#how was YOUR day at work sweetie?
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@the-witchhunter >:3c I am choosing Violence~â Got a question you might like!
Who??? Gets the MAGICAL/ALIEN SUPER TECH/REALITY WARPING ACCIDENT SUPRISE BABY? Pick the two(or more-ish of) Most Interesting Combinations of Parents!
Romantically connected or intwined? Not even REMOTELY. Possibly not even co-workers yet! Could just be "oh YEAH, I read about that guy in the phone book!" lvls. Baaaaarely acquainted!
We passed once in the Watchtower cafeteria.
But NOW!?
â¨ď¸~ Baby ~ â¨ď¸
The forces that be of the week just... fuckin HANDED one of them an infant. Maybe the child was sitting in a crater after some suitable impressive light show, who knows. Might have been a Wish or Machine of dubious province.
All that matters?
*gasp* A Child.
Wait... wait no. They aren't ready to be parents! Co-parents! With a STRANGER!!!
They didn't even get SEX OUT OF THIS! They might be married! Be gay! Or NOT gay! A robot! Non-human!
Frankly, it'd be fascinating (and just as statistically likely as anyone else) for one of them to be a SIDE KICK which means their mentor and every OTHER decent Hero in the area is gonna try and MURDER parent B!
And?
If we wanna make this DpxDc? Then that baby is? Either half HALFA oooor? What? Half ghost? Half human but limnal af? Is it a Fenton? Cause THOSE Sure Ain't Normal.
If TUCKER is the parent? But magic was involved? Are the odds HIGHER that the child will ALSO be reincarnated?
Things not taught in parenting classes~.
@hdgnj @babbling-babull @hypewinter @legitimatesatanspawn
#dpxdc#dc x dp prompt#genetics roulette au#surprise! it's a headache and 18+ years of unexpected responsibility#how was YOUR day at work sweetie?#minji's writing
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love this lady btw. sheâs in every c&c scene and i know nothing about her. completely unflappable in the face of Whatever The Hell. queen of just doing her job.
#i like to imagine she goes home to a spouse and two kids and theyâd like how was your day at work mama#and sheâs like it was fine sweeties what do you want for supper#and there were 3 sequential near-apocalypses in an 8-hour shift#completely unbothered#this little tag story makes me realize how odd it is that there are rarely any children on b5#babylon 5
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the anger is now turning into resentment
#vent post#i just keep thinking about the many ways in which my family has shown little care for me#like when i had a fucking fever of over 100° and they still guilt tripped me into taking my 90 yr old grandma to the airport#im hauling all of her shit thru ATL while fighting for my fucking life because she just HAD to go to new york#how they expect me to spend 8 hrs with them every weekend and sacrifice my sundays to sit around and watch shit on TV#how they KNOW im mentally ill and need sleep but always got sumn to say when i wanna sleep in on MY days off#my dad letting this dog bite me and then expecting me to still go in the house was the fucking last straw#im fucking done. im so over these people.#theyre on their own#im not gonna be the one sacrificing my mental health and wellbeing for people who clearly dont give a fuck about me#i am breaking the eldest daughter curse#figure it out sweetie!!!! life is about to get real hard for yall now that your pack mule isnt gonna work no mo!!!!!!#No Contact is starting a lot like Peace Of Mind
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đđĽđ đđŤđ˘đđ¤đŹ, đđđŚđ đđŤđđđđŹ | toji fushiguro
đđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ: Your ex-husband bringing the kids over for trick-or-treating is one thing; him wanting to spend the night at your place is another. But it's just for the night. There's no way one night can rekindle some old feelings...right?
đđ¨đ§đđđ§đđŹ: ex-husband! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - the reader is around their mid-30s - Tsumiki (age 11) and Megumi (age 9) - mutual pining - kissing/makeout sessions - unprotected sex - Daddy kink - breast sucking + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - spooning + mating press - cervix fucking - breeding kink - praise - clitoral play (pressing and grinding) - pet names (baby, good girl, mama, princess, sweetie, sweet thing) - you and Toji have been divorced for five years - cameos: Gojo, Utahime and Mei Mei - mention of drool/spit and tears - humor bc I'm [not] funny.
đđ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ: 7.6k (....dawg.)
đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤ'đŹ đđ¨đđđŹ: happy Halloween, everyone!! so, randomly missed writing ex-husband! toji bc it's lowkey my favorite, soooo yeah, this is what we're doing to celebrate the end of the month! anywho, happy October, beautiful ppl, and tysm for reading my works!! Alsooo, ty for 2.8k!!!
âTrick-or-treat!!â
âGaspâOh my goodness!âÂ
âWe came to celebrate Halloween! Also, Megumi forgot his toothbrush here again.â
Opening your door to children at the sunset of Halloween day isnât out of the ordinary or anything special. However, itâs always a pleasant surprise when itâs two kids you hold dear to your heart. You greet them with a hug, two siblings you know too well to say youâre acquainted with. If anything, youâre practically family.Â
The raven-haired brother, referred to as Megumi, speaks up. âItâs not my fault! Dad was rushing me last time.â
âBecause you had to bring your stuffed animals last time, holding us back for your baseball practice.â Tsumiki, the older sister, snapped back. The two argue amongst themselves in front of you as you try to mediate. Itâs no avail until another voice comes to the fray.
âAll right, chill out, you two.â The voice belonged to the person approaching the porch stairs, your eyesight capturing the familiar figure walking up with two duffle bags. The one standing tall before you was the father of the children, Toji Fushiguro. Whoâs also known as your one and only former husband. âGet inside and finish yâr homework, or else weâre goinâ back home.âÂ
The siblings stop bickering and head inside, taking off their shoes at the foyer and walking upstairs. Now that theyâre gone, you turn to the man with the jet-black hair, his viridian orbs focused on you. The weather was chilly, so the man wore his usual dark denim jacket over his plain black sweatshirt, matching his jeans. âYou look good, big guy. Whatâs in the bags?â
He greets you with a curled lip, and the scar on the side of his lip lifts. âPicked them up from their after-school sports, so itâs their sports gear and costumes for tonight. Mind helpinâ me here?âÂ
âHmmm,â you merge your facial expressions to that of faux pondering, turning your back to Toji. âNah, canât. Got dinner to finish making.â
âHmph, shouldâve known.â He makes his way through between you and the front door. âWouldnât wanna break your pretty nails carrying heavy shit, huh, princess?âÂ
You glare at him using the nickname, hating his patronizing gaze. âFrom what I remembered, you would never let me carry the heavy stuff because you thought I was too fragile and easy to break. So how about that, Mr. Knight in Shining Armor?â
âReally? I donât remember sayinâ all that before. You mustâve put me in a spell.âÂ
âProbably, Iâve been told Iâm quite cute~.â
âMmm, nah, more like an old hag of a witch.â Toji barks a laugh at your offended reaction, and he immediately ducks and heads for the stairs when you throw a sandal at him.
âAt the very least, say Iâm a cute witch, fucker.â You say the final word under your breath, grabbing the sandal you threw and heading back to the kitchen.
To say you and Toji were acquainted with one another would be the biggest understatement of the century. The two of you met a decade ago, fell madly in love, and married within a year of the relationship. When you tied the knot, Tsumiki had to have been two years old, and Megumi just turned one year old. You two had been together for four years after that, and you could confidently say those were one of [if not THE] best years of your life. You often second-guessed yourself being in a relationship with someone who had children, fearing that they wouldnât like you or ignore you.
However, those worries were blown right away as the days went by. Every time you spent time with the children brought you three closer than ever; it was to the point that they saw you as their mother. How sweet! And thereâs no denying that Toji loved you. The man would break someoneâs nose for you â yes, it happened before, and it wasnât pretty â for you were his sweet little thing that kept him going. Â
Well, if it was so great, why the divorce? Letâs just say you werenât Tojiâs first love. That title would have to be awarded to the Megumiâs mother. Even in her unfortunate passing, you can tell that Toji loved that woman like no other. It didnât make you jealous or anything, seeing the man you love still mourn for a dead woman. Hell, youâd probably do the same if you were him. But, you canât lie; it felt like you were cast over a âshadowâ when it came to her influence. It was damn near suffocating to bear, especially in those four years of marriage. So, for your sake and his aching heart, you pulled him aside and suggested a divorce. And Toji didnât fight you on the proposition, signing the papers and setting you free from the thick air.
Although things ended between you two, that didnât mean things stopped being what they were. If anything, it was as if nothing happened at all. Even if you still donât live under the same roof, you still make time to hang with the Fushiguros, whether invited to some occasion or exchange phone calls or texts to check up on them. Even now, five years after your separation, it warms your heart knowing that you get to interact with the people you care about.Â
There are moments you find yourself missing living under the same roof with all three of them and living alone can be pretty lonely. But all in all, as long as theyâre comfortable and trust you enough to be around, thereâs no need to change things up again. Like right now â the four of you sit at the dinner table eating before the kids go off trick-or-treating.
âAre you going to trick-or-treat with us, Y/n?â The brown-haired child sitting next to you asks while finishing up her dinner.Â
âSorry, not this time, gotta be at a Zoom meeting for my job in a few minutes. But I do have someone else to take my place. Gojo will be here at aroundâWhy are you two making that face?â You stop mid-sentence to notice Megumi and Toji at the other side of the table, displaying disgusted facial expressions at the mention of the white-haired otherâs name.
âWhy him?â They said in unison.
âWhy not??â You question their irritation.
âHeâs so annoyingâŚâ Again, in unison. Proof enough that theyâre father and son.
You sigh as you get up to take your plate to the sink. âOh, come on, you two, itâs not like heâll be with you guys the entire night. He has a party at a friendâs heâs going to later.âÂ
âIsnât he too old to trick-or-treat?â Tsumiki questions, noting that Gojo is way past his undergraduate years.Â
âHe is, but whatever gets that prick any free sweets,â Toji answers his daughter before getting up to put his dish in the sink.Â
You exit the kitchen, head into the living room, and sit on the couch. The laptop you had placed there was ready to open and unlock, and you clicked on applications and windows to look through before your meeting started in the next three to two minutes. He should be here aboutâ
DING-DONG!!
Now.
Right on cue, you motion for Toji to grab the front door, and he follows your command. âKids, Gojoâs here!â You shout out to the two kids who still sit at the table. âWhen youâre done eating, you can go upstairs and put your costumes on. But whoever finishes last has to do the dishes.â You can hear commotion from the table as the brunette rushes to put her dish in the sink and dash for the stairs. Megumi groans to himself; you giggle when you hear him mutter an âAww manâŚâ
You pull out your headphones to connect to your laptop, put them in their respective ears, and prepare yourself for the meeting. Ignoring the faint passive-aggressive tones of your ex-husband when greeting Gojo at the doorâŚ
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Your eyes flutter open, noticing the lighting change around the living room. The orange sunlight no longer decorated the space, substituted with the gradual darkness that overtakes you. The only source of light you can figure out is the flashing from the television screen.
Aside from the TV, there are no other signs of life. There arenât any signs of Tsumiki or Megumi around playing or causing a raucous. It could only mean the two are still trick-or-treating with Gojo.Â
One blink, two blinks. I mustâve fallen asleep after the meeting⌠You hum while sinking to the couch, burying your face into the pillow.Â
ButâŚsince when did your pillow act like it was breathing with a heartbeat? AndâŚI smelt that cologne beforeâŚHow?
âYa awake now?â
You raise your head, realizing you are not lying on your couch. Technically, you were; however, you were lying on something else on the furniture with you â more like someone.Â
Itâs then you realize that you were lying on Toji during your entire slumber, him leaning on the end of the couch, one leg spread to make room for you to sleep on him while you sit on the other. And you can guess that you had your head on his chest, snuggling up to his warm figure. He looks at you with his green eyes now darkened by the room, yet you can see their glow from the television light. And that small smile he gives you, the scar on the right side of his lip lifted upward. The familiar butterflies in your stomach flutter like before. Like old times sakeâŚThat must be embarrassing, huh?
You frantically try to get off of him, âSorry about that, I thoughtââ
âNo, no,â Toji places a stern hand on your back, keeping you from moving further. âYou were comfortable.âÂ
You stare at him for a few seconds until your face contours to a look, and a smile starts to creep up while you situate yourself back to your original position, pressing your face back on his chest to listen to the beats of his heart again. âI recall having this couch all to myself not too long ago, so whereâd you come from?â
âWell, I wanted to watch some sports highlights, but I figured youâd kick my ass if I pulled you off and had you sleep on the floor instead.â With the click of your tongue, he chortles. You bet your ass I would. âSo, I decided to have ya sleep on me while I watch TV.â
âWhatâs wrong with the other side of the couch? Itâs quite vacant and enough for a big guy like you.âÂ
âTrue,â his hand rubs circles on your back, an old habit he did when he used to have you like this. âBut then Iâd be lonely.âÂ
You titter. âThatâs big for someone who said he thrives on being alone.â
âI thrive being alone when Iâm working.â Youâre glad he canât see your eyes roll; heâd probably grab you by the cheeks like a child. âBesides, why would I wanna be alone when I have you for myself.â
And there it is, your cheeks begin to warm up. Or was it because youâre so close to him that his heat is transferring to you? Thatâs probably it, yeah. Letâs change the subjectâŚâHow long was I out for? I remember the kids left around 7:30-ish.â
âMmm, itâs going to eleven right now.â
Three and a half hours? Damn. âItâs past their bedtime.â
Toji scoffs. The abrupt motion of his chest rising is satisfying in a way that makes you even more comfortable. âYou still think theyâre gonna sleep with all that sweet shit they got?â He snickers some more as you shake your head.
âThey know better. When you guys get home, be sure to put their candy bags on the top shelf of the closet for the morning.âÂ
âStill traumatized from that one time?âÂ
âUhhh, yes??â The memory flashes to you for a quick moment, but the dread from before still haunts you. Megumi was six years old and Tsumiki seven, returning home from trick-or-treating and immediately tasting their labor from that night. However, what you didnât expect was for them both to eat almost half their bags. Letâs just say, thanks to their sugar rushes, they didnât drop dead until the hour hand touched two of the morning. âUnless itâs the weekend, never again.â
The way the older man chuckles is so therapeutic â it nearly makes you want to fall asleep again. âYou werenât the one chasin' Megumi all over the place tryin' to get him to sleep. Little squirt gets his speed from me.â
âAwww, poor you~â You can sense the glare as you respond in a condescending, sing-song tune. âYou and him are always butting heads. Like father, like son.â
âTch, hate that sayinâ so fuckinâ much.â
âWhy? âBecause itâs true?â
âShut up.â The hand he used to rest his head comes down to pinch your nose. You wriggle out of his hold with giggles, but he happily keeps you grounded to him with his stronghold and a leg wrapped around to prevent yours from moving. âHe only listens to you. Such a sweet lilâ baby to you, huh? Puttinâ my own son against me.â
More giggles prompt out of tiny guilt, and you bring up a hand to rub on his chest. âHeâs such a bright boy now. Growing up so big and fast.â
âMiki, too. That girl is way too smart fr' me to catch up. And sheâs becoming so kind and strong, crazy to think she made me play teacups when she could barely go down the stairs by herself.â Toji hums, the vibrations felt on the pads of your fingers. âThink she gets that from you.âÂ
You shook your head. âTheyâre your babies. They do amazing things because they have a big guy like you to catch them if they ever fall.â
âHmm, fairâŚBut letâs not pretend Iâm the best dad in the world. Fuck, never in my life did I think Iâd be a dad, especially with two kids. I didnât know shit back then â still! I still donât know shit.â You donât say anything, just listening to him voice his thoughts to you. Because he knows youâd listen â you always do. âIf you werenât there for them, I donât think theyâd be shining like this. Yâre definitely the thing that brought us up together. They look up to you so much. Ya did so well with them.â
Nodding aimlessly, his black sweatshirt grazing on your cheek. âThank you. Same to you. Didnât do so bad yourself, big guy.â
âMmm.â
Nothing is said between you two after that. The only thing that makes noise is the voices coming from the television. The volume lowered, an initiative you could guess from Toji wanting you to get some rest. The silence was too awkward that it might torture some, but it was fine where it was. There was no need to change it, especially when you were comfortable in each otherâs embrace.
That is, until Toji asks, âDo you miss it?â The rubs on your back go slower, his fingertips drawing a ticklish sensation.
âOf course I do. All the time.â You answer honestly, turning your head to rest your chin on him. Your eyes glimpse directly at his, giving him a tiny grin. âWhy ask? I know the kids miss me being around; what about you? Miss me nagging and putting you to work all the time?â
He sneers at your comment. âEvery day.â
It was such a simple answer, yet it had the power to wipe that smirk right off your face. Your eyes locked in his sight, and your heart tuning to an irregular rhythm. Oh, come on, Y/n, get a grip! âAhemâToji, I hope you know that I never stopped missing everything we had â I never will. Those years that we shared were probably the best Iâve had. We had happy moments, others sad, of course. But, God, do I miss it all. I miss it so much. I miss having you guys here. Miki and Gumi andââ
âMe?â Good Lord, if this man doesnât stop looking at you with those goddamn eyes of his, such captivating orbs that say more than he lets on. Your breath hitches, and so does the hand on your back. âHmm? Ya miss me, baby?â
Oh, for fuckâs sake. Whyâd you have to call me that? And it gets worse when he places his free hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin while the forefinger teases the lobe and tragus of your ear. GoddammnitâŚ
â...Yes,â your voice was down a whisper, which could easily be mistaken with the television. But you know Toji heard you, loud and clear. âEspecially you, Toji.â You said it. The words that he wanted to hear from you. They felt so forbidden to say, yet it was the truth. You avert your gaze away from him. But you knew that wouldnât work, not right now. Toji taps your cheek with his thumb, and your eyes sheepishly return to his.
He doesnât say anything, and that makes your heart beat at an unbearable rate. Itâs all you can hear when you stare into his deep emerald eyes, the sound of it ringing your eardrums as if you could puke. Your throat running dry, so you gulp to ease the uncomfortable bob. If something could just happen to end this anxious torture, that would be great.Â
And then your prayers get answered: something does happen. Toji slowly brings his face closer to yours â your body goes rigid, and you instantly face away before the inevitable happens. No, I didnât mean that!
âAht aht, donât do that, baby.â His hand slithers from your cheek to your chin, forcing you to face straight at him. âLemme see you.â
âToji, wait,â your voice travels out in a shaky breath. âWe shouldnât be doing this. We canât cross this line anymore.â
He listens to your pleas, but his body does otherwise. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead while the hand on your back snakes downward. âWhy not?â His gruff voice dialed down to a whisper.
âBecauseâMmmmâŚâ Toji interrupts you by licking the helix of your ear. Oh, you slick bastard. âWeâre supposed to be doneâŚâÂ
âThatâs not stoppinâ me from takinâ care of my sweet thing.â Jesus Christ, you almost melted from the way he whispered that to your ear. Heâs pulling out all the same old tricks, and it gets more hellish by the second as you try not to give in. âSo, y're gonna let me take care of you like I always do, right, mama?â
Both his hands now rest on your ass, groping it while your hips sway as if they have a mind of their own. The leg between yours comes up slightly, making you ride on it. The heat on your cheeks has already blossomed to your ears, making it hard to think straight. Gripping his sweatshirt, your hips ride his thigh to ease the throbbing sensation that grows with every motion. Good God, you shouldnât be doing this. You know you shouldnât be doing this. However, itâs been so long that you felt wanted like this â wanted by him. Itâs all the same â his voice, his hands, his words, his body, and the names he calls â yet here you are turning into putty.Â
âHaaahh, MmmfffâŚToji, please,â Toji withdraws his face from your shoulder, leaving him to examine your expression. You must look so dumb right now, with your hooded eyes and shivering lips. But, at this point, do you even care? âPleaseâŚTreat me right.â
One moment, you see his gaze narrow with a devious glint. Next, youâre taken aback when Toji slams his lips on yours, kissing and sucking your bottom lip until you give him access. With a moan, you open your mouth for him and sink deeper into the kiss. Your hands come around his neck, keeping him focused on you and you alone. Not that he would have it any other way.
His strong hands continue to knead your asscheeks while you hump and grind on his thigh. Nibbling on your lip, you whimper helplessly for him. It strokes his ego, knowing heâs making you like this, the fucking bastard. He takes in your tiny cries happily, shoving his tongue to play with yours. You give in to him, almost losing your balance riding his thigh, yet Tojiâs lips never leave yours.
You break the kiss to get an imperative breath, panting loudly and sweetly for him as Toji kisses and licks your ear. The sounds make your lower region twitch. âHnnmm, fuckâŚThatâs my girl. So fuckinâ good frâ me always, Y/nâŚâ You can feel him slide a hand up to the hem of your leggings, forcing it inside for his thick fingers to brush up on the bare flesh of your butt. You gasp sharply. Him squeezing your butt has you biting down on his sweatshirt. ââHahhh, Oh God, Toji,â With every squeeze, he inches closer to your panty-covered chasm, where you know heâd find a damp spot. Please touch me. Please, please, pleaâ
CLACK-CLINK!!
The two of you are frozen stiff when you hear the sound of the door opening and closing, the foyer lights turned on. âAlright~, we got you guys home. See ya later!â That was Gojoâs voice, indicating everyone was finally back from trick-or-treating. This means that Tsumiki and Megumi are about to see you on top of their father, his hand in your leggings and smacking lips with yours. Your eyes shoot wide with horror â immediately remove yourself from Toji and stand up from the couch to pull your bottoms up. You barely had the chance to peek at Toji because the kids already run to the living room to find you two.
âY/n, Y/n, look!â The brunette was the first to greet you with her adorable pink Barbie cowgirl costume. She and her brother, dressed as Sasuke Uchiha, cheerfully showcased their pillowcases full of candy. âLook at all this candy we got!â
âWooow, you guys really went on a haul,â you can only hope they canât see you sweating bullets through your fake reaction. âWhâWhereâs Gojo?âÂ
âHe dropped us off here a few seconds ago and left for the party,â The raven-haired boy answered while scanning his pillowcase.
You only nod along until you frantically wipe your mouth, realizing the tiny trail of spit from the corner of your mouth. âUmmâAhem, well then, Iâm glad you two got all that candy. Now, letâs hurry up and get you guys home so you can get ready for school tomorrow!âÂ
But the children didnât move an inch. Actually, they looked like they were going to tell you something. You lift a brow. Oh no, theyâre going to look at each other. They looked at each other and then glanced back at you. Oh, God, no. âUhhh, Y/n, we were thinking.â Big sister Tsumiki is always the one who asks the following question. âCan we stay over?â
You inhale a massive breath, yet you do your best not to exhale a heavy sigh. âKids, you promised to keep the overnight stays to three at max per month. This will be the fifth!âÂ
âYeah, but itâs dark out. Plus, itâs way past our bedtime.â The younger chimes in with a tiny pout. âWeâll be asleep by the time Dad gets us home.â
And here comes Tsumiki with the tag-team response to add on. âAnd that means heâll have to make continuous trips back and forth from the car. Picking me and Megumi up, getting our bookbags, the bags full of candy, the whole thing! We already packed up our PJs just in case.âÂ
You stood there staring at the two in astonishment. Thereâs no way they thoroughly planned this out. Thereâs just no way⌠And to make it worse, they were making valid arguments. You open your mouth to say something, but the two give the best puppy eyes they can. The wave of guilt hits like a train, internally cringing. You turn to Toji, who still sits on the couch, and the motherfucker only gives you a shrug. Wow, what a helpful father he is.
You groan into your hands, shaking your head while looking at the kids who wait for your verdict. ââŚAlright, you can stay as long as you PROMISE to put those candy bags in my bedroom closet. Deal?â The happy smiles and aggressive head shakes should answer your question. âGood, now go ahead and take your showers before you head for bed.â They rushed to the stairs by the time you finished that sentence, so enthusiastic about staying the night at your house, and you canât help but smile hearing their footsteps run up the stairs.Â
With that being said, you turn to the older man again. Your brows are trenched down, but your smile is still present. âSo, you legit just sat there and let those two tag-team me like that? In my own house?â
Another shrug with a dumb smirk on his handsome face. âTold you: too smart frâ me to catch up.â You shake your head before exiting to get the kids and guest rooms ready, leaving him with the television.Â
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The midnight hour has finally danced its way into the darkness of the night. Halloween is finally over, and the month of October is no more. The pitter-patter sound of the rain cleanses the neighborhood of its merits and festivities that partook hours ago, ready for a new phase of the year to take over.
After having the guest room ready with sheets and sleepwear for Toji and kissing the kids goodnight, you rinse your stress off with a nice shower and put on your pajamas to get ready for bed. After you turn the lights off, you drape the comforter over your figure as your body sinks with the cozy sheets and pillowcase. Your eyes close while focusing on the curtains of your window, the only light piercing inside being the lampposts by the street.Â
âŚWell, at least thatâs whatâs supposed to happen. But thatâs not the case because youâre not the only one lying comfortably on your mattress. Instead, Toji is here with you, in your room, on your bed, his chest to your back, and his hand roaming inside your oversized shirt. Your lips are now connected with his, sharing your erotic moans with his enticing groans, and you get a little louder as his fingers cup and play with your breast.
âMmphhâŚAhhhh, I thought I told you youâre sleeping in the guest roomâNmmff!â He tweezes your nipple with his forefinger and thumb roughly. Â
âAnd I thought youâd be smart enough to know that wasnât gonna happen.â Toji kisses the crook of your neck, drawing near your ear for him to whisper. âBesides, look at you. Still sleepinâ with no underwear on?â
âHmph, only when I have a man around the house.â That answer got you another rough tweak on your nip and a purposeful gnaw to your ear. You knew heâd react like that, never liking the mention of another man leaving your mouth â especially during an intimate time like this.
âThat so? What man you know that can handle all this?â Toji then moves from his side to be between your legs, pulling up your shirt to fully expose your chest. And your breathe hitches while his free hand travels down your abdomen to your bottoms.
âAhhhh, no one. Just you...â You look at him with half-lidded eyes, taking in his reaction to what you said. The salacious grin on his face becoming broader should entail that he greatly loved that retort.
He brings his face to your other unattended nipple, âGood answer, princess.â The nub of your breast enters his mouth, and the wet warmth of his tongue greets it with lapped motions and grazes from his teeth. Despite that, it doesnât distract you from the fact your bottoms are pulled down with ease and are thrown to the bedroom floor, leaving your cunt out for him, your erotic fluids seeping and glistening from the outside lights.Â
Toji plays with your folds until he can stuff his pointer finger into your chasm, the insertion resulting in your bodyâs jolt. Itâs been a long while since you had his thick digit inside you, playing and scraping the inner walls to evoke whimpers. God, it felt so good, this satisfying feeling returning to awaken your body to his touch. He interacts with your body as if heâs the only person who knows how to get you going â and itâs the truth. No one can put you in a blissful haze quicker than this man. And youâd prefer to keep it that way.Â
The addition of his middle finger into your leaky entrance startles you, the thick digit making its way in with such vigor that he uses both fingers to scrape the velvety texture of your walls. Your eyes are now screwed shut at the growing commotion between your thighs, and the heat within your body flourishing all around gets to your head. ââKhmm, Oh fuuck, Toji. Please, donât stop.âÂ
With a soft âpopâ noise from his lips, Toji replies to your demands. âIâm sorry, whatâs my name again?â You giggle with trenched brows. Of course, how could I forget?
âNmmph, D-Daddy, pleaseee, Iâm so cloâAhhhann!!â He puts his thumb to your clit, grinding down on it unexpectedly. âI wanna cum, pleaseeeâŚâ
âHmmm, good girl,â he teased, laying down kisses, nibbling on the skin of your stomach and inner thighs until he arrives at your leaking slit. Your body jerks up from the bed when you feel the cold, wet muscle slowly lick on your clitoris before ravaging your folds. The sounds of his mouth on your cunt are so lewd to the ear, slurping noises from his lips with the lapping motions of his tongue claiming your come are too much for you. And when he uses his hand to swipe and pinch your clit? Oh, itâs a wrap. Your release comes out without control, biting down on your bottom lip to make sure your cries donât leave this space for the kids to hear. Their room is on the other side down the hall; tonight isnât the night for too many risks.
When your trembling body calms down and subsides, Toji withdraws his face from between your thighs. Your essence paints his mouth, and he wipes his chin clean while licking the remnants that coat his scarred lips. âHmph, missed tastinâ you like that.â You open your eyes when your high finally evades you, watching your ex-husband pull down his sweats. His erection springs out and hits his stomach, your mind going rampant with thoughts as you ogle at his freed limb. Shit, itâs been so long. Will that shit even fit me again?
âDonât think itâll fit, baby?â Damn him, he loves teasing you. Toji then discards his black wife-beater, at long last revealing his well-built, brawny physique that has you drooling for him. He uses his hands to maneuver your legsâyour knees pushed to your chest as your legs propped up on his shoulders. A position youâre all too familiar with. Your eyes donât leave Tojiâs cock as he aligns his cock to your slick-coated folds. âTake some breaths frâ me, sweetie. Canât take care of you when youâre all tense.â
You take up on his advice and begin taking deep breaths, reminding yourself to maintain the steady pattern as he pushes the tip of his dick between the lips of your cunt. Every inhale is where he nudges into the hole of your inner cavern, and every exhale gives you time to breathe out the pain that comes in for a split second. This carries on until the cockhead wedges itself perfectly into your vagina, along with the inches of his girth that stretches until the base kisses your lips, the tip of him kissing your cervix. Tears swell up in your eyes, taking more deep breaths to prepare yourself for whatâs about to come.Â
âOooh fuuuckâŚHeh, yeah, thatâs my baby right there. Fittinâ so perfect frâ me, mamaâŚâ He puts his weight on you, keeping your figure unmoving under his bow.Â
âNmmmf, Daddyyy,â youâre forced to take in all of him, and drool trails down your lips with no hope of taking care of it. ââŚIâm so full, youâre too muchâŚâ
âI know, sweetie, I know.â He wipes your spit after kissing your forehead. How gentle compared to what youâre about to go through. âGonna move now.â His thrusts start slow for the two of you to adjust to each other; the feeling of his lengthâs veins coming in and out of your chasm is so euphoric, and the kisses to your cervix want your body to writhe and squirm. But youâre bent into this position for a reason: forced to submit to him no matter what. So you do just that.
Yet your horny haze gets more potent once he picks up the pace, rutting into you with increased speed. Your slit, still sensitive from earlier, gets overstimulated with the constant grazes on your gummy walls and jabs to your tender cervix. It takes everything in your power not to come so early.
ââHahhhh, Nmmph. Oh, shit, shit, shitâŚâ Toji groans above you, the thrusts of his pelvis increase to an irregular rhythm, grinding deep into your cunt to the point of uncontrollable babbles escaping your lips. His bullying on your insides results in you gripping his length hard, causing the older man to hiss and moan at your contractions. ââOhhhfuuuckk!! Jesus Christ, baby. Yâre gonna make me go crazy.âÂ
As if that wasnât already happening now that he pistons his cock into your wetness, your brain turning into mush from the onslaught of ruts to your puffy wet chasm. Tears stream down your face, and more drool follows down with more precise hits to your delicate canal. The pounding in your head makes it hard to think of anything else, the squelching noises and paps of Tojiâs balls hitting your cunt making it worse.Â
âD-Daddyyy, IâmâOhoooo!! Oh, Jesus, ohhhshit!â You canât formulate a proper sentence, too engulfed with the electrifying sensations coursing through your body.Â
âDamn, you feel too fucking goodâHnngh!!â Toji places his forehead on yours, resting his entire weight on you while his hips have a mind of their own. ââBout to make me knock you upâŚâ
Oh, good Lord. The mere thought of having a child is the last thing that should be on your mind. But in a time like this, who in their right mind would be thinking straight? âNnnfff! Oh God, pleaseee, fill me up, Daddyy!â Green eyes narrow with trenched brows. ââPleasepleasepleaseee!! I want you to fill me up so bad, I want it, I wantâHyaaaaa!!âÂ
How can he deny your desperate, teary pleas when youâre urging him on like this? âHeh, youâre so fuckinâ sexy, mama.â Toji captures your lips with his, your mewls taken by him as you sink further into your pleasurable thrill.
Sporadic thrusts of his pelvis produce more raunchy noises in the joining of your sexes, his heavy balls smacking on your cunt as he drives the base of his cock straight into you. Your slit is now a puffy mess, come and slick form a soapy mess that Toji now harbors a milky ring around his girth. A few rushed, sloppy thrusts heighten your high once more, and then Toji presses his pelvis down to the hilt on one final, harsh thrust, unloading his seed into your aching folds. And your climax follows in a few seconds, the walls of your cunt fluttering on his pulsating dick as your essence soaks him. Your muffled shrieks are received by him, quivering under him until the aftershocks wash through your body.Â
Once you two breathe at a steady tempo and the nerves of your sweaty bodies fall still, the kiss is broken with heavy pants and a string of spit that links you two together. Toji buries his face between your neck and shoulder, licking and kissing your skin as youâre allowed time to experience your clarity.
âHmmmâŚYou know Iâm not done yet, princess.â Toji mumbles to your ear before stationing your legs off his shoulders for them to rest.
âYeah, I know, big guy.â You tease him with a breathless laugh, kissing him on the temple. âAlways wanting moreâŚâ
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ââŚSo, youâre telling me you had your ex-husband spend the night? Not just the kids?â
âYup, thatâs what happened.âÂ
This morning was different from your usual routine â well, you canât say itâs different if you have done it before, huh? After five years of divorce, you thought youâd be so used to waking up and getting ready for work without worrying about others. However, this morning proves otherwise.
It felt natural walking into the kidsâ room and lightly shaking them awake, telling them to get ready while you whip up something quick for them to eat as Toji showers (using your bathroom, by the way). Watching the kids run down the stairs and eat breakfast puts a smile on your face, reminiscing about the good old days when they were younger and teenier. It sometimes feels surreal doing the same thing for them now that theyâre getting older and taller. But seeing them bicker and interact with each other in your presence never fails to warm your heart.
When Tojiâs finished freshening up and loading his kidsâ stuff in his truck, itâs time to bid them farewell for their departure for school. You give them final touch-ups on their hair and outfits, reminding them to be safe and not get into trouble (especially Megumi, now that the boyâs been getting into fights). And before they rush to the car, you hug them and give each a kiss on the cheek. Here is where the warm feeling inside your heart begins to deteriorate, not wanting to let them go. Yet, for their sake â and education â you release them and hope for the best.
The last to leave was Toji, who came from the kitchen to the front door with a paper plate wrapped in foil in one hand. His name is written boldly by a black Sharpie. âThis fr' me?âÂ
âNo, itâs for Shiu Kong, for dealing with you all the time.â You stick your tongue out at Toji as he glares at you, not even moving out of the way while he exits through the door. âYou better eat that when you get to work, you have a terrible habit of skipping lunch.âÂ
âWhatever ya say, mom.â He pesters you with the title, knowing youâre technically not a mother anymore. Yet it only makes you smile knowing he notices your maternal side.Â
âDonât forget to text me when Tsumikiâs soccer game is next week.â You watch him go down the porch stairs.Â
âWill do.âHe whistles.Â
âAnd Toji?â
The man stops walking to turn to you, his forest green eyes fixed on you so quickly that you almost forget what you want to say. Or what you wanted to do. You place your fingers on your lips and blow a kiss with an outward gesture. It was an old habit you did whenever he left, something you canât seem to get out of practice with. Itâs embroidered in your mind at this point.Â
And when he catches the kiss with his free hand and places it on his chest, it makes your heart skip a beat. Toji grins, âIâll be damned if that was fr' Shiu, too.â
You snicker with a shaken head. âDrive safe, Toji.â Closing the front door, you stand there for a while. Your smile doesnât falter; it gets bigger as you replay the moment instead. Thinking about him, hearing him, seeing him, it all drives you crazy. And thatâs a good thingâŚright?
âI donât know, sounds like you still kinda care about the guy.âÂ
âOf course I do,â So here you are, sitting in your living room enjoying the rays of the sunset decorating the space, in a video call with your best friends, Utahime and Mei Mei. You reply to the formerâs comment. âJust because I donât have the ring on my finger doesnât mean I shouldnât care about him. I mean, heâs the father of two lovely children.â
âShoot, youâre better than me, then.â The dark-haired woman admits. âBut youâre kinda proving my point, Y/n. Even when you donât have the ring on, you two act like the same old couple, and itâs definitely not just for the kidsâ sake. Letâs be real here.âÂ
You try to interject, but the pale-blue-haired other, Mei Mei, intervenes, âI agree. Itâs one thing if you let the children stay over, but he also wanted to spend the night. Sure, he couldâve been tired from driving all day and such. However, if youâre still seeing a man for the last five years â while legally unbound â and he says he wants to spend the night under your roof, which is rare, that should ring some bells at least.â
âI know, it didâŚâ you nod along with what your friend is saying, throwing your head back with a heavy sigh. âBut itâs not like heâs never spent the night here before, nor is he banished from stepping inside.âÂ
âOh? Then why is this time different from the others?â
Utahime jumps in after Mei Meiâs chirp. âYeah, youâre telling us about all these nostalgic lovey-dovey feelings as if youâre falling in love with him all over again. What, did you two have sex or something?âÂ
An open mouth, yet no words come out, leaving you in a predicament. You couldâve just lied or swerved the subject to something else. But you didnât. And the two women on the screen lift their brows with hooded eyes, a look meaning a thousand words. You couldnât even explain yourself either because a sudden knock on your door captured the attention of all three of you.Â
You stand up and walk towards the door, your friends still on call on the phone at hand. Opening the door, youâre almost stunned to see in front of you. Tsumiki and Megumi with nervous smiles, and their father at the car collecting the same duffles bags from last night. Youâre kidding.
âHey, kids.â The two of them gulped from not calling them by their names. You bring up the phone to face the screen to them. âSay hello to Auntie Mei Mei and Utahime.â The women on the line smile and wave at the children, who sheepishly wave back.
âHi, aunties.â Megumi greets them, and then his eyes drift back to you. âSo, Y/nââ
âWhat did you forget this time?â Straight to the point, no room for excuses.
âIt was Miki this time! She forgot her soccer cleats.â The older sibling gawks at her younger brother for calling her out.
âTsumiki, I know you have cleats at home.â
âI do, but these are special! You bought them for my birthday, and Iâve been wearing them to every game ever since! So, I was scared when I couldnât find them at home.â The brunette was quick to defend her stand. âAlso, Dad doesnât feel like driving up here and then back. SoâŚcan weâŚâ
You close your eyes and bring the phone to your face to shield your vexation. Twice in a row, the sixth time this month. You can hear the giggles of your friends from the other side of the phone, adding more fuel to the fire. You donât look up until you hear heavy footsteps on the porch, seeing Toji holding both duffle bags with a hand and shoulder. He stares at you as you stare at him, a silent conversation on how to handle this situation. And when he shrugs with lifted brows, you realize itâs no use and release the long-awaited sigh.
ââŚ.If I see one more thing being left behind here, you guys canât come back till December, understand?â It wasnât anything serious, but enough for the kids to know you werenât joking. They nod their heads in unison while you roll your eyes. âOkay, get in here.â They rushed inside with gleeful laughs, the shuffling of their backpacks following along with them. Your eyes then drift to Toji as he walks up to you. âDid you forget something here, too?â
âYeah,â you lift a brow when he drops Megumiâs bag to the floor. Before you can register his hand on your chin, you squeak when he brings his lips to yours. It lasted for seconds, but the kiss was sweet and tender, sucking on your lip before letting go with a playful bite. âMeant to give you that when you woke up. Thanks fr' the food, mama.âÂ
Toji picks the bag up and walks inside your home to put the bags in the rooms, leaving you standing on the porch with an astounded expression. You couldnât appropriately calibrate your thoughts until you heard faint laughs from the phone. Then, you realize your best friends witnessed the entire scene that transpired.Â
Utahime, with the slyest leer, was the first to say something. âOh yeah, he laid that pipe on you good, without a doubt.â
âMhmm,â Mei Mei agrees with a chuckle. âAnd I'm guessing heâs gonna do it again tonight. Isnât that right, Y/n?â
You end the video call with a heated face. âSh-Shut your damn mouths!!â Again, you groan into your hands before returning inside. Thank God I still have those birth control pills...
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"i'm gonna marry mama when i'm older!"
pairings. argenti, aventurine, blade, boothill, dr. ratio, gallagher, gepard, dan heng/imbibitor lunae, jing yuan, luocha, sampo, welt, jiaoqiu, moze x afab/fem! reader
warnings. fluff, wife! reader, use of "mama", "papa" and "mommy" and "daddy", [c/n] = child's name, sampo being sampo, lots of girl dads
a/n. baby fever hit me. #foreverwithmybabydaddy
wordcount. 4.7k
synopsis. how do they react to their child wanting to marry you, his wife?
playfully teases your child
sampo â
⧠"well, well, seems like i've got a little competitor! but youâll need more than charm to steal your mom away from me!"
â§đđ <- how he actually feels inside
⧠listen, sampo LOVES his little him to DEATH. but for some odd reason hearing his son suddenly burst out saying that he was going to marry you made his face go all sour and ugly.
⧠but he knows that he you would never allow that and that it was all fun and games, still, his smirk grows larger as his son barks back. "nuh uh!! mama loves me more than you, so i will marry mama first! not you!"
⧠a loud, audible, dramatic, heartbroken, gasp can be heard from sampo's wide open mouth, letting out a strangled noise. "you!! never!! my wife loves me more than you!" you let out an exasperated sigh, watching as your husband and your son bickered back and fourth on who you loved more.
⧠"c'mon!! tell him that you love me more than him!" "that would break his heart, sampo! absolutely not!" "but... he's breaking my heart..." ah, there goes his little pout and his puppy eyes that always magically work on you.
⧠"come on... please? pretty please? I'M BEGGING YOU I'M LOSING THIS ARGUMENT TO OUR SON!!!"
⧠your eyes flicker between sampo and your son. sampo is begging you, clinging onto the hem of your shirt as his kneels down while your son on the other hand is staring at his father in confusion and.. embarrassment? you stifled your laughter back, the sight of your six-year-old child giving his own dad a stink eye was hilarious.
⧠"are you laughing at me...?" sampo looks up at your face, eyeing your expressions and follows your gaze, turning his head he faces his son who stares right back at him. "oh..."
⧠"daddy why are you always doing weird things?"
aventurine â
⧠aventurine would laugh heartily and say, "oh, planning to take my spot, are you? well, youâve got some big shoes to fill!" heâd probably challenge his child to a fun, friendly competition to see who can win over their momâs heart.
⧠he knows that his child actually has no chance in marrying you, but hey, it's worth a shot to see how far they'll actually go.
⧠"babe!! little [c/n] here wants to marry you~" he says, beckoning for you to side beside him, your child's eyes sparkled at the sight of you sitting down beside him, they grip on your leg, hugging it tightly.
⧠"can i really marry you when i'm older?" you cock your head to the side, eyeing aventurine and your child. "what's all this about?" you asked, aventurine simply pulled you in close to him, his arm wrapped around your waist as he hoists his child up and onto his lap. "mmm... nothing really. so, who do you want to marry, me or this little kid here?"
⧠you caressed your child's hair, letting out a hum in thought. "well... [c/n] i'm already married to daddy..." you replied, and gosh do you feel your heart crumble into a million pieces when you see your child pout, their chubby cheeks prominent. bâbut..."
⧠"it's alright sweetie, you can still try, but i don't think mommy will ever marry youâ" "WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" "WHY ARE YOUâ"
⧠in the end you calm your baby down with aventurine who's gripping his shirt over his heart. both you and aventurine settled on letting your child compete with his dad in trying to prove themselves to "marry you one day". once they're put to sleep in their room, aventurine hugs you from behind, his arms snaking around your waist.
⧠"you only want me, right?" he sighed, face nuzzling in your neck. "well of course you're my husband. but don't get their hopes up too high okay? or else they might start crying in your ears again." you laughed. aventurine only let out yet another sigh, leading you away from your child's room.
⧠"child or not i don't want anyone else who wants to be with my wife."
moze â
⧠moze immediately perked his ehad up at the sound of his daughter's voice.. wait.. did he hear her correctly?
⧠though his face remained stoic as ever, the corner of his mouth curls into a smirk. he turns to his child, raising an eyebrow with his typical quiet intensity. "you want to marry your mother?" he asks, his voice low but carrying just the right amount of teasing. "youâre going to have to be real smooth if you want to outshine me."
⧠his gaze flicks to you for just a second, a glint of warmth in his otherwise composed demeanour. then, in true moze fashion, he quickly shifted gears, leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, as he continued to joke around with his child.
⧠"do you even have a plan? flowers? chocolates? youâre up against some serious competition here," moze adds, his tone dry but playful.
⧠despite his typically reserved nature (but over time you got to really know the true moze and not the 'crow feathered weirdo'), moze had a way of making these rare moments with his family feel special. he ruffles his childâs hair, his smirk widens slightly. "maybe iâll teach you a thing or two, but youâll need to practice. being this smooth doesnât come easy."
⧠moze glances at you again, his silent affection shining through in the way his eyes softened when they landed on you. though he wasnât one for long speeches or grand gestures, his love for his family was always clear in these moments.
⧠he continues keeping his child entertained with more jokes and a rare display of his dry wit. though he acted cool and composed, these were the moments that he held onto, the ones that made him forget, if only for a while, about the covert world he was usually immersed in.
⧠"seems like i've got competition.. i won't easily be beaten though."
overprotective about you
gepard â
⧠gepard would likely have a soft, almost tender smile when he hears his child say they want to marry you, their mother, his wife. his voice would be gentle, filled with a mixture of pride and love.
⧠"marrying your mother is an honor and a responsibility. you must be ready to protect and care for her, just as i do."
⧠he would explain that love is about more than just affectionâit's about commitment, duty, and being there for each other through thick and thin. kneeling down to his childâs level, he places a hand on his childâs shoulder, offering a reassuring squeeze as he speaks.
⧠"if you're willing to do all those things then i think mommy wouldn't mind if you proposed to her." and oh does he thank the lord every day for blessing him with his child whose eyes sparkled at his encouraging words. "mhm mhm! i will!" and such chubby cheeks too.. he pinches them affectionately, a tender smile on his face.
⧠even after the conversation ends, he gazes lovingly at you, feeling grateful for the family you've built together.
⧠gepard stands behind you, arms snaked around your waist, his much larger and warm palms resting on your stomach, he hums softly on your head, kneading the soft fabric of your shirt. yeah, he could definitely get used to this life.
⧠"maybe [c/n] wouldn't mind another sibling, hm?"
blade â
⧠bladeâs initial reaction would be a mix of surprise and seriousness. (though your daughter probably can't read his expression) you were out shopping and left your child an your husband together in her room, it was trashed with toys, toys and more toys...
⧠blade was subjected to his daughter's antics, but of course he allowed her to do her thing (reluctantly). out of nowhere, she spoke, her words catching him off guard.
⧠"i'm gonna marry mama!" "...no you won't." "i will!" "...."
⧠"......................................................"
⧠blade leans down slightly, his intense gaze locking with his childâs eyes. thereâs a seriousness to him, one that contrasts with the lightheartedness of the situation. his voice is calm yet firm
⧠"love is not something to be taken lightly," he begins, his tone gentle but unwavering. he wants his child to understand that while the sentiment is touching, the reality behind such words is far more intricate. "when you say such things, make sure you understand the weight of your words."
⧠weight?? of your words?? what does that even mean???? <- your poor, confused child. blade sighs, what was he thinking? could this little child of his understand his words?
⧠blade watches his child closely, looking for signs of understanding despite knowing that inside the depths of his daughter's eyes, is nothing. just pure bliss and not living naively in the world.
⧠heâs aware that she's still young, that the world of love and marriage is something that shouldn't concern them (blade is never letting his precious daughter marry anyone let alone DATE). yet, he also knows that these early lessons are important. he wishes to prepare her, to ensure she grows up strong and resilient.
⧠bladeâs gaze softens just slightly, though his posture remains firm. heâs not one to easily show affection, but thereâs a quiet tenderness in the way he holds himself at this moment. his childâs innocent declaration has stirred something within him, something he rarely allows himself to feel. ⧠"alright alright, fine. stop sulking."
⧠"YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!"
boothill â
⧠"youâre serious about that, huh? well, youâve got to be strong and steady if you want to take care of someone like your mother."
⧠gosh, he's just so elated with the fact that little him gets him!! like, who wouldn't want to marry you? exactly!!! he gets it!!
⧠his rugged exterior momentarily softened by their innocent declaration. his voice would be slightly gruff, but there's an underlying warmth that shows how much he cares.
⧠when his child suddenly declares that they want to marry their mother when they grow up, he doesnât make a big show of it. instead, he quietly observes the interaction, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing at the corners of his lips. boothill gives his child a small and gentle squeeze on the shoulder, shaking him ever so slightly, acknowledging the sweetness of the moment, but he doesnât say much.
⧠but deep down, boothill just wants to lunge himself at his child, smothering them in his love, but refrains from doing so, remembering your words. "don't tackle him or anything, he's still small and fragile!!"
⧠ruffling his hair, boothill picks up his son up in his arms, a grin forming on his lips as he feels the all too familiar grubby hands gripping his hat, tilting it to the side, a fit of giggles erupted, apparently the sight of his hat covering the side of his face was hilarious.
⧠"is it really that funny, junior?" he sighed, carefully hoisting him up to make it more comfortable for the both of them. "ah whatever, let's wait for mama to come back from shopping alright?"
⧠at the mention of your name your son's head perks up, stopping his giggles. "mama!" he exclaims, this time fully yanking his hat off. boothill shakes his head at his actions.
⧠he knows that love is complicated, something that canât be fully understood at a young age. to him, this is a reminder of the purity of a childâs loveâsomething untainted by the complexities of adult life.
the romantic
jing yuan â
⧠"ah, youâve got good taste, my little one. but remember, love is a journey, one that requires patience and understanding." heâd likely share a romantic story or two, expressing his deep affection for you, his wife.
⧠jing yuan would smile warmly at his girl's declaration. how sweet of her to be wed to you, although he knows it's impossible, he couldn't break his sweet child's heart.
⧠jing yuan would chuckle softly, his hand ruffling his little one's hair as she gazed up at him with bright, innocent eyes. "you've got quite the ambition, my dear."
⧠his golden eyes would soften as he exchanged a warm glance with you, his wife. "i think mommy might like that idea," heâd tease, his deep voice carrying a note of affection.
⧠kneeling down to his child's height, jing yuan leans in closer, his smile widening. "but you know, love isn't just about weddings or promises. itâs about cherishing someone every day, even in the little things."
⧠heâd pull you both into a gentle embrace, his strong arms encircling his family. "besides, your mother already has my heart. but maybe⌠just maybe, you can help me take care of her, too."
⧠the child would beam, feeling proud and important, while jing yuan would place a soft kiss on your forehead, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "looks like iâve got some competition," he'd say playfully, causing you both to laugh.
⧠later, as he tucks your little one into bed and he whispers, "youâll find your own special someone one day, but for now, letâs make sure mommy knows how much we both love her."
imbibitor lunae â
⧠a soft, knowing smile would spread on his face, his ethereal gaze settling on his child with a tender warmth. "ah, to marry your mother⌠a noble thought indeed. the bond between two souls is sacred, built on trust and mutual respect," heâd say, his voice as serene as a breeze.
⧠he then turns his gaze to you, his eyes reflecting centuries of love. "your mother is a rare treasure indeed, and iâm glad to see you understand this at such a young age." His words are gentle yet profound.
⧠kneeling down gracefully, heâd gently lift his childâs hand, brushing a thumb across their tiny fingers. "but love is not something to be rushed. itâs like the moon in its cycleâwaxing, waning, yet always returning to full."
⧠imbibitor lunae would most likely recite a beautiful verse from an ancient text, encapsulating the sacredness of love and family: âlike the stars embracing the night sky, so too shall our hearts stay intertwined across the ages.â
⧠with a chuckle, heâd then stroke the childâs cheek softly. "but until youâre older, why not help me look after her? thereâs much to learn in the way of love and care."
⧠heâd then pull both you and your child close, his comforting and grounding presence enveloping the moment in peace. "together, we are strong. perhaps one day, youâll find your own soul to cherish as I do your mother."
argenti â
⧠argenti throws his head back with a booming laugh, his hand ruffling his childâs hair with infectious enthusiasm. "ah, such noble sentiments! you wish to marry your mother? how valiant!" his eyes would gleam with pride, and heâd turn to you with an exaggerated, theatrical gasp. "it seems iâve been bested by our own child!"
⧠with a dramatic flourish, heâd lift you off your feet, spinning you in a playful circle before setting you down (with you playfully smacking his arm), his voice filled with lightheartedness.
⧠"but alas! your mother has already claimed my heart, dear one."
⧠to celebrate his childâs declaration (yes, have i ever mentioned that argenti is absolutely dramatic??), argenti would likely organize a spontaneous "family adventure." heâd gather some flowers from a nearby meadow or call forth a small spectacle of radiant lights from his sword, creating a miniature show. "we shall offer these as a tribute to the queen of our heartsâyour mother!"
⧠he would encourage the child to present the gathered flowers or lights to you, his smile proud as his child participated in the grand romantic gesture. "together, we shall shower her with the love and admiration she so rightfully deserves!"
⧠later, as you all relaxed beneath the stars, argenti would point to the sky, his voice soft yet brimming with passion. "you see those stars, little one? each one shines with the love i have for your mother. and someday, you will understand how to shine just as brightly."
⧠argenti has never been prouder of his little one. "for now, my brave one, letâs continue showering her with love, for the greatest battles are not won with swords but with the heart."
the pragamtist (will break your child's heart)
welt â
⧠welt smiles slightly, the corners of his mouth lifting in that thoughtful, knowing way of his. "thatâs very sweet of you," heâd say, his voice calm and reassuring. "but your mother and i are already committed to each other."
⧠uh oh. he can his child's bottom lip quiver.. wait.. no.. he didn't mean itâwaitâ!!
⧠"WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY DID YOU TAKE MOMMY AWAAAYY" ah.. there it is.. oh woe is welt. and so as your child wails and fat tears roll down his cheeks your ears perk up, obviously worried for your child who is quite literally screaming his lungs out.
⧠you walk out of your room and into the living room where you see welt trying his best to calm down his son, majority of the time welt does an amazing job in soothing him to sleep and cease his yowling but today? right now? it seems like no matter what welt tried it was to no avail.
⧠"what's going on?" you asked, raising a brow at this odd scene before you. taking a seat beside your son he quickly wastes no time in latching onto you, his chubby arms barely wrapped around your waist, his head squished against your thigh.
⧠you give welt a look. he sighs, staring down at his son who has successfully calmed down. "you see, [c/n] wants to marry you when he's older..." he begins, watching your reaction. "mhm.." you hummed, signalling for him to continue. "and i told him that we were already married."
⧠"... is that so..?" you giggled, looking down at your son who's gripping onto the fabric of your pants. "is that right, [c/n]?" your son slowly lifts his head up, an adorable pout on his lips. he stares at you before pointing at your husband.
⧠"daddy took mommy away!" he yells angrily, if it was possible, there would be steam coming out of your baby's ear.
⧠welt winces at the voice his child uses before speaking up. "you see, love is about understanding and growing with another person. itâs not just about wanting to be with someoneâitâs about supporting them, no matter what."
⧠??? "???? welt you're speaking to him as if he can understand."
⧠"oh, right." welt clears his throat, holding his son's much smaller hands in his own. "son, i understand that you love your mommy very much but..." he glances over at you. "me and mommy are already.. together. and mommy can't marry you becauseâ"
⧠"WHY CAN'T I MARRY MOMMY" yet another session of crying begins. welt is practically dumbfounded.
⧠you click your tongue, lifting your son up into your arms, cradling him and patting his back. "shh, it's okay. daddy knows nothing... you can marry mommy if you want!" you cooed.
⧠"whatâ"
dr. ratio â
⧠raising an eyebrow at his childâs declaration he closes his book, his attention now fully on his child. " so you want to marry your mother, huh? well, while your intention is admirable, thereâs a lot more to it than just saying 'i do.' you see, relationships are like a complex equationâvariables, constants, and sometimes, unknown factors."
⧠đ dr ratio your child can barely answer do division calm down
⧠'this is a great opporunity!' he thinks as he starts pacing, hands waving in the air as he speaks. "now, love, thatâs the x factor! you canât quantify it, but it changes everything. you might think itâs simple, but oh no, itâs much like trying to balance a chemical formulaâget one thing wrong, and, well, it could blow up in your face!" heâd smile, amused by his own analogy.
⧠turning to you with a smirk, heâd nod. "your mother hereâshe's like the most elegant solution to the most complicated equation in my life."
⧠heâd then sit down beside his child, crossing his legs and leaning forward as if revealing a secret. "one day, youâll find your perfect matchâyour own variable to balance things out. itâs like an ongoing experiment in life. but don't rush it! youâve got plenty of time to gather data, test hypotheses, and figure out what works best for you."
⧠"and if you ever need help, your dad's here for you." with a grin, heâd ruffle their hair in a show of affection. "for now, though, weâve got a pretty solid family unit here. no need to add more variables just yet." he hums.
⧠as he continued to ramble, you entered the room, finding your husband somewhat lecturing your child. he turns to you with a softer gaze. "our little one will understand it all someday. love is just like⌠oh, I donât know, maybe quantum entanglement. two particles, forever linked no matter the distance."
⧠"what wont they understand?" you asked, wiping your hands off of the towel. "also dinner's ready. eating butter chicken today!" you chirped, walking back out and beginning to set the plates down on the table.
⧠eventually, dr. ratio would lean back, satisfied with his explanation. "do you understand?"
⧠your child nods their head eagerly, a wide and happy smile plastered on their face. "mhm!" but dr. ratio knows better.
⧠even if your child doesn't understand their father, that's fine. dr ratio loves them much more than others... he wouldn't mind giving them extra lessons to fully wrap the logic around their little head.
gallagher â
⧠though slovenly but content, he smiled gently as he listened to his daughterâs declaration. he was dressed in his usual disheveled mannerâshirt untucked, sleeves rolled up, and an apron stained with coffee and whiskey splashes.
⧠âmarry your mother, huh?â heâd say with a soft chuckle, glancing over at you with warmth. "thatâs quite the bold statement, kiddo." his daughter does nothing but gaze up lovingly at her dad, awaiting his advice.
⧠the three of you were seated in his usual haunt, a cozy corner of his bar where heâd brought you along for some family timeâthough even now, he remained courteous, casually nodding at a few patrons who passed by.
⧠wiping down a glass, gallagher would take a moment to think, his vigilance never fully dropping even in such a relaxed setting. "marriage," heâd begin, wiping his hands on his apron, "itâs not something you just do because it sounds nice."
⧠heâd glance at you with a half-smirk, then return his gaze to his daughter. "you see, loveâitâs like making the perfect cocktail. youâve got to find just the right ingredients, mix âem carefully, and sometimes let it sit before you know itâs ready. rushing it? well, thatâs how you end up with a bitter drink."
⧠there goes gallagher and his cocktail analogy.
⧠he tosses a rag over his shoulder, leaning forward, resting his arms on the table. "someone who fits with you like how your mother and i fit together. but donât go ordering the drink before youâre ready for it, you know?"
⧠you smiled at your daughter, ruffling her hair. "why do you want to marry me, [c/n]?" your daughter turns to you, eyes sparkling with admiration. "because mama is pretty!"
⧠"đĽşđĽş oh baby..." brb you're gonna go bawl your eyes out now.
⧠as you hoist your daughter into your arms and hug her tightly, gushing about how adorable she is and that you're the luckiest mother alive, gallagher finishes drying the glasses and watches the both of you with such a soft gaze that siobhan isn't sure if this is the gallagher that she knows, but everyone has their secrets.
⧠"for now," he saysâinterrupting your little momentâ before sliding another glass your way, "weâve got each other, and thatâs more than enough. weâre a solid team. although I'm not sure if i appreciate you trying to steal my wife from me..."
"what did you just say"
jiaoqiu â
⧠jiaoqiuâs ears twitch the moment he heard his daughterâs innocent declaration, his sharp hearing picking up every word. "what did you just say?" his tone shows a hint of jealousy, his eyes narrowing slightly before he caught himself, realizing who had spoken.
⧠this was his daughter, after allâstill innocent, still sweet, and still adorable as ever.
⧠clearing his throat and quickly composing himself, jiaoqiu smiled ever so softly, despite not being able to see, he had become accustomed to pinpointing where exactly a person was.
⧠"that is so sweet of you," he say, his voice now softening with affection. his tail flicks in amusement, but there would be no mistaking the tenderness in his tone. "your mother is truly special, isnât she?"
⧠he pats his daughter's head, his expression full of warmth as he hears her giggle. "youâve got good taste, of course. but let me tell you, your momâs already been swept off her feet by someone elseâyours truly."
⧠he pulls his daughter close, jiaoqiu ruffles her hair, his grin never fading. "keep that loving heart of yours, and i promise, one day youâll find someone just as perfect for you. Someone who may or may not outweigh me in terms of cooking.."
⧠jiaoqiu lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he hears his daughter giggle, shaking her head. "just make sure you bring them to me first. iâll need to give them the old âjiaoqiu test,â alright?"
⧠"oh and make sure they have good taste in food, otherwise they aren't worth it. haha, just kidding.."
luocha â
⧠his green eyes widened slightly at the innocent declaration, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he processed what his daughter had said. luocha gracefully bent down, just enough to meet his daughter's gaze, his golden hair cascading over his shoulders like threads of light.
⧠the tender amusement in his expression didnât hide the warmth in his eyes as he replied, âyou want to marry your mother?â
⧠he paused for a moment as if savouring the sweetness of the moment, before gently pinching her cheeks. âthatâs incredibly sweet of you, and it makes me happy to know how much love you have in your heart.â his voice was soft, as though he were speaking a secret known only to them.
⧠with a slow, deliberate motion, luocha brushed a strand of his daughter's hair back, tucking it neatly behind their ear. âbut marriage,â he continued, his tone calm, âis a commitment, a bond built on trust and mutual care.â
⧠he glanced over at you (who is smiling like an absolutely mad woman), his smile deepening. âyour mother is someone truly remarkable, isnât she?â he let the words linger each one carrying its own weight. "iâm glad you see how special she is, just as i do.â
⧠luocha took his childâs small hand in his own, his long fingers curling gently around theirs. "youâve got so much love to give, and thatâs something to cherish. always hold onto that kindness, that love."
⧠standing tall again, his coat swaying behind him like a quiet whisper, luochaâs eyes softened even more as he gently lifted his child into his arms, holding them close. âfor now,â he said, his voice tender but filled with certainty, âyouâre already surrounded by love. our family is your home."
⧠he turns toward you, carrying your child effortlessly in one arm, his other hand reaching out to you. you gladly take it, the familiar warmth blossoming in your body as you feel his sweet gesture.
⧠luocha clears his throat. "that doesn't mean you can marry a boy, okay? boys are good for nothing.." "luocha!!" you frown, slapping his arm. your husband looks down at you, a sweet and innocent smile on his lips. "hm..? i didn't say anything," he hums before planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.
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You have an important document from your work that needs to be fixed now, but your poor boyfriend KĂśnig already got worked up the moment you leant down to retrieve your book from a lower shelf moments ago, your ass in full display to him, so you compromise when he look at you with that heavy cock hanging between his thighs, âliebling, please, I wonât interrupt you doing your work.â he says while pulling you onto his lap, your core rest just against his growing erection. How can you say no when he pleads so nicely?
Your arms wrapped around his neck, typing on your phone and dealing with the job, while KĂśnig humping like a dog in heat against your clothed pussy, groaning and growling just beside your ear as he prods his tip repeatedly at your clit, still cheekily trying to let you lose control and finish whatever youâre doing now. But he needs to be a good boy, he already promised you heâll hold back until you have time, so he settles with grinding his cock along your pussy for now.
You hum in approval, sparing a glance at him and his dick when he slide it between your pussy lips, your pantiesâ already a mess after he pulled down the hem of your panties and pumped a load inside, clinging onto your skin and showing the curve of your mound.
âI canât wait anymore, SĂźĂeâŚbitte bitteâŚâ A grin decorates your lips as you see his face, all flush with the desire burning in his body, canât even think straight and talk coherently, because sweetie, he just wants to sink his cock inside your drenched cunt and fuck you so good, overwhelm you in pleasure so you can forget about your job.
So you finally set down your phone. Actually, you already finished correcting the mistakes in your documents minutes ago, but the sight of him blabbering and moaning, like all he wants in this world is you and your pussy, is just too entertaining.
âOhâŚoh my godâŚâ Your teasing words donât even have a chance to make their way out of your lips, the moment you put away the phone, he already stands up and flip you onto the mattress, slamming his cock inside you in one swift move, legs pressed back to your breast for mating press, pounding into you with the full force of his hips that youâre practically screaming his name in ecstasy.
Just donât let him discover that you pretend to be occupied by work for a few more minutes, just to see him eagerly rolling his hips against your slick folds, unless you want to walk side to side the next day, from how he teach you a lesson with his weapon that he calls his cock.
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đđđ đđđ & đđđ đđđđđđ.
rule #1: even if the world crumbles down in front of you, never, ever trust sylus with your heart. because even the fiercest flames can't match the danger of loving a man like him.
âą pairings. sylus, fem!reader
âą genre. angst, smut, boss/assistant, 18+
âą tags. villain!reader, reader works for onychinus, reader is not l&ds!mc, set in the N109 zone, unrequited love, profanity, petnames (kitten, baby doll, darling, sweetie), unprotected sex, throatfucking (m!receiving), cunnilingus (f!receiving), cum-eating, slight dom/sub play, spitting, hair-pulling, spanking, biting, choking, overstimulation, bondage, blindfolding, lots of jealousy, possessiveness, yandere themes, stalking, blood, violence, usage of guns, allusions to prostitution, killings, death, *coughs* that one harley+joker scene.
âą notes. 8.2k words. inspired by this song bcos i canât stop thinking abt him for days
âBoss is looking for âya.â
It was already nighttime when you emerged from the library, only to encounter the eccentric twins, Luke and Kieran, lounging on the window sill as if they had been waiting for you to come out of your bat cave. They always donned their signature uniforms of leathered attire and beaked masks, an outfit reminiscent of Sylusâs mechanical crow, Mephisto. Behind their silhouettes, the red glow of the blood moon poured through the window, casting an eerie, crimson hue across the dimly lit hallways. Any normal person would have found such an atmosphere disturbing.Â
But that was the N109 Zone for youâa dark, lawless, enigmatic place you called home.
âIs he in his room already?â you asked, quietly closing the door behind you. In your arm was a thick book, an archival file you had spent nearly two hours searching for. It contained records of historical events, of life before the Chronorift Catastrophe of 2034, before the Deepspace Tunnel was opened. Sylus had tasked you with finding the file for reasons he didnât care to disclose.
A curious Luke tilted his head and swung his feet in the air as he pointed at the book. âLet me guess,â he began with a teasing tone, âIs that book some sort of Kama Sutra?â
Kieranâs snigger followed. âI bet it is, since itâs her birthday in a few hours.â
âVery funny,â was your quick retort. âItâs a history book, you idiots. Sylus needs it for something.â
The twins then let out a teasing coo. âAww, so no birthday âfunâ for you?â asked Luke, âI thought sleeping with your boss would have its perks, too.â
Although his comment was meant to be a joke, you bristled at his jab at your professionalism. It had been a few years since you started this kind of relationship with Sylus, with him being your boss and the leader of Onychinus, and with you as his personal assistant and, well⌠escort.Â
In and out of the N109 Zone, Sylus was a popular man for both good and bad reasons. His notoriety was mostly for his influence, and sometimes for his crimes. He was known to be unforgivingâa brute man who carried no conscience towards his enemies. One wrong move and youâd find yourself six feet under. Perhaps, that was what you admired so much about him. His aura, his domineering persona, his dangerous charm. He had mastered the art of seduction, the sin of hunger and desire. His power. There was no one like him.Â
And so, you were the happiest woman alive when what began as an unrequited admiration eventually blossomed into something more. Spending more time with your boss played a pivotal role in gaining his interest towards you, because day-by-day he started to learn how much of an asset you could be for him. You were his prized possession. You were the most powerful weapon in his arsenal. Despite Luke and Kieranâs constant warnings of the abyss you were throwing yourself into, you were willing to be a pawn in Sylusâs game of chess. You wanted to be the Queen next to a King. Because that meant you were too valuable to simply set aside.
Yet Sylus was never one to clarify the nature of your relationship. Heâd often say there was no need to clear up such a silly thing. All you knew was that when Sylus needed you, he had to have you. In all ways. Heâd still act professional and distant depending on the audience. But behind closed doors, he spoiled you like a princess, treated you like a queen, and worshiped you like a saint. He was a sadistic, draconic man towards others, but he always had a gentle spot for you. Only for you.Â
And that was a spot you would never, ever share with anyone else.
âWhatever. I gotta go see him,â you excused yourself from the two, just as one of them tossed a black box to you. âIs this my present?â
The twins jumped down from the window sill in perfect sync. âAdvance happy birthday to the princess of Onychinus. Make sure to open the gift when boss is around.â
Your lips spread into a smile as you held the box in your free hand. Luke and Kieran giving you a gift was the last thing you would expect from them. âWhy, thank youââ
âYeah, yeah. You should go see him now,â said Kieran, pushing you forward by the shoulders. âCanât keep boss waiting.â
By the time you reached Sylusâs door, the twinsâ distant, mischievous chuckles then echoed down the hall. You couldnât help but laugh and shake your head before grasping the door handles, stepping inside of Sylusâs bedroom with slow, measured steps. You didnât know why you were nervous. As the door shut behind you, the familiar scent of leather, cardamom, and sandalwood immediately enveloped you like a fragrant, hallucinatory mist. However, his king-sized bed lay empty with the sheets still perfectly arranged. There were no signs of him anywhere, until the sound of cascading rainwater drew your gaze toward the bathroom, where his tall figure was visible through the frosted glass. He was engaged in a steamy shower, clearly unaware of the intruder that entered his room just now.
âBoss?â you called out, standing by his bed. âIâll leave the file on your nightstand.âÂ
Receiving no response, you placed the book on the bedside table and waited for him patiently. Should you stay or should you leave? It usually depends on Sylusâs mood. There were nights where he wanted to be left alone, and nights where he craved your presence. His lack of response may be a sign to exit his room. But as you prepared yourself to leave thinking that Sylus purposely ignored you, a certain black velvet box resting on his nightstand suddenly caught your eye. Unlike the typical small box that might hold a ring, this one was more rectangular in shape and you were drawn to it like a moth to a flame. It was your curiosity that led you to touch the soft surface, wondering what lay beneath it.
Is it for me�
âThey say curiosity kills a cat.â Sylusâs deep, resonant voice broke your trance as he stepped out of the shower. Wrapped in nothing but a white towel around his waist, his muscular form was on full display as he approached you with assertive footsteps. Every curve of his muscle flexed as he moved. And his carnelian eyes sparkled with amusement, the corners of his thin, pinkish lips curving upward when he walked closer to you. âTouching my things without permission. Are you asking to be punished, kitten?â
Your heart raced as he closed the distance. Yet, maintaining composure around Sylus was a skill you had honed since the day you began working for him. âOh, forgive me, master,â you merely teased. âIt caught my attention.â
âCurious about the box or who itâs for?â he taunted, raking his fingers through his damp gray hair. Beads of water glistened on his bare skin, and you found your gaze wandering to his perfectly sculpted abs until you felt his finger lifting your chin up. âEyes on me, honey. Donât tell me you thought that velvet box was for you?â
So it isnât? You suppressed a disappointed expression, but your clouded eyes betrayed you. âNo, I⌠just curious.â
âIs that a sad kitten I see?â he asked, tilting his head to catch even the slightest changes in your expression. âYou wanna open the box?â
âNo, thank you.â Your stubbornness prevailed this time.
Sylusâs lips curved into a smile as he stepped closer, his arms wrapping around your waist and turning you gently. He then went on to open the velvet box and fastened a silver necklace around your neck. âHappy birthday, my darling,â he whispered into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he planted a tender kiss on your shoulder. âThatâs a red beryl crystalâone of the rarest gemstones in the world.â
Your eyes sparkled in awe as you touched the red pendant, feeling its exquisite value beneath your fingertips. Oh⌠to receive such beautiful, rare gem from the boss of Onychinus himself. You were too overwhelmed with appreciation as you turned and wrapped your arms around his neck. âSy!â you exclaimed, your heart swelling at his effort. âItâs beautiful. I love it.â
He returned your gaze with a smug look. âYou better love it. I sacrificed two gold bullets just to get that for you, sweetie.â
âYouâŚâ Your eyes widened at the implication behind his words. Someoneâs life was lost in exchange for your birthday gift. It was beyond your expectations to know that Sylus went to such macabre lengths just to surprise you, but banality was his worst enemy, and the last thing he would do was be called boring over things like birthday surprises. â...Well, thank you. Iâll treasure it forever, my love.â
âNow,â he said, abruptly breaking the sweet moment as he glanced at the other box on his bed. You realized he was scrutinizing the gift from the twins, which you had unwittingly left behind when you hugged him. His expression darkened slightly, clearly displeased at the foreign object on his bed. âCare to tell me where this is from? Or did some other bastard get you a present before I did?â he questioned, âTell me his name, his identity. Give me his location.â
Chuckling, you cupped his cheek and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. âItâs not what you think. Luke and Kieran gave it to me before I came here.â
Still unimpressed, he raised an eyebrow and nodded toward the box. âWho told you to receive gifts from other men?âÂ
âIâŚâ
âLetâs see whatâs inside, shall we?â
âIâm sure itâs just someâŚâ you began, hurriedly untying the ribbon at the sight of Sylusâs growing pique. But as you opened the box, your mouth dropped in shock upon seeing a black lingerie set inside. An awkward laugh forced its way out of your mouth. Those two! âI⌠Ha-ha! They fool around too much. Donât mind it. Iâm just gonna throw it away.â
Sylusâs frown quickly transformed into a deep chuckle as he lifted the lingerie by the strap, his eyes widening with interest as he examined the lace corset. âWhy donât you try wearing it first, baby doll?â he suggested, an idea clearly forming in his mind. âItâs rude to toss aside a gift.â
He knows exactly what heâs doing, you thought, feeling your cheeks flush under his gaze. You almost lost your mind when he looked down at you with a roguish smirk, like he was an animal whoâs about to devour his first meal in a long time. âYou really want me to put it on?â
âSince itâs your special day,â he insisted, settling at the edge of his bed while keeping you positioned between his legs, âLet me help you with that.â His tone was more command than suggestion as he slowly unbuttoned your shirt, peeling it away from your body. âThatâs it, be a good kitten. Just follow your masterâs orders and youâll do just fine.â
You felt his cold fingertips brushing against your chest as he slipped your blouse down, his hands reaching behind to unclasp your bra and set your breasts free. Instinctively, you shied away from the intensity of his gaze and covered your chest. But he was quick to grab your wrist, an eyebrow raised at your disobedience. âIâm sorryâŚâÂ
âNothing I havenât seen before,â he mumbled in a deep, orotund voice before continuing to undress you. His hand now fiddled with your pants, unzipping and sliding it down your legs in a painfully slow way. To your surprise, he had also pulled your underwear down along with your pants, leaving your lower body as bare as it could be. âLooks like my kittenâs prepared,â he said with a lowly chuckle, his gaze locked on your freshly waxed lady part. âBut Iâll take my time before I devour you.âÂ
Taking a deep breath, you placed your hand on where his shoulder and neck met. All your clothes were discarded on the floor and you were nothing but naked in front of the very man you so deeply adored. He alone was the most perfect gift for you. âBossâŚâ your voice came out like a whisper, âAbout your upcoming transaction with Mr. Davis. H-He agrees to meet at the nightclub this Friday.âÂ
Sylus displayed a devilish smirk, noticing your effort in opening a subject to distract yourself from the compromising situation he had put you in. Though, instead of shaming you further, he had decided to play the part. âIâm surprised you managed to bargain with him,â he praised, slipping in a black, lace underwear up your legs. It barely covered your folds, and with Sylusâs warm breath tickling your cunny, you knew that your underwear would only be ripped apart sooner or later. âBut then again, it must be your⌠irresistible charm that made him agree to meet up,â with a pause, he made a twirling gesture with his finger. âTurn around for me, sweetie.âÂ
You did as told, chest rising and falling deeply as your boss began to tie the corset behind you. It was too tight, but he seemed to have liked it that way, because your breasts were almost popping out of the padding. âI-I⌠Is it supposed to be this tight?â you asked, hesitantly, âI canât breathe.âÂ
âItâs perfect.â He let out a deep chuckle before suddenly pushing you down on his bed. The sudden force left your heartbeat somersaulting, the anticipation and nervousness rising deep within you as you looked up at his predatory gaze. âNow, for the best part.âÂ
Sylus whipped out a handcuff and a blindfold from his drawer, and his first action was to grab your wrists and lock it within the silver handcuff around the headboard. The very next thing he did was cover your eyes with the blindfold, tying it neatly behind your head to deprive you of one of your five senses.Â
âSylusâ?â You werenât sure what was happening now, and hated that you couldnât see his handsome face because of the blindfold. Your vision offered nothing but darkness, blinding you from whatever Sylus was planning to do with you in his king-sized bed. There were sounds of fabric rustling around you, the sound of clothing dropping to the floor, and the wet, sloppy noises near your face. When you felt the tip hitting your cheek, you realized it was Sylus touching himself, leaving you to imagine how he was stroking his hard length in front of your face, preparing his cock for a wild night ahead. âAre youââ
âShh.â Your voice was cut off after he held a strong grip around your jaw, forcing your mouth open before the taste of his cocktip started entering your mouth. Not even halfway in, you already gagged from his cock. He was too huge for your mouthâtoo thick, too veiny, too lengthy. But nonetheless, despite the threads of saliva that waterfalled on the sides of your mouth, Sylus still shoved his entire length in. He didnât care if you had started choking from his monstrous cock. He was too focused on burying his member in and out of your mouth, hitting your uvula, and allowing for tears to escape your eyes. âThat mouth of yours is heaven for me, honey,â he said, your chin on his hand as he released a deep, guttural groan. âMove your tongue around it.âÂ
âMmhângh!â Even if you were getting asphyxiated, fucking your throat was one of Sylusâs favorite foreplays. And so, like the obedient kitty you were, you started bobbing your head along to the rhythm of his thrusts. You also moved your tongue in circles around his shaft, and Sylusâs moans got louder, turning you on knowing that you were doing great at pleasuring the love of your life. You couldnât even taste him enough, your mouth was too sore and numb at that point.Â
Not even long after, he started angling his cock to your cheeks as if he was desperate to feel every inch of your mouth. When he pulled away, you released his member with a pop, and the string of saliva ended up coating your chin. While you couldnât move your hand to wipe it off, you did try to move your wrists around the handcuff wondering if you could set yourself free.Â
âTrying to break free?â Sylusâs voice was so near your right ear, the weight of his body becoming heavier on top of you. âWeâre not done yet, darling.âÂ
A sloppy, open-mouthed kiss quickly calmed you down. You allowed Sylus to explore your mouth with his tongue, letting him lap you up like a meal he couldnât stop eating. And with every bite on your lower lip, you were whimpering like a helpless cat. âS-Sylus,â you begged, âS-Sy⌠IâŚâ
âHmm?â His mouth was now on your neck, suckling and nibbling on the skin until they would leave purple marks all over.Â
âMmh⌠I want you.âÂ
âNot so soon, birthday girl.â Sylusâs teasing led to him pulling away from you. Now, you were unsure of his next move. But your chest only continued to move in an unsteady rhythm, the lack of sight heightening your auditory sense as a compromise.Â
The next thing you knew, his manly hands started kneading at your breasts. He cupped them with such a force that made you stop breathing for a moment, focusing the sensation of his touch as he slightly pulled the padding of your corset to peek at one of your tits. In an instant, his mouth was attached to your nub. His tongue licked around your nipple, flicking it playfully before sucking and biting on your mounds.Â
âHaaah!âÂ
âThe twins did well in delivering this gift to you,â he made a subtle remark, releasing your tit from his mouth. His movements suggested he was moving down south, down to where your crotch was, and he only confirmed your thoughts when he began spreading your legs open and pulling your underwear to the side. âLook at how wet that pretty pussy is.âÂ
You moaned at the feeling of Sylusâs finger toying with your entrance. âT-The twins,â you barely said, squirming from the coil you were feeling inside your body. âWhat do you mean they delivered⌠the gift? Was it your idea after all?âÂ
Too bad you couldnât see his face, but you were sure as hell that there was a triumphant smile spreading on it. âHow else would they know your bra size, kitten?â he replied in a low voice before surprising you with the feeling of his tongue moving inside your slit, âOnly I have access to your body.âÂ
Fuck, fuck. You were going insane. âMhmângh! Aah!â
Sylusâs mouth was rough against your cunt, the tip of his nose tickling your clit as he continued spreading your labia apart to give himself better access inside your pussy. He completely devoured your sopping cunt, grunting and growling like a rabid dog as he alternated between french-kissing your pussy to burying his digits inside. His three fingers orchestrated deep and fast movements against your walls, with each stroke inside earning a wild whimper out of you.Â
âHaaahâ! Sylus, I⌠I canât hold it⌠anymore.âÂ
He found your sweet spot soon enough, and chuckled darkly as you tried to squirm like a pathetic little kitty under him. With your legs dangling on his shoulders, he resumed abusing your sore cunt by fingering your vulva until you were at your seventh heaven. And as soon as you felt the need to pee, you knew heâd only pick up the speed of his fingers even more.Â
âI-I⌠Please, Sy⌠IâmâŚâ
For the first time in your life, you felt yourself squirting all over his bed. Your hips raised itself involuntarily, legs shaking violently on top of his shoulders. The overstimulation was sending you to ecstasy, as if you were in a place where every pleasure in the world was given to you. In your extremely vulnerable state, Sylus chose to grab the opportunity and forced all eight inches of his member inside. He hushed your moans and whimpers by kissing you on the mouth, his lips encasing yours in a loving and passionate exchange.Â
This was the most erotic you had been with him.Â
âYouâre so fucking sexy to me, Y/N.â His cock moved fast and hard inside you. You could even feel his member twitching as your tight walls gripped him like vacuum, milking him of his every seed until he was fully drained. His lips then trailed around your jawline, then onto the valleys in between your breasts while he went on to thrust even rougher than the last. He plowed his cock inside you like there was no tomorrow, rutting and rutting and rutting like he was desperate to reach his own climax. âThis pussy⌠Canât get enough of your sweet pussy, kitten.âÂ
âAhâaah! Mmhângh.âÂ
âMore?â
âY-Yes⌠please!âÂ
âHarder?â
âMhmm!âÂ
âFaster?âÂ
âS-Sylus!âÂ
âSuch a nasty girl you are,â he quipped, your hips now gripped by his strong hands as he sat in bed, readying for the final position. âNext time, Iâm gonna eat your ass.âÂ
Gosh. You were already feeling limp under him. And when you felt his hands ripping your panties off, you knew it was game over for you. He was a hungry beast whose desire for lust would make him the worst sinner in hell. You couldnât contain the loudness of your moans and whimpers as Sylus started thrusting into you at an otherworldly speed, your cunt feeling the soreness of his every slam. The skin-slapping sound dominated his entire room as your slick coated his entire length. At that point, he began biting on your lower leg, his cock doing its last twitch deep inside your cavern. He was balls deep inside, his bollocks slapping against your pussy with every jostle.Â
âC-CumâŚâ you pleaded, âInside me⌠Please.âÂ
But to your disappointment, Sylus pulled out. You didnât know where he was releasing his seed until you felt the warm liquid shooting at your stomach. Three times you had asked him to cum inside, and he still continued to refuse. You thought your birthday would have been an exception, but Sylus was too smart for that. He knew knocking you up would ruin his plans. Getting you pregnant would make him lose his chances with her.Â
âYou can sleep on my bed tonight, darling.â Sylus easily released your hand from the cuffs with his evol, and did his own effort in untying the blindfold around your eyes. Little did he know that your tired eyes actually carried pain inside. âClose your eyes now. Iâll take care of the rest.â
You watched as he walked toward his nightstand, oblivious to the pessimistic thoughts swirling in your mind. If only she never existed in his life. If only she was you instead.Â
âSylus.â You fixed your gaze on his face. âI love you.â
His eyes widened in panic for a moment before he masked it with indifference. It was as if your declaration had caught him off guard, as if your years of devotion hadnât already made it clear how deeply in love you were.Â
âYou shouldnât.â
~~
The N109 Zoneâs most famous nightclub was alive with pulsating lights and thumping bass on a Friday night, a den of excess and shadows where shady deals and dangerous liaisons were also par for the course. Sylus was dressed in his signature dark attire, leaning against a plush booth in the corner, and the red glow from the neon lights flickering off his white hair and crimson eyes. Meanwhile, you, draped in a red revealing dress that accentuated your every curve, moved with foxy grace as you joined Sylus at the booth.
Letâs just say Sylus didnât exactly approve of your dress tonight. He thought it was revealing too much skin that was supposedly for his eyes only. But ever since the night of your birthday where he didnât return your declaration of love, you started rebelling against your boss. Everything he disliked, you did out of spite. You did them out of the bitterness boiling inside you.Â
Across from you two, in a secluded corner of the club, sat Sylusâs business partner, a man whose sharp suit and cold gaze reflected a ruthless demeanor. The table between you was littered with documents and blueprints, a clear indication of the shady business transaction underwayâan armory deal of massive proportions, weapons, and munitions that could alter the balance of power in the underworld. Sylusâs arsenal of weapons could already destroy Linkon City if he wanted to, but there was no fun in that. It would be too much an easy disposal.
Nonetheless, Sylusâs eyes sparkled with approval as he glanced at the stacks of weaponry displayed before him. âI must say, Iâm impressed,â he remarked with a sly grin. âThe quality of your armory is unparalleled, Davis. You really outdid yourself this time.â
The business partner, clearly pleased, gave a curt nod. âI aim to please. But payment in cash alone doesnât always satisfy, does it?â
Sylus leaned back, his gaze shifting to you. You were just settling next to him, your quiet presence commanding everyoneâs attention as the low neckline of your red dress drew admiring glances from his business partner. Sylus was quick to notice the manâs eyes lingering on your breasts, a hint of predatory interest flickering in the old manâs gaze.
âSeems like my partner here is quite taken with you,â Sylus mused, hinting at a dangerous edge in his voice. âHow about it? Would you like something other than money for your trouble?â
Mr. Davisâs eyes never left you as he smirked, a flicker of greed clouding his gaze. It was obvious to everyone in that booth that the old geezer was undressing you with his eyes. âWhat do you have in mind?â
Sylusâs smile grew sharper. âY/N here is quite the treasure. If youâre interested, she could be yours for the night. Do what you want with her. What do you say?â
Unbelievable! Stunned by his words, you quickly turned to Sylus in protest. You couldnât believe he was offering you like some whore to that old man, but you had to hide your disgust after meeting Sylusâs glowing carmine eyes shooting you a knowing look. Just play along and stay quiet, you could almost hear his voice in your head.Â
Mr. Davisâs perverted gaze remained fixed on you, clearly tempted as he battled with the demons in his head. And at your bossâs signal, you were ordered to walk towards Mr. Davis apprehensively, sitting on his lap while keeping the disgust you were feeling from showing. His hand soon grazed your thigh, the other squeezing your breast. âThatâs a tempting offer,â commented the old man, a triumphant grin on display, âBut Iâd be a fool to refuse a bad bitch like her.â
âGood,â Sylus said, his tone suddenly serious as he slid a sleek, black gun from the table. He idly toyed with the handgun, clearly unfazed. âLetâs finalize our deal then. Iâll just take this gun youâve provided. Donât mind if I do a little âquality testingâ,â he added with a chilling smile, loading the magazine with .45 ACP bullets.
The business partnerâs eyes widened in realization as Sylusâs hand tightened around the weapon. Panic soon flashed across Mr. Davisâs face before he desperately pushed you off his lap and scrambled to his feet, hoping to de-escalate the rift he had caused with the Onychinus leader. âWait, Mr. Sylus! I-I didnât mean to offend. Iâm not going to steal your lady, I swear! Donâtââ
But just as you expected, Sylusâs expression remained cold and unyielding. With a swift, practiced motion, he pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunshot was sharp and final, cutting through the pulsating music and leaving a deadly silence in its wake. Mr. Davis quickly dropped to the floor, his eyes wide open and the hole on the side of his head leaking with dark, red blood.Â
Your eyes remained cool and detached as you watched the scene unfold, your expression too unreadable for the killer next to you. Youâve seen worse things while living in the N109 Zone, right? was Sylusâs inner thoughts as he placed the gun back on the table, his gaze steady while regarding the now lifeless body of his former business partner. The carpet was now drenched with an unsightly amount of blood.Â
Just then, the twins, Luke and Kieran immediately swung the door open with a guarded stance, worried that something had happened to the Onychinus leader whom you all served under. But upon looking at Mr. Davisâs fresh corpse sprawled out on the floor, both twins merely shrugged it off, praising their boss for dealing with the old man in a brutal fashion.Â
âLeave us for a while,â Sylus instructed the twins, pulling you closer by gripping your waist, âIf any of Davisâs men try to come in, kill them with no mercy.âÂ
âRoger that, boss.âÂ
As soon as the door was closed, Sylus turned to you, you recognized a demonic glow in his eyes as he tugged at the neckline of your dress. âYou,â he spoke under his breath, âare testing my patience.âÂ
~~
You werenât sure how to feel about it.
Heck, you couldnât tell if you were even turned on by it, but Sylus fucking you in front of a dead man did bring in a rush of adrenaline in you. This was the fourth time he had killed a man for desiring you, and while he would usually play it off and say he was just feeling bloodthirsty at the time those incidents happened, this was the first time he was compelled to actually touch you next to a man he had just mercilessly shot. It was as though he was trying to prove a point, that dead or alive, no other man would have the pleasure of having you.Â
âS-Sylus,â you let out a whimper, knees beginning to feel sore as your boss continued to hit you from behind, hips snapping against your bum in a rough, merciless manner. A stinging sensation was soon felt on your butt cheek as Sylus sent a hard, crisp slap on your ass. âMmhâ!âÂ
His nails dug into your hips, jostling you forwards and backwards so your ass could meet the base of his cock with how deep he was plowing himself into you. You had already creamed around his member multiple times that night, too satiated by the possessiveness Sylus was showing towards you, and yet, the signs of him stopping seemed to be a far end of the line.Â
âDid you enjoy my show, kitten?â he asked, a question borne from feelings of spite, âDid you like how he was gawking at your tits? Look at his pathetic face now. You see that?âÂ
Sylus grabbed you by the face and forced you to look at Mr. Davisâs lifeless body for a good minute. A minute to remember such a ghastly image for the rest of your life. And only after he was satisfied at the fright in your eyes did he start pulling you by the hair, only to then wrap a tight hand around your neck. You couldnât breathe. You were choking from his hand, restrained to receive any bit of air down your throat. The strong smell of iron, gun powder, and leather was also beginning to intoxicate you, and you knew you were a minute away from passing out. But Sylus was too enraged to stop, his mind was a toxic fire you couldnât easily extinguish and the only thing you could do was allow him to take his anger out on you.Â
âHnngh! Sy⌠SylusâŚâ you cried, moaning as his hard thrust almost sent you forward to his business partnerâs corpse. The pressure on your windpipe was too strong that barely any sound came out of your mouth. âSylus, Iâm all y-yours, my love. Ahâaah! All⌠yours.âÂ
He did loosen his grip on your neck, because he had pulled you by the chin to spit into your mouth. A string of saliva connected your tongue to his, your chest undulating in heavy breaths as he began to grope your tits from behind. âDress like a whore again,â he whispered a warning into your ear, âand I wouldnât hesitate to treat you like one.âÂ
Your mind, too numbed by the overstimulation all over your body, couldnât fully grasp the words he had just spoken. All you knew was that he pressed you further down the carpeted floor, with your ass high up and your body down low. The next thing he did was to spread your butt cheeks apart to gape at the exact hole he was destroying.Â
Sore. Too sore. Too numb. Too⌠Too⌠âSylus, Iâm g-gonnaâŚâÂ
âFuck,â he cussed, accelerating his thrusts at an animalistic speed, his deep breaths turning into a guttural groan as he chased his high. His cum was thick when they landed on your face, and the taste was sweet and salty when he forced the rest of his cum onto the back of your throat. You gagged as he hit your uvula, drool oozing at the corner of your mouth as you choked and yet managed to swallow every drop of his semen.Â
Like a good girl, for him. Always.Â
You didnât exactly black out afterward. You were caught in a liminal state, not fully awake but not unconscious either, as you collapsed onto the floor. Sylus discarded you like a toy heâd grown tired of. If you had been more aware, you would have immediately noticed the abrupt shift in his behavior. The sound of his fading footsteps made you realize that the man you loved so obsessively had just left you in that booth, right next to a dead man.
âY/N?â
âY/N. Hey, you okay?âÂ
The coat soon enveloping your body wasnât Sylusâs; it belonged to one of the twins, and you could feel yourself being carried in his arms.Â
âLukeâŚ?â you murmured weakly.Â
âNo, itâs Kieran,â he clarified, since his older brother was occupied with disposing of Mr. Davisâs body. âIâm taking you home.âÂ
You clung to his shoulder, your heavy-lidded eyes searching for Sylusâs distinctive white hair. âWhaâ? Whereâs he? Where is SyââÂ
âBoss already left.â His words felt like a blow. âYou know heâs dangerous when heâs angry, so you should just go home for today.âÂ
You tried to wriggle free from Kieranâs grasp, confused by the sudden turn of events. âBut what did I do? Why is he angry with me?âÂ
âItâs not you, just⌠complicated,â were the last words you heard before exhaustion overtook you, unaware that you were now outside the nightclub.Â
Continuing to squirm from Kieranâs hold, you cried, âWhat do you mean complicated!â
âLuke and I tried to warn you, Y/N,â he said, grimly, as if he felt bad for you. âYouâre not supposed to mess with his emotions. Those feelings are reserved for another.â
~~
The night air in the N109 Zone felt heavy and suffocating. It had been a month since Sylus had abruptly cut off contact with you, leaving you in a state of uncertainty, overthinking, and anger. When he had asked you to take a break from work, you already found his command suspicious, and then the silence that followed was a deafening confirmation of your suspicion. No texts, no calls, and every attempt to visit Onychinusâs base was continuously met with cold dismissal.Â
With this, you found yourself at your makeshift gun range, the repetitive bang of the shots echoing in the dimly lit space. The targets were riddled with holes, each bullet a release of your pent-up frustration. Your thoughts were a tempest of spiteful musings: how you should have maxed out his credit card for everything it was worth if you had known he was going to just dump you. The thought of doing so now felt petty, but it also served as a bitter reminder of how easily he had discarded you that night.
But amid your rage, a more serious thought began to surface. Sylusâs avoidance wasnât merely a cruel game or a sudden whim; it seemed to hint at something deeper, something more troubling. Was there something he wasnât telling you? Had something happened that he couldnât or wouldnât explain?
You should probably confront him, but you needed a sign. Barging into Onychinusâs base without prior notice would be a suicide wish, so you had to have a reason on showing up unannounced. A sign. You desperately needed one, and perhaps the universe was toying with you, but the very sign you were looking for came in the form of a mechanical crow that landed on the lightpost. Its red eyes glowed like lasers through the night, tilting its head as it looked at your way.Â
âCaw! Caw!âÂ
âMephisto,â you breathed a sigh of relief. Did Sylus send him to watch over you?Â
With your confidence growing back, you decided to finally confront the situation head-on. This cold war would bring you nothing but a painful whirl of overthinking. And so, you returned to Onychinusâs base that night, your anger tempered by a new, steely resolve. As usual, the base was as imposing and foreboding as ever, its corridors silent except for the occasional echo of footsteps.
Where is everyone?Â
As you neared Sylusâs quarters, your heart pounded with a mix of dread and anticipation. You approached his door, and through the thin walls, you could hear soft, unfamiliar voices. Your breath was caught in your throat as you recognized a womanâs voice, distinct and unfamiliar, but laced with a strange resonance that made your skin crawl.
âFrom the beginning, you trapped me here, forced me to resonate with you, and even said weâre âthe sameâ... One wouldnât treat a stranger like that, so⌠donât tell me you like me. Is this all so you can get my attention?âÂ
âŚ
âYouâre so gullible, kitten.âÂ
The twins, who were lounging nearby and keeping an eye on things as usual, saw you by their bossâs door and exchanged knowing glances. Luke, with his usual smirk, leaned in. âOh, look who decided to show up. Youâre just in time.â
Kieran, with a more serious tone, added, âHeâs got a guest in there. A hunter from Linkon, with an Aether Core, no less.â
Your heart sank. The mention of an Aether Core was a dagger to your already shattered heart. Sylusâs connection to you had always been complex, but it was a lot different with this other woman he had been keeping an eye on for the longest time. They were marked by their shared Aether Core, which tied them together in ways you could never fully understand. To hear that he had met the girl he had been searching for with the same rare core was like a death knell.
âSince when did Sylus bring her here?â you asked the twins, struggling to keep your emotions in check. This was the real reason Sylus had asked you to take a breakâhe knew that the presence of this girl would push you to the edge of losing all sense of morality. For the first time in your life, he saw you as a threat. An enemy.Â
Luke responded with a shrug. âA couple weeks ago after she leaked her information in The Nest. Boss has been trying to resonate with her, you see. So donât mind their little bonding moments.âÂ
Kieran took the initiative to drag his older brother away. âWe gotta get going. Donât cause a scene, Y/N. You wonât like it when our boss is angry.âÂ
Disregarding the twinsâ words, you pressed your hand against the door, the muffled sounds of conversation and the soft rustling of fabric seeping through. The realization of what this meant was crushing. Sylusâs soul was bound to this new woman in ways you could never compete with. And the anguish of this discovery broke you inside.Â
Why? Why canât it be me?Â
With trembling hands, you turned the knob and pushed open the door just a crack to peer inside. The sight that met your eyes was enough to confirm your worst fears. Sylus was there, his attention fully on the woman from Linkon that he had pinned down on his bed, a tenderness in his gaze that had never been directed at you.Â
Unable to bear the sight any longer, you quietly closed the door and retreated, and Sylusâs head turning in your direction only made you hide even further. You were already taking hurried steps before he could catch up to you. But then again, what kind of idiot would he be to leave that fragile girl alone to run after a woman he didnât even care about? You were nothing but a placeholder for her, warming her seat temporarily before she finally came into the picture. And now that she was here, you were easily cast aside like worn-out clothing, no longer bearing any purpose for him.Â
ââŚI hate you,â you muttered, the words barely a whisper as they escaped from your trembling lips. Running through the hallways had quickly become exhausting, each step felt like a drag with the weight of your emotions. âI hate you, Sylus.â
Your hands, shaking uncontrollably, grasped the Beryl pendant that hung around your neck. The sharp pain from the necklaceâs chain digging into your skin only added to your anguish. And with a frustrated cry, you yanked the pendant off and hurled it down the hallway. The pendant skittered across the polished floor, its once-beautiful gleam now discarded like mere rubbish.
âWhat did we tell you?â The twinsâ imaginary voices were mocking you in your head, their taunts reverberating through your thoughts as you headed out of the base with no footsteps following you behind. It became clear to you that Sylus had chosen to stay with the girl instead of chasing after you. âJust because boss gave you a chance, doesnât mean heâll actually date you! You poor thing! Youâre just a game he likes to play!âÂ
âStop. Stop!â You had to press your hands into your ear, suppressing the torture that your mind was creating. Â
You decided to run away. Far, far away from Onychinusâs base. Far away from Sylusâs reach.Â
Your footsteps echoed through the deserted streets, your mind still reeling in jealousy from the events you saw earlier. The image of the woman pinned under him, her dark hair and fair skin, had your hands shaking from the anger in your heart. She was as beautiful as he described, as radiant as heâd often whisper about in his dreams. And now that she was within his reach, did you really think he would let her go?Â
~~
The night was cold, the air biting at your skin as you walked aimlessly, lost in a whirlwind of emotions and tortuous thoughts. The betrayal, the hurt, the lingering sense of being usedâall of it churned within you, making your steps heavy and your heart even heavier.
âI⌠hate you,â you murmured under your breath.Â
As you turned down a dark alley, a sudden prickle of unease crawled up your spine. You quickened your pace, but the sound of a second set of footsteps followed closely behind you. Panic set in as soon as you realized you were being stalked.Â
Before you could react, however, a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, blocking your path. The manâs eyes gleamed with malice, a cruel smile spreading across his face. âYou no longer have Sylus to protect you,â he sneered, his voice dripping with menace. It was one of Davisâs men. âYou're all alone now, and I'm going to make you pay for the death of our master.â
Fear gripped you like a tightrope, but before the man could take another step, a swirling mist of black-red enveloped him. The pressure of the mist seemed to squeeze his entire body, forcing him to his knees, his screams of terror cut short as if the mist were obeying commands from an unseen master.
You turned around, your heart pounding, to see Sylus standing at the edge of the alley. His domineering eyes bore into yours in a mixture of curiosity and cold calculation. âShould I kill this guy? Yes or no?â His voice was low and raspy. âMy decision depends on you, kitten.â
Your gaze hardened after hearing the term of endearment he was now recycling with the hunter girl from Linkon. âI can handle him,â was your cold reply, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you. You drew your gun with a swift motion and fired repeatedly, each shot bouncing in the narrow alley. The manâs body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
Sylus watched you with an appraising look. âImpressive. Still feisty as ever.â
You then pointed your gun towards him, but keeping a safe enough distance. âWhy were you following me?â you demanded, your tone cold as ice.
A chilling laugh echoed through the alleyway. âMy own assistant wants to kill her boss? Now, isnât that a spectacle?â
âShut up!â you yelled, finger tightening on the trigger. âI donât care if one bullet wonât kill you. I can shoot you enough times to make sure youâd at least feel some pain.â
Sylus sighed before reaching into his pocket and revealed the necklace, the red beryl pendant glinting in the dim light. âYou forgot your gift,â he said, his voice softening ever so slightly.
You stared at the necklace, feeling a sting in your heart that you couldnât ignore. âIâm not worthy of such a gift,â you replied monotonously, âGive it to her if you want. And also, take this night as my formal resignation as your assistant."
Sylusâs eyes widened, a rare look of surprise crossing his features. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. It seemed as if he was truly, genuinely stunned, caught off guard by your decision.
I canât back out now. You repeated it like a desperate mantra in your mind as you turned and walked away, leaving Sylus standing alone in the dark alley, the necklace still clutched in his hand. You were done with his games, done with being played. You were determined to leave him behind, until suddenly, he vanished into a puff of black smoke. Dark feathers floated in the spot where he had stood moments ago. To your shock, he reappeared behind you, his hand forcefully grabbing your chin to make you look up at him.
You struggled, trying to wrench his hand away. âLet goââ
But he silenced you with a bruising kiss, locking his lips around yours despite your desperate punches to his chest. He only pulled away when he felt your warm tears streaming down your face, looking at you with a gaze full of unwanted sympathy. Sympathy that cut deeper than any blade.
âAre you happy sheâs back in your life?â you choked out, your voice trembling as you stared at him with tear-filled eyes.
Sylus responded with a hesitant hum. âI am.â
You inhaled shakily, his answer shattering your heart. âThen, why are you here?â
â...I donât know.â His crimson eyes reflected the sorrowful glow of the moon peeking from behind his head.
âDo you intend to keep me as your lover?â you asked, forcing him to confront his true intentions.
Sylus took a long, agonizing moment to respond, as if wrestling with a tumultuous storm of emotionsâthe pros and cons, the rights and wrongs. Finally, he spoke, and his words were a dagger to your soul.
âNo,â he said at last, his hand retreating from your face. He stepped back and turned the distance between you into a chasm of heartbreak. âItâs been nice working with you, Y/N. Iâll send you a yearâs worth of salary for your dedication to me. This should be the last time we meet.â
The weight of his words crashed down on you like an earthquake, and the full reality of your situation made it hard for you to breathe. Yes, it was a gut-punch. You were breaking in half, your heart shattering beyond repair because the pain was too much. It was all too much for a person to take, and it twisted something dark inside you.
âIf I canât have you,â you began, your voice shaking with an amalgam of rage and despair, âthen no one can.â
Sylusâs eyes narrowed. âY/N, you wonât dareââ
âIâll kill her,â you spat, your tone dripping with venom. Your vow was laced with a genuine resolve, as if it were a promise you had embedded in stone. âThe next time I see her, Iâll end her in the most brutal way I can. I swear it.â
His eyes flashed with a sinister light, one eye emitting a faint glow like a candlelight in a dark room. âIf you try to go near her,â he said, his voice low and menacing, âIâll kill you first.â
A twisted smile spread across your face, and madness began to gleam in your eyes. Driven to the brink of insanity, you laughedâa wild, almost feral sound that scared even the rats hiding in the darkest places.
âThen, do it,â you challenged, the final thread of your sanity snapping as he raised a finger, and the tendrils of his black-red mist soon swirling around you and crushing your bones with its pressure. âYouâve already taken everything from me, Sylus. Finish what you started.âÂ
SECOND PART
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- sylus x reader
from strictly professional to lovers. everyone acknowledges you as his woman, but how far will he go for you when he realizes you are in danger?
genre/warnings: 18+ suggestive contentâminors do not interact!âbrief smut, very self-indulgent, injuries, descriptions of violence and blood, hurt/comfort, fluff, assassin!reader (not l&ds mc)
note: hi i'm back! <3 and with another part of the assassin!reader series that started with strictly (un)professional :D
Your lover is, without a doubt, a sex god.
He was insatiable, and he could do it anywhere. Before you could blink, he had shed himself of his clothes, saying something along the lines of âthe sunâs way too hot today.â
As soon as Sylus pulled you into the pristine bathroom, he immediately pinned you against the shower wall and crashed his lips into you in a senseless kiss. His lips, hot and demanding, pried yours open, leaving no room for resistance.
âAhhâhahââ His hands worked with dizzying speed, undoing your skirt and blouse in one swift motion, leaving you in nothing but your bra and underwear.
A startled gasp escaped you as he pulled at the drawstring of your panties, making them slide down with ease to gather at your feet.
ââ!â You rode him, pressing your body close against his bare skin. You grabbed a fistful of his hair, jerking his head back as you gasped for breath, your chest heaving. Locking eyes with him, you shot him a glare. âIncorrigible⌠bastardâŚâ
âJust the way you like me, hmm?â his perfect lips curled wickedly, before going for your lush lips once again.
It wasn't long before he made you an utter mess of moans and groansâwhen he slid inside you, stars burst behind your eyes. The way he stretched you, filling every inch, never ceased to catapult you to the heights of pleasure.
And when you rode him, taking him deep with every bounce, that you tasted the sixth heaven.
âDo it like you mean it, sweetie.â Sylusâs velvety chuckle brushed against your ear as he pressed a firm hand against your lower back, adjusting your angle on him. His gaze never wavered, fixed on your expression as bliss overtook your every feature.
âShut up,â you hissed, dragging your sharp nails down his back. He only smirked, unfazed by the sting, as if the pain were nothing more than a tease.
The relentless man and his fierce lady. As the sounds of sex filled the air, as the tight knot inside you burst and he held you steady when you went limp in his armsâ
In that hazy, blissful moment, a thought settled in your mindâ you truly were made for each other.
. . .
"Tired already?" Sylus let out a satisfied snicker, a gleam in his eyes as he lazily ran his fingers through your hair. Now fully clothed and basking in the afterglow, the two of you sprawled across his bed.
You turned to your side, sighing. "Just let me be, please. I want to sleep."
"Boohoo." A smile was still on his face even as you wouldn't face him. The way your smaller frame curled next to him each and every night made that tender part inside him even more fond of you.
You were rough, you didn't mince words, and most of all, you weren't afraid of him. You grew on him day by day, no one got him better than you.
And now, before he realized it...
The night was still long for him and he was wide awake, but looking at you so peaceful like this...
It was purely by instinct. To put his arms around your waist, to pull you closer, and to press this lingering kiss on the side of your head.
âSleep well, kitten.â
Beyond the lovemaking and tender nights was, of course, the infamous individuals. The Onychinus leader and his notorious lady assassin.
Throughout all years you had been with Sylus, you knew you were here for a reason: doing his dirty work. That reason wouldn't change even when you had become lovers. You wouldn't want it to anyway.
âIâm telling you, Iâm going,â you declared, crossing your legs and lifting your chin defiantly. âI can extract the information much easier on my own anyway.â
Sylus turned to you, his glare quiet but pointed, unamused. âYou won't be fast enough.â
âI can!â
âYou have to learn to pick your fights, kitten. A kitten can only get out unscathed for so many times before she stumbles.â
âDon't call me kitten!â
It felt like an insult to your ability. It was strange to you how he seemingly prevented you to join him to infiltrate this black market auction. You had gone and came out whole several times alreadyâexcept for that one time. So, what's different this time?
âIâm giving you the chance to sit this one out and be pretty. So why are you refusing?â he clicked his tongue, exasperated.
âI just want to tag along, why? It'll help you out too!â
âTch.â He shot you a distasteful look, and you frowned in response. âYouâre really meddlesome.â
Now you were positively irritated. âWhat?!â
The two of you were locked in a glare before he resigned and pinched the bridge of his nose.
âDo whatever you want, sweetie. Luke and Kieran, go with her.â
The twins next to you nodded dutifully and you threw them a withering stare. You most definitely didn't need these two buffoons to protect you.
âBoss is concerned,â Luke whispered in your ear with a wide grin as soon as Sylus walked away.
Kieran chimed in, âMm-hmm, he definitely is.â
Is he? A part of you was caught off guard by the twinsâ musings, but even if he was, it didn't make you feel better in the slightest.
You could hold your own; you were deadly, and you absolutely wouldnât let anyone mess with you.
âTell me whoâs behind you... or die.â
You pressed the blade coldly against the neck of one of the black market Protocore dealers you caught, yanking his hair back to force him onto his knees.
âSo, itâs youâ!â he spat, a manic grin splitting his face despite your grip. âThe Onychinus leader's infamous slutâŚâ
You yanked his hair harder, eliciting a sharp hiss from him. âTell me before I make you.â
âHa. Hahaha!â He cackled, completely unfazed by your threat. This person was definitely not right in the head; even when you were this close to snapping his neck, he didnât even falter.
âShe is scaryâŚâ Kieran whispered to his twin behind you.
âNo, that weirdo is even scarier. If I were him, Iâd kiss Missusâ boots and beg for my lifeâŚâ Luke retorted, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes.
The man in your grasp was still undaunted though. "Do you think I'm scared of you, woman? If so, then you're damn wrong because a whore like you canâ"
"You misogynistic bastard." Your patience snapped, and you utilized your speech manipulation Evol on him that instantâ "Talk."
"Urkâ!" He trembled under the binding pressure of your ability, his glare sharp enough to cut, but his lips betrayed him, mouthing the words you sought. "Master... of Solon... Hotel..."
Without hesitation, you drove a punch into him, sending him sprawling across the scattered cardboard boxes. "Luke, Kieranâlet's go."
Your mood had been sour since you geared up for this operation. There was this gnawing irritation inside you that made you just wanted to lash out at everything, and it was taking everything out of you not to.
Sometimes, you thought it wasn't that big of a deal that you were just a mere sidepiece to the leader of Onychinus. Your prized Evol was your everythingâ after all, it was what drew Sylus to you in the first place.
But lately, you started to think that it was no longer enough. Compared to the Miss Hunter, you were a generic presence in Sylus' life. And his words this afternoon definitely struck you in a wayâ making you wonder if you weren't good enough all this time.
"Missus, are you okay?" Kieran asked cautiously from behind, perhaps sensing the sharp edge in your demeanor.
You swallowed the bitter knot tightening in your chest. "I am."
"If you don't feel well then you can go straight back to the base," Luke suggested. "We'll meet Boss and tell him it's the hotel master."
You slammed your heel against the ground with deliberate force. "No."
You marched towards the meeting spot with stern gaze. No way. You were going to face Sylus with your head held high, making sure he knew just how lucky he was to have you.
"Please, if something happens to youâ"
Crash! A deafening explosion suddenly erupted, throwing you off balance. You stumbled back, barely regaining your footingâonly to find the three of you surrounded.
"Ha..." You scoffed, your eyes locking onto the bruised man with split lipsâthe one you'd manhandled earlier.
But before you could say a word, he lunged, and the absolute worst happenedâ
"Die!"
Suddenly, your mind blanked as he seized your throat and slammed your head against the asphalt. The impact blurred your vision, and exponential panic surged in as his grip tightened, choking the breath from your lungs.
"â!" You thrashed desperately, clawing at his hands, gurgling as each second drained more strength from your limbs. Lightheadedness crept in, your thoughts scattering into fragments as pure survival instinct took over.
You were going to die. If this went on any longerâno, you would die.
âYou have to learn to pick your fights, kitten.â
The agony was beyond excruciating, a crushing force that felt like it pierced straight into your soul, if such a thing were possible. Tears welled in your eyes, blurring the edges of your vision. AnythingâanyoneâGods, Buddha, pleaseâ
But the last thing you saw was Kieran being stabbed, his body crumpling, and Luke pinned to the ground, struggling beneath the weight of his captors.
And thenâ
Your body felt weightless all of a sudden along with the last of your breath.
It was a dumpster fire.
Sylus stood there, his right eye glowing brightly as he surveyed the wreckage around him.
The destroyed grand hall would serve as a warning to the hotel master. It didn't take him long to figure out that he was behind the raid of his Protocore warehouse and sold them out to the black market dealers.
He had decided this was enough when he stalked out of the hotel, when he was greeted with another atrocious sight.
It was then he saw someone choking on another person on the ground, and the terror gripped him so fast that black and red mist shot toward that man, ensnaring him in a chokehold and pried him away fromâ
You. In your red dress. You laid there motionless.
He sprinted toward you, flipping your body to face him. The corners of your lips were bloodied, your neck marked with bruises, but most alarming of allâ
You weren't breathing.
"Wake up." Sylus commanded, taking you in his arms, gently patting your cheek, feeling how cold it had become. "Wake up, sweetie. Heyâ"
You remained still. And right in this moment, the thumping in his chest felt almost painful, because you couldn't possibly do this to him.
The one person who made his days better. He felt like a human the most while being with you, and yet now, you...
"Let me go!" the man behind him snarled, his voice a scream of fury. And as if a switch had flipped, he stopped trying to wake you, turning to him with eerie silence.
Just like that, he gathered you close, standing tall with you in his arms, even as your head lolled lifelessly against his chest. The right eye of his glowed sinisterly as he spat out the words:
"You have touched my woman."
His voice dripped with vengeance, the swirls of his red eyes glinted under the moonlight, hissing, "And you won't be getting out here alive."
The black-red mist that ensnared the man tightened its grip, and he let out a howl as it choked him relentlessly, desperation flooding his voice.
"No! Graaghâ!"
Sylus quietly watched as his bones twist and crack, blood overflowing the hard ground, the life draining from him as he fell like a mangled ragdoll, making him an example for everyone present.
Luke and Kieran were frozen in horror at the grotesque sight, not even a squeak escaping their lips, before turning to their master, with the woman he ever cared about in his arms.
You were beautiful.
Even as you lay still, a cast around your neck and bruises marring your skin, you were still every bit as stunning as you had been before all of this.
Sylus took a seat next to you, his hand cradling your soft cheek silently. His mind ran through with all thoughts of how you were still going to be in pain even when you woke up.
But at least, he knew you were going to, and that was enough for now.
Twice. It was the second time in which your life was at stake and he found himself on the receiving end of devastating news. The first time, you had truly died, and by sheer luck and compatibility, your body hadnât rejected the Aether Core. This time, you were caught in a freak accident.
The mere possibility made him numb. Everything about you was etched into the fondest depths of his soul, a part he never knew existedâ
âand to see you like this, strangely, was a shot right through the heart.
. . .
The moment you awakened, agony filled in your senses.
Memories came back like a whiplash and adrenaline kicked in, you were about to scream when you realizedâ
No sound emerged from your throat. You were on the brink of a full-blown panic when a hand gently rested on your arm, and your lover came into view.
"Easy, sweetie," his baritone voice said. "You're fine."
But contrary to the calming words, your body suddenly began to shake uncontrollably. You couldn't distinguish where you were or how you had gotten here; all you could focus on was the haunting image of the man who had nearly choked you to death, and it didn't help that your throat felt like burning.
"Y/N." Sylus brought you to a sitting position, worry crossed his eyes. "What's wrong?"
You gasped for air, teetering on the brink of tears. Your chest heaved with every breath you could manage, yet despite your desperation, you couldnât form a single word.
"Don't talk," he shushed, realizing your panic, holding your gaze firmly. "Rest for more days and you will be able to. Don't push yourself."
His voice grounded you, and you clutched at his arm for support. You were still trying to get yourself out of this illusion of danger that kicked all your senses alive.
Seeing your distress, Sylus pulled you into his embrace, gently patting your back. "There, there... Iâm here. Nothing to worry about, hmm?"
He is here. You reassured yourself, working to steady your breath. He is here...
His voice lulled you, strong and steady, while his chest felt like a lifeline, anchoring you to the reality you had always had.
"So long as I'm here, I won't let anything of this kind ever happen to you again."
As long as he is here... You clung to him almost desperately. This was probably the most vulnerable side of yourself you had ever shown him, and yet in that moment, you were a whirlwind of emotions and couldnât care less.
You aren't good enough. Your Evol is the only thing you have that is more precious than anything, and your fear whispers to you that you might just not hold any special position in his heart...
Strange how any of them no longer mattered anymore. When Sylus had you in his arms like this, you were sure. He simply made you feel safe more than anyone ever could.
You just had no idea just how much you meant to him as he whispered his promise into your ear.
"You have nothing to fear with me by your side."
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sleepy sylus
warning: fluff + tension â eepy sylus moment! đ¤
- second acc: @blushpawss
you walk into sylusâs office late at night, expecting him to still be working. but as you step inside, you see him slouched over at his desk, his head resting on his arms, fast asleep. his silver hair falls messily over his forehead, and for a moment, he looks so peaceful. you canât help but smile, thinking about how rare it is to see him like thisârelaxed, without his usual guarded expression.
so cute. you smile softly, careful not to wake him up from his slumber.
quietly, you grab a blanket from the nearby couch and drape it over his broad shoulders, hoping to keep him warm without waking him. just as youâre about to turn and leave, his hand suddenly reaches out, grabbing your wrist. you freeze, feeling the warmth of his touch, your heart skipping a beat.
uh oh.
âyouâre not going anywhere,â sylus mumbles in a low, sleepy voice, his crimson eyes cracking open just enough to glance up at you. the tiredness in his voice makes it sound deeper than usual, sending a shiver down your spine.
âsylus, you should get some rest,â you whisper, trying to keep your voice soft. âyouâve been working all day.â
he doesnât let go of your wrist, though. instead, he pulls you closer, his grip gentle but firm, guiding you down onto his lap. you let out a small gasp, your hands instinctively landing on his chest as you straddle him. the sudden closeness makes your heart race, and you can feel his warmth seeping through his shirt.
âiâll rest... if you stay,â he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. the heat of his breath sends a wave of warmth over your skin, and you canât help but lean into him, your body melting into his. his arms wrap around your waist, holding you in place, as if heâs afraid you might slip away.
âsylus...â you start, but your words trail off as he shifts beneath you, his hands sliding down to rest on your hips. thereâs something possessive in the way he holds you, even though heâs half-asleep. his head rests against your shoulder now, his silver hair tickling your neck, and you can feel the rise and fall of his chest with each slow breath he takes.
youâre not sure if itâs the quiet of the night or the way heâs holding you so close, but the air between you suddenly feels heavier. your heart is pounding, and your body reacts before your mind can catch up. you gently run your fingers through his hair, brushing it away from his face, and he lets out a soft hum of approval, his lips grazing the skin of your neck.
âyou shouldnât work yourself so hard,â you whisper, trying to focus on anything but the growing heat between you. but itâs impossible to ignore the way his hands grip you a little tighter, or the way his lips barely brush against your skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.
âitâs hard to focus on work... when youâre around, sweetie.â he murmurs, his voice a little more awake now, but still laced with that deep, sleepy tone that makes your stomach flutter. his hands slide up your back, pulling you even closer until thereâs no space left between you. you can feel the heat of his body against yours, his breath hot against your skin.
you let out a shaky breath, your hands gripping his shoulders as his lips finally press fully against your neck. the sensation sends a jolt through your body, and you canât stop the soft moan that escapes your lips. sylus chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through your skin, and his hands move to cup your face, tilting your head slightly so he can look at you.
âyou look good like this,â he says, his crimson eyes heavy with sleep but filled with something else nowâsomething that makes your heart race even faster.
âsylus...â you whisper again, but your voice is barely more than a breath as his lips move closer to yours. the moment stretches out between you, charged with the quiet tension of the night, and then, finally, his lips meet yours. the kiss is slow, unhurried, as if heâs savoring the moment, and you feel yourself sinking deeper into him, your hands tangling in his silver hair.
his lips are soft but firm, guiding yours with a quiet confidence that leaves you breathless. and even though the kiss is gentle, thereâs a possessiveness behind it, a quiet reminder of the way he always seems to be in control, even now. his hands move down to your waist again, pulling you tighter against him, and you can feel the hard planes of his body pressed against yours.
when he finally pulls away, youâre left panting, your head spinning from the intensity of the moment. sylus rests his forehead against yours, his breath coming out in slow, steady puffs as he tries to calm himself.
âi think i could get used to this,â he says quietly, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
you laugh softly, shaking your head. âyou should be sleeping.â
âi will,â he murmurs, his hands still resting on your hips. âas long as you stay right here.â
with that, he pulls you closer once again, and this time, you donât resist. you settle against him, your head resting on his shoulder as his arms wrap around you protectively. his heartbeat is slow and steady beneath you, and it doesnât take long before the warmth of his body and the quiet rhythm of his breathing lull you into a peaceful sleep.
and just before you drift off, you hear his voice, soft and low in the quiet room.
âiâll always keep you close.â
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Pairing: Sylus x MC / fem!reader Rating: PG-13 Tags: who did this to you, hurt, comfort, hurt/comfort, injury, implied violence, brief violence mentions, angst, canon sylus behavior, blood mentions, kissing if you squint Summary: You barely survived a night on your own in the N109 Zone without the watchful gaze of certain Onychinus leader, but at what cost? Word Count: 1.5k
The dull sound of your door closing was like the snap of a final curtain call falling into place and you slumped against it, relieved to be safely in your own apartment. You had survived a night in the N109 Zone on your own, but it had been a near miss. One you wouldnât be repeating, especially since the intel you wanted had been a bust, anyway.Â
You touched your side, your breathing uneven, and you wince. You definitely have a cracked rib. You try to take a deep breath and pain radiates from your chest into your stomach, making you a little nauseous. Okay, maybe two.
You were trying to psych yourself up to move and trudge into your apartment to give yourself much needed medical attention when the reverberating shock of someone's forceful knock bounced you against your door-frame. You consider not answering the insistent caller on the other side, but a muffled, familiar baritone floats through the door.
"Open the door, sweetie."
A sigh left your lips at the demand and you tried to stifle the pathetic, painful whimper that your exasperation cost you. Of all the people on the other side of that door, Sylus was the most unexpected. Or maybe not, considering he boasted that he knew everything that went on in his territory. Maybe thatâs why he was here and if it was, he wouldnât leave until his curiosity was satisfied.
The door cracks open and you stare up at him through the hole you made, reluctant to allow him entrance and to partially block his view of the damage those thugs had caused when they mugged you in the alleyway earlier tonight. However, Sylusâs easy smile is nowhere to be found and the frown lines on his forehead are the deepest you've ever seen them. His large hand wraps around the door-frame so you canât close it again and he pushes gently against it, but you donât budge.Â
"Who did this to you?" His tone is dangerously low.
You ignore his question, instead poking your head out to look down the deserted hallway of your apartment building. "Why are you here? It's dangerous." It was risky for Sylus to wander around Linkon City normally, even if he claimed many people didn't know what he actually looked like. However, the Hunterâs Association did and your building was crawling with employees at all hours of the day and night.
"You didn't answer your phone, so I got worried."
Oh right, you had forgotten they had taken that too. You sighed again, the pain of having to replace everything beginning to give you a headache. That key charm Zayne had given you for your birthday was perhaps the worst thing to have lost, maybe more than the phone itself.
"Let me in, kitten." Sylusâs voice is gently cajoling and you concede because you're too tired to argue with him tonight. So you open the door and try to act normal, but your voice is far too lighthearted for how heavy your legs feel as you trudge into the apartment.Â
âYou know, if you keep frowning like that youâll get wrinkles and people really will think youâre an old man.âÂ
He follows you in with a small chuckle, his eyes bouncing around the room as if the perpetrators could be hiding in the shadows. When you grabbed the first aid kit and sat down to tend to your injuries, Sylus was suddenly there, kneeling in front of you. His hands push yours out of the way and he silently takes over the job of nurse, and you think about fighting him as you watch him roll up his shirtsleeves but realize you were just too exhausted to care.Â
âWhat happened?â He asks eventually and you realize you will have to tell him something. Lying wonât work, heâll find out if he didnât already know.Â
âWhat often happens when you end up in the wrong place at the wrong time in the N109 Zone, Sylus.â You offer with a single shrug, doing your best to sit still while he cleans the wound on your arm. âYou know that better than me.âÂ
âWere you wearingââ he was referring to the brooch that signified your status as protected.Â
âThey took that too.â His hands stilled on the bandage he was applying on your forearm. âDid they, now?â he murmured silkily and you saw a muscle in his jaw tick, though his expression was partially obscured by his unruly hair. âAfter all that trouble I went through, too.â You tried to make a joke to ease the tension which earned you a soft amused twitch of Sylusâs lips. He was too angry to truly smile and you could feel it radiating off of him in waves. Despite that, his hands were painstakingly gentle as he touched what was clearly a blossoming bruise around your wrist. Sylusâs tender touch lingers on your injuries and he checks each one with a thoroughness that feels as if heâs memorizing exactly where you were hurt.Â
He orders some of your favorite food, helps you get cleaned up, and tucks you into your bed. He points to the notepad you kept by your bedside table that you sometimes scribble notes on when you took calls. âMake me a list of what they looked like, and then go to bed. Iâll take care of the rest.â Before you could protest, he left the room abruptly. You picked up the notepad and stared at the print of the cute little animals dancing around the top. Youâd bought it on a whim after seeing how cute it looked in a stationary shop window near one of your mission sites. It seemed too obscene to write what would virtually be a hit list on such charming paper.Â
Instead, you scribble all of the reasons youâre grateful for today. Right at the top was that you had survived all on your own in the N109 Zone and you were able to see the infamous Onychinus leader kneeling at your feet. The list grew as you included the tasty food you ate earlier, and the glimpse of a suspiciously familiar crow you saw on your way into work this morning. The page was halfway filled when the pain medication Sylus had convinced you to take started to kick in and you felt your eyelids drooping.Â
Drowsily, you snuggle down underneath your covers and clutch the plushie Sylus and you had won at the arcade last weekend. When you hear the distant muffled click of your door opening, you try to rouse yourself but you felt so warm and your body felt so heavy that you couldnât manage it. That doesnât stop you from trying until a large hand gently smoothed back your mussed hair, and the sensation of soft knuckles trace the curve of your cheek. âItâs just me,â the familiar voice murmured and you tried to speak but he shushed you. âSleep, kitten.âÂ
You swear you felt the ghost of his lips on yours before he was gone, but maybe it was just part of the hazy dream you had of crows, violence, and enchanting sanguine eyes.Â
Sylus returns to the N109 Zone and finds himself staring at the âlist,â a bemused smile on his face. He shakes his head and tucks the cutesy page into his pocket. You were far too adorable and it made what he was about to do that much more satisfying, sauntering into the abandoned warehouse where your phone had last pinged; deceptively calm. The screams and stench of death shuddered throughout the N109 Zone tonight, serving as a violent and bloody reminder to all that no one should dare to touch what was his lest they face the consequences.Â
Sometime in the early hours of the morning, your fingers fumble for your buzzing phone and land on the familiar outline of the brooch, both in their normal places as if yesterday was just a bad dream. Through your sleepy daze, you realize your other hand is occupiedâas is your bed. Turning, youâre surprised to find Sylus is fast asleep next to you, his hand intertwined tightly with yours. Thereâs deep circles under his eyes, but his normally furrowed brow is smoothed out in sleep. With a sleepy smile, you curl back up to let him rest a little while longer, tucking your joined hands against your chest, cuddling his arm.
You both doze off together, and youâve never felt so safe.
#sorry if there's mistakes i didnt beta and im sleepy#who did this to you#sylus x reader#sylus x mc#lads sylus#sylus#lnds sylus#l&ds sylus#sylus x you#sylus fluff#love and deepspace sylus#sylus love and deepspace#love and deepspace#my writing#sylus fic#sylus fanfiction#sylus x reader fluff#lads x you
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Getting Closer
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Tags: sylus x fem!reader, cnc, stalking roleplay, rough sex, taunting, home invasion roleplay, crying, pet names like kitten, and sweetie, spanking
AN: Hiii again! Tyvm for 900 notes on my last story!!! I didn't think dark romance content with Sylus would be popular with ppl (I keep seeing convos about people mis-characterizing him). But honestly I think people should write him however they see fit!! I love seeing different interpretations! However, one things for certain. This man is definitely into primal play and no one can convince me other wise. This is loosely based on the midnight stealth story where he says "You're pretty good at running away" and "I truly enjoy watching my little prey struggle, especially when it thinks it can escape from me"
AHHHH ENOUGH TYPING ENJOYYYYY!!! (âżËśââĄË)âĄ
Its a late evening and you and your dearest coworker Tara (who you basically considered your bestie at this point) were having a delicious dinner at one of the most high rated restaurants in Linkon. What was the occasion? Nothing special actually, Tara was just an intense foodie and felt the need to drag you to practically every restaurant in the city when she was feeling a particular craving. Not that you minded, it was actually nice to get to do something other than fighting for once. The Wanderers had been getting more frequent lately, and it seemed like every other day you were being called to fight them off.
Tara was busy chatting away about her own exhaustion from work, how badly her last haircut had gone, and some guy she had met on the subway that couldn't seem to leave her alone. You could only giggle as she went on and on about him. Despite her obvious distaste for the guy, you thought he actually seemed pretty well rounded. You had been hesitating on telling her about Sylus. You didn't worry that he was going to leave you for Tara, nothing ridiculous like that. He was just...hard to explain. I mean what could you say?
"Oh yeah, I'm dating the leader of Onychinus, yeah the one that escaped from space prison and rules the N109 Zone...did I mention he probably owns this restaurant? But don't worry he's SUCH a sweet guy if you get to know him!"
Yeah...probably wouldn't go well. You let out an exasperated sigh, looking out of the restaurants tall window. It was a bit chilly tonight, no doubt it would start snowing soon. You turn to Tara again, whose still in the middle of her stories of her bad dates. You're about to ask her if she's ready for the check when your phone rings.
Tara gets a dangerous look in her eye and before you can even blink she snatches your phone off the table and abruptly answers.
"Is this the mysterious handsome boyfriend my friend wont tell me about?" she coos, blocking your attempts to grab your phone. "Tara!! Please!" you exclaim, trying your hardest to not get the attention of the other patrons.
You feel your ears heat up as you get up from the booth. She laughs at something he says as you finally get your device from her grasp. She huffs in amusement from her little joke. You put the phone to your ear to hear Sylus chuckling a bit.
"Sorry ...um, what did you want?" you say lowly, trying to get yourself together.
"I'm guessing that's...Tessa?" Sylus says, clearly amused by the situation. He's got that...tone in his voice. The one he uses when he's toying with you. You feel your face heat up, trying to keep your cool with Tara watching close next to you.
"Tara" you correct, coldly, shooting her a death glare. "She's still got a few screws loose clearly". She giggles at this comment and you sigh.
"She seems pretty funny to me"
"What did you want? I was just about to head ho-"
"I really like your hair today, kitten" Sylus says, his voice seemingly lower and...dark?
You feel the hairs on your neck stand up, immediately you begin to scan the restaurant. He hasn't seen you today at all...is he in the restaurant? Is Mephisto outside somewhere tattling again? You scan everywhere but no sight of either one of them.
"Cat got your tongue sweetie?"
You swallow, turning back to the phone. "I see you have nothing better to do than send that damn bird to spy on me again. I'm taking him apart when I find him" you say, trying your hardest to sound calm.
Tara tilts her head in confusion, and you give her an awkward grin. Dammit. You'll have to explain it off as an inside joke or something later. Sylus chuckles again on the other end, sending a million thoughts racing in your head.
"Who said anything about Mephisto? He's back at home, probably resting".
"Then how..." your voice trails off, the words seemingly stuck in your throat. Curse this man, always playing his stupid mind games with you.
"What do you mean how? I can see you of course. How else would I know sweetie?"
Ah...so he is here. He's just hiding from you, probably enjoying the look of your panicked face and you wiping your sweaty palms on your skirt.
"That skirt will roll up pretty easy don't you think, kitten?" Sylus says, drawing out every syllable. You can hear the smile through the phone and it infuriates you. But it also forms a knot in your stomach from excitement. He's got you right where he wants you clearly.
You suddenly hang up on him, barely able to bear the tension forming in you heart and stomach. You sigh and turn your attention back to your very worried coworker. "Um...sorry. I think we should probably get the check don't you think? Its late haha..." you trail off, trying to look less stressed. What was that idiot thinking?? There's no way you were gonna do that in public. You try looking through the window again, trying to spot even a tall silhouette somewhere but nothing...where is he???
You feel cold fingers touch your shoulder, and you whip your head to face Tara. "I'm sorry if I made you upset...or him. Is everything okay with you both?" she asks, her brows furrowed in confusion. Your head spins trying to come up with some explanation for your panic. Is there even a good excuse? No way you could tell her that its some kind of sex game you both indulge in right???
"Umm, look its fine!! Nothing to worry about Tara, I forgive you" you say quickly, gathering your things into your bag. "I have to go though, lets get the check yeah?"
Tara, albeit still puzzled, nods her head in agreement. "Lets meet here again next week! But please, if you ever need to talk to me I'm here okay?" she says softly, before leaning in to give you a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. You both chat for a bit before the waiter comes with the check, bidding each other goodbye once the bill was settled.
You open the door to the restaurant and shiver as the crisp, early winter air envelopes your body. It wasn't nearly this cold earlier and you curse yourself for picking this stupid thin skirt to wear. The sun has long set and its dark. The moon gives the street a nice glow however, which settles your nerves a little.
Your phone rings.
You stop dead in your tracks, debating if you should even pick up. With shaky fingers, you finally answer.
"You know I donât like being hung up on, whereâs your manners hm?" Sylus asks. You glance over your shoulder, half expecting to see his annoying grin, but there's nothing there. You nod absentmindedly and murmur a quick "whatever" as you keep walking. Maybe if you stay quiet, youâll catch the sound of his footsteps and figure out his location?
"You're close...aren't you Sylus?" you say, trying to sound confident in your question. In all honesty you had no idea.
"Obviously. I can smell that vanilla perfume I love so much. You should wear it more often"
"Its not really that good of a scent, too sweet. I don't like it..." you mutter, voice shaking as you walk. You hear a crunch behind you and you whip your head around. Unfortunately, its just some stray cats scurrying about near some trash cans. You cant tell whether your relieved or more frightened that its not Sylus.
"We both know that's not true. You always wear it on our dates..." he chuckles through the phone, as if it finds it amusing. "Always trying to impress me, how cuteâ.
Ah, so he did notice. You found it kind of freaky how observant he was sometimes. He probably knew you better than yourself at times. But this confirmed something very important. He was close, close enough to smell you. Did you pass by him by accident and didn't notice? You start walking a bit faster, hoping to catch the last subway home before in leaves the station.
"Zip it" you growl into the phone. You look up ahead, spotting some mirrors being displayed in some glass displays. Ah hah...maybe you'll see glimpses of him if you stop by?
You abruptly stop in front of one of the mirrors, pretending to admire your appearance.
"Do you think I should wear my hair like this more often Sylus?" you ask, narrowing your eyes to look in the reflection. There is someone, but its not Sylus. Just a disheveled looking guy smoking a cigarette.
"Using the reflection are we? What a clever little kitten you are...~"
He hangs up.
You spin around, hoping to catch sight of him. I mean c'mon, he's over 6ft, wide shoulders, and white hair. He should be easy to spot, even in the dark. But again, nothing.
But you know he's still watching you. You can feel it. You begin to hug yourself, partly out of fear but also out of being cold. You needed to hurry if you didn't want to be stuck walking the rest of the way to your apartment.
Part of you didn't want to admit it but this was exciting. You liked Sylus when he was sweet yes...but you liked it more when he was dangerous. You keep up a slightly fast pace, trying to keep your head on a swivel. You battle between feeling scared and confident, your stomach in shambles.
You turn your head as you enter the crowd of people waiting to board the subway. All of them seemingly tired and needing somewhere to be. You swipe your subway pass through the gate lock and it opens.
Your phone rings again, and out of instinct you hang up on him. Then you get an idea. You call back.
The distinct ring tone of Sylus's phone can barely be heard over the noise of people chattering but you hear it!! You strain to hear it but it only rings once before he picks up.
"You always manage to impress me with how clever you are. Too bad it won't save you in the end...will it?" Sylus chuckles.
"Quit talking and stop hiding prick" you spat, looking around.
"Ah ah ah, patience sweetie. Unless you want me to take what's mine in front of all these people?"
You can tell by Sylus's tone that he's losing his resolve. More importantly his patience. No doubt he'd be turning up the intensity of yall's little game very soon. You shiver, imagining you pinned underneath him, whining and mewling from his cock while people pass.
"What's your plan kitten?" he asks, the sounds of brakes and doors opening echoing through the phone. "I know where you live, I know what turns you make, what your street looks like. You know you can't outrun me"
"Ha, well I know that you cant hide forever, Sylus" you say triumphantly. You step onto the subway, trying your hardest to push past people.
That's when you see it. The white hair, the red eyes. Your gazes find each other almost instantly. Despite walking into your trap, Sylus's mouth forms an almost villainous grin and he starts taking strides towards you. The door shuts behind him.
You hang up.
Thankfully, people pile behind you, giving you some cover from him. You turn your head over your shoulder, watching him closely. He's wearing a black turtleneck with a brown winter jacket made somewhat of leather. He's broad, and tall and yet blends in fine with the people around him.
You watch as he scans every face and seat he passes. You attempt to back up but are met with a few disgruntled people telling you to stop pushing. You're trapped. Panicking, you try to think. Maybe you could get off a stop early? No, he'd definitely get to your place before you. You have to get home and lock the doors, maybe barricade if you have to. All you can do is think to press yourself against the glass doors to hopefully be the first one off.
You turn around, and realize he's staring you down intently. Somehow he had made his way right behind you without you noticing. He towers above you, blocking your view of other people.
Shit shit shit.
His expression, once smug, now drops. His eyes glare at you from under his brow. You feel frozen, like a deer in headlights. Like true prey. All you can think to do in the moment is turn back around, avoiding his gaze. Sure, he's got you pinned now. But he won't do anything with all these people around right?
You feel him lean down, breath hot against your ear.
"Did you really think you could escape from me?" he growls, trailing a finger down the curve of your spine. You shiver from his touch, your instincts screaming at you to bolt away from him immediately.
"I do like to play with my prey a little...but you know I always find you" he says, resting a hand on your hip now. Your shaking now, whether from fear or excitement, you don't really know. He's so close you can feel the hardness of his erection against your ass. He's definitely at his limit now.
Not wanting him to think he's won just yet, you remain silent and whip your head away from him. You look at the faces of your fellow passengers but no one seems to notice you. They're all busy engrossed in their phones or conversations.
"No ones going to help you kitten". He mocks. He gets even closer, resting his arm on the wall beside you, angling his body so no one can see you. He takes his free hand and slides it under your shirt, caressing your soft tummy, up to your belly button, eventually settling on the roundness of your breasts.
You desperately try to reach up to remove his hands but of course to no avail, it doesn't work. You feel heat rising to your face...but not only there. An aching, hot feeling in the core of your stomach and between your legs engulfs you.
"Sylus...really? Here?" you ask, voice shaking, trying your best to hold in a whimper. Sylus doesn't answer, only continuing touch your breasts. His thumb and index finger rests on one of your nipples, pinching it slightly. You nearly drop to the ground, pain and pleasure sweeping through your core.
'What's wrong? I can touch you wherever and whenever I please" he says plainly, continuing his assault on your nipple. "You're mine".
As if trying to prove a point, his hands comes off your breast and dips underneath your skirt. He swiftly but roughly begins to press his fingers against your pussy over the fabric of your underwear. You gasp at the suddenness of the assault, your knees threatening to buck underneath you. You grab his wrist in an attempt to stop him but he ignores you.
"I should just take you right here. What do you think sweetie?" he whispers in your ear, clearly enjoying the sight of your distraught face.
As if the universe decided to grant mercy on you, the robotic voice of the intercom suddenly announces the name of your stop.
The doors open. You lose your balance, but quickly recover before you eat gravel. You don't even bother to look behind you, you just start bolting, trying to put as much distance between you and Sylus as you can.
"Aww, kitten where are you going? We're just getting started" Sylus chimes from behind you. No doubt not even bothering to chase after you. You knew he'd catch up in his own ways. Ignoring him, you keep bolting, all that track during high school thankfully being good for something.
You make a sharp turn into an alley, your stamina beginning to falter but you know you cant stop. Your phone rings, and in a burst of anger you answer.
"Quit calling!" your voice a mix of anger, desperation and fear, which gives Sylus a good chuckle once more. He's completely unphased by your little tantrum.
"I must ask, why pick an alley? Are you trying to make this easy for me?" he teases.
You turn your head, almost gasping when you see the familiar silhouette of Sylus.
Then he moves. Long, quick strides and he's already closed the distance between you two. He's whistling a familiar tune, no doubt from one of his many records. You recognize it almost immediately, its one of your favorites. But now rather than soothing, its just rather unnerving.
You snap out of your frozen state and keep bolting, narrowly missing Sylus's attempt to grab your hair.
"My kitten is still fairly quick, I see. Good job sweetie" he praises, his footsteps still not far behind you. You know his words are made mockingly. He could've easily grabbed you with his Evol if he wanted to. He's simply toying with you now. Playing with his food.
You turn sharply out of the alleyway, the sight of the gates to your apartment building in view. Safety. Its so close. A rush of adrenaline courses through your veins. The wind whips past your face as you push your body past its limits. The night is even colder now with the sweat pouring all down your body. Your hair is even sticking to your neck and face now but all you can think about is bolting up the stairs and locking yourself away.
You made it to the base of the stairs, wasting no time to run up the stairs. There it is.
You hear footsteps behind you.
The door. Now. GO. You dash through your doorway, cursing yourself about why the door was even unlocked in the first place. But in this situation? It was a blessing in disguise.
That was the fastest you had ever locked a door in your life. You scanned the room making quick work of pushing the sofa against the door and a few chairs.
You collapse.
Your breathes come in uneven, staccato bursts, sweat having drenched your shirt by now. You rip it off over your head, the clamminess unbearable. Now only in your bra and skirt, you're able to breathe a bit. As you start to collect your thoughts, you freeze.
Wait. The balcony.
Fuck.
You get up quickly, rounding the corner to lock the balcony doors. Thankfully, they're still shut when you reach over to lock it.
Yes!! You won?? Did he give up?
There's nothing but silence and the sound of your ac humming for a few short moments. You start to question if Sylus actually did leave you alone, when your phone suddenly rings. You answer it. confidence ringing in your voice.
"I win Sylus. Thanks for the little game though" you retort, still attempting to catch your breath.
"Are you sure about that?" He asks. His voice is cool and calm. "How sure are you that you got to the balcony before I did?"
"Wha-I would've heard you Sylus..." you say with uncertainty. You weren't sure anymore. You look around. Your apartment isn't the biggest. No way he got in here without you noticing.
"Would you have heard me?"
"Pfft. You don't scare me" you spat, backing away from the balcony doors.
You hear him chuckle. "I guess I almost had you didn't I?". You make your way towards your the middle of your living room.
"Say...what do you think would've happened if I caught you kitten?"
Your thoughts stir in your nearly silent apartment. You aren't sure how to answer him, anxiety knotting in your stomach. You start making your way to your bedroom, with your face towards the balcony, watching it with intensity.
"Surprise...~"
You nearly jump out of your skin, a scream ripping through your throat as large arms wrap around your waist and lift you. Sylus is quick to cover your mouth, dragging your kicking and distraught form towards your bedroom.
He got in before you. Of course he did. He can be lightening fast after all.
You bite his hand, hard. He simply chuckles, causing you to get even more desperate.
"Let me go!" you yell.
"Sure sweetie" he drops you to the ground, giving you a small window of opportunity to run. You try, but he instantly grabs your hair, twisting it into his grip. You yelp, tears forming from the sudden pain. The more you struggle the more it hurts. You desperately try removing his hand but of course he doesn't budge.
He watches you with a pitiful look, rolling his eyes.
"So fucking predictable, as usual"
He starts dragging you across the hard marble floor. Your scalp feels like its on fire, each and every strand being stressed with every pull. He finally reaches your bedroom, wasting no time to bend you over the bed. You push back against him, attempting to kick him. He pulls your head back by your hair. You nearly scream, letting out a sob. Tears stream down your face as you try to look at him, pleading.
"Please, I'm sorry. Please don't" you beg. He simply laughs. You feel his Evol wrapping around you.
"None of those are safe words sweetie"
You choke back on tears. You're practically soaked now. And it wasn't sweat. You feel utterly helpless, trapped underneath him, begging to be freed. He reaches up a hand, undoing the clasps of your bra with one hand. Its falls off your chest effortlessly, leaving you exposed.
"Thanks for making this part easy. Though this skirt is still in the way" he mutters. He pins you to the bed, rolling your skirt up to reveal the skin of your ass.
"Sylus...please" you whimper. Your only answer from him is the sudden sting from a sudden slap to the ass. You yelp in pain, the hot achiness between your legs rising. He rips your underwear in two with swiftness.
"Sylus, please" he mocks, you can hear the grin on his face. 'Telling me you don't want this and yet your dripping all down your leg"
He slides a finger along your cunt, making your legs buck. He rolls a finger around your cunt a few times, earning a symphonies of moans from you. You're already desperate to cum and he's barely done anything to you. Breath ragged, legs shaking, your about to beg him to let you finish when he suddenly pulls away.
???
You're confused until you hear the sound of his belt unbuckle. Is he...going to fuck you already? Not that your disappointed at all. You brace yourself for a sudden intrusion when your met with the sharp sting. You yelp, the surprise of the attack sending shivers down your body. But he doesn't stop, he hits your ass again. And again. Then again. And again.
You feel like your about to pass out. The pain is overwhelming all your senses. But part of you doesn't want him to stop. Your sure you have belt shaped bruises littering your ass by now. The tears have completely clouded your vision. You cant see a thing.
"You're so pretty when you cry sweetie. So pretty~". Sylus reaches a hand up to your faces and wipes some tears away. He leans over, lifting your chin to look up at him.
"Are you doing okay?" his tone is soft, his expression a mix of wonder and worry. You nod enthusiastically, letting him know you're still enjoying this.
"Aw. Lets change that shall we?" he says, his soft expression turning into a smug grin. Your smile drops and your heart starts pound again.
This bastard.
He gives you one last hard whip to the ass before you hear the belt drop to the floor. Then the sound of him unzipping of his pants follows. Your pulse quickens in anticipation. You can't move though, his evol keeping you firmly in place. He puts his hand back in your hair, tugging just enough to remind you of your place beneath him. You feel him align his hips with yours.
"Sylus, I-"
Then he's pushing into you. You're so wet that all it takes is one fluid motion and he's in. Doesn't hurt any less though. You stifle a scream, trying desperately through your tears to beg him to pull out. His pace is deep and slow. It feels almost akin to torture. The head of his cock presses against your g-spot, building a painful high in your abdomen. The hour of teasing and adrenaline rush has you beyond overstimulated, you feel ready to burst at any moment but its not enough stimulation. You stay bordering on the edge of heaven, and yet he doesn't allow you to cross over. It feels like hours as he keeps getting you right to the tip of finishing and then slows down. It hurts so bad, and your crying over and over.
"Sylus...it hurts" you whimper.
"Its supposed to"
"Sylus...please" you beg, your voice shaking from desperation.
"Calm down kitten"
"Sylus-'
"I said calm yourself. Or I'll stop now. Do you want that?"
You whimper in disagreement, face planting into the bed once more. Sylus lifts your head by the chin, leaning down to give you a small kiss on the cheek. You look so beautiful right now, the puffiness and red of your eyes turning him on even more. He speaks, his voice hard and cold.
"Always so greedy. Spoiled brat."
With little to no warning, he slams his cock into your aching cunt. You gasp in shock, but have no time to process anything as he fucks you faster and harder with each thrust. Your so overstimulated that it only takes a few thrusts to make you cum. Your body tenses and shakes as you come undone on his cock. Your moaning while gasping for air, feeling the best you've ever felt and yet on the verge of passing out.
Sylus feels your cunt tighten so hard around him that he can't help but also come undone himself. You hear a small and faint "Fuck..." but your head is spinning too much to hear much else. You're in a trance practically.
You feel the stickiness of his cum dripping down your thigh and then your out like a light. Adrenaline and overstimulation had gotten the best of you. Sylus chuckles and gently lifts you onto your bed, pulling the sheets over your worn out body.
When you wake up, your eyes and head hurt so so bad. Your vision is blurry too. You attempt too blink the blurriness away.
Sylus.
You sit up, looking for him. Did he leave already? You look at the clock, the red hue of the lights read that its three in the morning.
"S-sylus?" you whimper, feeling slightly abandoned.
"Calm down sweetie, I'm here. Its cute watching you search for me though" he says, his figure appearing in the doorway. He's holding a water bottle and a wet rag. He sits next to you, and starts gently wiping the dried tears from your face. You look down, your thighs still a sticky mess of cum, sweat and desperation from earlier. Sylus smiles a bit, laughing under his breath.
"I figured I could run you a shower when you woke up" he says, stretching out his hand for you. "Although the plumbing here is...less than adequate I guess I could join you".
You roll your eyes, laughing at his dumb remark before taking his hand in yours. You cant help but crack a smile.
"Yeah, lets go"
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⢠When Sylus finds out you havenât eaten all day, he shows up at your home with a hot meal and a disappointed look. âEat, sweetie. And I wonât be taking ânoâ for an answer.â
⢠He is very much, âYou have a headache? How much water have you had today? None?â Scoff. âSweetheart, you are not a snake plant.â
⢠âHave you used the restroom?â he interrogates over the phone while youâre buried in work. Your silence is all the answer he needs. âStop holding it. Do I have to come there to force you to pee?â
⢠âI can tell by your eye bags that you havenât gotten much sleep.â Sylus shakes his head over folded arms. Thumps your forehead, fixing you with the disappointed dad look. âYour socials can wait, sweetie. If I have to force you to lie down for more than three hours, I will.â He taps his forehead thoughtfully, a devious look shining in his eyes. âOn second thoughtââ
âVetoed,â you say with your arms crossed in an âX.â
⢠âYou donât always have to act so tough.â He pats your head, fondly ruffling your hair. His gaze softens when your eyes water with a fresh set of tears. He draws you into his arms, soothingly rubbing your back as your body shakes with quiet sobs.
⢠âYouâve been on your feet all day.â Sylus pats his thigh, signaling you to place your feet on his lap for a massage. âCome here and let me take care of you.â Heâs tender as he kneads all the pain away, occasionally gazing at you with a gentle curve to his lips.
⢠âItâs about time someone gives you the attention you deserve,â he croons whilst between your legs in bed. Spreads your thighs apart, locking eyes with you before kissing up the inner curve of your thigh. âLet me show you what you mean to me.â
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Heyyy. Can I request a college au. Reader is an average, socially awkward person but somehow managed to pulled the campus heartthrob, Geto (or gojo). And he's lowkey obsessed with her and try to be fucking her every chance he gets.
đ. đ§đ¨đđ: why not both? ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ idk, felt like doing a threesome for some reason lmao
âš đđ¨đ§đđđ§đđŹ: Geto + Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! college setting - sex in public places; gymnasium locker room + dining hall + college dorms - oral (m! + f! receiving) - face + throat-fucking - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping, grinding and licking/sucking) - face-sitting - threesome - double penetration; anal and vaginal - cowgirl dp position - anal fingering (f! receiving) - kissing/making out - protected sex (psa: warp it up or get tf up) - overstimulation - pet names (angel, baby, cutie, my love, pretty girl, princess, sweetie, sweetheart) - sato + sugu being whipped over you, hehe~ - slight humor - mention of tears and drool.
âš đ°đ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ: 5.1k (pretty long for a req, lol)
âOh, Y/n, itâs good to see you. Did you have a good weekend? Letâs walk each other to class; I was waiting for you.â
âY/nnnn! This cold day is so much warmer now that youâre here. Letâs grab something to eat at the dining hall, okay?â
You thought college life couldnât get any more difficult than it already is. Oh, how you were so wrongâŚÂ
Being on your own on campus was hard enough; states away from your family and having to rely on and take care of yourself while also striving for a better education. On top of this, making friends (outside of your roommates Shoko and Utahime) is such a social and excruciating chore as itâs challenging to put yourself out for people to notice you. Making small talk with your peers or talking/discussing group material in classes has your heart racing enough â not to mention trying to commit to clubs â making you feel a bit of a failure as a human being.
With that, you almost dwell on not trying at all. Youâre utterly content with your inner circle with your roommates, waking up and heading to classes and back, eating college food, and sleeping after reading for a lecture. This routine of sticking to yourself was a notion youâve grown to accept and find comfort in â no need to change it if itâs been doing you well this far.
That is until you meet them â Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, the best friends of your roommate Shoko.Â
Gojo is the star player of the schoolâs basketball team, a famous face among the class years, and the âdisgustingly tactless, cutesy princeâ of your year, as described by Utahime. By morning, heâs a dedicated student in his business administration major and history minor classes; by afternoon, he is his playful, social, and charismatic snow-haired soul, grabbing the attention of others and bringing life to those around him with his bright cadence. In addition, heâs a talented figure, capturing the hearts of many with his model work in fashion shows and playing fan-favorite roles in plays.
In contrast, Geto was a much more mellow star that pulled the hearts of students and professors alike. The raven-haired bioengineering major was a boy whose presence was easy not to notice yet quick to pull you in when making himself known. His tall, docile figure emitted an aura that accompanied the soothing tune of his voice, the perfect combination that made him trustworthy and obliging to the students around him and his lacrosse teammates. With the charming features of a heartthrob and the alluring speech of a leader, heâs someone many would turn to in search of a person to follow and praise.
Satoru and Suguru, two complete opposites â two best friends â who are, without a doubt, the twin stars of this school. However, there was one thing the two shared in common, something that made your heart skip and your mind race every time knowing this fact:Â the two were unmistakably and sickeningly in love with you!
How? You do not know. It all started when Shoko brought them over one night for dinner, and you saw them for a quick moment in the kitchen, quickly greeting them before rushing back into your room. Next thing you knew, you had begun to see and run into them every so often, which soon turned to at least once per day. And now, like a white bubbly puppy and a black, quietly affectionate cat, you could not shake them off you when and wherever you went.
Oh, it was something you were not used to, being sneaked up from behind by Gojo, whoâd pull you in for a hug or lift you with every greeting in public (as if you weighed like nothing)! Especially in classes where Geto would surprise you with his calm voice and a warm hand on your shoulder to check if you were okay before claiming the chair next to you. And you couldnât push them away â how could you when two of the most renowned faces on school grounds want to be around your presence!? Good Lord, it was all overwhelming, Shoko and Utahime having to step in to beat the boys into shape for making you uncomfortable.
And then there are those times when the two would butt heads with each other because of you! There have been a handful of times where if one had you to themselves, the other would bore glares to the formerâs skull. Gojo would suck his teeth with his arm wrapped around your shoulder, white brows furrowed and ticked off blue eyes concealed by his dark circle shades. âYo, Buddha with bangs, can you let go? Y/n promised to hang with me after their classes ended, and Iâd be damned if youâd be third-wheeling.â
âThatâs not happening, Satoru,â Getoâs hand grasps yours with more grip, royal purple eyes narrowed at his white-haired friend. âY/n and I have a presentation to work on for tomorrow. Go lollygag somewhere else.â
Two positive bundles of life will immediately turn hostile when it comes to you, suffocating your very being as youâre stuck in the middle of them. Itâs bad enough being with either of them has people notice and talk about you; itâs another thing when youâre being fought over like some small bunny between two snarling wolves. Oh God, why me!!??
But it wasnât all bad. If anything, being fawned over by the two was a strange thing that has happened to you thus far, and not in a terrible way. Gojo has made you a lot more open and social than before, dragging you to parties heâs been invited to and to his crowded games (where heâs always sure to find you and blow a kiss). And spending time with Geto has sparked instances where youâre courageous enough to speak for yourself with a bit of a push from him, throwing in your inputs for class discussions or having him aid you in knowing your material when you two study together.
The two most popular guys in school who flatter and are obsequious over you. That in itself is enough to make your cheeks and ears dial in warmth, shielding your face in your pillows just thinking about them. You like them both, bound to be drawn in by the handsome boys and their pursuit of you.
However, their infatuation was something youâd find out goes beyond words and handholds. An obsession for you embroidered in their very mindsâŚand bodies.
ââŚMhahhh, GoâMmmph! GojoooâŚwe shouldnât be doing thisâŚâ
âAww, câmon, Y/n, you know I donât like it when you call me by last name. Itâs just the two of us hereâŚFuck, keep licking it like thatâŚâ
Sneaking into the basketball teamâs locker room is one thing; sneaking in with the star player in the team with you between his legs on the bench and sucking his dick? Oh, thatâs a can of worms you never thought youâd open in your entire life.Â
Gojo brings his head back, banging on the locker behind him as the contact of your tongue on his pink tip sends shivers up to his shoulders. âFuuuck, you feel so good, baby. Gonna make me cum againâŚâ You peer up with lidded eyes as you suck his tip into your mouth, him humming at the warm sensation of your mouth swallowing his length whole. Your face is hot of embarrassment, being looked down on by him as you do such an indecent thing on him in a place of changing for men.Â
This was his idea â bringing you to the gymnasium to watch him practice with his teammates for an upcoming game. Then, he pulls you aside once the guys want another fifteen-minute water break, bargaining into the menâs locker room and pulling you in for a hot kiss. Sucking on and nibbling on your lips and tongue has you mewl sweetly for him, distracted as he pulls his shorts and briefs down to expose the erection growing inside him. âSorry, you just looked too cute watching me from the side,â heâd say with a hazy glint in his eyes shielded by his shades.
So here you are, sucking him off to the hilt, where your lips meet strands of his white pubes, making your boyfriend cum for the second time. Gojo brings a hand to your head for purchase, moaning as your hand massages his balls. ââAhh, fuckâŚGod, youâve gotten so good at that, cutie. Canât get enough of you...â
His words burn your ears, his aroused tone making your face even more hot to bear. Gosh, this was such a dangerous game; your nerves constantly on edge in hopes nobody would walk in.
However, your worries might have been what jinxed your fate because you two heard the door to the locker room open. You instantly move your mouth away from Gojoâs cock and stand to panic. But before you could, Gojo quickly grabbed you by the wrist and took you to one of the bathroom stalls. You sat on the toilet, bewildered at being dragged all over this fitness center. Then, Gojo brings his dick to your face again, and you give him the most shockingly confused expression as if he canât hear the commotion of two people speaking where they used to be.
âRelax, no oneâs coming here,â Liar, we almost got caught! He pushes the tip to your mouth, and you murmur on his length, filling your mouth and throat. âLetâs make this one quick, okay?â
You were too busy registering him place his hands on your head before he could slam himself to your mouth; the sudden thrust of his hips propelling his cock deep into the tight crevices of your throat makes you grip onto his shorts for dear life. The slap of his ruts fills your eardrums; you canât tell how far or close the two guys who entered the locker room are. Heâs making you focus on nothing but him â a selfish objection from a selfish man as heâs using you to relieve himself in the menâs locker room. God, this was such a bad situation, and yet your lower half couldnât stop the throbs that have you shifting your thighs together. How embarrassing!Â
âHhnnn, fucking shit, your throat feels so good,â he praises, his slender fingers massaging your scalp. Your tongue brushes the underside of his length in a way that has his pace go faster, and he has to keep his moans to a lower volume. âShiiit, baby, Iâm gonna cumâŚTake it all inâŚ!â
You have no choice but to, forced to gulp down all of his load that he spills into your tight, warm throat. He still rocks his pelvis into you until every pump of his jizz is inside you. When your ears pick up the sound of the locker room door opening and closing with the dismissal of the two strangers, thatâs when Gojo takes his long shaft out of your mouth, spit connecting from your tongue to his cockhead is wiped with haste.Â
But then, Gojo pokes your cheek with his tip, a sign that he wants to go again. You throw quiet pleas, âNâNo, Gojo! You have to get back to practiceââ
âShhh, those guys can survive a few games without me. And besides,â he gently slaps your cheek with his cock. How vulgar! âIâll fuck your mouth til the end of the day if you donât stop using my last name when itâs just the two of us here.â The playful grin on his lips doesnât make that threat any better. âOne more time, please?â
With hesitant eyes, you place kisses on his shaft while stroking him. âOnly one moreâŚokay, Satoru?â
He beams with the dimples of his cheeks. âYes, pretty girl~.â
And it doesnât stop there â because Geto is no better.Â
âAww, you two are so cute together~â
You squirm on the booth seat youâre sharing with your other boyfriend, you two sitting across from his friends â a senior couple he shares a lab with that invited him for dinner. Unsurprisingly, you were his plus one, knowing youâre not one for being around people youâre not familiar with. And yet here you are, caged by the wall and Getoâs frame to keep you in this conversation on the side of the busy dining hall.
Geto chuckles before brushing your cheek, "Arenât we? But theyâre the cutest thing to me.â He says as he places a swift kiss on your cheek; itâs an action that has your face grow in warmth â and the couple âawwingâ at his affection.
The guy of the couple speaks to the dark, long-haired other. âI never knew you were one for relationships, Geto; you seem so busy with Bio and your clubs that you donât seem to have time to lay low and be with someone.â
âMmm, I thought so, too. That is until I met Y/n through a friend of mine,â you jerk at the silent touch of his pinkie grazing your thigh, noting it had sneaked under your skirt to graze its skin. Your eyes peek in his direction, finding that he remains eye contact with the guy heâs talking with. âAnd, you know, I got to know them here and there, shared some classes with them on the side. Now, I just canât imagine them being out of my line of sight.â
The guy across laughs. âSounds kinda obsessive!â
Geto shrugs with a chortle. âI guess itâs like that, I donât know. Iâm just really crazy about them; theyâre my sweetheart after all.â
âThatâs so sweet!â The girl senior across exclaims, turning to you to ask, âSo, how long have you and Geto been a thing, Y/n?â
The question has you stumped for a bit as you werenât ready to be thrown inquiries. And before you answer, you feel Getoâs hand rub on your thigh. âU-Umm, meâahemâGeto and I have been a couple for quite a while now? My roommate was the one who introduced me to himâMmmm!â You briskly flatten your lips at your squeak because the fingers inside your skirt pinch your skin. On command, you spread your legs for Geto to insert his hand inside your panties.
The girl asks more questions. âOh? So, your roommate brought you two together. Did you know of them before?âÂ
âWell, not reallyâŚShe and GetoâOhh!â You bring your hand to your lips at the graze of Getoâs forefinger on your clit. You turn to him and are immediately locked into his violet gaze. He lifts a brow with an undisturbed smile, and you gulp. âIâI mean, Suguru and my roommate have been best friends since high school, so I kinda gotâŚNnmm,â you chew your lips when he bullies a digit between your folds to play and tease. âShe was the one who introduced me to himâŚâ
âIs that so? Hehe, itâs amazing how the world works, huh?â You listen, but your mind is too focused on Getoâs digits swiping and nestling across your wetness to have your body more excited about his touch. And it gets worse as he inserts his forefinger inside your vagina, causing you to jolt and suppress your mewl by leaning into his shoulder, gripping onto the sleeve of his turtleneck. âHere are two lovebirds all lovey-dovey with each other thanks to one friend bringing them together. Itâs crazy imagining you two wouldâve never met hadnât that happened.â
Geto hums at that comment, âI agree; I have to thank Shoko for bringing this little angel to my arms.â He places a soft kiss on your forehead, completely nonchalant compared to the quickened pace of the digit scraping your insides. âIsnât that right, my love?â
With trenched brows and a shaky breath, you try to reply to the awaiting couple. âMhmm, yes, Iâm so grateful that Suguru is in my lifeâŚHeâs been such a help to me,â his forefinger goes slow, having you feel every dent and knuckle. âHahhh, heâs so good to me, and I love him just as muâMmmph!!â
âHmm? Are you okay, Y/n?â How can you tell the guy across from you that your boyfriendâs thumb just surprised your clit with a swipe? Youâd rather melt on this floor had you not buried your face into Getoâs shoulder.Â
Speaking of who, he takes the initiative to answer for you. âI think theyâre a little parched, mustâve been this lemonade I got for them. Iâll go get them some waterââ
âOh, no, no! Iâll go get the water; I was gonna get more of those garlic knots anyways.â The girl stops Geto from moving, sliding from the booth seat with her boyfriendâs hand to follow suit. âCâmon, letâs leave these lovebirds for a bit. Weâll be right back!â
And so they leave, thanking your lucky stars. Once their figures are nowhere to be seen within the sea of students, you probe the man with a trembling whimper. âMmmph, Suguru, please, take it out beforeâAhhhâŚ! They come backâŚâ
Luckily, he listens to your request with no argument, withdrawing his digit from your wet slick and underwear. And to your horror, he brings the finger to lick and suck and says with a dark look, âJust checking to see what Iâll be having later.â
It doesnât matter wherever or whenever; Gojo and Geto will be sure that their love for you is expressed to you every chance they get.Â
It doesnât matter the day or hour, whether you are free from assignments, spending time with your roommates, or on your way out to study; those two will find a way to get to be with you. And, to be honest, it can be a bit overstimulating!Â
When there are dates to the movies with Gojo, thereâs private alone time with Geto on his bed as he eats you out. And when there are days when Geto holds hands with you and walks you to your classes, there are nights when Gojo will fuck you til his cock is warmed inside you in his slumber. It can go either way, the two competing for your affection and time when the other is out of sight.Â
Again, sometimes itâs overwhelming for you, never knowing which of the two will have you all to themselves, nor knowing when you can have time to yourself! And itâs not like you havenât tried putting your foot down to express your wish to be alone. But, albeit it can be utterly exhausting, you know those two love and cherish you so much that it drives them crazy. Hell, itâs driving you crazy just how much they canât keep their hands off you!Â
Especially now when they drag you to their shared dorm room, experiencing one of those days when the two wish to have you in the same presence.Â
âHahhh, damn, Y/nâŚyouâre sucking me off so good,â Geto purrs with a whistle while lovingly patting your head. âSo good for me, huh, sweetie?âÂ
The two stripped you off your clothes to be nude with them on the bed. Your naked frame straddles above Gojo, lying on his back with his face buried into your bare cunt for his mouth and tongue to please you orally. Meanwhile, you suck on Getoâs girth as he leans on the pillows and headboard. Itâs his turn after sucking off Gojo (they settled this over rock-paper-scissors) and fingering you to warm you up first.
You whine of his member, Gojoâs tongue doing wonders on your delicate body. He licks on your clit just as you lap yours around Getoâs glans, and then heâll suck your pearl right as you take in the tip with pursed cheeks. Itâs such a mutual shared experience, with how Gojoâs hands wrap to your thighs to keep your chasm on his lips while you have Geto keen to your mouth and hands stroking him.Â
ââKhhhh, Jesus ChristâŚHohhh, right there, sweetieâŚâ The raven-haired one coos as you kiss your way down to his balls to suck one as you continue to jerk him. âHeh, you doing good down there, Satoru?â
The snow-haired other removes his mouth from your folds, licking your essence that sticks to his lips like honey mixed with his saliva. âHahaa, you have no idea. I could stay like this for hours,â his tongue licks your come to your clit tantalizingly slow, evoking you to almost choke on Getoâs girth. âAww, look at you trying to move from me,â Gojo brings your hips back down to him for him to swirl around your labia, his grip on your thighs refusing to submit. âDonât go anywhere, princess; Iâm not finished until you cum on my face again.â
âOhhh, shit, keep doing what youâre doing, Satoru,â Geto subtly bucks his hips, ���I love the way theyâre whining on my dickâŚâ
With your puffy lips being busy in the front and your cunt being lapped and nibbled on from below, your senses are clouded by the two boys who seek nothing but your participation in experiencing pleasure. Your head gradually turns into mush with every rut to your throat and every lap around your clitoris. Itâs to no surprise that your release seeps out of your body without preparation, crying on Getoâs length as your frame quivers in euphoric bliss.Â
And if you think you couldnât get swamped enough, think again.Â
ââNnngh, fuck, Y/n, youâre gripping on my dick like crazyâŚHehe, is it because you canât look me in the face? Damn, youâre such a cutieâŚâ
Your face is nuzzled in the crook of Gojoâs neck as youâre straddling on top of him, your nude, sweaty bodies melted together to share heat. Your hips bounce up and down on his pelvis, where his rubber-covered length is scraping the walls of your vagina. His left curve grazes and jabs your sweet spots, and your body lies on top of Gojo, which brings more friction to your clitoris.Â
âHahhh, ahhnnâOhhhh!â Your phrases have doubled down to that of whimpers of pleasure, thinking straight is impossible, and your mind is too deep in a haze to focus on anything outside of whatâs happening. And itâs not like you canât stop your hips from bouncing on his shaft â youâve tried! But the moment your legs express so much as reluctance or fatigue, Gojoâs hands are right there on your ass to guide you back into the rhythm. So itâs expected when you climax on him once more, clamping onto him as you ride out another orgasmic wave. âAhhaaa! Saâtoruuu, stooohhpâhicâŚ! Iâm âoo sens' tiveee!!âÂ
âYou say that, butâhnnn! Youâre rocking those hips of yours on your own, baby.â He chuckles at your slurred speech, placing kisses on your cheek as his hands massage your asscheeks. âHoly shit, you feel so unreal; wanna fuck you raw so bad with how tight you are.âÂ
âDonât even think about it, Satoru,â you hear Getoâs voice from behind, the dent of the twin-size bed shifting with his added weight. âIf I canât go condom-less, youâre not getting any special treatment out of it either.â
âPsssh, yeah, yeah,â Gojo says with rolled azure eyes before he whispers to your ear. âCome on, angel, letâs get you prepped up.â The white-haired boyâs hands spread your butt, exposing his dick buried deep into your tight slit and your taint. Â
Geto grins salaciously. âMy, what a dirty sight for me, my love.â You chew your lips to his words, the heat in your ears causing them to ring. You then feel his fingers smothered in lube to meet your asshole, spiraling around it before inserting them one by one. Your holes instinctively contract, making Gojo hiss. âRelax, pretty girl,â he kisses your temple. âWeâre gonna make you feel so good.â
You remind your figure to calm down, allowing Geto to play with your anus for it to accommodate the next foreign limb heâll put inside. Gojo keeps kneading your butt, but he throws furtive thrusts up to your chasm to keep you on your toes. You gasp when Geto removes his digits suddenly, and now you bite your bottom lip at the contact of his cockhead touching your puckered entrance. âStay calm for me, princess. Gonna go slow just for youâŚâ
Breathing with your mouth is the only way you can function through his insertion; even after he properly lubed himself and the rubber, it never fails to amaze you how youâve been able to take in his girthy dick times before. Every inch pushed inside you feels as if your breath is pulled away, feeling both your holes become occupied. And your head goes up at the snap of Getoâs pelvis smacking on your ass, mouth agape for drool to sneak down puffy lips.Â
âHeh, there you are,â Gojo licks your spit before placing a kiss on your lips. âWhat a pretty face when youâre going dumb on our dicks, Y/n.â
You couldnât even reply in modesty because Geto immediately goes pounding your ass with hunger. Your wails come out freely at the pacing of both boys propelling themselves into you. And it doesnât help that your holes donât stop contracting on their dicks as they push, the motion making you move your clit against Gojo and having your sore nerves active again.Â
âHoly fuck,âGeto drills his cock into your taint, grinding his hips into you to make you whine aloud. He then bends to kiss your sweaty shoulder down to your spine. âYouâre so tight, Y/nâŚlike youâre gonna milk me dry.â
Words are exhilarated squeaks and shrills, your arms coming around Gojoâs neck and pressing your hot cheek on his. He snickers at how touchy you are, âHey, baby,â he coaxes you through the onslaught of ruts that quicken in tempo. âGod, you sound so fucking cute, angelâŚâÂ
ââAhhahhâŚ! Ohhh, guysss, pleaseee, slow dâOwwhhnn!!â You cry, eyes watering with the pokes and jabs on your velvety insides, the curve of Gojo scraping you in places you canât reach, and Getoâs girth having your backside completely stretched for him. Itâs all too much to focus on as your delicate bud is pressed on by your weight. ââŚNhooo, God, Iâm gonnaââ
âGonna cum, cutie?â You nod hurriedly, amusing Gojo for more chuckles. âLetâs cum together, yeah? Such a pretty girlâŚâ And then, Gojo claims your lips for a steamy, passionate kiss, bringing a hand from your bottom to place behind your head to keep you on him.Â
ââHnngh!! Wait, sweetheart, donât clamp onto me so suddenâOhh, shit, shit, shiiit,â Black hair strands fall from Getoâs shoulders as he falters at your grip. âGonna cum, tooâŚ.Gahhhââ
Your crescendo is the first to appear, howling and mewling into Gojoâs lips while your trembling figure undergoes the shocks of the deep penetration on both ends. The fluttering sensations of your cunt and anus are what prompt the two men to spill their load into you simultaneously, groaning with pleasure from your body. Your head is undoubtedly dizzy, your brain spiraling with impulses as your frame jerks with every wave of your orgasm.Â
After his climax is done, Geto slowly withdraws his cock from you. The condom filled with his essence. âPhew, that felt way too good.â
âFor real, canât get enough of this.â Gojo sighs while groping your asscheeks and kissing your forehead. âReady for another round, baby? Câmon, letâs switch before Suguru gets all crybaby on us.â His sweet tone immediately flips to narrow his eyes at Geto for throwing his used, tied condom at Gojo's face for that comment. âOh, you disgusting son of a bitchâŚâ
âShut up and switch, or else Iâll have you watch me pound Y/n for fifteen minutes.â
Being loved and obsessed by the two heartthrobs of the school is no easy work, which is evident when you canât even get to nap by yourself after the sexual activities. With Gojo spooning Geto while he spoons you, there is no rest with these two; they might as well put collars around their necks and give you their leashes with how smitten they are to be around you.
Yet, at the same time, you donât hate it â far from that. Because you know their feelings for you are genuine, you can see it in their sleeping faces as theyâre probably thinking about you in your dreams as you observe. With a smile, you place kisses on their cheeks and silently leave the bed to use their shower.Â
The warm water is just as welcoming and temperate as their love, keeping you safe and washing your anxiousness away. In your thoughts, you reflect on all the times youâve grown because of them, and it goes to show that their involvement has done substantial help for you. And for that, you are forever grateful for them and will always reciprocate their feelings as you feel the same.Â
âHey, Y/n.â
Well, minus the immediate sense of apprehension that skyrockets once you hear Getoâs voice come behind you. You turn to see his naked self coming towards you to wrap his arms around your waist. âSuguru!? IâI thought you were sleepââ
âI was until you left my arms,â he says to your ear with his dulcet voice, his hands kneading the flesh of your wet hips. âBesides, saves us a lot of time if we share the shower, right?â
âOh, Y/n~,â another voice enters the bathroom, and your dread plummets even further when Gojo opens the curtains with glee. âDonât tell me you decided to shower without mââŚOh, youâre here, too.â
âObviously,â Geto sucks his teeth at his roommate. âI live in this apartment and use this same shower, dumbass.â
Snowy eyebrows crease with irritation as Gojo enters the walk-in shower, sandwiching you between the two. âWell, donât you think itâs rude for you to use the shower when our guest is using it first?â
âI could be asking you the same thing because who told you to come here?â
âDuh! Iâm here to shower with my lover; are you stupid?â
âAre you? Donât you see a boyfriend is trying to have some alone time with their partner?â
âOh, eat horse shit.â
âCroak and die.â
You can only stand there and be mushed by the two tall boys arguing over you, unable to flee the scene as they both have their hands on you. Again, you donât hate it at all. You love them just as much as they love and adore you. They may be the school favorites; however, you are the most precious thing they wish to engage with and want to keep to themselves.
âŚBut would it kill them to give you some room once in a while!?
Jesus, how am I gonna survive with these twoâŚ
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fall right into me
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
summary: when something happens to your apartment and you need a place to stay, steve, your best friend, is quick to provide it for you. your prolonged proximity forces you both to realize some things.
word count: 13.6k
warnings: childhood bffs to lovers, absolute idiots in love, mentions of a negative relationship with parents, probably inaccurate descriptions of some things but itâs (say it with me) for the plot!!!
a/n: i know itâs been a LONG time since iâve posted a long fic so thank u guys for ur patience <3 i had so much fun getting back to it and writing these two, and i hope itâs at least a little bit worth the wait!!! ily :,)
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Your shoes are still wet as you dial the first number that comes to mind: Steveâs.
He picks up on the third ring. âHello?â
âHey, Steve.â
âHi,â you can imagine him on the other side of the phone, leaning casually against the wall, an easy smile on his face, âwhatâs going on?â
Youâre not quite sure where to start.
Coming home from work earlier, youâd been excited to shower and change and lay around for the rest of the evening, your book hanging open in your lap and some mindless TV filling the silence.
The day seemed to have other plans for you, though, because as you walked down the stairs to your apartmentâone in the basement of a sweet, older coupleâs house who just never used the space and converted itâthe carpet had made an ugly squelch as soon as you stepped on it.
You looked down at your shoe against the carpet, at the way its color was darker than usual from whatever water had gotten into it. Looking up, you found a complete mess. A piece of the ceiling hanging open right above your bed, water still dripping in steady drops from the gap, your bedding ruined among many other things.
You donât know how long you stood there, hand over your mouth, eyes flickering over the damage like you were hoping it would vanish, like it was only something you imagined.
Unfortunately, it wasnât.
The couple who owns the house came down when they heard you shout for them, unsure of what else to do. Theyâd both gasped when they came down, and began apologizing for something that really wasnât their fault before one ran up to call whoever it was they needed to call to fix this and the other comforted you with a gentle âweâll take care of it, sweetie.â
You nodded, eyes still roaming your space that was now uninhabitable.
Itâs an old house, something was bound to happen at some point, you only wished it wasnât so inconvenient for you. A small leak, you could have handled, but the ceiling practically caving in?
Yeah, it was a complete fucking mess.
Hours later, with the damage assessed and set to take a few weeks to fix up, youâre on the phone with the one person youâd known would pick up.
You fill Steve in on what happened, and his first response is a sigh of, âShit.â
âYeah, shit,â you agree. âAnd now Iâm gonna have to live with my parents for a while and I donât know how Iâm gonna go back into that house, Steve.â
If youâre being honest, the couple you live with now was kinder to you than your parents were. You suppose thatâs one of the many things that you and Steve have bonded over.
âJust come live with me, instead,â he offers without hesitation.
Steve says it like itâs obvious, a no-brainer, and you guess it should be, since youâve slept over at the Harringtonâs house countless times before. Only, this is different because youâd be staying for a while, because youâd be needing his help, which makes you feel all awkward and guilty.
Heâs been your absolute best friend for as long as you can remember, and youâre one hundred percent sure youâd offer the same thing if the roles were reversed, but that doesnât make it any easier for you to accept, not when youâre already frazzled from the events of the day.
âNo, Steve, Iâm sorry Iâm just being dramatic,â you say, twisting the phoneâs cord around your finger. âIâll be fine, really. Itâs just a month, or so, and I donât wanna be in your way or-â
âWhen have you ever cared about being in my way, angel?â The pet name heâs called you ever since your ninth grade Halloween party slips out naturally, the way it always does. âBesides, this house is too fucking big for me as it is, and you know my parents wonât be around to care, either.â
âI canât ask you to let me move in, Steve.â
âWell then, itâs a good thing youâre not asking. Iâm offering. Itâll be like that one week when we were twelve and you stayed over for spring break, only longer. Itâs perfect!â
Thereâs a small smile ghosting across your face as you recall the memory heâs talking about. A blanket fort in their spacious living room, sleeping bags and pillows piled inside it along with two flashlights.
You can picture the way he looks on the other end of the phone, his hair a bit messy from running his hands through it during the day, one strand rogue against his forehead, his shoulder leaned carelessly against the wall the way it usually is when he stands. Like he canât be bothered to hold himself up, like thereâs constantly a weight on him.
âAre you sure about this, Steve? Itâs really okay if youâre not. I swear Iâll be fine.â
âAs if Iâm letting you spend multiple weeks back in your parentâs house. Youâre staying with me, alright?â His voice is insistent, yet kind, letting you know that heâs being honest, that he means it. âWeâll order pizzas and watch shitty romcoms, âkay?â
âYou can call romcoms shitty all you want, but we both know you get teary at every single one.â
âDon't change the subject, angel. Also, fuck off,â he says, though you can hear the smile in his voice. âSo, youâre living with me, yeah?â
You donât think you could say no to him even if you wanted to.
âYeah, alright, Steve. Thank you so much.â
âNone of that. I know youâd do the same.â
Thereâs something beautiful about the kind of trust and ease that comes with a friendship as long as yours. One where youâve watched each other grow up, awkward phases and all, and stuck together the entire way. Thereâs no questioning whether or not youâd be there for each other if you were in need.
Itâs known, felt. Like a fact.
âNow,â he continues, âIâll pick you up, okay? Ten minutes, tops.â
âOkay.â
âYou need me to bring boxes for your stuff?â
âIâm not sure how much is worth keeping. Itâs pretty ugly in there.â
Your voice goes small at the end, because the gravity of it all is really sinking in. Youâll have to replace a lot of stuff. Stuff you donât have money for right now.
But, you havenât let yourself cry just yet, so you swallow it down.
âIâll bring some anyway, then. Weâll figure it out, angel, donât worry.â
âThanks again, Steve. See you soon.â
âTen minutes,â he assures you, then the line clicks.
-
True to his word, Steve arrives in under ten minutes, which isnât surprising considering the size of Hawkins, but feels reassuring all the same.
Youâre sitting on the curb in front of the house when Steveâs BMW pulls over on the other side of the road, and you stand just as he climbs out and shuts his door, rounding the car and jogging over to you.
His keys jingle as he tucks them into the pocket of his faded jeans, his opposite hand coming up to squeeze your shoulder, âYou okay?â
The warmth of his palm seeps through your work shirt that youâve yet to change out of, and you let your eyes fall shut just for a second before looking at his face, âGuess so,â you nod. âMaybe ask me again after all of this?â
Steveâs arm winds itself over your shoulders, tugging you into his side and dropping a kiss to the top of your head, simple as an instinct. âIâve got you. Weâll get through this, angel.â
Weâll, he says. A team.
You reach up and squeeze his hand and nod, guiding him to the side-entrance leading to your basement apartment.
âI hope you didnât wear your good shoes for this,â you say.
Steve looks down at his feet and shrugs, âShoes can be replaced.â
He lets you lead the way down the stairs, his footsteps close behind yours. You wince when you look at the damage again, even though youâd seen it minutes ago. You can't bring yourself to look at Steve, to see the reaction on his face, because you think itâll just make it all more real.
He mouths the word âfuckâ while you arenât looking, then claps his hands once. âOkay, letâs figure out what we can save, yeah? Where do you want me?â
Youâre grateful for his gentle guidance at what to do. âMaybe the bathroom? Everything in there should be fine, so it just needs to be packed.â
ââKay. Iâll just go grab some boxes from my car,â Steve says. He squeezes your hand once before heading up the stairs. âIâll be right back.â
You decide to tackle the worst spot first. Though the place is more like a studio, the side that houses your bed and your closet is the most affected, so you head over there and try to tune out the squish of the carpet beneath your feet.
Youâre opening the sliding doors to your closet when Steve comes back, dropping a stack of boxes by your feet and running his hand down your arm softly before heading over to the bathroom to pack for you.
Even his presence seems to be making things a little bit easier for you, and each time he finds a small way to touch you or speak to you, to remind you that heâs there, youâre glad for it.
Half of your closet is a gross, wet mess, but some things are salvageable, which you take as a win. Things might be damp, but at least itâs only water, you suppose. A cycle in the dryer and most things will be wearable again.
Your dresses that are hung get the worst of it, soaked and smelly, and you decide that itâd be easier to get a couple new ones than to try and save whatâs there.
Steve checks in every now and then, poking his head out of the bathroomâs doorway to look at you and make sure youâre doing alright, giving you a thumbs up when you look over to him.
Youâre not sure how youâd be managing this if you were alone, and youâre thankful that you donât have to.
The next time he checks on you, youâre by your nightstand.
Sitting atop of it is a framed picture of you and Steve from summer camp when you were around ten years old, maybe younger. Only now, the pictureâs stained with water and the frame youâd decorated all those years ago at camp is a splotchy mess.
Where yours and Steveâs handwriting used to be, is now a blur from the water seeping into the wooden frame, the markerâs colors muddy. You frown, picking it up and running your thumb over the edge.
Before you can stop yourself, youâre tearing up, frustrated and sad and tired. Memories like this one are the most special to you, the ones that have kept you going for so long, and just like that, the picture thatâs sat on your nightstand since being taken is gone, and it fucking sucks.
âHey, angel?â Steve calls.
When all you do is sniffle and mumble an âmhm?â in response, he sets the box heâd been packing on the bathroom counter and walks over to you.
He comes up behind you, resting his hands on your upper-arms and peering over your shoulder at the ruined picture.
âIt was my favorite one,â you say, voice breaking a little. You wipe your tear away as it trails down your cheek, your own fingertips too harsh against your skin.
Although itâs soaked and splotchy now, Steve knows which picture it is. The one where youâve both got your neon summer camp t-shirts on, the one where his cheeks and nose are completely sunburnt and youâre both grinning up at the camera from your seats on the ground.
Steveâs clutching a stick in his hand for some reason, and youâve got your fist tangled in the sleeve of his shirt.
It feels like no time and forever has passed since then.
Steve grabs the picture and pries it gently from your hands, setting it back onto the table and turning you around in his grip to face him.
âWe can fix it,â he tells you, his brown eyes all soft as his hands come up to cup your face, thumbs swiping your tears away.
âBut the frame-��
âWeâll fix it, angel. Iâll find a way, okay? We can pack it in one of the boxes and figure it out.â
âSteve-â
âLook at me,â he urges you when your gaze flickers to the ground. You listen. âThis fucking sucks, I know it does, but youâre strong and Iâm here, and we can handle this.â
His voice is quiet, but sure. You search his face for any trace of a lie and find none. He really believes what heâs saying, and he really believes in you.
âThank you for being here.â You take a deep breath and drop your forehead against the collar of his shirt. âIâm sorry for crying. I know itâs kinda stupid. Most of this is replaceable, itâs just-â
âItâs not stupid,â he says, letting his chin rest atop your head. âYouâre allowed to cry. Hell, Iâd probably be kicking and screaming on the floor like I'm back in the terrible twos.â
You laugh wetly into his shirt.
âNow,â he says, pulling back and putting his hands on his hips, âthe quicker we pack, the quicker we go home. Iâll even let you wear a pair of my good fuzzy socks.â
A smile tugs at your mouth. âDeal.â
-
Steve wouldnât let you do much of the work after that.
Instead, he simply held up items for you to assess from where youâd been leaning against the wall and packed it into a box if it was a âyes,â or tossing it aside dramatically just to try and get you to laugh if it was a âno.â
Once things were sorted through and packed, you loaded everything into Steveâs carâwhich wasnât a whole bunch, considering how much you had to leave behind.
Youâd refused to let Steve carry the boxes all on his own, though he tried, but he still managed to open the doors for you whenever you made it to his car, even when his own hands were full, too.
By the time you were finished, you were drained. It felt like youâd lived multiple days in the one. An eight hour shift opening at the store, then coming home to a wrecked apartment. All you wanted to do was shower and lay down and not get back up.
Steve knows you well enough to be able to tell when itâs time to fill the silence and when it isnât, and on the drive back to his place, while your head was leaned against his window, he knew to stay quiet and give you a bit of space.
He turned the radio on, but not too loud, letting the songs hum through the speakers. At every stop sign, he reached over and gave your thigh a light squeeze. Reassuring, kind, somehow exactly what you needed at the moment. Nothing more, nothing less.
You were no stranger to the Harringtonâs house, having been there countless times since you were little, but it feels more intimidating now, knowing youâll be staying. You feel silly for being worried, but you are. Asking for help makes you feel like a burden.
Steve, however, doesnât let you entertain that thought for long, parking in his driveway and jogging around to open the passenger door for you. âHoney, weâre home!â
âDork,â you say, though you accept his hand and let him tug you up out of the car.
Grabbing the first couple of boxes, Steve leads you inside and upstairs, right to the guest room across the hall from his own bedroom. The closest one to him.
The house has at least two guest rooms, though you suppose with how little Steve's parents are around, you could consider there to be three. Three spare rooms and Steve puts you up in the nearest one possible. It makes your heart squish in your chest, how caring he is. He doesnât even have to try, really, the goodness in him shows even when he tries to keep it hidden.
It only takes a few trips down to his car and back before all of your boxes are stacked against the wall. You decide youâll deal with them later.
Steve runs over to his room and grabs a set of pajamas that youâd left there, and hands them to you. âI figured youâd wanna wash up.â
âYou calling me smelly, Harrington?â
âShut up, I think you smell nice. Usually.â
âHey!â
âIâm teasing, angel.â He ruffles your hair. You swat his hand away. âYou know where the bathroom is, and there should be soap and stuff in the shower already. Just yell if you need something, okay?â
You do know where the bathroom is. You have your own toothbrush in a cup by the sink, a set of travel-sized skin care products in the cupboard behind the mirror for whenever you end up staying over.
Itâs funny, youâve always felt more at home here than at your own parents house, and though he hasnât said it to you, Steve much prefers this house when youâre in it. Thereâs a warmth that comes with your presence that makes him ache when itâs not around.
You nod, âThank you again for letting me stay, Steve. I wonât be in the way, promise.â
âI want you in the way. You know youâre always welcome. This is no different.â He shrugs, âPlus, itâll be nice having you around. Place always feels so empty when itâs just me.â
âMaybe Iâll just stay forever, then,â you say, tone light and joking.
Steve, completely serious, says, âIâd let you.â
Thereâs a zip that goes through you when he says it, quick as lightning, something youâve never feltâor noticed, ratherâaround him. It throws you off just a little.
âAnyways,â Steve cuts your thoughts short, âIâll let you get settled. Pizza will be waiting for you when youâre done.â
He leaves the room before you can thank him again, his footsteps retreating and heading downstairs.
Youâve been to his house a million times, so you donât really feel the need to âget settledâ but you desperately need a shower so thatâs where you go.
You stay in for longer than you need to, letting the too-hot water run down your neck and back.
When you finally do step out of the bathroom, now clad in your pajamas, and head downstairs, Steveâs sitting on the couch in the living room, the romcoms he owns sitting out in front of the TV for you to choose from, your favorite blanket resting on your side of the couch, and pizza boxes on the coffee table just as promised.
Itâs the best thing in the world, you think, to have a friend like Steve.
-
Youâve been staying at Steveâs for a couple of days already, and time seems to fly by a little quicker when youâre there, especially when youâre around him.
Heâs taken it upon himself to have coffee ready in the pot for you every morning, one of your favorite mugs already next to it on the counter. Youâve cooked breakfasts together (pancakes one day, where youâd done most of the work, or something simple as toast when you both have to get to work), ordered dinners, and Steve comes home from his shifts with a new movie to watch almost every day.
Itâs been so nice. Almost perfect, actually.
This morning, the first day where your shifts happen to be at the exact same time, heâd even insisted on driving you to work. It was an easy yes, considering it wasnât out of his way at all.
After a short stint of working together at the grocery store in ninth grade, and your subsequent firing from the job after a month of constantly distracting each other on the clock, Tim, the grocery manager, took it upon himself to warn Hawkins not to hire the both of you together.
Eventually, youâd taken the closest you could get which resulted in you working at the arcade and Steve next door at Family Video.
You share a parking lot. Steve already drives you to work most days. You like to put up a bit of a fight just to annoy him.
Though you havenât worked together in years, and he isnât far away by any means, you miss having Steve around on days like this. Where the arcade is quiet save for the sounds of the games in the background, where youâre simply babysitting the desk and cleaning things multiple times to try and make the hours pass by.
If Steve were with you, heâd make stupid jokes that you donât wanna laugh at but do, or coerce you into playing the games while on the clock with the change you find whenever youâre cleaning.
Heâd probably trash talk you, and bump your hip with his while playing pinball, and be a sore loser, and for some reason you want him around so bad.
You chalk it up to getting used to spending hours and hours with him, every single day, these past couple of days. Staying with him has made you miss him more, you think.
Thatâs it.
Meanwhile, over at Family Video, Steve isnât feeling too different from you.
Heâs spent the morning stocking shelves, memories popping into his head whenever heâd come across a movie you loved or watched together, while Robinâs been manning the desk.
Then, when his cart was empty and put back into the back room, he sat on the chair behind the front desk, spinning around until Robin stopped him with her foot and asked what he was thinking so hard about.
Steve caught her up on what had happened with your apartment (youâd told him he could tell her, because sheâs your friend too and would find out sooner or later) and how youâd ended up staying with him in his house.
She raised her eyebrows and hummed in a way that was automatically suspicious, because Robin isnât very good at hiding things.
âWhat?â Steve asks.
âNothing.â When Steve only gives her a pointed look, Robin continues, âWell⌠are you sure thatâs a good idea?â
Now, Robin is one of Steveâs closest friends, and him one of hers, and she supports him in pretty much everything that he does even when she teases him relentlessly along the way, but she cares about both of you and doesnât want to see anyone hurt.
She can read Steve better than he can read himself, probably, because to Robin, itâs clear that he feels more than friendly towards you. And he doesnât even know it.
When they became closer, it was clear to Robin, even before meeting you, just from the way Steve spoke of you, that there was a spot reserved for you in his life that couldnât be filled by anyone else.
He would say itâs that of âbest friendâ but Robin would call it something even bigger than that. Still, even though she thinks heâs an absolute dingus, sheâs trying to let Steve figure it out for himself.
Clearly, itâs taking fucking forever.
He looks confused at her question, âWhy wouldnât it be a good idea?â
Robin sighs and resists the urge to drop her forehead against the desk and decides on, âYou know what they say: become friends with your roommates, donât become roommates with your friends.â
âWhoever they are, theyâre dumb as shit,â Steve says. âSheâs been over, slept over, hundreds of times. Itâs not any different, just longer.â
âI guess so,â she settles on. âThe rules of the world never really seem to apply to you two.â
âThatâs because the rules of the world are also dumb as shit.â
âHow would you know? Itâs not like youâve ever tried following them.â
ââCause Iâm a rule breaker, Robs.â
Steve wiggles his eyebrows. Robin shoves the rolling chair heâs sitting on with her foot, sending it into the other side of the desk with a thud.
âDonât think that smoking weed in your backyard is enough to call yourself a rule breaker, dingus.â
-
That night, your routine was pretty much the same.
Steve was already waiting for you in his car when you left the arcade, a smile spreading onto his face when he saw you making your way across the parking lot to him, your skirt swishing a little with the breeze.
Rather than go straight home, you made a stop at your apartment to talk things over with the couple who owned the home. Theyâd met with a builder and plumber about getting everything fixed and wanted to walk you through it all.
Steve came with you and held your hand, and both of them cooed at him and pinched his cheeks and called him a cutie before getting to the important stuff.
After going over what had to be done (rip out the carpet, replace it, fix the pipes and make sure no others were at risk, replace the ceiling, and more you couldnât even remember already), theyâd assured you that they would be taking care of it all. Covering the entire cost.
You probably wouldâve argued if not for how little money was in your bank account, and how stubborn you knew these people to be. Instead, youâd squeezed them both and thanked them while your eyes grew misty with tears.
Steveâs hand stayed in yours and squeezed when you sniffled.
He knew, because he knew pretty much everything about you, that these people were kinder to you than even your own parents. That, if this had happened at their house, they wouldâve found a way to blame you for it.
You feel lucky to have found that kind of parental love elsewhere, sad that you didnât know exactly what it felt like beforehand.
After giving the couple Steveâs phone number to call in case they needed you and giving them both another hug, you and Steve headed back home.
Home, you call it. Like itâs yours.
Sometimes it feels like it is.
Later, after you and Steve have both showered and had dinner and gotten comfy in your sweats, youâre back in the living room, Steve shows you the movie heâs brought back this time.
âGremlins?â You ask, smiling and shaking your head.
âHell yeah, angel. Itâs a classic.â
Steve sets everything up, joining you on the couch after pressing âplayâ on the movie and adjusting the volume with your guidance.
âSo, how was work?â Steve asks during the opening credits. The two of you have a hard time being next to each other and not talking. Itâs why you get dirty looks whenever you go to the movies.
âWeekdays are so boring, Steve,â you say, letting your head fall against the back of the couch. âYouâre so lucky you have Robin to entertain you during the day. I think I dusted like, ten times at least.â
âRobin is a pain in my ass.â He says. He doesnât really mean it, because even when she is, heâs glad to have her around. A different kind of gladness than he feels with you. âShe kept pushing me every time I sat in the rolling chair. Thereâs probably a dent in the desk.â
âThatâs because you were probably hogging the chair, Steve.â
âWhat the fuck!â Steveâs smiling when he says it, lacking any sort of anger. âYouâre supposed to be on my side.â
Your smile mirrors his, the way it always does. Itâs contagious, you think, the way his eyes crinkle at the corner.
Shrugging, you say, âI donât know, Iâd wanna push you around on that chair too, I think.â
âYouâd spin me too much. Iâd get sick all over you and then nobodyâs happy.â
âDonât talk about barf while Iâm eating, Harrington.â
You throw a piece of popcorn at him. It bounces off his cheek and lands on his lap, and he doesnât even flinch. Steve just picks it up and pops it into his mouth.
When the bowlâs empty, you lean forward and set it on the coffee table before sinking back into the couch, Steve's shoulder brushing yours. You let the warmth seep through your clothes and shut your eyes.
Itâs a little more than halfway through the movie when Steve realizes youâre asleep. Youâd been quiet, sure, but Steve only thought that meant you were paying attention to the movie.
That was, until your head slipped and rested against his shoulder.
He looked down at you, at the hair falling across your forehead (he smoothed it away gently, so it wouldnât be in your eyes or your mouth), your eyebrows relaxed and free of any worry, your chest rising and falling with steady breaths.
He thinks of how tired you must be, after everything. Your apartment and dealing with the aftermath both emotionally and physically, working long shifts most days to keep your bank account full.
Steve, though he doesnât let himself look too deep into it, also thinks of how beautiful you are. Now and always.
Not wanting you to get a kink in your neck from the position, Steve decides to rouse you from sleep as gently as possible. He slips a hand under your head to keep it steady and maneuvers himself to kneel in front of you.
âHey, angel,â he almost whispers, thumb dragging across your cheek. âCâmon, letâs get you to bed.â
Your nose scrunches and you grumble, but after some coaxing, you blink your eyes open and squint at Steve. You blame your half-asleep mind on the way you nuzzle into his palm. âHmm?â
âYou fell asleep.â
âOh, sorry,â you mumble.
Steve laughs softly. âDonât be sorry, I just didnât want you to be uncomfortable.â
The warmth of his hand leaves your cheek as he stands and holds his hands out for you to grab. He pulls you up off the couch and starts leading you towards the stairs.
You knuckle at your eyes on the way, a tiny smile gracing your face at how sweet Steveâs being. As if you havenât fallen asleep on his couch plenty of times before.
Still sleepy, you stumble a little on the stairs, but Steve catches you easily with an arm around your waist and a small âCareful.â
He leaves his arm there the rest of the way to whatâs become your bedroom, guiding you over to the bed and lifting the covers for you.
Tomorrow, youâll regret not brushing your teeth or washing your face before climbing in bed. But today, you donât feel like risking not being able to sleep again if you wake yourself up further.
Youâre practically asleep again by the time youâre settled with your head on the pillow as Steve tugs the blankets over you.
Youâre just awake enough to feel the light press of his lips on your forehead and a soft âGoodnight, angelâ against your skin before he leaves the room and shuts the door behind him.
-
On a random Thursday that you and Steve both have off, he convinces you to let him take you to the mall.
âWe should go shopping,â he says when you walk into the kitchen. Itâs a little later in the morning, having slept in since itâs a day off, the sun slipping through the window in warm beams.
You raise your eyebrows at him. âLike, groceries?â
âNo, like shopping shopping. You know, the mall?â
You lean against the kitchen island, the countertop cool on your back where it touches the sliver of skin between your tank top and sleep shorts. Steve has his shoulder against the fridge, his arms crossed over his chest, the sleeves of his t-shirt tight against his muscles. Not that youâre looking.
You squint at him, trying to find his motive on his face. âYou literally buy whatever the mannequins are wearing to avoid shopping.â
âThatâs what theyâre there for!â The sass in his voice has you biting back a smile. âYou need new clothes,â he continues, âand I need to get out of this house.â
âWe can do something else, Steve,â you say. âI thought you hated shopping.â
âWell, I donât hate you.â Thereâs a pause, Steveâs eyes lowering to that sliver of skin above your shorts. He flicks them back to your face quickly, hoping you didnât notice, because even heâs not sure what compelled his eyes to wander. âPlus, Eddie called me a hermit the other day and I really canât stand for that, can I?â
âOhhh,â you ignore the way your skin suddenly feels warm beneath his gaze, âso you need to make a public appearance to prove Eddie wrong?â
âExactly. Weâll replace some of the things you lost and restore my reputation. Two birds, one stone, right angel?â
So thatâs how youâd ended up at the mall. After Starcourt burnt down, the closest place was a couple towns over, and Steve (as always) offered to drive.
He lets you pick the music the entire way, sings along when you hold your water bottle by his mouth like a microphone, even attempts to harmonize with you which just ends in laughter because neither of you sounded that great.
Youâre a couple of stores in, and Steveâs been complaint-free so farâwhich makes sense, since this was his idea, but youâve caught him side-eyeing some things, so you know heâs got some remarks in his head he just hasnât said out loudâand follows you around as you browse. You try not to take too long, because you canât imagine that this is any fun for him.
âHow about that one?â Steve asks, pointing at one of the dresses hanging along the storeâs wall.
Heâd seen your apartment, though that was a bit ago, and he remembered what youâd lost the most of, along with the type of stuff you like. He pays attention like that, in small, quiet ways that you think mean the most.
He knows you. He cares enough to know you.
âYeah, thatâs really pretty, actually,â you admit.
At your approval, Steve grabs one in your size (which he also just happens to know) and adds it to the couple of things heâd already been holding for you. Every time you picked something up, he was quick to snatch it from you, telling you it was âtoo hard to browse with your hands full.â
After making your way through the rest of the store, you decided to head back to try things on, holding out a hand for the stuff Steveâs holding. âYou can wait out here, Iâll be quick.â
âHold on,â he says, holding the hangers out of your reach. âWhy do you think Iâm here, angel? I wanna help you pick.â
âSeriously?â
âYes, seriously. Give me a fashion show, yeah?â
âOh my God,â you mumble, letting him follow you to the fitting rooms.
Theyâre hidden behind the back wall of the store, a hallway painted bright blue with pink changeroom doors on one side, and white benches along the other.
âHi there,â an employee with auburn hair greets you both, her smile wide and kind, though you know itâs a practiced one. Customer service smile. âHow many you got there, darling?â
âOh, um,â you turn back towards Steve, whoâs counting the hangers in his hand. âFive.â
âPerfect!â The girl takes the key hanging around her neck and unlocks one of the rooms for you. She takes the clothes from Steve and hangs them up inside for you, then turns to the two of you and says, âYour man can have a seat right here. We call them the âboyfriend benches.ââ
âHeâs not my-â
âThanks,â Steve says, cutting off your correction because for some reason he didnât want you to correct her.
Did he⌠like the idea of being your boyfriend?
Fuck. No. He just didnât want you to have to explain the whole situation in your rambly way. Thatâs all.
The redhead smiles again, âHoller if you need anything,â she says before walking off.
You stand there for a second, something like confusion on your face. Did it look like you were boyfriend and girlfriend?
âCome on,â Steve says, snapping the both of you out of whatever that was. âShow me what youâve got.â
âI can't believe youâre making me do this,â you say, walking into the fitting room and shutting the door.
You try on a couple of sweaters first, and Steve feels the fabric both times, making sure that itâs not scratchy on your skin. Then, thereâs just some basic t-shirts that arenât all that exciting, but Steve says they look nice anyway.
Finally, you get to the dress he picked out.
It really was pretty. A midi-length with a ruffled hem and straps that tie into little bows on your shoulders. You donât always feel good in your clothes. Sometimes you wish you could crawl out of your skin when you look into the mirror, but right now, you donât hate what you see.
You actually like it.
âWell?â Steve calls softly from the bench.
In response, you open the door and step out so he can see you.
Steveâs seen you in plenty of dressesâhell, you went to prom togetherâbut for some reason this one makes his heart beat just a little bit quicker. Maybe itâs simply the fact that it looks great on you, or the way youâre smiling shyly as he looks you over.
Or, maybe itâs because heâs the one who picked it.
He stands up, spinning his finger in the air in a gesture for you to twirl. You roll your eyes but do it anyway, and he canât take his eyes off of you. The hallway of fitting rooms isnât very big, so with both of you in it, youâre standing toe to toe, the gold flecks in the middle of Steveâs eyes and the faint freckles that dot his nose are visible from where you stand.
As if he canât help it, Steve lifts a finger and dips it beneath the strap on your shoulder. Not moving it or undoing it, just gliding along your skin where it sits.
âYou look beautiful,â he says. His voice goes all quiet and soft when he says it, and his eyes widen a tiny bit, like he hadnât meant it to slip out that way. It sounded⌠more than friendly. He clears his throat and steps back as much as he can in the small space, his finger leaving your skin. âI have great taste. Clearly.â
You blink at him, then shake yourself out of it as much as you can. âYeah. Donât let it get to your head.â You lift the tag where it hangs by your armpit and look at the price. You gasp and swat Steveâs arm. âSteve! Why would you let me walk into a place so expensive?â
You probably shouldâve looked at the tag beforehand, but here you are. Steve, shrugging exaggeratedly, says, âI didnât know!â
âOkay, Iâm gonna change before she comes back. We can make a run for it.â
âWeâre not stealing.â
âI know, but they look at you all judgemental when you try stuff on and donât buy something. Trust me.â
You turn and go back into the fitting room to put on your own clothes, taking a look at the dress in the mirror one last time before shaking your head at yourself.
Steve, however, takes the opportunity to leave you and head back out into the store. He finds the dress easily and grabs another one in your size from the rack and heads to the cashier.
Heâs just finishing up, bag in hand, when you walk out and meet him at the front of the store.
âFor you,â he says, holding out the bag for you to take.
âSteveâŚâ You grab it and look inside. Your chest aches when you see the dress, your heart suddenly too full and your stomach fluttering stupidly. âYou didnât have to do that. I wouldâve been fine with something from the Gap.â
âI know that,â he says, a hand lifting to scratch at the back of his neck. Itâs a nervous tick of his, and the thought of him being nervous right now makes you melt even more. âI wanted to get it for you. You looked too pretty in it not to have it.â
Your eyes catch his, and again, something passes between you that you donât think youâve ever felt before. A fizzle, a spark.
You rock back on your feet, looking down at the ground before meeting his eyes again. Theyâre so fucking soft it makes you wonder how lucky you have to be to have him in your life. Being your best friend, driving you to work even when he doesnât have a shift, offering you a place to stay, buying you a dress.
Heâs the sweetest boy youâve ever known.
âWell,â you twist the straps of the bag around your fingers just to keep them busy. âThank you, Steve. This is really nice.â
His knuckle traces down your arm just once, featherlight. âYouâre welcome, angel.â
You donât buy anything else after that, instead stopping at the food court for fries, stealing from each otherâs baskets, smiling and slapping hands away.
Itâs the best day youâve had in a while.
-
You donât think anything you do will convey just how grateful you are that Steve has been so kind to you. Always, but especially now. Letting you stay with him and refusing to let you pay rent. (âI donât even pay rent, and I live here all the time.â)
But, this morning, youâve decided youâre gonna try.
Steveâs favorite meal of the day happens to be breakfast, which is funny, considering he usually eats something as simple as cereal. Heâd told you once that it was because, as a kid, breakfast was the most peaceful of meals, his parents too busy getting ready for work or wherever they were going that heâd have the kitchen table to himself.
Lunch was usually spent at school, and Steve was never a fan of school to begin with. Then there was dinner, which his parents (when they were home) still wanted to have all together. Theyâd ask him questions and make backhanded comments about every single answer he gave. He never won at dinner.
So, breakfast was, and has remained, his favorite.
You made sure to get up early enough to give yourself time to get everything ready before he wakes up. Steveâs usually the one making the coffee in the morning, and you figured the least you could do was give him a break.
Yesterday, while Steve had been at work, you went over to the Wheelerâs and asked Nancy if you could borrow their waffle maker. Sheâd directed the question to her mother, who went and grabbed it for you and handed it over with a smile. You promised to take good care of it and have it back in a couple of days.
By the time Steve walks into the kitchen, youâve already made the batter and set out the toppingsâberries, maple syrup, whipped creamâlike a buffet. However, he just so happens to come in as youâre swearing at the waffle maker.
âStupid fucking thing,â you mutter, trying to open it.
Steve smiles to himself before saying, âMorning, angel.â
You jump at his voice, not having heard him walk in. When you turn around, your heart beats for a different reason.
Steveâs still only in his pajama pants, plaid and soft, hanging low on his hips. And heâs shirtless, his chest smattered with hair and his skin a little tanned from the sun. Heâs got beauty marks all over, like a constellation you could chart, and his abs are just visible beneath the soft of his stomach. A trail of hair leading to the waistband of his pants and disappearing beneath them.
Youâve seen Steve shirtless plenty of times. Swimming and sleeping over in the summer, in high school when you used to go to his practices, but it hits you harder for some reason this time.
The way his hair is still a mess from sleep, his eyes a bit heavy. The way it feels to be greeting him in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. Intimate. Domestic.
You clear your throat and turn back around to pry the waffle maker open, revealing a slightly burnt but otherwise good-looking waffle. âIâm making breakfast. Coffeeâs already in the pot, too.â
He walks over, his chest close to your back as he grabs a mug from the cabinet above you before heading over to pour himself a cup. He looks at the spread youâve prepared, âWaffles, huh? What did I do to deserve all this?â
âJust wanted to do something nice for you,â you say as Steve walks over to lean against the counter next to you, his hip barely touching yours. âTo thank you, in a way. For letting me stay and the dress and-â
âHow many times do I have to tell you to stop thanking me?â He says, though his voice is soft and still a bit rough from sleep. âI like having you around.â
âSo you donât want the waffles then?â
âOh, I want the waffles. I just donât want you to feel like you have to do anything for me. Itâs not some debt youâll owe me, angel.â
âWant you to know I appreciate you is all,â you say, pouring a new scoop of batter into the waffle maker.
Steve, unsure of what exactly possesses him to do so, dips in and presses a kiss to the apple of your cheek, his lips a whisper away from your skin when he says, âI appreciate you, too.â
Then he pulls away and moves to set the table. Like it was natural.
And it was, in a way. How you moved around each other in the kitchen. You leaning out of the way when he needed to reach something you were blocking, him putting a hand on your lower back when he walked behind you so you knew he was there.
Your cheek still tingles from where heâd kissed it when you bring the plate of waffles to the table, your skin somehow even warmer under his gaze, like heâs still remembering exactly how it felt, too.
You sit in the chair beside Steve, not noticing the way he tugs it a bit closer to him with his foot before you sit down. Soon enough, both of you are digging in. Steveâs got more whipped cream on his plate than waffle (you tell him as much) and youâve got your berries on the side the way you always do.
Neither of you work until later in the day, and itâs nice knowing that you can take your time. Steve tells you about the advice he gave Dustin about how to be âcoolerâ in school (heâd told him that being cool is completely overrated, he knew from experience, and that being himself is the most important). Youâd told him he was going soft with age.
You talk about anything at all. How Keith somehow manages both of your places of work, how he also somehow does both terribly. The way he says âif you have time to lean, you have time to cleanâ while literally having Cheeto dust on his fingers. Laughing at each otherâs impressions of him.
What the new highscores were at the arcade, what people were renting from Family Video.
You wonder what itâll be like when you have to leave. When youâre living alone again.
Logically, you know youâll still see Steve frequently, because heâs your favorite person and you canât remember the last time you went longer than a few days without hanging out. Still, itâll be different than right now, waking up in the same space and sharing breakfast and brushing your teeth side by side in the mirror.
Youâll miss it, you think.
Trying not to dwell on something thatâs still a few weeks away, you take another bite of your waffle. Steve catches your chin and wipes off a bit of whipped cream from the corner of your mouth, then pulling away and sucking it off his thumb.
He goes back to his own plate without a thought. Like touching you just now was an instinct.
Then, he teases you, âThese are a little crispy, angel. Maybe you should stick to letting me make breakfast in this household.â
You kick his leg under the table. âThatâs a funny way of saying âthank you,â Harrington.â
He kicks you back, much gentler than youâd been. âThank you.â
âThatâs what I thought.â
When you look at him, thereâs an easy, boyish smile on his face.
A similar one stretches across your own lips.
-
Steve has had the thought pop up into his head a couple of times, that maybe he shouldâve just asked you to live with him before you ever bought that apartment. Because having you around feels the most right things have ever felt in his house.
And though the circumstances of your moving in with him (temporarily, he has to remind himself), were far from ideal, he canât lie and say that he isnât glad that youâve ended up sharing his space.
The room across the hall will always be yours, even when you move back to your place.
He knows that you feel indebted to him for all of it, but if anyone owes the other something, he feels like itâs him. For everything youâve ever done for him. Sticking around even when he was an asshole in highschool, defending him to his parents whenever youâd cross paths, simply being the kind of friend he needed.
Even when youâre not around, he can picture your face, the way your smile spreads slowly until youâre fucking beaming. Worse, the way you cried into his chest that day at your apartment.
He remembers the crack in your voice when you spoke about that picture frame from summer camp. Though he hasnât seen you cry since, or even bring it up, heâs decided he wants to fix it. Heâd told you he would.
Dustin wound up roped into his plan: find a similar frame, decorate it the exact same way, and scour the photo albums in Steveâs room for his copy of that same picture.
When he was younger, the photo albums pissed him off, because they were purely for show. Pictures of his family that were all fake smiles. Now, heâs glad for them, because at least he has some good memories to look back on. To know it wasnât always all bad.
Steve probably shouldâve thought that one through, because when they looked through his albums, he was on the receiving end of relentless teasing from Dustin. (âDude, you have an insane boogie in this picture.â âI was four!â)
He hopes itâll be worth it.
Dustin was the one who found the picture theyâd been looking for, and he cheered and waved it in Steveâs face as if theyâd been racing.
Now, after driving Dustin back home, decorating the frame the way the two of you did as kids, trying to make his handwriting look like it did back then (which wasnât too difficult, âcause Steveâs writing still isnât that neat), heâs waiting for you to come downstairs before giving it to you.
Heâd picked you up after your shift at the arcade not too long ago, but he knows you like to shower and change as soon as you get home from work, so heâd taken the opportunity to wrap the frame and have it ready for you.
Steve can hear you singing in the shower, and he knows youâre done when it goes quiet. A few minutes later youâre walking down the stairs in a baggy t-shirt and silky sleep shorts.
His eyes, for some reason, linger on your legs for a second.
He stands up, frame in his hand, when you walk over. âI have something for you.â
âSteve! Stop buying me things. Seriously.â
âThis thing was free, so you canât even be mad,â he says, smiling almost sheepishly.
Your eyes search his face, flickering between his own and dipping down to his lips and his nose and back to his eyes. He looks⌠nervous.
Steveâs never nervous around you.
âOkay,â you say, shuffling on your feet. âWhat is it?â
âHere,â he hands you the poorly-wrapped frame. âOpen it.â
You scrunch your brows at him once, because you have no idea what it could be. It isnât your birthday, or any sort of holiday at all. With zero guesses, you look down at the light yellow wrapping paper in your hands and slowly tear it open.
What you find makes your eyes grow misty, tears pooling at your lash line but not quite falling.
Itâs your favorite picture, the one of you and Steve in those stupid neon shirts with messy hair and dirt on your hands. Only now, itâs not water damaged, and the frame is new, but decorated just like the old one. You run your thumbs over the glass lightly, smiling down at little you and little Steve.
When you look back up at him, heâs already looking at you, his brown eyes all warm, his smile kind but also worried, waiting for your reaction.
Seeing his face springs you into motion, jumping forward and wrapping your arms around his neck tightly with the frame still in your hand. âThank you,â you say into his skin.
Steveâs arms move to hold you around your waist without a thought. A reflex. They squeeze you close to him, his nose pressed into your damp hair, smelling your shampoo.
âItâs not perfect,â he says. âBut I know how much you love that picture, and I wanted to fix it.â
âSteve. Shut up. It is perfect.â
âIâm glad you think so,â he says, his thumbs running back and forth against your back.
You hug for what couldâve been minutes, but neither of you moves to pull away first. Youâre not sure if itâs still considered friendly to stand in each other's arms, breathing each other in, for so long, but you donât care at the moment.
This is probably the nicest thing anyoneâs done for you in a long, long time.
When you finally do pull away, you donât go far. Your arms stay slung over his shoulders, Steveâs hands framing your hips. His thumbs still dragging those sweet patterns against you.
âIâm keeping it forever,â you tell him.
âYou sure?â he asks.
âCertain. Youâll always be my best friend, Steve.â
âYouâll always be mine too, angel.â
Then, your eyes both move to each otherâs lips, yours flick back up in a second, startled at their wandering.
Steve, however, is a bit transfixed. He looks at the slope of your cupidâs bow, the way your lips are shiny from your lip balm. He thinks it quickly, like a gust of wind that canât be stopped: I really wanna kiss her right now.
Fuck. He wants to kiss his best friend.
He blinks a few times, clearing his throat and pulling back, letting his hands fall from your waist as yours slide off his shoulders. He misses the feel of your touch immediately, but heâs too freaked out and confused to do anything about it.
âWhat are you in the mood for tonight?â he asks, cutting off his own thoughts. âI brought back a horror and a comedy. Take your pick.â
âMmm,â he picks up two tapes from the coffee table and holds them up for you to choose from. âHorror. Unless youâre too scared?â
âYouâll just have to hold my hand, then, wonât you?â
âI guess I will.â
You look back at the picture while Steve puts the movie into the player. You smile at it every time you see it, because you can still see parts of Steve in him now that were in him then.
His eyes, always kind, the way he smiles when he laughs, and about a half hour into the movie, the way he holds your hand and squeezes it when heâs scared.
-
Youâre having one of those nights. The kind where sleep seems to be fighting you.
You worked a closing shift at the arcade, which usually lasts until late considering how long youâre open plus all of the cleaning you have to do afterwards. Today was no different, and despite how much later you finish than him at Family Video, Steve waited and drove you home. He hung out in the arcade with you until close, actually.
Youâd think that after such a long day, the second your head hit the pillow youâd be out and breathing steadily. Today, that is not the case. You fell asleep for maybe an hour before a nightmare woke you up. You canât quite remember what happened, only that youâd been yelling for Steve and he wasnât there.
Groaning quietly, you rub your eyes and toss the blankets away. You stand up and head down to the kitchen in the dark, hand trailing along the walls to make sure you donât bump into anything.
Just as youâre pouring yourself a glass of water, you hear the shuffle of sleepy footsteps coming into the kitchen.
âHoly shit,â he says, walking over to grab a glass, one hand on his bare chest. âI thought you were a ghost or something just now.â
You shift out of the way to let him get some water just like you did, taking the second that heâs distracted to look at him. His hair a mess, wearing nothing but his boxers. You take a big sip from your glass.
âI feel like I should be offended right now,â you say, âif you think I look like a ghost.â
âShut up,â he says, dragging out the second word. His voice being rough from sleep makes his words sound much warmer than they are. âMy eyes arenât awake yet. Nothing to do with you, angel.â
You shake your head, though thereâs a soft smile on your face the way there always seems to be when you try to be annoyed with Steve. You tilt your head at him, asking, âCouldnât sleep?â
He shakes his head. âBeen tossing and turning. Just canât get comfortable, then I got pissed âcause I couldnât get comfortable and only made it worse.â
âYou would get pissed at that. Probably slapped your pillow like it was at fault.â
He folds his lips inwards and blinks at you. Because he did smack his pillow and call it a dipshit. âWhy do you know everything? Spying on me?â
âHate to say it, but youâre getting predictable, Harrington.â You shrug, then move to put your now empty glass in the dishwasher. âI know you too well.â
He looks at you, your hair falling across your shoulders, your pajama shorts riding up a little as you bend down. The moonlight slipping through the window seems to hit you perfectly. Like a halo.
Fitting, he thinks. Youâre his angel, after all.
âYeah, you do,â he agrees. Then, âWhat about you? Whyâre you up?â
âNightmare. Been forever since I had one.â
âYou okay?â he asks, trailing a knuckle over your shoulder, pushing your hair behind it.
âYeah,â you say, skin tingling where heâd touched you. âI can't even remember most of it, but now my brain wonât let me sleep.â
Steve wishes he couldâve protected you from whatever haunted you in your sleep. Itâs silly, he knows, to think he might be able to ward away anything that hurts you, but he wants to, nonetheless.
He thinks about how comfortable he is whenever you cuddle during movie night. Your head on his shoulder or his chest, his hand on your back or waist.
So, he blurts, âWhy donât you sleep over?â
You furrow your brows at him, âUm, Iâve been sleeping over. A couple of weeks now, actually.â
âNo, I mean, like in my room with me,â he says, suddenly shy at the idea. Heâs grateful for the darkness, because he can feel his cheeks warming up. âA proper sleepover.â
Youâve done it before. Shared a bed a bunch of times, but for some reason your heart jumps when he says it. Your stomach swirls as you say, maybe a little too quickly, âOkay.â
Steveâs eyes widen like heâs surprised, just for a split second, before a soft smile takes over his face. He holds out a hand for you to take, âCâmon.â
Soon enough, Steveâs lifting his navy bedspread for you, letting you slip into bed next to him. He stays further away at first, letting you settle and lay on your side the way he knows you always do.
You blame sleepinessâor, maybe, the lack thereofâfor the way you reach behind you for his arm and tug him closer, draping it over your own waist.
He obliges, of course, his arm securing itself across your stomach, palm spread out and warm against your sleep shirt. His chest is only a breath away from your back, though he keeps his lower half a little more distanced.
His thumb runs circles over your shirt, once, twice, three times before stilling, his forehead pressing to the back of your neck.
âGoodnight, angel,â he says into your hair.
Your hand splays itself on top of his. âNight, Steve.â
And suddenly your eyes grow heavier, and sleep doesnât feel like much of a battle anymore.
-
You wake up the most rested youâve felt in a while. Thereâs warmth surrounding you, but not the uncomfortable kind. The kind that feels safe.
Somehow, you and Steve are even closer than youâd been when you fell asleep. His arm is still around your waist, his other outstretched and tucked beneath your head like a pillow. His chest is flush to your back, and you can feel it expand with every breath he takes.
Most differently of all, however, is the way his hips are snug against the curve of your butt. And you can feel him hard against you.
Your skin feels even warmer than before when you notice.
Steve hasnât woken up yet, you donât think, because the faintest snores are getting puffed out against your shoulder where his face is tucked. His hand on your stomach has worked its way beneath your shirt, though, and his fingertips press against your skin, like heâs fighting to keep you close.
As if youâd go anywhere even in your sleep.
His knee is tucked between your legs, and youâre quickly realizing that itâd be pretty impossible to get out of bed without him noticing. Youâre completely tangled together, a knot of limbs somehow fitting together just right. Like two puzzle pieces.
In his sleep, Steveâs mouth presses against the back of your shoulder, and only when you involuntarily shiver at the contact, does he stir.
It takes Steve a bit to really wake up, mumbling words that donât make sense, scrunching his eyes shut even further before blinking them open. Heâs met with the sight of you right in front of him. Body curved perfectly against his.
âSteve? You awake?â you ask, checking.
âMhm,â he hums.
Then, something that has his cheeks flushing pink, he registers the feeling of his boner pressed against your ass. He shuffles them back enough so thereâs space between you. âFuck. Sorry.â
âItâs okay,â you say. Because he canât control the way his body reacts while heâs asleep.
âI didnât think-â he cuts himself off, because heâs not quite sure how to say I didnât think about the whole morning wood factor or that Iâd fucking plaster myself to you when I suggested a sleepover without sounding stupid. Instead, he just repeats, âIâm sorry.â
You twist yourself around to face him, sheets crumpling and twisting as you move. When you settle back onto the pillow and look at his face, at the redness on his cheeks and the tips of his ears, you squeeze his hand thatâs now laying between you.
âItâs okay, really,â you say. âItâs, like, anatomy. Youâre human, Steve.â
âI donât want you to think I invited you to sleep in here for some pervy reason,â he says, scrunching his nose when he says it.
âI donât think that at all,â you tell him. You squeeze his hand again. âWeâve shared a bed like, a hundred times by now. If anything Iâm surprised this hasnât happened already.â
âOh my God,â he groans, shutting his eyes and pushing his face into the pillow.
âSteve,â you drag out his name, fighting a giggle at the way heâs acting. Heâs got a reputation, after all, and how shy and embarrassed he seems to be doesnât reflect the things you heard about him in high school. Heâs changed a lot since then. âItâs seriously fine. We can pretend it never happened. Promise.â
Steve pulls his face from the pillow, eyes catching yours as his fingers squeeze yours back in appreciation. He lets his eyes wander a bit, at the messy bits of your hair around your face from sleeping, the marks in your cheek from the pillowcase, the way your sleep shirt has fallen off your shoulder.
He feels lucky to get to see you this way, right after youâve woken up. Vulnerable, unguarded, beautiful.
Itâs during this small stretch of silence that you realize how close your faces are now. Youâre sharing a pillow, his nose not even an inch from yours. Shift forward the slightest bit, and theyâd be touching. Your eyes trail down to his mouth, to the visible patch of chest hair and the freckles that dot his skin. Heâs already looking right at you when your eyes flick back upwards.
You know Steve, could tell what heâs feeling just from the look on his face, but this is one youâve never seen before. At least, not directed at you.
Steve moves first, his eyes a little darker than usual, shifting forward slightly, then looking at you. Daring you to make the next move.
âWhat if we didnât forget about it?â he says. Quiet and scratchy.
You donât have time to think before you move forward a bit, too. Your noses brush. âWhat would that mean?â
Steve doesnât answer with words. Rather, he moves forward the final bit and brushes his lips against yours in a question mark of a kiss, giving you time to pull away.
You donât.
Instead, the hand of yours that isnât still holding his comes up to the back of his neck, gently encouraging him to do it again. His free hand tightens at your waist as he dips in a second time.
It isnât as tentative now that youâve urged him on. His lips meet yours more sure, more firm, but still soft against you. Neither of you cares one bit about morning breath, or about what this might change. As if the morningâs haze slows time, minds still a little sleepy.
Youâre simply acting on instinct. And this feels too right to stop.
Soon enough it grows more heated, Steve shifting to hover over you, his elbows pushing into the mattress to hold himself up, his tongue sneaking out to lick against the seam of your lips for permission.
Just as you open up for him, the blaring sound of Steve's alarm cuts you off, pulling back with a gasp. He simply leans up on one arm and slams the snooze buttonâand you laugh, you laugh, at how hard he hits itâbefore diving back into you.
You feel hot all over, where one of Steveâs hands has moved to cup your jaw, his thumb running delicately against your face as his mouth moves against yours, practically devouring you. Where the blankets are still over your lower halves, trapping in heat. When he pulls back, looks into your eyes, fucking smiles all dopey and pretty, and then kisses you again.
Itâs so good, youâre almost angry at yourself for not kissing him sooner.
You kiss until his alarm goes off again and Steve's forced to pry himself away from you, groaning about being on his âlast tardy warningâ from Keith.
Still, he takes the time to kiss your forehead on his way out, Family Video vest slung over his shoulder, calling a sweet, âbye, angel,â on his way out. His hairâs still a mess from your fingers, and he doesnât even seem to mind.
You stay in his bed longer than you probably should, blinking up at the ceiling, fingers pressed against your lips like youâre searching for physical proof that everything was real.
What the fuck just happened?
-
Itâs been a couple of weeks, and Steve canât stop thinking about that kiss. He doesnât know it, but you canât stop thinking about it either.
Neither of you have brought it up, and things have faded back to normal as if it had never happened. But you and Steve are both thinking the same things without knowing it. How good and natural and easy it felt, how, every now and then, you think about doing it again.
You talk and joke and watch movies and eat meals together the same way you always have, and itâd be so easy to stay that way, to never kiss again. But then, what if you could stay that way and kiss? Wouldnât that be something close to perfect?
You lay awake thinking about it every few nights. Because, when you really reflect on your life and how intertwined it is with Steveâs, you realize that youâve sort of always acted like a couple, minus the kissing and sex aspect. You go on what could easily be classified as datesâthe movies, lunch or dinnerâyou cuddle on the couch almost nightly, and youâve never shied away from physical touch with one another. Held hands, a palm on your back.
You havenât brought it up with Steve because you havenât even come to terms with it yourself. Feelings are so fucking confusing and messy and youâd like to have a better idea of whatâs going on in your own head before asking him about his.
Meanwhile, Steve has allowed himself to come to terms with it. Heâs in love with you.
Heâs pretty sure he has been for a while. Months, maybe even years.
It hadnât come easily, though. It was nights spent similarly to yours, running through interactions youâve had and the way he felt that one time in senior year when you went on a date with some guy from your math class. Even then, a part of him felt wrong about it, that pit in his gut.
Then there were his shifts with Robin at Family Video where heâd practically spilled everything just to get her opinion. She looked up and sighed âthank youâ before saying that it was nice of him to finally catch on.
Had he really been that obvious? All this time? And had he really been that oblivious to his own feelings?
Steve canât answer those questions. He canât say when his love for you changed from platonic to romantic, he just knows that it has and he doesnât think heâll ever come back from it.
Youâre his best friend in the entire world, the prettiest girl heâs ever seen, and he canât picture himself loving anyone but you so wholly.
Heâs fucking terrified of losing you, but heâs also terrified of never telling you how he feels and testing that what if.
So, like a desperate idiot, he knocks on the door to Eddieâs trailer.
Eddie opens it after a minute and what sounded like him stubbing his toe, âoh, hey Harrington. More weed?â
âNo, shut up. I need your help.â
âYou,â Eddie points at Steve, then at himself, âneed my help for something? Are you ill?â
âOkay,â Steve, dramatic and bitchy as usual, sighs and mutters something about this being a stupid idea and turns to leave.
âCome on,â Eddie laughs, âIâm just joking. Whatâs up?â
Soon enough, Steveâs sitting on Eddieâs couch, Eddie pacing in front of the coffee table like this is a very serious matter, and telling him pretty much everything. Your kiss, the train of thought it sparked.
âBasically Iâm in love with her and I have no clue what to do,â Steve finishes, sinking back into the couch cushions. It squeaks as he shifts.
Eddie pauses, tugging at his bottom lip between his fingers, then looks at Steve and says, âYou know Iâve never dated anyone in my life, right?â
Steve groans into his hands, âWhy do all of my friends have to be losers with no dating lives.â
Eddie ignores that, because he can tell how affected Steve actually is by all of this. How much he cares. He walks over and sits down on the opposite end of the couch. âHave you ever thought of, I donât know, telling her how you feel?â
Steve rests his elbows on his knees, leaning forward and letting his head hang for a moment before picking it up. âOf course I have, but Iâm fuckinâ scared.â
âWhatâs the worst that could happen?â
âUm, she could reject me and not feel the same way and everything would be awkward because I ruined it and Iâd lose my best friend in the entire world.â
âWhat if she does feel the same?â Eddie asks.
Heâs both yours and Steveâs friend, heâs been around the both of you together. Heâs seen the way you look at each other. Eddie might not be an expert, but itâs always looked a lot like love to him. Heâs pretty sure the chances of you feeling the same are quite high.
âWhat do you mean?â
âWhat if she does feel the same and you never figure it out because youâre too afraid?â Eddie says. âMan, donât you think that risk is worth taking?â
Steve thinks about it, and as much as he hates to admit it, Eddieâs right. Heâd hate to always wonder, to lose out on the chance to really be with you when he knows it could be so good.
You are worth the risk to him.
âWhen the fuck did you become so wise, Munson?â
âDunno,â Eddie shrugs. âWanna smoke?â
Steve laughs, âYes I do.â
-
With Steve gone at work and you off for the day, thereâs been too much room for your thoughts to creep in. Too much silence.
Youâve already been thinking about things so much. Thinking about him so much, that in his absence, your mind seemed to work overtime to fill in the gaps.
You thought about the day he picked you up from your apartment, how quick he was to drop whatever heâd been doing and come over and help you and take you home with him. The day he took you shopping and bought you a dress because he thought you looked pretty in it, the way his fingers fiddled with the strap on your shoulder when you tried it on for him.
The day he gifted you a remade version of your favorite picture from summer camp because he knew how much it meant to you, the way you held on to each other afterwards.
How youâd been waiting for him to get home that night he went to Eddieâs, just to make sure he was okay. How when he came in, he smiled at the sight of you curled on the couch, and he kissed your cheek when he walked by like it was the easiest thing in the world.
Your brain knew he was high, you could smell the weed mingling with his cologne on his clothes when he leaned in close, but your heart didnât care about that. It thumped in your chest the second he leaned in closer, even worse when his lips touched your cheek.
The realization hits you now like a shock, a quick zip of electricity running through your system. You fucking love him.
Sure, youâve loved Steve practically your whole life, but this was different. You love him, love him. Like, you want to kiss him when he comes home from work and in the morning. You want him to introduce you as his girlfriend and to be able to call him your boyfriend.
You feel stupid for not realizing it sooner, because looking back on things now, knowing how you feel, you can see it written throughout your entire friendship. Holding hands and kissing foreheads and hands pushing hair away from faces.
For a second, youâre purely happy, because you get to be in love with your best friend and it feels as warm and sweet as sunlight. Then, the fear creeps in, and youâre scared. Scared of losing him, of making things weird, of change and doing the wrong thing.
So scared that you start to panic and pack up some of your things in your bag like youâre running away.
Truthfully, youâre not sure what else to do. Youâve never been in love before, youâve never known it this wayâso kind and unconditional. And your parents sure as hell didnât set a good example for you. Theyâd fight, and someone would leave with the slam of a door, and then theyâd be back and the cycle would continue.
Youâre scared and confused and your instincts are telling you to run away even though the only place you really wanna be is with Steve. In his arms.
Youâre stuffing clothes into your bag just to keep your hands busy, breathing hard and fast, when you hear the front door open and close. Steveâs quick to find you, his eyes scanning your room and then looking at you. âWhat are you doing?â
You feel like you might cry just looking at him. His brown eyes worried but warm as always, his hands stuffed into his pockets like heâs nervous.
âI thought you werenât supposed to be home until later,â you say, hoping he canât hear the shake in your voice.
âIt was dead, so Keith let me off early. I-â Steve furrows his brows, âare you leaving?â
You nod. âIâve been in your way long enough.â
âI told you, youâre never in my way.â Steve knows you, and he loves you, and he can tell that thereâs something going on. That youâre panicked and trying to get away from whatever it is. He cares too much to let that happen. âI want you to stay.â
You want to stay, too. You just donât know what comes next, and that unknown, the lack of control, of familiarity, it makes your hands shake.
Your mind doesnât work the same when youâre afraid.
âGive me one good reason why I should stay, Steve. Iâve been taking up your space for weeks and-â
âBecause I love you.â Steve cuts you off. He hadnât planned on telling you this way, he wanted it to be romantic and perfect but he canât wait any longer. Especially not when youâre trying to run away. âIâm in love with you. And I want you here.â
You immediately stop in your tracks, blinking up at him like youâre not sure youâd heard him correctly. âYou- what?â
âI love you. Romantically. And I think I have for a really long time.â
âYouâre not high again, are you?â You ask, your eyes a little misty.
Steve walks over to you and grabs both of your hands in his, making sure youâre looking at him, at the sincerity written all over his face, when he says, âCompletely sober. I fucking love you and I want you to keep living with me, because this house doesnât really feel like home unless youâre in it.â
âWhat about when my apartment is ready?â
He squeezes your hands. âStay then, too. Stay forever.â
You look up at him, his hair falling over his forehead, his eyes so honest, a tentative smile on his mouth. The only boy youâve ever loved.
You feel silly for trying to escape this when this is how itâs turning out. Steve had been brave just now, telling you he loves you and he wants you to stay, so you decide to be brave, too.
Itâs easier than you thought it would be to say: âI love you, too, Steve. I feel the same. I only just realized it and freaked out. Iâm so scared of losing you, is all.â
âYou wonât. Not ever.â
You tip your chin up to kiss him after he says it, because you can. You pour your feelings into it, and Steve returns your kiss as if itâs one heâs known for years. Itâs slow, and deep, and sweet, and so full of love youâre practically overflowing with it.
The two of you only pull away when you need a breather. Steve doesnât go far, resting his forehead against yours.
âSo what happens now?â You ask.
âWell, weâve been acting like a couple for a while, I think, so we stay the same. Mostly. Except now I get to call you my girlfriend-â
âUm, Iâm pretty sure youâre supposed to ask me first.â
He lets go of one of your hands and pushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his knuckle running lovingly across your cheek. âMy angel girl, will you be my girlfriend?â
Your grin is wide and lovesick and cheesy and you donât care one bit. âYeah, yes I will. Boyfriend.â
âAnd, being your boyfriend means I get to do this.â
He kisses you once more. And you donât ever want to not be kissing him again.
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summary: you've been helping your neighbor, gojo satoru, out by babysitting megumi. when megumi's catches the flu, gojo relies on you for help.
a.n.: megumi is ~4-5 years old, and is extremely attached to you. a little angsty, mostly fluffy, a sprinkle of smut at the end. cursing, female reader.
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The first time Megumi got sick, Gojo panicked. Not the frantic, frenzied sort of panic, but the quiet, desperate kind that he did his best to hide. But you noticed it - the way his fingers trembled, the way he barely looked you in the eye, the way he repeatedly ran his hands through his hair.
It was usually you who made the elevator trip up to Gojoâs high-rise loft to babysit Megumi a couple of days a week. Thatâs why it took you aback to see him at your door at 11:53 at night, looking stricken as he told you Megumi refused to eat all day and started throwing up.Â
You followed him to his place immediately, your heart squeezing at the sight of Megumi bundled up in his bed, his little face scrunched up in discomfort.
âHey sweetie, youâre not feeling so good?â you cooed, kneeling as you placed your cheek against his warm forehead. He shook his head, though his flushed cheeks and labored breathing were enough confirmation that he was sick.
âHeâs running a fever. Probably a cold, but you should take him to the ER just in case,â you told Gojo, watching as his shoulders tensed. He was slightly older than you, but still young to have a child; you could imagine how anxious he was feeling about Megumiâs first ER visit.
âI can come with you,â you offered, watching his shoulders relaxed ever so slightly.
âPlease,â he said lowly, looking at you like you were his salvation.
You made quick work changing Megumi out of his sweat-soaked clothes and prepared a small bag of his favorite snacks and toys. You caught a glance at Gojoâs awe-stricken face before you scooped Megumi into your arms and followed Gojo to his car.Â
The silence in the car ride was heavy, Gojoâs stress was obvious in the way he gripped the steering wheel so hard his fingertips turned white.
âHeâll be okay. Iâll be here until he is,â you said gently.
His eyes flicked to you for a second before he swallowed roughly. He nodded, murmuring his thanks before you lost him to his thoughts.
Megumi was seen within the hour, the perfect patient as he allowed himself to be examined without a fuss (As long as you held his hand the entire time).
âItâs the stomach flu, pretty common for this time of the year. Iâll send you home with some medications, just be sure to keep him hydrated,â the doctor said.
âLet mom and dad take care of you, alright Megumi? Youâll get better in no time,â she said kindly, patting his head as he nodded sleepily. You looked at Gojo, waiting for him to correct her. But he didnât.
As soon as she left the room, Gojo sank into the chair, exhaling heavily as he placed his head in his hands. It was strange to see a man so proud and confident to look soâŚtired. So human.
You stood between his legs, gingerly laying your hand on his shoulder.
âSee? Megumi will be just fine,â you said, swiping your thumb back and forth over his skin.
âItâs been a long time since Iâve felt scared like that,â he admitted, reaching up to cover your hand with his.
âItâs how you know youâre a parent,â you said, moving your hand to cup his cheek.
He finally looked up at you, a mixture of relief, exhaustion, and something else painted in those eyes of his. You watched him wordlessly as he leaned into your touch, his long lashes fanning across his cheeks.Â
After a beat, his eyes snapped open, looking downwards as a sleepy Megumi tugged at his pant leg.
âHome now please?â he asked groggily, barely able to keep himself upright.
The two of you laughed as Gojo lifted him into his arms, Megumi settling his head on Gojoâs shoulder.Â
âLetâs go home,â he said, wrapping his jacket around Megumi. You couldâve sworn he was looking at you as he said it, though.
~
Sick Megumi was unexpecedly clingy. The first few times you babysat him, you were taken aback by how quiet and independent he was. Most kids his age demanded constant attention, but he was happy to be left alone with his two dogs. You did find out that shadowpuppets was a surefire way to get him to laugh, though.Â
You tried getting Megumi to rest in his bedroom, but as soon as the preschooler realized you werenât right next to him, heâd get up to wander Gojoâs loft, tearfully calling your name until he found you. That's why you decided to settle down on the leather recliner in the living room, Megumi asleep on your chest with a blanket draped over the two of you. You were immersed in your Kindle before the sound of the front door unlocking dragged you back to reality.
Gojos strolled in, stopping in his tracks when he noticed the two of you. His sharp eyes eyes softened as he approached.
âWelcome home. Youâre back early,â you greeted quietly, your heartbeat quickening as Gojo lowered himself to a crouching position so he could sneak a look at Megumiâs face.
His eyes flickered to yours, full of emotion you couldnât quite place. He swept a few strands out of Megumiâs eyes, studying him like he needed to confirm that he was breathing.
âI may or may not have snuck away,â Gojo mused, eyes full of warmth and mischief.
âCareful, or this one will begin picking up some bad habits,â you teased, rubbing Megumiâs back as he stirred.
âNah, heâs too much of a goody-two-shoes. Besides, there are more important things than work,â he said fondly, and the way his eyes flowed between the two of you while he talked, it felt like he was talking about you too.
You averted your eyes as you blushed, thankful that Megumi chose that moment to wake up.Â
His little fists rubbed against his half-closed eyes, looking between you and Gojo like he was wondering if he was dreaming.Â
He reached his hands out towards Gojo, who readily scooped him into his arms.
âAlright, Iâll get going then. I already gave him his meds and a bath so he should be okay for the rest of the night,â you said, gathering your things as you sat up.
You leaned forward to kiss Megumi goodbye, only to be stopped by the tears welling up in his eyes and the grip his hand had on your own.
âDonât go,â he said, almost making you cry with how sad and adorable he was.Â
âNot fair Megumi. You donât even cry when I leave,â Gojo teased, rubbing his back as you laughed.
âGojo is home now my love, Iâll see you tomorrow though! Iâll already be here by the time you wake up,â you promised, wiping the tears from his soft cheeks.
Megumi sniffed as he shook his head, reaching his arms out towards you. You took him back into your arms, giggling at Gojoâs feigned hurt expression.
âIâm hurt, Megumi,â he said, making a show of wiping fake tears from his face.
âOh no, look how sad he is Megumi! Donât you want to spend some time with him?â you said, inching closer to Gojo, whose arms were outstretched.
Megumi looked at him for a second before shaking his head, burying his face in your neck.Â
You laughed even harder at Gojoâs expression, unable to find Megumi anything except utterly adorable.Â
âFine, I get it. I wouldâve chosen her too,â Gojo said, throwing you off with the affection in his smile.Â
âI can stay untill he falls asleep,â you mouthed to Gojo, hoping he could read your lips. He smiled at you before leaning into your space, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke.
âOr you could stay for dinner. As a friend, not a babysitter,â he whispered, sending shivers down your spine.Â
âI couldnât impose,â you replied, a bit more breathlessly than you intended.
âNonsense. Iâve been dying to cook you dinner while you sit prettily in that chair,â Gojo said, seemingly pleased at the blush revisiting your cheeks.Â
How could I say no to that?
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The sun had set long before you were finally able to get Megumi to bed for the night, the moonlight seeping into Gojoâs living room through the enormous windows.
You allowed yourself to sink down onto his couch, the exhaustion from the day wearing on you. Though Megumiâs fever finally broke, he could barely keep his food down today, forcing you to go back and forth bathing him, changing his bedsheets, and cooking different meals to see what he could stomach.
The click of the door being unlocked made you jump, the familiar sight of Gojo making you forget about how tired you were.
He sauntered towards you, looking so enraptured that he didnât speak a word.Â
You froze as you understood why. The usual modest clothes you had on were long forgotten after repeated trips to the bathtub to wash the vomit and sweat off Megumi. The chaos of the day left you in your underclothes -Â a thin tank top and cotton shorts - which Gojo seemed to be studying as though heâd never seen them before.
âWelcome home,â you began shyly, sitting up as you attempted to cover yourself with a pillow.
âSorry about the outfit. Long day,â you continued sheepishly.
Gojoâs eyes finally snapped up to yours, somehow making you feel more naked than ever.
âDonât worry about it,â he said, something unreadable in his tone.Â
He changed out of his work attire - taking off his watch, loosening his tie, and stripping off his jacket. Completely normal things to do when you get home. But he captivated your attention, unable to tear your eyes away from him.Â
âI canât believe Iâm jealous of a child,â he said to himself as he sat to join you on the couch, looking sinfully handsome with his hair tousled and the top buttons of his shirt undone.
âWhat do you mean?â you pressed, feeling your self-control begin to slip as you smelled as his cologne wafting towards you.
âMegumi gets to be with you all day. Gets to hug you, hold you, lay his head on your chest. Iâm jealous,â he drawled.
You heard it again. That voice in the back of your head begging you to give in to the pull you constantly felt towards Gojo.Â
You dared to inch closer, well aware of his gaze roving up and down your body.
âYou can do those things,â you said slowly, never breaking eye contact with him. And just like that, he snapped.
He was on you instantly, pinning you to the back of the couch as his lips moved against yours, desperate and demanding.Â
You kissed him back with the same fervor, shamelessly roving your hands over the smooth expanse of his chest, until you reached his hair. His silvery locks were just as silky as you expected, and you couldnât help yourself as you gave them a light tug.
The deep, guttural sound that came out of him sent a wave of pleasure throughout your body. You felt your breath leave you as Gojo laid you on your back, positioning himself between your legs.
âIâve wanted you since the day I saw you,â he murmured against your ear. His lips began moving from your jaw down your neck, causing you to gasp and squirm as he smiled against you.
âI kept myself on a tight leash for Megumiâs sake,â he started, trailing kisses across your shoulders.
âBut you in that outfit? Fuck, I knew it was over for me,â he said, pulling back to admire how flushed and breathless he made you.
You grabbed the edge of his collar, tugging his lips to yours to return the favor. You wrapped a leg around his waist, pulling him even closer to you, his ragged breathing music to your ears.
âFucking finally,â you said between kisses.
The sound of a thud coming from Megumiâs room caused you both to freeze. You rushed over to check on him, relieved to see he kicked his water bottle off his bed in his sleep. Sighing, you dragged the blanket back over his sleeping form, walking back to where Gojo sat on the couch.
His pupils were blown out, his lips bruised and swollen.Â
âMaybe we should continue another time, I donât wanna wake him up,â you said, surprised at Gojoâs lack of protest. Instead, he tugged you into his lap, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.
âFree your schedule next week. Megumiâs gonna spend a day with Uncle Nanami, and Iâm taking you out on a date. And weâre gonna end the night in my bedroom, where you can be as loud as you want.â
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period cramps
warning: fluff â soft!sylus taking care of you during your 1st day of period đŠˇ
main acc: @sushiyuzu
the cramps hit hard, making you double over in bed, clutching at your lower abdomen as the pain radiated through you. youâd tried everythingâheating pads, painkillers, lying in every position you could think ofâbut nothing seemed to ease the discomfort. it was one of those days where your period felt like a heavy weight on your body, and no matter how hard you tried to push through it, you just felt drained.
sylus had been in the other room, giving you space, but it wasnât long before you heard the soft padding of his feet as he came to check on you. you were curled up on your side, wrapped in blankets, but your face must have given away how much pain you were in.
he sat down on the edge of the bed, his crimson eyes filled with concern. âstill bad?â he asked softly.
you nodded, unable to muster the energy to say much. the cramps had you feeling so weak that even answering felt like a chore. instead, you just closed your eyes and tried to breathe through it.
sylus didnât push for more. instead, he slipped off his shoes and settled himself next to you, his large body filling the space on the bed. without a word, he placed his warm hand on your lower back, rubbing slow circles that were so gentle, you could almost melt into the touch.
âlet me help,â he whispered, his voice soothing.
you sighed, grateful for his presence. the way he rubbed your back felt like he was trying to massage the pain away, his hand firm but careful. âitâs just really bad today,â you finally murmured, your voice strained. ânothingâs helping.â
sylus frowned, a flash of frustration passing through his eyes. âi hate seeing you like this,â he admitted, his silver hair falling into his face as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your temple. âi wish i could take it all away.â
you felt the weight of his words in the warmth of his touch. he always hated seeing you in pain, especially when there was nothing he could do to fix it. but even in moments like this, when all he could offer was comfort, he did it with so much care that it almost made the pain more bearable.
he stood up briefly, disappearing into the bathroom before returning with a fresh heating pad. he carefully placed it against your lower stomach, adjusting it until it was in the perfect spot. the warmth immediately began to soothe the cramps, at least a little.
âhere,â he said softly, sitting back down beside you. âtry this.â
you gave him a weak smile, grateful for the gesture. âyouâre spoiling me,â you mumbled.
âyou deserve it, sweetie,â he replied without hesitation. âespecially when youâre feeling like this.â
he lay down beside you again, his arm wrapping protectively around your waist, pulling you close against his chest. his body was warm, solid, and the way he held you made you feel safe, like nothing else mattered but making sure you were okay.
âyou know,â he said after a few moments of silence, âi read that massaging certain spots can help with cramps.â
you raised an eyebrow, glancing up at him through tired eyes. âdid you really?â
he smirked, his crimson eyes twinkling with amusement. âi did. i looked it up earlier.â
âi canât believe you looked that up,â you muttered, feeling a soft laugh escape your lips despite the pain.
âiâll do whatever it takes,â he said with a shrug, then started gently kneading your lower back in slow, steady motions. âis this okay?â
you let out a long breath, feeling the tension in your muscles begin to ease under his touch. âyeah,â you whispered, closing your eyes. âthatâs perfect.â
his hands worked magic, applying just enough pressure to relax your aching muscles without causing more discomfort. he was slow, deliberate, as if every touch was meant to ease your pain, and you could feel yourself starting to relax under his care.
âjust let me take care of you, sweetie,â he murmured softly, his voice low and comforting. âyou donât have to do anything right now. just rest.â
you didnât argue. the combination of the heating pad and sylusâ gentle massage was starting to lull you into a peaceful state, your body finally beginning to loosen up after hours of tension. the pain was still there, but it wasnât as sharp, dulled by the warmth of his hands and the feeling of him beside you.
he shifted slightly, pulling you closer so that your head rested against his chest. his heartbeat was steady, a calming rhythm that made you feel more grounded. âiâll stay right here,â he whispered, his lips brushing the top of your head. âiâm not going anywhere.â
you smiled faintly, your hand resting lightly on his chest as you snuggled into him. âiâm lucky to have you,â you murmured, your voice barely audible.
âno,â sylus replied softly, his hand continuing to rub soothing circles on your back. âiâm the lucky one.â
the two of you lay there in comfortable silence, the world outside forgotten as he held you close. the pain might not have gone away completely, but having sylus there, his warmth, his touch, made it so much easier to bear.
âjust rest,â he whispered again, his voice so soft, like a lullaby. âiâve got you, sweetie.â
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