him feel as if he failed in life.
âWhat do you mean it's a prank Onyankopon?â You huffed, the palm of your hand wet as you wiped away your tears.Â
âI was just joking. You know how you did that video last week? I was doing something similar. I didn't mean to hurt you, mama. Please believe meâ He pleaded.
Maybe it was the immense amount of love you had for him or that it'd be wrong to not forgive him when he put up with all your antics, but you couldn't stay mad at him for too long.
âYou really need to work on your pranks. They're terribleâ Pink satin pillow softly hitting him along the side of his head.Â
âI know, I'm sorry, c'mereâ He smiled, happy you were no longer crying and motioned for you to straddle him.
Caring less about the fact you were wearing a dress you crawled over to him, getting comfortable on his lap as you traced the small tattoo of your name behind his ear,
âYou know you're gonna have to make it up to me right?â
âMhmâ He mindlessly hummed, eyes trained on your lips before he could no longer resist.
Low groan escaping his chest as he pulls you closer, tongue tracing your bottom lip before diving into your mouth.
âOnyâ You whimpered as his lips moved down to your neck, peppering gentle kisses along your skin before sucking on the areas that made you weak. Your body craving for some sort of friction as you ground your hips down onto his.
âI know, mamaâ He murmured. His fingers sliding up your dress before slipping past the waistband of your panties, digits immediately coming into contact with the slick that was pooling in between your chubby thighs.
âLil ma already soaked for meâ He groaned against your warm skin. A small bruise forming where he was previously sucking.Â
âOny, stop teasingâ You whined as he slowly rubbed your clit, the pads of his fingers barely grazing the bud.
With a slight smirk on his lips his fingers gravitated to your entrance, slowly rubbing at the pulsing hole before his fingers worked their way into your walls.
Fingers knuckles deep as he curled them against the soft spongy flesh against your walls.Â
âNeed you inside nowâ You pouted, craving something more than the two digits plunging in and out of you.
âYeah?â He mumbled as he pulled out his fingers. Placing the pads on your tongue as you sucked your arousal off his digits, just as you would do his cock.
Watching you with lust filled eyes he removed his fingers from your mouth, and wrapped a hand around your neck before pulling you in for a nasty kiss. His tongue exploring the path down your throat while you rocked against the growing bulge in his pants.
Pulling away to fumble with the waistband of his pants he pulled down his sweats just enough to release his throbbing cock. Standing tall with his viens prominent and tip leaking a small amount of precum.
âRide your dick, maâ He pulled your panties to the side rubbing his tip along the slick folds of your puffy pussy, before lining up with your entrance and helping you sink down onto him. Hiss escaping him as your warm walls engulfed him.
âOny s'so big" You whined in his ear. Allowing him to lift you up and down his cock at a deliciously slow pace, your walls contracting around him at every movement.
âDoing so good fa me.â Two toned lip stuck in between his pearly white teeth as he bucked his hips up to meet your thrust, tip grazing against your cervix.
âFuck. Faster, daddy, pleaseâ You gasped, head resting in his neck as he did all of the work.
Listening to your plea, he picked up his pace, thrusting deeper into you. The sound of your pooling arousal, slapping flesh, and your mixed moans filling the room, atmosphere becoming nastier by the second.Â
âI love you so fucking muchâ His arms wrapping tightly around your waist as you tried to run when he increased his pace.
âSay it back, maâ He grunted. Palm landing on the flesh of your ass.
Tired off your running, his hands gripped your hips and he pulled you off him, flipping you over onto your back before ramming back into you.
âOhh, shit, Onyyyâ You cried, knees near your ears as he pushed your legs back.
"Say it or I'm stopping" He threatened. Eyes focused on your sopping pussy sucking him in, sticky ring of arousal dripping from the base of his cock.
âI- mhmph love you too Ony, so muchâ Bed creaking under the speed and force of his thrust.
Releasing your legs he leaned down, lips immediately on yours in a sloppy kiss.Â
âI'm so close, pa" A mixture of moans and whimpers escaped your agape mouth, nails digging into his back with every thrust.
âMhm, I know, baby. Let go for meâ He grunted, reaching between your bodies to rub his thumb against your clit.
A series of curses left your mouth as you creamed around him. Walls contracting so tightly that he had no other choice but to cum.
âFuuuckâ He groaned, hips stilling inside you as he flooded your walls.
âI'm sorry for making you sad, baby. I love you so much, I'll never do anything to hurt you againâ He whispered into your neck.
âI know Ony, I forgive you"
Pulling out he kissed you once more before laying flat in front of you, your thighs on each side of his head.
"Lemme show you how sorry I am, yeah?"
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You've been a hero for years, but you play the same prank on every member of the Batfamily. You have regenerative powers to the extreme that your injuries heal in seconds if you allow it. The first time gets them every time.
You have metal claws and a fury that burns. You shine under stressful situations. You are the key to their success oftentimes. You are a soldier through-and-through with a surprisingly high level of intelligence. You never told them the extent of your experience, but you've shown and proven yourself in combat, so you never had to. So, you started having fun with it.
Dick thought he hit you too hard in the temple with his weapon and panicked when you, taking the opportunity, crumpled to the ground. He's never run so fast. Being the leader, he really didn't want to be charged with murder nor kill one of his greatest fighters.
Tim, poor Tim. He was so exhausted he grew sloppy on a mission. Sloppy enough that you needed to jump in front of a blade for him. Somehow, the blade managed to slip between your ribs and puncture your left lung.
Well, that woke Tim up. He never finished a fight quicker. He speed ran a fight. He was on a timer, and he felt it. You were, seemingly, bleeding out because he stubbornly refused to sleep the night before, and you had to jump in front of a blade for him. He felt guilty and horrified. What does he tell Batman? What does he tell Jason? He'll need to hang up the suit, and he'll never leave the house again. You were the soldier everybody needed. The rock everybody can rely on despite your jagged edges. He knelt beside you. He wanted to check for a pulse, but he knew it was too late. He was fighting the goons for too long. There was no way you survived. Then, he heard your laughter. You laughed in his face, and your eyes opened. You laughed so hard you cried. Tim nearly collapsed on top of you in relief. He won't be killed by Jason or Bruce tonight, and, mostly importantly, you survived. You were a dick about it the entire way back to HQ.
Bruce was frozen in terror. His son's significant other just died on his watch. He was getting flashbacks from the time Jason died. Jason. How was Jason going to forgive him? How was he going to forgive himself? He was the one to suggest you come with him on the mission. He thought it would be easy. A simple mission against Scarecrow. You were the best pick because your system cleared out the fear toxin the fastest out of everyone else. You've seen worse horrors than what the fear toxin could conjure up, so you never falter in the fight. Scarecrow actually feared you because of this. He has yet to find a combination that is strong enough to put you down. Now, Bruce's best soldier was gurgling blood with a slit throat. He's failed you. He let you die. You didn't have a family to mourn you. He didn't know enough about you to properly set up a funeral. How could he let this happen? After everyone was jailed, he let the police take over and ran to your body. Your blood had dried and caked on your neck. He knows a dead body when he sees one, and you are very much dead in his eyes. He sighed heavily as he picked you up, only to almost drop you immediately as you opened your eyes and grinned at him.
"How?"
Was the first question he demanded. He knew your healing factor was very powerful, but to recover from a slit throat seemed like a lot, especially after seeing how much blood you let yourself lose before closing the wound. You playfully punch his shoulder with a grin,
"You know how, old man."
He laughed. TouchĂŠ. He knows your abilities likely better than you do yourself.
Damian wanted to give you a funeral fit for a king. He liked you the best out of everyone, including Jon. He threw a knife that managed to cut through your skull and lodge into your brain. His panic was immediate but short-lived as you pulled the knife out of your brain and closed to the wound. You scowled because it caused a headache, but you survived quite easily. In that single moment, he considered seriously contacting his grandfather to put you in the Lazarus Pit, but he knew you wouldn't want a second chance at life. He knew you would happily die a warrior's death than live a coward's life. He respected that. Damian nearly cried as he ran to you. He clung to you all day and refused to say why to anybody. You simply returned his hugs and ran your fingers through his hair affectionately. You murmured about forgiving him, and he clung tigher. He knows he doesn't have to guard you on missions, but he's a lot more protective of you outside. Chihuahua privileges.
Barbara watched with horror on the CCTV footage on a local building as you get decapitated. She had flashbacks to her run with the Joker that left her paralysed. The Joker struck again. Instead of taking you hostage, you fought too much. You fought like a whirlwind of adamantium and controlled fury. Joker wouldn't have stood a chance if someone didn't come up behind you and cut your head off. She screamed as your body picked your head up from the ground and put it back on without so much as a wince. Joker ran the second the claws came out.
Cass was petrified. She's seen death before, but your healing factor hadn't seemed to help at all when she found your corpse. You were beaten to death by Bane. She gave an appreciative whistle as she pushes your head to the side to look at the handprints around your neck. He did not go easy on you, that's for sure. She wondered how he didn't die with you. He was skewered like a kebab on your claws, limb limp but claws still out and buried into his heart. She checked and he was still alive. Barely, so you must have been just shy of puncturing the organ. You went down fighting, and that was the best she could have hoped for with you. She went to radio on comms about the news only to be stopped by a clawed hand. She watched in stunned silence as your body heals itself in less than one minute. You sat up and stretched like a cat before removing your claws from Bane. Bane groaned in agony, but you didn't mind him. You merely wiped your claws clean on his shirt with a cheeky smile on your face.
"Well, that was fun. Next time, show up faster, yes?"
Cass could only nod, dumbstruck as you laugh at her expression. Cass knew your healing factor was insane, but you were so clearly dead to her. She never underestimated you again as you told her it was self-control that stopped you from puncturing Bane's heart, not death.
Duke hadn't known fear until he watched Ra's Al Ghul gut you like a fish. Ra's used his fear as a chance to escape, and Duke couldn't find it in himself to chase. He collapsed at your side. It all happened so fast. He had no time to react. No time to stop it.
He screeched when your hands both retracted their claws, and you stuffed your organs casually back inside your body as it healed itself. His eyes were wide as you chuckled at his misery.
"Gotcha. Now, let's get the bastard, yeah?"
Duke could only nod. He was still in shock as you ran your way to catch Ra's. Talia, for what it was worth, gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze before sauntering off into the night herself.
Jason was furious, to say the least. Here he was, on his knees over your seemingly dead body only for you to jumpscare him while your body healed.
You cackled like a witch on Halloween as your body heals immediately. You can control your healing factor. To whatever degree you want to. You were never in any danger.
You put the fear of God in many people because of this prank. Jason was fuming.
"Why the fuck would you do that, pipsqueak?!"
His scream echoed in the alleyway you were "murdered" in. You merely laughed. Your claws come out in the moment and you slit your own throat but quickly heal yourself.
"I'm sorry, birdie. You were the last one to do this on."
That was the wrong thing to say because that pissed him off even further,
"THE LAST ONE?! YOU'VE DONE THIS BEFORE?!"
Everyone on the mission watched with amused expressions. It's true. Your prank, admittedly, was mean. Especially to your boyfriend who came back from the grave himself. Fondly, you cup his face with a smile. You said confidently,
"God doesn't have the nuts to kill me, Birdie."
Jason rolled his eyes, scoffing and throwing a tantrum like a toddler. He drops your body. He could never truly be angry with you, but he's pissed you put yourself in the position of needing to be healed in the first place.
"Alright, smartass. I'm not saving your sorry ass next mission. You can do that yourself."
Jason tensed immediately once he hears the snap of your spine breaking, but you weakly laugh and heal it in seconds. Lovingly, you say,
"Bones are harder than organs, asshole."
Now Jason laughs. He was still pissed, but hey. That saves on medical supplies.
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the nerd at the aquarium
𪟠aquarium worker!ellie williams x f!reader
you take your nephew to your cityâs aquarium where you met her crouched next to your nephew after having run off in excitement
tw: not proofread, fluff, strangers to lovers, loser!ellie, modern!au, first kiss, holding hands
wc â 1.3k ⢠MASTERLIST ⢠next part
Your sister handed himâyour nephewâover, mouthing a thank you before leaving out the front doorâheading into the car with her husband. With a four day trip, they needed someone to watch over their son. It was an easy set up, so you agreed and here you are nowâyour nephew held in your hands. Heâs just over four years old, and honestly is really easy to babysit.
You set him down on the floor, crouching to hold onto his handsâeyes set on his, âhey, I got a fun plan for us today. Wanna hear?â
He was immediately a fan of the idea, no shocker there. Eyes sparkling at the idea of seeing the animals there. For you, it would be a field dayâenjoying seeing the animals and spending time with him before coming back for bed. Your sister gave you money to use however you wish. The first payment was the entry tickets.
He had a grin on his face from where he sat in the backseat, feet kicking as he asked all sorts of questions. Unfortunately you only knew the answer to like three of them. You helped him out, walking with him towards the entrance where the spell of fish hit the both of you hard. His little nose scrunched and you were lying if you said yours didnât either.
âDamn this smell,â you whisper, reaching into your bag for the tickets you printed earlier.
âDamn!â
âNo,â you point at him, ânonono, donât say thatâespecially around your mom.â
He moved on the second he saw what was behind the two front doors. If it werenât for your hand holding onto his, he wouldâve had ran away for sure.
âOh myâyes I know but we gotta scan these tickets first, or else weâre like trespassing or some shit.â
âShit?â
You smiled to the lady who scanned your tickets, avoiding the pointed look she gave you. It was fine.
âDonât say that,â you walk him through, goosebumps appearing from the chill in the air once you were inside. The smell got worse, twenty times worseâbut it was gorgeous inside. Dark and blue, light sea sounds playing from the speakers above. Your nephew was having a field day, jumping and dragging you towards the first thing.
âBuddy, buddyâthatâs a cut out. We have to go up the stairs, can you come climb these with me?â
He does, but instead he jumps up each one. The start to the exhibits were general fish, smaller circular exhibits. He was captured by the sights, eyes darting around at each fish swimming by. You sit down to his height, looking at the exhibit before looking to him, âwhat fish is your favorite?â
âNemo.â
Ah yeah, there lied the orange and black fishâswimming towards the bottom. He quickly moved onto the next, little feet moving fast and helping him reach the jellyfish. He kept putting his nose on each glass, and each time you reached a finger out to push him back just a little.
About forty minutes in, and what you had hoped wouldnât happen did happen. Itâs bound toâwith an attention span so short and even shorter legs that keep him hidden in the crowds. He was lost. One second he was standing beside you, the next he ran back and through a gathered crowd.
âShit,â you curse, spinning to stand and run in the direction he went. You shoved a little too roughly at a few people, but it was worth it to you in your mind. The calm orchestra music over the speakers was the opposite of how you felt, heart racing in your chest.
Turns out he thought each orange and black fish was a Nemo fishâbecause there he stood at another exhibit, staring at a larger orange fish. As you got closer, you saw the other figure beside him. Her eyes were just as bright as his, full of passion. Her hair was tied back, half-in-halfâleaving bangs to hang in her face.
âNemo,â he exclaimed, looking back to her.
She points lower, âthatâs Nemo, but thatâheâs a Butterflyfish.â
âButterfly.â
Her attention shifts to you as you get closer, the light reflecting off the room brings attention to the details on her faceâand wowâŚ
âHe yours?â
âYes,â you back up, âwell not mine, heâs my sisterâs but Iâm babysitting him, so mine sorta yeah.â
She has a comedic expression after listening to your terrible story, âuh huh, okay.â
It goes quiet for a second, filled with awkward silence. You sigh, âthank you for, keeping him here.â
She stands, and it brings attention to the name tag on her shirt, âno worries.â
âOh shit you work here?â
âShit!â
Your nephew repeats and, âEllie,â as her name tag reads looks to you with the same pointed look the ticket scanning employee did. You wave her off.
âWell I wonder where he learned that.â
You cross your arms, âhis mother.â
He gives you out, turning to point at you. Ellie huffs, âwow turns out heâs not on your side, a true opp.â
You grab a hold of his hand, crouching down again and resting your knees against the small step set in front of the aquarium for the kids.
âHow long have you worked here?â
âFour years.â
âDamn, thatâs a longââ
âDamn!â
Ellie laughs, and holy hell itâs glorious. You point at your nephew again, âplease I beg donât say that around your mom. It was a slip of the tongue.â
âHow long is she gone?â
You shrug, âlike four days, weâll see.â
She hums, reaching back into her pocket, âwell I have to go lead this like tour. It was nice to meet you bothâbut I gtg.â
It definitely wasnât a coincidence when you showed up to the same aquarium a day later. There was a special guest exhibit too, you had a reason. It totally explained the way your eyes darted around looking for someone.
Turns out Ellie was at the exhibit, a stingray one. She was standing inside, explaining something to these parents. She did end up noticing you, eyes lighting up similarly to how they did the other day. Felt good to know she was also looking forward to seeing you again sometime.
âEllie,â you call, and right after your nephew did.
âElsa!â
You pick him up, âheâs leaning. Howâs your shift?â
âItâs going, Iâm glad to work a different section. Whyâre you back?â
For you..?
âFor the new exhibit, plus the discountâhe loves this place too, itâs just fun.â
She nods, fidgeting with her name tag on her shit. For some reason everything in you just begged to be honest with her. Seems like she had the same idea, lips moving to speak just as you did.
âNo you go,â you sound, adjusting your nephew on your hip.
âI, wow fuck. This is unprofessional as shit, but can I get your number?â
You smile and it brightens her face again, a shy grin appearing on hers.
âYes, Iâd love to.â
Turns out youâd be visiting the aquarium a lot more from now on. Your nephew tagged along often, but there were days you went aloneâsitting in the larger exhibits after hours, Ellie rambling about random information on the animals swimming around behind the giant glass.
Took some time, but eventually your pinkies would connectâsliding to touch one another. Her rambling would eventually slow and her breathing would even out when she looked to see how you were looking at her.
She exhales, âwhat?â
âNothing,â you say behind a smile, voice quieter than a whisper, âjust want to kiss you.â
Her eyes flicker down, chest rising quicker as her mind fills with nerves of whatâs to come. Youâre doing the same, eyes focused on her as you inch closer. The sting music playing in the back growing louder when your lips connect. When they connect again, her fingers moves to encase yours, thumb rubbing softly over the back of your hand.
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Sundered 6: DREAMS
Pairing: Gojo x reader
⢠Part 1  | Part 2  | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Alt. Ending
Genre:Â Angst
tags/cw:Â angst, babydaddy!gojo, babymomma!reader, motherhood, insecurities, arguments, implied noncon, sexual assault
word count: 6.7k
He wished to tell you that he loves you too but that wouldnât be right.
âMegumi.â Toji warned, raising a finger at the breathless, laughing toddler. âNo jumping on the bed. Youâll fall.â He put an apple in his mouth as he watched them. You combed the ends of your hair, leaning on the doorframe. Toji was sitting on the bed, while the two kids were playing beside him, jumping up and down.
âYui, baby, can I ask you something?â He gently picked the little girl up, glancing at you as he put the bowl of fruit down. He sat her on his lap, âWho's Gumi's Dada?â Yui looked up at him, pointing a finger at his chest. âAlright, very good. How about you? Whoâs your Dada?â You know what heâs trying to make her understand.
Yui just developed that habit because oftentimes, Megumi would run and call Toji. And what her playmates do, Yui does too. She would follow him screaming âDadaâ as well, but Toji never failed to gently correct her. âToru!â She raised her short hands, clapping as she looked at you. âThatâs nice. So, you call Satoru Dada, okay?â He tapped her cheek.
âToji no? No Dada?â She shook her head at him, asking. âYes, just look at your hair.â You butted in, pointing playfully at her as you walked towards them. You can feel Tojiâs eyes on you as you sit down in front of them. Youâre still not over the conversation you had earlier. But youâre not letting the kids hear about that.
Yui was pulling at her hair, trying to see the color and looking back at Tojiâs to check. âSee? You and Satoru look the same.â You pinched her cheek âYui hair white.â Megumi pointed at his playmate, âYeah, youâre getting good at colors!â You raised your hand, asking for a high five, which he gladly returned with a shy smile.
Toji looked at you as you scooted beside him, before placing a hand on your thigh. Heâs ready to apologize, but he doesnât know if he can let it go. Tojiâs mind is still stuck on that day you told him Satoru was still in love with you. And if heâs being honest, it puts him in a really rough spot.
âItâs getting late.â You tapped on your phone, allowing it to light up. âWhy are they not tired yet?â You yawned, feeling his thumb rub on your skin. â'cause they ate the cake.â He sighed, stretching his back before staring at you again, âWhat?â You asked, watching him shake his head. âWe got things to talk about.â He nodded.
âI know. Later, we will.â You moved to him, pecking his lip quickly, âWe canât talk about it with the children in here.â Scrolling through your contacts, you pressed Satoruâs number. âYui, come here, weâll talk to Dada.â Tapping a quick message that youâll call, you sat your child in between your thighs.
âDo you want to say sorry to Dada? You were mean to him earlier.â You poked her side, watching her nod before throwing something at her playmate.ââGumi, sit down first.â Toji told the boy and he followed, but only to continue playing with Yui. Megumiâs a quiet kid but with playmates around, he can get hyper too.
âWait, what if heâs asleep now?â You asked Yui, âMaybe we can apologize tomorrow when he picks you up, okay?â You kissed her cheek, hearing her whine, âNow Mama. Yui says sorry.â She tried to grab the phone. âOkay, okay. Alright. Wait a second, weâll try.â You pressed the telephone icon. There were multiple rings but no answer.
âDadaâs asleep.â You pouted at her, âHe said he wants to sleep early so he can see you early tomorrow too!â You tickled her side, making her flinch with a smile, followed by fits of giggle that made Toji chuckle. âGumi quickly replaced you, laughing with the little girl as he pokes her tummy.
âLet them play like that, theyâll get tired quicker,â Toji uttered, putting a hand behind his head. âWhat happened earlier? I thought it was his schedule today.â He asked, referring to the events earlier. âYou said that his mom was there.â He added recalling what you were explaining to him before you fought.
âYeah, and he had to take Yui back here with me. We were supposed to eat Yuiâs cake there before he takes me home because thatâs what she wants. But of course, the devil ruins things.â You rolled your eyes just thinking about his Mom. You still havenât told your mother about it, knowing how she gets when itâs about you.
âDoes Satoruâs father know that sheâs like that?â Itâs now your turn to nod, âHeâs just tired of her, actually. I know.â His fatherâs always busy but youâd never forget how heâd always take your infant for a walk to give her some sun.
âOh, I thought your son wasnât married yet. Look at this cute baby girl.â An elderly man who once visited said to him, It worried you that your child was born out of wedlock. You used to avoid going out with them to avoid this type of situation but his father didnât mind.
âTheyâre not married yet. This oneâs aâŚâmini advanced giftâ for us.â He chuckled, lightly bouncing the infant in his arms. âOh, she's like a little girl version of Satoru.â The elderly cooed when Yui opened her eyes. Whenever Satoruâs mother tries to argue with you and heâs around, heâd also say a sentence or two just to stop her.
âYouâre not thinking! Getting a babyâs ear pierced. What kind of a moââ She rambled on, claiming that I was harming her granddaughter when they visited Satoruâs house. âYouâre crying about this more than the child who got her ears pierced.â Satoruâs father cut her off, rubbing his temples as he sat beside her.
Satoru was taking a call outside and his mother just had to take this opportunity to antagonize you. âIâm her grandmother. I got the right to protect her. Sheâs a newborn!â His mother was hysterical and if it werenât for Satoruâs father, you would be talking back to her by now. âSheâs 5 months old, Aiko! Sheâs an infant. Stop arguing with the mother.â
You sat far from them, not wanting to scare the baby in your arms. âSheâs not capable ofââ His mother tried to retort but Satoruâs father was getting fed up âYouâre not capable of understanding.â With that, the fight came to an end and after a few minutes, Satoru was walking back to the living room. âWhatâs going on?â He asked but his mother could only scowl.
After a little while, the kids started to get sleepy. Yui was whining as she rubbed her eyes, and Megumi kept asking for the phone. âYou could let him watch something that could help him sleep. Like theââ You were about to suggest but Toji was already picking the child up, answering: âAh, no. My wife used to cut off his screen time 30 minutes before sleep.â
You remained silent for a minute as you took off Yuiâs hair ties. âLetâs go to bed.â You whispered after combing the toddlerâs hair. âCome on, so we can talk.â You lifted Yui up before walking to her room with Toji trailing behind you. When Megumi and Toji stay over, he and Yui share a bed. Thankfully, it was big enough for the two of them as Yui rolls around a lot in her sleep.
You were supposed to sleep over at Tojiâs house tonight. But because of the fight that you had, you figured that sleeping here would be more comfortable. It was good that he always kept some extra clothes for Megumi in his car.
Now, the two toddlers are peacefully sleeping and you two are starting to feel the tension again.
âYou can go first, what is bothering you?â He asked as the two of you walked back to your room. You donât know why but for some reason, you feel embarrassed that youâre getting jealous of his wife. Not only that but it also makes you feel overreacting. You took a deep breath as you closed your eyes, telling yourself that it was better to say it now than to let it get worse.
âItâs becauseâŚyou keep talking about your wife.â You let your shoulders slouch as you plopped on the bed, watching his face contort into disbelief. âMy wife?â He repeated, he looked at you as if you just told him a dark secret. âToji, look. When you want to tell or suggest something to me, Can you not⌠always say that your wife did this and that? I mean⌠I just get uncomfortable.â
There was a pregnant pause as he straightened up, pacing back and forth as he thought of an answer. You wished he didnât take that long because now itâs making you feel like itâs hard to decide between the living and the dead. Itâs making you feel like you're not even in his top five; like you only come after someone who can't even be here.
Itâs making you feel like youâre just the second best. And thatâs all youâll ever know of him too.
âLook, I am simply putting her words out. You know how much they mean to me, you know how much and what she means to meââ He sat down on a chair across the room, explaining as calmly as he can but that hurts and before you know it, youâre already asking him: âThen, what do I mean to you?â Toji looked at you, mouth slightly ajar.
âYouâre jealous? Of my dead wife?â He tried to clarify like itâs the most unbelievable thing you said. âItâs not jealousy, I justââ He cut you off by exhaling harshly, rubbing his face. âSheâs not here, Y/N. I could only think of her, but youâre here with me. How could you feel jealous about that?â Itâs only making you feel bad; like what youâre feeling is trivial.
âItâs because you make me feel that way.â You clenched your fist. This type of pain is making you angry; not because it hurts too much but because itâs pissing you off that after everything during these months, he could still make you feel like this. âI know that if you're given a chance to choose you wouldn't want me in her place, but I wish you didn't make me feel like that too much.â
âDo you really just expect me to never reminisce about her? Sheâs my first wife. I lost her so suddenly I didnât even have time to process it.â Everything that heâs saying is wrong to you and youâre not afraid to express. You cannot live with a man who probably wishes that you were someone else. âThen, why did you even date me?â Your words were sharp, like how youâre looking at him.
âAnd why did you even date me when you still canât get over your ex?â He retorted, âYou won't let me call you a petname because he used to call you that. How is that any different?â Now, heâs just as aggravated as you and you hated it. You hated arguing with him even if it was just about simple things and now that itâs not something simple, it frustrates you even more.
âSatoru isnât dead, Toji. I wished that you called me something else because itâs triggering, and I donât get to control that.â You tried to keep your voice down as your hands clenched. âI do it because Iâm protecting my peace, not because I compare the things you do.â You panted, looking at him with nothing but exasperation in your eyes.
âToji, Iâm starting to feel like a placeholder.â You put your hands on your knees, hanging your head low. âIâm starting to feel like a stand-in for your dead wife. And you would keep telling me what she used to do so I could perfect it.â Biting your lip as you shook your head, âI wish youâd just understand me. I really want to try with youâŚâ
He leaned back on the chair, keeping his eyes on you. âLook, Y/N. Iâm sorry.â He spoke after a couple of seconds, âI canât promise to not think about her because that person; that woman is the mother of my son.â
âAnd I want to try with you too, you know that. Maybe this will all get better with time. But I canât find my peace knowing that heâs just there, loving you.â The room felt so big now that there was a space between you and Toji. A space that is bigger than the actual size of your room.
âThen, what should I do?â You asked him, genuinely clueless as to what he wanted to happen. âI donât know, Y/N.â He shook his head, sighing. âWhat should you do when someone keeps trying to get to you?â There was an obvious answer to that.
âYou know I canât just do that. Heâs the father of my daughter, Toji. You know where Iâm coming fromââ You looked at him, your eyebrows knitted together. âI donât. He literally told you he regrets you and your daughter, isnât that enough for you to take Yui away?â You shook your head, eyes tearing up as you realized what he just said.
âY/N, Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to say it like that. Babeââ He walked towards you, grasping the weight of his words. âDonât touch me.â You shut your eyes, not wanting to shed a tear anymore. âJustâŚjust donât talk to me right now, Toji.â Your hands gestured for him to stay back as you shook your head.
âI canât believe youâd use my pain against me.â You whispered to him as you stood up, walking out of the room.
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âWhat aboutâŚYui?â Your eyes glimmered as you looked at him, âAhâŚI like that.â Satoru smiled up at you, before leaning down. âYui? Do you like thatââ Before he could even finish his sentence, you stared at each other with wide eyes. âShe just kickedâŚâ He laughed, placing his hand on your bump.
âYui. Howâs my little girl?â He asked again, earning another kick after a couple of seconds. âThatâs so cute, Satoru.â You gushed, happy tears pooling in your eyes. âShe likes that name.â He sighed, kissing your stomach before standing up. The sinking sun made your eyes gleam.
âSheâll be here soon.â He kissed your forehead, putting his hand around your waist as he closed his eyes feeling the wind blow on his face. At that moment, he felt like heâs got everything already. At first, you talked about how everything youâll do is just for the child.
But as months went by, seeing your face first thing in the morning and last thing in the night has already become Satoruâs favorite thing.
âWhat are you thinking about?â You looked up at him as you stood there on his balcony, holding his hands on your stomach. âYou. So, kiss me.â He leaned down as you giggled, pecking his lips. âMore.â He intertwined your fingers with his, brushing his nose on your outer ear until you gave him another one.
You wouldnât have met if Satoru didnât enter the bar you were working at, and that thought made Satoru grateful that he did because this is something he wouldn't want to miss.
âY/N, stay with me.â He whispered, feeling you lean your body on him. âI love you...Y/Nâ
âKiss meâŚâ And so Naomi did, putting her lips on his as she tried to prepare him. She closed her eyes as he heard him hum, speaking other words unknown but she knew that it was to urge her to continue. âMoreâŚâ The word made her exhale, relaxing more and more as he coaxed her, probably half asleep.
Maybe heâs just too sleepy and drunk. She thought, putting her hands on his chest to support herself. She raised her lower half, aligning herself with him. She traced her fingers on his arms before lacing them with his. She felt his warmth as she took a deep breath, thinking one last time before throwing it all away, frustrated.
She was ready to put it in, take all of him in her, and just let it all happen. You were a stranger to Satoru when he chose to keep a life with you. But Iâm his girlfriend; his salvation and love. Satoru wouldnât deny me and his child to me. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to find the final push to proceed.
But it only took one word from him for her to come back down. Her temperature dropped low as she felt her blood run cold.
â...Y/N.â Naomi halted her movements, eyes wide in shock. Did he just call your name in his sleep? â...Stay with me.â His brows furrowed in his sleep, and Naomi could only look as his image got blurry because of her tears. What? âI love youâŚY/N.â She clasped her hand over her chest, trying to move away.
Heâs dreaming about you? All this time? Tears fell from her face as she tried not to make another movement or sound. And he said he loves you? Her initial suspicions were right. Naomiâs throat constricted as she held in her sob. âNoâŚâ She whispered, finding it hard to breathe. Her ears were starting to ring as she struggled to get up.
*Ring. Ring. Ring.*
Naomiâs breath was knocked out of her lungs as she noticed Satoruâs phone ringing and vibrating beside his pillow. He canât wake up. Not now⌠She thought as she forced her weak knees to work and grab the phone without startling him but it was impossible as it was right beside his head, partially covered by the pillow.
Before she could even get it, Satoru stirred awake, blinking his eyes up at her. âNaomi?â His eyes scanned her before realizing the situation she put the both of them in. âWhat the fuck?â His eyes went wide, trying to get up. Naomi was panicking, stepping off of him as he looked at her with confusion and disgust.
âS-Satoru, it isnât likeââ She tried to hold his hand, face wet with tears as he tried to get away from her, âWhat the fuck are you trying to do?â Pulling his pants before standing up. She picked up her silk robe, trying to give herself some decency as what she did started to sink into her. âWere youâfuck!â Satoruâs frustration was obvious, making Naomi flinch as she wept.
âWere trying to sleep with me while I was out?â His eyes were filled with emotions; dismay, disgust, fear, and disbelief. The last thing Satoru remembered was staring at his phone before he dozed off. Then, he remembered dreaming about you. Satoru rubbed his forehead with the heel of his palm. He knows that he shouldnât have taken shot after shot even if heâs at home.
Satoruâs a lightweight and Naomi knows that. Could it be⌠âYou made me drink on purpose.â His voice lowered as he pointed a finger at her. âNoâŚI didnât. Iââ She tried to utter, voice coming out as a squeak, âI am not asking a question. I know that you did.â Satoru gritted through his teeth.
âDo you know what can happen to you?â Satoru walked towards her, glowering. âI could put you behind bars for this, Naomi.â Satoru was fuming, he didn't even know where the alcohol in his body went. He just knows that heâs dizzy. Raising his hand only to put it back down again, he doesnât want to risk anything.
âWhat were you trying to do?â He spoke in a low voice, reaching for his phone on the bed. Your name was written in bold letters when he looked at his notifications. So, it was you who was calling. Once again saving him from whatever type of hell he got himself into. âN-nothing happened.â She shook her head, trying to convince him with her eyes.
âIâm not asking you if something happened or not, Iâm asking about what you were trying to do.â His jaw and teeth hurt by how hard he is biting down. She sat there with tears cascading down her cheek while Satoru waited for her. âPlease, donât make me do thisââ
He can't believe that a face as angelic and tame as this could do something so evil; so vile.
âDonât make you do what? You feel embarrassed now but you werenât embarrassed earlier when you were assaulting me!â He snapped, watching her eyes widen and her fear flashes on her face. âItâs not that, Satoru. I wasnât trying toâŚâ She walked to him, grabbing his hand with her cold ones. Satoru snatched his hand away, taking a step back.
His glares sent daggers to her heart. Never once has he been like this to her. âIâŚWe were having problems. I thought that aâŚa childââ Naomi stopped talking, crying even more as Satoru closed his eyes and shook his head. He could tell that he was holding back on her.
âWe were having problems so you thought having a child would fix it.â He finished for her, biting his lip. Her tendencies scared Satoru. He remembered how he decided not to tell her about his feelings for you earlier when he had every chance to because he felt bad. And now that one decision almost ruined him. âIâm gonna tell you now. Nothing will fix this.â
Naomi could feel her heart crack and break at his words. âIs it because of her?â She scowled, thinking about his motherâs words. âIs it because she got a boyfriend? Satoru, she's only trying to make you jealousââ She tried to explain, desperate to make him listen to her. âI donât fucking care. I donât care if she doesnât take me back, I donât care if she's only doing that to spite me.â Stopping, he took a step towards her.
âNaomi, I donât give a fuck if she hurts me back because I fucking deserve it.â He panted, âFor all the shit I put her through when I decided to be with you instead of fixing things as I promised her.â His mouth quivers as memories flash across his vision.
The day he let go, the day he started over for himself, the day he chose only for himself while you were out there waiting for a change.
âYou know⌠I donât regret meeting you. Because you helped me. You were a great friend to me. But I regret choosing you over Y/N. We shouldâve never been something like this.â He sighed deeply, listening to her sniffles and apologies. âI shouldâve just told you earlier that Iâm still in love with her.â With that sentence, all her questions got answered. Naomi's world came apart.
âYouâre getting checked tomorrow.â He stood up straight, grabbing his phone as he headed for the door. âSatoru, nothing happened, thereâs no need toââ She tried to go after him, stopping when he paused by the door. âI donât trust you.â He spoke before stepping out, leaving Naomi in the room with nothing but her broken heart, shame, and humiliation.
Satoru sat on the couch, running his hands through his hair. He stared blankly at the dark corner of his room, thinking about all the wrong paths he took. So much has happened and itâs not even a whole day yet. First, his mother ruined his childâs family day, and nowâ Cutting off his own thoughts, Satoru started to suspect something.
Naomi said she spoke to his mother. Is she, by any chance, involved with the decisions she came up with?
As much as Satoru hated to think about it, with the way his mother was acting, he couldn't help himself from thinking that she told Naomi something that made her do this. Even if she didnât directly command her to do that, she could still be involved. Tears pooled in his eyes as he thought of it all. He did his everything to try and understand his mom, to be a good son to her.
âNaomi,â Storming back to the room, she found Naomi speaking on her phone. Terror appeared as she looked at him, hurriedly ending the call. Trudging towards her, she tried to put her phone away but with their size, it was impossible. âWho are you talking to?â He was far too angry to listen to her pleas and calls of his name.
She desperately tried to get it back but she was too late. âSo, I was right? You talked to my mom about this.â He laughed bitterly, clenching the phone in his hand. âSatoru, let me explain, please. I wonât lie. We had a chat, weââ Naomi rambled on but Satoru was already pressing the call button, walking out as she chased after him.
âWhat?! You came up with that plan, deal with it!â Satoru can tell how annoyed she was by how she immediately answered, not even thinking about who it was. Satoru tried to keep Naomi away as she tried to grab the phone, calling her mom. âDid you coach her to violate your own son?â Satoru felt nauseous. He wants to throw up everything in his stomach.
âSatoru? No, honey, I didnât tell her toââ Her voice cracked, shaking and tears finally escaped Satoruâs eyes. Naomi could only stand there, watching the man she loves break down because of what she did. Because of what they did. She shouldâve listened to her conscience when it was telling her to stop.
Her desires brought her nothing but a quick, frail pleasure and a lifetime of agony. They gave her something to regret for the rest of her life.
âIâll be in contact with Dad. And you wonât ever hear from me again once I settle all of this.â His voice was hoarse, low, and rough. Not giving himself a chance to hear his motherâs cries, Satoru ended the call. Before Naomi could even talk he was already harshly shrugging her touch off of him, âDonât even try to explain. Itâs clear to me now.â
âSatoru, can you just listen for a bit, I didnât want to do thatâ'' She choked on her own sobs, âBut you did! And I could get you arrested for it.â Satoru threatened, making her shake her head in fear. âYouâll get tested tomorrow.â He pointed a finger at her face, before turning to leave.
Entering his childâs room, Satoru sat on the bed, letting himself crumble and fall apart.
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âMama, mama!â You woke up to the feeling of someone jumping on the bed beside you. âEat, Y/N. Letâs eat.â Looking down, you found two children looking at you in their pajamas. âAlright, alright. Iâll be up in a minute, calm down. â You rubbed your eyes, smiling even as you remembered how the other night went.
After an hour of sitting in the kitchen, Toji came out. You refused to look at his face, but you can feel his cautious movements around you. You subtly wiped your cheeks, trying to hide the fact that you cried. You always know that itâs alright to cry to him, but for some reason, you feel like youâre so far away from him right now.
You felt like he was holding a weapon against you. One shot could be enough to tear you down again.
âIâm sorry.â He whispered, after a couple of seconds of standing in front of you. You looked down, leaning on the kitchen counter. âI didnât mean to say that.â Toji took a seat on one of the chairs, patiently waiting for you to respond. Sighing, you looked up at him, seeing him looking at you with contrite in his eyes.
âYouâre a father too, Toji.â You tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear, before letting your hand rest on your nape. âI know, Y/N. I shouldnât have said that.â Toji admits that he felt like you were being unfair to him. He didnât realize that he was the one being unfair to Satoru when heâs obviously trying to stay at a distance.
âPlease, understand that Iâm not asking you to forget your wife. I just donât like feeling like IâmâŚlike Iâm not enough.â You swallowed right after saying it, as if itâs a strong medicine that tasted bad enough to numb your tongue. âIâve had enough of feeling like that.â It was barely above whisper, Toji didnât really catch it but he wrapped you in his arms.
âIâm sorry, I really am.â Kissing your forehead, he felt you relax in his arms. Toji hated himself for making you feel like this again. He hated that he let himself project his feelings on you. The jealousy was coming from him and not you. He failed to understand your point because he was blinded by his bitterness over the fact that you and Satoru are finally getting along.
He didnât even think of the child involved.
âIâm tired. I just want to sleep.â You murmured to his chest, âAlright, alright. Letâs go.â With that, you and Toji went to bed; with his arms around you and your back against his chest. You didnât want your head against his chest, you canât bring yourself to look in his eyes.
You were afraid that youâd hear a different name if you listened to the beat of his heart. It would be painful to see a different woman in the reflection in his eyes.
Picking up your phone, you felt the two kids lay beside you. There were texts from Satoru. You initially assumed that itâs probably because of your missed call from the night before but your brows furrowed in confusion when you saw how early he sent them. 4:37 in the morning.
Opening the messages, you heard Toji enter the room. âWhat are you two doing? I said "no jumping on the bed.ââ Your eyes were glued to the screen of your phone, taking in every single word in Satoruâs messages. âGood morning,â You felt a kiss on your forehead, âYou okay?â Toji asked, curious as to why you looked worried first thing in the morning.
âSatoruâs got matters, he canât pick Yui up until later today.â You spoke, opening the next message. I saw your call last night. I couldnât call back because it was late. I fell asleep early. âItâs probably because of what happened yesterday.â You caught a sigh escape from Tojiâs lips. âHeâll be ok. He wonât let you get caught up in this.â
He sat down next to you as he looked at the screen, you didnât bother hiding it, not wanting to make him feel like youâre hiding something. âDo you want to talk to him?â You looked at him as soon as the words escaped his lips. âItâs okay. He would say that if he needed that.â You replied, looking away after giving him a small smile.
âWell then letâs have breakfast, I cooked something. The kids woke up really early.â He chuckled, pecking your cheek. âIâll be there.â You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into you as you kissed his ear. âThank you so much.â You whispered to him, feeling his weight on you.
âAnything for you.â Only Toji knows how much he meant those words.
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âIt will be out in two days.â Satoru threw the car keys on the couch, before walking towards the stairs. âYou can take all your belongings. If Iââ He trailed but Naomi cut him off, âSatoru, Iâm sorry. I was just desperate toââ He gave her a warning look, making her look down. Heâs been nothing but cold to her.
âYouâre desperate so you tried to do that to me?â He shook his head, âYou know, Iâm sorry too. I regret that I didnât just tell you what was really going on. I should've just broken up with you that day. I thought I could save it if I tried, even just for the sake of the time we were together and what you did for me, but I canât. This wouldn't have happened, you wouldn't have gotten a chance to do that.â Satoru was getting harsher and harsher with his words.
Filled with mixed emotions, he watched as the woman he trusted cried again. Sheâs been crying since the night before but he couldnât find it in himself to comfort her. He doesnât even want to be under the same roof as her at that moment. When he thinks about what couldâve happened if he didnât wake up on time, or if you didnât call, all he feels is dread.
âI will be the first to touch the test results.â Satoru declared as he clenched his jaw, âSatoruâŚcanât we just wait untilââ Naomi tried to grab his arm, looking at him with teary, pleading eyes. Sheâs shaking, and her fingers are freezing. âWait until what? âTill I canât go back? âTil you achieve what youâre trying to do?! âTil you ruin every hope that I have?!â The woman cowers in fear and embarrassment.
âNaomi, are you not scared? Of this mess that you got me in?â He hissed at her face, watching her look down as she sobbed. Sheâs visibly trembling at this point, âYou should be ashamed.â Satoru nodded his head, clenching his fists. âFor what youâve done... you should be ashamed.â He walked out of the room, slamming the door on her as she fell down to her knees, wailing.
Locking the door, Satoru changed quickly, before laying down on the bed. His headâs been killing him since last night; hangover, sleeplessness and stress are continuously tearing through every muscle. He looked at his phone, seeing the hundred missed calls from his mom who probably came earlier, as expected, when they went to the hospital.
Satoru was just about to put his phone down when it started to vibrate. Your contact with a picture of Yui and you flashed on the screen. He didnât waste any time answering the video call. Seeing his little girl made all the tiredness leave his body. She looked down at the phone, smiling at him.
âDada! Dada, Hi!â Waving at him, âHey, baby. Iâll pick you up in a bit, alright? Dada just needs to nap.â He watched her scrunch her brows, seeing your frowning face for a second. âYui donât want.â She whined, hearing the word ânap.â Laughing, Satoru saw you peek on the screen, âNot Yui. Dada will nap.â
âTake your time to rest. You look really tired.â You talked, holding a baby plate in your hand. âI just noticed sheâs starting to look like you.â He chuckled, sighing as his eyes blinked slowly. You remained silent on the other end of the line, feeding a spoon full to the toddler.
âWhat were you going to say to Dada?â You talked to Yui, wiping her chin. âSorry. Yui, uhm, Yui not nice.â The view kept shaking as she struggled to hold the phone in her small hands. âItâs ok, baby. Dada will buy you the cake, as promised.â The way her eyes lit up as she heard the word made Satoru forget about his problems.
After a little bit of talking and watching his daughter eat, you took the phone from her but still kept the camera on her face. âSay bye-bye now, let Dada sleep for a bit.â You spoke, and the kid obediently followed, waving her father goodbye, âBye-bye. Dada.â She looked up at you, âSee you later,â Repeating each word you say, Satoru could only tell her how much he loves her.
He wished to tell you that he loves you too but that wouldnât be right.
âIâll call later. â He talked to you, hearing you hum, âAlright, rest well.â With that, you ended the call, leaving Satoru on the verge of sleep. He prayed to dream of you and maybe even do the things that he wished to do with you. He wished that he could just ask you to hold him before he breaks down again.
He realized that all this time, itâs you, itâs your arms that he needed to put him back together again permanently and not just as some sort of comfort that could so easily break. If he had a choice to turn back time, heâd turn it all the way back to when you, Yui, and he were together; not before he met you.
Because even if his relationship with you began with an obligation, it was still his choice to love you.
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TWO DAYS LATER
âYeah, donât worry about it. Itâs alright.â He spoke to the phone, struggling to put his seatbelt on. Satoruâs been anxious, he couldnât even sleep properly. Today, heâll be receiving the test results. âI just got back from Tojiâs, and heâs got something to do so he couldnât take me to pick Yui up.â You sighed from the other line.
You were about to take a cab to Satoruâs house but he insisted that heâll just drop Yui off back to you. âLetâs talk about the car next time, okay? So, you donât have to commute.â He reminded, hearing you hum. âYeah, ok. Iâll tell Toji about it too.â With that, you bid farewell, telling him to drive safely before dropping the call.
âAlright, letâs go to Mama.â Satoru looked over at his daughter who was sucking on her binky. She nodded eagerly, wiggling her little legs as she claps her small hands. Satoru didnât tell you about what happened with Naomi. He doesnât even know if heâll be able to. That night was still clear to him. He closed his eyes, grabbing the steering wheel before starting to drive.
The car ride to your house was filled with little giggles and occasional singing of his little girl. She slowed Satoru down, preventing his mind from overheating from thinking about things as she playfully calls him every now and then. "Dada! Yui hair!" She pulled at the strands, scrunching her nose as she laughed. "Dada hair!" Her fingers pointed at him.
Satoru smiled at her through the mirror, instantly understanding what she was implying. "Ah, yes, we have the same hair." He cooed, making the little girl cover her eyes as she smiled, "You're a smart kid." In no time, the two of them reached your apartment. The kid kept hugging her Dad as they walked up your steps, as if sensing his distress.
"Baby!" You opened the door for them, kissing Yui's cheek. He can see your eyes scan his face, a hint of worry was etched on your features, "Would you like to come in? How did things go?" You were reluctant to ask the question, worried that it might be a bit too private for you to know. But it looked like he needed it when a small, sad smile appeared on his lips.
"Not good," He sighed, "I'll tell you about it some other time." Satoru went inside but only to put down his daughter's bag. "I, uh, have a delivery coming today, soâŚ" Nodding, your mouth formed an 'O' shape, "Alright, you better get back then. Say bye to Dada." You adjusted your daughter on your hip, urging her to give her father a kiss.
"Bye love, I'll see you in a few days." He pecked the kids forehead, patting her hair and smiling at you as he went. His head, his heart and his feet felt heavy as he walked away. It's like the second Satoru left your apartment, his headache was back knowing that whatever's waiting for him at his house could be another obstacle to pass. And the worst; it could be something that he can never run away from.
He arrived only a couple of minutes earlier than the mailman. The envelope felt like a tonne in his hand as he took it, signing quickly before thanking the worker. Satoru stared at it as he walked to his living room, sitting down on the couch when he felt like his knees were about to give up. With cold fingers, he opened it, going directly to the section where he could find his peace.
Eyes widening as he breathed out the air he didn't know was holding in, he slammed the papers on the table as he pulled his phone out and dialed the number he's been hoping to call ever since the incident.
"Dad, I need to talk to you."
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Katsuki holds your hand.
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You adjusted to get more comfortable on the couch while the boys continued their conversation about today's training.
"If you ask me, we really showed what Class 1A can do today, that's all I'm saying," Denki said concluding his point.
"I agree everyone did their best today," Hanta said nodding.
Katsuki came into the common room and made his way over to join the conversation. He sat down at the furthest possible spot away from you on the couch. Even though you two had been in some type of undefined relationship for a while, he never showed any indication of it around others.
You rolled your eyes at his decision to sit so far away from you.
"Oh, hey Kacchan, we were just talking about how awesome everyone was in the training today. Especially me with my smart thinking~," Denki said with his usual sly smile.
"Tch- you're really thinking a lot of yourself after that aren't you?" Katsuki huffed out.
"Hey come on, you guys are always making fun of me for being dumb so- I gotta gloat my wins when I can, right?" Denki responded.
"Awe Kaminari~ we only make fun of you because that face you make when you fry your brain is so cute~," you said leaning over to pinch his cheek.
"Hey cut it out!" He exclaimed and swatted your hand away, a bright red blush illuminating his face.
Katsuki grunted and got up walking back to the elevator for the dorm rooms.
"You're leaving already?! You just got here man!" Eijiro called after him.
"Yeah, it's late," he said without turning around and continuing to walk to the elevators.
You jumped up and followed him to the elevator. The boys eyed you but didn't say anything and continued their conversation.
"The hell are you following me for?" Katsuki asked grumpily pressing the elevator button.
"No way you're going to bed, it's too early even for you," you observed.
The elevator opened and you both stepped in, "What do you care? Just go back," he spoke, waiting for you to exit, but instead you leaned over and pressed the button to his floor.
The elevator closed giving you both some privacy, "Why don't you just say you're jealous?" You asked bluntly, turning to Katsuki.
"HA?!" he exclaimed, turning to you, fury in his eyes.
"Come on you think that wasn't obvious? You got up as soon as I made that flirty comment at Kaminari," You challenged him.
The elevator opened up to his floor and Katsuki stormed out.
"Don't ignore me!" You yelled following after him.
Katsuki opened his dorm door and let out an annoyed huff of air when you slipped in under his arm.
"You can't run away from me you know," You declared. Katsuki angrily slammed his door and pulled your wrist up above your head, pinning you against the door. Any other person might have been afraid, but Katsuki's angry outbursts didn't faze you anymore.
His face was just inches away from yours and you could see the anger that flashed in his eyes ignited by his jealousy, "You know I fucking hate when you do that."
"Do what?" You asked, playing innocent as if you didn't intentionally flirt with Denki to piss him off.
"Don't play dumb with me," He growled. "You're so god damn flirty and it pisses me off, makes those extras think they have a chance with you. Especially dunce face, I hate the way he looks at you. Makes me want to explode the shit out of him. You're mine you know that!"
"Well- maybe they wouldn't look at me that way if they knew," You challenged him.
Katsuki let go of your wrist and stepped a few paces back from you, "I told you I'm not good at this shit." He said, crossing his arms.
"I'm not either Katsuki- but you sat the furthest away you could have from me down there-,"
"The fuck does that matter?? I was just sitting on the couch. Why the hell are you like that anyway? Do you like dunce face or something?" He asked.
You let out a sigh, "No of course not, I like you. I only did it because it pisses you off," You let out a small laugh. "I just want your attention that's all," you answered honestly.
"Tch- my attention? What a dumb ass way to go about it." He huffed.
"Told you, I'm not good at this stuff either. What if- I'll stop my playful comments if you make it obvious that there's... something between us," you proposed.
"Like what? You want me to hold your goddamn hand or something?" he asked.
Your eyes blinked wide. You were going to suggest just having him sit next to you on the couch next time- but this was much better.
"Yeah that's- that's good," you said trying to keep the excitement out of your voice. You didn't want Katsuki to see how much that actually meant to you.
"Fine, now get out, it actually is late now I gotta sleep," He grumbled.
You moved closer and placed a kiss on his cheek, "Sure thing Grandpa," you teased, and laughed as you left his room and made your way back to yours.
The following day, you sat in the common room around the usual couches the boys chose to hang out on.
"Man, today's lesson went way over my head, did any of you get it?" Eijiro asked looking distressed.
"Nope- Ectoplasm's lecture was impossible to follow," Denki said.
You were about to respond when you noticed Katsuki making his way to the couches. The boys continued their conversation while you eyed Katsuki, wondering if he'd stay true to his word. Katsuki silently sat next to you. Both hands tucked deep into his sweat pockets he looked away from the group.
"Bakugo, you're going to have to tutor all of us on the lesson today!" Eijiro exclaimed.
"Sure whatever-" Katsuki said still looking away from the group.
Eijiro looked at him curiously, wondering what was wrong, but decided not to push his friend and continued his conversation with Denki.
Without warning Katsuki pulled out his hand from his pocket and quickly grabbed yours, interlacing his fingers with yours. You looked down at your hands and then back up at him. He was still facing away from the group and his leg was bouncing up and down nervously.
Eijiro stopped mid-sentence at the sight.
"WHAT!?" Katsuki barked snapping his head to Eijiro.
"Nothing! Nothing!" Eijiro said quickly. He knew Katsuki well enough to know better than to make it a big deal.
The boys silently looked at each other and then back at you two stealing glances.
"If someone says a goddamn word I'm exploding them," Katsuki mumbled and turned to look away from the group again.
"So, anyway that lesson was awful," you said, encouraging the group to pick back up the conversation and not make a scene about Katsuki holding your hand.
"Yeah right-," Denki said and continued complaining about the rest of the day.
Katsuki gave your hand a slight squeeze, showing his appreciation.
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Little midfielder
warning: none
characters: jude x mom!reader
summary: when your baby wants to practice football but your husband is injured.
may contain spelling and translation errors!
Madrid, Spain â July 4, 2024
Benjamin, just two years old, was already obsessed with football. Every time he saw a ball, his eyes lit up and he started running after it, even though he was still learning to shoot.
Today, with the sun illuminating the yard, he held his mini soccer ball with determination, ready to convince his dad to play with him. Jude was sitting on the couch, with his leg stretched out and still in the process of recovering from his last injury, trying to follow the doctor's recommendations. He knew he needed a little more patience, but when Benji came running with the ball, his curls bouncing and an irresistible smile on his face, he felt his heart melt.
âDaddy, play, daddy!
Benji asked, holding the ball in both of his little hands and swinging it in front of his father. Jude looked at his son and, for a second, hesitated. He knew he wasn't ready to return to intense physical activities yet, but it was just a game with his son, right? Nothing else. A smile formed on his face, and he sighed.
âOkay, Ben, let's go. But slowly, huh?
The boy, excited, started jumping, while the man slowly got up. You, who was nearby, gave a warning look.
âJude... you know the doctor hasn't released it yet, right?
âI know, I know. âHe replied, taking the ball from your son's hands and lightly throwing it to the little one. âBut it's just a light game, nothing more.
Benji, of course, was over the moon. He chased the ball with all the energy a two-year-old could have, his quick, clumsy steps around the yard were adorable to watch. Jude, even though he was trying to take it easy, ended up kicking the ball back to him with a little more force than he intended. The little boy stumbled as he tried to catch the ball, but soon got up, laughing as if it were the funniest thing in the world.
âLook at that kick! âHe joked, pretending to be the game's narrator. âBellingham father against Bellingham son... and the father is having trouble moving, but the son comes with everything!
You, watching from afar, shook your head, laughing at the way your husband was turning a little joke into a competition. Your baby, all concentrated, made a clumsy kick, and the ball went straight to Jude's feet. He tried to resist the attempt, but the player's instincts took over. He adjusted his foot and gently kicked back. Benjamin ran after the ball, aiming to show his father his skills.
âLook, daddy! I'm just like you!
He spoke with that sweet child's voice, making Bellingham's heart melt even more.
He sent it and bent down a little to be at the baby's height.
âYou'll be better than me, little one. But only if mommy doesn't let me play with you too soon!
Benjamin, not understanding the joke, just laughed and continued running. You, on the other hand, crossed your arms and gave Jude a warning look.
âYou know you should be resting.
âI know, darling! âHe replied, laughing âBut how am I going to say no to this little midfielder of ours here?
You sighed, but you couldn't help but smile at the sight of the two of them together.
âJust don't get too excited, okay? And, Benji, without hurting daddy, huh?
Benjamin laughed, not really understanding, and continued chasing the ball. But even with the caution Jude was taking, he began to feel a slight pain in his knee, which made him stop and lean lightly on the garden fence. You noticed it right away and went to him, worried.
âSee? I knew this would happen.
âI'm fine, babe!
He replied, still trying to keep the smile, even though he was starting to feel more uncomfortable.
Benji, realizing that the game had stopped, ran to his father and, with those curious eyes, asked:
âDoes it hurt, daddy?
Jude revealed and messed up his son's curls identical to his, but without a cut.
âA little, but dad will be fine. You played very well, Little Bellingham.
You, helping Jude to sit on the sofa in the garden, looked at the little one and said:
âNow it's time to give daddy a rest, okay, sweetheart? Let's play something else for now.
Benjamin, despite being sad to stop the game, agreed and ran around the yard with the ball again. Jude watched his son, with a mixture of pride and frustration at not yet being 100% recovered.
âHe's going to be an ace, right?
He commented to you, who sat next to him.
âHe will! âYou replied, smiling. âBut only if you stop hurting yourself and teach properly.
Jude chuckled.
âYeah, I'm trying...I just need a little more time.
As you watched his son play, Jude knew he needed to take the recovery process seriously. He wanted to be able to play with your son, train with him without any limitations, but he also knew that this would only be possible if he was patient now. And as stubborn as he was, the smile on his mini copy's face was the perfect reminder of why it was worth waiting and doing things the right way.
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Yantober Day 3
Secret Collection [Yandere M. Hairdresser x Gn.Reader]
Using @ozzgin's Yantober prompt list!
Not my favorite and already way behind đSorry for being gone for like, a week. I got kinda sick and then had to scramble to keep up with my new classes. I should be good for now, and I'll try to work through my asks and more of the yantober prompts for now.
Tipjar :)
Tw! Dead dove Do not Eat! MDNI! Stalking, non consensual photography, implied kidnapping, he's really weird, nsfw themes
Your hair stylist is just the best! He always knows how to keep you coming back almost every week...
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Clover knows that what he does isnât right.
He cuts your hair with diligent practice, every strand memorized with care and sweet tenderness. When your tresses lay by his shifting feet, it takes all within him not to cum on spot. Your scent drives him wild, and he knows that youâre the one for him after you come back a second time.
He collects your hair after he pretends to sweep it up and throw it out, rooting around the dustpan in the back of his storefront like a desperate, mangy animal. He lives just above his small, intimate salon, and he knows that if he can just get you to come up with him, that he can start getting you to fall for him.Â
Discount for today only! 75% off hair dyeing, lashes, and nails! Hurry in!
He typed it out and bit his lip as he stared at his screen. There wasnât any sale going on. Nobody but you was privy to this, of course. Months ago, when Clover first met you, he jumped on the chance to have your phone number. He rambled on and on about how it was standard for most of all his customers to punch it. You could earn points! And exclusive coupons! Of course he was just lying to you. He would just send out a few messages every week or so to try and bait you into coming back.Â
Today, he was washing your hair, trying desperately to not whip out his dick and cum all over your sweet, vulnerable face. He ran his hands through your hair, massaging in shampoo and sneakily putting every stray strand of hair that caught on his fingers on a stray napkin. For later, he promises himself with a barely restrained smirk.
â[Name]...â He called softly, watching with affection as your face crinkled before you stared up at him. A shiver ran down his spine. Fuck. If he could have your eyes on him like that at all times, he could die a happy man. He finished up rinsing you off, humming under your attention. âIâm trying to earn my masseuse license⌠Iâm thinking of expanding the services I offer,â He explained while he moved you to a sitting position and placed a towel at your neck. You blinked up at him curiously.
Yes. Just like that. Be lured in by what I can give you.
âMore? But Clover,â You laughed, âYou already have a lot of things you do here. Plus, itâs only you running this place most of the time,â Your voice was filled with playful ease. He bet that you wouldnât know what he was doing even if he pressed his throbbing hard on to your lips right the second.
âI have employees, silly,â He teased, flicking a bit of water onto your face. You giggled and wiped it off. On days you had booked him, he would basically clear out his salon of any other customers or employees. He wanted it to just be the two of you, after all.
âAnyways, you know me. Iâm always looking to expand my craft,â he hummed and led you over to the vanity chair, pumping up your seat so he was leaning over you jussst right. You couldnât see the large tent in his pants in the mirror, but he sighed happily. Oh, your neck felt so delicate underneath his fingers. He could feel your pulse thrumming. He would give anything to be able to bottle that sensation and put it up in his little room dedicated to you.
Clover slips a thin paper strip around your neck before draping a cape around you. Heâd definitely nick that for later. He has a whole stack of them that he likes to sniff from time to time. He hums a small tune, one heâd seen playing on your phone once, and pulls out his hair tools. With every strand that he collects in his comb, he wets his lips with anticipation. He starts up the blow dryer and watches your lips part and your face scrunch up in mild frustration as the loud noise cuts you off. How cute.
After a moment of him working, massaging his fingers into your scalp with an air of nonchalance, he cuts the offending machine and lets you speak while he trims away at your layers.
âIâm kind of jealous,â you admitted, and he couldnât help but perk up. âYouâre always working to get better, to do more,â your words stroked his ego, and he hoped that you wouldnât take note of how flushed his face was in the mirror. You finished off with a shrug and a small smile. âI guess I just admire youâŚâ
Cloverâs heart jumped in his chest. Oh man⌠You had no idea. Him admirable? Would you think that still if you saw the room he had dedicated to you?
âIs that a yes to being my guinea pig, then?â He teased and leaned in so his breath fanned over your ear. You blinked for a moment and then relaxed a bit. He tried to not grin. Got you.
âYeah sure, why not.â
He worked quickly, careful to not mess up your hair as he went along styling it to be just the way you liked. Braiding, blowouts, perms, whatever you requested, he could do it. He knew he was good at what he did, and he knew that with all the discounts he lured you in with couldnât be beat. He was so excited, practically vibrating with joy. As he finished up, he placed his hands on your shoulders.
âOkay! All done! Now just give me a moment to get everything ready for you,â He said and rushed upstairs, every creak of the wood igniting fire into his heart. In his arms was the hair and some objects you had touched. He wondered if you thought on his actions the way he thought about yours.Â
Sometimes, he thinks, he wishes you would find out about how much he loves you. Heâs not delusional, but by god does he wish he was. That way he could at least pretend that you would be okay with all of this. He quickly organizes the hair in its respective drawer, and the other in neat little rows that he has labeled. Used wax strips, the nail files heâs used on your hands and feet, old combs, were arranged like precious items among other things you left behind. A half empty tube of chap stick, some receipts that heâs analyzed hundreds of times, old, spat out gum. It was all here, but he needed more. He craved more of you.
Clover locked up that room with much effort. Oh how much he wanted you.
He lit candles, set up the table, heated stones, and brought the various oils and lotions he couldnât wait to see your body slick with. He heard the creaking on the stairs, and he shuddered.Â
âOh, you got impatient, huh?â He comments, and your footsteps stop abruptly, like you were embarrassed to be caught.
âYeahhhh,â You said sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck as you blushed. He bit his lip, his face hidden by the flickering light. âI just couldnât stand waiting⌠you know me.â
He did. He knew you so well. Heâs happy the two of you could agree.
âOkay, hereâs a robe⌠Just go behind that curtain over there and then put this on.â
Clover watches with satisfaction while you did as he instructed. You didnât know, couldnât know of course, that he had put a camera in the corner. You wouldnât blame him, right? Not if you didnât find out. He just couldnât pass up on the opportunity to get a rare, nude pic of you. After all, he hadnât been able to get into your home yet.
You slunk out from behind the safety of the partition in that fluffy robe, and he smiled warmly and beckoned you forward. He could practically imagine the amount of new additions he could add to his photo wall. You hopped up onto the table, and he covered you with a sheet. He started a playlist of relaxing music before he rubbed some oil onto his palm before he began kneading the flesh of your legs through the sheet, watching your now relaxed face with an intense gaze.Â
Clover loved you. He loved the way you sighed in pleasure as he worked on a particularly stiff knot under your skin. He loved the way you trusted him. He would cherish the robe and the sheet that had touched your pliant form. Everything would be looked after and stored with the utmost care.
Including you.
He smiled, loving and sickeningly sweet as he grabbed a neatly folded, soaked cloth off of the table from its place nestled between decorative flowers. He hovered it over your face as he drank in the sight of your still features. Your nose scrunched, and he bit back the urge to coo. He sighed happily. He wondered if you had caught on that this was the last time you would ever trust him again, that this was the last time you would be anything more than the crowned jewel that heâd been coveting this whole time.
Your eyes fluttered open, his grin stretched wider, and he pressed the cloth down.
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addicted to your rafe!! you mentioned in the bartender!reader au that rafe shared his life story after their first time together and was just wondering if youd ever write about it? would love to read about rafe spilling all (in more ways than one hehe) and reader's reaction but only if its something youre interested in writing!!
i was planning on making the smut really cute BUT...it got a little out of hand bc they're both horny so....enjoy!!! but there's fluff i promise. and he spills everything (eheheh)đââď¸đââď¸đ𫢠thank you for the request đŠľđŤ
i'll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands - r.c (+18)
pairing: rafe x pogue!reader (bartender!reader universe) warnings: SMUT!!!!; a little angst by the end and lots of fluff.
It's past midnight, and youâre sprawled out on your bed, scrolling mindlessly through your phone. Youâre still in your ratty tank top and sleep shorts, some throwaway show mumbling in the background.
The nightâs quiet, a little too quiet, so when you hear a low thump at the window, you nearly jump out of your skin.
But you know that sound. Thatâs Rafe.
You glance over just as his messy dark blond head pops up outside the window, blue eyes gleaming mischievously. Your heart does this stupid thing, and youâre grinning before you even realize it. You slide the window up quickly, shushing him though you know heâs careful.
"Hi,â You whisper, leaning into him the second heâs in, his broad shoulders blotting out the rest of the room.
âMiss me?â he murmurs back, lips quirking as he brushes a hand through your hair.
âMaybe a little,â You tease, tugging him closer by the front of his shirt. Rafeâs standing there in just a pair of worn jeans and a black T-shirt that clings to every hard line of muscle.
God, it should be illegal for him to look this good.
His hair is still damp at the tips, like he just came from a shower. He leans down and kisses you, his fingers moving to the bare skin at your waist. Youâve been doing this dance for two months now. All hot make-outs that never really go anywhere. Mostly because youâre the one always getting called away for shifts, for family, for whatever comes up.
But right now, right here? Thereâs no work, no responsibilities. Itâs just you and him. And the way heâs looking at you right now, all hooded eyes and smirking lips, itâs driving you crazy.
âWhyâd you sneak in, hmm?â You murmur against his lips, playing with the hem of his shirt. He pulls back, just enough to look down at you, a lazy smile on his face.
âWanted to see you,â he breathes, eyes tracing over me like youâre something to devour. âCouldnât wait.â
You practically pounce on him, shoving him back until heâs pinned against the wall by the window, his eyes widening for a split second before his hands are holding your hips, steadying you as you sit on his lap. You love it when he manspreads.
Itâs so unlike you itâs almost funny, but at this point youâre desperate to feel him. You press yourself up against him, grinding slowly, and you feel the exact moment he realizes just how serious you are right now.
âFuck, babyââ he groans as his grip tightens, like heâs trying to keep himself in check. But you donât want him to hold back.
âIâm done waiting,â You breathe, pushing his shirt up and over his head in one quick motion. âRafeâIâm losing my mind here.â His shirt hits the floor, and you lel yourself really look at him.
All muscle, golden tan skin, the little dip between his abs youâve fantasized about running your tongue along. Youâve seen him shirtless a million times, but right now?
Heâs a goddamn masterpiece.
âIâm so horny it hurts, okay?â You admit in a whisper, almost like you canât help it. His lips twitch as he leans in, his breath hot against your neck.
You feel your cheeks heat up. Itâs not like youâre shy around him anymore, not really, but this feels different. Youâre usually more reserved, the one who lets him make the moves, but tonight...you canât help yourself.
âSorry baby,â he murmurs as he rolls his hips up, and fuck, you can feel how hard he is already, straining against his jeans, âWant me to fix it for you?â
You know what heâs asking. Youâve had this conversation beforeâkind of.
The two of you have been skirting around it for weeks now, with heavy petting and breathless goodnights. You want more. You hook your fingers into his belt loops, tugging at him, and he hisses, biting back a curse.Â
âBedâ he grunts, half-laughing, half-panting as he lifts you like you weigh nothing, carrying you across the room.
Youâre already tearing at his belt by the time you hit the bed, and he lets out this breathless, desperate sound, half-plea, half-growl that shoots straight through you.
âNeed you,â You gasp, yanking the belt free, popping the button on his jeans. Heâs still standing, hovering over you as you sit on the bed, and you look up at him, chest heaving, hair messy, eyes wild.
âYeah?â he breathes, and thereâs this edge to his voice. You smirk, tugging his zipper down slowly, deliberately, keeping your eyes on his as you push his jeans down his hips.
âYeah,â You know you have him. Heâs yours, and heâs done waiting, too.
Once his jeans hit the floor, heâs on you, all heat and muscle. Rafeâs hands grip your wrists, pinning them above your head as he looks down at you, breathing hard.Â
âI was trying to make it special,â he murmurs, his voice low, almost gravelly. âOur first time.â
You canât help but roll your eyes, heâs so stupidly and unexpectedly endearing sometimes it makes you fall even more.
âThis not special enough for you?â You tease, arching your back and lifting your hips, feeling the slickness pooling between your thighs. âI donât do it for you?â
âOh, you do it for me, baby. Believe me.â His voice drops an octave, ââM trying to be a gentleman.â
âI donât want a gentleman,â You quip, your tone playful, âI just want you.â
He wants to give in, but you know he also wants to take his time. âYou sure about this?â
âRafe. My shorts are stuck to my skin.â
He breathes in sharply, head dropping to your shoulder, as he murmurs, âYouâre not wearing any panties?â
âMaybe I am, maybe Iâm not. Whatâs it to you?â You tease, biting your lip, but you know youâre being a little reckless, teasing him like this.
Heâs gonna get you good.
Rafe lifts his head, that infuriatingly handsome smirk still plastered on his face. âSo you are, huh?â His voice is low, almost predatory. âYou trying to drive me crazy?â
You shrug, trying to play it cool even though it physically hurts not to touch him the way you want to right now. âWhat if I am?â
âGod, youâre so beautiful,â he murmurs, his lips trailing down your neck. You arch against him, your breath hitching when he finds the sensitive spot just below your ear and sucks gently.
Your top hits the floor a second later. Heâs kissing you again, his hands cupping you through your bra.
âPlease,â you breathe, not even sure what you are asking for.
More, closer, something to stop the aching between your thighs. He seems to understand, though. He always does.Â
He unclasps your bra and tosses it aside, taking you in inch by inch, âMy pretty girl,â You feel a blush creep up your cheeks, but before you can think about it, he dips his head and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.
Your fingers dig into his shoulders, he hums against your skin, the vibration making you delirious. His hand slids down to your shorts, pulling them with an easiness that makes your head spin.
Then they are gone, too, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. Rafe pulls back slightly, his eyes raking over your body with a look that makes you squirm.
âBeautiful,â he mutters, almost to himself. âSo fucking beautiful.â
âRafe,â you whisper, reaching for him. When he finally slips his fingers into your panties, you are already trembling. âPlease,â you whimper, rocking your hips against his hand.
âShh,â he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. âIâve got you, baby.â
Heâs touching you, his fingers finding your slick heat and stroking gently. Youâre so wet his flingers glid right on. You gasp, hips bucking up instinctively as his fingers move across your folds, teasingly slow and close to your clit.
Rafe smirks, clearly enjoying how wrecked you already are.âEasy, baby,â his lips brush against your jawline. âWe got all night.â
Youâre past patience.
You grab his wrist, guiding his hand exactly where you want it. âRafe,â you groan, your voice breaking a little, âI need more. Donât piss me off.â
He chuckles, âSo needy tonight,â he teases, but his voice is tight, like heâs losing it too. His fingers dip lower, stroking where you need him most, and you nearly lose it right there.
He lingers there for a moment, just barely grazing your slick folds, before pressing a finger against your entrance, warm and insistent. Slowly, he slides it in, and the sensation makes you moanâa slow, deliberate stretch as his finger sinks deep inside you. He curls it just the way you need him to, stroking your inner walls. Itâs intimate, almost unbearable in how good it feels, the way heâs taking his time, drawing it out like heâs savoring every second. You tighten around him, wet and hot, and he groans softly as he adds another finger, filling you more, the stretch making your legs tremble.
âFuck,â you whimper, your head falling back as he starts to pump his fingers in and out. The way his fingers stretch you, the wet sounds of him working you open, is filthy and intoxicating.
âLike that, baby?â His voice is thick with lust, his free hand gripping your thigh, keeping you spread wide for him. Heâs so strong it makes you want to suck him whole.
You nod frantically, too far gone for words, only able to moan as he quickens the pace, thrusting his fingers in harder. Your walls flutter around him, tightening with every stroke, and you know youâre getting closeâembarrassingly quick, but itâs been a while.Â
His thumb circles your clit, and the sensation makes you cry out, your body arching off the bed.
âOh Godâplease,â you gasp, your fingers clutching at his arm, desperate for more. He smirks against your skin, clearly enjoying the way youâre panting beneath him. Heâs got you in the palm of his hand, and he knows it.
His lips brush against your neck, teasingly slow, while his fingers move with purpose, hitting all the right spots. Your breath is coming in short, ragged bursts as your body answers to his. You can feel the heat coiling tight in your belly, and youâre practically shaking with anticipation.
He presses his forehead against yours, his breath uneven, eyes locked on you as if heâs watching every bit of pleasure cross your face.
âCome for me, baby,â he murmurs, his voice just as wrecked, âLet me feel you.â
Youâre so close itâs dizzying, you can barely catch your breath.Â
He leans in, lips caressing your ear, âThatâs it, baby,â he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. âI can feel youâre almost there. Youâre so tight around my fingersâfuck, youâre close, arenât you?â You can only nod, your breath hitching as his thumb circles your clit with just the right pressure, your hips grinding up into his hand instinctively. every word out of his mouth pushes you closer. âLook at you,â he coaxes, his voice like velvet, âSo perfect.â
His fingers twist inside you, hitting that sweet spot, and your whole body tenses. The pleasure builds into a burning coil deep in your tummy, tightening with every movement.
You canât think, canât breathe, and all you can do is feelâfeel him, feel the way heâs working you. The way heâs talking you through it.Â
âJust like that,â he whispers, âYouâre doing so good, baby. Let me feel it.â
His thumb presses harder against you, and your whole body jerks up. You cry out, a broken sound, your hips bucking uncontrollably as your orgasm hits you perfectly. Rafeâs fingers never stop, drawing it out, his other hand still gripping your thighs open âThatâs my girl,â he murmurs, his voice hoarse. âFuck, youâre so beautiful when you come.â Your body trembles beneath him, the pleasure still vibrating through you, and heâs right there, âRide it out, baby,â he breathes, his lips kissing your temple, his voice full of pride. âIâve got you. Youâre doing so good. So fucking good.â
You canât do anything but cling to him as you shudder. He finally slows his fingers, easing you down gently, and when he pulls them out, you feel the emptiness like a loss. Youâre still catching your breath, body buzzing from the orgasm he just wrung out of you, but you notice the shit-eating grin on his face as he glances down at his hand, fingers still slick from you, and then slowly brings them to his mouth.
He holds your gaze, never breaking eye contact as he slips his fingers between his lips, tasting you. Itâs slow and the way his eyes darken while his tongue sweeps over his fingers makes you whine.Â
"God, baby," he murmurs around his fingers, as he pulls them from his mouth with a soft pop, licking his lips. âYou taste so fucking good.â
Youâre breathless, watching him like youâre in a trance, your heart pounding in your chest. The sight of him tasting you like that, makes your legs open again. He grins, noticing how wrecked you look. âDidnât think I could want you more,â
Youâre still so turned on that you canât help the way your thighs squeeze together instinctively. His eyes flicker down, catching the movement, and his grin only widens as he crawls back up your body, settling between your legs, âDonât tease.â
"Donât worry, baby," his lips skim against yours, âNot teasing anymore.â
You donât know where you get the strength to do it. But you do it anyways.Â
As soon as Rafe settles back, you push him onto his back, taking advantage of his surprised expression, and climb on top, straddling his waist, your hands braced against his chest. You can feel the hard planes of his abs beneath your fingers, and the heat of him pressed against your pussy makes your mouth water. You can feel it building inside you, the need to take him, to ride him until thereâs nothing left.
His hands settle on your ass, firm, but not controlling, giving you full reign to take what you want. His eyes are on yours, half-lidded and a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. âGo on, baby,â he drawls, his voice like honey, âShow me what you can do.â
You donât even remember pulling his boxers down.
You donât need to be told twice.
You let yourself brush against the hard length of him, and the sensation alone makes you bite your lip to hold back a moan. His cock is thick, long and hot beneath you, and you grind against him slowly, dragging your wetness along his length, teasing the both of you. Youâre rocking back and forth against his tip, dragging him in between your soaked folds and pulling huffs and puffs from his throat as he only grows more impatient by the second.
âFuck,â Rafe groans, his hips jerking up involuntarily, your clit rubbing against his pubic hair with every movement, the friction doing it for you. His abs tense beneath you, flexing with each of your movements, and the sight of itâof him completely at your mercyâonly makes you wetter.Â
You lean forward, your hands sliding up his chest, feeling the way his muscles move under your touch.
âYou like that?â you murmur, your voice breathy, teasing, as you grind harder against him. âLike watching me ride you?â
Rafeâs head falls back against the pillow, all the way back, his jaw clenched, his breath coming in ragged gasps. âJesus Christ,â he groans, his hands gripping your hips tighter, lifting his hips to try and shift his cock towards your entrance.
You lean in, your lips dragging against the side of his neck. He shivers under your touch, and the reaction makes you grin. You start off slow, pressing gentle kisses to his skin, your lips trailing from his jaw down to the spot where his pulse is beating just a little faster, teasing him with your breath.
âRight here?â you whisper, barely grazing his skin.
You can feel his body tense as you speak, a low sound escaping his throat. You roll your hips again, this time letting the tip of his cock catch at your entrance. Youâre so wet that he slides in just an inch, and the stretch is enough to make you gasp, your nails digging into his chest. His eyes fly open, and you can see the tension in his body, every muscle tight as he holds himself back from pouding into you, waiting for you to take him fully.
You press your mouth to his neck and start sucking, enjoying the taste of him under your lips.
His grip on is borderline bruising and you love it when another low moan slips out as you work your mouth against him. You make sure to take your time, alternating between sucking and nipping lightly with your teeth, just enough to make him shudder beneath you.
âShit,â he breathes, his voice strained as you keep going, making sure to leave your mark. With a deep breath, you sink dow, slowly feeling every inch of him stretch you, filling you completely. The sensation is overwhelmingâheâs big, almost too big, and it feels so fucking good you almost drool. By the time youâre fully seated on his lap, his cock buried deep inside you, your thighs are shaking, and you can feel the heat pooling in your belly all over again.
You suck harder, enjoying the multitasking, applying enough pressure enough to leave a dark bruise that he wonât be able to hide. His fingers dig into your waist, but he doesnât pull you awayâinstead, heâs holding you there, like he wants to feel every second of it.
âNow everyoneâs gonna know youâre mine," You manage to breath out, moaning as you grip his chest for support, spit slicked lips parting as you gasp some more, "You feel so good."
His eyes are hooded as he looks down at you, lips parted, breathing uneven. âYeah?â he rasps, his gaze flicking to your lips before he grins, a little breathless. âDidnât think you had it in you, baby.â
His hands slide up your waist, his fingers splayed across your ribs, guiding you as you start to move. You start to ride him, slow at first, grinding your hips in slow, deliberate circles. The friction, combined with the way his cock fills you, hits every nerve just right. Maybe if it was someone else youâd be embarrassed to be panting like a bitch in heat, but itâs Rafe and you never felt so comfortable during sex before.
Every time you lift your hips and drop back down, you take him deeper, as you work yourself on top of him. His hands slide up to your tits, squeezing gently, his thumbs brushing over your nipples.
You pick up the pace, bouncing on him harder now, grinding down with each thrust, chasing that high. Rafeâs eyes are glued to you, watching every move you make, his lips parted, his chest heaving with each stolen breath.
âFuck,â you pant, barely able to catch your breath as you ride him faster, âI want you so deep, so bad.â
He lets out a rough, desperate groan, his hips bucking up to meet yours, his cock hitting even deeper inside you. âIâm right here, baby,â he grits out, his voice strained with the effort of holding himself back, âTake what you need. Iâm all yours.â
His hands are on you, gripping your ass with a desperation that makes you mewl out. His fingers dig in, rough and possessive, and the way heâs groping you, like he canât get enough, makes you want to never stop. Each time you move, his hands flex, squeezing and pulling you down onto his cock, it has you practically whining with every bounce.
âYouâre driving me crazy. Just look at you, taking me so good.â
His grip tightens as you roll your hips, pushing your ass back against his hands, the pressure sending a jolt of pleasure straight through you. Youâre completely lost in the rhythm now, grinding down on him like youâre in heat, the friction of his cock inside you and the way his pubic hairs rub against your swollen clit making you lightheaded.
And then, out of nowhere, his hand comes down hard.
The sting of his palm smacking your cheek sends a shock through your body, and you gaspâhalf surprise, half pleasure. Itâs rough, but fuck, it feels divine. Your head snaps forward, and you moan, the sound coming out needy.Â
âYou like that, huh?â Rafe growls, a smile playing on his lips as he watches you react. His voice is thick with satisfaction, knowing exactly what he just did to you. âBeing spanked?â
You bite your lip and nod, too far gone to be shy. "Yes," you pant, your voice shaky with need. "Do it again."
He doesnât need to be told twice. His hand comes down again, harder this time, it makes your skin burn and clench around him. The pleasure spikes, white-hot, and you moan louder, your body arching into his.
"Fuck, you're so sexy like this," He groans, watching you with hooded eyes, clearly loving how much youâre enjoying it.
You practically whimper, the combination of pain and pleasure sending you spiraling. Youâre riding him like youâre losing your mind, your thighs burning. The way his hand soothes your skin, kneading the tender area where he just spanked you, makes you want to do this every single day for the rest of your life.
You lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest as he bucks his hips, meeting your movements with his own, driving deeper inside you. Itâs too much and not enough all at once.
âYou feel so good,â you hiss as you rock your hips faster. His tip hits that perfect spot deep inside you, again and again.
His eyes flick between your face and where youâre connected, and you can tell heâs close too. His grip tightens on you, nails digging into your skin like heâs afraid to let go.
âYouâre killing me, baby,â he rasps, voice hoarse, âFuck, youâre so good. Youâre gonna make me come.â
Feeling you wrapped around him like thatâso fucking tight, so warmâhe canât fucking stand it. Every time you slide back down, taking him all the way like you're made for it, he feels his mind slipping. It's like he's losing control, just hanging on for dear life, and every little throb around him pulls him closer to his orgasm, it makes him feel dangerously close to delirium.Â
He uses one of his hands to grip and knead at the fat of your hip. You let out a high-pitched squeal and clench around him. "Baby," you cry out, pretty tears collecting on your lash line.Â
He pinches your chin lightly, rubbing the pad of his thumb against your skin, âYou have to be quiet, pretty,â you glance up at your boyfriend, âThe walls are thin, and you canâtââ
You interrupt him by leaning down and kissing him sloppily. You swirl your tongue around his, feeling the way his cock throbs inside you as he grinds up into you, hitting that spot every single time.
The sloppy kiss you planted on him shuts him up, but only for a second. His lips slide against yours, his tongue swirling in that messy, desperate way that makes your head spin. He groans into your mouth, rough and low, like heâs losing the control heâs trying to hold onto. His hand slides from your chin to the back of your neck, holding you in place as you ride him faster, bouncing harder on his cock.
âLook at you,â he grits, pulling back just enough to watch the way your face twists in pleasure. The way you clench down on him makes him groan, his grip on your neck tightening just a bit as his other hand lands another sharp slap on your ass.âYou like when I fuck you like this, huh?â
You whine against his lips, your body trembling as he thrusts up harder, meeting each of your desperate bounces. You can feel the pressure building inside you, ready to snap.Â
His hand slides between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing tight, quick circles that make you drop your head forward, laying on your body on top of his. You canât stop the way you grind down harder on him, chasing that final push.
âFuck, baby,â you gasp, barely able to push the words out. âIâm gonnaââ
And then youâre gone, falling into that mind-numbing pleasure as you come hard around him, your whole body shaking, thighs tightening around his as your orgasm crashes over you. Youâre clenching around his cock, the feeling making him curse under his breath, his hips bucking up into you as he chases his release.
He rams up into you, full force, his breath coming out in harsh, irregular pants. âIâm right there,â he groans, âGonna fill you up, you want that?â
You can barely nod, still lost in the aftershocks of your orgasm, but thatâs all he needs. With one final, deep thrust, he comes hard inside you, groaning your name as he spills into you. His hands grip you tight, holding you down on his length as he empties himself into you, his whole-body twitching with the intensity of his release
His hands roam lazily over your back, the touch slow, like he doesnât want it to end. Heâs still inside you, softening, but neither of you make a move to separate.
His lips press a few lazy kisses against your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin as he murmurs. âYouâre somethinâ else, you know that?â
You smile weakly, too blissed out to respond, and nuzzle into the crook of his neck. After a few minutes, you reluctantly lift yourself off him, a soft whimper escaping your lips at the loss of connection. Rafe lets out a content sigh, his hands still trailing down your sides as you move.
You flop down next to him, breath still shallow, your head resting on his chest. He immediately pulls you close, his arm wrapping around you, holding you tight.His hand stops moving, resting on your back, and you feel his chest rise as he takes a deep breath.
"My mom left when I was seven," he says, voice oddly quiet, almost hesitant, like heâs not sure where to start. It almost feels like heâs talking to himself more than to you. Heâs lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, one arm slung across his stomach, the other still lightly resting on your waist.
You lift your head, looking up at him, but you stay quiet, giving him space to talk.Â
âShe just⌠up and left. Told me she was going to visit some family and never came back.â He lets out a short, bitter laugh, his chest rising and falling against you. âI used to sit at the window for weeks, thinking maybe Iâd see her pull up one day. But she didnât. She never did. And I thought, you know, for a long time, maybe it was me. Like, maybe if Iâd been better, she wouldâve stayed. I donât knowâkids think dumb shit like that, right?â
You feel your heart tighten at the pain in his voice, and you reach up, brushing your fingertips against his chest. He doesnât look at you, but you can feel him lean into the touch just a little.
âAnd Ward⌠fuck, Ward didnât know what to do with us. He just buried himself in work, left me to deal with Sarah and Weezie. I didnât know what the fuck I was doing. I was just a kid myself. I never accepted that responsibility, just kept running away from it.â
You can tell this is hard for him. His hand tightens slightly around your waist, like he needs to feel youâre still there.
âWhen I was sixteen... I started doing coke. Barryâyeah, that Barryâhe used to sell it to me. Just to take the edge off, you know? Numb it all out. Wardâs expectations, Mom being gone, having to pretend like I had my shit together when I didnât. I didnât care about anything but getting high.â
He pauses, swallowing hard, his jaw tightening. You can tell this part of his story is the hardest to tell.
âI fucked up a lot. Scared the shit out of my sisters. Iâd disappear for days sometimes, come home all strung out, and SarahâGod, Sarah would just look at me like... like she didnât even know me anymore. Weezie was too young to get it, but Sarah? She knew.â He lets out a shaky breath, âI saw what it was doinâ to them. Saw how Sarah would flinch every time I walked through the door like she was waiting for the next disaster. It got badâreal bad.â
His voice drops even lower, almost like heâs ashamed.
âI didnât want to be that guy anymore. The one scaring my little sisters, acting like a piece of shit. So I went to rehab. Didnât tell anyone where I was going, just⌠left. I needed to get clean, for them. For me, too, I guess.â
He pauses, looking at you now, his blue eyes filled with something vulnerable, something that almost breaks your heart.
âI didnât think Iâd ever get out of it, but I did. Been clean since. That doesnât mean Iâve figured everything out, though. Iâm still... fuck, Iâm still a mess most days.â
Heâs never opened up to you like this beforeânot like this.You reach out and run your fingers through his hair, the simple gesture calming him a little. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment.Â
âYou probably didnât sign up for all this shit,â he says with a half-smirk, trying to lighten the mood. âMe, my addiction, all that.â
He opens his eyes, looking at you like heâs waiting for somethingâmaybe for you to tell him you canât handle it. But you donât say that. Instead, you brush your thumb across his cheek, âI signed up for you, Rafe. All of you.â
âI donât talk about this shit much. Guess I didnât think anyone cared enough to hear it.â
You move, propping yourself up on your elbow so you can look him the eyes properly,. âI care,â you say, your voice full of conviction. âI care about all of it. Iâm here for you.â
He canât believe what heâs hearing.Â
His hand moves to hold your cheek, pulling you down to meet his lips in a slow, tender kiss. When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours.
âYou have no idea what you mean to me.â
He kisses you again, this time deeper, his hand sliding up the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair.
His lips trail from your mouth, pressing lazy kisses down your jaw, over your neck. He shifts, pulling you closer, your body molding perfectly to his. âI donât deserve you,â he mutters, his lips hovering over your collarbone.
You shake your head, resting a hand on his chest. âYou do. You deserve someone whoâs gonna be there for you.â
âI donât know what Iâd do without you.âÂ
You know this is a side of Rafe not many people seeâprobably no one else does.Â
âGood thing you wonât have to find out.â
âYou make it sound so easy,â he murmurs, his lips twitching into a small smile that doesnât quite reach his eyes. âYouâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me,â he says suddenly, the words spilling out of him in this quiet, almost reverent way.
You canât help the soft laugh that escapes you as you lean down, pressing a kiss to his nose. âStop, youâre gonna make me cry.â
He chuckles softly, pulling you closer again, his arms wrapping securely around you. His cheek rests against the top of your head. Youâre not going anywhere. And neither is he.
Rafe lets out a disbelieving laugh, running a hand over his face. âI canât believe your pussy made me trauma dump after sex.â
The crudeness of it makes you roll your eyes.
âYeah?â You tease lightly, âThat what youâre calling it?â
He swallows, feeling that familiar tightness in his throat, but it doesnât feel as suffocating this time. Youâre still here. âNo. Itâs...you. Justâbeing you.â
He doesnât know how to say it any better, doesnât know how to put into words what it means to finally be seen â not as the perfect son, not as a ticking time bomb â just as Rafe.
But you peck him, simple and sweet.
âI guess Iâll just keep being me.â
The next morning youâre standing in the kitchen, lazily pouring milk over your cereal, still a little giddy from the night before. Rafe left earlier, before anyone was up, whining about how he wished he could stay longer.
As you take a spoon, your sister walks in with Milo perched on her hip, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Monica stops in her tracks, a sly smile creeping across her face.
âNice hickey you got there,â she says, raising an eyebrow and gesturing toward your neck.
You choke on your cereal like an idiot.
âUh, itâs just a... a bug bite! A really aggressive bug bite,â you stammer, trying to sound convincing as you awkwardly touch your neck.
Right, youâd forgotten about that after round three this morning.
She laughs, clearly not buying it. âRight. And when am I meeting him? Are you gonna make him sneak through the window again?â
You canât help but giggle at the mental image. âDonât know what youâre talking about.â
Monica rolls her eyes, clearly enjoying this way too much. âWhatâs next? Is he going to slide down a fire escape to avoid us?â
You smirk back, shaking your head. âOnly if you promise not to scare him off with your âget-to-know-my-sisterâ interrogation.â
Milo, oblivious to the banter, tugs at your sisterâs hair. âMommy, can I have a snack?â
âJust finish getting ready for pre-school, buddy!â She turns back to you, still wearing that teasing grin. âSeriously though, when do I get to meet this guy? I need to know if heâs worthy of you.â
You shrug playfully, trying to keep your expression neutral. âWeâll see. Maybe next time he sneaks through the window, you can just happen to be in the living room.â
She gasps in mock horror. âOh no, imagine the chaos! I might just scare him away on purpose.â
You canât help but laugh, shaking your head. âYouâre terrible.â
âTerribly excited! You better let me know when heâs back. I want to be ready to intimidate him.â
âNoted!â You wave her off, still grinning, secretly glad that your sister is supportiveâeven if she loves to poke fun at you.
For some reason, it doesnât scare one bit thinking about Rafe meeting Monica and Milo.
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Summary: After waiting all this time to have you, Suguru finally gets to taste you in a whole new way.
Pairing: Suguru Geto x Fem Reader
** A sorta Part 2 of Do Not Answer **
Story Warning: Post Partum Sex, LACTATION KINK!!!, Smut, Milk Drinking (Suguru), Mutual Masturbation, Female and Male Masturbation, Profanity because I can only be me, Sprung Suguru, Primal Play/Marking, Creampie, A Sprinkle of Breeding Kink, Fingering, Fingersucking, Sensitive and caring Sugu, Needy Reader and Needy Suguru, Missionary, Cowgirl, Dripping Titties, Got Milk??, Threats of violence sorta, Domestic Suguru
WC: 5.6k
Divider Cred: @hitobaby
âYou sure?â
âYes.â
âPositive?â
âOne hundred percent.â
âBabyâŚâ
âSuguru, I promise. Iâm sure. Iâm ready. Besides, the doctor said we couldâŚâ You loop your arms around his neck, watching worry etched across his face slowly begin to fade. âIâll let you know if I need to stop.â
The deep frown lines between his brows disappear, expression softening as he peers down at you. Since youâd returned from your most recent appointment, Suguru had been on edge, tenser than ever. But thatâs been his baseline mood for the last nine months anyway. Though, today was worse than others.
Suguru knew this moment was coming and on a normal day, heâd be looking forward to it. Heâd be jumping for joy at the prospect of having you. However, all he can think about is how terrible heâll feel if he ends up hurting you. He runs one hand gently along your thigh in soothing motions, and heâs not really sure if the act is to ease your mind or his.
Youâve been beaming, going on about doing this from the moment youâd left the doctorâs office, all smiles and eager eyes. Suguru told himself heâd resist, give you more time even as you chirped an excited âI canât fucking wait!â in the car.
But as Suguru stares down at you, all soft and beautiful lying in bed in your cute little silk nightdress, he knows heâll give in to you no matter what. Heâs weak for you. Always has been. Itâs why he couldnât let you go when heâd left jujutsu society. Itâs why he took the risk of trying to win you back.
And itâs easy to give you everything you want and more when you gaze up at him with those pretty eyes of yours. He really should have known from the moment he settled his hips between your legs that all you had to do was ask and he would be yours. Itâs always been that way when it comes to you.
Suguru brings his face down to yours, runs the tip of his nose along the bridge of yours and like a reflex, you tilt your chin up to meet him. He watches your eyes flutter closed, lips pursed with anticipation. And just before your mouths collide, he stops.
âAre you sure you wanna do this?â He asks again, slight panic in his voice.
Heâs certain he doesnât sound like himself. Heâs full of nerves, voice trembling the closer you get. But you roll your eyes playfully with a giggle and it calms him just a bit. âSuguru, just kiss me,â you whisper against his mouth.Â
His lips meet yours hesitantly. His kisses are careful. Tender, like heâs afraid heâll break you if he devours your lips the way he truly desires.
His hand squeezes your plush thigh and a soft whimper falls from his mouth and into yours. When you moan back into him, the sound sends tingles up his spine, making his legs shake ever so slightly. Itâs been some time since youâve made noises like that, and it does something to him. That, and the combination of your little makeout session currently happening. Suguru is struggling to keep it together. Youâve barely been kissing and heâs trying to resist pressing his hips roughly into yours. He so desperately wants you.
Seeâ Suguru has been waiting months to be able to touch you like this again. To have you like this again. Nine long months actually.
Six weeks ago, youâd given birth to your son, the perfect blend of you and him.Â
Your pregnancy had been unexpected and if Suguruâs math was right, heâs pretty sure it happened the night heâd crawled through your dorm window at the school and begged you to leave with him. Itâs been almost a year since youâd abandoned all of your beliefs and hopes to fully stand alongside him as a curse user.Â
After not being able to touch you for so long, just when heâd finally gotten you back, he found himself right back at square one.
But, the payoff was worth the wait.Â
Not long after your defection, youâd come to Suguru in the early hours before he was to meet with the monkeys lined up outside the monastery. Your eyes were rimmed red, evidence of your tears as you stood before him. You looked ill, and you had been for some days. This had Suguru worrying. Youâd been having such a hard time coping with the choice youâd made already.Â
And it likely didnât help that Yaga ripped you a new one days after your defection had become clear. Satoru had given you hell via text, promising to end you both if he saw either of you again.Â
But Suguru could not have gave less of a fuck about his ex friendâs empty threats. He did, however, care about how much it affected you. It only took a few weeks for your health to decline, for you to be sick and in bed most of the day. Suguru truly believed this to be depression settling in for you. The same had happened for him. He couldnât help but be concerned.
On the days you felt well enough to be out, you opted to be without him. And because old habits die hard, Suguru had of course had curses following you in the shadows. If you noticed, you didnât say anything. Which was even more worrisome to him.
Where was the fiery attitude he so loved about you? Where was the woman who gave him absolute hell if he overstepped?You were nowhere to be found.
His mind began eating away at him as he tried to find reasons for your sudden change. Perhaps you had decided to return to the school and leave him behind again? Maybe you were beginning to regret your choice⌠Regret him?
Well, that would just be unacceptable. Suguru could not imagine what he would do if this were the case. Heâd already risked everything to have you again. To beg you to leave with him and give up all youâd known to join him in his fight. It still took convincing even after youâd joined his cause. Now you may be entertaining the idea of leaving again?
Suguru lost his mind the first time he thought he lost you.
This time, he thinks he would destroy everything and everyone in his path if he lost you again.
Luckily for him, and everyone else, all of his worries melted away when you took his hand in yours, squeezing gently and told him the news. âI know this wasnât the plan, Suguru. I know we were going to move forward withâŚâ you paused, choosing your words carefully, because you never knew who could be listening. âCelebrating Christmas Eve.â
He knew what you were referring to, of course.
âI donât care about any of that.â Because he didnât. Even as his heart roared in his ears, all he could think about was the gift you were giving him; the blessing that was now going to be coming.
A child â His child. With you. The perfect heir to his legacy.
But pregnancy had not been good to you and you spent a good majority of it uncomfortable and sick. And so, Suguru had been reluctant to initiate intimacy with you. Not because he didnât find you attractive anymore. It was truly the opposite. In fact, Suguru found you so incredibly enticing during your pregnancy that he was afraid heâd hurt you if you became intimate. He feared he would not be able to fight his urges to fuck you through the bed if he had you.
Seeing you all round and soft? It had his dick aching. He found himself showering three, sometimes four times a day, fisting his cock as he imagined all the ways he wanted to have you. It was embarrassing, the way his body reacted to the simple sight of you. So, he had to find some sort of outlet. You were already struggling so much with your pregnancy. He couldnât add onto that, be the reason you had more discomfort than you were already dealing with.
Now, youâre six months postpartum and youâve been an absolute angel. Youâre glowing, the epitome of beauty, ethereal almost. Motherhood has only made Suguru fall even more in love with you.Â
The doctor has finally given you the green light to be intimate again. Though, with a warning to be careful as the risk of becoming pregnant again is incredibly high right now. Somehow, the thought makes Suguru even harder if possible. Some sick part of him wants to bury himself as deep as possible. Breed you again and again. Pump you full of his seed and have you round with him as many times as he can.Â
A tiny groan escapes Suguru as he deepens the kiss, lips slotting sloppily against yours. Every moan he pulls from you is making it more and more difficult for him to resist pressing his hips against yours, strip you of this flimsy little fabric and make love to you until you can only think of him. The same way he only thinks of you. His hand glides up your smooth thigh, slipping beneath your gown and up to your waist.Â
He finally breaks the kiss, and the gentleness does not make a bit of difference because youâre both left gasping for air between each other. Suguruâs eyes roam down your body ravenously, every new dip and curve gifted to you by your newfound motherhood so goddamn enticing. Even moreso, when he feels itâŚor doesnât feel it, rather.
âYouâre not wearing panties,â he mumbles, more as an observation than a question. He pulls his hand from beneath your dress to glide over the smooth material of your silky gown along your stomach, up to the valley of your breasts.
You shake your head, a cheeky grin spreading along your face. âDidnât think Iâd need them.â
Suguru hums, hooking a finger into the cup of your gown and tugging down. He watches with heated desire as your supple breast falls free from its confines. So round and full. He canât help but run his tongue along his lips.
âDid you pump before bed?â He asks. He cups your breast gently in his palm, biting down on his bottom lip when you sigh a soft no, followed by a quiet gasp. Suguru clicks his tongue, delicately squeezing the tender flesh and honing in on the small pearlescent bead of liquid that forms at the tip of your pert nipple. His heated gaze watches as your eyes fall shut, back arching as you press your breast further into his touch.
Suguru has watched you pump many times. Watched you breastfeed and has always wondered about thisâwhat it tastes like. Itâs not as though heâs picky when it comes to ingesting things. Heâs a curse eater, after all. Heâs sure your breast milk tastes heavenly. Everything heâs tasted from you has never been anything but delectable. But thisâŚthis is new. This is something heâs never had from you. But he will soon.
He must have every part of you.
âYou okay?â Suguru asks, gaze locked on the warm liquid cascading down your breast. He meets your gaze and because you know him so well, you nod almost immediately. He dips down to wrap his lips around your hardened bud, pulling another sigh from you, a little louder this time.Â
The rush of liquid filling his mouth surprises him at first, only for a second. Then he takes his time to taste you. Your milk is rich. Sweet. Buttery. But thereâs an aftertaste there thatâs so incredibly intoxicating, it has Suguruâs eyes rolling straight to the back of his head. It shocks him, the way this taste travels straight to his cock, and has him painfully erect to the point that he lets out a garbled moan against your breast.Â
It only takes him a few seconds, after more than a decade of knowing you, training with you, fighting beside you that he realizes this taste is your cursed energy. And it has his dick is pulsing between his legs.
âHow delightfulâ, he thinks. To fully have you like this. To be able to literally taste the essence of your being. To consume what makes you superior to all others in this world.Â
What makes you powerful.Â
What makes you a sorcerer.
The thought alone makes him want to fucking cum in his pants right this second.
But he canât. He needs to reel it in. At least, long enough to please you. He takes a deep breath, swallows whatâs in his mouth. And just in time, because you roll your hips up into his and he has to pull back with a quiet hiss. The heat of your core meeting his clothed erection has his legs quivering already. Itâs pathetic.Â
He peers down at you, strands of hair stuck messily to his wet cheeks. Under the soft moonlight peeking in through your bedroom windows, he can just make out the way your chest heaves with shaky breaths, the slight parting of your lips as you stare lustfully up at him. His gaze trails down to your other breast, now soaking through your gown, your milk having leaked while he was giving all his attention to your other breast.
âIâm sorry, my love,â Suguru whispers sweetly, hooking his finger into the other cup and pulling it down. âI spent so much time on one, I forgot the other.â
His hand cups your soaked breast, a thumb brushing gently over your erect nipple and you gasp again.
âSuguâŚâ you whine, hands coming up to grab hold of his shoulders.
âYou okay?â
âMhmm,â is all you can manage, eyes fluttering closed as he tweaks your nipple between his thumb and index finger. âSensitive.â
Suguru hums, slowly brushing his thumb over your nipple again, groaning when he elicits the same reaction from you.
âSo responsiveâ, he thinks. Youâve always been, but it seems youâre increasingly so today.
When Suguru slides his wet tongue over your nipple just before taking the peak into his mouth, you squeeze down on his shoulders, a choked sob falling from your lips.
âOh, I love that sound you make,â Suguru breathes against your breast. He drinks greedily from you, savoring every little tingle the taste of your cursed energy sends up his spine, every little mewl you let out. Heâs sure his skin is covered with goosebumps.
This must feel like sweet relief for you. Your body melts into his as he mouths at you, slurps you up, devours you and all you have to offer.Â
Youâre delicious.
And Suguru means that literally.
When your hands tangle in his hair and pull him up from your nipple with a loud pop, itâs only then that he realizes heâs been so focused on your breasts that he damn near forgot about you.
Panting, he stares down at you. Heâs certain he looks all kinds of disheveled â lips swollen and glistening, chin dripping, eyes glazed over.
And you, you only stare back at him lovingly â eyes full of arousal, hungry and wanting, lip swollen from biting down on it in attempts to stifle your moans. You bring a hand up to his face, cupping his cheek gently. You swipe your thumb along his chin, collecting whatever liquid resides there. Itâs sweet, cute that youâre wanting to clean him up. But then you press your thumb to his lips, your mouth falling open as you slide the digit past the threshold until you reach his tongue. You peer up at him expectantly. So Suguru wraps his lips around your thumb and greedily sucks the remaining drops of your milk from your thumb.
Your other hand wraps around him, fingers delicately tracing a line up and down his back and Suguru releases a muffled groan.Â
âI want you,â you whisper and you grind your hips into his again. He can feel your arousal through the fabric of his boxers. He canât even stop his own hips from rutting desperately into yours and you whine softly, âPlease.â
He can hear the desire in your voice. It shoots straight to his dick and the throb that follows has Suguru wincing.
There you are. Thereâs his girl. So fucking needy for him like youâve always been. He loves it when you get like this. And itâs been so long since youâve begged for him that he has to resist yanking his pants down and sliding right into your dripping cunt.
Heâs so hard for you, wants to fuck you until you canât stand. But he has to remember, you may not be ready for that. He needs to be careful with you, take his time so as to not hurt you.
âYou sure?â He asks, just one more time. For his own peace of mind.
You fix him with a deadpan look, much like the one you gave him the night heâd climbed through your window and threatened to splatter your little boyfriendâs insides along the streets of Tokyo.
âOkay,â he acquiesces, a small smirk playing on his lips. He loves your little attitude.
Heâll take his time with you, let you get used to this again because god knows heâs gonna need a second or else heâll be losing himself to you in no time. He dips his head down, lips finding your neck and pressing soft kisses before he lightly sucks at your skin, making quick work of leaving a mark.
In the morning, when youâre getting ready for the day, he knows heâll receive your wrath and it will have been worth it. Suguru loves to mark you up, though it pisses you off. He only cares that it signifies to everyone that lays eyes on you that you belong to him and him alone.
His possessiveness takes over, makes him bite down on the already tender spot on your neck and you cry out, which only makes Suguru moan against you.
âSorry,â he mutters as he nuzzles against your throat, nipping and sucking lightly as he goes.
âMore,â you whimper, and your fingers trace down his bare chest, along his abdomen until they reach the waistband of his boxers. You slip your hand inside, finding his cock with ease and wrapping your hand around him.
The sensation makes Suguru buck into your fist, a weak cry falling from his lips as he thrusts himself into your hand.
âBabyâŚâ he whines into your neck. âFuck, waitââ
But you donât listen. You pump his cock, matching his rhythm as you throw your head back with a soft moan.
Suguru slips a hand between the two of you, cupping your pussy and groaning when he feels how soaked you are. Itâs probably for the best that you ditched your panties tonight. He runs a finger through your folds, finding your clit and massaging circles around the sensitive nub teasingly.
Youâre writhing beneath him, keening quietly into the air as you stroke his cock and let Suguru mark your skin as he pleases. Heâs moved onto your chest now, lips back on your nipples and he suckles any drop of milk he can get from you.
The sounds coming from you are driving him insane. The sounds coming from him are almost foreign. Heâs never heard himself sound like this before, so desperate, so needing, so fucking in love with you. He wants more, wants to hear more, wants to feel more.
He breaks free of your breasts and crushes his lips against yours. When you gasp in surprise, he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth while simultaneously slipping a finger easily inside of you. Your movements pause, a sharp intake of breath making Suguru pull back.
âYou okay?â He asks, panic clear in his voice. âWe can stop.â
You shake your head quickly. âNo! No, Iâm fine. Itâs justâŚâ You begin pumping him again, smirking when you see the way Suguruâs jaw clenches, how his hips stutter slightly. âItâs been awhile. Keep going.â
Suguru is a little hesitant. This is exactly what he was worried about. He knew you werenât ready. He should stop â
His thoughts are interrupted when you squeeze the head of his cock, his precum adding enough lubrication to make the sensation dizzying for him. He has to catch himself on his free arm.
âGoddamn,â he grits, pulling his finger back just slightly before burying it knuckle deep inside you again. âFuuuucking stroke my cock.â
You have your fist tightly wrapped around his length, twisting and pumping him just the way he likes. Like you havenât missed a beat. You gaze up at him, all flushed cheeks and eyes glazed over in bliss as Suguru slips one more finger into you.
âLike this?â You ask innocently and Suguru leans down to press a wet, sloppy kiss to your lips.
âJust like that,â he pants against your lips. âYouâre sâ ah â so good at that. Good fucking girl, â he praises.
It goes on like this for some time, you and Suguru getting each other off. He feels as though his nerves are on fire, skin prickling as the pleasure begins to take over. He wants to cum so fucking bad. Wants to coat your little hand in his load and have you use it to keep jacking him off. But nothing is getting him off more than the idea of being inside of you right now. Though, he knows heâll have to take it slow.
âI need to fuck you now,â he grunts roughly. âNeed you so bad.â
He pulls his fingers from your core, chucking low when you whine at the loss. He reaches down to his waistband and you let go of him as he pushes his boxers down, working them off until he can kick them across the floor.
âYou ready for me?â He asks, kissing you messily again. He settles between your legs, brows knitting when your bare cores finally meet. Itâs so hot. Literally, he can feel the heat radiating from your pussy and the anticipation of your answer is killing him. Youâre already drenched, coating him with your slick arousal. He wants to be inside of you. Please donât deny him.
âIâm ready, baby.â You reach down between your bodies and take him in your hand again, position his tip at your entrance. âPlease fuck me.â
He nods. Your eyes are locked as Suguru eases forward. Itâs a tight fit, and Suguru doesnât know if heâll even be able to get all the way in without blowing his load.
âOh god,â he groans. âFucking tight as shit, baby. Fuck.â
He keeps going, pushing in and parting your walls with difficulty even though your core drips for him. It's as if you've gotten even tighter since giving birth. Suguru has to pull back slightly several times and try again before heâs all the way in. He has his eyes squeezed shut, fists clenching the sheets tightly.Â
You whimper beneath him, hands having now found Suguruâs biceps and gripping on for dear life. Itâs a slow, delicious, painfully snug journey through your walls. And when he finally bottoms out, he takes time to look at you. Youâre biting your lip, breaths coming rapidly as you grasp onto him.
Youâre so fucking beautiful like this.
He's embarrassingly hard. He wonders if you can feel it. He thinks you can, from the way you squirm beneath him.
âGood?â He asks, checking in again and you roll your eyes.
âYes. Now fuck me.â
Suguru rears his hips back, watching as your lips part with a quiet gasp just before he rolls his hips forward. He does it again, just so he can hear you make that sound one more time. Then he does it again and again.
His movements are slow, careful. He gives you soft and languid thrusts that have you digging your nails into his arms, has him gritting his teeth so he doesnât cum. He can hear and feel how absolutely wet you are with each agonizingly slow thrust.Â
Itâs driving him insane to be so gentle. He wants to fuck you so bad, destroy your little pussy, bury himself so deeply inside of you he canât fucking see straight.
And itâs like you know this, because you whisper his name. When he looks at you, youâve got a cute little pout on your lips, glaring up at him. He tilts his head questioningly.
âSuguru, stop treating me like you're gonna break meâŚâ You loop an arm around his neck, pulling him down into a rough, sloppy kiss before pulling back just slightly to tell him, â...fuck me like you mean it.â
And he does. Doesnât need you to ask twice. With a deep groan, Suguru pulls his hips back, all the way until just his tip sits inside of you. Then he thrusts forward, plunging into you over and over.
Each snap of Suguruâs hips brings a new sound from you. Itâs music to his ears â this mix of your mewls, his grunts and moans, his balls slapping against your sopping cunt. Heâs losing himself in you, the way he always does, swallowed by your warmth.
âAhâŚI- Iâve been waiting so long for this, beautiful. Been craving this - ngh - pussy for months,â Suguru rasps, dipping his head down to find your breasts. He can already see the bruises forming along your skin from where he marked you earlier and it has him choking out a soft sob. He pounds into you hard, fast, chasing his high as he watches your breasts bounce with each thrust. âMissed your pretty little cunt. Missed fucking you so bad, baby.â
He licks a long strip between the valley of your breasts, eyes rolling to the back of his head and hips stuttering when he tastes the remnants of your breast milk from earlier.Â
âYeah, babe?â You ask, pressing your hands against his chest.
You move your hips against his, meeting every thrust eagerly and Suguru inhales sharply. âFuck yeah,â he murmurs, kissing his way up to your lips. Just before he meets your mouth, you push against him and shift your weight, effectively rolling you both over so that youâre not straddling Suguru. His hands find your waist immediately.
âI missed you. So fucking much. Couldnât wait to have you again,â you sigh as you lean down to kiss your lover. Your hips begin to move, grinding yourself down on Suguru. His back arches, the feeling of him tapping against that spongey in your walls completely overwhelming him.
âShit.â Suguru watches you move your hips against him, feels his dick twitch within your walls at the sight. âFeel good, baby?â He asks. Because it damn sure feels good to him. Suguru thinks he may lose his mind just watching. You sit up and his eyes follow you, watching the way your kiss swollen lips part as you let out another moan when he thrusts up into you.
You canât do anything but nod your head, your hands falling to Suguruâs chest to keep your balance as you bounce on his cock. His gaze drinks in all the dips and curves of your body until they find where you two connect. He watches as you roll your hips forward, as his cock disappears into your pussy over and over. A quiet moan rushes past your lips and Suguruâs hands find your ass while you grind down on him. Youâre so wet, he can feel your arousal dripping down his cock, drenching his balls.
âOh my god, Suguru,â you cry out quietly, halting your movements to lean down and crash your lips into his again. âFeels good, feels so fucking good,â you gasp between kisses. Suguru pushes against your ass, prompting you to keep going.
âDonât stop, baby. Fuck me like you mean it,â he repeats your earlier words, a sly grin on his lips when he smacks your ass, making you yelp.
You sit up, lifting your hips all the way up until just the tip of his cock sits inside you. Suguruâs eyes are glued to the view and he can visibly see himself pulsing between your legs. He lets out a low hiss that quickly turns into a loud groan when you slam your hips back down on him.
âShhhh,â you shush him. âGonna wake up the whole compound.â
He grips your ass tighter. âI donât give a fuck. Let them hear us.â He gives you a particularly harsh thrust that has you keening loudly. He thrusts again and you let out another sharp cry. âWant them to hear me fucking the mother of my child, fucking my whole heart tonight.â
The air is filled only with the sounds of the wet slap of your hips meeting, your soft gasps and moans, the bed creaking with every hard thrust he gives you. Suguruâs eyes roll back, each pump of his cock in your pretty little cunt bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Your walls are so tight, so wet, so hot, squeezing the life out of him.Â
âTell me you love me. Tell me you love my cock, baby. Tell me you missed fucking me as much as I missed fucking you.â
Your nails dig into his chest as you cry out his name, tell him all about how you craved his dick, wanted him so badly it drove you crazy some days. The feeling of his tip pressing against your most sensitive area with each pump lighting a fire in both your cores.
âFuck, baby,â Suguru gasps, voice hoarse with arousal as he stares up at you with nothing but love in his gaze. âSo sexy. Look at you. Riding my cock so good â fuck.â
âSuguru,â You gasp as he holds your hips, keeping you in place as he fucks up into you pace increasing. âIâmâŚIâm gonna cum, Suguru. Fuck. Iâm gonna cum.â
âCum on my dick, baby. I wanna feel it. I need to feel it,â he grunts, driving into you. He feels his balls tighten, his release approaching quickly. He tries to stave it off, but then he feels it. Feels warm droplets of liquid hitting his chest and his stomach. He follows the trail, eyes landing on your breasts and the droplets falling from your pert nipples and onto him.
The sight is so erotic, so goddamn sexy, it sends chills racing up Suguruâs spine. You, taking his dick so fucking well, your breasts coating him in your essence, the very essence he got the luxury to taste early and god, did it taste incredible. Your mouth slack and eyes pinched shut as you dissolve into pleasure on top of him.
One more drop hitting his skin.
Your walls squeezing him for all his worth.
Your mouth crying his name.
Itâs enough for him to shatter beneath you, enough to trigger that first rope of cum shooting from his cock.Â
âShit, ohâ oh fuck, baby, Iâm cumming,â Suguru sputters, holding your hips painfully tight and with one last powerful thrust, he shoves himself as far as he can go before emptying himself inside of you. His muscles tense, breathe hitching as he rides out the shockwaves of his release. Every pulse of his cock is met with your walls sucking him back in, milking every drop from him.
He thinks heâs seeing fucking stars, the muffled sound of your moans drowned out by the pure euphoria heâs experiencing right now. He doesnât even notice that excess of cum that leaks from your core and onto his groin. He feels that damn good.
Suguruâs head falls back on the bed and his grip on you loosens, leaving you to lay your weight down on him. Both your breaths come rapidly, your matching heartbeats racing against each otherâs chests. And this is Suguruâs favorite part of it all. He loves this, loves the feeling of you pressed into him, loves the feeling of you completing him.Â
His eyes drift shut, his fingers tracing a line up and down your spine. And for the first time in almost a year, he lets himself fully relax.
- - - - - - -
The warm beams of the early morning sun peek through the bedroom. Suguru shifts, turning onto his side to get more comfortable.
Until he realizes something is missing. His eyes shoot open and he sits up quickly in the bed, eyes roaming the room for you. When he finds no trace of you in the room, he decides itâs time for him to get up, too.
Youâre likely up with the baby and he wants to help you with his morning routine.
He makes his way across the room to your master bathroom and when he opens the door, heâs met with a cloud of hot steam and the sight of you naked in front of the mirror. Youâre scowling, craning your head to the side like youâre looking at something.
He sees it the moment your hand reaches up and touches your neck and your chest. Youâre riddled with hickeys and bruises, marks covering almost your entire upper body. Your eyes meet his in the mirror, a murderous glare staring at him in your reflection.
And itâs not like Suguru is particularly sorry. He wants you to be all marked up and claimed so everyone knows youâre his. But that look in your eye tells him he really may be in danger here.
Luckily for him, the shrill cry of his son pierces through the tension. So he shoots you a smug grin and backs right out the door.
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A Slip of the Tongue
a/n: how would yâall like an un-proofread one shot i wrote? âtwas inspired by someone elseâs story with a similar concept, but i lost it. :( anyhoo. i made you some content.
warnings: brief mention of death, otherwise none.
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âMe and Nina played on the swings today!â Your daughter, Ellie, tells you as you strap her into her car seat.
âYeah? That so?â You ask. This is one of your favorite parts of your day; that is, listening to Ellie tell you about her day at school.
âYeah! Nina is new. Her daddy got a new job and had to move them here. She speaks 2 languages!â
âWow! Thatâs really cool, baby. What other language does she speak?â
âI think she said⌠Um. Something that started with an R.â Ellie scrunches her face up in consideration.
âRussian?â You ask, finishing buckling her in. You close the door and move around the car, getting in yourself.
âYeah, I think,â Ellie replies.
âDid you know Bucky speaks Russian?â You ask her, sharing the tidbit about your boyfriend with your daughter.
Ellie loves Bucky, and he her. When Ellieâs father passed away, you truly never thought you would move on, and it killed you Ellie would grow up without a father. Then, you met Bucky, and he was wonderful. It was a complete meet-cute. You ran into himâliterallyâin a coffee shop 5 minutes away from Ellieâs school. You were in a rush, trying to get your coffee, your belongings, and your bearings to go pick up Ellie, and in your frantic fumbling, you crashed into a stranger who, rather than getting upset by being hit and drenched in a late, simply steadied you by the arms and asked if you were alright.
Bucky insisted on buying you a new coffee because âItâs my fault for being on your way, Doll. Besides, my maâd kill me if she knew I passed up an opportunity to ask a pretty woman on a date.â
The admission took you by surprise, and Bucky later revealed it took him by surprise, too. Something about you, he said, brought out his old 40s confidence. He didnât worry about scaring you like he would anyone else. In fact, he said, in that moment, he wasnât the Winter Soldier, and he never was. He was just Bucky.
That day, though, youâd declined, telling him you had to pick your daughter up from school, but you quickly amended your statement to let him know you were at that very coffee shop everyday for an hour before you picked up Ellie. âSo,â you had said, âif my being a single mom doesnât scare you, you can buy me that make-up latte another time.â And, by god, Bucky Barnes was at that coffee shop then next day, waiting with your latte.
Fast forward to today, and Bucky practically lives with you and Ellie. He still has his apartment, but he spends 6 out of 7 days at your house. Itâs so natural, though, you wish heâd just ditch the apartment and make it official. After all, he is an excellent roommate. He does the dishes, cleans up after himself, doesnât hog the blankets, andâmost importantlyâhe is fantastic with Ellie. He plays with her, he reads her bedtime stories, he cuts her food for her, and so much more. He is everything to you and Ellie.
So, when you tell Ellie that Bucky also speaks more than one language, you canât help but grin when she rambles the rest of the car ride home about how she is going to ask him about that language he speaksâwhat language does Bucky speak again, Mama?âand then she is going to learn it too so she can show Nina.
Ellieâs rambling lasts all the way home, into the house, and into the living room where she drops her backpack on the ground and runs to Bucky, jumping in his lap with no warning. Bucky grunts at the impact, but he smiles fondly at the young girl.
âHey, El,â he greets. âHow was school?â
âBucky, I made a new friend! Sheâs so cool. Did you know she speaks 2 languages! Thatâs really cool. I can only speak 1 language. Her daddy got a new job, so they came here. Sheâs my new best friend. I donât remember what language she speaks, though.â
Ellie speaks a million miles a minute as she tries to fill Bucky in on her day. Bucky makes eye contact with you over her head and you merely smile and shrug, making Bucky grin.
âRussian,â you offer, as you move to sink down onto the couch next to your boyfriend and your daughter.
âRussian!â Ellie exclaims, nodding her head excitedly. âMama said you speak Russian, Bucky. Do you speak Russian?â
âI do,â Bucky confirms, laughing at the amazed look that crosses Ellieâs face.
âSay something! Say something!â She begs.
âYeah, Bucky, say something in Russian!â You join in on Ellieâs begging with a laugh.
âĐŃ Đ´Đ˛ĐžĐľ СнаНи, ŃŃĐž Ń ĐťŃĐąĐťŃ Đ˛Đ°Ń? ĐОи ĐşŃĐ°ŃивŃĐľ, гНŃĐżŃĐľ довОŃки,â Bucky says, chuckling to himself as he watches Ellieâs amazed face.
âWow,â she says, eyes transfixed on Bucky.
You laugh. âYeah, wow,â you confirm, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to Buckyâs cheek before standing to go to the kitchen.
You make it just across the room when you stop dead in your tracks, turning to make eye contact with Bucky and attempt to gauge his reaction to Ellieâs words.
âI canât wait to tell Nina tomorrow that my daddy speaks Russian, too,â Ellie says, lying her head on Buckyâs chest.
You and Bucky make eye contact across the room, and you hold a silent conversation.
Buckyâs eyes are widened in shock, but he raises an eyebrow at you as if to ask, âDid she just call me her daddy?â
You shrug, mouth slightly agape. Ellie has never called Bucky her daddy before, but it doesnât surprise you. Bucky is always around, and he acts like a father figure regardless of your relationship with him. So, you say nothing, just shrug your shoulders and hope Bucky gets the message:
âI donât know, but Iâll tell her not to if it makes you uncomfortable.â
Bucky shakes his head to let you know he doesnât mind. Really likes it even.
Finally he speaks, âYeah, tell her your daddy speaks Russian. Iâll even teach you some if you want.â
Ellie shoots up in Buckyâs lap, grabbing his face between her hands, and seriously begging him to follow through with his promise immediately.
âYes! Yes! Yes!â She exclaims. âWhat did you say a minute ago?â She asks, assigning her first Russian lesson.
âĐŃ Đ´Đ˛ĐžĐľ СнаНи, ŃŃĐž Ń ĐťŃĐąĐťŃ Đ˛Đ°Ń? ĐОи ĐşŃĐ°ŃивŃĐľ, гНŃĐżŃĐľ довОŃки. It means, âDid you two know I love you? My beautiful, silly girls.â
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OBEY ME! Dateables x Reader
One night, out of nowhere, you started to feel an ache all over your little sheep body. It got worse and worse and you were just about to call for help, until your vision got surrendered by smoke! Once you opened your eyes again you⌠were turned back into your human form!
Characters: ă°â˘[ Solomon , Simeon , Diavolo , Barbatos...]â˘Â°ă
Summary: ă°â˘[ Sheep MC turns back into human... ]â˘Â°ă
Warnings: ă°â˘[ Simeon , Barbatos' part contains suggestive themes...Also Simeon's part contain a spoiler from lesson 76, sorry to anyone who got spoiled đ]â˘Â°ă
âOh no.â
âWhat do you mean âOh noâ?â you grumbled, crossing your arms as you glared at the shady magician. His face contained a frown, making you confused, âNot happy that I turned back into human?â
â...Are you happy that you turned back into humanâŚ?â Now he sounded confused too, âI thought you might be sad considering when you were a sheep no one expected you to walk long distances, cook meals, or clean. And you were always carried by one of the brothers, weren't you?â he sighed, making you realize how much attention he paid to your sheep form. He was right, people let you off the hook more easily when it come to chores. After all, you were small, and had no fingers, but the downside was that you were small and had no fingers.
âYes, but both forms have their ups and downs⌠Being a sheep wasn't as fun as you seem to think.â
âMaybe I should turn myself into a sheep?â
â...What?â
âWell, I wouldn't mind being carried by you. I used to love carrying you around, you might like having me in your arms too.â he smiled, you didn't know what to think of his smile though. He doesn't seem to be actually interested in this topic, it was more like he was trying to hide something.
And yes, Solomon actually IS trying to hide something, nothing important, really. Just his jealousy. Like usual.
He noticed how people's eyes lingered on your form more after you turned back into human, and they always had this weird mesmerized look in their eyes whenever you walked by which made him furious. Only he is allowed to look at you that way. So maybe if he became a sheep and made you carry him around he could scare your new suitors? Played little harmless pranks on them?
âSolomon, please.â your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, âYou are fine the way you are. And I wasâŚreally looking forward to the day we could walk hand in hand.â
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Ah. He is sure he had the same mesmerized look on his face he was talking about.
Your warm hand enveloped his as he blindly followed you, not really caring where you are taking him, âI'm sure your sheep form would be very cute though.â you said with a smile which made him chuckle.
âHaha, yes, I think so too.â he looked at you with a faux innocence, âmaybe we can both turn into sheeps and run to the horizon hoof in hoof?â
âSolomon.â
(*** suggestive)
Simeon was sitting on the sofa in the Cocytus hall and browsing through his phone, more used to the technology now. However the calm atmosphere surrendering him disappeared when a sudden weight on his shoulder made him jump a little. He turned his head to see what it was to only find you resting your head on him.
You hummed, not looking sorry for scaring him at all, âSorry, did I scare you?â
âAh.â right, you weren't a cute little sheep anymore. You were in your human form, able to reach places, like his shoulders, âI forgot that you can reach my shoulders now.â he chuckled.
You joined in his laughter then let out a fake angry huff, âYou better get used to it.â
Simeon looked at you, unfortunately, he was only able to see a little bit of your face since your hair was in the way. It was a little upsetting that he couldn't see it fully but your hair tickling his jaw made his sadness quickly disappear. He sighed happily as he placed a hand on top of your head, âThen, perhaps you should spend more time with me to help me adjust quickly.â
â...So~ does that mean you prefer human me?â you said with a smirk as you looked up at him.
âHmmâŚI have to say, as a sheep you were very cute.â he mumbled innocently, but the teasing smile on his face said otherwise. However, it quickly became wobbly as soon as he saw your frown, âOf course, you are cute like this too.â he quickly added.
âI seeâŚNot âveryâ cute though, huh.â
âH-huh?â
He tried to meet your gaze as you stared at the floor, seemingly in deep thought. He hoped he didn't make you angry. Simeon opened his mouth to apologize only to find himself suddenly lying on his back. A shocked expression appeared on his face, and his cheeks warmed up as soon as your face came into view.
You got on top of him, body creating a shadow over him. How fitting, considering you do really bring dark thoughts in his mind.
âShall I give you different reasons to love this body, Simeon?â you said, voice calm maybe a little playful, it was nothing to be afraid of but for Simeon you were really intimidating at this moment. Even if he wasn't an angel anymore he still felt like he was about to get corrupted by you -again-. Which seems to make him embarrassingly more excited.
âYes⌠Please do.â he could only whisper, not really thinking straight. He shut his eyes and waited for you to do whatever you please with him.
Once you turned human the very first thing Diavolo did was laugh happily and offer you lots of, I mean, LOT OF clothes. Rambling to himself and not hearing your protests as he went around the shops to get even more, âMaybe this dress? Oh! This suit is made with such fine fabric too! And these shoes would go nicely with them! What do you think of these accessories- actually. We'll just take them all, please put it in the basket!â he chuckled.
âDiavolo, where would I even wear those?â you let out a tired sigh as you walked behind him, starting to miss your sheep form with how much walking you had to do. If you were a sheep, you could've just made him carry you in his armsâŚNow that you think about it, it's been a while since he⌠showed his affection physically. He was acting more like a sugar daddy instead. It's been so long since he hugged you that you were actually starting to miss his crushing hugs.
âCan you try these for me?â he turned around to give you the bags, inside of it was probably the clothes he was talking about, âI promise these are the last ones.â he said, sounding apologetic, probably noticing how tired you seemed. You just nodded and went into the cabin. Once you were done, you stepped out. Only to be greeted by Diavolo's sparkling eyes and huge smile, âJust as I thought, it looks great on you!â
You were kind of getting nervous at this point, he was really starting to act like...a stranger, âUhm, you think so?â
âYes, it can stay on you if you want. Let me just go and pay-â
âDiavolo, why are you trying to dress me up?â you decided to finally question him, at first it was a nice way to spend time with him, no matter how tired shopping was actually getting, but nowâŚ
âDo you thinkâŚI look ugly? Is that why you are dressing me up in expensive clothesâŚ?â
âWhat?!â you have never seen Diavolo look this horrified, âOf course not- I- No, that's⌠Did I seem like that?â he sighed, âLoveâŚI apologize deeply. I was just really excited. After seeing your human form I just couldn't help but imagine how you would look like in different clothes, but there are just objects to make your beauty shine more, nothing else.â his warm hands grabbed yours, giving them a little squeezed as he gazed into your eyes.
You were starting to feel a little bit okay, but still wanted to tease him as a punishment. So you crossed your arms and huffed, âAnd you've been acting a lot distant too! Everytime I try to hug you you are running off to somewhere, very rude!"
He chuckled when he noticed how you were playfully scolding him, âOh dear. I didn't even notice. Looks like seeing you like this, really did make meâŚâ he suddenly stopped, eyes locked into yours as his cheeks slowly darkened. Diavolo turns his head, âAs I was sayingâŚâ he mumbled, voice shaky, âI'll be sure to act more carefully.â
âThat isn't what I wantâŚâ you sighed, frowning. Seems like the future king is still unable to understand your requests, âI don't want you to act more carefully, I want you to act like my lover.â
âOh!â
âNow, give me a hug?â
âOf course!â
(*** suggestive)
Barbatos is someone who prefers to stand back and observe people, hence why you didn't see him much after you turned. Only after everyone had their moment and talk with you did he come to you, and even then it still a very short interaction. He smiled and said, âI'm happy for you.â with his usual charming smile on his face when⌠talking to people. However, you were hoping for more from him. Especially with something like your outer appearance. You wanted to see him become surprised with your appearance or something, like those cheesy clichĂŠ scenes in romance movies.
âReality can be really disappointingâŚâ you mumbled as you watched Barbatos cook dinner.
âHm? Where is this coming from? You sounded a lot like Leviathan just now.â he didn't turn around, continuing to stir the pot.
âBarbatos, do you ever get surprised or embarrassed?â you asked without thinking, but guessed it would be fine since he won't understand what you are talking about anyway. Just a random question. Yeah. Nothing weird about that.
âI do, of course.â he put away the spoon, finally turning to you, âI do getâŚSurprised. From lot of things.â
âReally? That's hard to believeâŚâ you muttered to yourself, âLike what?â
âYou.â he smiled.
âMe??â you almost fell from your chair, maybe your appearance really did affect him but he was good at hiding? âUhm⌠Why?â
Barbatos tipped his head to the side as he closed his eyes and smirked, âJust the way you act. Your personality. And how you overcome difficulties.â the way he said it seemed soâŚpolite and kind. Which made you weirdly annoyed since you already heard something like this from him. However, you shouldn't get frustrated at him for that...
âIâŚâ you tried not to sigh, âAppreciate it.â
âAnd how you are seeking my compliments is also very surprising.â
âI- wait, what??â
He chuckled, appearing in front of you in a blink of an eye. Giving you no time to gather yourself, âThe brothers, the angels, other demons, and even the Demon Lord... They all complimented you but here you are sulking because I didn't say anything about your human form?â he leaned in closer, taking his gloves off and placing his hands on your cheeks. His sudden warm touch on your cheeks surprising you as he held your face. Without his gloves it was strangely very⌠Intimate.
The feeling of one of them sliding from your cheek, to your jaw and slowly to your hand to bring it to his lips is even more exciting, âI can't say I dislike it.â he whispers, his breath tickles your skin which causes your whole body to shiver as his piercing eyes look into yours, âIf you are curious about what I think maybe I can tell you, or maybe you would like me to show you? Which one would you prefer?â
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Bring Your Child to Work Day
Characters:Â Neuvillette, Itto, Cyno, Ayato
TW:Â None
Neuvillette
It has been two days since you fell sick not being able to leave your bed. Your husband was always really caring, but his loving personality shined especially on days like this. You have never been more thankful for him being by your side. Neuvillette even took time off from work which happened only once when your daughter was born.
But being such an important figure in Fontaine comes with responsibilities that he could not ignore, so he had to leave for a few hours.
âHoney, what are you doing?â You almost laughed when you saw him packing your daughter's backpack.
âPacking for our business trip.â Neuvillette smiled at you happily, seeing you feeling a little bit better.Â
âI am fine, she can stay with me.â
âNo. And I am not going to discuss that any further.â Neuvillette hugged you tightly and left with the little girl in one hand and her backpack in the other.
After arriving at Palais Mermonia, the little girl started shuffling too much so Neuvillette put her down. She immediately straightened her dress and stuck her chin up just like her daddy always does after entering the building. Neuvillete went straight towards his office not realizing his daughter mirroring his majestic walk, filling the hallway with loud taps right behind him as she tried to keep up with him.Â
Everyone almost melted at the sight of the little girl, but no one dared to speak to or touch the child of the Judex.
Neuvillette settled behind his desk and gave his daughter all the supplies to keep her occupied for some time. She took out all of her crayons and started to draw. Neuvillette almost tapped himself on the shoulder for amazing management of the situation until he realized that he was blessed with a drawing of a weirdly mixed pony and snake on one of the contracts that he just signed. When he took it away from her, she grabbed another.Â
âNo baby, these are daddy´s papers, these are yours.â
He had to wrestle her for the papers for a moment until he gave up and put her down from his desk.
âThat is my chair. I want to sit in the big chair.â The little girl protested.
âNo, that is my chair, but I will let you sit there when I finishâŚâ
âDaddy splash, splash!!â She interrupted him.
âNo, Daddy can not, he would make a mess in his office my dear...âÂ
But before he could finish his sentence, the little girl summoned her power out of nowhere as she started running around and made a huge puddle in every corner of his office.Â
Neuvillette jumped up from his seat and started to chase her. He even almost slipped once before he finally caught her and carried her out of his office under his arm like a bag of potatoes.
âI did not know that my daughter is such a devilish little dragon.â He mumbled as he was looking for a melusine.Â
âI know I have never made this kind of request, but can you entertain her for a few minutes? I would not ask you if it would not be an emergency.â He said, almost ashamed.Â
âAbsolutely! However long you need.â One of the melusines smiled, excited from such an unexpected task.
After quickly finishing work in peace, Neuvillette packed the pink backpack thinking about not bringing it again, and left to look for his daughter. It took him a while until he heard her giggle in one of the administrative rooms. The little girl was surrounded by at least four melusines playing games unknown to Neuvillette.Â
âI do not know how to thank you.â He said full of gratitude.
âDo not mention it Mr. Neuvillette. We were glad to help!â Melusines said almost in unison and waved goodbye as he picked her up into his arms.
âI think we deserve a little treat after a long work day.â He smiled at his daughter in the streets of Fontaine.Â
âYes! Yes! Ice cream!â She jumped. âAnd for Mommy too!â
âAbsolutely! We can not forget to pick medicine for her and her favorite treat to cheer her up.â Neuvillette smiled.
âBalloons!!!â The little girl screamed and ran away.
Neuvillette ran after her while he thought about whether or not shops sell leashes for little dragons.
Itto
That morning you woke up with someone standing right next to your side of the bed.
âItto? What is going on?!â You asked confused.
âI have decided that today is the day when I am going to introduce our son to my gang.â Itto smiled brightly with a baby carrier strapped to his body.
âYour gang? You do not have a gang anymore.â
âBut we stayed friends and still call ourselves a gang, Mrs. Smart.â Itto rolled his eyes.
âI know, I am just teasing you.â You pulled him down to you to kiss him. âI think it is a good idea, but you need to be careful. Can you promise me that?â
âAbsolutely? You do not know me? I am the mostâŚâ Itto stopped himself after he saw your raised brows. âDo not worry, wifey. Love you. Bye!â
Itto suddenly disappeared, leaving you confused when you heard your son coo in his crib. After a few minutes, the door on your home opened with Itto´s head peeking into your bedroom.
âDid you forget something?â You asked, not making it easy for him.
âYeeeah, about that⌠Have I left our son here? Or should I look elsewhere?â
âItto? Are you joking??â You looked at the baby in the crib.
âOf course! Of course, I am joking.â Itto reached for his son and strapped him into the baby carrier. âBye-bye.â Itto waved at you with little Oni´s hand in his and left.
Once he met with his gang he could not stop bragging how strong and amazing his son is. Just like his father, obviously.Â
After they finished lunch, Itto dragged them into the woods on a mission to find a big beetle that he could train for his son.
âBut Boss! He can't even walk yet.â Argued one of the boys.
âHe can start any day now, I need to be prepared. It is not easy to train a new champion. You need to start early!â Itto shut him down.
After a few hours of unsuccessful searching for the biggest and mightiest beetle, the gang left for lunch number two. And also the baby boy smelled because he needed a clean diaper.
As Itto left the restaurant with a full belly and the baby with a freshly changed diaper, he heard the sound of some kind of rock music in the distance.
âBoys! There is a concert that we are missing! We need to check it out!â
When they finally arrived, Itto frowned, realizing that he could not take a baby to the concert with such loud music.Â
âBoss! Where are you going?â
âI will be right back!â Itto ran away, holding his son's ears.
And he truly came back in a few minutes with a sleeping baby in the carrier and big noise-canceling headphones on his little head.
Not long after it was time for dinner, the whole gang visited the local market with freshly cooked food. The place was crowded, but it was worth it to stay there for all the delicious meals they offered there.
âOh, sorry big guy, I am leaving crumbles all over your head.â Itto looked down and realized that the carrier was empty. âIn the name of the lavender melon, no!â Itto screamed.
He immediately gathered everyone from the gang to look for his son. Itto was never afraid of anything. Except beans. And his wife. And if she finds out that he lost little Oni, there would be no Oni left after she is done with him.
In the meantime, Kuki looked after the baby, because she saw Itto had been occupied with ordering food. When she saw all the boys running around the market like headless chickens, she realized that someone had forgotten that the baby was with her. After letting them marinate in fear she finally took mercy on them and brought the baby back to the big Oni.
âKuki! Where did you find him?!â Itto kissed his son´s face. âYou just saved my life Shinobu!â He reached out to her to do the same, but she immediately stopped him.
âJust say thank you, Boss.â She smiled.
âThank you! AndâŚâ Itto lowered his voice. âDo not tell my wife. She would have me sleep on the couch. No cuddles for me for the rest of the month. Can you imagine?â
Cyno
You were never into the idea of Cyno training your daughter. But he kept begging you and you knew that he would not put your child in any danger, so today, with a heavy heart, you finally let them go.Â
âBut only for a moment, before work. Ok?â You looked at him with worry.
Cyno could not contain his excitement as he sat down with his girl on his forearm and left your house with a bright smile. He was toying with the idea of going behind your back, but he quickly brushed it. He respected and loved you too much to do something like that.
Now, after waiting for so long Cyno was on his way with the child holding him around the neck. With a bag full of water and snacks on his back, he reached his favorite spot where he used to train by himself when he was just a kid.
âHere we are!â Cyno smiled at his girl. âNow Daddy is going to put you down and we can fight a little. What do you think?â
âYou are going to lose!â The little girl, barely school age, said with a confident smirk.
âWhy do you sound just like your mommy?â Cyno chuckled.
He knew his daughter had the soul of a fighter, just like her parents, but she still surprised him. Every stance, every move⌠She quickly adapted and Cyno´s heart was full when he saw her reaching for his polearm.
âOne day it will be all yours. Mine gift only for you. But not today, ok?â
A silent cry was her answer and Cyno knew it was time to go.
âSomeone is a little cranky. How about we head back to the village.â He said to himself and packed the stuff that he brought.
With a tired child positioned on his forearm with small hands wrapped around his neck again, Cyno headed back to civilization. Now and then he stopped to show her beautiful flowers that were typical for this part of the world and explained them to her. With each stop, the little girl was less and less interested in the fauna that her father was showing her.
âThat is ok.â He mumbled. âWe have the whole life ahead of us to teach you everything I know.â Cyno smiled proud of being able to share his wisdom with his own blood.
When they finally reached the village, Cyno settled in his office after he tucked his daughter on the small sofa in the next room. After dealing with the most important tasks of the day, you surprised him with lunch and a plan to take your daughter home with you.
âA meal for our child. Take it as an exchange type of business.â You laughed.
âBut she was supposed to be with me the whole day,â Cyno argued with an upset look all over his face.
âYou are about to head out. You thought that I would let you take her to visit criminals?â You raised your brow.
âI would not⌠You shelter her too much.â
âSo do you. Just in a different way.âÂ
You kissed him and with a smile, you left with your sleeping child in your arms.
Cyno wanted to argue that he did not know what you meant by that, but he knew all too well. Since he held her for the first time, he could not stop imagining the day when he would no longer be there to protect her. If there is only one thing that he would be able to accomplish in his life, it would be to teach his daughter to protect herself like he protects both of you.
Ayato
Ayato always took pride in his family. First, his sister. Then he met you. When you blessed him with your yes, he hardly could have imagined to be even happier than he already was. Proud husband of the most beautiful and intelligent woman he ever met. But then your son was born. His world, his heart expanded and there was not a moment when he would not talk about the two of you. Everything crushed when he visited you in the garden as he came back home after his work travels. As he reached for you to kiss you, your son tried to push him away.Â
Ayato froze.
âOh, do not mind him.â You smiled. âYou have been gone a little too long this time and maybe he just needs to get used to you being around again.â You tried to reassure him as you hugged him tightly.
Ayato smiled at you and got down on his knee to hug his son. You knew it was not a good idea, but did not interfere. As expected, the boy pushed him and ran away.Â
âI got used to it, but he is too small to accept the concept of someone traveling for days without him. Give him time.â You comforted your husband.
âYou are right, my dear.â Ayato hugged you around your waist. âAs always.â He smiled.
âMaybe you can show him what you do, hm?âÂ
âYou mean⌠Like to take him to work with me? What a strange idea.â
âTrust me.â You silenced him with a kiss.
The next morning, Ayato was already prepared to start his day before dawn when he remembered your proposal. When he opened the door to his son's bedroom, he found him deep in the sleep. Since that moment, Ayato felt like he had done everything wrong. He woke his son and tried to make him dress up for the day.
âShhh, we do not want to wake up your mommy.â Ayato tried to calm the boy politely.
After exhausting fighting in the bedroom, it was finally time for the real fight. Ayato did not want to miss his daily morning sword training.
âI have got something for you.â Ayato handed his son a beautifully packed box.Â
When the boy smiled, Ayato felt a deep relief. Until the boy opened the box where he found a perfectly crafted wooden sword from the highest quality wood ever found. Ayato expected to see his son´s face to light up as yours always does when he brings you gifts from his travels. But the boy looked at him with disappointment written all over his face. He never showed any interest in the art of swords, but Ayato kept telling himself that it was just a matter of time.Â
Ayato tried to train for an hour that felt like an eternity, but his son did not want to cooperate. All he got was a huge bruise on his shin after the boy swung his new sword with the power of a grown man.
Your husband tried to keep his composure in front of you during breakfast and your questions about his weird walk were not answered. You knew all too well what happened because the screams of your son were probably heard by the whole island so you checked on them.Â
âWe will be in my office if you need anything.â Ayato kissed you and picked up the boy.
âAre you sure?â You smiled knowing just by looking at your husband how tired he was.
âYes, my dear. Have some faith in me.âÂ
You wanted to, but knowing your son´s hyperactivity and Ayato´s need for peace and order⌠It was like a clash of titans and you wanted to help. Then you realize it is time for Ayato to step up as a father. To show your son the right example of a good man. So you stayed away. Even after hours of listening to constant running around the office, tearing sound of the papers, knocking down decorations⌠Until you heard the last knock. The doors of Ayato's office suddenly opened. When he saw you, he did not say a thing. He did not need to. His clothes were drenched from ink. Ayato disappeared for a moment so you peeked into his office and found it in complete disarray. Your boy was sitting there playing with an empty bottle of ink so you started picking up all the loose papers.
âLeave it. Please.â Ayato said out of nowhere. âI will take care of it later. Now is time for a little walk.â
Dressed in clean clothes he reached for his son and left. Your heart almost sank. It was not funny anymore and all you could do was to hope that their relationship would get better as soon as possible.
Ayato felt completely lost. How is it possible that he could make a deal even with the worst diplomats that this world has and he is not able to find a common ground with his own son?
As he walked down the lane full of Sakuras that he used to walk by with you by his side when he was still courting you, lost in his thoughts, the boy started shouting.
âMommy, mommy!âÂ
Ayato turned over to look for you, but they were alone. âMommy is home. She is not here.â
âMommy, mommy, mommy!â The little boy kept shouting while reaching for something.
Ayato looked up and realized that all the boy wants are the flowers blooming on the trees. So he reached up to pick a few and handed them to the little one. The boy instantly got quiet and looked almost⌠content.
âMommy. Yes, little man. You are right.â Ayato smiled.Â
How could he possibly forget? On one of your walks, he picked a Sakura flower and put it in your hair. Since then, you always wear some once in a while to remind you of your beginnings.
âLet us go back and bring Mommy your gift. Ok?â
When they finally reached the borders of your home, the little boy started running towards the gardens. He spotted you immediately in your usual place and with a loud mumbling of random words he gifted you a beautiful bouquet of pink flowers.
âWau! What a beautiful gift.â You kissed your proud son on his head as a thank you. âDid you pick them all by yourself?â
âNo!â A loud shout filled the peaceful garden. âDaddy! Daddy, help!â The little boy shouted as he ran to Ayato and hugged him tightly around his leg.
âOh? What a good daddy!â You smiled and looked at your husband. You would swear that you spotted tears in his eyes.Â
Ayato was looking at you, unable to look away. No matter how hard his day was, he knew he would not want it any other way. Then he looked down at his son still hugging his leg and realized that he is going to be tall like him. He could not know it for sure, but he just knew. Tall just like him, with the hair of his beautiful mother and eyes in a perfect blend of both of you.
As he sat down next to you with your son in his lap, all he could think about was how thankful he was for being made to slow down and appreciate your work for your family. He always admired you for being a perfect wife and mother. But after this day, he was thankful even more and promised to take at least one day off to be with both of you.
Ayato that night held you and kissed you with so much care and love just like the day you gave him your son. He forgot for a moment that family will always be the most important thing. And he will never forget again.
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The Justice League playing fuck, marry, kill, but you canât play fuck, marry, kill, without Gothams Most Eligible Bachelor coming up at least once, so someone mentions him and Batman decides he does not need to know what his colleagues would do to his civilian identity and he stands up to leave
But Flash (trying to joke around) says âWhat are you friends or something?â and Batman doesnât pick up on the joke because heâs halfway between revealing his identity or never showing his face in front of the Justice League ever again and so he just says âSure that⌠yeah friends! Friends is good.â and he walks out like heâs trying really hard not to run and picks up a bottle of whateverâs strongest and as Batman leaves and he starts drink it without even pausing to breathe.
So Flash says âHoly shit did Batman go through a bad breakup with Bruce Wayne?!?!â and everyone starts arguing over whether theyâre still dating or if they broke up and no one pauses to think that maybe they were never dating in the first place so they accept Batman x Bruce Wayne as fact.
The next time Batman has to meet the Justice League heâs fully prepared to never acknowledge anything happened but now there are three sides, one side thinks that theyâre still dating, one side thinks they broke up because of Bruce (for varying reasons though), and the other side thinks they broke up because of Batman (again for varying reasons).
And so every single hero is trying to get Batman to admit/tell everyone else that their side was right and heâs sitting here questioning his every choice as some of his closest friends are trying to get him to tell them he was/is in a relationship with himself and how it ended.
(Itâs also not only trying to figure out what happened, they want to know why Batman did whatever caused them to break up, what Bruce Wayne did to Batman, or hows itâs like to be dating one of the richest men alive)
This ends in one of two ways, the short way and the long way. In the short way he just pulls off his mask in the middle of a meeting to reveal that he is Bruce Wayne, heâs about five more comments away from a breakdown.
In the long way he runs back to Gotham and goes out of his way to never EVER have to see another hero ever again and so Superman chews everybody out because they obviously made him uncomfortable and it was none of their business, and he keeps trying to find Batman and Batman uses every skill heâs ever learnt to hide from Superman.
The media is in shambles trying to figure out what caused this, has the Justice League gone rouge and Batman is the only sane member left? Is it because he doesnât have powers? Is Superman on the Justice Leagues side or Batmans? Was there an attack that revealed a secret? The only up side to the speculation was that no one paused twice when Bruce Wayne jumped out of a window after an attack at Lex Luthors gala because Superman was coming.
Eventually the world is going to end or something if Batman doesnât help and he swoops in just in the nick of time and the minute itâs over he runs like his life depends on it but someone catches him or heâs to injured to get far or whatever and everyone is only not bothering him because Superman is glaring at them, DARING them to mention it and upset Batman.
And Batman just sits there for a long seconds, and pulls off his mask.
Itâs absolute chaos. Everyones minds are breaking, Batman looks like heâs about to cry, Jâonn is laughing so hard he canât stand, the noise is so loud and all the heroes are freaking out so much that any nearby civilians are wondering if they didnât manage to save the world after all.
Throughout all of this Jâonn (the mind reader) knows his identity and is both comforting Batman and trying not to start laughing at everyone else.
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Sign of the Times
KyĹjurĹ Rengoku x wife!reader
a/n: i am an angsty teenager and i need to write about this because itâs been on my mind (also spoilers ahead!!!)
word count: 1.3k
part 2 â> here!!
synopsis: after surviving the death of your husband and birth of your child, you were summoned out of retirement to the Ubuyashiki Mansion in order to train the next generation of demon slayers.
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As you clung to your son, a tense feeling filled the room. You look down at his small face, no more than 11 months old, yet heâs already survived the loss of his father. Holding him tighter, you slowly made your steps towards the Uzui mansion.
âSuma! Maki! Hina!â You yelled out as you reached the door. Judging by the barreling footsteps coming towards you, your arrival was anticipated.
âKYAAAA!!!! Y/N-CHAN!!!â Suma jumped at you, with tears running down her face. Her movements were quickly halted by Makio, grabbing her by the back of her shirt. âAre you dumb or something?!â She screams at the other girl, âSheâs holding her baby! You canât just jump at her like that!â She scolds.
With all the fuss around you, your son, Ryuuji, begins to cry. âOh nice going Maki, you made him cry!â Suma says, with more tears flowing down her face.
âBoth of you hush!â Hina says in a whisper-yell. Gently caressing your sons face as he calms down, you finally spoke. âThank you all for taking care of him while I head out,â you slowly bow, to which the three smile.
âNonsense, Y/N-san!â Hina says cheerfully as she takes the boy from your arms. Just as she does, Tengen walks through the door.
âY/N! I see you brought the boy! Is he ready to begin training?!â Tengen smiled. Hina protectively cradled the small child, âNo!â She said, âHeâs still a baby! He can barely walk!â You laughed.
âNo Tengen, and Iâll be damned if youâre the first one to put a sword in my babyâs hand!â You swat at him playfully. As Hina went inside with the boy, he slowly but surely waved at you. His chubby little fingers waved around, and his eyes, just as bright as his fathers, gave you a sure smile.
âI canât believe they called you and not me!â Tengen sulked. You couldnât help but laugh. âYeah, well I still have both my hands! I can fight if I need to!â âYou donât need to stoop so low!â He gritted.
Standing up straight, Tengen looks at you. âHow are you holding up?â He asks, playing a (his only) hand on your shoulder.
You shrug. âAs well as I can. Some days are harder than others. Senjuro is a great uncle. And Shinjuro stopped drinking ever since Ryu started walking. Theyâre all like triplets, it really does make me laugh sometimes.â
âEver since Kyo died, itâs like thereâs this pit in my stomach. I waited for him, yâknow. I was up that whole night with a crying baby, staring out the window, waiting for him. I think Ryu knew when he died. Cause he went quiet for a while. Like he knew something was wrong. He was only 4 months old, and he could feel his father slipping away.â Your eyes began to tear up.
âI still wait for him sometimes. Iâll wait at the front door, and listen for his footsteps. Like this is all a nightmare. Like Iâll wake up tomorrow and heâll be there next to me like he always was.â You wiped your eyes as Tengen stared at you.
You both sighed.
âYou are so strong Y/N. You always have been. You were the youngest Hashira. You survived that. You survived the death of your mother and siblings, you survived countless demons, you basically mastered Sun-Breathing, you pushed a whole freaking baby out of your lady bits!â You shoved him at that last part. âYouâre surviving this right now. One day, your son will grasp the notion of what you have been through, and he, as well as everyone else, will know that you might just be the Strongest.â
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âMan, why canât I ever run into any upper ranks.â You hear Sanemiâs disappointed voice. âItâs probably your nasty attitude that they can sense.â You laugh as you walk into the room. A chorus of each Hashira speaking your name erupted.
âY/N! Youâre here?!â Mitsuri gleamed as she quickly rushed to hug you. Sanemi scoffed at your comment, âLook who showed up out of retirement spitting insults!â
âY/N, you shouldnât be here. Where is your son?â Gyomei said with tears in his eyes. âHe is safe.â You reassure.
Everyone simply stared at you.
âItâs been 7 months guys, you can stop looking at me like Iâm a wounded puppy.â
âNo offense Y/N, but things like that donât blow over so easy-â Giyuu began, but was cut short by Shinobu. âI think it is great that youâre out and about!â
The conversation was suddenly halted as the Masters wife entered the room.
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âGood morning Kyo.â You smiled at the man laying next to you. His bright eyes beamed right back at your. âHello my flame! Are you ready to take on the day?â You had been married for 3 years already and his enthusiasm never seemed to falter.
Each day he would look at you and shower you with praise as if it was his first time seeing you.
âIâve been called away on a mission tonight.â He says, scooping up your son in his arms. The small boy grabs his fathers fingers, letting out a loud giggle. âI might let someone else handle it. Seeing as you are free tonight. Maybe some family time?â The small boy now went for his fathers hair, but the Flame Hashira just smiled.
âKyo, I canât ask you to do that. If you were chosen then that means it must be important.â You sighed, standing up and walking to your boys.
âVery well.â He said, pulling you into a tender embrace. One arm holding your son and the other holding you. âIn two days time I shall be home,â he kissed your forehead, âThen we can have our family timeâ
You smiled. âIn the meantime, you have other families to be saving.â
As he headed towards the door, he took one last look at you.
âGoodbye Y/N. I shall see you two soon. Donât forget that I love you!â
âHow could I every forget that?â You said. A hearty laughter escaped your husbands lips.
âSee you soon, my family.â
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animal
chapter 1
friendly reminder that i am not a writer, i'm just a girl who loves logan howlett and wanted to write something exploring his animalistic side since i so rarely see it done. my first language is also not english, so please do not be rude when giving me any feedback.
warnings: non-sexual nudity, swearing, some sexual-ish thoughts
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you had been baking a pie, rolling out the homemade dough for the crust, humming along with the soft music playing through the house, when through the open window youâd seen him. a large man, as naked as the day he was born, running towards your farm. you could only watch in numb shock as he went into your barn, now hidden from view.
what the fuck.
you havenât been inside that barn in over a year. the farm belonged to your grandparents, and youâd inherited the property after they died. while you love the peace and quiet that came from living in the middle of nowhere, you arenât a farm girl, so the barn went largely unused.
you think about just leaving the man alone, hoping that heâll leave eventually.
you keep rolling out the dough, soothing repetitive motions, while you stare at the barn, expecting something else to happen. but nothing does. you almost think you made the man up in a moment of insanity.
itâs this that gets you to finally exit the house, anxiously heading towards the old barn with its creaking wood and chipped paint. you take a deep breath to prepare yourself before stepping inside, every nerve in your body screaming at you that this is a very bad idea.Â
youâre both relieved and not when you see the man curled up in a corner. relieved, because you werenât going insane, and not because, well, now youâre going to have to deal with this strange situation.
you take a step closer when he doesnât lunge at you to attack, then immediately jump back at the gleaming metal claws that appear from between his knuckles. one second he seems mostly harmless - or at least as harmless as a buff, six foot tall man could be - and the next heâs growling at you, face twisted into a snarl, body tense and ready to pounce at the slightest wrong move.
âhi,â you say, softly, the way you were taught to speak to distressed animals. the man cocks his head to the side but doesnât lunge at you, which you take as a good sign. âi wonât hurt you, promise. but i am curious to know what led you here.â
by here, you mean both the physical location of your house in the middle of nowhere but also whatever reason he has for running through said middle of nowhere naked. thereâs some kind of story there, likely not a good one judging by the way he watches you distrustfully. you have a feeling he hasnât had a good or easy life.
the man doesnât answer, not that you really expected him to, but slowly his claws retreat back into his skin. heâs marginally less threatening like this, though you know the smallest thing could bring the sharp blades back out.
despite this, you donât believe heâs a danger to you. he just seems scared and confused.
âare you hungry?â you ask him. again, he doesnât answer, and you wonder if heâs able to speak. âokay, how about this, iâll bring you food and you donât have to eat it but you can. iâll be right back.â
you donât turn your back on the barn, on him, as you jog back into your house. itâs much warmer inside than it is in the barn - you were so distracted that you hadnât been feeling the full effect of the early winter cold. you think of the man, he must be freezing, but you hadnât seen any sign of it, no shivering, not even goosebumps raising on his skin.
one thing at a time, you tell yourself.
your half-finished pie is sitting discarded on the kitchen counter and you look at it mournfully. youâll finish it later, and maybe youâll actually have someone to enjoy it with you.
(it gets lonely sometimes, so far from any cities or towns. usually, you donât mind it, but apparently thereâs some small part of you that still desperately craves human contact and interaction, since youâre jumping at the chance to take care of a random stranger.)
you have leftovers in the fridge that you suppose will have to do, since making him a fresh, home-cooked meal would take time, and youâd promised to return hastily. you heat it up quickly, the warmth emanating from the food another reminder of the frigid temperature outside as you bring the plate into the barn.Â
he looks up when you enter, sniffing the air like a dog. itâs cute, and you smile as you put the plate down, careful not to get too close to him, letting him make the first move.
whether he trusts you or heâs just starving you donât know, but he rushes to your side and starts eating like he hasnât had food in a month. with him distracted and closer to you, you can get a better look at him.Â
he doesnât look malnourished. heâs buff, muscular and hairy, and you have to stop your eyes from going lower as you stare at his chest.
you look away despite the man being too distracted to notice your shameless ogling. he might be the hottest man youâve ever seen in your life - or youâve just been away from men for too long and have become pathetic.
he eats quickly, and looks up expectantly at you when he finishes, like a dog at their owner. you giggle at the comparison youâve made in your head - itâs quite accurate, you find, with the way he immediately seems to trust you now that youâve fed him.
âdo you wanna go inside? itâs pretty cold out here, and inside i have more food.â you say, and when you go to stand up so does he. you explicitly do not look down.
he follows you into your house, and youâre so glad you live alone so thereâs no one to question whatever is happening.
itâs easy to find extra clothes in the guest room, less easy to find any that you think will fit him. eventually, you give up, hoping the sweatpants you found will do for now, and grab one of your own shirts, thankful for your habit of buying oversized menâs t-shirts. it goes down to your thighs, surely itâll fit him.
you turn to head back into the living room where you left him, and your soul nearly leaves your body when you spot him standing at the door. you yelp, your hand flying to your chest and the clothes falling to the ground.
he startles at the noise, tensing and looking around like he expects danger.Â
âshit,â you swear, âhow are you so quiet?â
he frowns, and you could swear that he seems apologetic, though you arenât sure how accurate your interpretations of his facial expressions are given that youâve only known him for about an hour. it makes you feel a little guilty, though really you shouldnât be since he snuck up on you.
youâre about to offer him the clothes when you pause, gaze locked on his chest. âyou should shower.â
he follows you when you lead him to the bathroom, which you take as agreement on his part. heâs dirty, covered everywhere by a thin layer of dirt. a shower will feel good. it would also give you time to process this without him watching you. his eyes are quite intense, and he keeps them directed at you. you need the privacy to freak out.
itâs only after you place the clothes down on the countertop and show him how the knobs in your shower work that you realise heâs not making any moves to enter the shower. you start to leave the bathroom and he takes a step to follow you.
you stop, thinking about how he doesnât seem to know how to speak, how he looked so scared and confused when youâd found him, and you sigh when you realise itâs likely he doesnât know how to use a shower either.
what is your story? you think to yourself.
âdo you want help?â is what you ask instead.
he nods slowly, which is the closest youâve gotten to a response from him so far. you look up at the ceiling, inhaling deeply and bracing yourself when you realise this means youâre going to have to touch the hot, naked man.
you turn on the shower, waiting for it to warm up before you motion for the man to get in. you are absolutely not willing to get naked in the shower with a stranger whose name you donât even know, so you step in fully clothed, already regretting it when you feel the fabric growing wet and sticking to your skin.
itâs as youâre helping rinse the dirt off him that you spot the writing on his dog tags. youâd noticed them previously but hadnât been able to get a good look.Â
you take the metal chain in your hand, turning it to read the name stamped into the metal.
âlogan,â you read, and the man in front of you purrs, a low rumble in his throat. you smile. âiâm going to guess thatâs your name. logan.â
this seems to relax the last dredges of tension that he holds. he practically melts into you, and the feeling of being trusted so fully by someone who seems so broken warms your heart in a way that you havenât felt in years.
you finish washing him up in silence, only interrupted by occasional soft purrs and hums from logan. he quite enjoys it when you wash his hair, hands reaching up to scrub shampoo into the strands, nails scratching at his scalp. you switch your earlier comparison from a dog to a cat, the purring reminding you of the kitten you had growing up.
he shakes his head when he gets out of the shower, water flying everywhere, and you laugh as you hand him a towel. you once again have to help him when he just stares at it like he doesnât know what to do with it.
he gets dressed on his own, thankfully, since you already feel like you might implode from being in such close quarters with an extremely attractive, wet, nude man for so long.Â
you leave him for a minute to dry yourself off and change into dry clothes. itâs nice to have a moment of reprieve, where you can simply breathe and process and question what the fuck you just got yourself into. you finally allow yourself to freak out a tiny bit, muttering to yourself in the mirror, tugging at your hair.
you just manage to pull a shirt over your head when you hear quiet whimpering at the door and the sound of loud banging against it.
your heart breaks at the sound, reminded of the wounded animals your grandparents would nurse back to health, and you rush to pull some pants on so you can open the door. logan looks at you with the most devastated eyes and then falls into you, face nudging into your neck, inhaling deeply. you stumble back, thankful for the wall that catches you. heâs heavier than he looks, which is saying something, given his size.
youâre shocked for a moment, frozen, but quickly come back to yourself and place your hands on his firm back.
âiâm sorry,â you say, âi didnât mean to scare you. i wasnât going to leave you, i just needed privacy for a moment.â
you donât know if he understands anything youâre saying but it makes you feel better to explain yourself. youâre shocked that this is the same man who was snarling at you, claws out and ready to rip your throat out not so long ago, shocked at how quickly heâs grown attached to you.
shocked at how quickly youâve grown attached to him, too. then again, youâve always been this way. you like to help people, and logan seems like a man who needs a lot of help.
âi was baking a pie, when i saw you,â you tell him, âhow about we go finish that? you donât have to leave my side. you can watch me and iâll teach you all my secrets.â
and as you expected, he follows you into the kitchen, trailing after you like a lost puppy. normally, you hate having anyone else in the kitchen with you, getting in your way when youâre in the zone, but his presence is nice. he doesnât speak, doesnât distract you or get in your way, just stands and watches you intently.
youâre already used to having him here with you, comfortable enough to turn your back to him. itâs crazy, and a (big) part of you knows that this isnât exactly a smart thing to do, but youâre already planning on letting him stay for as long as he needs, maybe even forever.
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