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moonymeloncholymoney · 1 day ago

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Rid of him🍁

summary: no matter how hard life gets, one thing was for sure. You were never getting rid of Joaquin Torres ;)

Warnings: none, bad grammar ig, cocky joaquin (he is still a softie tho), fluff, reader being emotional

Word count: 2.2k

Author's note: I am so sorry for the late update. I was suffering from the worst writer's block and I have strict parents so😭😭. Anyways tysm for barring with me. This one is for @teamredlvr ik reader isn't exactly grumpy but I tried my best. Hope you guys like it 💗💗

Being a teacher at abbot is hard, heck being a teacher in general can be a catastrophe if you become one without ever having the true calling and love for teaching. When you do what you love, all the difficult things that come with it become a tad bit easier to handle but that still doesn’t take away from the fact that you have your hard days too.

and just like that you found yourself climbing the stairs of your exhaustingly long apartment because the lift wasn’t working, which didn’t really help in your case as your day wasn’t going very well to begin with.

After dealing with indecisive children and uncooperative parents you finally decided to head home, You had an entire class’s test to grade, a banner to make for the upcoming fest happening in your school and a truck load of paperwork from the school district inquiring about the progress of your children. You could deal with all of this but you didn’t want to, not when there were tears running down your face, snot on the shoulder of your favorite cardigan and not when you were carrying a bag full of test papers which were causing a deep burning hole to form in the skin beneath your bra strap. Everything about today felt like an unspoken burden that you had to carry because you made the mistake of doing something you love.

You finally reach your apartment door. You feel your bag dropping directly from your shoulders all the way to your fingertips and then hear it falling to the ground. You close your eyes, resting your head on the cold wooden door of your home. The scent of old linen and new laundry hitting you with a sense of comfort and security, you felt like home already. You decided to take the house keys from the back pocket of your jeans, when you feel yourself fall in front and collide with a warm body. You look up to find Joaquin in front of you, confusion and warmth in his coffee brown eyes.

You hadn’t seen your best friend in about 8 months or so after he came to visit for Christmas last year. He had been deployed at Tunisia and you were swamped with work, the only form of contact between the two of you being, the letters he sent, the cards you wrote and the endless calls you both slept off to.

So, to see him standing there with a spare key in his hand, your favorite movie on the tv and a pair of cup noodles set on the table, does things to you that you can’t even comprehend.

You jump into his arms causing him to stumble a few steps behind him. “Hey hey hey, you okay? Y/n?” he doesn’t hug back right away, trying to get you to face him and tell him what’s wrong but you’re too busy trying to get the most of him as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“Shhh…just be here, be here with me.”

He hugs back this time.

He knew you needed that hug but he didn’t realize how much he needed it too until he hugged back. You both poured all the year’s exhaustion into that one hug, easing into each other like two intertwining souls. He sighed into the hug and pulled you closer, making sure he gets enough of you to last at least another 8 months of deployment. It wasn’t until your cat purred at your leg when you both let go of each other.

“I guess someone missed me?” He tried to be cocky but failed miserably due to the fresh tears that had appeared in his eyes.

You let out a teary laugh before continuing to speak, “I thought you weren’t supposed to come back till after next week? how i- oh my god I had a whole thing planned for your welcome party!” You admitted as you flung your hands in your face.

“The mission got over earlier than we expected and then I remembered that I have my beautiful best friend to tend to, now are you gonna tell me why you are crying? And don’t say it’s because you’re happy to see me, I know something’s up” you know arguing with Joaquin was only going to end up in vain. So, you decided to pick your bag up from the floor as he led you through your door.

You knew lying to him wont work, it never had. He was the kind of person who would poke you to death until you revealed what was bothering you. He cared and he would make sure that you knew of it, even if that meant that he had to be a bit annoying at times. Life was good when you both were constantly in each other’s life. You remembered when he took you to McDonalds after your first boyfriend dumped you on prom night.

“One iced mocha coffee for you and one large-large big mac for both you and me cause I don’t want to die eating all of this alone” you wiped your eyes on Joaquin’s blazer which now sat on your shoulders, as you felt him slide down beside you on the floor outside McDonalds.

“hey” He shifted his gaze to you.

“hey” you said looking down, not wanting him to see the mascara stains that ran down your face smearing your cheeks black.

“If there is anyone who should be crying right now, it’s that pathetic fuck of a guy who even thought about leaving a girl like you on prom night, not you”

“He has a name you know?”

“yeah well, I don’t care”

“ Also…Joaquin Torres, did I just hear you curse?”

“Yeah well, you won’t let me kick his face so I might as well curse” he said as he took a big bite of his big mac.

“Yeah well I just wanted to say thank you and that I am sorry..” you admitted quietly ad you hugged your body tightly.

“wait why are you sorry?” Joaquin made a face so atrocious you thought he choked on his food. He turned completely to sit facing you.

“Well, I did ruin your prom night and I mean didn’t you finally ask that cute blonde out…wait what was her name again?”

“Jessca” he said going back to his original position, shoulder to shoulder to you.

“Jessica, yeah”

“no-no, jess-ca like she has no ‘i’ in her name” he laughed.

“Are you for real?”

“I am so for real, she almost had a seizure when I pronounced her name wrong but continued to call me jack the entire time. Now that I think about it, I don’t know why I even wanted to go out with her.”

“Yeah well me too. I should’ve known he was a dick when he said ant-man wasn’t a legit super hero”

you hooked your arm under his elbow, kept your head on his shoulder and opened your mouth for him to give you a bite of the big mac.

“Oh yeah then this one’s definitely on you.” You smacked his arm as he kept his head on top of yours.

there was a moment of silence, comfortable silence. The one where you appreciated each other’s company through unsaid words and through a million little actions that made you question if you two were just good friends.

“Also you never have to thank me or apologize for that matter”

“what?”

“I said you never have to-.” “No, I heard that but why?”

“because then you’ll end up saying thanks way more than you can ever imagine, cause you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon” he said he looked down upon you.

“You’re this big sap aren’t you?”

“Says the person who is going to start crying again” he says with a smile that says all you need to hear.

“Okay shoot. What happened, who made you cry and do I need to kick someone because now I legally can” Joaquin said as he sat on the sofa in front of you. He handed you the takeout he got the both you.

“No you don’t have to kick anyone and I really wouldn’t want you to do that either”

“You’re no fun”

“and you’ve got sauce on your face”

“Y/N” he said while looking at you dead serious.

“Joaquin” you said as you wiped the sauce of his face and ate it of your finger.

“I am serious, tell me what’s wrong.”

You sighed and kept your food on the center-table beside you and sat with your knees to your chest. “i…do you think I am a bad teacher?” your voice went quite, and Joaquin’s throat went dry. How could you be a bad teacher? You, who spent hours teaching him 12th grade mathematics one day before the exam so that he didn’t fail and that too without losing your patience. You, who made an entire batch of cookies for your student book club after they finished reading their first book as a reward. Teaching was not an easy profession and definitely not a financially wise one either but you knew how much a good teacher impacted the kids so you wanted to be the same for your students and try to be bring change in any which way you could.

“Y/N, angel why would you think that?” he shifted close in front of you.

“Because a student’s mom literally said it to my face today, told me that I’d be a better teacher if I focused on teaching them out of textbooks instead of silly little novels” you said as a few tears fell from your eyes.

“but reading books helps increase their vocabulary and not just that it also helps them focus better” Joaquin admitted it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Exactly! Well, I tried telling her that but she lashed out on me and walked out of my class, I felt so stupid…so unwanted. And its not like Barbabra didn’t make me feel better, it’s just… I try my level best to make sure all the kids are learning in a way that expands their horizon. I just don’t want them to by heart the textbook, I want them to understand why the textbooks say what they do. I just wish the parents also looked at it that way instead of trying to make their job easier and getting over with their child’s homework as soon as possible”

Barbara was the senior teacher in the school and even though she did assure you that you were one of the best teacher’s out there, you needed to rant out your feelings to make sure that all your feelings don’t spill like a bottle of wine manhandled.

You were full on crying now, shirt drenched with tear drops and mascara smeared across your face the same way it did all those years ago. Joaquin kept his take out beside him and pulled you towards him through your elbow forcing you to sit with your head on his shoulder and your arm hooked under his elbow.

“Well according to me, someone who can’t even sit with their child and help them do their homework doesn’t get to call you a bad teacher.”

“Joaquin i-.” he shushes you with a finger on your lips, “Let me finish.”

“and you’re not the parent’s teacher, you are your student’s. So don’t you dare let any parent tell you otherwise, when you know damn well how much your students adore you. You are a great teacher and the class’s grade says all it has to. Also, you made Shakespeare interesting for me, do you know astounding that is for someone who barely got through 10th grade English. So, yes I don’t think you’re a bad teacher, I think you’re the best and the most fun teacher these children will ever have.”

He wiped your mascara smudged cheek and pressed his lips to your forehead.

“Thank you, I don’t know what I’d do without you”

“ Yeah well I don’t know what I’d do without me either” he sighed as he picked up his takeout again.

You smacked his arm and opened your mouth to take a bite of the noodles he was having.

“Hey, that was mine!”

“Whatever is yours is mine” you said ad you grabbed the takeout from his hands and left a opened mouthed and a little offended looking Joaquin to stare at you.

“Oh you’re so going down” he said as snatched the takeout from your hands and put it on the table and got on both his knees on the sofa.

“Joaquin what are you- No Oh my god” your laughter echoed through the room as you felt your back touch the soft material of the sofa and Joaquin's fingers dug into the sides of your waist as he continued to tickle you.

You were crying from how much you were laughing, he was laughing from how much you were. And in that moment all was forgotten because you knew that you were not getting rid of him anytime soon and that was all you needed to know.

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jellyflushedjellyfish · 2 days ago

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couldn't make it any harder

'I was easier than I am now, would've folded, but I can't now'

Carmen Berzatto x Female Reader

summary: a quiet moment between two people shifts unexpectedly, leaving one of them wondering what it all means.

tags: slowburn, slight angst, pining/yearning, no established relationship, realistic cannon carmen berzatto, pastry chef reader

She works late one night, putting the finishing touches on the desserts for the next day. The rest of the kitchen is quiet, everyone else having left hours ago, but she doesn’t mind the solitude. In fact, she’s glad to have the kitchen to herself, able to work in peace without the hustle and bustle of the kitchen. She’s so focused on her work that she doesn't even notice the sound of footsteps until they come up behind her. She startles slightly at the sound, jumping a little in her place. She turns around to see Carmy standing there, watching her with an unreadable expression on his face. She takes a deep breath, feeling a rush of heat rising to her cheeks.

“Hey,” she manages to say, her voice a little shaky. He nods in greeting, his eyes roaming over the array of desserts that are laid out beside her.

"You're still here?" He asks, his tone gruff as usual. She glances down at her creations, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"Yeah, just finishing up. They won't frost themselves, you know." She replies, trying to sound casual, trying to ignore the way her heart stutters in her chest at the sight of him.

He hums in response, stepping closer to get a better look at the desserts. His eyes scrutinize them, his gaze critical and intense as usual, but there’s less venom in it now.

She watches him stare at the desserts, feeling a rush of nerves. She feels oddly self-conscious under his gaze, like she’s waiting for a verdict. He takes a step closer, scrutinizing the desserts even more closely.

He reaches out, his fingers brushing away a small smudge of icing on the side of one of the pastries. “Clean your edges. It’s messy.” He mutters, his finger tracing the edge of the pastry.

She nods, her cheeks burning as he points out the flaw. She hadn’t even noticed it before, but now that he’s pointed it out, she can’t help but notice the sloppy job she’s done. She glances away, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and something else.

“Sorry.” She mutters, her voice low and soft.

He just grunts in reply, but there’s no bite to his words, just a subtle gentleness that was usually only directed at her. He pauses, his gaze roaming over the desserts once more, examining them with a critical eye. He’s strangely silent, his expression contemplative. She waits with bated breath, feeling her heart pounding in her chest. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he speaks.

“Good job.”

She’s surprised at the praise, her heart skipping a beat at the sound of it. She looks away, trying to hide the small smile that is tugging at her lips, but she can’t help the rush of pride that fills her chest.

“Thanks.” She finally manages, her voice just above a whisper. He nods, still standing next to her, his gaze fixed on the desserts.

A few moments of silence pass, their proximity to one another growing more and more obvious with each passing second. The tension in the room starts to feel heavier, electric even. His eyes finally move away from the pastries, shifting to look at her. He studies her for a moment, his gaze intense and almost unreadable. He notices her flushed cheeks, her trembling hands, her eyes averted. The sight of it all causes a strange feeling in his chest, something that he can’t quite identify.

He feels compelled to say something, but his usual gruff nature holds his tongue. Instead, he mutters out. “Clean up. I’ll lock up.”

She nods again, her cheeks still flushed, her breathing still shaky. She starts packing up the desserts, her hands fumbling a little, still distracted by his gaze. She tries her best to concentrate on cleaning, but she can’t stop the way her heart skips a beat every time she feels his eyes on her. He comes back into the kitchen, noticing that she’s finished packing up the desserts. His eyes roam over the kitchen, noticing the way the place is spotless. He approaches her, noticing her packing up her things.

“You good to head out?”

She looks up at him, her heart still pounding in her chest, and nods once more. She slings her bag over her shoulder. “Uh, yeah. Yeah I’m good.” She manages to spit out

He nods, still staring at her. He’s trying to keep his gaze stoic, trying to keep his expression stoic, but there’s something in his gaze that gives him away, and it’s making her heart flutter faster in her chest. He clears his throat, his eyes still locked with hers.

“I’ll walk you out.”

She nods, her head feeling light, her heart still pounding in her chest. She can’t look away from his gaze, unable to tear her eyes away from him. She follows him out of the kitchen, every step she takes feeling like she’s floating, like she’s walking on air. He leads her out the kitchen door to the back of the building. The night air is cool, and she shivers a little, her jacket not doing much against the chill. He notices this, his gaze flickering over her briefly.

He’s silent for a moment, just watching her shiver. “You cold?”

She nods, her teeth chattering slightly. She tries to shrug it off, trying to seem unaffected, but it’s a lost cause.

“Just a little… I guess I should have worn a thicker jacket.”

He notices the way she’s trying to play it off, her teeth chattering giving her away. He huffs, his expression still stoic, but his eyes betraying something different. He takes a step closer to her, shrugging out of his jacket and putting it on her shoulders before she can protest.

She’s surprised by his gesture, feeling the warmth of his jacket surround her and his scent filling her nose. She glances up at him, her cheeks flushed again and her heart fluttering even faster in her chest.

“Oh, um.. You didn’t have to-“

“Just take it.” He mutters gruffly, his voice gruff but not unkind.

He shoves is hands in his pockets, looking off to the side.He can’t meet her gaze, his own cheeks slightly flushed, but he tries his damn best to hide it.

She nods, pulling the jacket tighter around her, feeling the warmth of his body heat still lingering in the fabric. She’s overwhelmed by his scent, his proximity, his sudden closeness. She steals a glance at him, his gaze averted, his jaw clenched, his expression still stoic, but there’s something different about it, something almost soft. Her heart flutters in her chest, and she feels like she’s drowning in it, drowning in him

He notices her staring, sees the way her gaze roams over him, sees the flush on her cheeks. He’s suddenly all too aware of her proximity, of the way she’s wrapped in his jacket, and it sets something off in his chest. He feels almost dizzy, like his whole world suddenly pivoted. He tears his gaze away from her and clears his throat, his voice gruff as usual, but a little unsteady

“You uh, need a ride?”

She seems to snap back to sobriety at his question and shakes her head, her cheeks still flushed, her heart still racing.

“Oh no, I can just… “ She trails off, not quite sure how to finish that sentence. She’s still dizzy from the fact that she’s wearing his jacket, that she’s just so close to him, that he’s asking to drive her home He notices her hesitation, her fluster.

He sees the way her cheeks are still flushed, the way her eyes still linger, the way her heart is still beating rapidly. It sets something off in his chest again, and he almost wants to make her ride with him just to be close to her, but he knows that it would be crossing a line, so he just nods and mutters

“Alright, whatever. Just be careful.”

She nods, her words almost a whisper “Yeah. Yeah, I will.”

He nods, his gaze still averted, his jaw clenched. He sees the disappointment in her eyes, but he tries to ignore it, tries to ignore the way it sets something off in his chest.

He clears his throat, his voice gruff again. “See you tomorrow.”

She nods, mumbling out a soft “yeah” as she pulls his jacket tighter around her. As she walks away, his jacket wrapped around her body and his scent surrounding her, she wishes that he would say something, anything, to keep her from leaving. She wishes he’d run after her, pull her back, anything. But he just stands there, watching her go, his gaze steady, his expression stoic.

She steals one last glance at him over her shoulder, seeing him still watching her, before disappearing down the alley.

She walks to the train station in a daze, his jacket wrapped around her like a security blanket. She’s still dizzy from that moment, his proximity, his gesture. She still feels his scent and his warmth surrounding her, like a ghost of him still remains.

Even on the train, she feels strangely numb, his scent filling her nose, consuming her, and it’s like the world has suddenly paused, and the world is just a dream that she’s not quite apart of.

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moonlitcelestial · 1 day ago

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Chapter 16

Beyond the Lens - Logbook Videographer!Reader x OT8 Ateez

W/C 11,450

🎥 Series Masterlist 🎥

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Previous Chapter (Chapter 15)

Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction. It is not meant to assume or mock anything about Ateez, Atiny, or anything relating to what I do not know about being a videographer.

Contains she/her pronouns.

The logo in the center is mine. Please do not reuse or copy.

I strongly recommend looking at the inspiration pictures and the Pinterest boards (which will be updating as the story goes on).

General Warnings: slow burn, cussing, conflict, angst, fluff, and obliviousness.

CHAPTER WARNINGS - Angst and alcohol

The most anticipated chapter has arrived! I am going to be honest with you and tell you right now that this is my favorite chapter so far, that may change in the future, but still. I recommend looking at the reference pictures for ideas of the layout and vibes of the house, and for the team and their spouses. Let me know what you think! <3 Moonie

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Hongjoong took quick steps to come stand in front of you, almost pushing you back from being too close to the ledge. Once he had herded you away from he clifface by a few steps he seemed to backtrack as he started rambling. “I understand it is a huge question, but I couldn't hold it in any longer. Seeing you with the boys at your house has solidified how well you fit into our dynamic.” his hands twitched at his sides like he was trying to keep himself from reaching out to you. His posture had straightened just slightly as he continued, “We would love to have the chance to date you. I know it is unconventional but we are unconventional people, and I get the feeling that you are too. If you do decide that you would like to accept our offer we will take it at your pace. I have made that very clear to everyone.”

“Why me?” Your head hadn’t risen from looking at the ground. Your heartbeat was echoing throughout your body, your breathing was starting to stutter as you tried to hold back your tears. Your insecurities were slowly turning into frustration, frustration at yourself and frustration at the people who made you this way.

Shouldn’t you be happy that one of the most sought after men was asking you to join him and his boyfriends?

Shouldn’t you be jumping at the opportunity?

All you could think about was the flaws you saw in yourself; comparing yourself to everyone else. “Why would you pick someone like me who has so many years of emotional baggage that are buried so deep that it would take years upon years of healing and acceptance to get past it. You would be so much better off without me and the baggage I carry, someone who can freely show their emotions and not box them away to try to forget about them because of their past.” You looked up at him freely letting the tears fall. His face fell as he looked at you, he took one step forward and you took one back.

“Why would you choose the outcast of every friend group, the black sheep of their family, the one who never fits in with anyone no matter where I am. I am just a plain person–” You motioned to yourself with both hands, “–and you all are well, you; famous and absolutely beloved you– You would be better with someone who would fit into your lifestyle.” you moved your hands to gesture at him. He was frozen, his mouth just barely parted as if he wanted to say something but you were quicker.

“Why would you want to be with someone who is so inexperienced in a relationship that I didn't even know Seonghwa called me darling a few days ago? You would be better with someone with more experience than an almost 27 year old who hasn't had an actual relationship ever.” You ran a shaky hand through your hair, taking another step back from him and lowering your head again.

“Why would you choose me and not some other beautiful idol, one that doesn't have stretch marks and scars all over her body. Someone that is confident in their own skin.” You started pulling at your clothes, you unzipped the leather jacket that began to feel suffocating. The shirt you were once very comfortable in now felt like it was shrinking. You ran your hands through your hair tugging at the roots as you sank to your knees on the rocks. You felt the twinge of pain in your left knee where the rocks were digging into the skin where the nerves were fucked up. You didn't care.

You looked up to Hongjoong and watched as the tears started falling down his face. “Why would you choose someone who scares people away, someone who is and always has been the disappointment. You would be so much better off with someone who isn't covered in tattoos and looked down upon because of them.” You looked back down to the ground and your arms wrapped around your middle. Your breath became more erratic, your lungs holding hands with your heart as they leapt around in your chest. You couldn't feel anything but the roiling thoughts in your head. Everything was numb.

“There are so many better people out in the world that would be over the moon at this opportunity so why are you wasting it on me? The one who always loves too much and then they fall out of–”

“—Because we fucking love you,” his voice cracked. “Stop talking about yourself like that. Just stop and fucking listen to what I have to say.” Your head whipped up to look at him from the rocks that were interesting just a moment ago; he hardly ever cussed or raised his voice. You felt your bottom lip tremble and your heartbeat was crescendoing in your ears. You could barely keep eye contact through the tears that were spilling like raindrops down your face from the storm in your head. How could this be real? This had to be some fucked up dream. You wrapped your arms tighter around yourself as you looked down. You couldn't stand to look at the man that was looking at you with so much love when you had barely any for yourself.

Would they actually stay?

Would you fuck up their dynamic coming into the relationship that has been going on for years?

Would they fall out of love with you?

Hongjoong interrupted your spiraling thoughts by stepping forward, kneeling in front of you, and grabbing your chin forcing you to look up at him. It wasn’t forceful like every other time someone did this to you, it was gentle, almost like you were porcelain and he was trying not to break you. The way he held you didn’t even make you flinch like it would have any other time. You hadn't even realized the tears had started falling quicker until he wiped them gently with his other hand. “Let's get one thing straight. You ARE NOT a waste.” He paused, taking a deep breath like he was trying to collect his thoughts and not lash out at you for letting your mind destroy you. You could see the fire burning in his dark eyes. Taking a stuttering breath you attempted to calm yourself.

“You are one of the most extraordinary people I have met, people in the past may have told you different but they are dead fucking wrong. You might have been burned in the past, but I assure you that we are absolutely serious about this. You feel like the missing piece we never knew we needed. We are pursuing you. You are the person that we want to have with us from now on. You. Not anyone else. You. We want you through the light and the dark. We want you through everything. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” you whispered. He moved his grip on your chin to cup your cheek. You felt the walls you had built around your heart begin to crumble. The storm in your head had started to dissipate, you could feel your body grounding itself with his touch. He was being so gentle, you leaned into it and closed your eyes. This was a feeling you could get used to.

“Good, now that we are on the same page, will you let us pursue you?” You met his eyes and saw the raw vulnerability. He was holding his heart out to you on a silver platter; you had the opportunity to take it and protect it or smash it to pieces.

“I have been noticing how all of you act with me and not the other members of my team. I took a deep dive into my feelings on the drive to that wretched hotel and discovered how I truly felt about all of you, and have continued to realize the extent of those feelings as the days have passed. That I love you too, but I am so fucking scared of being with all of you and then you leaving like everyone else has. That would absolutely destroy me.”

“We don't plan on leaving you, not in a million years.” He scooted closer to you, slow enough that if you wanted to you could move away. You didn’t.

“I am and always have been open to anything; but–” You paused, wringing your hands together. “Even with your affirmations of not leaving I am still absolutely terrified; every other time someone promised they would stay they didn’t.” Taking a shuttering deep breath you continued your rambling.

“I don't know If I am prepared for this–” You trailed off and fully took him in and watched as his expression shifted. The tears that were spilling down his face had ceased but you could see the dried tear tracks. A fresh set of tears started threatening to spill down your face at his expression. It was reserved but you could see the sadness lingering in his features. His beautiful dark eyes were dimmed, the shine they once held moved to the tears lingering in his eyes; they took it all.

He moved the hand that was cupping your face to take your hand. “Just one chance, that's all we are asking for. We just need one chance to show you how wrong they are, just one to show you how loved you are– Please– please let us show you the love you deserve.” He squeezed your hand tightly. Grounding himself and you into this moment.

You took a deep breath in and out looking down slightly, You let out a small sigh and for the first time in a long, long time listened to your heart over your mind. “I think–” The walls finally crumbled. You steeled yourself preparing to walk into the unknown with them. “I think I would like to join you.”

You raised your head back up and looked at him. You could see the relief flicker across his face, it morphed into a sweet smile as he let out a breath he must have been holding. He pulled you into a bone crushing hug. You let out a watery laugh and clung to him. You stayed there enjoying the comfort of each other for a few minutes. He pulled away gently and looked at you. He was smiling so wide at you. He glanced from your eyes down to your lips and back up again. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded to him as he got up from his kneeling position and offered his hand to you. You gently took it and stood on wobbly legs. He stepped closer and moved his hands to rest on your hips, he rested his forehead against yours before capturing your lips in a kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned into the kiss. His lips were plush against yours and tasted faintly of strawberries and salt from his tears earlier. You brought your hands around him to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. You smiled into the kiss as he sighed through his nose. He tightened his arms around your waist pulling you impossibly closer. Tilting his head he slightly deepened the kiss and you could feel how he poured all of his emotions into it. The love, the relief, the excitement. You both pulled away to breathe shortly after the kiss began. You opened your eyes to look at him and he was already watching you. He pulled you into another hug and rested his head in the juncture between your shoulder and neck.

“We won't let you down, I promise. You will be the most loved person in the world.” He murmured into the skin he was nuzzled against. You continued to play with his hair and he leaned further into you if that was even possible. The two of you had no space between your bodies, you could feel his slightly erratic heartbeat against your own. His breathing was caressing the side of your neck as he rested there. His arms were wrapped tightly around your back leaving no room for you to move. You could feel the heat creeping up to your face at the closeness. Your phone started buzzing in your jacket pocket, you pulled your head and one arm away from holding him and pulled it out.

“It's Aurora, she is probably wondering where we are.” You cleared your throat to make sure it didn't sound like you had just been harshly crying and then answered the phone. He pouted at you and you stuck your tongue out at him. He did the same to you before putting his head back into the juncture of your neck just resting there. You felt him squeeze you and you let out a small huff.

“Hey, what's up?” you combed your fingers through Hongjoong’s hair, he melted further into you again.

“Hey it has been almost an hour, are you guys on your way back?” You could barely hear her from all of the noise coming through the phone; they must be having a rager over there. Hongjoong huffed a laugh at how loud everything was in the background.

“Yeah, we were just sitting at the overlook talking, we are heading back now.” Hongjoong started moving his hands up and down your back, it was soothing.

“Okay, see you soon Boo, I love you, be safe.”

“I always am, I love you too, see you soon”

“We need to head back Joongie,” you said, sticking your phone back in your jacket pocket.

“I don't want to,” he whined, pulling away from you and crossing his arms. The leather creaked and you laughed at him. He is already trying to use aegyo on you, if he got any cuter you might have to squish his cheeks.

“Come on Joongie, I have seven other boyfriends waiting to see me.” You could only imagine the chaos that was going to unfold when you got back.

“Say it again.” His eyes were on you and it made you just a little nervous the way he was staring into your soul.

“I have seven other boyfriends waiting to see me.” You watched the smile on his face grow. He was almost jittery with what you could only assume was excitement and a little bit of adrenaline.

“I cannot tell you how happy that makes me,” he said, pulling you into another quick hug. He pulled away and gave you a chaste kiss on your cheek before turning around and grabbing his helmet. He handed it to you tilting his head to the side. You shook your head with a smile at his silent demand. You gently put it over his head and snapped the chinstrap into place. You grabbed your helmet off the ground and dusted it off before handing Hongjoong your glasses. He held them for you, cleaning the lenses of the tear stains with the fabric of his shirt peeking out the bottom of the leather jacket. You raised the visor and held out your hand for the glasses. He gave them to you and you slipped them on and slapped your visor down. You looked at him and grabbed the sides of his hemet and pressed your helmet to his for a helmet kiss. He let his hands rest over yours as you both looked at each other through the dark visors.

“Let's go see our boyfriends.” You stepped away from him and threw your leg over Ink. He settled in behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you closer as you started the engine. He may have left a little space earlier but now he was as close as he could be. You gave him little warning as you took off back the way you came. The small jolt made him squeeze you tighter and laugh.

“I wish this didn't have to end, I could do this all day every day.”

“Looks like we might have to get you a motorcycle, Joongie.” You responded while leaning into a turn. Because he was practically molded to your back he leaned perfectly with you; he was a quick study.

“We might just have to do that, then you could have someone to race," he said thoughtfully as you both straightened back up.

You made your way back the way you came and once you got to your gate you pushed the button to open it up. As you made it through the trees you smiled at the cars that were parked along your driveway. This is what you loved, being able to come home and see that you had people choosing to spend time with you.

You pulled into the garage and helped Hongjoong get his helmet off after you took yours off. This was the calm before the storm. You knew once they found out you had accepted their invitation that your life would completely change for the better. You studied Hongjoong as he took off the leather jacket you lent him. He turned around to look at you and smiled once he caught you already looking at him.

“Can you pinch me so I know I’m not dreaming?” He approached you, reached out and lightly pinched you. The pain was only there for a moment, but it was just enough; this was real. You let out a laugh and flung your arms around him. He reciprocated the hug and you couldn’t contain your joy. After a couple of minutes you let him go and grabbed his hand interlacing his fingers with yours.

“Hey, Joongie,” his eyes snapped up to yours from looking at your intertwined hands. “I love you too.” With a strength that you assumed he pulled out of his cute ass he tugged you to him and planted a kiss on your lips that sent heat over your neck and to your face. You melted into the kiss but as soon as it started it ended. Giggling like a schoolgirl you started dragging him into your house, eager to see the rest of your boyfriends; no matter the state they were in.

You started to feel the nerves creep up the back of your neck. You squashed them in an instant, this was your choice, these were your boys, they loved you like you loved them. Hongjoong squeezed your hand before letting go so you both could hold onto the handrail to go down the stairs. You heard the crazy singing and saw the flashing lights before you even made it down the first three steps. As the both of you made your way down everyone’s eyes snapped to you. Aurora was behind the bar mixing what looked like some kind of cocktail. Moving over to go to your team you took a seat next to Meadow at the center of the bar. You could feel the grin threatening to split your face. She was smiling back at you and so were the rest of them. You looked at them with a quizzical look, you were interrupted before you could even ask what was going on.

“Y/n-niee!! We missed you!!” You turned just in time to barely catch Yeosang who had thrown himself at you. He nearly toppled you over into the bar. Hongjoong, the life saver, had steadied you. You didn’t even realize that he followed you over.

“Sangie, be careful," he lightly scolded. Yeosang had looked at him like he just kicked his puppy. He was either tipsy or drunk, his face was just barely red but you could feel the heat radiating from him. You giggled and smoothed out Yeosang's soft brown hair. He was standing between your legs and just leaning on you with his head on your chest and arms wrapped around your waist. Shortly after he had enough of his slouched position he moved over to Hongjoong and rested himself on his back with his arms over Hongjoong’s shoulders; almost like a back hug. You smiled softly at him, he didn’t even know that you were his partner yet and he was acting like this.

“Hey, want a drink you two?” You heard Aurora from behind the bar. You turned to look at her red face, she was at least tipsy.

“Yes please, you know what I like, and something sweet for him.” You nodded your head toward Hongjoong. He looked at you with his head tilted. “I have seen you with bitter alcohol. I would rather not have you hissing and spitting at it in my house.” All of the people surrounding you started laughing at your comment, even Yeosang let out a small snicker. Hongjoong smiled at you and grabbed your hand under the bar. You smoothed your thumb over the back of his hand.

“Maybe a strawberry daiquiri?” She asked. You nodded at her and turned to sit actually facing the bar. She grabbed the small pitcher you set in the fridge earlier, poured it out into a tall glass, and slid it over the counter to him. He gently took it and took a sip. Humming at the taste of the sweet drink.

“So, what happened while we were gone? I see that most of them are at least some form of tipsy or drunk.” Rowan snickered as you finished your statement.

“We watched Aurora and Meadow kick their asses at Mario Kart. Then there was a game of foosball that ended up in them taking shots each time one one scored. That’s where Mingi and Wooyoung got their drunkenness from. Yunho and Jongho swept the floor with them.”

“Seonghwa and Yeosang both decided that it would be a great idea to play a tipsy round of ping pong. Wooyoung had somehow got them to take shots when they missed, which only got worse as they went on. We also got it on video just for the two of you.” Aurora said with a giant smile as she rounded the bar to go sit back next to Meadow.

“Yunho and Asher played a few rounds of Air hockey, Asher won one and Yunho won two.” Forrest added from the opposite corner, smirking at Asher who was slightly pouting between his husband and Hongjoong.

“You didn't have to mention that in front of the champion of all of these games.” He leans toward Hongjoong and whispers, "I think she comes down here just to practice strategy sometimes.” He straightened and smiled at you while you were flipping him off

“Oh also, San and Jongho found your whisky collection. San is completely red faced and absolutely hilarious. I knew my flush got bad but I think he might have me beat. Jongho is scary with how well he holds his liquor,” Asher said. You turned your head to look around the space and immediately spotted the men in question. San had a small almost empty glass of whiskey and a large smile on his face watching Jongho, who seemed to be sober, singing. It got to a part that he knew and he immediately started loudly singing using his glass as a microphone. Wooyoung was hanging on San’s shoulder and laughing his ass off at the show. Yunho was dancing animatedly next to Jongho and Mingi was drunken headbanging. Seonghwa was a little red as well, he approached your group at the bar and smiled sweetly at you and HongSang. He rested his arms over your shoulders much like Yeosang was doing with Hongjoong. You leaned back into his embrace and decided to be a little bold to see his reaction.

You kissed the inside of his forearm lightly as Aurora slid a mudslide toward you. She watched with wide eyes at your motion. Before you grabbed the glass you held out your pinky to her. It had become a staple to hold out your pinky to promise that you would talk soon if now wasn't the right time. She linked her pinky around yours with a large smile, she already knew judging by the look on her face but knowing her she would be begging for the details later.

You looked up to Seonghwa who was looking at you with wide eyes. His brain must have been lagging out. With the hand that Aurora just released you grabbed one of his hands and intertwined your fingers with his. His hands were slightly clammy but they were soft and delicate. You brought his hand up to your lips and kissed the back of it before releasing it and grabbing your mudslide. Hongjoong squeezed the hand you held under the table you squeezed back and took a sip of your drink.

“Noonaa! Come play a game with us!!” You turned to look at Wooyoung, he was standing there staring at you. You tilted your head at him and pointed to yourself. He nodded, almost knocking himself into Mingi who was standing directly to his side. You patted Seonghwa’s arms to signal you were going to get up. He unwrapped his arms from around you and stepped away. You got up and smiled at everyone.

“What are we playing Woo? I hope you know I am not all that great at games.” You heard your team and their spouses burst into laughter behind you. You glared at them over your shoulder silently willing them to play along, just for the hell of it. You turned back to the men who were looking at you curiously.

“I wanna play air hockey with Y/n-nie” San slightly slurred. You looked over at him and raised your eyebrow. He was wearing a grin and leaning heavily on Yunho.

“You gotta be able to stand by yourself to play Sannie,” he immediately separated himself from Yunho with a wobble which almost made him knock into Wooyoung who in turn knocked into Mingi in an attempt to avoid San. You burst into giggles and the others at the bar laughed wholeheartedly at the men standing in front of the TV. Once you recovered from your laughing fit you saw all of them pouting at you.

“Aww you poor babies,” you cooed at them making your way over. Your smile was teasing as you pinched San and Wooyoung’s cheeks. They tried to swat you away but missed. “Come on Sannie, let's play a round.” He immediately lit up and started making his way over to the air hockey table, thankfully it was the closest one otherwise he would have ran into something on the way. You turned it on and slid one of the pushers his way. He surprised you by actually catching it.

“First one to eight?” He nodded at you and was trying so hard to lock in. You took pity on him and decided to play a little nicer than you usually did. Most of the time against the team and their spouses, no matter how drunk or sober, you tried your damndest to kick their asses. You let him score some against you and then you got a couple to make it seem like you weren’t throwing the match. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Forrest and Rowan go to the foosball table with Willow and Aurora. You smirked at the thought of trying that with the boys, maybe next time. Once San got to seven you really decided to kick it up. You came up from behind and got up to seven from your measly two. You made a show of trying to block the puck but in the end you ‘slipped’ and he won. The boys surrounding him cheered and you felt someone wrap themselves around you. You turned your head and looked at Yeosang, he was a cute clingy drunk.

“Noona!” You looked away from Yeosang and to Wooyoung. “Can we play Mario Kart?” He was standing there staring at you with the cutest puppy dog eyes that could rival Yunho’s. You nodded at him and he immediately ran and jumped onto the couch.

“The only thing is that we will need to rotate so everyone can play, even the team and their spouses if they choose to do so.” You walked over to the couch with Yeosang trailing shortly behind you, you settled him on the couch in front of where Mocha was and took a seat on the plush rug in front of him. Everyone flocked to the sitting area in front of the large tv. Jongho and Hongjoong took a seat flanking Yeosang, Seonghwa made himself comfortable on the ground next to you in front of Hongjoong. Yunho and Mingi sat on the other side of Hongjoong and San sat next to you. Wooyoung was sitting in the corner of the couch right next to Yunho. Aurora and Meadow made their way over, Aurora took a seat next to Wooyoung and Meadow plopped down on the floor next to Mingi; her bias. You snuck a glance at her and you could see the tips of her ears turn pink. Willow sat next to Aurora and Rowan made himself comfortable in front of her and hung his arms on her knees. Forrest and Asher sat themselves on the rug with Asher next to San and Forrest on his other side. You looked over your chosen family with a smile, this is where your heart is. A weight landed on the top of your head and you assumed Yeosang put his chin on you, shortly after his arms wrapped around your shoulders in the same pose he did with Hongjoong earlier.

Rowan, who was the closest to the entertainment center, grabbed the joycons and handed them out, Wooyoung was the first one to grab one and you followed. Forrest moved across the floor and grabbed the one matching yours and Aurora grabbed the last one. The first game turned into the second and the second turned into the fifth which turned into the eighth. You all were tipsy and or drunk and having so much fun. It had eventually almost turned into a screaming match when Wooyoung hit Mingi with one too many blue shells. Watching those two bicker would never get old. Once everyone had at least one round of playing you heard Jongho speak up from slightly behind you.

“Pool?” You turned to look up at him and you could see the slight red tinge on his face, he definitely was holding his liquor better than everyone else. He had a small glass in his hand and was swirling it as he looked down at you.

“Okay, you are totally on, give me a second and I'll head over.” You got up from beside San and Seonghwa who were slightly leaning on you. They both made a noise of protest as you got up to head to the bar. Aurora was already behind it as she was getting a drink of water for Meadow.

“Jongho and I are playing pool,” You didn’t even have to finish what you were going to say as she already brought out the tray and poured several shots. She knew exactly what you were doing and she grinned at you proudly. Once she was finished you grabbed it and your mudslide and walked over toward the pool table. Setting the tray on the air hockey table you smiled sweetly at the rest of the boys who had circled up around the small area.

“Alright, there are rules in my house, especially if you play pool with me. Every time one of the opposing persons object balls gets sunk you take a shot.” The boys had immediately started to jest like school children. Some of them were patting Jongho on the back and some of them looked worriedly at you. You gave a wink to Hongjoong who had come to lean against the air hockey table. Your team had taken a few of the bar stools and brought them over for the ones who wanted to sit.

“Who breaks?” You walked over to the shelves under the stairs to grab your cue stick. The boy's eyes widened as you pulled out the hidden compartment on one of the bookshelves. You grabbed your black and white onyx cue stick and shut the compartment.

“Ladies first,” he said with a sweep of his hand toward the perfectly arranged object balls. You stepped up to the table and took the cue ball he offered you. You set it down and lined up your shot before putting your cue stick down and balancing on the bridge. You took the shot and the object balls scattered, you just so happened to knock in the solid bright red ball, your lucky number; three. All of the boys gasped and looked between you and the pocket you just made the ball into. You smiled and bowed mockingly as Jongho made his way over to the soju shots. He grabbed one and downed it.

You smirked at him and moved around the table toward the next ball you could possibly make in. You spotted the opportunity with the solid dark red ball. It was situated close enough to the pocket that you could just tip it in if you rebounded the yellow ball against it. You leaned over the side of the table and looked to line up the shot. You pulled back the cue stick and let the cue ball fly. It worked just as you hoped it would, but it did put you in a bad position. The cue ball was surrounded by striped object balls. You watched as Jongho took another shot. His face was getting a little more of a red tint to it. You moved around the table and positioned yourself to make sure your shot would leave him with terrible positions. Balancing out again you knocked into his stripes and the two of them scattered to opposite sides of the table while the cue ball spun out into the middle. He was watching you carefully and you shrugged at him with an innocent smile.

You made your way to Hongjoong and Yeosang and reached behind them to grab your mudslide. Hongjoong slipped his arm around your waist and Yeosang rested his head on your shoulder. The three of you watched as Jongho figured out his best plan of attack. You took a sip of your drink and watched as He managed to knock in one of his stripes. Hongjoong reached over to the tray of shots and grabbed one. He set it against your lips and you tipped your head back taking in the bitter liquid. You smiled bashfully at him as he set it back down like nothing had just happened. Someone was smacking someone else behind you and figured it was Aurora doing the smacking to either Meadow, Willow or both. You watched as Jongho conferred with Yunho who was sipping on his drink on one of the bar stools, he was almost as tall as Jongho even while sitting. Yunho nodded at Jongho as he moved to the opposite end and lined up his shot. You could see what he was doing, it was going to be a tricky shot because he was leaning over most of the table and because it required precision strength. Wooyoung landed a light smack to his ass in encouragement. Jongho looked over his shoulder with a glare as San had enough common sense to drag Woo away from Jongho. You snickered and took another sip of your drink to cover your laughter. He realigned his shot and let his strength propel him to make the shot across the pool table. Alas, his strength was too much this time. The ball he was aiming for had ricocheted off the corners and ended up in the opposite corner he was aiming for.

You handed Hongjoong your drink, stepped up to the table again and looked over the remaining balls. You had five remaining not counting the eight ball; he had six. You lined up your shots and watched as the blue one went into the pocket, it may not have been the one you were going for but you would take it. You watched as Hongjoong handed him another shot. Jongho probably was getting tired of you at this point.

You looked around and mentally took a tally of which shot would be best for you right now. You moved to the opposite corner and leaned over the table to shoot the cue ball across the table like Jongho had. You hit it lightly and it moved a little slow. You watched with bated breath as it approached the yellow ball. You hoped that your hit wasn't too forceful to knock both of them in. They clinked together and you let out a loud noise of accomplishment as the yellow ball fell in but not the cue ball. Hongjoong and your team applauded you and the rest of the boys stood there staring at you in shock. This time you approached the shots and grabbed one. You bowed and presented it to Jongho over your head, just to possibly piss him off. You felt him take it from you, you looked up at him through your lashes. He was definitely feeling it a little more. His eyes were almost dazed as he looked at you. You stood up to your full height and patted him on the head before walking back to the table.

You decided to give him a chance to catch up. You knocked the cue ball into one of his striped ones that was right next to your solid. He stepped up to the table and seemed to be internally debating his next shot. You grabbed your drink from Hongjoong and took another large drink, it was getting a little melty. You felt the boys resume their previous spots, Hongjoong pressed a kiss to your temple, his lips were slightly cold. You caught a faint whiff of something that smelled strangely like your mudslide. Looking down at the drink it seemed like it was marginally lower than you would think it was. You looked back to him and he was smiling at you already. You raised your eyebrows at him and his grin got bigger.

“It's really good, can you blame me?” He whispered to you.

“No, I can't blame you,” you chuckled. “I could show you how to make one sometime soon if you want, I know Sangie would love it.” He picked up his head from your shoulder at the mention of his nickname and smiled tiredly at you.

“Hi, Sweets, are you getting tired?” You brushed your fingers through his hair and he leaned into you. He nodded against your hand and returned his head to your shoulder. You waved San over and had Yeosang lean on him instead because you knew you would be moving again. Jongho had made his dark red striped ball in. You turned to grab a shot and winked at him before downing it. You had a fairly decent alcohol tolerance so you were just barely at the edge of between tipsy and drunk, you also had a lot less than the others surrounding you. You watched as he lined up another shot and let the cue ball fly to the opposite corner but instead of knocking his in, which was right next to one of yours, he knocked your purple solid in. You laughed at the irony, his purple betrayed him. Most of the boys behind him groaned at the shot. He let out a sigh and made his way over to the tray, at least he was abiding by the rules. You smiled sickly sweet at him and he rolled his eyes at you, you could just barely see the smile hidden behind the glass as he downed the shot.

You sat your drink down and stepped away from Hongjoong. You turned to look at Yeosang and San who were wrapped around each other watching you with half closed eyes. Turning toward the table you assessed your chances of winning this right now. Jongho’s shot had put you in a pretty good position; maybe it was time to put on a show. You lined up your first shot; the green ball went into the pocket without a hitch. You celebrated and watched Jongho take another shot.

“You may as well finish the last couple, she has you in the corner Jongho.” He turned to look at Rowan who spoke up from behind Willow. You smirked at him, he knew all too well how easy it was to lose to you. If you remembered correctly, out of all the games you played against him he maybe won a total of ten times out of the almost fifty you played.

“Nobody puts baby in the corner.” you heard San mutter under his breath. You laughed loudly and so did Aurora and Willow. Dirty Dancing was one of Willow’s favorite movies, she could almost recite it word for word at this point. It was your go to movie for wine drunk girls nights. Once you recovered you turned back to the table and looked at the two remaining object balls you needed to knock in to win. All that was left was the orange ball and the black ball.

Turning to Hongjoong you sent him a wink and lined up the shot behind your back. The orange ball just so happened to be close to one of the pockets and all by its lonesome. You checked yourself before shooting the shot. You didn't even have to turn around to know you made it. The boys behind you erupted into flabbergasted chatter. Hongjoong smirked at you, giving you a slight nod. You looked at Jongho who had his jaw almost hanging down to the floor. Making your way over to the tray you grabbed a shot and handed it to him.

“Drink up, Aegiya” (baby) He looked up at you wide eyed and you watched the gears start turning in his brain as he processed the nickname, it was one that most of the boys used on him; and now by extension you. He gently took the drink from you and downed it keeping eye contact with you. His face was just about as red as San’s at this point. You smiled at him and walked back to the pool table. Looking at the black ball you knew this one was going to be more of a challenge. It was close to one of the pockets but it was almost completely surrounded by Jongho’s stripes. You debated a minute before you decided to pull out your bag of tricks. You handed Hongjoong your cue stick and walked over to the wall, everyone was watching you with curiosity as you plucked one of the shorter ones that had a different tip on it.

Forrest let out a dark chuckle, he knew what you were up to. Most of your team followed him. You leaned on the table angeling it so you could be straight on with the black ball. Most of your weight was leaned on your front hand and front foot. You tilted the cue stick at a forty-five degree angle and aimed for the top half of the ball.

“Far corner pocket,” you called out.

“There's no way,” you heard Mingi mutter under his breath to Yunho who was nodding. You snickered before taking a deep breath and smacking into the top half of the cue ball. You watched as it hopped over Jongho’s object balls and hit the eight ball. Holding your breath you watched the cue ball ricochet away from the black ball. Everyone started basically screaming as the eight ball went in. You laughed at Jongho’s shocked expression. Your team and their partners were laughing their asses off at the eight men. A pair of arms wrapped themselves around you, turning your head and you looked up at Seonghwa. He was grinning like a madman.

“Thank you for defending my honor,” he murmured to you. Another round of laughter came from you and Hongjoong. You patted his arm and looked at Jongho who was still staring at the pool table.

“Don't forget your celebratory shot little bear,” you teased. He looked at you and exaggeratedly rolled his eyes. He grabbed a shot from the tray and downed it. You smiled at him tilting your head.

“Remind me to never play pool against her,” you heard Yunho mutter. Mingi laughed and wrapped himself around Yunho.

“Alright, after that riveting pool match I think it is time that we head home," Aurora sounded from where your team had situated themselves. Her and Meadow were standing together and you could tell that Meadow was tired. You nodded at the two of them.

“I would give you a hug but currently someone is taking all of them.” You looked at the shoulder Seonghwa was leaning on. He had a lazy smile on his face and shrugged. The couple chuckled at you and waved.

“Let me know when you get home, that goes for all of you.” You looked pointedly in Forrest’s direction. He held his hands up mocking surrender.

“You forget one time and suddenly the world is ending” he muttered.

“You could have been on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere out here almost an hour away from your place, I don't want to hear it,” you argued back. Forrest looked to Asher who was nodding along with your words with a cheshire grin. He rolled his eyes at the two of you and started walking toward the stairs with a small pout on his face. You waved to Asher and Forrest as they disappeared up the stairs.

“Thank you for hosting us N/n (nickname) we had a lot of fun.” You looked at Rowan, ever the gentleman.

“It was my pleasure, we need to start doing this more often again, I missed it.”

“Agreed,” Willow and Rowan said in unison. They both looked at eachother and burst into a fit of giggles. They were so cute together.

“Drive safe, I'll see you both soon.” They both nodded and headed upstairs. You heard the door close and you turned to the eight men remaining. They all looked like the alcohol was taking its sleepy effect.

“Okay boys, let's get you all situated.” You looked to Hongjoong for help. He nodded at you and smiled, he gently helped separate Seonghwa from you. You watched as he took gentle care of him and started leading him toward the stairs. Most of the boys followed them and you were the last one up the stairs. You shut off the lights and smiled at the memories you created tonight. Some of the boys had stumbled to their bags and grabbed them. You watched with amusement as they tried to figure out which one was which.

“You can take your pick of rooms upstairs," you said as you walked around the house to turn off some of the other lights. Making sure all of them made it upstairs you followed shortly after. As you got up the stairs you saw Mingi and Yunho taking over the forest green room, Wooyoung and San in the plum room and you turned to see Yeosang and Jongho in the maroon room. You smiled to yourself at how well you knew them; your boyfriends. Once you were satisfied everyone was settled you made your way to your room to see Seonghwa and Hongjoong sitting on your bed petting the giants. You smiled at the sight.

“Hi loves,” you said as you entered the room. Both of them looked at you with wide eyes and smiles. Hongjoong got up and approached you with a sweet smile.

“I still can't believe you're ours.” He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. Seonghwa made a weird noise between a squeak and a choke. Both of you looked at him with concern. Hearing that seemed to sober him up a bit.

“You're ours?” He asked quietly looking up at you. You nodded with a large smile. He got up on wobbly legs and hugged the both of you. Hongjoong laughed as he was squished against the two of you. “I'm so happy you accepted, yeobo” (Darling). You could feel your smile get wider.

“Me too, my star” he pulled himself away from the two of you and planted a hesitant kiss on your cheek.

“I would like to kiss you, but I want to wait until I am sober," he muttered. You lightly laughed at him while grabbing his hand.

“I would love that, and I agree that needs to happen when you are sober, then you can have all the kisses.” he made a small celebratory motion and Hongjoong let out a snort at the elder man.

“Come on, let's get to bed,” Hongjoong gently put his hand on Seonghwa’s back. You nodded and let go of Hwa’s hand, stepping away and going to your closet to change so they could have a little privacy. You grabbed your moon child shirt and matching shorts. Taking off Seonghwa’s overshirt you gently set it on your vanity. You got situated and knocked on the door to make sure it was safe for you to come out. You giggled at the little bit of irony in what you were doing.

You heard Hongjoong respond that you were safe to come out. Stepping out you saw both of your boyfriends on the bed facing each other. You got into the bed behind Hongjoong who was now in the middle. The giants moved around and settled themselves up close to the three of you. Hongjoong had turned around to face you and you watched as Seonghwa hugged him from behind. Hongjoong reached out to you and laid his hand on your cheek. You closed your eyes as he started running his thumb back and forth on your cheekbone. You felt a small peck to your lips and you smiled at him as he pulled away.

“Goodnight Nae Sarang” (My Love) he muttered

“Goodnight Songbird, I love you. I am happy to be yours and I can't wait to tell the rest of the boys.”

“We love you too, I can't wait either.” He responded with a quiet voice and small smile, his eyes were half closed already. You took off your glasses and set them on the shelf you had next to your bed. Crawling into the bed you cuddled up closer to him and you felt his arm wrap around your waist as he tucked you under his chin. Seonghwa’s hand came to rest just above Hongjoong’s. You listened to their breath even out and let their rhythm lull you into sleep.

★☆☽ Timeskip ☾☆★

PIano music haunted your dreams. You watched as your Granny played the piano in front of hundreds of people. Her face had long since begun to fade from your memory, but you knew it was her. Every stroke, every note echoed across the large theater. People were watching with still silence as she played. It was her last show before she retired. When she finished the last note of one of the first songs she wrote everyone rose. It was a standing ovation, your grandpa, mother, and aunt were all standing beside you applauding loudly. Many people threw roses onto the stage.

You suddenly startled awake, you could feel the tears running down your face, again with the crying today; for fucks sake. Hongjoong and Seonghwa were spooned together and you were still tucked under Hongjoong’s chin. Not wanting to risk waking them up you lightly took both of their hands off of you and scooted off the bed as best you could. Toothless had positioned himself across your back but got up as soon as you started moving. You got up and looked down at the boys on your bed. You wished they could have met your Granny.

You grabbed your glasses and made your way downstairs to grab yourself a glass of cool water. Something rubbed against your calf and you looked down to see Toothless. He was rubbing himself across you and circling to anything he could reach. You stuck your hand out and he headbutted it and rubbed his entire body against you. He had always known when you were troubled, and generally the other two were not too far behind. You looked up from petting Toothless as soon as you heard a half meow. Beans had always been chatty even when she didn't quite have her morning voice yet. Mocha was silently following her. They both approached you and Toothless rubbed himself against Mocha, much like they used to do when they were little. You smiled at them and wished your Granny could have met them too. She would have absolutely loved them, your poor Papa was allergic to dogs so they opted for cats instead. You grew up around cats at their house, it was a bonus that your father couldn't come over. She would have loved how big and affectionate they were.

After giving some love to all three of them you set your glass in the sink. Instead of returning to bed you opted to go downstairs. Making your way to the stairs the giants almost toppled you over as they rushed to beat you down. You turned on the lights and went to the right into the second dining room. While walking to your destination you paused to look at the beautiful white plates that had silver designs; your Granny’s fine china. Yet another thing that she left you after her death. You made your way to the door in the back corner. Taking a deep breath you pushed open the door and flicked on the light. The layer of dust was scattered around as you walked into the room you had not been in for almost a year.

You took in the wood paneled room, it hadn’t changed. Turning to the side you looked at the large deep green couch. Beans had gotten up on it and was sitting there staring at you. Turning back to look at the majority of the room, it was littered with pictures of your family; every one of them was of your mother’s side. You looked at how happy you were all those years ago. Under the facade you knew you were going through some of the hardest moments of your life; but they had always been your light in the darkness. Your Granny and you were the star of most of the pictures littered about, she had been your favorite person.

Walking farther into the room you grabbed the picture that sat on top of the piano on the left. It was a selfie of you and her at her last performance. The both of you were wearing formal dresses and grinning like madmen. She was the reason you are who you are today, her sarcasm and quick witted replies had always stuck with you. Her teasing nature was something that annoyed most people but you absolutely loved it. She loved to play pranks on your Papa and was delighted when you first showed her some on tiktok. The memory of this day came to the forefront of your mind.

“I would like to dedicate this final show to my family. Tommy, you have been the best support and husband I could have asked for. Thank you for listening to me drill these songs nonstop for the last sixty years, I love you.” She was smiling at your Papa. You turned to your right to look at him and you could see the love in his eyes as he gazed up at her. She turned slightly to address your mom and aunt who were on the other side of you.

“Cadence and Melody, thank you for watching your old mom perform and giving me a reason to keep doing this, you both inspired me to continue doing what I love and for that I am eternally grateful, I love you both– Y/n,” she turned to look at you. You watched as her grin faltered and tears started to well in her beautiful light blue eyes.

“My muse, I love you so much. Thank you for allowing me to teach you, thank you for taking an interest in one of the most precious things to me. I know you don't want to follow in my footsteps but I hope you keep playing as you move on to your next adventure. You are the reason I wrote this final song.”

You could still hear the faint melody of the sweet song she played for you. It was the first and only time it debuted. Before you could stop yourself you set the picture down gently and stepped in front of one of the two pianos. Her piano. The one you got when you got here was parallel to you, but you had a soft spot for this one. You had so many memories attached to this particular piano. She taught you everything she knew with this piano. You flourished your hands behind you at nothing and sat at the bench. Pulling away the key cover you dusted off the ivory keys the best you could.

You sat there with your hands on the keys without pressing any of them down. The memories came rolling back. She agreed the first time you asked her to teach you; she was over the moon that her only grandchild was taking an interest in her passion. You remembered sitting next to her while she showed you your first notes over fifteen years ago. The laughter you both shared and the applause as you finished a song in front of your family. You remembered the silly parts of sitting on this bench too. She had always flourished either her dress or air if there was nothing there before she sat down. It was a habit you picked up from her and you hadn't let go of it since. That was the childhood you deserved, not the shitty one you were forced into by your wretched father.

You flexed your fingers to test to see if it was in tune, the first note rang and it was just slightly out. It would be good enough for playing. You took a deep breath and steadied yourself. You began the first notes of the first movement of Moonlight Sonata. Your Granny loved this song. You let the melancholy sounding music take over. Closing your eyes you played it by muscle memory, it was the first song she taught you. You felt the tears well up in your eyes and before you could stop them they were rolling down your face like raindrops on a window. You let out a shuddering breath and continued playing, your eyes never opened and the tears never ceased.

In the quiet of the night was always when you liked to play. You didn't have to worry about people judging you or the noise of everything that was awake during the day. It was just peaceful in the dark corners of the night. You continued for a few minutes before you heard a shuffle by the door. Assuming it was the giants you kept playing. You heard footsteps approaching you on the carpet, opening your eyes, you turned around and you saw Seonghwa. His eyes were squinted at you and at the intrusion of the lights. His hair was a mess from where he had previously been laying on one of your pillows.

“You play beautifully. I didn't even know you played.” He shuffled over to you and sat close to you on the small seat you had next to the bench so someone could watch you play. He reached out and wiped away some of the tears on your face. You leaned into his touch as he cupped your cheek gently. “What’s wrong, my moon?” You closed your eyes at the nickname, you felt the tears start to fall again just slightly quicker this time. The thought flickered across your mind that she sent him to you, that she sent them all to you.

“I haven't played in over a year–” you rasped. “–I haven't played since my Granny died. The first time I played since she passed was earlier today when Jongho was doing his conductor part– and the only reason I did was to get Aurora to stop bugging me about playing– she didn't even know I haven't played since she died..”

He pulled you off of the piano seat and into his lap, you put your head on his chest and continued to cry. “I miss her so much Hwa–” you clutched his clothing”–I miss her so, so much. I wish she was here to see how far I have come, how much I have improved and learned. I wish she could have met you and the rest of the boys. I wish she could have met my best friends, the only ones I had outside of her. Every single one of you would have loved her. I miss her Hwa– I miss her so bad…”

He clutched you tighter to his chest as you wept. He started to comb his fingers through your hair as he looked around the room. The first thing he saw was a picture of you and what he assumed to be your Granny on the piano. The next one he saw was of a piano with three sets of hands on it, two sets were from adults, the other set was from a child. His gaze caught on the picture in the center of the collage on the wall closest to the piano, that must have been them, the couple in the center of the photo were looking at each other with such love. He returned to look at the one on the top of the piano, it must have meant a lot if it was the only one there. “Is that her?” he asked you quietly. You picked up your head from his chest and followed his gaze.

“Yeah, it's the last picture I have of us together before I left for Korea when I was twenty. It was also her final show, she dedicated a song she wrote to me that night.” you looked back to him and he was looking at you with such care. You smiled at him with a watery smile, he returned the gesture before wiping the tears off your cheeks again.

“If she is anything like you, I know I would have loved her.”

Your smile got wider, “She was a mischief maker a lot like Wooyo–” You wiped some more tears from your eyes, “–she absolutely loved poking fun at people.” you let out a watery chuckle. “In fact, one of my favorite memories was when I was little and we scared the absolute shit out of my mother by hiding around the house when she came to pick me up to go home. We hid and evaded my mother for almost twenty minutes. Just as she was about to give up, both of us jumped out at her. I had never heard her scream so loudly and jump so high. All of us burst into uncontrollable laughter after and my mom let me stay the night that night, just for the hell of it. The three of us ended up having a sleepover and eating tons of snacks and falling asleep on a couch very similar to the one in the corner.” you watched as he gazed at the large couch settled in the corner of the room directly to the right of the door.

“She sounds wonderful.” you nodded at him and leaned to rest your head on his shoulder.

“She really was.” you trailed off. The two of you sat there in silence for a couple of minutes just basking in eachother’s warmth. You turned and looked back at the piano. Scooting to get out of Seonghwa’s hold you moved to the bench and stretched out to the keys to begin playing again. This time you played one of your favorites; Clair de Lune. Once you fell into the familiar rhythm you let your muscle memory take over again. You didn't miss a beat of the hauntingly beautiful melody while you looked over to Seonghwa. He was resting his elbow on his crossed legs and his chin was in his hand. He was watching your hands as they danced across the keys. You smiled at how entranced he was before turning back to focus on the song. The melody flowed throughout the room and echoed slightly off the wooden paneled walls. You could feel the vibrations through your fingers and you let them calm you. You noticed your heartbeat wasn't in your throat like it had been earlier today. Your hands felt more sure of themselves as they glided across the keys. The grief, while never gone, had made itself smaller. You swayed with the music and let the final chords ring throughout the room before letting the petals go.

Senghwa immediately swept you up and off of the bench. You laughed at the sudden attack but stilled as you realized he was looking down at you. His eyes were swimming with adoration, he was so close you could see the variations of color in his dark eyes. You let your eyes flicker to take in the rest of his bare face this close. His skin was so smooth and his smile was perfect. His lips were a light shade of red like he had been worrying them through his teeth. You looked back to his eyes and watched the realization of the situation you were in settle into his mind.

He leaned in slowly and pressed his plump lips against yours. You were initially stiff but immediately relaxed into his gentle hold as your eyes fluttered closed. As soon as you started kissing him back he pulled you as close to him as you could get. You brought your arms up and placed your hands on his cheeks letting your thumbs run across them. His hands smoothed over your back and you felt a shiver roll through you at the light touch of his skin where your top rode up just slightly. His hands were warm as he moved the shirt upward just a little, it was an intimate gesture; a gentle caress. His thumbs started rubbing softly at the base of your spine. You let your hands travel over his cheeks and settle at the back of his neck where you played with the long strands of his hair. He pulled away from you and your eyes fluttered open. He let out a small content sigh, his eyes didn't open as he leaned his forehead against yours.

You rested there for what only felt like seconds before a yawn escaped you. He opened his eyes and looked into yours. You both were smiling at eachother. Before you could do anything else a yawn escaped him too. You chuckled at him and pulled him to you in a quick hug. He rested himself against you briefly before you separated from him. He let out a small whine and pouted at you. You tilted your head at him with a small smile

“Come on my star, let's go back to bed.” You grabbed his hand and interlaced your fingers with his before making your way out of the room. The giants followed shortly behind as you turned off the light. The two of you quietly made your way up the stairs and went to your room. Hongjoong was cuddled up in the center of the bed in a large cocoon of blankets. Both of you let out huffs of laughter and took your respective spots on the bed. Before you laid on the bed you took your glasses off and set them on the shelf again. Hongjoong’s body subconsciously reacted to Seonghwa joining him; he had just barely scooted closer to the taller man’s form. Seonghwa gently grabbed him and pulled him forward to his chest to tuck him under his chin. Once he was settled you scooted in behind Hongjoong. You felt Seonghwa’s hand lightly searching for something. You grabbed his hand and he immediately settled. Cuddling farther into the back of Hongjoong’s neck you fell asleep.

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kalashtars · 1 year ago

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staring into the middle distance w/ dread so hard

#damien.txt #little vent moment in the tags lol #i have a phone interview tomorrow and it got me sitting here like 😵‍💫#and by tomorrow i mean today. it's 3 a.m. send help <3 #i've never done a phone interview before tbh. and phone calls make me fucking anxious anyways. so. fun.#it's soooo low stakes tho like i really shouldn't be pressed abt it. but im also incapable of not being pressed abt it. so.#ahahaha anyways. currently uh. suffering. bc. i keep trying to change my habits and it's not working!#i just want to be a vaguely functional human being. which is a low af bar but literally it feels like #i am jumping for it and not even getting close to reaching it #everytime im like 'oh maybe things are getting a little better' they immediately plummet and go badly again #and. fuck bro. i literally don't know what to do about this at this point. like it feels impossible to get out of #which is an incredibly concerning statement to type lmao just realized that as i typed it #don't worry! am not going to sewerslide. as the kids say #but truly the level of not really living i am doing atm is. surely something!#anyways. going to. try and sleep. but. the anxiety of it all might be a bit much. AHHHHHHHHH-

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cherry-treelane · 7 months ago

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everytime i feel bad and stressed about my life i remember that i might be in a troubling situation and having a bad time but im not season 4 fiona gallagher in the clink after leaving crack on the counter which my 3 year old baby brother happened to ingest resulting in a fatal near-death experience thats wracked me with never-ending guilt and forever altered my life

#this storyline was stupid you expect me to believe two-apples-tall liam gallagher came close to the crack AND managed to ingest it?#the crack which is lined up on the kitchen counter?#Also i don't believe that fiona would be irresponsible enough for liam to have been able to be close to the crack #that was an ooc moment and not like “its ooc cause thats the point shes going thru a tough time”#morelike “so ooc that it seems like a discrepancy that was overlooked for the sake of drama and shock value #as an older sister i feel like being watchful of your younger sibling if crack is in their general vicinity is an unstoppable instinct #its just not a plausible situation sorry like this is coming from someone who wholeheartedly embraces the realistic idea #of fiona falling short sometimes and being very human by struggling to consistently maintain her doting attentiveness #but anyways it's complicated cause Fiona clearly put it somewhere he cant reach #so how did he get access to it????#its like getting mad at a parent for putting a glass of wine on the counter #not comparing that to literal cocaine obviously this whole situation was nonetheless messed up #but just for some perspective... the writers were clearly doing cocaine themselves if they thought that #liam was bungee-jumping onto the counter and showing off his skills as an apparent budding olympics gymnast #not justifying anything but. listen.#the fact that it was on the counter FOR A REASONNN shows that fiona was careful to keep it out of reach and NOT do something insane like #putting it on the table #liam somehow magically having access to it defeats the purpose of it being on the counter.#if they really wanted for it to be believable that liam managed to snort it they should've put it on the table #but we already know that situation wouldn't be believable in its entirety cause we know that fiona would literally never leave it there #WHICH IS MY POINT. LIKE THIS SITUATION IS JUST ANNOYINGLY UNBELIEVABLE. FIONA WOULD NOT DO THIS AND HOW DID LIAM EVEN GET TO IT??#theres like 39482939 overlooked discrepancies just for the sake of getting to the shock #just to circle back Fiona would literally never let liam go near crack no matter how far gone and fucked up she was #I KNOW THIS BECAUSE I AM AN OLDER SISTER.#its just so UGHHHHH anyways obviously i still think in canon yeah Fiona was at fault shouldve been more careful and watchful #no matter how you look at it its clear that a risk like this just cannot be taken and she had to be blamed to an extent #but me personally? i reject it because it didnt feel natural to me at all there were 394939 other ways to frame a Fiona downfall #And i loved all the other ways her spiral was shown like getting messed up and ending up in Sheboygan #all the shit she got into with robbie + the impulsive urge to ruin the good thing she had going with mike #so human and believable and deeply flawed unlike the liam situation which was horrifically OOC and unrealistic

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inkskinned · 7 months ago

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how do i contact apple bc actually i am currently going through an internet story but i don't have twitter.

which is to say that 3 weeks ago i was on vacation to the Azores with my family. due to girl pockets (iykyk) my phone fucking jumped into the ocean literally only because i lifted my leg above a 30 degree angle to avoid a wave. the phone was black. the sand was black. it was night. i had waded in about 2 feet deep. i think my guardian angel just closed his eyes.

i immediately reached a state of peace about it. maybe it was a sign from god or the universe. don't we all need to unplug. let's live in the moment or whatever. also, let's give the crabs technology, i just think it would be funny.

i come home. i haven't backed up my phone in a while (lol since 2022) and the shitty replacement i got is literally useless. i lost pictures of newborn babies. i lost contacts. i have to wrangle things together that need 2-factor authentication with a phone that's in the fucking ocean.

and then today i got this notification.

What in the everfuck. are you kidding me. this thing was IN THE OCEAN. like the ACTUAL OCEAN. like originally "find my phone" was reporting it as ABSENT.

and then i get this email:

she found it while she was SNORKLING. at the bottom of the actual ocean. it's been there for 3 weeks.

IT STILL WORKS.

which is to say. like how do i get her anything she wants, forever. i don't have any money but i would buy her a fucking boat of iphones to thank her. how do we get apple to give me a commercial. if nothing else i just want people to know that someone found my phone at the bottom of the ocean because how fucking fake of a story does this even sound.

what's going on. hello????????

#personal #we can take a quick break from anticapitalism to just discuss #the sheer fucking improbability here #remember when i said i have big luck??????????#HELLO???????????????????????????????

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onehundredelevven · 3 months ago

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Toji w/ preggy wife + out-of-this-world cravings

Toji stared at the counter. The ingredients you demanded sat before him like a challenge issued by the gods: instant ramen, whipped cream, peanut butter, and pickles. A lineup so vile it could send even the most daring chef into an existential crisis.

"Are you serious about this, or am I just getting pranked?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder.

You sat on the couch, legs crossed, a pillow pressed against your baby bump as you gave him the most innocent look in return. "Dead serious."

"You want ramen topped with this… stuff? And you're gonna eat it."

"Yup."

Toji groaned, running a hand through his dark hair. Of course, you had to pick this moment in your pregnancy to throw curveballs at him. The man was many things—an ex-hitman, a gambler, a loving yet blunt husband—but a gourmet chef? Not so much.

Still, he got to work. He boiled water, ripped open the ramen packet, and eyed the whipped cream like it might explode if he got too close. The sound of the kettle whistling filled the silence, but your voice broke through soon after.

“Don’t forget to add peanut butter! Like a lottt.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, spooning a glob of it into the pot and stirring like his life depended on it. The smell was… not great. Toji’s nose wrinkled in pure, unfiltered disgust. “You sure this ain’t gonna poison the kid?”

“It’s what the kid wants, Toji. I’m just the messenger,” you quipped.

When it was finally done—complete with pickles carefully arranged on top—Toji approached you with the steaming bowl in hand. He hesitated, watching your excited expression as you reached for it.

“I can’t believe you’re actually gonna eat this. You’re insane,” he muttered, plopping down beside you on the couch.

“Hey, you married me,” you shot back, grabbing the bowl and digging in with absolutely no hesitation.

Toji watched, equal parts fascinated and horrified, as you slurped up the ramen, the whipped cream melting into the broth in a way that should’ve been illegal. He leaned back, arms crossed, still trying to wrap his head around the scene.

“This is actually amazing,” you said between bites, offering him the spoon. “Wanna try?”

He recoiled immediately, glaring at you like you’d suggested he jump off a cliff. “Not in a million years, woman.”

“Oh, come on. You can’t knock it ‘til you try it!”

“Yeah, well, I’ll take your word for it.”

Despite his grumbling, he stayed by your side, handing you napkins, fetching water when you needed it, and even cleaning up after you finished. Disgusted or not, there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d let you handle it yourself.

Later that night, as you snuggled into him in bed, you mumbled, “Thanks for putting up with me. And the weird cravings.”

Toji pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his hand resting protectively on your belly. “Tch. Don’t mention it. Just don’t ask me to eat that crap.”

But even as he complained, you knew he’d do it all over again if it made you and the baby happy.

#jjk #111dumps #jjk fic #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk fluff #jjk toji #toji fanfic #toji fluff #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader

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classyrbf · 4 months ago

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PART 2 OF PRISONER!GETO

prisoner!geto who can’t stop thinking about late at night, getting so worked up and horny, the most horny he’s been in a while. He’s pulling his pants down, closing his eyes while he pictures the way your scrubs clung to your body and showed off your ass. He thanks god he doesn’t have a bunkie or else he’d be in a real awkward position. He purposely gets into another fight a week later, the wound on his lip opening back up. He’s smiling to himself as he gets walked to the infirmary knowing he’ll see you there.

“Not you again,” you sigh.

“Told you I’d see you soon, doctor.” He sits on the small bed, watching as you put on gloves and examine his busted lip. He can tell you’re avoiding eye contact with him, trying your hardest to ignore his stares and slight touches. “Have you thought about my offer yet?” He asks.

You gulp, blinking as you rub the ointment over his wound. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You play stupid, but you remember your last conversation so clearly. It makes you nervous. All he does is laugh.

“Come on. I’ll even beg.” He grabs your wrist, slowing pulling it down, a smug smirk on his handsome face. “You telling me you haven’t thought about it once since we last seen each other?” He whispers. He parts his legs, pulling you in between them. And god, you smell so good. So sweet. He could just eat you up right here.

You stand there, unable to form words because as much as you want to say no, you want to say yes. He makes your heart race and your pussy wet. What a sly bastard. With his stupid tattoos, muscles, hair and chiseled face. You hate how much effect he has on you.

“Listen,” he rubs a hand down your waist, “meet me in the supply closet by the showers during lunchtime if you’re really down.” He flashed a smile before standing to his feet and walking out the infirmary. “Bye, bye, doctor.”

Come lunchtime, you walked through the halls of the prison, mentally cursing at yourself. It’s just one time, one time. You bet he won’t even be there, that he’s just playing a stupid joke cause he’s bored with himself. And as you reach out to open the supply door, your heart beats against your ribcage, looking around to find the halls empty. You step in, seeing him leaning against the wall, the faint rays of light allowing you to make out some of his features. “Well, look who it is,” he chuckles. “Came here to help me out, doc?” He walks over to you, trapping you between him and the door.

“Shut up already and let’s get it over with.” You smash your lips on his, kissing him with such urgency and fervor. His large hands grab at your ass, squeezing and groping it as he pushes you against the wall, knocking a few things over. You both pull away, breathing heavily, lips swollen. “We gotta be quick,” you whisper, undoing his jumpsuit while he pulls down your pants.

“More eager than I am, huh?” He teases, earning an eye roll from you. “Come here.” He bends you over the small wooden table, snatching your panties off and getting a good feel of your ass. His dick jumps, pre cum already leaking from the swollen tip. He’s already so worked up, so ready to feel your wet and tight cunt. “Fuck,” he grunts, running his head over your sopping slit, nudging your clit slightly. “Already so fucking wet.”

He pushes his throbbing tip past your folds, a small gasp leaving your lips when you feel how thick he is. Inch by inch you feel the stretch, you mouth agape as you try and grow accustomed to his size. Geto’s entire body shivers, his fingers pressing into your skin so hard you’re sure he’d leave marks. “Ohhh shit,” he lets out a shaky breath. God, it’s been so fucking long since he’s had some good pussy and he can already tell he won’t last long. He finally bottoms out, feeling your walls clench around his length, sucking him in. “My god,” he laughs in your ear. “Lemme just enjoy this feeling—fuckkk—for a moment,” he moans, eyes fluttering shut.

He finally starts moving his hips, feeling his tip press against your cervix with each thrust. With each passing second, he gets faster, fucking your harder and rougher, your pussy has got him in a trance. “Pussy feels so fucking good,” he grips your hips, pulling you back towards him so you can meet his thrusts. One of his hands reach around your throat, gripping it just enough as he pulls you back against his broad chest. “Do you fuck all of your patients or am I just special?” He jokes.

“Mmmm…shut—ah—up!” You cry out, whimpering when he presses up against you, finding a new angle that makes your eyes roll back. “Just keep fucking me,”you say with a raspy breath.

“Doctors orders.” He can feel the way your pussy leaks, your juices dripping down his shaft and make his cock ache like never before. It almost hurts. He hold you tighter against him, the sound of skin on skin filling the small room. “You take it so well,” he breathes against your skin, pressing wet kisses to your neck. “So fucking well.” His thrusts grow sloppier, chasing his own orgasm. But in the distance, he hears the guards walking down the hall. “Shh, shh, shh.” His hand covers your mouth, his thrusts becoming slow and deep, letting you feel every inch of his cock, every vein, every pulse before hitting that sweet spot deep inside of you.

Your eyes squeeze shut, trying your hardest to keep quiet, the guard getting closer and closer. Their keys jingle with each step and their voices grow louder. “Atta girl. You feel how fucking deep I am…shiittt. Keep fucking squeezing me like that—yeah, yeah you’re gonna make me fucking cum.” His brows furrow as he bites down as his bottom lip in attempts to contain his moans, but his abs tense up and his entire body shakes before he’s filling you up, stuffing you with his sticky, hot cum. “No, no, don’t you dare move. Just like thattt, oh yes!” His eyes roll back, still cumming. His pushes his cum deeper inside of you, feeling it leak back out before he finally pulls out.

Geto truly wishes he could’ve had more time with you. His mouth drooling over the mere thought of how you taste, wanting to make you cum on his tongue, but for now he’ll have to settle for this. “You came inside me, asshole!” You pull your pants back up, turning to face him.

“Couldn’t let it go to waste.” He reaches out and stroke your cheek. “Right?”

“Whatever.” You swat his hand away. “Where are my underwear?” You look around the dimly lit room before realizing he was holding them.

“I’ll be keeping these for later,” he swung them in your face before stuffing them in his pocket.

“You’re such a pervert.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“You have my cum running down your leg right now.” He places a finger under your chin, tilting it towards him as he leans down and kisses you slowly, his tongue sliding over yours before catching your bottom lip. “Mmm, thank you, doctor.” He smiles before kissing you once more.

You push him off of you, trying to process everything you just did right now. It was so wrong but it felt so right, so good, so intoxicating. “If it makes you feel any better, I get out in six months.”

“No. This was a one time thing.” You place a hand on his chest, shaking your head.

“Was it? Cause I don’t think it was. Not with the way your pussy was squeezing around me. It was almost like she was made for me.” He cups your face, forcing you to look at him. His eyes searches yours, a smile forming at the corner of his lips. “Yeah…it definitely isn’t the last time.”

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himbodruid · 3 months ago

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Crying Wolf

My take on the 105 affinity Secret Times audio 😏

Intended for 18+ readers ONLY. MINORS DNI

Sylus x Reader/You

Breeding kink (probably)-:- marking -:- possessive sex -:- soft sex -:- consent is hot -:- aftercare

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The soft plinking sounds of the silly game you were playing echoed in the otherwise vacant room. You’d awoken from disturbing dreams in your own bed at the base, and snuck into Sylus’s room. And now you were curled up on his bed and clutching one of his pillows to your chest. He wasn’t home yet and it was a day off for you, but you figured he wouldn’t mind you borrowing his space.

“What are you playing?”

His voice suddenly appearing right next to your ear startled you and made you jump. Your hand struck out on instinct, which he caught with a chuckle before it could connect with his face.

“Shit, Sylus, you nearly gave me a heart attack. Are you trying to scare me?” You settled back down, trying to calm your adrenaline.

“Am I trying to scare you? You’re overthinking it, love.” He chuckled again at your pout.

“Still rude to sneak up on people like that.”

“Meanwhile, Miss Hunter didn’t even notice me when I was this close.” He leaned in, sending your pulse racing again for a different reason. “Your lack of vigilance is worryin-“

With a scowl, you slapped your hand over his mouth to prevent him from finishing that sentence. He was right, but you wouldn’t willingly admit it. Could he hardly blame you for feeling safe in his space?

You felt him smile under your hand for a brief moment, before he pulled it away from his mouth and flashed you that devilish half smirk of his. “You’re that eager to shut me up? Oh, you’re gonna need more than just your hands, Kitten.”

The tension that had built in those few seconds was interrupted by the sound of your game ending. Your phone was still in your other hand, but it had been all but forgotten when you got lost in Sylus’s predatory gaze.

“Oops, guess you lost,” he rumbled without breaking eye contact with you. Amusement twinkled in his eye. “Sorry for interrupting your game.”

You cleared your throat and looked away from him. You hated how easily he could get under your skin, with just a simple look from those cat-like crimson eyes of his. You made to return to your game and start again.

“But I remember an hour ago, someone promised to go to bed early starting today.”

“Oh, so you did see my text,” you muttered under your breath. He pretended not to hear you though.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.” The smile in his voice made you want to reach out and punch him. Instead, you reined in the impulse and restarted the game.

“I haven’t forgotten. This is a sleep aid game,” you said with a huff, pointedly ignoring his presence now.

“You…play a game to help you fall asleep. This is the first time I’ve heard of it.” He made a noise of suspicion and leaned in again. “Looks like someone’s trying to pull the wool over my eyes.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and scooted over on his bed. He rose from the chair he’d been occupying and sat next to you at your beckoning, and raised a brow when you handed him your phone with a freshly started game.

“Why are you giving it to me? I’m not into these little games.” He said gruffly.

“Just try it,” you say. “I’m trying to prove my innocence here.”

With a chuckle, he accepted your phone. “Alright, we can do that. Scoot over.”

You shifted over some more, placing the pillow you’d been cuddling back against the headboard. He stretched out languidly beside you, resting against the pillow you’d just placed, and held out an arm to you.

“Come here, rest your head on my arm,” he commanded softly. You smiled and laid beside him, where his arm wrapped around your shoulder, and immediately his hand began tracing soft patterns against your arm.

“Now then. Shall we get started?” You explained basic concepts of the game to him and showed him what to do, trying not to zero in your focus on his deft fingers lazily brushing your skin. After three sheep appeared on screen, Sylus paused.

“So the whole point of this game is to count sheep?”

“I mean, I tried to tell you it was a sleep aid game, but you didn’t believe me,” you laughed. He smirked back.

“Well, it is boring enough to make anyone fall asleep.”

With a playful punch to his chest, you took up your phone again and continued playing. You were trying hard not to focus on all the points where your bodies touched, trying to cool the heat that was slowly settling into you as he continued to trail his hand on you. You were trying not to lose yourself in the smoky spice scent of him. You were pretty sure he could feel your racing heartbeat, maybe even hear it, so you threw your focus into the game and tried hard to ignore how much you wanted to straddle him at that moment.

“Hmm…how many have we counted?” His voice was rough, like he was distracted. It took all of your effort not to squirm against him.

“You’d know if you’d stay focused,” you replied, thankful that your voice was steady. You were entirely too conscious of the fact that his shirt was stretched taut across his chest, and the sleep pants were slung low enough on his hips you could almost see his v-line.

“It’s not that I’m unfocused. Your hair is tickling my neck,” he rumbled. You scowled at him again.

“Seriously?” Was all you could think to say. He chuckled.

“Yes, it tickles. Only a little, though. Do you need me to help you tame this unruly hair of yours?”

Before you could give him an answer, his hand reached up and brushed strands of hair away from your face. His palm lingered on your cheek for the briefest of moments before moving down your neck. The action in no way removed your hair from his vicinity, but his focus was solely on you in that moment. Your breath hitched as his palm traveled further and then flattened against your collar bone. His eyes followed the contour of your neck before resting on the dainty necklace that rested in the hollow of your throat. You could see hunger ignite in his eyes when he saw it.

“Hmmh. Isn’t this the collarbone necklace I gave you?” He murmured while fingering the pendant. “My taste is pretty good, I guess.”

“Yes,” you say almost dumbly. “I love it.”

“It is very pretty,” he murmured, leaning over you. You couldn’t tell if he meant the necklace or your neck as he buried his face there. You thought you could feel his lips ghosting over your skin and the soft gasp that escaped you was nearly involuntary.

“S-Sylus, what are you doing?” You questioned, hating how breathless your voice was. He took a moment before replying, not bothering to pull himself away from you.

“Nothing. I just thought,” he said, punctuating with a soft kiss to your collarbone, “this spot was very enticing.”

His mouth descended onto your collarbone once more, a full open-mouth kiss that you couldn’t hold back your gasp at. Teeth scraped against your skin and then he latched onto you in such a way that you knew would leave a mark. It hurt at first, the aggressive pull of his mouth, but then there was a zing of rapture that flowed through you when he released you. His breath tickled across your now-damp skin and you shivered.

“It tastes just as I imagined it to be,” he murmured. “I wonder what this will taste like.”

Sylus moved to the opposite side of your collarbone now, his hand cradling your head while he gave the same treatment to that side. You tried your hardest to calm your thundering heart, to quell the heat that raced through you, to soothe the blush that spread mercilessly from your face to your now nearly exposed chest. You felt embarrassed at how quickly and easily he was able to turn you on. The sounds of the game came back to you and you desperately tried to return your attention to it. This didn’t escape Sylus’s notice.

“What? How many sheep are there now?” He nuzzled into your neck. “You’re still concerned about them? Looks like I haven’t gotten your undivided attention yet.”

“S-Sy,” you started, unable to find words when your breath came short.

“I don’t like you being so far away from me,” he growled before rolling his bulk atop you. You dropped your phone onto the mattress, the game forgotten now. “Come closer, let’s cuddle.”

You knew your face was aflame as he leaned down to nuzzle and kiss your neck. In a desperate bid to escape embarrassment, you mutter the lamest excuse you could. “B-but Sylus, it’s too warm.”

“To be honest,” a kiss on your neck, full of tongue, interrupted his thought, “it…can get even warmer. Than. This.”

His mouth found yours then, and he coaxed you open to him so that his tongue could plunge in and tangle with yours. You inhaled sharply, unable to keep your hands from him any longer. You kissed him back in equal fervor, not entirely ignorant to the hard length of him resting against your belly. Your hands combed through his silk-soft hair, all but holding him to you.

A sudden plink from your discarded phone brought you back to your senses. You were kissing Sylus. The two of you had been intimate in other ways, but nothing nearly as far as this yet. Holding hands, quick pecks on the cheek, chaste kisses here and there. But nothing so all-consuming, so passionate.

“Hmm? Oh. We lost,” rumbled Sylus against your lips. You turned your head and looked at your phone.

“Hmm. Looks like a wolf snuck in because you weren’t focused on our sheep,” you admonished lightly.

“Yeah. All of them were eaten,” Sylus replied with a smug smirk. He returned to burying his face against your neck. “How do you think those sheep were eaten? Like…this?”

He raked his teeth against the slope of your neck. You didn’t even have the mind to feel embarrassed about the moan that slipped from you.

“Or…like this?” His lips moved to the other side. A heavy, charged sigh escaped from him as he all but worshipped your neck. Kisses, bites, even rolling his tongue against your pulse. You were unravelling beneath him, and then his hand had the audacity to add to the sensations by running down the length of you. Your breaths came in short gasps and you longed to completely wrap yourself around him.

“I take back what I said about the game. It does have some redeeming qualities.”

The comment was so sudden, you couldn’t muster a response. All you could do was watch him with eyes half-lidded by desire while he elaborated.

“For instance, it is very realistic.” He gave another one of those heated sighs, followed by a soft growl while his hand continued to roam your body. You were fully aware now of his cock resting heavy against you, still held by the prison of his sleep pants. Somewhere he had wedged a knee between your own and was slowly sliding his way fully between your thighs. You could feel the heat blazing in your face and looked away from his assessing and possessive gaze.

It just happened that your attention fell back to your phone.

“Where are your eyes going? Honestly, I don’t think you need to get your phone back.”

You looked back to him, and he hiked your leg up to hook around his hip. The length of him was now pressed against your core, hot and hard.

“If you need a sleep aid, then I can fulfill that role.”

You felt like your brain was going to short circuit. Out of a desperate attempt to hide your madly blushing face, you covered it with the comforter.

“A sheep can’t escape if it’s trapped under the covers,” he said, tugging them away. “So, is this little lamb prepared?”

Another moan escaped you unbidden as he pressed his hips into yours.

“A wolf is coming,” he growled into your ear.

Fuck, I sure hope he will, you thought.

His mouth found yours again, and his roaming hand slipped underneath the cotton tank top you were wearing. Like electricity on your skin, his touch sent shivers through you. His thumb found your breast first, and then the rest of his hand engulfed the mound of flesh. You couldn’t help but arch into his touch, releasing pleased gasps into his fierce kiss.

Next thing you knew, your shirt was pushed up above your breasts and his hot mouth moved to teasing them. His tongue swirled around the nipple of one, while his hand continued kneading the other.

“S-Sylus,” you moaned with a shuddering breath. His teeth scraped against the underside and your hands dug into his scalp at the sensation. Your back bowed, arching firmly into his touch until his mouth moved further down. A blazing trail of kisses and bites all the way down your torso until he came to the hem of your shorts. All the while he kept his crimson gaze locked on your face, thoroughly enjoying the reactions he elicited from you.

He tugged at the hem, offering a silent question to you and going no further until you nodded your consent and lifted your hips for him. He stripped shorts and underwear away in one swift motion, and suddenly you were bared so intimately, so lewdly for him. You tried to pin your knees together, but he was already there, mouth at your hip and drawing out a mark to match the ones on your collarbone.

“I think,” he said, detaching from your skin, “I might enjoy seeing my marks on you a little too much.”

Your gaze landed on the bruise-like mark he left on your hip and you had to agree with him. Something about seeing his smirking mouth hovering there and a hickey darkening was just absurdly hot.

You let your head fall back into the pillow, covering your face with an arm. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Sylus.”

“Is that so?” He chuckled. “If you permit me, I can easily give you a little death, as a treat.”

Somehow your face flamed hotter at his innuendo. You didn’t have time to dwell on it, as you felt his thumb brushing through the soft fringe at your core.

“Mmh,” he growled. “So wet for me already, Kitten.”

And then his tongue followed the touch, and you were lost. A moan escaped from you, your hands flying to tangle once again in his hair. If he hated that you were messing up said hair, he didn’t say a word. In fact, the action seemed to provoke him further and he soon added fingers curling into your cunt. He worked you hard until you spilled over the edge with his name falling from your lips like a chant.

He crawled back up your body, planting a soft kiss before pulling away. He caressed your cheek while he gave you the tenderest of looks. It appeared he wanted to say something, but held himself back. Instead, he opted to lean forward and kiss your forehead.

And then the infuriating man tugged the comforter over you and made to leave.

“Wait, what?” You panicked and grabbed his arm to stop him from leaving.

“It’s late, Kitten, and you need to sleep.”

“No! I-“ your words were cut off by his chuckle.

“As much as I want to, Kitten, I hadn’t really prepared for sex. I don’t have any protection.”

You eased your shoulders, secretly relieved that he wasn’t rejecting you per se.

“That’s simple, though,” you say, swinging your arm wide and showing him the tiniest of protrusions on the inner side of your arm. “The Association pays for all of us to get temporarily sterilized. Those of us that want it, anyway. It lasts for five years, and I got it put in a few months ago because-“

You cut your words off, completely aware that you were rambling and embarrassing yourself further. You looked away, hating how desperate you sounded. But it was true, after being with Sylus and getting to know him, you wanted to prepare for a ‘just in case’ kinda situation just like this one. When he didn’t move or respond, you began shuffling yourself back under the duvet in awkward self-consciousness.

His hand shot out to stop you, though. “I truly don’t deserve you.”

With that, you were stripped bare before him once again. The duvet was discarded, and his crimson gaze followed every curve and edge of your body. It was like he was trying to memorize the picture of you naked in his bed.

“So damn beautiful,” he growled before falling upon you once again. His kisses were needy and hungry, working to quickly reignite your every sense. Your hands worked to slide his own shirt from his body, discarding it alongside your own clothing. The valleys of his abs called to you and you were unable to resist touching. Your fingers traveled the dips and rise of his torso, earning you panting groans from him. Testing, you allowed one hand to go even further downward. When he didn’t stop you at the hem of his pants, boldness overtook you and you grasped at the prominent bulge over the fabric.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips jerking forward of their own volition. He let his head fall against your chest with rough kisses while you pressed and kneaded the length of him in wonder. He was very clearly a large man as he all but dwarfed your petite frame underneath him, but down there he was also exceptionally large.

“How in the world is this supposed to fit,” you wondered aloud while still stroking him. He chuckled darkly in your ear, rolling his hips into your touch.

“Why don’t we find out, Kitten.”

His mouth engulfed yours again while he worked to strip the pants from his body. His tongue swept into your mouth, undulating in a way that suggested he was about to do that to you with his cock. Finally his hips nestled between your thighs, and you could feel how big he was resting against your body. You opened as wide as you could for him while his hips continued rolling forward and back. While not penetrating, his cock still dragged deliciously against your folds, urging your heart to pick up pace in anticipation.

And then, gods, the moment he pierced you, you wanted to cum. His movement was infuriatingly slow as he allowed you time to become accustomed to his girth first, and then his length last. You let your head fall back into his pillows, his name tumbling from you as you clung to him desperately.

And then he stilled, though you could tell by his shaking that it took all of his effort to hold back.

“Fuck, you feel so good on me, Kitten,” he whined. You wrapped your legs firmly around his waist, ensuring that he couldn’t suddenly change his mind and pull away from you in that moment.

A slight tilt of your hips and a clenching of your walls, and he nearly collapsed atop you at the forceful pleasure that rocketed up his spine. His moan was deep, guttural, and damn near feral. It only goaded you into shifting your hips again to rattle him further. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, and fuck the feel of him slamming so impossibly deep into you was almost enough to throw you over the edge.

“Sylus, please,” you whimpered to him. His gaze found yours and locked on as he so slowly pulled himself out, right to the tip. And then his hips rocketed forward and the force of him slamming into you all but ripped his name from you as a scream.

From there, the frenzied coupling reached a crescendo so quickly that neither of you were prepared for the full force of pleasure that toppled you over the edge. His cock was buried in you and responded in kind when your walls fluttered and milked him. You took every last bit he had to offer, and still he wasn’t done with you.

He shifted your legs so that the backs of your knees rested in his elbows, and he all but folded you in half while he pistoned into you. All you could do was cling to him, crying out in the pleasure he ripped so vehemently from you. The new position let him fuck into you even deeper somehow, and gods the way his cock dragged against your inner walls.

And the sounds he made only added fuel to the fire. Grunting moans, harsh whispers of praise, guttural growls. All of them possessed you, making you respond to him in kind between other cries of pleasure. His name became like a prayer with the frequency it tumbled from your lips, and gods when he growled out your name you were gone.

Climax swept through both of you again swiftly, more hot ropes of cum flooding you only to be used as lubricant while he continued to pound into you.

Three times he brought you over the edge and he jumped alongside you. Three times before he finally released your cramping legs and let them rest back around his hips. More marks dotted your body, and you added your own collection to his neck and chest.

Three times your body milked his, and yet he was still so impossibly hard inside you. You would be surprised if you weren’t leaking his cum for days after this.

“Fuck, Kitten, you feel so damn good. I don’t know if I will ever be able to stop fucking you,” he growled.

The pace of his thrusts slowed in reverent worship of your body. You could feel him more fully than the rapid driving of the last three rounds. You could feel how the scooped edge of the head caught and dragged along your walls, tugging and pushing electric shocks of pleasure that coursed through you. And gods the hard push of his hips when he buried fully to the hilt, the feel of his sac compressing against the slick of your combined cum. The sticky feel of it all when he pulls away with the obscene sounds echoing in the room with your twinned heavy breathing. The slow ascent of your pleasure was near infuriating, but you knew that the fall would be much sweeter, more intense.

“This is how I originally wanted to take you,” he murmured into your skin as he kissed the two marks on opposite ends of your collarbone. “But you feel too damn good, I couldn’t control myself.”

You could only respond with a moan as his cock continued to brush against that sweet spot inside you. Your legs slid up his body to bracket his torso, the slight shift just enough to give him even further access.

“Sylus, you feel so fucking good,” you whimpered to him, your nails digging into his back.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he said, nuzzling his face into your neck. He was doing that a lot, almost as if he was trying to absorb the scent of you.

“Yes,” you hissed. “Take me.”

“Come with me, Kitten.”

At his words and a final hard thrust of his hips, you shattered beneath him. Your body arched off the bed, limbs jerking with your head thrown back into the pillows. His name echoed into the room from your pleasured screams. This climax was the most intense one you’ve ever had, threatening your consciousness with black spots dancing at the edge of your vision. It was like Sylus had lit your entire body on fire with electricity. It crackled through you, your body’s convulsing no longer yours to control as you just tried to continue to cling to him.

You could feel his own orgasm steamroll through him as well. His hips jerked erratically as his cock twitched and pulsed inside you. His moans in your ear were punctuated by panting breaths and guttural growls. His sac grew taut and then he was spilling into you once more. He experienced full body trembling, quivering, spasming, and his desperate moans filled the room with yours.

His cock finally seemed to be through and he slipped from you. He left the bed without a word, coming back seconds later from the bathroom with a warm rag to help clean you up and a cool glass of water that you chugged. You were embarrassed but grateful at his care- though it was almost for naught as the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other in the shower. It seemed like there would be a never ending stream of cum flowing from your cunt with how many times he couldn’t resist burying himself in you.

After several more rounds in various positions, you were finally tucked against him and nodding off to the sleep you should have had at least six hours ago.

When you finally did wake, Sylus had stepped out with instructions to the twins to bring you breakfast and whatever else you wanted. Unfortunately for you, Sylus didn’t think about any kind of implications when he directed them to his room instead of your own. To make matters worse, you were bundled in his blankets, looking like you were still exhausted from a night of little to no sleep due to Sylus’s bullshit stamina.

The twins, though, were so obnoxiously delighted by the news that you “finally slept with the boss” that they kept trying to high five you whilst you were trying to fight them away out of embarrassment.

You got no peace that night or day, but it didn’t stop the contented grin that planted itself on your face.

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imaginedisish · 7 months ago

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Everlong (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)

A/N: This was not a request, just a thought I had and had to get out. "Everlong" by Foo Fighters just scratches my brain in a way very few songs can, and it fits perfectly for this fic. Hope you guys enjoy.

Summary: Logan offers you his bed as a friend, knowing how hard it is for you to fall asleep alone. But after months of sleeping next to him platonically, things finally take a turn...

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!! SMUT! Thigh riding, Oral (f!receiving), Fingering, Unprotected PIV (wrap it up!), Cockwarming, praise kink, breeding kink (if you squint), cocky!Logan, softdom!Logan, non-sexual intimacy to sexual intimacy, friends to lovers, man-handling, rough sex, afab!reader/f!reader, feelings, fluff, cursing, def some grammatical errors, I think that's it.

Word Count: 4,619 jeeeeeeezzzzz this is DEPRAVED

Sleep was hard—that is, until you started sleeping in Logan’s bed.

It had all started out so innocent. You were sitting on a couch in the study, flicking through the pages of your favorite book. You had just finished your fourth lap around the grounds of the mansion, and you decided you needed a break. The clock on the wall read 2:22 AM, mocking you, reminding you that of all the gifts you have, sleeping would never be one of them.

“What’re you doing awake?” You jumped at the voice breaking up the silence, but quickly recognized its bassy, deep tone. You turned to face Logan in the doorway.

“Just can’t sleep,” you answered, shrugging your shoulders. He wore a beater and gray sweatpants, and you struggled against the urge to trail your eyes up and down his body. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want him—you’ve wanted him for months.

Logan crossed his arms against his chest and smiled softly. “Can’t sleep either,” he said, taking a step closer. “You can come up to my room, if you want” he offered. “Next time you can’t sleep, or you have a nightmare, or you just can’t think of anything to do, come find me.”

You smiled at his words, at his kindness, at his willingness to help you. “Thank you, Logan,” you whispered.

“No problem, princess.” And then he turned to leave, walking back through the hallway and up the stairs to his room.

You’re still not sure what came over you in those following moments—still don’t understand where your confidence came from—but you forced yourself up from the couch and down the hall, following Logan’s path to his room.

He was already inside, already had the door closed, so you knocked. And the door immediately swung open. You swallowed, parting your lips nervously. “Lo, do you think I could take you up—”

But he didn’t even let you finish. He grabbed your arm and tugged you into the darkness of his room, navigating you carefully to his bed. He laid you down and walked to the other side, climbing in next to you. He brought the covers over your bodies, shuffling under the sheets, settling in, and then everything was silent.

You tried to get comfortable. You rolled onto your stomach and waited, eyes shut tight, hoping that sleep would take you under its current. But it didn’t. You rolled back onto your side, away from Logan, opening and closing your eyes frustratedly.

“You okay?” He asked. You could hear Logan inching towards you, his front suddenly pressing against your back.

You hummed in affirmation, leaning your back into him. He reached a tentative arm around your waist and pulled you into his chest. “Is this okay?” He husked, his lips at the shell of your ear.

“Yeah,” you panted into the darkness of his room, taking shallow breaths, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. You could smell him everywhere—on the sheets, the pillowcase, in the air of the room. It was all leather and musk and pine and denim. And there he was, holding you, his thumb drawing soft circles into your slightly exposed midriff. Something about it was overwhelming, but also comforting, as though all your senses were being cradled by him.

He could hear your heart beating, could hear your breath catching in your throat. “Relax,” he whispered. “I’ve got you. Go to sleep.” Your eyes fluttered closed, and you focused on Logan’s breathing. It was constant, stable, steadfast. He was so warm, so solid. And soon enough, you found yourself giving in to sleep.

You woke up a few hours later, the pale light of the moon still pushing through the curtains. Logan’s legs were tangled with yours, your face pressed into the center of his chest, his arm wrapped around your back, holding you tight. You tried to lift your head to read the clock behind you on the nightstand.

But Logan pulled you back down. “Go back to sleep,” he murmured against the crown of your head. “Too early.”

That’s how most nights have been since then—climbing into his bed, completely innocently, just to be able to sleep. He holds you all night, keeping you close. And when the sun finally rises, you both get up and head down to the kitchen, watching as Logan brews you a pot of coffee.

It’s shockingly domestic and incredibly intimate. And yet, the two of you have never talked about it. It’s a silent agreement, one based on pattern, convention, and repetition. These very events have played out more times than you can count—for months now. It has become so normalized that you don’t question it, don’t even think about it when you crawl into his bed, and he pulls you into his chest.

So, tonight starts out like any other. Your feet pad along the dark, mahogany wood floors, down the dim, quiet hallway, towards Logan’s room. You’re only wearing a pair of panties and one of Logan’s old t-shirts, the hem falling to the middle of your thighs.

You stand in front of his door and knock. You aren’t nervous anymore—aren’t anxious as he opens the door. He’s already shirtless, wearing just his boxers—which, however, is something you will never get used to. He smiles, his eyes trailing up and down your body as he steps to the side, inviting you in.

You know the drill by now—you walk to your side of the bed, lying down and pulling the covers up to your chin. Logan follows suit. You move in silence, but it’s a comfortable silence. It’s a silence shared by two people who don’t have to say a word, don’t have to communicate to feel connection. His arms wrap around your body, and he tugs you into his chest.

“Didn’t see you today,” he mumbles, his lips brushing your forehead. “Wish I could’ve.” His fingertips graze up and down your back, your t-shirt hitching up as you get comfortable, revealing your bare legs.

“I’m here now,” you whisper, pressing your face into the crook of his neck, smelling him, letting him overtake your senses. He tangles your legs with his.

“Is this my shirt, by the way?” he asks, his hands sliding down to the hem, which is now bunched up above the waistband of your panties.

You smile into his neck. “Maybe,” you answer, giggling softly.

His fingertips slip just under the t-shirt, tentative and hesitant, waiting for you to push him away, to tell him no. But you don’t. “Looks better on you than it does on me,” he husks, his thigh settling between your legs so that you’re straddling it.

“Th-thanks,” you stutter, trying to ignore the way he bumps against your core, the way his words make your heart race. You shut your eyes and wrap your arms around his center, letting him engulf you in his warmth. You swallow your feelings down and close your eyes. “Night, Lo,” you mutter.

“Night, princess,” he says, his lips against the crown of your head.

You listen carefully to his breathing, like you always do, and after a few moments, you find yourself falling asleep.

When you wake up a few hours later, your back is against Logan’s front. His arm keeps you pressed tightly to his chest, his nose nudging against the crook of your neck—you can feel his breath, warm on your skin. Your legs are intertwined, his knee just inches away from your core.

Logan moves in his sleep, his knee bumping against your core now, his nose nuzzling into your neck, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin just under your ear. You take a deep breath, pleasure pulsing between your thighs as Logan moves again, his thigh dragging against you. You can’t help the moan that falls from your lips.

He moves again, and that’s when you feel it—his erection stiff against the curve of your ass. Heat spreads across your chest, up to your neck, your stomach somersaulting as his hips press harder into your ass.

“L-Lo,” you stutter into the darkness of his room. But he doesn’t answer. His thigh slides against your core again. You can feel the wetness pooling between your legs, soaking your panties. “Logan,” you choke, moaning louder this time.

He hums in response, nuzzling his nose deeper into your neck, his lips pressing against your skin—the ghost of a kiss. It’s too much—you want to grind down on his thigh, want to feel his cock pressing against your ass, want to feel his hips rutting against yours. You thought maybe this would happen, hoped that one night would lead to something like this, but you never dreamed it would actually come to pass.

Logan’s thigh rubs against your heat again, and you mumble his name, your breathing quickening. “Fuck,” you groan, involuntarily bucking your hips against Logan’s. His erection drags along your ass.

You force yourself to be still as Logan grunts into your neck. “You awake, pretty girl?” He whispers against your ear.

“Mhm,” you murmur, trying to play half-asleep. You don’t want to let on that you can feel him hard against you, and you pray you aren’t soaking through your panties and onto his thigh.

You swear you can hear him mumble a soft fuck under his breath. Your thoughts race around your head. Maybe he was awake the whole time. Maybe he felt your hips roll against him. Maybe he can smell the arousal growing between your thighs. You know he can hear your heart hammering against your ribcage.

But his arm tightens its grip around your waist, and he pulls you closer, holding you down against his thigh. “What were you doing, sweetheart?” He rasps, pressing a true, open-mouthed kiss to your neck. You gasp, a shiver running down your spine.

“Wh-what do you mean?” You stutter, stumbling around your words as he kisses your neck again, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just under your ear.

He moves his knee, pressing harder into your core, dragging his thigh against your aching heat. You stifle a moan as he repeats the motion. “Felt you riding me, pretty girl,” he huffs, his hands gripping your waist, guiding your hips along his thigh. “Smelt you, too,” he whispers, his lips still at your neck. “Can feel that pretty, wet pussy dripping on me, darlin’.”

“Logan,” you whine, letting him move your hips back and forth. The pressure feels so good. You need more. “Please…” You trail off, grinding down onto him.

“Making a fucking mess of me, aren’t you?” He teases, his fingers gripping your hips like iron, so tight he might bruise. “Love watching you get off on me.” His voice is dark and honeyed, smooth like expensive liquor. Your walls clench around nothing as your clit drags along Logan’s thigh and you moan, throwing your head back against his shoulder. “So sensitive, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you pant, letting him pull you back and forth. You’ll take anything you can get—anything he’s willing to give to you. “D-don’t stop,” you beg.

“Fuck,” Logan grunts. “Need me that bad, huh?”

“Y-you have no idea,” you stammer. He bites your pulse point as one of his hands wraps around your front, slipping inside your panties and finding your clit. “Oh fuck, Lo,” you whine, the pads of his fingers drawing tight, rapid circles around the bud.

“That feels good, pretty girl?” You can hear the smirk in his voice. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you, and he’s getting off on it. You can feel his erection hard against your ass every time his hips buck into yours. “Bet it does, the way you’re soaking my thigh.”

“So fucking good,” you whimper. But you know you need more. You need him. “Logan, please…” You trail off, the words escaping you as pleasure pulses through your body.

“Please what, darlin’?” He teases, his fingers pulling out of your panties, his hands gripping your hips again, rolling you against his thigh. It’s not enough, and you groan at the loss of contact. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“N-need more,” you croak, dragging yourself along him.

“More what, beautiful?” But you know he knows. You know he wants to hear you beg for it, wants to hear you beg for him.

“More of you,” you choke out.

“Yeah?” He chides, slowing the roll of your hips with his iron grip. “More of me how?” He’s so goddamn cocky, so unfair.

“I-I…” your eyes roll back into your head as he slowly, teasingly drags you up his thigh, pulling you against his erection and holding you there. “However you want me,” you whisper, pushing against his cock. “Just want you.”

He suddenly pulls away, his grip on your hips forcing you into the mattress as he rolls on top of you, caging you in, his hands on either side of your head.

Logan’s lips crash down onto yours, swallowing you hungrily, his teeth grazing your lower lip and licking away the pain. You part your lips, inviting him inside, tasting his tongue against yours. He slides a hand down your body, stopping at the hem of your shirt and yanking it up. He breaks the kiss to slip the shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor. He sits up on his knees, his eyes trailing your body, settling on your bare breasts.

“So fucking beautiful,” Logan praises, lowering down over you, balancing on his forearm as his free hand glides up your side and to your breasts. He palms your flesh, rolling his thumb over your pebbled nipple, pinching lightly. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He traces across the valley of your breasts, his hand massaging the other side.

He grinds his hips into yours, his erection nudging against your core. “Wanted you so bad, pretty girl,” he pants, pressing another kiss to your lips. His fingertips drag down your body, gripping your hip tightly again. “Dreamed of fucking you, of tasting you.” He buries his face into the crook of your neck as he pushes you into the mattress, biting down on your pulse point. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me.”

You moan as he sucks at your sensitive skin. “Want you, Lo. Need you,” you whine, your arms wrapping around his back, nails digging into his skin. “Always wanted you.”

He kisses a trail down your neck, to your collarbone, between the valley of your breasts. He slides down your body, peppering light kisses across your stomach, stopping at the hem of your panties. He looks up at you, his face illuminated by the pale, blue moonlight. You can see the desperation in his eyes, the need. He licks his lips—a man starved—as his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties.

He tugs them down your legs, throwing them to the floor, and settles between your thighs. His face is just inches from your aching heat. Your chest heaves as he brings himself closer, his breath fanning across your cunt. You look down at him and find him staring up at you, watching your every move.

“Wanna know what you taste like, darlin’,” he huffs, his palms splaying on your inner thighs, spreading your legs wide open for him. “Want me to make you feel good?” His nails dig into the flesh of your thighs possessively.

“Y-yes,” you stammer, already arching your back off the mattress. “Please, Logan.”

He smiles, his eyes still trained on yours as his tongue swipes through your folds, long and slow, all the way up to your clit. “Fuck,” he mumbles against your core, flicking your clit, lapping at it twice before starting all over again. He licks another teasing stripe through your folds, landing on your clit and taking the bud between his lips this time. He sucks roughly, releasing your clit and swirling soothing circles around it. “You taste so perfect. Better than I ever imagined.”

He laves at you, devouring you, his head buried against your cunt. His right hand climbs up your inner thigh, nearing your folds as his teeth graze your clit. Your hips jolt back at the sudden feeling, and Logan is quick to slide his left hand under your thigh. He grips tightly, yanking you back to him, and pressing his face deeper into your cunt. “Don’t even think about it, pretty girl. You’re not going anywhere until I’m finished with you.”

You moan at his words, his right hand finally working its way up to your folds. His fingertips find your entrance, spreading your slick. “So fucking wet for me,” he murmurs, prodding your slit. “Want my fingers, darlin’?”

“Yes, Lo, please. Want all of—” He thrusts two long, thick fingers deep inside you, down to his knuckles. “Oh, fuck,” you cry out as he pulls out and slams back in.

His tongue swirls around your clit, his teeth grazing the bud every time he takes it between his lips to suck. It’s overwhelming, overstimulating, the way he laps at you, drinking you in, consuming you. If he could find a way to keep your taste on his tongue all day, he would. If he could slip under your skin to be one with you, to feel your warmth, he would. You know this isn’t want. This isn’t lust. This isn’t some one-off thing. This is need. This is longing.

Your eyes roll back into your head as he breathes you in, his tongue working at your clit as his fingers thrust in and out, dragging along your walls, scissoring inside you. “Doing so good for me, sweetheart,” Logan praises, and you clench down around him at the words. He smiles against your cunt. “You like that, don’t you? Like when I tell you just how good of a girl you are.”

Your walls flutter around him again. “I-I do,” you admit, your voice shaky as he fucks into you, hitting that sweet spot inside you with every pump of his fingers.

Logan chuckles darkly, the reverberation pulsing against your clit. “That’s my good girl, giving me what I’ve been waiting for,” he huffs, lapping at you, sucking on your clit like it’s candy. “Would’ve waited forever for you.”

Your muscles contract and release at his words, at the intimate confession. “Would’ve waited forever for y-you too,” you whimper, his fingers still working you open. You’re so close. Fire burns at the base of your spine, your walls clenching around Logan’s fingers again as his tongue draws tight, rapid circles into your bud.

“No more waiting, beautiful,” Logan grunts, and you know what he means—he knows you’re close. “Wanna feel you come around my fingers, wanna taste it.” It isn’t a request; it’s a command. His fingers plunge deeper, his tongue laving at your clit roughly between sentences. “Know you’re ready to let go, sweetheart. Don’t hold back. Come for me.”

You’re crashing down, falling, but not into nothingness—into Logan, into his warmth, into his touch. Your chest heaves and the room spins. Heat pours from deep at the bottom of your belly, fire spreading up your spine. Nothing has ever felt like this. His name is the only thing you can think, the only thing you can say: Logan Logan Logan Logan.

His pumps slow down, his fingers dragging gently along your inner walls until he stills inside you and carefully pulls out. His tongue is still lapping at you, still working your overstimulated clit.

“Logan,” you whine, your hands finding his head, digging your nails into his scalp. “Want you.”

He smirks against you, knowing full well what he’s doing. “You have me, darlin’.”

You groan, half in frustration, half in pleasure—the tension building back up between your thighs with every flit of Logan’s tongue. “Please,” you beg, tugging on Logan’s hair. He grunts at the feeling, smiling against your cunt again. “I want you, Logan.”

“Gotta be more specific, pretty girl,” he huffs, his face finally separating from your cunt. Your release glistens on his chin, his lower lip. He brings his fingers to his mouth as he waits, wrapping his lips around his fingers and sucking, savoring the taste of you.

“Want you inside me…” You trail off, watching as his fingers pop out of his mouth, his tongue darting out along his lower lip, rationing every drop of you he can find. “Want your cock,” you finally choke out.

The corner of Logan’s mouth turns up, his fingers hooking into his boxers and tugging them down. “Wanna fuck you so bad, beautiful,” he grunts, his cock springing free, bouncing against his stomach. He’s so much bigger than you had anticipated. You swallow nervously as he lowers himself down over you, resting on his forearm. “Thought about this for so long.”

His hand wraps around the base of his cock, guiding himself to your folds. He swipes through you, spreading your slick, notching against your clit. You moan at the contact, your chest coming flush with Logan’s as your back arches off the mattress. “Logan, please,” you beg. “Just want you. Only ever gonna—”

He plunges deep inside you, down to the hilt with one thrust. You’ve never felt so full—his cock thick and long, splitting you open. His presses a kiss to your lips, swallowing your moans as his tongue darts out, tangling with yours. He’s still inside you, stretching you out, allowing you to adjust to the size of him. “You okay, pretty girl?” He asks as his lips part from yours.

“Y-yes,” you stammer, your arms wrapping around his back. “Feels good. So big.”

Logan pulls out and thrusts back in, splitting you open again. “Fuck,” he groans, his forehead resting against yours. “So fucking perfect. So tight, so warm. Made for me, darlin’.” Your eyes flutter open and closed as his free hand slips between your bodies, quickly finding your clit.

“Lo,” you whine as his fingers draw tight, rapid circles into the bud. He sets his pace, pumping in and out of your cunt with reckless abandon. His hips rock against yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing along the walls of the room.

“Knew you’d feel like this,” Logan soothes, flicking your clit as he fucks into you. “Knew you’d feel this good. Wanna be inside you forever, princess.”

His lips find yours again, his teeth tugging on your lower lip and then sucking the pain away. It’s rushed and frantic, like he’s dying for more, searching for a way to reach deeper inside you, to feel all of you at once.

He ruts into you, his hips snapping, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you with every thrust. He pinches your clit roughly, and your back arches off the mattress, your chest pressing against his.

“No idea how much I wanted you…” You trail off as his cock pounds into you. He’s still stretching you out, still working you open.

Logan moans your name, his cock throbbing at your words. “Wanted to fuck you that first night you came in here,” he whispers at the shell of your ear. “Wanted you before that too. Knew I needed you the second I saw you.”

The confession rocks through you. You think of all those nights spent next to Logan, all those stolen moments. He wanted you—needed you the whole time.

“Lo,” you hiccup, his fingertips swirling your clit, his hips rocking against yours. He sinks deep inside, again and again, pumping in and out. Your walls flutter around his cock, dragging him in deeper.

“Fuck, pretty girl,” he groans, sliding out and plunging back in. “Squeezing me so good, taking me so well.”

Tears brim in the corners of your eyes at the pure pleasure drumming through your bones. You know you’re close, know you’re almost unraveling underneath him. Logan flicks your clit, drawing hard, rough strokes around the bud. You’re on fire, and you’re burning for him.

“Logan I-I…” You stumble around your words, unable to form a coherent sentence as he pounds into you. Your walls flutter around him again, and his cock twitches inside you at the feeling.

He groans, your name on his tongue like a prayer. “I know you’re close, pretty girl.” He throbs inside you, and you know he’s almost there too. “Wanna make you come again,” he grunts, pulling out and pumping back in. “Know you have another one in you, sweetheart.”

He’s right. You can’t hold on much longer, but you want this moment to last. You want to feel his cock dragging along your walls, filling you up, splitting you open. You want his chest flush against yours. You want to feel the way he bites your lip and sucks away the sting he leaves behind. You want it all—all of him—and you don’t just want it right now. You don’t want this to be a fleeting moment. You want it to be forever.

“Come on, beautiful,” Logan pants, his pace faltering, his hips stuttering. He twitches inside you again. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He strokes your clit, drawing those quick circles into the bud. “Let go for me. Know you want to,” he breathes, his forehead resting against yours. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”

His words overwhelm you, and you let go. It’s all more forceful this time, more powerful, your body trembling, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as wave after wave of pleasure tears through your body. It feels like blinding, searing heat, spreading like a forest fire.

Logan is right behind you, moaning your name, his cock throbbing against your walls. “Gonna fill you up, pretty girl,” he husks, his chest heaving. You whisper a soft, pleading yes. “Fuck, gonna make you mine,” he moans. His cock throbs again, and then he’s spilling inside you, filling you with his release.

His fingers rub gentle strokes into your clit, his cock slowly pumping in and out before stilling inside you. His fingers slip away from your clit, his hand traveling up your body, and rolling you over so that you’re side by side, facing each other. He pulls you into his chest, his cock still deep inside you.

Logan’s arms wrap around your back, caressing your bare skin, tracing patterns and shapes with his fingertips. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head as you bury your face into his chest.

“Wanna stay inside you,” he mumbles against your hair. “Wanna keep you close.”

“You can,” you whisper, your heart hammering. “Wanna stay close, too.”

He presses another kiss to your head. “I’m not going anywhere,” Logan soothes, his fingers running up and down your spine. “Gonna want you forever.”

You lift your head to look up at him, his eyes immediately meeting yours. “Forever?” You ask, but you know it’s a dumb question. You know he’s telling the truth.

He smiles and nods. “Would’ve waited for you forever,” he says, pausing, his throat bobbing as he swallows. “Never felt this way before, pretty girl. Never felt this real, this perfect. Don’t wanna let you go.”

“Don’t,” you whisper into the darkness of his room. “Please.”

“I won’t,” he coos, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “I won’t.”

His breathing steadies, and you listen to him like you do every night. Your eyes flutter shut, and you drift off to sleep with Logan’s cock deep inside you.

Forever. You think as your mind goes quiet and sleep drags you under. Forever.

Everlong.

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You’re All I Need (r.c.)

contains: swearing, angst, mentions of pregnancy, family drama.

father!rafe x mother!reader

a/n: if this goes well and finds its way into my busy schedule, i’ll turn this into a series! and guess who just hit the two-decade mark.. 🎉🎂

summary: you’re sick, exhausted, and barely holding it together while caring for your daughter, juno, alone. desperate, you call rafe, your ex and her father, for help.

who am i to want you now that you’re leaving?

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almost a year ago, you and rafe had gotten into a big fight over the summer that left both of you saying things that couldn’t be taken back. by the time he was gone, you thought it was over for good. he stormed off and it felt like the end.

that was the same summer you found out you got knocked up.

when you finally told him about the baby, he swore he wanted to be there, for both of you. but you couldn’t do it. you didn’t his half-assed attempts at playing family. so you told him he could be in the baby’s life, but not yours.

the day your daughter was born, nothing felt real. you named her juno, inspired by a movie you’d watched a hundred times during your pregnancy. you didn’t need rafe there that day. at least, that’s what you told yourself.

and for a while, that worked. until tonight.

the fever is unbearable, heat radiating from your body as you lean against the wall to steady yourself, your legs trembling beneath you.

juno cries loudly, sharp and continuous, her small fists waving in anger from her playpen. juno was only a few months old, but the sounds she made tonight seem louder than anything, or maybe it is the throbbing in your head that is making everything clearer.

you tried to calm her down—rocking her, even her close until your arms felt like they might give out but your fever had drained every ounce of strength out of you.

rafe was in the middle of a business call when his phone rang. he saw your name on the caller ID and immediately sensed that something was off. he excuses himself from the meeting and quickly picks up.

“what’s up?" he asks, his voice filled with concern and curiosity. “do you wanna have juno tonight?”you ask, not entirely aware of what you’re doing. “i don’t don’t know..I’m just..” then you sigh. “she’s been saying ‘dada’ all day and she refuses to eat.”

rafe winced at the loud noise. juno’s cries are clearly heard from the other end. it was clear that you were having a hard time, and he felt concerned for both you and juno.

“yeah, ‘course, i’ll take her.” he replies quickly, then rafe doesn’t waste any time. telling some lame excuse to his clients, gathering his things and completely bailing on the group of people in the meeting room.

the drive to your place felt excruciatingly long, but he kept his foot on the gas, determined to get there as fast as possible. rafe offered you and juno a spot at tanneyhill but since you were too petty towards him at that time, you declined.

He rushes to his car, his mind racing with thoughts about you and Juno. The drive to your place feels excruciatingly long, but he keeps his foot on the gas, determined to get there as fast as possible.

finally, he reaches your home and practically jumps out of the car, making his way to the door and banging on it urgently.

"(name)? it’s me! open up!" he calls out, the sound of juno’s cries echoing in his ears.

when you open the door, rafe’s eyes slightly widen in worry at your appearance. he could see the paleness in your face and the exhaustion in your eyes. he quickly steps inside, his eyes scanning the room for juno.

"are you alright?" he asks, his voice filled with concern. "you look absolutely exhausted. what’s going on with you?”

“i’m fine, she’s in my room..” and rafe saw all the tell-tale signs of a fever as he watched you lay down on the couch. he knows you’re not as ‘fine’ as you claim but doesn’t push the issue for now.

a year ago, rafe cameron was chaos incarnate. consumed by his demons, or maybe he was the demon. the outer banks was his kingdom, and as much as you don’t want to admit it, the rafe walking up the stairs to go see your daughter isn’t the same man you walked away from last summer.

decades of being ward cameron’s son don’t just vanish but having a daughter changed rafe in many ways no one thought was possible. he’s more conscious, more quiet, like he’s constantly trying to prove more to himself than to everyone that he was better than the man who raised him.

you’ve seen him with juno, the way he holds her like she’s the only thing that matters in the world.

rafe watches you as you lie down on the couch, he frowns when he sees how weak you look.

he turns and heads straight to the room where juno is crying. he walks over to the crib and leans over, gently scooping up the little girl, holding her close to his chest.

"hey, little one," he coos, his voice soft and soothing. "your dad’s here." juno immediately stops crying as rafe picks her up, her small body calming at the familiarity of his touch and voice. rafe rocks her in his arms, gently shushing her and whispering words of comfort.

"there you go," he murmurs, his fingers gently stroking her soft hair. "no more cries now, i’ve got you."

he walks back to the living room, holding juno close to his chest as he approaches you on the couch.

"hey," rafe says softly, his tone showing concern. "you really don't look well." he moves closer, gently resting a hand on your forehead to feel your temperature. as he suspected, your skin was hot to the touch.

you look up to see him with juno on his hip. “just take care of her for the night.” and your eyes nearly flutter shut.

rafe saw through the way your eyes struggled to stay open. he saw how sick you truly were, but you're trying so hard to hide it.

"damn it," he mutters, his voice tight with worry and frustration. "baby, you’re in no condition to take care of juno on your own right now. you need to rest, and i can't just leave knowing you're not okay."

rafe reluctantly looks down at juno in his arms, her tiny face looking up at him with wide trusting eyes. he then glances back at you, still lying on the couch, weakness written all over your face.

"i will," he replies firmly. "but first, I'm putting you to bed. you need to rest and get better. then I'll take care of the baby."

he heads up and carefully sets juno on the crib for a moment and then walks downstairs, over to the couch, gently scooping you up in his arms.

“put me down..” you whine. "no" rafe replies firmly, his grip on you tightening slightly. "you’re burning up with a damn fever. no condition to be worrying about juno right now." he carries you towards your bedroom, his arms holding you securely against his chest. though you protest, he ignores your weak struggles.

once he reaches your bedroom, he gently lays you down on the bed, making sure you're comfortable and settled. he pulls the covers up over you, tucking you in and smoothing back your hair from your forehead.

looking down at you, he can see how exhausted you really are, the fever taking a toll on your body. but his focus quickly shifts to the crib where juno is starting to cry again, her hunger growing stronger.

rafe watches you for a moment, concerned. the feeling of your skin under his touch tells him how high your fever really is. he glances over at the crib, juno’s cries growing louder.

"stay right here," he instructs you firmly. "i’ll feed our baby, then i’m coming back to check on you."

with a sigh, rafe picks juno up from the crib and brings her to the kitchen. he goes through the motions of preparing a bottle for juno, mixing the formula with warm water and shaking it gently until it's ready. he then sits down next to your bed, leaning back against the headboard while he carefully feeds juno the bottle.

his eyes occasionally flick to you, checking on your condition. even though he's busy feeding the baby, he keeps a watchful eye on you, noticing every shiver and every sign of discomfort in your sick state.

after a few minutes, juno is satisfied, her tiny belly full and content. she starts to drift off in rafe’s arms, her small eyes growing heavy.

he carefully passes the baby back to the crib and turns his attention back to you. he returns to your bedside and sits down, his eyes studying your pale and weary face. the sight of you in this state was devouring him from the inside.

your eyes flutter open. “rafe, take her to your house..” then you turn to the side, your back facing him.

rafe looks down at you, gently taking your hand in his own, it broke his heart a little. the fact that you're asking him to take juno now.

"baby," he murmurs, his voice gentle. "you’re still burning up. i can't just leave with juno while you're like this."

it was always like this with rafe. back then, whenever you didn’t want him to care for you, when you pushed him away, built your walls high, and told him you didn’t need him, he’d force it anyway. he had this annoying way of ignoring your protests, showing up when you least expected it with that hot stubborn determination in his eyes.

if you were sick, he’d be at your door with soup, even if he didn’t know how to make it. if you were upset, he’d sit next to you in silence, waiting until you caved. it didn’t matter how hard you tried to convince him you were fine; rafe never listened. he cared in the only way he knew how to care; recklessly, even when you swore you didn’t want him to. that part of him hasn’t changed at all.

“come on, she’s your only priority at the moment.” you try sending him away. his grip on your hand tightened a little at your words. “don't be fucking ridiculous," he retorts, his voice stern. "juno will be fine with me at my house. but you're not. you’re sick and need rest and care. i’m not just gonna abandon you like this. not happening."

“you don’t have to stay anyway… you’re not my husband or boyfriend or anything. you’re just her dad.”

rafe bites down at your words. he knows he’s nothing more to you than juno’s dad, but hearing you say it so bluntly still stings.

“no, i’m not your husband or boyfriend,” he replies, his tone sharper than intended. “but damn it, i still care about you, even if you don’t want me to.”

before you can respond, a shiver racks your body, your fever making you tremble. rafe notices immediately, his frustration giving way to concern.

“jesus, you’re burning up,” he mutters, leaning closer to place the back of his hand on your forehead. “why didn’t you tell me you were this bad?” he doesn’t wait for an answer. standing up, he moves to the kitchen, returning with a cool cloth. he gently presses it against your forehead, his jaw tight with worry.

“you’re in no condition to be alone right now,” he says firmly. “especially not with a fever this high. you need someone to take care of you, whether you like it or not.”

“take her,” you whisper, your voice weak. “i can take care of myself. you don’t have to do both.”

“damn it, will you just listen to me for once?” rafe snaps, his voice low but laced with irritation. “you’re not fine. you’re barely holding it together, and you want me to just walk away? why are you so goddamn stubborn?”

“i don’t need your help,” you insist, glaring at him weakly. “just watch juno. that’s all.”

rafe exhales sharply, trying to keep his temper in check.

“what’s it gonna take for you to get it through your head that you need support too?” he demands. “i care about both you and juno, you idiot. why can’t you just let me help you when you clearly need it?”

“and why does this concern you?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. his eyes narrow at your question, frustration bubbling over again.

“why do you think it concerns me?” he bites out, his voice rough. “you really have to ask that? you think i don’t care about you? you think i only see you as juno’s mom?”

you manage a breathy smirk, too weak to move but pleased nonetheless. “i knew it… son of a bitch.”

“knew what?” he challenges, his tone sharp. “that i actually give a damn about you more than you think? if you know, then why are you still fighting me on this? why are you so damn stubborn about letting me help?”

your smirk stays on your face, though your eyelids are already drooping from exhaustion.

“yeah, i care about you,” he admits, his voice quieter now. “you drive me absolutely fucking insane with how stubborn you are, but i still care. happy now?”

when you don’t respond, too tired to argue anymore, he shakes his head and adjusts the cool cloth on your forehead.

“i’m not leaving,” he says, and there’s no point in arguing. “someone has to take care of you since you clearly can’t be trusted to do it yourself.”

the room feels smaller with him in it, like his presence is closing in on you from all sides. he settles next to you, the mattress dipping slightly, and it’s awkward, too close for comfort, too familiar for what you are now. exes. nothing more.

“you’re gonna get sick,” you mumble, your voice scratchy and weak. “you don’t have to do this.”

“don’t care,” he says, not even looking at you. his voice is calm, steady. “you’re burning up. if i get sick, so what?”

you try to sit up, even though your body feels like it’s made of lead and your head pounds with every slight movement. the fever’s still got you in its grip, but lying there next to rafe feels like too much. too intimate. too close.

but the second you push yourself up, the world tilts. your balance wavers, and before you can steady yourself, your head drops against something solid.

his shoulder.

rafe lets out an annoyed sigh as he watches you struggle to get up, knowing full well that you're too weak to stand on your own.

"damn it, woman," he mutters as you collapse back onto him. "what did I tell you? you’re supposed to be resting, not trying to get up and walk around like a lunatic."

he gently wraps his arm around you, supporting your weakened body against him.

"just stay still and don't move," he whispers. "you’re in no condition to be up and about. you need to rest and recover. you know i’ll take care of you, right? stop trying to do everything on your own."

rafe gently runs his fingers through your hair, his touch light and soothing.

your hand finds its way to rafe’s arm, fingers gripping him weakly, as if holding on to him will keep you steady. rafe freezes at the touch, his gaze dropping to where your hand rests against his skin. it’s a simple gesture, but it feels like everything all at once.

he doesn’t pull away. instead, he shifts slightly, his own hand coming up to gently squeeze yours, his grip warm and steady, like he’s anchoring you.

“you’ll get better,” he murmurs. “just give it time and let yourself rest. let me look after you for once, okay?”

you think about the way things used to be. sneaking off when you had the chance, meeting him at the beach under the cover of darkness. stolen kisses, the kind that made your heart race. rafe was always the one who pushed boundaries, the one who made you feel alive in ways you hadn’t thought possible.

“are you sleeping over?” you ask weakly, your voice barely above a whisper.

rafe looks down at you, the question pulling him out of his thoughts. he takes in your pale face, the tired lines around your eyes, and sighs. part of him wants to say no, to avoid whatever this is turning into, but he knows he can’t leave you like this.

“yeah,” he says finally, his tone gentle but firm. “yeah, i’m sleeping here. someone needs to keep an eye on your stubborn ass so you don’t try to do chores at three in the morning.”

you let out a weak laugh, but it fades quickly. “you shouldn’t be here,” you mutter, shaking your head slightly. “it’s—it’s awkward. it’ll just make things weird.”

rafe arches a brow, his lips twitching into something between a smirk and a frown. “why are you acting like something’s gonna happen between us?” he counters, his tone light but laced with something deeper. “it’s fine. stop overthinking it and just… lay down. you’re not gonna win this argument.”

before you can protest, he gently guides you back down, his hand steady at your back. the warmth of his body against yours is impossible to ignore, but you’re too drained to fight it.

then, out of nowhere, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. the gesture is so tender it takes your breath away, but you’re too tired to react.

as your eyelids grow heavier, your mind drifts back to the first time rafe said he loved you. it wasn’t in a quiet, romantic moment, it was in the middle of an argument. his voice had been loud, angry and raw, but it was real. rafe always let things spill out when he couldn’t hold them back anymore.

now, as sleep pulls you under, you hear his voice again, quieter this time.

“i miss you,” he whispers.

you don’t respond. maybe you’re too far gone, maybe you don’t want to. but maybe you miss him too.

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18+ Only - Minors DNI Kinks: Boob job, Riding, Edging, Sadism/Darcryphilla, Overstimulation, Double Penetration/Cockwarming A/N: So I am a flop and I went out this weekend and now I have homework to do so I couldn't finish my first Kinktober fic on time but hopefully by this Weds! I did want to post SOMETHING for the 1st day of Kinktober so I hope this suffices! This isn't officially apart of my Kinktober Thrilling Ghouls & Smooth Criminals but will add this to the bottom of the list as a bonus! WK: 2.1k Song Inspo: Monster - Lady Gaga (slightly) Slightly black fem coded but no descriptors

Edit - 11/1: The Trick or Treat Anthology or Halloween Fluff with JJK men is now up as a part 2!

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Gojo: Tittyfucking

He might be one of the most powerful sorcerers ever and fight curses more terrifying than anything a Hollywood writer can imagine but that doesn’t mean he still isn’t going to scream like a bitch at the tinniest jump scare.

You watch horror movies with your boyfriend Gojo so he can comfort you but you end up being the one holding on to him.

You suspect at times though he plays it up a bit, just so he can lay his head on your soft tits and rub his face in between them when a “scary part” comes on.

Your suspicions are confirmed when his hands slip up your shirt and pushes up your bra to cup your tits.

“Aw come, on babe let me just play with them a little– they’re like stress balls.” This always results in him somehow convincing you to let him straddle you. Gojo is placing his already-dripping-and-hard cock between your tits even before half the movie is over. “Aw, come on pretty girl, I’m so close! Open up that tight little mouth for me wide like you scream when a scary part comes on.” He groans out as he fucks himself between your soft tiddies. “You mean the way you scream Satoru!?” you retort rolling your eyes. Clearly you haven't learned much Gojo thinks. Your slick mouth gets you into trouble frequently with him and you are quickly silenced when he reaches back and shoves 3 long fingers in your dripping cunt. Your pussy tightens as his fingers continue to bully themselves deeper thrusting in time with his hips into your breasts. AHHH! SHIIIIIIIT TORU, F-FUCK! “No sweet girl, I mean the way you screamed just now.” Gojo says smugly taking advantage of your scream to bust ropes of his hot seed on your tongue.

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Nanami: Riding

Nanami loves to do things you like to do to make you happy. He even will sit through one of your trashy horror movies without complaint.

Although he might end up reading a novel or the paper after 15-20 minutes, he will never miss a chance to give you reassuring kisses to the temple or a rub on your lower back whenever you get scared.

However you can’t watch horror movies with him because you are actually the one always distracted by him.

The way his handsome face looks utterly uninterested in the movie other than an arched brow on occasion but still is still sitting here for you and even makes sure to take care of you is too sexy to you.

So sexy you slowly become less interested in whatever the hell you were watching and more needy for him to pay attention to you.

This always results with you bouncing in his lap midway through. “What about your monster movie Y/N?” Nanami questions you amused. His voice has an air teasing concern. Your mouth goes slack as drool and moans spill from your lips, you can’t form a reply. You just lean to bury your head into his neck wrapping your arms around him holding on. When you tire yourself like this, Nanami assists in you riding him as his hands grip your soft waist. He brings you up to his tip almost pulling out of you completely before he forcibly drives you further back down onto his dick. You bottom out on him every time your hips come down on his lap, you’re practically screaming at this point. “Nothing more monstrous than Daddy’s cock stretching this tight cunt full, isn't that right doll?” Nanami coos in your ear.

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Toji: Edging

Yeah you’ve just gotten to the point where you don’t even put on a movie to watch when Toji is over.

His attention span for it is zero as nothing scares his ass ever so the opening credits aren’t even over before he already has his hand down your pants.

Toji lazily plays with your clit and teases your pussy with his fingers while you try and fail miserably to ignore him enough to watch your movie.

You pouted at him as you really wanted to watch your favorite horror movie tonight!

However by the 20 minute mark you are now begging him to let you come.

“Nah, baby see this is the good part.” Toji says, smirking into the back of your neck. Toji has not a single fucking clue what’s happening in the movie he just wants to teach you a lesson. He sucks on the back of your neck hard enough to leave a mark, making you moan. However, you are still left unsatisfied. Just when you think the burning between your legs will consume you he resumes digging his thick fingers into your guts. Toji knows your insides so well he knows how your pussy feels the moment before your body will release sweet toe-curling-bliss and his hands come to a complete stop again. “Daddy, Puh-leaseee!” You beg with tears in your eyes as you lean your head back to pout at him. You grab the hand in your cunt to try to force him to move again to no avail. “Not a chance, brat. You wanted to watch this shitty ass movie so bad. So we are going to watch the entire fucking thing before I let you come Y/N.” "What are we even watching– " Toji grabs the remote and the overlay pops up. "Oh Alien? Yeah, you picked a long one this time slut, buckle up."

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Choso: Overstimulation

Choso’s edgy emo ass is more than happy to watch horror movies with you.

However due to his curse abilities, Choso is constantly pointing out the technical feasibility of the movie so much it ruins it for you.

Don't let it be a slasher movie as Choso is non-stop critiquing “That blood spray pattern isn’t realistic” and “Did you know you could lose up to 40% of your blood?”

You end up being so annoyed with your forensic encyclopedia boyfriend you grab his face to kiss him in order to stop his ranting.

Choso ends up repentant as the death painter comes to the realization he forgot himself again and ends up spoiling yet another scary movie for you.

Choso hates upsetting his princess so he always ends up trying to make it up to you. Truly, just shutting the hell up and watching the movie would be enough for you. Yet that wasn’t good enough repentance for Choso and as a result you ended up face down on the sofa while he ate you out from the back. A true munch to the core this man was a messy eater. Tongue, lips, nose all up in your cunt. Slurping, lapping, nibbling– Choso kept his face in your pussy gobbling up your juices like he hadn’t consumed any liquid in days. He once remarked your pussy tasted more refreshing than water. You would wonder when the man even took time for a breath if he didn’t have you squirting to the point of mind numbing overstimulation, your legs shaking and chest heaving. “Keep those hips up Y/N baby, I’m not done apologizing.” He slaps your ass and is so transfixed by how your pussy dribbles out a lil more squirt he does it again, returning his mouth to your cunt to suck out more fluids. “FuckFuck I- F-uck… I f-forgive you C-Choso damnit -OH!,” you babbled and came on his tongue again for the umpteenth time that night. "That's it baby, keep being messy on my face yeah? Let me show that nasty lil slit how sorry I am, 'kay?" Completely pussy drunk Choso sounded deranged. This man was going to completely dehydrate you before the night was over.

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Geto: Sadism/Darcryphilla

Geto is probably the easiest one to watch horror movies with by far. He actually is amused by them and how bad they all are.

He will let you lay reclined on him and run his fingers through your hair absentmindedly giving you a scalp massage.

The big problem here though is that your squeals and yelps of fear make his dick throb.

Even better if you get so scared there's tears that start falling. He wont be able to stop his hard dick from straining against the fabric of his pants.

Geto loves to hear you cry out so much that if the movie isn’t scary enough he had been so inclined on occasion to release a relatively harmless, yet gruesome looking, curse to pop up behind the TV. He would wait for a suspenseful part to really give you a fright and start the waterworks.

Although as much as he loves the sound of your cries there’s a sound he loves even more.

“F-Fuck, you hear her princess?” Geto is ruthless when he is pussydrunk and he makes you hold your legs wider for better access as he roughly splits open your cunt in a mating press. Your pussy is a gooey mess as you cream around him from what has to be the 5th time that night. In your own cockdrunk stupor you wonder how long he has been pumping into you and filling you up now. Is the movie over? But you can’t see anything as his long hair and dark robes dangle open around you. You also can’t hear anything except for the obscene squelch of fluids gushing out of your cunt. All you can do is hold your legs and take Geto’s assault on your body until he had his fill of you. “Sugu–” you sobbed in protest but he cut you off. “Shhh, Y/N quiet while she’s talking to me–” He reaches down grabbing your soaked and discarded panties before balling them up. Geto pushed them into your mouth, muffling your cries as thick tears seeped down your face. “Awe, baby I love you… but I only want to hear from her right now. Shit, this filthy pussy is a real scream queen.”

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Sukuna: Double Penetration/Cockwarming

Yeah he is straight up the worst to watch with.

He will most definitely ridicule you and make you feel like an idiot when you ask him to watch a scary movie of all things with you.

“Oh my ditzy lil’ slut wants to see something scary?” No, you remind him you do NOT want to find some random sorcerers just to see just how quickly and in how many different ways his Malevolent Shrine domain could kill someone.

If you pout enough though he eventually relent. On his terms.

Sukuna lets you know if you get what you want, he gets what he wants too.

What does Sukuna want? He wants you double stuffed and dumb on his cocks, of course. Your cunt and your ass are both stretched to their limits from his huge twin cocks in his True Form. Sukuna tells you mockingly long as you kept sitting nice ‘n pretty for him, he would watch the movie with you. “Hmmmrghhhh”, you moan as your eyes roll back into your head and your body trembles. It’s hard to even breathe when you are this full of him. You feel as if his dicks are reaching up into your throat as you choke for air. Winded from just sitting on him, the gravity alone had you cockdrunk on him almost instantly as you felt his four hands everywhere along your body. You gasp out loud when you hear him laugh and the hardy vibrations from his chest travel straight into your pussy. You clench and cream around his cocks. Not even his huge cocks could plug you up enough to keep from dripping a big giant wet spot onto your sofa that he definitely wont be helping you clean up later. “HA! Brat, you see that fucking loser who cried ‘I’ll never leave you’ then his head flew off two seconds later? What a dumbfuck.” Scary movies were like comedies to The King of Curses. He slaps your thigh for emphasis. Sukuna is both equally entertained by how stupid the movies humans called 'horror' are as well as you trying to keep from blacking out on his cocks. An hour in, you were doing so well he smirked. “Brat!” Sukuna growled when you didn’t answer him. You were supposed to be watching the fucking movie. “Come on slut, pay attention" he taps your cheek (lighter than you expect) as you gurgle back in response, completely gone. "Don't cry so hard for me to watch next time brat if y'er gonna tap out like this just from sitting on some cocks.”

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A/N: Reblog or comment and tell me which JJK man you'd watch with. Likes are appreciated as well!

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