#i just want to grab it from them and throw it in the trash

[mingiswow]

Cold Hands, Warm Heart | Jeong Yunho

Pairing: vampire!Yunho x afab!reader

Genre: modern fantasy, romance, angst, smut (MINORS DNI)

Word Count: 10,2k

Summary: Your boyfriend disappeared, your family disowned you and your lost your job, all in a few months, you were in the deep end, what if a promise of money and good life turned everything upside down?

Content Warning: mentions of blood, mentions of food, drinking alcohol, feeding from humans, major (?) character death, murder, kidnapping (if you squint)

Smut warning: sweet kinda lazy love making in the morning, oral (reader receiving), fingering, PIV, unprotected sex (don't), multiple orgasms, big dick Yunho, sweet talker Yunho,

⚠️ English is not my first language, so sorry in advance if there’s any mistakes

The smell of food was all over your tiny apartment, the discarded packaging of takeout spread on your ground, on top of your table, on your sink. To say you were miserable was un understatement. 

Everything bad seemed to happen to you in the past months and you couldn’t seem to recover from it. You lost your dream job you worked years of your life to get just because of rumours one of your coworkers started, you family stopped talking to you because to them you were a failure, and to top it all your two-years boyfriend just vanished into thin air, no goodbyes, no closure, just disappeared. 

You were spread on the sofa, just contemplating what your life had turned in a matter of months when you noticed someone entering your apartment. 

“Jesus, yn! How are you living in this mess?” it was your best friend, Carmen, who happened to have a spare key. She struggled to walk over the boxes and bags spread over the ground. “Honestly, yn, are you still gonna be like this? You need to react, babes”

“I have no will to live, anymore” you stated as if you were saying 2+2=4. “Sometimes I wish a vampire would suck the life out of me” you sighed.

Vampires and humans have been living in peace for years now, each one in their own lanes. Humans wouldn’t hunt vampires if vampires wouldn’t hunt humans, it was a win-win. It was rare the occasions where the peace trade was broken, if so, a fee would have to be paid and one of theirs or one of ours would be sacrificed. As crazy as it sounds, the waiting list of people wanting to be sacrificed to vampires is long.

“You’re too dramatic sometimes” she rolled her eyes. “Get your ass up that smelly sofa, let’s clean this mess”

“I don’t want to” you mewled as she pulled you up. “I’m good like this”

“You can lie as much as you want, babes, but look at yourself and this trash of a place, you’re miserable” she accused.

And she wasn’t lying, yet it was easier to let yourself drown in your sorrows than accept defeat and try to move on. 

With a little convincing and a lot more threats from Carmen you finally got up from your spot on the sofa, a bent where you were laying for days now. She helped you clean your apartment, throwing the trash away, sweeping the dust, wiping the ground with a delicious smell you couldn’t recognize but you admitted that smelled much better than old takeout food. You took a long warm shower and even did your skin care, always with the attentive eyes of your friend watching everything to make sure you were doing it.

Within hours your apartment felt like a whole new place and you felt like a new person. Everything was so clean and smelled so nice, you were clean and put together, clean clothes that weren’t the same pajamas you’ve been wearing for the past weeks.

“Look at you” she grabbed you by your shoulders and made you give a full turn. “A new person is born today” you managed to giggle softly, the first time in months. “So I’m actually here because I have a proposal for you” you tilted your head, one eyebrow raised in confusion and curiosity. She guided you to sit back on the sofa, hands holding yours, her suspense making you nervous. “I have a way for you to get money”.

“It’s nothing illegal, is it?” you asked, skeptical of the way he was talking about it. She chuckled.

“No, it’s not” you exhaled deeply. “But it’s not the most legal either” you tilted your eyebrow at her, how something was legal and illegal at the same time? “You see, I have this friend who happens to be a vampire and he proposed to me to be his blood bag”

“His what?” you asked in disbelief.

“His blood bag, he’ll feed from me from time to time and in exchange he’ll pay me, not only that, he’ll take care of my health, making sure I’m healthy enough for him to feed from me. He’ll also pay some expenses for me, like groceries” you were in shock, no words left your mouth. “I know it’s a lot to take but it’s an easy way to get money besides my job, that you know that it barely cover my rent”

“But-but… this is against the peace trade, Carmen!”

“Well, technically it’s not,” she explained, “you see, we are both benefiting from the trade, we are both consenting adults, and we are both consenting to do this. He’s not harming me in any way”

“Besides the fact he’s taking liters of blood out of your body” you stated incredulously. 

“The blood regenerates, see this as a blood donation” she shrugged. “To be very honest, I’d never make that amount of money working full time in any job and it doesn’t hurt as much as I thought”

“You already did?”

“Yes” she showed you the healed scars on her forearm, the two dots barely visible on her skin. “There is a filthy rich guy looking for a donor, it’s up to you if you want to” you opened your mouth to speak but she cut you before you could do it. “Because I know you are very displeased with your job loss and won’t look for a job so soon, but don’t forget that money ends if you’re not earning any, and with the amount of takeout you are wasting I doubt there’s much left” you sighed, she was right. “Just… think about it, okay? It’s easy cash”

You nodded and she left your apartment, leaving you alone with your own thoughts on your empty apartment. You decided to go for a walk since you were dressed up, wanting to put your thoughts in place.

Near your place there was a beautiful park where you used to go for dates with your ex-boyfriend. The place was always full of life, the trees seemed to dance a beautiful waltz with the wind as the guide, the green of the grass always so lively with dogs and kids running around. You remember making plans with him of one day having your own kids running around that same park. “Let’s try with a dog first” he would say, he has always been scared of taking things too fast.

You walked slowly watching as life unfolded around you, the world still spinning while your life seemed to have stilled in place, stuck. As you walked you had the feeling of being followed but everyone around you appeared to be involved in their own lives and no one looked to be following you. You shook the feeling away and decided to grab an ice cream from the ice cream man that you used to always get with the man you once loved.

The dessert didn’t taste as you remembered but maybe the taste you remembered was laced with memories of you two together, happy, fulfilled, surrounded by your laughs and jokes. 

Your mind was flooded with memories and what your friend had told you. It was a taunting proposal. Easy money for the expanse of a few liters of your blood. But something inside you still held you, made you guess if that was the right choice, the right thing to do. Sure, nobody besides you, the vampire and Carmen would know you were doing this yet the fear of being caught made you nervous.

After a while contemplating your options and what you would do, you decided to go back home.

»»————-　⚜　————-««

The night was cold, the wind blew violently as you walked beside your friend and her vampire sponsor, who you learned was called Wooyoung. The coat you were using didn’t seem to keep you from shivering, but you couldn’t figure if it was from fear, anticipation or cold. The man with you guided through the night to an unknown part of the town that seemed asleep. Everything was dark and the houses looked like they were empty, no lives within, no lights on. 

He took a turn left to a dark alley and you wondered if he wasn’t taking you to an ambush, but according to Carmen she already has been to this place. Wooyoung led you to an old decayed bar. The exterior of it didn’t do much to ease your nerves. When you entered the place it was empty except for a single man that stood in the farthest corner of the place. 

The three of you walked to the man that looked more like a wardrobe than an actual human of how big he was. Carmen showed her bite marks to the man that nodded once and let her walk past him. 

“She’s a newcomer, Angus, it’s her first time today” Wooyoung intercepted. “She’s going to meet Marcus”

“Oh so you’ll be Marcus lucky blood bag?” The man spoke, a smirk playing on his lips. “That man pays his donors very well, you’re a lucky one” you just smiled, not really sure how to react or to respond. 

The man let you pass through him and go down a staircase. Each step you took closer to where the real thing was happening, the more your heart hammered in your chest. You were doing this, you were really doing this. Half of you were afraid, scared, however, the other half was a little excited, anticipating what was about to come. 

The place looked like a bar, the lights were turned off except for a few red and purple neon lights that illuminate certain spots. There were people scattered around everywhere, some of them dressed as if they came out of a movie, others dressed casually, others dressed to impress, to show off their wealth, their bodies and their companions. It looked like a normal bar except for the fact it was full of vampires. 

You never have interacted with them before, not that you knew of, they lived among humans blended very well, their fangs hidden, their identities hidden most of the time. 

When you took the last few steps everyone seemed to be looking at you. Not just seemed, they were looking, staring at you with no shame. You saw some of the vampires luck their lips and a shiver of fear ran down your spine. Where were you putting yourself into? 

“Don’t worry, it’s just that you’re a new smell” Wooyoung whispered into your ears and grabbed both yours and Carmen’s hands into his. “Let’s search for Marcus, he’s prob-“

“Yunho?” You cut the man mid sentence when you saw him. 

You thought your eyes were deceiving you but when he turned and his eyes locked with yours, you knew it was him. He was there. You didn’t know how to react, what to think. The man you loved was there, standing meters away from you after months of disappearing. 

You couldn’t control your own movements, your feet moving faster than your mind could think. Or stop them. You stood in front of him and without thinking slapped him in the face. 

“I deserved that” he said, hand massaging his jaw. 

“How dare you disappear from my life like that? Without an explanation?” You screamed at him, tears starting to form at the bottom of your eyes. “Do you know how much I suffered? How much I’ve cried because of you? I thought you were dead!”

“But I am” he shrugged. “Well technically I am dead, but I’m alive as well” he sighed. “What I’m trying to say is that I couldn’t reach to you because someone turned me into a vampire and I didn’t know how to react, this whole thing is so new to me” he held your arms but you pushed him away. “I was afraid how you’d react, that you’d see me differently”

“Well, news flash, what you did made me see you way worse than if you just told me the truth” you were now crying, not worrying of who was seeing you or where you were. 

Yunho wanted to hug you, to bring you close to his body like he used to do when you cried to him. But he just stood there and watched you. Defeated. He knew he did you wrong but he was too afraid to scare you with the new him that he didn’t think he would hurt you by leaving you behind. He was selfish, he knew that, but what was done was done. 

You felt a presence by your side and a hand circled your shoulders. You looked to the side to find a tall handsome middle-age man. He held a winning smile, as if he knew the world was his. Your ex boyfriend bowed deeply at him. 

“Everything is fine, princess?” his voice was deep, sensual, velvety, it hugged you in the air. You nodded. “I hope I won’t have to punish you for making my new toy cry, Yunho” toy. You shivered at the way he called you. What an introduction to your sponsor.

“I don’t think so, sir. I’m sorry” Yunho bowed deeply again, gave you one last look, one you couldn’t decipher, and left. 

The man held your chin with the tip of his fingers and turned you to look at him, his red eyes watching you. 

“Why don’t we go somewhere more private, huh? So we can discuss our contract” you just nodded, his aura overwhelming you.

He guided you to the back of the bar where there were many booths that you assumed were for VIPs or feeding. A loud moan came from one of the booths, startling you. The man left a chuckle from your reaction and you felt your cheeks get hot. You were suddenly too aware of where you were, with who you were. You started to feel nervous all over again, your legs becoming weaker, your palms sweating and your heart thudding your chest making you alert of the fact you were, indeed, alive and with five liters of blood pumping through your veins in the middle of a bar with a bunch of hungry vampires. 

The booth was silent, a silent hum of the outside music being heard faintly in the background. Two big red purple velvet sofas displayed in the place, one in front of the other. The light was the same as the main bar, turned off except for some neon red lights across the ground and the ceiling. The small coffee table in between the sofas had two cups of what you assumed were champagne. 

The man guided you to sit on the biggest one of the sofas and handed you one of the cups. Even with your mind screaming for you not to accept a drink from a stranger, you took a sip, feeling too observed by the man’s eyes, as if you didn’t drink he was going to kill you right on the spot.

“So, yn, right?” you nodded. “What made you come to me? You don’t seem like someone I’d see around here” he took a sip of his own cup, his eyes always watching you attentively.

“I need the money” you admitted. “I recently lost my job and I couldn’t manage to get a new one and you know how the human world works, I need to pay my rent and my bills to live” he nodded, acknowledging your story.

“I see. I saw you weren’t one of those donors that come around looking for the fun or the thrill of it” he twirled his cup in his hand, eyes on the cup before going back to your face. “So you’re just looking for the money?” you nodded. “I get it. I thought we would get a little fun together” he smirked and you shivered, again aware that you were alone with this man. “Since you’re just looking for the money I think this will be easier for the both of us. You come here once every two weeks, every Friday, I feed from you, and I pay you. Simple”.

“Hm… If you don’t mind me asking, how much will you pay me?” he laughed humorously, his head falling back, your cheeks heating with shame.

“Don’t you worry, my darling, I’ll be covering more than you need, you’ll have money for rent, bills, grocery and to spoil yourself a little” you nodded and took another sip of the fizzy drink. “Do you mind if I spoil you once in a while?” you tilted your head in confusion. “I’m your sponsor, I want you to come here looking the finest, so I’m talking about clothes, shoes, day at a beauty salon, you name it, whatever you might want to get prettier than you already are” he extended his hand and touched your cheek softly, carefully. “You are mine now, I want you to look the best” you nodded, the place where he was touching you cold from his hand. 

“Do I need to come more days than the fridays every two weeks? There are any rules I need to know?”

“I’m glad you asked, my darling” he took the last sip of his champagne and rested his cup back at the coffee table. You copied him. “I already know you don’t have a boyfriend, and I won’t stop you from having one, however, I don’t want you getting involved with another vampire, got it?” you nodded. “When you come to see me, you must be by my side, you are my companion. You must eat properly so the blood doesn’t taste bad, so make sure to cook for yourself or order from healthy places, I have a few recommendations if you might need. You can’t have sex two to three days prior to donating as well” you nodded again. “I think that’s it. Any more questions?”

“Are you gonna feed from me tonight?” he smirked again, he had a beautiful smile, his plump lips curved so beautifully. You noticed he was a very handsome man, you weren’t blind. 

“Do you want me to drink from you tonight?” you felt your cheeks heat again, not knowing how to answer. Did you? You were curious, that was an understatement, but was nervous as well. “I can smell your anticipation from here, princess” he came closer, a shiver ran down your spine, both from his proximity and the cold emanating from his dead body. “I think you want this as much as I want” he leaned down, inhaling deeply from your neck. “You smell delicious, my dear, raw, sweet” you felt shy under his gaze and his words, he was charming, convincing. “Will you let me feed from you?” You slowly nodded before you could realize what you were consenting to, your curiosity getting the best of you, his aura and his cologne alluring you into his space.

He smiled largely, his white teeth and fangs showing. It was the first time you were seeing his fangs fully displayed, they looked sharp, deathly, ready to rag you in pieces if given the chance. Yet his touch on you was far from sharp, it was soft, feather-like. His arm circled around your waist and his hand rested there, holding you close to him. His other hand gently grabbed your arm and brought to his lips, where he gently kissed the skin, his cold lips making the pores bristle in contact with the warmth of your body. Then a sting. He had sunk his fangs mercilessly on your forearm, ripping the layers of skin until he found your vein. He started to suck the thick deep red liquid from you and your head fell backwards. The sensation overwhelming. So that was the thrill of it? You felt your whole body fall limp into his arms as he sucked more and more from you, moans of satisfaction leaving his body. You closed your eyes and tried to focus on staying awake, alive, but it was too much for you. 

Your mind started to stray, hazy from the blood loss. Then he was on your mind. His puppy-like smile and the memories from your life before. No. Daydreams from a future together. You two running together playing with a dog at the park near your apartment. Buying groceries together for your shared house. A playful montage that looked straight out of a 2000’s romcom. You smiled to yourself with the thought of a happy life along his side. And with that you fell asleep.

»»————-　⚜　————-««

You woke up dizzy and with a headache. Looking around trying to recognize the place you were in, suddenly the memories of the last hours came like a train to your mind. You tried to get up from the sofa but your whole body was weak, drained. 

“He left you here by yourself, huh?” his voice came from your side but you didn’t turn, no, you couldn’t, too weak, too ashamed, too overwhelmed with everything that had just happened. “He does that to all of his toys” the nickname again and a shiver ran down your spine. 

Yunho helped you get up and sit properly on the sofa and gave you a bottle of water. You two sat there in silence for too long for comfort. Yet neither of you seemed to want to talk.

“Why are you doing this?” he was the one who broke the silence, his voice low, measured.

You sighed.

“I lost my job, Yunho, I…” you felt your throat close from wanting to cry. But you held it. “I lost everything. After you left, a coworker started some rumors about me and escalated so fast, so big that I lost my job because of it. And I can't seem to get a job now and I don't know if I being paranoid or if they know what happened there and think it's true that they don't hire me anywhere else even if I'm the most competent for the job” you couldn't hold it, not when Yunho was looking at you with his eyes, always so full of emotions, always speaking volumes for him. You let your tears fall, you let your walls fall, that was what the man made to you, he always made your walls fall down. “And if it wasn't enough, my family stopped talking to me, you know we alway had a complicated relationship but after I lost my job they cut the ties completely, called me a disappointment, a loser. I was left with anything , Yunho” you hiccuped. “I had everything and in a matter of months I had nothing else”.

He couldn't handle seeing you like that, not when part of the blame was his. He held you in his arms, close, tight. His warmth was gone but his embrace was the same you could remember. You instinctively leaned your head in his chest, inhaling his cologne, his woody perfume that you oh so loved invaded your senses and made you feel at ease for the first time in months. 

You two stayed like that for a while, just the two of you, hugging each other, feeling each others’ body and smell. Yunho was killing himself inside for not trusting you enough that you would understand him and his new nature. Now he had lost you and he couldn't have you back. Not when you belonged to Marcus. 

You left his embrace, eyes red and runny nose. You wanted to stay in his arms forever yet the memories from the night before and your conversation with your sponsor came back to your mind like a flowing river. You were his now. You couldn’t engage in any type of relationship with any of the vampires. And judging by the way he had spoken to Yunho earlier the night prior, you could assume he was dangerous and I wouldn’t dare to play with him and his power.

“Thank you” you said, eyes low. “For the support. I need to go now”

“Do you need company?” he asked, truly worried about your state, Marcus probably drank too much from you. 

“No! I mean, I’m fine, I don’t want… trouble” he nodded and you managed to get on your feet, legs still a little wobbly but you could walk, at least until a spot you could call a taxi or something. “It was nice seeing you again, and, you know, knowing that you are at least alive”.

“I wouldn’t call myself alive, but it’s better than six feet under I guess” he chuckled. “I’m sorry again. For everything” he scratched the back of his neck. 

“I forgive you, no bad feelings” you smiled and turned your back to him, leaving.

»»————-　⚜　————-««

Two weeks had passed since the first feeding, which meant it was time for you to go back to the bar. Marcus had sent you an astronomical amount of money, much more than you needed but you only thanked him, not wanting to sound ungrateful. You and Carmen had gone shopping a few days before to look for appropriate outfits for the night, she helped you since Marcus gave her direct instructions of how he wanted you to dress. 

You watched your reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing the person. You looked expensive, lavish. You never wore such expensive and fancy clothes, the cut was so well done and the fabrics were so soft that it seemed to hug your body. The pair of shoes you paired with the outfit matched perfectly with the whole vibe you were going for, shining in your feet. 

Marcus had sent a car to grab both you and Carmen, insisting it was dangerous for you to walk alone like that at night, even with Wooyoung’s presence. 

The bar was fuller that night. You felt a little overdressed when you went down the stairs but you remember this was for Marcus and not for yourself. Your eyes instantly met Yunho's, but he looked down quickly, probably not wanting trouble since the next second your sponsor was in front of you.

“You look absolutely ravishing, toy” he kissed the back of your hand and pulled your body closer to his, a gasp coming from your mouth. “Carmen did a good job making you the prettiest and most expensive companion of the night” he whispered in your ear. “I wanna show you off to everybody” he emphasized the last word and you knew what he meant. 

He circled your waist with his arm and guided you to one of the tables, Carmen joining you two after a while. One of the waiters brought cups of wine for you, and you bowed your head thanking him. You took a sip of the alcoholic drink, hoping it would ease your mind and nerves.

His arms never left your waist, holding you possessively. The man would once in a while nuzzle behind your ear, inhaling your scent and scrape his fangs slightly on your neck. He would whisper compliments laced with something more than just admiration. 

Ever since day one Marcus was obsessed with you, with your smell, with your looks, and now, more than ever, with your taste. He wanted you more than just a donor, more than just a blood bag. He wanted you by his side, as his companion, as his lover, as his mate, and he would do anything to have you just for him.

On the other side of the bar, watching the scene unfold and scared for you, was Yunho. He knew the man’s reputation of playing with his toys and throwing them away dead after he was tired. Yet, he sensed something different, something darker when it came to you. He observed the way Marcus would stare at you, his red eyes darkening, how he would hold you tight by his side, how he would put his body slightly in front of you whenever someone would stop by your table as if he was protecting you.

You never felt more uncomfortable in a setting before. The way your sponsor would hold you, touch you, smell you, it all made you sick in your stomach. He was marking his territory, you knew that. You also knew that you were his toy, his property now, and that made you feel a twist in your belly, a dizziness in your head, you were nothing but an object. 

“Are you ready, my dear?” Marcus asked, breaking you from your own thoughts. You nodded.

He led you to the back of the bar, the same booth from the other night. While on the way, your gaze caught Yunho’s. He could read you like the palm of his hand after years with you. He knew you. You lowered your gaze, not wanting to look at him any further or you might cry. 

You sat on the same sofa and handed your arm to your sponsor. He smiled at your pliance. But all you wanted was that to end as fast as possible. He grabbed your arm carefully, and like a ritual, he kissed your skin before sinking his fangs into it. He moaned between gulps, your head already starting to become dizzy from the blood loss.

The man had to take all his strength to stop sucking you at the right time. Your blood too addicting. He stopped and licked the wound clean, his saliva making the bleeding stop. 

You felt your body weak again, but better than the first time. Maybe you were getting used to it.

“I’ll have my driver take you back home, doll” he put a few strands of hair behind your ear. The act that was supposed to be sweet made you sick again. “Can you walk?” you lifted yourself with some difficulty and nodded.

He took you outside of the bar to the car. And before you could even enter the car, he pulled you back to him and kissed you. You did not respond to the kiss, shocked, paralyzed, disgusted.

“This is for them to know you’re mine” you looked to the side to see Yunho leaving the place with a couple of friends. 

You entered the car and let the tears fall down with no control, not caring if his driver was seeing you. You were feeling disgusting, dirty, used. Sure, it was an exchange, he would get your blood, you would get his money, but was this allowed? Wasn’t he overstepping boundaries? 

You cried the entire ride back home, questioning your choices in life. But you needed, you needed the money, you needed to pay your bills, and getting a job wasn't an option at the moment. You wondered what your old boss had told people for them not to hire you and your cry became stronger, hiccups leaving your lips. 

The driver dropped you home, not a word being exchanged, not even returning your ‘good night’. You went up to the floor of your apartment, your eyes glued to the ground until your vision noticed a pair of shoes right in front of the door of your apartment. Your eyes went up, following from the feet up until the face. Yunho. 

You both stood there, watching each other for a moment of silence, just the buzzing of the lights and the heaviness of your breathings being heard. Neither of you wanted to speak, about anything, because it would turn the situation real, more than it already was. 

You broke the silence with the tinkle of the keys opening the door. You entered but he stayed behind. Waiting for you.

“Do you wanna come in?” you asked and he opened a smile before entering the room. 

You sat on the sofa and he followed you, sitting by your side, keeping a safe distance. The silence took over the atmosphere between you two. But you didn’t need to talk. No. Yunho could read you, he knew you. You were distressed, pondering things in your mind, making an imaginary list of pros and cons in silence, just for you, like you always did when something bothered you. You were lost, not only in your thoughts, but in your feelings, the sensations you felt during the night. Yunho knew from day one you weren’t the person for Marcus, nor for anyone else. You loved to paint yourself as this strong independent person, which you were, when needed, but deep down you were just a fragile being, hurt by life and what it has turned to you.

Yunho came closer to you, bit by bit, not wanting to distress you any further, reading your reaction, but when you didn’t give any, he simply wrapped an arm around your shoulder and brought you to his chest. 

You accepted his care, his closeness, his silent love. Because you knew at heart that neither of you fell out of love. Despiste him disappearing, despiste your anger with him at the beginning, despiste your fear of him being dead, you still loved him, with all your heart. 

And you knew he loved you back when you turned your head to look at him and your lips touched.

It was shy at first, just muscles touching each other, no movement, just feeling that you were there. Real. 

He was the first one to move, to open his mouth and engulf your lips. And like it was your second nature, you took it, you accepted it, responded to it. His lips were cold yet soft against yours, moving just like you could remember, just like you dreamed on the nights he was absent. 

He moved one of his hands to grab your waist, squeeze the soft skin there, and the other to your face, holding you by your neck gently. Yours squeezed his strong arms, holding you grounded. 

His kiss was gentle, caring, full of unspoken words that none of you dared to say yet. He kissed you with intention. The way his mouth moved against yours was like it was made for it. Molded to perfection. To you and only you. 

He broke the kiss, to much your dismay, and joined your foreheads. He couldn’t breathe anymore but if he could, you were sure it would be as uneven as yours. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this” he said in a whisper, more to himself.

“You were the one who kissed me first” you chuckled lowly. “And also waited for me outside my apartment”.

He chuckled and nodded, giving you a quick peck before separating your foreheads. 

“Marcus will kill us if he found out”

“He doesn’t need to know” you said tentatively. “It’ll be our little secret”

“The man has ears and eyes everywhere, yn, it’s dangerous” he weighed and sighed. “God! It kills me, y’know? Seeing you with that disgust of a man and then when I saw him kissing you tonight I-I I couldn’t control myself, I almost went after him and ripped his throat” you nodded. For some twisted reason, the way he was speaking, with such anger, such determination, made a heat crawl down between your legs. You’ve never seen Yunho like this, so feral, so raw, he was always this gentle man. “I had to come see you and see if you were doing okay, I know you are doing this just for the money” you nodded, the gentle Yunho coming back.

“I’m a little shaken, not gonna lie, I don’t wanna go back there and see him again, but I can’t find a job and I need to pay my stuff and…” you sighed. “And he’s washing my hands pretty darn well. I need to endure this, at least a little more, until I can gather some money so I can move to a new city and try a new life, I don’t know”

“We can run away. Together” he gleamed, eyes shining with hope. “We can go away, yn, be together once again” 

“I-I don't know, Yun… I mean, I want to, but Marcus… And I don't want to put you in danger” he held your face between his hands.

“Don't worry about me, I can deal with that man, he might be powerful but he ain't strong” he smiled and left a peck on your lips.

“Yun… can you sleep with me tonight? Please?” you asked, eyelashes batting. “I'm still a little afraid” he smiled and nodded. 

The two of you went to your room and you gave him some of his old clothes that you still kept for God knows why. You went to the bathroom to change into your pajamas and when you came back he was already in the bed, his side of the bed, like the old times. 

Never in your most hopeful dreams did you think you'd see him back in your bed, laid so relaxed in his usual side of the bed, waiting for you, his signature warm wide smile in his face. You were definitely dreaming, and if you were you hoped nobody would wake you up.

“You're staring” he broke you out of your daydreaming, his smile turning into a smirk. You joined him in bed, head laying in his chest as he hugged you. “I missed being like this with you”

“Me too” you cuddled yourself more into his body as if he could disappear at any given moment. 

You two slowly slided into a laid position, his big body engulfing yours. With his smell invading your senses and his coldness contrasting with your warmth, you fell asleep like you haven't in ages.

»»————-　⚜　————-««

The cold winter wind was blowing through the open windows, the curtains dancing with the breeze. Some of the yellow-orange rays of the sun that shined bright outside passed by the holes in your window. Your bodies sprawled on the bed, tangled together, legs intertwined, arms thrown over each other, your head on his chest.

Slowly you started to wake up, eyes lazy, breathing relaxed. You turned your head up, not leaving your spot entangled in his embrace, to look at his face, so peaceful as he slept, his eyes closed gently, a gentle small smile rested on his lips, almost playful.

“Like what you see?” he asked jokingly, his smile turning into a smirk, eyes opening to stare back at you.

“I like very much indeed” he leaned down to leave a peck on your lips. “Hm. I could wake up to this everyday” he nodded and you pecked his lips again.

He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you for a deeper kiss, making you sigh into the kiss, melting right into his lips and responding to him. It started slow, just the two of you enjoying each other's mouths, nothing rushed. His other hand slowly snaked down your body, stopping right on top of your bum, gently squeezing the soft skin there and earning a mix between a sigh and a whine from you. Yunho chuckled between the kiss, never breaking it.

The man decided to deepen it, slowly sliding his tongue inside your mouth, which you accepted gratefully. Finally he moved you from your position and stood on top of you, propping himself up with his hand and standing between your legs, never breaking the kiss. Your tongues danced together inside each other’s mouths, soft whines and low groans coming out of you two. 

His body was cold but the heat irradiating from you was undeniable and visible, the little whines coming from your mouth and the way your body would wriggle under his would only provoke him further, making him sink his lips into yours more and squeeze the skin of your waist tighter. 

Your hands adventured inside his shirt, feeling his tensed abs underneath your palms. He hissed, breaking the kiss and biting your lower lip, pulling it towards him before letting it go with a ‘plop’. You kept feeling his cold skin under your warm hands before moving back to the hem of the shirt and pulling it up, taking the item off, and revealing his well-built body. You felt your mouth water at the sight, his golden skin that you loved oh so much and his built physique were right in front of you again, all back to you, and it wasn’t a dream.

You pulled him back for another kiss, this time rushier, faster, hungrier, as if all the wasted time, all the time you were apart was being reclaimed. The previous dance of tongues became a fight for dominance, a fight for who would win each other’s heart and body back first. 

Yunho’s hands were all over your body, feeling it, squeezing it, memorizing it in case he happened to die again, this time for real. He lowered his mouth to your jaw, licking a stripe to your neck, before attacking the soft warm skin there, butterfly kisses being left there before they turned into sucks and hickeys, purple marks rising into your skin. He let his fangs came out and scraped them on your skin, leaving a little red path where they passed. At that point nothing but whines and sighs came out of your mouth, you were already lost in his arms, he knew you like the palm of his hand and the longing after all these months without each other.

His hands started to play with the hem of your pajama top and in a swift motion he took it off, leaving you bare in front of him, pulling out a soft gasp from you. He looked at your eyes searching from some sign of regret, but you just nodded, a slightly shy smile dancing on your lips. The man took no time before attacking your chest, mouth hungrily sucking one of your nipples while he played with the other with his hand. He sucked and licked the little nub, gently biting sometimes, his fangs scraping the skin, earning whines and moans from you.

“You look so beautiful like this, have I ever told you that?” you denied with your head, eyes hooded and dark from pleasure. “Then I’m telling you right now, you look gorgeous naked to me and by me, delivered to me, giving yourself to me so willingly” he raised his body until he reached your mouth again. “Even tho’ you are always gorgeous and beautiful” he kissed you again, hungrily. 

His right hand slid down your body to your pajama bottoms and entered it, finding no resistance from underwear, and cupped your sex, feeling the already wet sensation on your lower lips. A low rumble came from his chest within the kiss.

“You’re wet already, did I make you this horny, baby?” you nodded, biting your lower lip, not even hiding the state you were, all you needed was him and him only. “Good to know I still have this effect on you”.

He pulled your pajama bottoms down and took them off of you, leaving you completely naked, you shivered with the contact of your warm body with the cold wind coming through the windows. Yunho started to kiss down your body until he reached your vulva, licking a long stripe from bottom-up, collecting and spreading all your wetness. He repeated the action a few more times before focusing on your clit, circling the bud with his tongue and sucking it. 

All you could do was moan and call his name, back arching from pleasure. One of your hands gripping the sheets tightly while the other held his hair between your fingers, bringing his face closer to your sex and making him hum in satisfaction. He ate you like a starved man, slurping at your juices while his cock was incredibly hard inside his pants, aching in its confines. The man then joined his fingers to the fun, prodding at your hole before slowly entering with two of them in one go. 

“Yun-“ you moaned his name louder, back and head leaving the mattress in a sudden wave of pleasure. “I won’t last”

“‘S okay baby, give it to me” he kept moving his long fingers, curling them and hitting just the right spot. “Cum on my face and fingers” you moaned at his words. 

Yunho kept his crusade to make you cum from his fingers and mouth, sucking harshly on your clit and fucking you restlessly with his fingers. It didn’t take you much to come undone on his face, moans becoming almost high pitched screams as your legs shook and squeezed his face.

He lifted himself and took the remaining of his clothes and Lord! How you missed the sight of his big thick cock standing tall and hard against his stomach ready to stretch you open. You bit your lower lip at the thought and he chuckled, knowing damn well what was going through your head. He positioned himself in between your legs and kissed you again, slowly, full of passion, desire. You guided the tip of his cock to your hole and he slowly entered you. You closed your eyes, mouth agape, no sound coming, already unwonted by his girth. He took his time to slide into you, bit by bit, letting you get used to his size. 

“Shh… you’re taking me so well, baby” he cooed at you and kissed your forehead. “Look at your pussy taking my cock so well, sucking me up, fuck! You’re so hot” You whined to him, mind hazy with pleasure. 

He started to move, slowly thrusting, shallow at first but with each thrust he took more of his dick out, pumping back in deeply, the tip of it hitting your cervix making you see stars. Yunho started to move faster, his thrusts becoming shallower and deeper. All that came out of your mouth was a string of moans and his name like a mantra. Your breathing was erratic and your bodies were covered in sweat. 

“I’m not gonna last longer” he announced, one of his hands sneaking in between your bodies and reaching for your clit. You managed to moan even louder, your voice becoming hoarse, from the extra stimulation. “Give it to me, I know you can give me another one, don’t you?” He practically growled between gritted teeth and you just nodded. 

The effort he was making not to cum before you was visible but he was decided to make you cum again. His hips were hammering against yours and you couldn’t feel your legs anymore, limp from effort and pleasure altogether. His fingers circling your clit vigorously. It didn’t take you long for you to come shaking around his member, wall pulsing against his length, almost trapping him inside you. He came right after you, white painting your insides and body falling limp on top of you. 

You two stood there like that for a while, bodies still connected, breathings slowly going back to normal, your heartbeat slowing down. The silence was comfortable, needed, just the sound of the wind and your breathings.

Yunho, with much strength and willpower, released himself from you and searched for a cloth to clean you up. Taking all his time and care to do it so. 

“Hmmm” you murmured. “I missed this” he chuckled at you. “I missed you” you pulled him for a kiss. 

“I missed you too” he got rid of the cloth and came back to the bed and laid with you, not caring if you were still naked. He sighed deeply and nuzzled in your hair. “What are we gonna do now?” You turned around to face him, hand softly caressing his still sweaty hair. “I won’t leave you now”. 

“You won’t. I won’t” you gently pecked his lips. “We’ll find a way. I promise”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, toy” his voice sent a shiver down your spine. 

You and Yunho slowly turned to where the voice came from to find Marcus and three of his men standing in the door of your room. You instinctively pulled the covers more to your body and went closer to Yunho, that pulled you closer to him. Marcus chuckled almost devilishly and your whole body shivered again. 

“What? You two lovebirds thought I wouldn’t find out?” He took two steps closer, his cane hitting hard on the ground. You shrinked into Yunho’s side. “What have I told you, darling? I didn’t mind you having a boyfriend as long as it wasn’t another vampire and what did you do? You go and break my rule!” He practically growled the words, the veins in his neck popping. 

Neither you nor Yunho said a word, too afraid to enrage him even more. Both of you wanting to come out of that alive. The older man took a deep breath and rubbed his temples. 

The air was thick, the tension dense and visible, it could be cut with a knife. You even forgot you were naked under the covers, Yunho’s body being the only thing grounding you at that moment. Marcus' eyes, usually a bright shade of red, were dark, angry, slit, his jaw tensed, veins popping, fangs appearing. 

“What should I do to you two, huh?” He tilted his head. “Maybe I should suck this pretty neck until you’re dry and make your lover watch and then kill him? Or maybe, even better, let him live with the guilt?” You gasped lowly clutching at Yunho. “Maybe I could turn you into a vampire too and kill Yunho, let you live this miserable life alone. Is that good for you?” He laughed, his men following him like marionettes. “Maybe I could rip your man’s heart apart and make you watch it and make you live with me, like my slave. I like this one” a tear fell down your eye of the idea of losing Yunho. “Oh, doll, are you crying?” He feigned comotion. “Poor little thing is so terrified” he turned to look at his men. “Look at her, boys, such a fragile thing, so afraid” they all laughed” you sensed the man by your side becoming tense but you held him. 

“Please, sir” you finally spoke, voice low, hoarse, scared. “I’ll do anything for you, anything, just don’t hurt Yunho, let him go” 

“Yn…” Yunho tried to intervene but you stopped him. 

“Would you trade your life for the half life of a vampire?” Marcus asked and you nodded. “Tsk tsk. Such a fool. You humans and your foolish hearts full of love” he smirked in disdain. “Then let’s do this, I let your silly little lover go and you come with me, you’ll become my property interely” he laughed satisfied. “You,” he turned his attention to Yunho, “get out of here and I hope I don’t see your face so soon”.

Yunho took some time to finally move from under the covers and put his clothes on, eyes always on you, a silent promise. He slowly walked out of the room, turning to look at you one last time before disappearing.

The tears started to fall freely from your eyes, not caring if Marcus and his men were seeing you, your heart ached as if it was ripped, once again Yunho was taken from you. The older man walked slowly to your side, sitting on your bed and wiping the tears away from your eyes. Such a gentle act teeming with second intentions and evilness. The feeling of being so bare, so defenseless, in front of him sending shivers down your spine.

“No need to cry, my doll, you won’t have anything else to care now, just to be pretty for me” he stated, his hand now caressing your face. “And that won’t be so hard since you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on” his smirk was sickening, disgusting. “I’ll let you dress yourself and pick whatever you want to take to my mansion, meet us at the car” he left the room being followed by his men.

You slowly moved from the bed, moving even slower across the room. The memories from just moments ago flashing across your head, the happiness that flooded you and Yunho went away just as fast as it came. You started to cry again as you picked up your stuff and put it inside your bag. Fear, uncertainty, hopelessness, it hit you like a runaway train, all at once.

Marcus could be a beautiful man if he wasn’t so evil and scary. He was turned into his mid-forties, yet he was a well preserved man, his hair was dark brown with greyish locks, short and always combed back, styled with gel, he dressed as if he came from some steampunk movie, a mixture of victorian and modern, his skin was a beautiful shade of brown, dark, retinted, his body, even hidden under his clothes, shown to be well built. He always held his stance tall, imposing, strong, his cane always in one of his hands, a symbol of status. You wondered when he was turned and if he was always like that. Mean. 

The man was waiting for you leaning his back against his car, arms crossed against his chest, his expression looked vigilant. You walked towards him, bags in hands, but his men grabbed them for you. He came to meet you and put a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“You are under my protection now, princess. No harm will come to you” unless it’s you, you thought to yourself but just nodded giving a half smile.

You entered the car and took a deep breath, bracing yourself for what was about to come.

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The weeks passed like torture. You lost track of time of how long you have been there but in your head it had been years already. All you did was stay at home all day, stuck in that giant mansion full of men, prohibited from leaving, from talking to anyone, even Carmen. Even reading, an activity that you really enjoyed, had become boring and unbearable.

When Marcus called you his toy he was indeed not playing. During weekdays you’d stay at home, but on weekends he would make you his personal dress up doll and show you at the bar, from friday to sunday, everyday in a new outfit, with a new pair of shoes, makeup always flawless, hair down. He loved to show you off, to cause envy on those who were more unfortunate than him and couldn’t afford to have such a beautiful and stunning being by their side. And every two weeks he would collect his payment, his dose of your blood. 

You went down those stairs once again, the man in front of you, you behind his back being followed by some of his men. You were particularly stunning that night, sporting a black striped suit set paired with a pair of black shiny stilettos, your hair was, for the first time, pulled up in a tight ponytail with a faux pony hanging low on your back.

Once the low purple lights hit you, your eyes immediately met his. After weeks without any news from him or your friends, there he was, not only him but also Carmen and Wooyoung, all three of them at a table in a far corner. Seeing him alive and well made your heart swell with happiness and relief. Marcus kept his promise and did not hurt him. 

Your exchanges of glances were quick, so you quickly returned your head back forward and hoped the man in front of you didn’t notice. 

You moved to your usual booth, you and the man entering inside while his men stood outside guarding the place. The cups of wine already waiting for you on the coffee table in the center of the room. 

You grabbed your cup and took a long sip of the sweet drink. Each night getting harder to endure your sponsor and his antics.

“You look absolutely divine tonight, doll” him and his stupid nicknames, he never called you by your name you’ve noticed, since that would humanize you too much, and you were nothing but another toy to him. “Black looks gorgeous on you” you forced a smile.

Usually, most nights, some other higher vampires would appear to talk business or other things you would barely pay any attention to, taking Marcus’ attention away from you. However that night the bar seemed quieter and emptier than usual, no one coming after the man at your booth. 

You could feel his eyes burning holes on you, his entire focus on you. Suddenly the neon lights on the ceiling were so interesting to you. 

“So, my toy, how have the past weeks been for you?” The way he called his sent shivers down your spine, you wanted to throw up. 

You contemplated for a minute whether to talk or not how you were feeling. 

“Time seems to have slowed down. I assume I’m a little bored without having someone to talk with, without a friend” you mused, choosing the words carefully. “I tend to get bored easily without a routine, and just being inside all day does not help much” you looked at your shoes waiting for his answer. 

He was about to answer when a noise came from outside. Loud thuds and grunts as if someone was fighting. Instinctively, the man got on his feet and put himself in front of you. 

A loud cracking sound reverberated and then silence. The tension in the air thick. You were still sitting, eyes glued on the door, waiting for someone to enter at any given moment. 

“I was waiting for you” Marcus straightened his posture, his voice stable, smirk playing on his lips, as soon as Yunho entered the door. He sat by your side, arm hugging your shoulder. “I see you wanna play thief and steal what is mine” 

“She’s not your property, Marcus” the man laughed humorously. 

“The last time I checked I paid for her” he pulled you closer to him. “If I paid, it’s mine” you saw Yunho’s wrists close into a fist. 

“She’s a human being, not a thing” 

“The moment she came after me for money she is a thing, my thing” he smiled sickly. “What are you going to do about it? It’s you against me, boy” he pulled you into his lap, holding you tight as a human shield. “And if you try to do anything against me, you’ll hurt her first” your eyes widened and your body started to shake in fear. 

Of course you weren’t expecting anything from the man but using you to protect himself as a human shield wasn’t on your bingo card. You tried to disentangle from his hold but his grip only got stronger. 

Yunho only smirked and crossed his arms on top of his chest. 

“Who said I’ll do anything to you?” Both you and Marcus stopped your little fight. 

You heard a gasp and a scream behind you and Marcus’ hands were no longer on you. You left your place on his lap and ran to Yunho’s arms. Turning around to look at the screams, you saw Wooyoung, who had sneakily entered the room after Yunho without anyone noticing, with silver chains around the older man’s neck not only strangling him but burning the skin where the silver was touching. You hid your head in Yunho’s chest not bearing to see the scene unfolding in front of you. 

Second after second the screams started to subdued and, slowly, you turned to see Marcus’ body burned to death on the sofa and a sweaty Wooyoung with a satisfied grin on his face. He pulled two thumbs up to you who just started laughing. Laughing out of relief, nervousness, anxiety. 

Yunho grabbed your face and made you look him in the eyes. His eyes sparkling with more than words could ever say in that moment. You were free. He was free. You two were free. You pulled him by the neck and kissed him. The kiss tasted salty of your tears that you even noticed that started to fall. 

“Ok lovebirds, I know you are happy and all but we need to leave this place asap” Wooyoung chimed in, making you cut your kiss short. 

You left the room to find an apprehensive Carmen waiting for you outside, Marcus’ car keys in her hands. She ran to you and hugged you tight, glad you were well and alive. Glad all of you were well and alive. You jumped the dead bodies of the men on the ground and followed the three, hand held tightly by Yunho ones.

As soon as the outside air hit your lungs all four of you took deep breaths and started to laugh out of relief, Wooyoung leaving a scream that earned him a smack from Carmen.

“Free at last” Yunho announced with a smile on his face, arms finding your body from behind in a hug. “What you wanna do now that you’re free?” he asked, turning you to face him.

You smiled as wide as him and got on the tip of your toes so you could plant a quick kiss on his lips.

“I wanna go as far from here with you”. 

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[yellowf1nch]

Warning: Minors do not interact. Mentions of verbal abuse, physical violence

(Continuation of my previous problematic roommate idea)

[Side note: Roommate will have gone through some version of hate endings for many objects, so there will be spoilers/not quite accurate to Player hate endings ahead, and potentially in relevant follow up posts. Also, I haven't gotten hate endings with a lot of objects so I will be making some of them up (but in my mind they would be slightly different anyway given the circumstances)]

After using the dateviators for a while, you realize that not only does your roommate leave physical messes, but social ones as well. Honestly, you're kind of a shut in, and even when being polite it seems like sometimes you say the wrong thing... But it's clear you're roommate is being destructive on purpose. They ask you if you've seen their sunglasses, and not wanting to lie, you say you've only seen your own around. After all, Skylar chose to be in your care, so technically she was yours now? Needles to say, Roommate started acting a bit more suspicious the following days.

Slowly going through every room, you pick up on just what kind of chaos that's been unfolding. Volt was hesitant to let you into the Breaker Box, but you at least seemed to be polite enough to watch the shows. Penelope, like many, was immediately hostile, thinking you'd be just like your nice-at-first roommate, but started realizing you at least were showing genuine interest in helping her dating life. Ben-Hwa and you have a bit of an awkward standoff, but you actually want to have conversations with them. You actually apologize for any negative feelings you may have inspired. There is a... Lack of animosity from you, but the dateables wonder if the other shoe simply has yet to drop.

Your bedroom was frankly the best place to start. The objects here saw you the most, they knew how much of a strain living with your roommate turned out to be, even before they were in the picture. And, though it was a bit awkward at first, you've managed to secure some amicable bonds there. Surprisingly, the living room was also a safer place. Koa, appreciating your understanding in not wanting to make him talk. Chairemy feeling respected for once, having their boundaries upheld.

Jacques [Short King] has no quarrels declaring your enemy-ship, but his insults fall flatter each time you return his banter... Without insulting him. Cam, as well, finds that you clearly understand not to make him out to be just a trash can. Day by day, you show the dateables that yes, decent humans exist and yes, Roommate is unfortunately an outlier.

You had just come from a show at the Breaker Box (the only one who applauds Johnny when you go), not realizing your roommate had come back earlier than expected from their errand. They see you, with the dateviators perched on your face, and immediately the poison starts dripping from their lips. There's a bit of verbal back and forth, all of the charges for the day used up so you take the glasses off and make sure to keep them close. Your roommate starts yelling at you, screaming at how you stole from them, how awful you are, insult after insult, blaming you for things you didn't do and then some. And when you can get a word in edgewise, you keep your voice calm-- you didn't steal, Skylar chose you. It was her decision after all, not yours, not your roommate's-- but trying to make your way to the kitchen made things take a turn for the worse. Your roommate gets in your face, nose to nose, screaming at you, trying to grab Skylar from your hands, but you don't budge. They lay into you about how glasses can't make decisions, the dateables aren't real, they're "just things."

You shove them back, immediately. Voice raising, "Does it matter what they are? They think, they want, they choose. And none of that can or will be taken from them. Not while I'm here, not while I can help." Your roommate barks a laugh at you, then starts throwing slaps and punches at your face. Holding onto Skylar, you can't protect yourself from every blow, and get knocked down. You keep Skylar out of reach of your roommate, somehow, your other hand trying to push them away. You look around, noticing a vent in the floor [don't know if there are any in game, but there is for plot convenience]. You beg Florence and Hector, not knowing who would respond, to please, please open and take Skylar. It's not about you, or your roommate, it's about keeping everyone safe. The vent pops up, you manage to slide Skylar right in, and after a few blows against you, your roommate has an advantage. They grab a book off the foyer table and strike you over and over.

Eventually they stop. You're bloodied, bruised, and tired. You know you should call someone, the cops or an ambulance, but hearing that the government is looking for the glasses, you don't want to risk anything involving authorities, and you don't want to risk leaving Roommate unsupervised more than you have to. You crawl your way to the bathroom, opening the sink cabinet and grabbing Farya. You've never dealt with these kinds of wounds before, but somehow you lift yourself up to look in the mirror. Despite everything, a small smile tugs at your face.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Hey Cal 💕💕💕

Max ⚫

Anddddddd

Max 💔

-❤️🪐

Hi Saturn! ❤️

500 for ⚫

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“I don’t care who wins. It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does!” Buck insists. 

And it’s stupid. It’s so stupid. It’s just… Emmy and Bruce remind Buck of himself and Eddie.

They entered the season as friends. They weren’t initially a couple. They both talked to a lot of other people. It got messy and there was some drama. But slowly but surely, they formed a connection. Now, they’re a bit behind everyone else on the show, but they’re strong. They really know each other. They have a strong bond. Maybe it’s stupid, and maybe they were watching the show in the first place because it’s trash, but Buck really believes in them. They could genuinely be happy together in the real world. 

“If you don’t care, why not just vote for Buck’s favorites?” Chim asks. “Don’t pretend it’s that you’re taking a stand against appeasing him. You love to appease him. You have a gold medal in appeasing him.”

“Hey?” Buck frowns. 

“Fine,” Eddie grumbles. “Whatever. You’re all right. I’m wrong. I’ll vote for Barbie and Ken. I don’t care! Nothing matters! Can I shower now?”

“Well, as long as you don’t care,” Bobby says flatly.

“I don’t!” Eddie insists, raising his arms in exasperation. The effect causes the ice packs to fall from his armpits, onto the station floor. 

Buck immediately bends to grab them for him. He might be angry, but heat stroke is still no joke. Not that Buck was at risk of it himself.

Eddie doesn’t take the ice packs back. Instead, still only wearing one boot, he storms off towards the showers. He looks entirely ridiculous. He looks like something that emerged from a bog, and doesn’t smell much better. Buck is sure his appearance and scent is pretty similar. 

“Well, that settles that,” Bobby says. “Everyone hit the showers, please.” 

Buck follows orders, but he doesn’t feel like anything is settled at all. 

⚫

So, believe it or not, the shower helps. A lot. Eddie feels far less ill and far less angry once his body temperature has been drastically reduced. Not a total shock. 

After he dries off and changes into a clean uniform, Eddie is overwhelmed by exhaustion. The fight, the day, all of it; it’s all so far away. He just needs to sleep. Luckily, Bobby took them offline. He can crash. 

His head hits the pillow in the bunkroom, and that’s it. He’s out. No effort. No dreams. Nothing. Eddie is just sucked into the void.

He sleeps so deeply he has no concept of time passing. He’s vaguely aware, at some point, of a phone alarm going off. But that could have been after five minutes or five hours.

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500 for 💔

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Buck goes straight home. 

He doesn’t say anything to anyone, beyond what is necessary to close out the shift. Not even Chim. He’s a phone battery operating at, like, ten percent. It’s only a matter of time before he goes completely dark. Powers done. Stops functioning altogether. 

He goes right home. He doesn’t really remember the drive. He doesn’t really remember parking the Jeep or unlocking his door. But he does remember the feeling of it shutting loudly behind him. The sound echoes off the empty walls around him. Buck stands still, unable to process what’s next. He doesn’t have the clarity of mind to take off his shoes, let alone do anything else with his day.

He just stands there. 

His phone starts buzzing in his pocket. He ignores it. 

It takes him a minute, but he walks, still in his shoes, towards the bedroom. He should change into pajamas, or at least take off his shoes and jeans, and then go to bed. At least, that way, if people call him out for blowing off their calls, he can say he was sleeping. Even if he just lays there, under the covers. 

Buck kicks off one shoe slowly, then the other. He takes a lazy step towards his bed.

He hears his doorbell ring. 

Oh, fuck. No. No, he doesn’t want to see anyone right now. No, he’s not interested. He ignores it. He can’t do this right now. 

He forgoes taking off his jeans. He hurries to his bed, throws the heavy duvet cover to the side, and rolls underneath it. 

The doorbell rings again. There’s a knock that follows it. As if Buck didn’t hear the doorbell twice. His phone starts to buzz again. Whoever is here - and he thinks he knows - is rather insistent. Buck takes his phone from his pocket and drops it on the nightstand. He doesn’t care. He can’t deal with it right now. 

The doorbell rings a third time. This time, Buck just puts a pillow over his head and tries to drown it out. 

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Eddie is quite aware Buck is ignoring him, and not just unable to hear his attempts. He left the station maybe three or four minutes after him. There’s no way Buck is already asleep. After the third ignored attempt at ringing the doorbell, Eddie gives up on asking. He has the keypad code to get into Buck’s place. Buck gave it to him when he moved it. Easier than a key, right? He’d said. Convenient, now, that’s for damn sure.

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[thetimelordbatgirl]

Ngl youtube videos suddenly got me slowly turning into a Justin Russo hater.

[cordidy]

Finding you in the kitchen in the middle of the night...

It's 3AM, you got the munchies and he stumbles on you....

(just a dumb shower thought I had)

Feel free to steal the idea if you liked it, I just want a tag if you write anything cause this would probably be way to funny to miss lol

⭐️ Xavier ⭐️

Wakes up because he doesn't feel you next to him and zombie walks to the kitchen

Barely register what you're doing in the fridge

Doesn't say a thing and just sits on the ground, head on your lap, falling back asleep as you eat your cheese balls while petting his head

Will tell you he had "the strangest of dream" last night while sipping his coffee

🐠 Rafayel 🐠

Is already in the kitchen making a fucking quiche (this man has the worst sleeping schedule ever)

Acts sick when he sees you eating "plastic cheese" from the bag, even more so when you give him a full on cheesy smile to tease him

Ask your help with the quiche while sneakily throwing the bag of cheese in the trash when you're not looking

❄️ Zayne ❄️

Enters the kitchen waaaaayyyyy too sneakily and you both freeze like deers in headlight

He looks at you

And you look at him

And he looks at you

"I won't tell tommorow me if you don't tell tommorow you", he says with the softest voice while opening a cabinet and taking the cookie jar

You both end up seated on the kitchen ground, eating like gremlins

🐦‍ Sylus 🐦‍

Observes you silently from the kitchen door for a while, smirking as you fight with the peanut butter jar

"Do I need to open a tuna can for you Kitten ?" with a cocky tone

All blood drains from his face when he hears you yelp in pain as you cut yourself while making a sandwich cause he startled you

Will bring you night snack in bed and hand feed you grapes for a whole month to make amend (2 if you cry a bit)

🍎 Caleb 🍎

Will think you are a burglar and freezes, baffled, as he hold you at gunpoint ("Jeez ! I could have shoot you !") while you are munching cheese cube, undisturbed, in your fluffy PJs

Will tease you at first while calling you a weirdo...

...then steal your bag of cheese cube and throw them in your mouth and will be impressed you grabbed it

And again...

And again...

"...move a bit on your left....yeah !"

It will litteraly turn into a game to see how far he can throw them in your mouth from

[iinterstellaarr]

fratboy!satoru having a crush on you is kinda like burning your hand on a hot stove.

it sucks.

satoru is cocky in all meanings of the word. he’s constantly on top of tables, playing beer pong, or dangling and swinging from the chandelier in the frat house that is still up by the grace of God.

yet somehow, despite walking into class 25 minutes late and complaining about his hangover for the rest of your hour long class, he still maintains nearly perfect grades.

every girl has a crush on him, or thinks he’s the scum of the earth. every guy wants to be him and he knows this. he carries himself with such confidence that it’s not hard to see why he’s so popular.

and then there’s you.

you applied to this prestigious college in hopes of getting your degree and getting the hell out of there the first chance you got. somehow, you got in and are now dedicated to spending your next 5 years stuck in this school

and stuck with satoru.

he comes from a family of immense wealth. you were pretty sure he didn’t even need to go to college or have a job, and yet here he was in all his douchebaggy glory. everytime he walked past girls would giggle and guys would grumble

but he was focused on you.

you never made a noise when he walked past, never even looked up from the dumb tiktok’s you were watching on your phone. even when he made a spectacle in class, you wouldn’t even spare him a giggle or an eye roll. to you, it was like he didn’t even exist.

your lack of presence had somehow caught his eye, and through the flood of people that he saw everyday, he was stuck on you.

-

“i literally don’t get it.” satoru grumbled into his pillow as his roommate, suguru, rolled his eyes for the trillionth time.

“why do you care so much? it’s not like the flood of girls nipping at your heels is gonna go dry anytime soon.” suguru massaged the temples on his head, desperately trying to relieve himself from the satoru induced migraine

“it’s different! i want an eyeroll, a scoff, something!” satoru flops over on his back and looks to his roommate

“you’re annoyed because she doesn’t acknowledge your existence?”

“exactly!”

“narcissist.” satoru groaned at his roommate and pouted into his pillow once again.

“your just salty your bumble date ghosted you.” satoru claimed, and quickly retracted as a pillow was throw at his head.

-

the next class you had early in the morning made you groan as you sat down and opened your bag to grab your computer.

“is this seat taken?” your head snaps up while you meet bright blue eyes, although they were covered by dark sunglasses.

you whip your head around to the plethora of empty seats, even the ones in the back held no one, which was a miracle in itself.

“uhm, no?” you scooped up some of your items to make room for the lengthy boy as he sat down next to you. he leaned his head on his hand as he eyed you up and down.

“i don’t believe we’ve met. i’m satoru gojo, although you can just call me satoru, gorgeous.” he had a cocky grin on his face, sure that he was being charming by extending the pleasure of calling him by his name to you and by the slightest compliment.

“yeah, okay.” you nodded slightly, praying to whatever God would listen that he’d just leave you alone. his smile faltered at your dismissive tone, although he was far from done playing with you.

“what are you majoring in?” his eyes were still fixed on you, as if some omnipotent creature was whispering all the ways to make you tick, and he was listening as if it were scripture.

you rolled your eyes and spared him a glance although lacked a response as you continued to furiously type the paper that was due for this class.

after that blatant dismissal, he tried everything.

a large, very expensive looking bouquet by your dorm? he found them in the dumpster the next morning. causing a ruckus in the quad? you walked past him as if he were trash on the sidewalk. a pyramid of redbulls inside your dorm (how’d he get in?) was found in a donation box for other students who were struggling. nothing he did could ever catch your eye.

although he didn’t know the flowers you got him made you violently sneeze, so they were a hazard to keep in your living space. he didn’t know that the day he tackled suguru in the quad with the prayer of a fleeting glance, you were to focused on the mid term that was worth half your grade. the redbulls he left in your dorm just happened to be your least favorite flavor, and it probably was t healthy to drink all of those yourself. it wasn’t that you were purposely ignoring him, you just genuinely didn’t notice his foolish antics were to get your attention.

-

it wasn’t until the end of the year that satoru finally snapped.

he found you in the library, surrounded by books and half drunken iced coffee. you looked different from the girls that usually followed him. not bad different, but raw. real.

you didn’t notice him until his shadow blocked the flow of light that illuminated your books.

you looked up, sighing slightly before pulling out and earbud

“if this is about the flowers, i’m allergic-“

“get up.” his tone was different from the cocky frat boy you knew. he was nervous. nervous in your presence, nervous in the line of your sight. he looked like and insecure school boy finally talking to his crush

“excuse me?” you watched as he scooped up the books and carefully shoved them into your bag, pulling your chair out while you were still sat in it.

“i wanna talk.” he pulled you by your wrist, still holding your backpack as he made a dash for the exit

“we can’t just talk here?” your feet were clumsy following the man in front of you, considering he was a good foot taller that you.

“it’s important, just…” he paused, the words fluttered on his tounge but he bit back before it all came rushing out. “please.”

that shut you up.

he rounded the corner and shoved open the door to a long forgotten stair well.

gojo crossed his arms, sunglasses pushed up into his hair, exposing the frustration flickering in those icey eyes. “what is your deal with me?”

you blinked.

“huh?”

“i’ve tried everything. everything,” he said, voice sharper than his usual smooth tone. “you ignore me like i’m background noise. like i don’t even exist.”

you stared, silent, waiting.

“i mean, do you hate me? did i do something? am I just some frat idiot to you?” he ran a hand through his hair, pacing now. “you’re driving me insane and you don’t even care.”

“i do notice you, satoru.” his real name being slipped on your tounge caused his pacing to falter.

for the first time all year, you saw him. rough around the edges, and slightly insecure. he wasn’t satoru gojo, heir to a fortune many couldn’t comprehend and a total douchebag

he was just… satoru. a boy who didn’t know how to get the attention of someone like you without using elementary tactics.

“you don’t have to do anything dramatic to catch my eye. you don’t have to make small talk about stupid shit to get me to talk to you.”

“i see you, satoru. every over the top stunt, every weird little performance. i’ve seen it all. but the guy who leaves flowers im allergic too in front of my dorm to get attention?” you stood slowly, eyes locking with his. “that’s not who i’m interested in.”

he swallowed. “then who are you interested in?”

you leaned in just enough for your voice to hit him low and clear.

“the real you, whoever that is. it’s up to you to figure that out.”

and then you left him there, quiet for the first time in a long time.

-

the next time you saw satoru, he was just as nervous as last time. his eyes weren’t covered by his glasses and you swore you could see a glimmer of sweat drip down his forehead as he met you for the first class of the day.

“for you.” he held out a small iced coffee, the same one you had ordered for your impromptu study trip in the library.

he had memorized it.

in the small moment he saw to remember it, he had got it perfect.

“no flowers, no stupid tricks. just me.” you smiled as he handed it to you, the condensation on the cup making your hands cold and wet, but you didn’t mind.

“you remembered,” you said.

“ive been paying attention. even if you weren’t.”

you studied him. for once, he didn’t try to fill the silence. he just looked at you. nervous, hopeful, real.

and maybe he was still a little ridiculous. still loud, still dramatic in ways he couldn’t fully shake. but under all of that… there was something honest. something kind.

and maybe that was who satoru was all along.

“your still a frat idiot, satoru.”

“i’m your frat idiot.”

[undisclosedproxy]

Possessive, obsessive, aggressive T.R T.N M.R

Summary: A movie night where secrets get revealed with Y/N and the boys.

Popcorn flying through the air, laughter filling the homely manor and the television playing a long forgotten movie. This is how good life ha been living with the boys. Y/N was currently sitting on the warm carpeted floor in between Theodores legs, Tom was sitting to the right of them, comfortable on his own seperate arm chair and Mattheo to the left of them, taking up most of the couch sitting in the most annoying way so that he was touching both Theodore and Y/N.

”You should have heard her screaming Y/N” Mattheo laughed loudly basically wheezing at this point, ready to pee himself from laughter.

”Okay it’s not that funny. All we did was hook up and then she woke me up screaming, she was supposed to leave already.” Theodore said shooting a fake glare in Mattheos direction with his icy blue eyes. He continued to sloppily try to braid Y/Ns piece of long brown silky hair.

”You’re right. It wasn’t funny it was obnoxious. Actually it was downright absurd, only the lowest of the low human beings with that level of IQ-“ Tom started going on a very angry rant, most of the time everyone doesn’t know what he’s talking about when he has these moments of his temper betraying him.

”Come on tom, calm down a little bit?” Y/N asked with furrowed brows and a slight pout. She didn’t mind when Mattheo and Theodore start their friendly banter but sometimes Tom just doesn’t get the hint, or pick up on social settings vibes.

Tom huffed and looked away, he didn’t want to admit it but he cares about what she thinks. They all know it too.

”You pricks are both so fucking in love with Y/N, at this point it’s disgusting.” Mattheo chuckled loudly as he continued to throw popcorn at Tom. Mattheo draped a foot over Y/Ns head. She shot him a glare and smacked his foot with her free hand, the other trying to help Theodore braid her hair.

”Do not start.” Tom warned him with a harsh look as Tom continued to put the popcorn Mattheo keeps throwing at him in a trash bag.

”Oh, do not act like you weren’t going absolute crazy when she brought a guy home.” Theodore yelled extremely loudly for no reason which was so random. Y/N looked up at Mattheo with a confused look, then back up at Theodore who was fiddling with her hair trying to detangle the matt he had made.

”No i didn’t!” Mattheo screamed back obviously lying. He was trying to cover for himself in front of Y/N.

”You dickheads did too!” Mattheo yelled pointing at Tom and Theo. As he jumped up, the popcorn falling onto the floor, the popcorn kennels already in the expensive carpet. Tom groaned loudly obviously already knowing he is going to be the one cleaning that up.

“Well. We did not hex him.” Theodore said sassily as he crossed his arms with a huff, giving up on trying to untangle the braid.

”Yes.” Tom said dryly agreeing with Theodore.

”IT WAS LITERALLY YOU WHO HEXED HIM!” Mattheo screamed at Tom, Mattheo was met with Tom staring at him blankly.

”oh.” Tom said nonchalantly,

Everyone stared at him with a concerned look on their faces.

”Is this why no boys ever come back over after the first date?” Y/N asked with a dumb founded look on her face.

”Yes.” The boys all answered in the same nonchalant tone and all at the same time.

”You guys sound like a cult, i’m leaving.” Y/N said as she gets up off the carpeted floor from in between Theodores legs. She walks up the stairs while flipping them off as they stared at her blankly.

”Her ass is so fat.” Mattheo said while so obviously staring. He was met with eye rolling from Theodore, but obviously he was staring too because he had to re arrange his pants, and Tom just looking at him with a disgusted look as he grabbed a pillow and put it over his crotch as he huffed once again.

[555rare]

ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS PT.14

(Continued from my old account @777rare 🥂)

Teeny tiny 18+ themes here and there kids so scroll past it please, even though I know damn well you won't.

THESE NOTES ARE ONLY A STUDY OF MINE AND HAS/HAS NOT BEEN PROVEN YET, SO IF IT DOES NOT RESONATE WITH YOU, FORGIVE ME AS IT WAS ONLY A STUDY/OBSERVATION OF MINE.

I DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, COPY OR REWORD ANY OF MY FELLOW ASTROLOGY OBSERVERS POSTS AND I DEMAND THE SAME IN RETURN.

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• There are two kinds of voices for a Pisces Mercury native. Actually no, Pisces Mercury natives have many voices for different occasions like they are good at mimicry or changing their voice. But out of them all, we have 2 original voices. The Siren and the Siren. Yes, I know same word but different connotation.

જ⁀➴ The Siren🧜voice is the way they speak when they are calm and even happy. They have a sweet and soft voice that people often are drawn to as If they are Sirens but on land lol.

જ⁀➴ Then comes the Siren 🚨 voice when they are pissed off as hell hahahah. When they scream or shout while angry, believe me, they sound like sirens. You know the ones in an ambulance and buildings 😭😂.

• Capricorn Moon natives' moms are the type of moms who value finance or money very much. They are very hard to please and these natives find it so hard to impress them or make them proud of them. These natives just wanna hear their mom say 'I'm proud of you' for once at least in their life 😮‍💨🥲.

• I have never met a Capricorn big 3 who wasn't reserved and distant when it came to sharing their feelings with just anyone and crying in front of others. These people go through so much in private and they make it seem like being them is so easy on the outside to others but deep down, nobody can actually be them or take on their problems the way they do 🫣🫡.

• Leo big 3 are so so good at entertaining people. This is FACT. They are literal moods who can grab literally anyone's attention without trying and just like their sign ruler, The Sun, life often seems like it's revolving around them 🥂💃.

I have also never met a single Leo Big 3 who has never been treated like royalty, be it by literally anyone. They often get things their way and people just treat them like an expensive souvenir lol 🤌😂.

They are that one person (esp. Leo rising) who's always spoken about and praised even if all they did was lift up a piece of trash and throw it in the bin 😭🤣.

• My advice to Pisces or 12th house Sun's are just go and chill in a graveyard for a while. Trust me, this is the best medicine for you all because the energies there are actually the purest form possible.

Why? There are only souls there and everything negatively attached to the souls detach in a Graveyard because the body is returning back to its soul mother, making the soul leave the negativity of this world so there are no negative energies in a graveyard. There is only pure energy, the kind of energy that is untouched or unaffected by human presence.

Being a Pisces or 12th house Sun makes you highly sensitive to the energies around you so being in a Graveyard for a while can be very healing for you. You can meditate for a while here because you will truly connect with the divine without blockages here.

As a 12th house Sun (VEDIC CHART), I once visited a Graveyard in 2023 (That was the first time I ever visited one😅) and I felt so at peace and ease lol. I didn't wanna leave the place at all and I felt like I was myself detached from the energies of the world 🙂‍↕️.

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• Taurus or 2nd house Saturn natives have a problem with feeling valued by others in their life🫠. There's always this doubt that creeps in or this underlying insecurity where they think they aren't good enough or they have to try harder to keep others in their life.

There is this insecurity that people can replace them easily with someone else. These natives fear being looked down upon and they just want someone to appreciate how much effort they put into their work 😮‍💨🥺.

These natives love being appreciated and recognized when it comes to their talents and how much value they add to others' lives. They are truly a gift to have in ones life because once they have you, they will always invest energy in your connection without a doubt unless you degrade them or insult their hard work and talents.

They are very talented indeed with an ability to never give up no matter how hard situations get for them. They just wanna be told now and then that they are valuable and appreciated 🫂🫤.

• Mars in the 12th house or Pisces go through so many hidden battles 🫡😭. They are very private about their problems and they usually choose to suffer in silence and handle it all alone because they don't find it helpful to share their problems with others as others just give them advices.

One of my friend has this and she is very very private about her pain and her problems, but since I'm someone who she trusts, she shares her problem with me as I don't give her advice, I give her comfort without words.

The same goes for all Mars in 12th house and/or Pisces because they want comfort, not words coming out of someone's mouth and since they do not get it, they choose to deal with it on their own 😶😕.

• I have noticed fixed Mars signs (Taurus, Scorpio, Leo, Aquarius) are actually possessive and so protective of the ones they loveee ayee💃🌹. They won't just stand there and see their loved ones going through shit or being treated like shit by someone, they will literally stand up for them or become their protective shield 😤🛡️.

They also find it hard to digest the fact that there are people out there who share their romantic partner with someone else, like these natives just cannot do that 🙂‍↔️. They love a committed partner who is only theirs to love and who loves only them in the relationship. They absolutely HATE 3rd party involvement🫸.

Although, Aquarius Mars natives are very kinky in bed and are open-minded and experimentative, they choose a partner who is loyal in love 💪💖. That's the difference, they like being playful in bed but they are serious in love and prioritize loyalty.

Not to forget fixed sign Mars natives are very much fixed in their approach to sex and intimacy as well. They find it hard to be flexible or to allow absolutely anything in the bedroom, that is if you don't have heavy Pisces or Virgo placements 🥂👍.

Thankyou for reading through this today! 😊✨ I hope my sweet cherries, all had as much as fun reading this as I had making it! Love you all so much and I can't wait to see you in the next one!! 🌝

A Tarot Pac reading is coming soon by the way my cherries! Stay tuned! 💃💝

[xetlynn]

arcane imagines- viktor/jayce

caught in the mix

[arcane] [main page]

🔞⚠️CONTENT WARNING⚠️🔞: SMUTTTTTT SMUT

Prompt: Viktor and you think you have an hour until Jayce shows to work on a project… turns out you were wrong.

Contains: oral m!and f! Receiving, double penetrating, riding, overstimulation, crack smut, Idk.

“He said he’ll be here in an hour, he’s caught up with something.” Viktor speaks up from your shared bedroom as you’re taking a bite of an apple, walking in from the kitchen. “An hour, you say.” You wiggle your eyebrows causing him to scoff out a laugh. 

“Such a perv.” He tosses his phone on the bed, standing up to stretch out his torso. “Only for you.” You swallow the food in your mouth. “I’m going to take a shower… if you want to join me.” He winks your way as he walks past you to the bathroom. You take one last bite of the fruit before throwing it in the trash. Eagerly following after your boyfriend. 

You sit on the counter beside the sink as you watch Viktor start the water then begin to undress. Your mouth salivating at the sight you could never grow tired of. “Love, you’re drooling.” He motions to your face and you scrunch your nose with a smile. “I can’t help it, you make me feel such lewd things.” You defend yourself, leaning back against the mirror. “I guess I can’t be too hard on you. I’d be lying if I said you didn’t do the same to me.” His naked form makes its way over to you and you spread your legs so he can stand between them. 

“Really?” You place your arms over his shoulders. “Mhm, let’s get in the shower and I can show you the things I think of.” He pats the outside of your thigh and you squeal excitedly. He reopens the class see-through door, stepping inside. You hurriedly take your clothes off, almost tripping over your own pants. 

He laughs as you are rushing to join him, slamming the door behind you once you’re inside. “You’re so impatient, dove.” He sighs and you shrug your shoulders, pulling him into a kiss as water beats down on the both of you. 

What the two of you failed to realize was that the message Jayce sent was a mistake, he reinstated that he was wrong and he was actually on his way now. A five minute drive away. 

The two of you carelessly making out, hands roaming over one another as if this isn’t the umpteenth time doing this with one another. Your hand palming his painfully hard member, he whimpers into your mouth. His fingers dance down to your core, dipping in and out of you teasingly. 

“I know-” you pull back from him, letting out a small pant. “I know you said you wanted to show me, but I need to suck your dick.” You inform him boldly, slightly catching him off guard. “Need to?” He looks down at you. “Mhm, an urge, an urge I can’t subdue any longer.” You dramatically say, crouching down before planting down on your knees. 

“By all means, take it like it’s yours, hun.” He feels the water dripping down from his hair, staring down at his partner stroking his length. You eye it, admiring what’s yours. “I plan to.” You hum, your tongue flattening around the red, precum dripping tip before slowly inching it into your mouth. 

Viktor lets out a low groan, grabbing a fistful of your hair as your head begins to bob. He leans on his left leg as you swallow his cock down your throat. Your nose touching his pelvis. “F-uck, love.” He stammers. 

You moan from hearing his voice, a hand going up to fondle his balls. Knowing it was something he enjoyed. He gasps, letting out a whine. Your eyes gaze up at him, having to blink repeatedly from the drizzle of the shower hitting off of him and onto you. 

“So pre-pretty like this.” He caresses your face as you slurp and guzzle around his dick. Sounding so messy for him. 

He was loud, something you enjoyed. Something you’ve repeatedly told him to be. Vocal and a whiny mess just for you. To encourage you and let you know you’re making him feel good. 

Only this time it’s heavily against the both of you as your mutual best friend walks into your apartment, unlocking it with the key you had given him a few months back. Your bathroom door wide open and allows Jayce to hear every single noise the two of you are making. 

He didn’t notice it at first, placing his stuff down on the kitchen counter, taking one of your apples from the fruit bowl. As he takes the first bite the noises finally hit his ears. Viktor moaning out your name. “Fucking hell, [Name]. Tongue is ‘s good~” He huffs. Jayce’s eyes widened in shock. 

He drops the apple, going to pick his stuff back up and leave the apartment so he doesn’t have to hear this. Unfortunately he trips over said apple. Dropping his very heavy briefcase that held all the information for your three’s work assignment. “Shit!” He mutters, picking it up. 

He was too late to leave before you were covered in your towel running out with a baseball bat, water dripping on the ground. You go to swing, “Who the hell!?” You automatically drop your stance when seeing your best friend. “Oh, hey Jayce.” You laugh, leaning the bat down. Going over and giving him a hug. Still soaked from the shower. 

“Thought you said you were caught up in something?’ You ask so nonchalantly as if you weren’t just giving the best head ever to your boyfriend in the other room. His face was beat red, even through his dark tan you could tell he was extremely flustered. He can’t even stutter out an answer. “You okay?” You cross your arms. 

“Love, you’re still in your towel.” Viktor comes out of the bathroom wearing only boxers and sweatpants. Using his cane to walk into the scene. You purse out your lips, looking down at yourself then back to Jayce. 

“Never seen a naked woman or something?” You raise a brow and he squeezes his eyes shut, begging that this was a dream or some made up thing in his mind. “Don’t tease him.” Viktor chuckles, looking his best friend up and down. “He heard us.” He simply says, picking up the apple from the ground, throwing it into the trash. “I-I was trying to leave! I didn’t know that’s what-” Jayce panics, trying to explain himself. 

“Eh, we had the door open. Wasn’t your fault.” Viktor shrugs his shoulders acting as if Jayce hearing the two of you wasn’t something incredibly inappropriate. “Even with the door open Vik here would still be sounding through the room.” You tease, standing on your tiptoes and kissing him. 

“Guys, please.” Jayce meeps out with an embarrassed look. You smirk over to him. “What? Us having sex turns you on or something?” You inquire, stepping over to him, your wet feet papping against the hardwood floors. “[Name]!” He steps back, shocked by what you just said. 

“You aren’t denying~” You sing, poking his chest right as you look down and then flicker back up to his face. Doing it a few more times with a smug expression adorning your face. “Your cock’s sure saying so.” You laugh, he covers himself with his briefcase. 

“[Name], leave him be.” Viktor attempts to hide his amused smile, crossing his arms over his naked chest. You pout. “Okay, okay. Sorry, Jayce! Let me go get dressed.” You excuse yourself from the room. Jayce lets out a sigh of relief once you’re gone. You were too bold and confident for your own good. 

“Sorry, you know how she is.” Viktor rubs the back of his neck, Jayce only nods his head. Still covering himself. “You okay, over there?” Viktor asks in a worried tone. “Yeah, oh yeah I’m fine. Just seemed like I was about to be pounced on.” He awkwardly laughs. “Mm, she probably would’ve.” Viktor lets out a small breath. Sitting down at the counter stool. 

Jayce furrows his brows, confused. “She would’ve? Are you two on some weird break?” He questions the guy in front of him. “Hah! No, we’ve been talking about… threesomes. If you’re up for it I’m sure it’d happen in a split second.” Viktor explains, Jayce chokes on his own spit. His best friend was just so casual… about him joining a threesome. 

“This is an awkward topic, Jayce. I’m sorry to bring it up so… broadly.” The accented man apologizes. “No, no, it’s okay. I guess I asked.” Jayce shrugs his shoulders. 

“I’m back!” You sprint over to the boys wearing a simple sweater and shorts. Loungewear for a boring thing you’re about to do. “Ready to get started on this stupid assignment?” You not-so-enthusiastically say, plopping down on the stool beside Viktor. “Sure.” Viktor hums, “let’s get to it!” Jayce accidentally says a little bit too loudly. Causing the two of you to wince. “Sorry, just excited about this project.” He murmurs, opening the case to all the informational papers. 

He passes out the packets he had printed for the both of you. You boredly skim through it. Viktor thoroughly read it. As Jayce wasn’t even looking down at it, his eyes burning into the both of you. 

Repeating what Viktor had said to him just moments before. A threesome? With the both of you? His coworkers he’d grown so close to? His best friends? 

It’s not to say he hadn’t thought about something like that before. Because trust, he most certainly has. 

He bit his bottom lip, and you glance up. Right as you do he changes his posture. “Reading” the packet at a different angle. You knit your eyebrows together, giving him a look before going back to your own packet. Leaning your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder as you do so. 

“This is soo boring!” You dramatically slam the packet down on the counter. Startling the two boys in the room. “I want to get to the fun stuff.” You groan, leaning over your lover’s body, your hand palming his face. Shaking it around. He just boredly lets you do so. 

“Fun stuff?” Jayce asks. “Yeah, the experimental part of the project.” You wink, laughing as his ears grow red. “You’re so fun to mess with!” You shrill, sitting back up on your own seat. “You’re oddly jumpy today too, us having sex really bother you that much?” You cock your head to the side, curious. “N-no, not at all. It’s a human thing!” He shakes his head vigorously. 

“Then why are you acting like we scare you?” You frown, “I’ll knock off the teasing. I promise I didn’t mean to be too much!” You assure him, giving an apologetic smile. “Ugh, no [Name], you’re not too much. I just- I don’t know!” He exclaims, punctuating a little more with gesticulation. 

“We can take a second from the project if you need to collect yourself.” Viktor offers, worried that he had caused a short-circuit to go off in his best friend’s brain by what he told him earlier. “No, no! I’m fine! I promise.” Jayce swears. “Then what’s up, J?” Your eyes were filled with concern. 

“I want to have the threesome.” He spits out now the two of you were left thunderstruck at his words. Your jaw slacks open, slowly turning into a smirk. “For real?” You rasp out, looking back at Viktor who was still a little bewildered. “Yeah- I mean, if it’s still okay? I don’t know. You guys put me in the spot before.” His voice trails off. “But now after the ten minutes of thinking time you’re sure you want to have sex with us?” Viktor queries, teasing him. 

“I mean it’s sex! What really is there to think about?” Jayce juts out his bottom lip for the judgement he just received. “A lot.” Both you and Viktor say in unison. “Our friendship is something to take into account. A threesome isn’t a permanent thing. This is temporary and to still manage a friendship afterwards could be difficult if all three parties aren’t positive that this won’t mess anything up.” Viktor explains, you nod your head in agreement to his words. 

“We’ve talked about this, the two of us know how we feel. How do you feel, Jayce?” You question him. 

“To be honest, I’ve thought about hooking up with you guys before. A drunken thought. Then a sober one. It passes, I’m not going to lie. And honestly I’m perfectly fine with it. Just a hookup. I don’t want a relationship and to be quite frank I couldn’t be in a polygamous thing.” He admits bluntly, the anxiety of it all releases from all three of your shoulders after his assurement. 

“That’s good to hear!” You snicker. “We’re all three on the same page then?” You point to the two at the same time. The both of them nod their heads. “Okay, gonna fuck me right here in this kitchen or are we gonna go to the bedroom? Spice it up and all three fit in the shower?” You joke and Viktor rolls his eyes. “I didn’t really get to shampoo my hair so if you pick the shower I will not complain.” You put your hands up. 

“[Name].” Viktor starts. “Sorry.” You chuckle. “Living room it is!” You stand up, heading to the comfortable space, Viktor watches you flop down on the couch, getting comfortable. “Is she always this… vulgar before you have sex?” Jayce asks, Viktor gets up as well, pressing his lips together. “Yeah, pretty much.” He nods. 

“I didn’t put on panties so do what you will with that information.” You smirk, trying to do a sexy pose as you laid on the sofa. Viktor snorts as Jayce covers his mouth. “You’re such an idiot.” Viktor sits down beside you. “Mm, you love me for it.” You peck his jaw, getting up to your knees. 

“Come sit, Jayce.” You pat the spot beside you. “Wanna kiss you.” You confess, he fidgets with his hands but does as you say. You gently grab onto his collar. “You’re okay with this right?” You triple check with the guy who seems like he’s going to explode from nervousness. “Yes.” He nods, letting out a shaky breath as you lean in. “Good.” 

Your lips land on his, you press onto him and his hand falls to your hip. Indicating that you can touch him more. In your head at least that’s what it indicates.

Viktor observes from the sidelines, licking his lips. Your hand goes behind you and you grab onto your boyfriend. Wanting him to join. He meekly got on his left knee, his right was off of the couch. Disengaged the kiss you boop Jayce’s nose, leaning back into your boyfriend’s chest. “He’s a good kisser. Your turn!” You look at him, almost hanging your head upside down. Viktor’s eyes meet with Jayce. 

“You okay with that?” More consent questions. Jayce was beginning to feel annoyed by it. He wanted whatever you guys were willing to do. Why couldn’t you guys get that!? “Yes.” He aggressively answers. “Woah, little eager there.” You joke with a loud laugh. “Sorry, just please. I want whatever we’re going to do.” He promises. 

“Okay boy kisser, get to it.” You pull him into a chaste kiss yourself before allowing the two to do it as well. Sandwiched in between the two, their heads leaning in and now you get to watch. They meet over your shoulder and you get the gift to grope the both of them as they sloppily make out with one another. Sneaking your hand under Jayce’s shirt, feeling his unflexed muscles. Your cold skin against his makes him groan into your boyfriend’s muzzle. Viktor uses this to prod his tongue in between the boy’s lips. Your arousal was growing with each noise they mustered out. Voices turned you on, what can you say? 

Well, boys whimpering did. You loved a man in distress. 

“Alright, alright, I’m getting jealous.” You pull them apart. “I want you both butt booty naked and kneeling before me.” You take off your shirt, Jayce gives you a look and you give one back. “I said what I said.” You roll your eyes as he goes straight to your bare chest. “Just kidding, I do want you to undress though.” You press your pointer fingers together, pretending to act shy. “Ew, that cringed me out.” You wave your hands out in disgust with yourself. 

The two laugh at you, Jayce doing as told though, throwing his shirt off with ease. Having to stand up to unbuckle his pants. You turn to Viktor who was slipping his sweatpants off but leaving his boxers. 

“Awe, the one’s I gifted you for your birthday!” You coo, your face was littered over the boxers, a little comment bubble pointed toward the crotch that said: “I fuck this dick every noight!” 

“Only ones cleaned.” He mumbles. Partially lying. They were the first ones he spotted when he thought the house was under attack. Not wanting to confront the robber wearing only a towel like you. “Sure.” You kiss him roughly. You get up from your spot and peel your shorts off, not wearing panties like you said. “Man, two dicks. All to myself.” Your tongue drags over your teeth. Jayce does what Viktor did, leaving only his boxers on. 

“Sit down, I need to plan what I’m going to do.” You faintly push the bigger man beside your boyfriend. You stand over them, naked, leaving nothing to the imagination. Jayce’s cock was throbbing against the tight fabric. Chambering him. 

Viktor was just as hard, needing to feel some sort of friction before he goes crazy. 

You then suddenly climb onto Jayce’s lap, kissing him before he can even process what’s happening. His hands on either side of him. You press your heated core against his member, grinding against him like a bitch in heat. Viktor helps out, directing his hands to your ass. “Squeeze it, she likes it.” He encourages, Jayce listens and you moan, pressing down harder on his cock. 

Earning a groan from him as well. Your tongues battle for domination. Surprisingly you lose, Jayce exploring the inside of your mouth as you were humping onto him. Viktor had pulled his boxers down, his dick springing out and slapping against his lower stomach. Dribbling spit onto his tip to use it as lube. 

Jayce’s eye peeks open, seeing it happen. His dick twitches against you. Closing the eye once again, smacking your ass and drawing you closer. You let out a small yelp, not expecting it from him. Jayce was going to retreat to apologize but you don’t let him. Almost to motivate him to do it again. 

Your wetness soaks the clothing over his girthy genitals. 

As you pull back, a string of saliva holds onto both of your lips and you grin at the nasty sight. You then look at your boyfriend. “You feel left out?” You pout, pulling him into a kiss. “Mhm…” He pumps his dick into his fist and you relish the vulnerable look he wears. “Sorry baby.” You muster against his lips. 

“Want to eat me out while I suck his pretty cock, hm?” You ask, still planted onto Jayce’s muscle, meaty lap. “Of course.” He nods his head for you, his eyes dark with lust. He was a munch for you. He loved making you cum over and over again all over his face. 

Now there you were, back arched, choking on Jayce’s girth master of a dick. Viktor behind you, slurping up all your juices that your pussy gifts upon him. Eating you out like a starved man. His swollen thumb teasing your muscled ring right above or normally below your pussy. 

Your hands gripped onto Jayce’s thighs as your head bobbed up and down on him. Attempting to take him all the way down each time. Jayce watched both of you, how you were so focused on his pleasure and Viktor seemed like he was doing it out of his own. Hearing Viktor whine and mewling into your sopping cunt. 

Your nails pressing into Jayce every now and then when you begin to gag on his length. “You’re ‘s good at this, ‘s good!” Jayce praises you, his hand going to your hair, moving it out of the way for you. Your eyes meet with his. You smile, now your attention grasping at his angry leaking tip. Hollowing out your cheeks as you suck it. His mouth gapes, his hips rutting up to where you have to shove him back down. “F-fuck!” He cries out, you were insanely good at this. Your tongue swirled and swiped at the mushroom top. One of your hands now squeezes his base, twisting and turning up and down. 

“H-holy shit! ‘M gonna… slow down!” He yowls, it was intense. Out of nowhere. 

Viktor breathes on your pussy as he stops to watch what technique you were doing to your shared friend. He hums at it. Good one. He goes back to your core, ambushing your clit. 

His lips latched and locked with your folds and your legs were starting to shake. Even he had to hump himself into the edge of the couch. Hearing everything going on in the room. He had to relieve himself somehow. 

You push your ass back on your boyfriend’s face. His nose is deliberately in your hole as his tongue works on your nub. Your free hand spreads your ass cheek allowing a different feeling to erupt in your stomach.

Your mouth paused for a quick second before continuing. “Gonna cum, pretty.” He grunts, struggling to keep his pelvis in place knowing he was just going to get knocked back down on the cushion. You let out a small noise, encouraging him to let go. His breathing was ragged and out of order. His chest heaving up and down. 

Ropes of the velvety white liquid shooting in your mouth, you fully sheath the cock inside, hitting the back of your throat so you’d have no choice but swallow what was given to you. He felt his tip being gulped down as well with the motion of your throat. He puffed out, his muscles getting to relax now. 

“Goood boy…” You grin up at him, letting his soft flaccid dick fall against his skin. His head laid on the arm of the sofa, closing his eyes. It wasn’t for long though as he lifts himself back up to watch Viktor going to town on your pussy. His hands holding onto your thighs. Your face hiding into the cushion as you let out little, “hah’s” and “fuck’s” sneaking his name in there as well. 

Jayce’s dick was already starting to grow hard once again. 

“Vik ‘most there, pleeeaasee.” You sob, clawing at the fabric underneath you. Viktor’s tongue repeatedly licking at your clit, his bottom lip hitting it as well each time he closed his mouth before re-opening, keeping this motion. His nose also causes gratification for you. Your muscles tremble, stomach tightening and recoiling as your first orgasm of the day hits you. “A-amazing, f-fuuuck! ‘Love you ‘s much, vikkie.” You hiccup, toes curling and your thighs accidentally squeezing close as your pussy squirts, sputtering out juices all into Viktor’s mouth. Swallowing it all gone. Even licking you clean afterwards. 

He finally shrinks back, sitting on his left calf with half-lidded eyes and messed up hair. His mouth coaxed with you all over. You lay there for a moment, taking a breather. You gather your energy, sitting up on your knees. “That was- so hot!” You clap your hands happily. Jayce nods his head in agreement. “Your mouth is really intense, [Name].” He holds his dick in his hand like it was a gentle being. 

You snicker, giving yourself a pat on the back at the compliment. “Thank you, I practice everyday.” You then wink over to your boyfriend whose face flushes. “Now, I need to give my baby some attention.” You crawl over to said boyfriend. Pushing him to lay fully on the couch. “Gonna fuck you, soooo good.” You tell him as you straddle his hips.

You grab hold of his leaky cock, it was covered in precum making your hand all sticky. You lowered yourself onto him, your wall fluttering over his inches. “Sooo good!” Your eyes roll into the back of your head. You could never grow tired of his dick. So perfect for your cunt. 

Your hands go to the top of his chest as you fuck yourself on him. Bouncing up and down, one foot planted on the ground as the other is on the couch. Your knee bent near your chest. You had a shorter sofa so it worked beautifully. Your boobs jiggle in front of his face, his lips perfectly latching onto one. 

You hover over his face, watching him suck on your nipple like milk was actually able to come out. You grinned down at him only to ruin his fun by sitting back up, bringing your leg back up on the couch, both knees bent and you held onto them as you widen your stance. Rolling your hips back and forth. 

For a moment you truly forgot Jayce was behind you, watching you fuck yourself on your boyfriend like a slut. “Hah- you’ll get your ch-chance soon, promise~” You look back at him after hearing him grumble something under his breath. 

You keep your position for as long as you possibly could but the straining in your thigh muscles were starting to bother you. You fall to your knees, well adjust yourself. Still keeping Viktor’s dick deep inside you. He pushes himself into a sitting position, you pant against his chest. Holding onto him. “Sorry, one second.” You tell him, perking your ass out a little bit, trying to make yourself more comfortable. 

Jayce was getting impatient now. Having to be a bystander to all the fun the two of you were doing. Without warning he spreads your ass cheeks, you snap back at him. “Huh?” Your eyes were wide. “I need to fuck you.” He admits, no shame though. His dick spurting out precum. Twitching at you as you stared down at it. 

“Okay.” You say, lifting yourself off of Viktor who starts to whine but you shush him. “I have an idea.” You whisper, turning around, sinking back down on your boyfriend's length. You sit down on Viktor, leaning fully back against his chest. “Are you comfortable like this?” You quietly ask him to which he nods, grabbing at your thighs as he understands what you’re doing. 

Your ankles now in the air, and one of your hands traveled down to your pussy, spreading your lips, showcasing everything. “C’mon then.” You smack your own cunt, your fingers brushing against Viktor’s base. He flinches at the touch. Jayce ogles at your already full hole. Wondering how this was going to work. How he was going to fit with Viktor. Instead of taking too long he presses his tip at the top of your hole right on top of his buddy’s dick steadily, painfully slowly pushing himself in. You grit your teeth together, feeling the stretch.  

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck…” You mutter, grabbing onto your boyfriend’s wrists that held your legs up. “Are you okay?” He stops himself mid-way. “Keep going.” You bleat. 

As he’s fully inside you make both of them stay very still. “So full! Holy shit!” You squeal, gawking down at your magical pussy that encased two rather plump cocks. “I’m going to cum if you move at all.” You stare up at Jayce with worried eyes. “Are you sure this is okay?” It was his turn to ask for consent and you nod your head. “I’ll be fine, I just need to adapt.” You huff, leaning your head back for a moment. 

“Okay-” And right at the word Jayce was pumping himself in and out of you. It wasn’t what you were going to say but at this point you weren’t going to stop him as you shrill out, clinging onto Viktor. Viktor’s face hides in your shoulder at the feeling of Jayce’s cock rubbing against his own. “Fuck, so tight.” Jayce grumbles, pistoning in and out of you. 

You let out nonsense babbles, wanting to cry at the sheer pleasure you feel. It was nothing like you’ve ever felt. “Doin so so so good, love.” Viktor tells you, kissing your sweaty skin. Looking over you to watch Jayce’s thrusts. 

Jayce’s mouth wide open as he’s relentless fucking you. 

“How does it feel?” Viktor asks and you shake your head. “I- d-d- Fuck!” You tremble, not able to speak. Your pussy squirts juices onto their dicks, making a mess all over them. 

Jayce only keeps focus on his dick rummaging into you like a meekly little fuck doll. Viktor’s veins add extra fulfillment for him. His brain was mush as all he focused on was getting the three of you to cum. 

“Need you to cum, both of you!” He grunts, pulling you into a kiss before retreating and doing the same to Viktor. Both sloppy and careless. “Almost there!” Viktor whines in response. “Mhm~ m-me… shhhii-” You babbled, not making any sense but they both understood. Jayce’s thumb goes to your clit, the palm of his hand holding onto your lower stomach. Rubbing your nub vigorously, instantly sending you over. Your cunt gushes, outflowing clear fluid drastically. Your pussy pulsating and screaming at the pleasure it’s receiving. You sob, tears streaming down your face as Jayce is still unyielding away from you. 

Sending shock waves through you as your legs shudder and tremble. Viktor crashes next, his thick semen entering you in such a deep manner as it was tucked right against your walls. His tip pushing onto your gummy mushy spot. 

Jayce didn’t stop, his hips ferocious and neverending as he raced to his own high. Overstimulating the both of you. 

His thrusts were finally growing sloppy and slow, his pants were hefty and loud. Full of whines and low grunts all the same time. Finishing inside you, all three of your cum mixing with one another. He easily slips out, your pussy cries at the sudden emptiness, now only having Viktor. 

All your fluids trickled over his cock, pooling onto his pelvis. Jayce was mesmerized. 

The two of you were completely fucked out. Holding onto one another. You lay your legs down slowly but stayed on Viktor. “Jayce… you’re one hell of a- fuck.” You heave out, clutching your chest. “Sorry, I kinda got ahead of myself.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. 

“Kinda?” Viktor deadpans. 

“I’m sorry!” He pouts. 

“It’s fine, it was so worth it.” You give a lopsided grin, tiredly staring up at the ceiling. 

Jayce helps you off of Viktor, all the juices flowing down your thighs leaving you to feel utterly dirty. “Let’s get you two cleaned up.” He announces, heading to your guy's shower and starting it. You glance back to your boyfriend who was covering his eyes with his forearm. “I can’t walk.” You tell him, your legs shaking as you stand there. He snorts at you, sitting up. Letting your guys’ cum spill onto the couch. It was a good thing you had covers on it. 

You were definitely going to have to deep clean it. Maybe get new covers. 

Jayce comes back, watching the both of you wobble like newborn giraffes. “Maybe I did go a little too hard.” He frowns, picking you up bridal style. “Stay here Vik, I’ll be back.” He promises your boyfriend who was too exhausted to not listen.

[doompost]

cw fem reader, mentions of men being disgusting + harassing reader

The silence is tense, but Megumi can’t find it in himself to look away from you despite you very obviously avoiding his gaze. He bites back a wince when you slowly dab at the wound on his shoulder with gauze and saline, and you don’t miss it. Instead of apologizing like usual, you press your lips together and continue on cleaning the wound. He holds his breath, unsure from anticipation or nervousness. He exhales and lowers his eyes, “Can you just get it over with?”

“I’m trying, Fushiguro,” Damnit. You’re calling him Fushiguro. “But I need to clean it properly and that takes a minute. Chill.”

“I wasn’t talking about that,” he mutters, shoulders tensing even further. “You… Telling me off for being stupid and dumb.” It’s supposed to make you smile, even if he partly knew you wouldn’t, and recount to the many times he’s told you that stupid and dumb mean the same thing after you’d use the words on him during an argument.

Your lips don’t twitch, not even a little bit. You press harder into the wound and he gasps slightly, wincing before you throw the gauze into the trash. You grab the salve you learned from Shoko and place it generously on the largest wound and then on the other smaller ones. Your silence only makes him more nervous.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, bowing his head and staring down at the floor.

“For what?” You sigh, finally placing a bandage over the wound. “For waking me up in the middle of the night? Getting hurt? Or for lying to me?”

Megumi grimaces, “… All of it,” his voice is reluctant, never liking to admit his faults— but you always had a way of, well, basically pulling his head out of his ass.

“Did you even think about this?” You huff, throwing the trash away and packing your first aid kit up. “Like, the consequences— did you really think Gojo wouldn’t notice you weren’t here? I cannot believe you even had the audacity to sneak off— especially to go fight those guys!” You grit your teeth, shaking your head as you turn from him to place the kit back under the bathroom sink.

“If you think I’m bad, you should see them,” he murmurs. Your neck practically snaps to turn and glare at him. “It’s true… they’re way worse off than I am. Pretty sure some of them had to go to the hospital.”

You press your lips together, closing your eyes in frustration, “Megumi, that’s not the point! You shouldn’t have even gone at all.”

“They were assholes, and they got what they deserved,” Megumi insists, even if he knows he shouldn’t continue arguing with you.

“I can’t believe I’m arguing with you about those dickheads,” you mutter to yourself, bringing a hand to your forehead. “Megumi, there were three of them and one of you—“

“Yet I’m the least injured out of all of us,” he says, looking you in the eye this time. “I wasn’t even technically lying, either. I was at the 7-Eleven, and they showed up right when I was about to leave,” he nods his head towards the 7-Eleven bag. “They recognized me first, and started talking crap again.” He doesn’t want to tell you the specifics about it— what they were really saying: Man, if I were you, I’d be all up on my girl all the time— whether she liked it or not and You gotta share her, bro, she must be hard to handle. Plus a few other vulgar comments they managed to get out before he hit the first one.

You stare at him for a moment before biting down on your bottom lip, face crumpling, “Oh. I— I’m sorry Megumi, I just thought— I shouldn’t have assumed. I thought you went after them for earlier.”

Megumi shrugs, regretting it a second later and wincing at the sharp pain in his shoulder, “If I knew who they were, I would have, so you weren’t too off. It was more of just my lucky day,” the corner of his lips twitch up slightly.

You roll your eyes, brushing the hair out of your face and crossing your arms. “I’m still mad you got hurt.”

“Me too,” his head tilts, raising his hand for you to put it in his. You do, and he pulls you closer. You’re now standing in between his legs, his free hand lightly resting on your hip. “I hate whenever you get hurt.”

“I was talking about you,” your brows furrow at him, confused on how the topic changed.

“You were upset about earlier,” he says, “Their little comments? I know you heard them,” his face softens, “It’s why you wanted to race me to the school, you wanted to get away from them as fast as possible. I noticed. I didn’t do anything then because I knew it wouldn’t have helped you.”

You don’t respond, staring at him with glossy eyes and parted lips. He lets you think for a moment, just continuing to stare into your eyes with earnestness. You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you flush against him, still sitting on the toilet seat. “You didn’t h-have to,” your voice trembles, no matter how much you try to stop it. “I would’ve forgotten about it.”

Megumi scoffs lightly, voice just as hushed as yours, “And what kind of boyfriend would I have been to let them talk about you like that?” He pulls back slightly to look you in the eyes. A tear escapes and he brushes it away with his thumb, saying your name softly, “Nobody gets to talk about you like that. Not if I have anything to do with it, OK?”

The look in his eyes makes your heart stutter in your chest, blinking back another wave of tears. Goddamn menstrual cycle. “OK,” you murmur, going back in to cover your face in his neck. “I don’t want you getting hurt for me, though.”

“I can handle a couple of bruises and scrapes,” he smiles to himself, putting his chin on your shoulder. The warmth and comfort of your body relaxes him, letting out a soundless sigh as he closes his eyes. He loves you. He would do anything for you, from going to 7-Eleven at midnight to get medicine and snacks to dying at the hand of a curse. Hopefully it wouldn’t go that far but if it meant you were OK, then he would do it. One of your hands go to his hair, slowly running your fingers through it the way he loves. He sinks further into your hold, pressing a kiss to your neck and making you shiver.

He doesn’t say I love you, the two of you haven’t gotten that far yet— but he already knows he does. It scares him, if he’s being honest. He’s only known genuine love from his sister, and she’s the only one he’s loved fiercely enough— and look where she was now. The knowledge that he trusts you enough to let his guard down, to let you see him for him and then you still want to stay? He feels like he doesn’t deserve you at all, but you still want him— so he’s going to take all that he can get. Until he messes up, but he’s trying his hardest for it to never happen.

You don’t need him to say those three little words, for all his actions do is show you that he does. You get him in a way no one else does, knowing exactly what he needs and wants with just a look at his face. You push him hard enough to make a change, to not be so pessimistic and try new things with you, Yuuji, and Nobara, but you don’t push him away, either. It’s the perfect mix of bringing him out of his comfort zone while not pushing him too much. You just seem to get it. Get him.

Megumi briefly thinks about telling you, anyway. But the fear of you not being able to honestly say it back gets stuck in his throat, and he can’t deny the way his heart pounds faster at the thought. So he’ll wait for the right moment— or perhaps when he can’t take it any longer. He has a feeling it won’t be too much longer, anyway.

[kikiheehee]

juno ᢉ𐭩

synopsis : idol!niki x pregnant!reader | the deal was simple: wait at least 1 year after marriage to start having kids so ni-ki could be fully engaged with your pregnancy without the stress of schedules holding him back. however, things don’t always go as planned.

!warnings!: angst, fluff, pregnancy(obv), anxiety, mentions of dysfunctional family wc: 2.4k

you and ni-ki got married a little over 2 months ago, october 21st to be exact, and ever since, they’ve both been the happiest pair alive. knowing that (almost) every morning they can wake up beside each other and know how that’s going to be the norm for the rest of their lives makes them more than overjoyed. they were the perfect couple really. they had the same hobbies, interests, music taste, and even the same “controversial” opinions.

except for when the right time was to have a baby.

you’ve wanted to be a mother since you were a little girl. motherhood had been everything to you and you always wanted to love, care, and coddle for a little one and raise them to be successful in life. you probably could’ve had a baby by now, but you refused to be part of the “baby mama” epidemic and have the chance of your child having an absent father because he “wasn’t ready” for a kid, so you spent years waiting for the right person to come along. and that you did. along with a baby, another dream of yours is to have a happy, nondysfunctional family, something you didn’t get to experience when you were younger. in all honesty you were expecting a honeymoon baby, but ni-ki had other plans.

ni-ki shared the same thoughts of wanting to be a father, just on a less grand scale. he wanted to wait till they were married for at least a year. he’s only 26, not to mention still an active idol. while a baby would be nice, he finds himself being the best father when he actually has time for a baby, and that’s just not the case at the moment unfortunately. he wants to fulfill his wife’s wishes more than anything, but now isn’t the time.

you have cried about this to yourself multiple times, trying to convince yourself that a year isn’t that long, but after waiting so long a year feels like an eternity. nevertheless, you respected his wishes and faithfully took your birth control at 12:00pm every day to avoid any “happy accidents.”

but something’s been off lately. ever since ni-ki’s birthday 3 weeks ago you’ve felt sick every morning, have had no energy, and your sense of smell has heightened tremendously. all symptoms of…pregnancy?

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you stared at the developing tests on your bathroom countertop while ni-ki was at an event.

“it’s literally gonna be negative. i take my birth control everyday at the same exact time. i’m probably just sick,” you tried to convince yourself.

after what seemed like forever, all three of your tests were done. you flipped the first one over, pregnant. second one? pregnant. final one, pregnant. you stared in disbelief. excitement and worry filled your head but surprisingly, the worry overcame the excitement. hesitantly, you grabbed your phone and took a picture of the 3 tests. just as you were going to send them to your husband, you decided against it. telling him in person would be better right…? you continued to throw one away in the trash can and pile tissue on top of it, and hid the other 2 somewhere in the guest room neither of you use let alone go in.

after crying for close to 20 minutes you received a text from ni-ki stating that he was on the way back home. so instead of letting the guilt eat you from the inside out, you decided to make dinner since it was already so late in the day. maybe telling him the news over food would lessen how mad he would be?

———————————————————————————————

ni-ki walked into the kitchen to see 2 plates of dinner on either side of the table and you washing your hands. he sat his stuff down gently and snuck his arms around your waist.

“i’m home baby. dinner looks delicious,” he whispered in your ear.

he couldn’t help but notice how tense you were once he touched you, which was completely out of the ordinary.

“hey,” you replied quietly while drying your hands.

ni-ki turned you around to face him, concern written on his face. “is everything alright?”

you perked up upon seeing his expression, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his chin. “yes everything is perfectly fine my love! let’s go eat i’m starving.”

ni-ki was still curious about the sudden change in behavior, but he decided to leave it alone as you ate.

“so, how was work?” you asked before taking a bite of tofu fried rice.

“fine, nothing new. just practicing for the upcoming album and tour. but i’m excited for this new album, crazy to think it’ll be the last one for a while,” ni-ki responded.

“i’m excited too. i always love hearing the new music you guys come out with. i think i’m even more excited though for you to finally catch a break. you always work so hard, you deserve every ounce of rest.”

ni-ki smiled at your words, you always knew how to make him feel appreciated. “thanks hon, plus, i’ll get to spend more time with you. and i can finally give you the little girl you’ve always wanted. just a little while longer. but anyways, how was your day?”

your stomach turned. you weren’t sure if it was because the food you made was making you nauseous or because of what your husband just said, most likely both.

“oh! my day! my day was cool. you know, same old same old. wake up, brush my teeth, send you off to work, make breakfast, go work out, take a nap, nothing crazy nothing crazy.”

ni-ki tilted his head, “really? normally you have some sort of highlight to give me. you didn’t find a new fun fact on some random subject you think i should know?”

‘if being pregnant was a fun fact and the random subject was our marriage then yes,’ you thought, playing with the corn and peas left over on your plate.

you took a deep breath, here goes nothing.

“well i did find out something… i’m—”

looking into his eyes made you stop in your tracks. you can’t do it yet. not after what he just told you.

“i’m going to the dentist tomorrow! i completely forgot about the appointment i made until i looked at my email. silly me.”

ni-ki didn’t seem convinced at first, looking at you with narrow eyes, about to protest before his phone started ringing.

“this is my mom. hold that thought,” he said, standing up and walking toward the hallway to take the call.

you released the breath you didn’t know you were holding and ran your hands over your face.

“this is going to be way harder than i thought.”

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ni-ki wasn’t stupid. ever since you started getting morning sickness he knew you were pregnant. he was frustrated, but in no way was he mad or angry. ultimately, it was his fault anyway. at first he thought you also didn’t know, until he found the discarded test when he was taking out the trash. that was 2 weeks ago. he waited patiently for you to tell him, but for some reason, you have yet to spill it. he couldn’t even understand why you were hiding it in the first place.

you jolted up from your peaceful sleep because you felt sick again. as far as you knew he still thought you had a “stomach bug,” which technically isn’t a total lie, but it definitely isn’t the full truth. ni-ki stirred next to you, his hand instinctively landing on your thigh. “are you okay?” he asked with his eyes still closed.

“yeah i just—i’ll be right back.” and with that you walked out of your room and ran down the stairs, ending up in the bathroom where you then emptied whatever was in your stomach from dinner earlier that night. after you flushed the toilet and rinsed your mouth out, all you had the energy for was to sit on the floor and hug your knees. you felt awful, whether it was because of your hormones, morning sickness, or the impending guilt from keeping such a big secret from your lover. chances are it was a mix of all three. either way, a knot started to form in your throat till tears eventually started to flow from your eyes. in a way, you felt so…helpless. it was strange, but the fact that you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell ni-ki was eating you alive every second. you were around 4 weeks now at this point. your first month out of nine was basically over and the baby’s dad still doesn’t know (to your knowledge). you were going to have to tell him eventually, but the fear that he would get angry and mad at you was overwhelming. your main concern is that he would accuse you of not taking your pills on purpose just so you could “trap him” with a baby. that couldn’t be further from the truth.

drowning in your own thoughts and tears, you didn’t even notice ni-ki come into the bathroom. he knelt beside you, rubbing small circles into your back.

“hey, it’s okay. i’m here,” he said calmly, almost in a whisper. hearing his voice couldn’t even soothe you right now, bad thoughts currently overflowing your mind.

you lifted your head, facing ni-ki’s eyes before quickly looking down. his heart broke at the sight, especially because he knew what this was about.

“what’s bothering you love? are you still sick?” he wiped your tears with his thumbs, planting a small kiss on your nose in the process.

you sniffled, still refusing to look in his eyes, “something like that,” you responded in such a quiet voice he almost didn’t hear you.

“hey, look at me.” he told you, his tone slightly changing to be more firm, yet still in that comforting cadence you needed. “you can tell me.”

except you literally couldn’t. every time you’ve tried to tell him before you couldn’t get past the “i’m” part of “i’m pregnant.” you felt bad. so bad. he’s your husband, the man you’re going to spend the rest of your life with. you were bound to have kids anyway, so what’s the harm in getting a head start? but at the same time, what if a head start is exactly what could be the demise of this partnership?

you looked into his eyes, full of worry and fear. “i can’t.”

you could feel the tears starting to build back up, but before they could even spill, ni-ki spoke again.

“yes you can love. whatever it is, i won’t get mad.” he gave you a small smile of support.

“you promise?” you asked one last time, ready to get this conversation over with, no matter the outcome.

“promise,” he said, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead.

you took a deep breath, collecting yourself and squeezing your eyes shut. “i’m pregnant.”

ni-ki hugged you immediately, cradling your head as you cried on his shoulder once more. hearing you cry almost made him start crying, but he pulled himself together quickly. he just let you cry until you couldn’t anymore.

“i’m sorry,” you choked out, your sobs returning to little sniffles and hiccups.

ni-ki rested his forehead on yours. “there’s absolutely nothing to be sorry about my love. nothing. okay? things happen, and i don’t think you did anything deceptive to influence this. don’t worry about it alright? it was my fault anyway. i got carried away.”

you locked eyes with your husband, feeling a heavy weight lift off your shoulder. not only did you finally tell him, but he also wasn’t mean about it either. even through all of your overthinking, you knew he wouldn’t be—he wasn’t that type of guy. ni-ki lives by “everything happens for a reason” and this was certainly no exception. he smiled at you, not breaking eye contact for a second while he was softly stroking your hair.

you returned the smile, “thanks for not yelling at me.”

“honey i could never. i would never. how could you even think that?”

“because, you made yourself clear. no baby till you had more time, and i just, thought you would be mad.”

ni-ki held your cheek and gave you a gentle peck on the lips, “i get it. but to be honest baby, i already knew.”

your eyes widened, “what do you mean you knew?”

ni-ki sighed, “i found the test in the trash 2 weeks ago. i just wanted you to be able to tell me yourself. i’ve just been patiently waiting.”

you felt bad once again, he’s been waiting for 2 whole weeks and you just didn’t say anything.

“i’m—”

“don’t be sorry. seriously. i understand it’s a big step in our relationship and you were genuinely worried. let me take that worry away from you. my love, i never want you to be afraid of telling me something so serious because i might get mad. i don’t want you to fear me, i want you to trust me. in our 5 years of being together, i have never raised my voice at you, i don’t plan on ever doing so. always come to me when you need anything. i mean it. you’re my wife now, and i wouldn’t change that for the world. i’m aware that this was an unexpected skip in our journey, but know that i will be here every step of the way, even when i’m not physically with you. disrupt me at work, make me wake up at 4 in the morning to get you ice cream, do whatever, and i truly mean whatever, to make this pregnancy go as smooth as possible. you both will always be my first priority, no matter what i’m doing, okay?”

he hugged you once more and whispered in your ear, “i love you more than anything my darling, and i’m beyond grateful to be your forever companion. our baby is so blessed to have a mother like you.”

you kissed his neck, “i love you so much more kiki. i’m so lucky you chose me. a life without you is one i wouldn’t dare be a part of.”

in one swift motion, ni-ki picked you up to put you on the bathroom counter and kissed your lips—not a kiss of hunger or lust, but a kiss of pure love and adoration for each other that secured the fact that

everything will be just fine

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[hughes-your-daddy]

your patient

paring: quinn hughes x fem reader

summary: quinn refuses the attention of the medical training staff and insists he has his own wife treat him

warning: blood, swearing, injury

sitting at your station sorting through some patient files, about to finish your load for the night when one of the student nurses comes knocking.

“dr. hughes, there’s someone asking for you in bay 5.” she smiles before heading off.

furrowing your brows you head out, adjusting your scrubs before turning into the bag seeing the back of a familiar head.

“elias?” you asks before hes moving out the way to reveal a bashed up quinn, holding some gauze to his face.

“oh my god, what the hell happened?” you ask moving around to gently pull away the gauze, seeing a blunt cut across his left eye area and a slice across his right cheek.

“got hit in the face with a puck then faceplates into someone’s skate.” elias says simply, taking a seat across the bed.

“why aren’t you stitched up.” you asks even though your eyes drift to elias.

“he refused to be checked by anyone but you.” elia smirks looking down at his phone.

“quinn.” you scold moving across the room to grab some tools.

“just wanted a professional to see me.” he mumbles, holding the gauze back to his face while you grab your stuff, before you shoot him a look.

“they are professionals, some of the best actually.” your glare, rolling over to the bed on your stool.

“pull your hand away.” you say, taking the gauze out of quinn’s hand, tossing it in the trash before moving to clean it with some anti bacterial.

“you need to be more careful.” you mumble, gently patting at the open wounds on his face. you quickly make work of cleaning and prepping the wounds for stitches, going to have to put quite a few in each one.

“ok, gonna be a little bit of a sting.” you warn, hand coming up to put the first stitch in, quinn pulling in a short breath, hand coming to grasp your thigh with the pain.

“keep breathing for me honey.” you say gently without loosing concentration, hearing a him take a deep breath before you continue.

it takes around an hour before finally finishing the sutures on his face.

“alright, your all done,” you smile, gently patting his good cheek.

“i’m gonna prescribe him some antibiotics to stop any infection,” you start, tossing your blue gloves in the bin. “i’ll grab my keys and you can get him to my car,” you smile at elias before quickly heading to the staff room, grabbing your keys from your locker.

you pass them to elias, “thanks petey,” before turning to quinn, “i won’t be long ok, just make sure your stuff is in my car yeh?” you ask, already seeing his face start to puff up. he nods with a slug it frown before elias helps him out to the car lot.

you quickly go and pack your bags, throwing a hoodie over your scrub top before grabbing the prescription for quinn, making your way out of the hospital and signing out for the night.

you make your way over to your car seeing quinn’s head rest against the window of the passengers seat from the inside. you chuck your bag into the back before getting into the drivers seat.

“ready to go home hun?” you asks, seeing a small smile make his way across his face, hand finding your thigh again with a much less aggressive grip, before you pull out, driving home.

it doesn’t take too long considering the time of night before your pulling into the driveway of your shared home. the two of your get out, quinn unlocking the front door straight away deciding just too leave both of yours bags in the car for tonight.

yous kick your shoes before quinn heads for the stairs, stopping when he realises your not following but heading into the kitchen.

“you not coming to bed?” he asks, a small pout almost forming on his lips.

“gotta make us some food quinn, i doubt you e had anything since lunch?” you ask seeing a slight blush creep onto his face, a she knows he’s been caught out.

“ok.” he nods, about to move back to follow you before you stop him.

“no, go rest and take your pill. i’ll bring something up for you.” you say, stern but gentle, passing over the box of pills for him to take upstairs with him.

he gives a small nod before heading upstairs whilst you move into the kitchen. you decide on just reheating some leftovers from last night, quickly serving up two plates before heading upstairs into your room, seeing quinn, already stripped of his clothes and laying in bed, scrolling netflix on the tv.

he looks over at your movement, quickly siting up sending you a smile when you pass over his plate, but wincing at the movement.

you place your own table on the night stand, quickly stripping of your own clothes, throwing one of quinn’s old t-shirts on before climbing into bed with your food.

yous decide on watching orange is the new black, you looking over every so often seeing quinn struggle to eat anything. you quickly finish yours losing your plate on your bed stand before turning to him, taking the plate from his grasp.

“baby, i can do it.” he sighs, giving in as you sees you hold up his fork for him to take the food off the end, manoeuvring it so he wouldn’t have to move his mouth as much.

“mmh, thank you.” he smiles, as much as he can, being able to actually eat something rather than struggling, “i love you, you know.” he says, a small blush creeping up your ears

“in sickness and in health huh?” you giggle, wiggling your ring finger, holding your wedding ring.

“really grateful that your a doctor.” he smirks slightly, you gently pushing his shoulder.

“oh shut up,” you giggle, seeing the light come back to his eyes for the first time that night.

“but seriously, i really appreciate everything you do, can’t put into words how much I love you.” he nods, moving to have his arm around your shoulders as you cuddle into his side, still being able to feed him.

“i love you too.”

[confused-squishy]

Protective Boyfriend

DP x DC

Jason Todd x Danny Fenton and a smidgeof Dick Grayson x Jazz Fenton

Danny was absolutely ready for this day to be over with. Mr. Lancer had given them a pop quiz in English class, and gym class had not been too kind to him. Stupid Dash with his accurate aiming skills. Even with his extensive healing abilities, Danny swears the bruises from the dogeball "tournament" was going to take a while to heal.

All Danny wanted to do was go home and finish packing for his and Jazz's upcoming week in Gotham. They were going to stay with their boyfriends while Jazz and Danny tour Gotham University. Jazz was leaving the community college here in Illinois and transferring to Gotham University. Since Danny graduates next month, he wanted to check out Gotham University and their Areospace program.

They'd been planning this trip for almost a year. It did hurt knowing his friends didn't want to go to GU, but he knew they picked their colleges for specific reasons. At least he thinks so he isn't so sure of anything anymore. He's been so busy studying for finales and the entry test for GU that he hasn't really hung out with Sam or Tucker in a while.

Danny sighed again and ran a hand through his shoulder-length hair. It's usually in a small ponytail, but he woke up late this morning and didn't have time to actually put it up. As he arrived at his locker, he ignored the writing and drawings on his locker. Opening it and throwing out the trash and "letters" left for him. Before putting in his books and grabbing a new number padlock before shutting his locker and locking it.

"Hey Fen-turd!"

Danny groaned loudly and tried leaving before he was thrown against the neighboring locker. Danny grunted as the unneeded air was knocked out of his lungs and glared heavily at Dash. Even after Amity found out he was Phantom, his popularity didn't rise. Tha A-listers were only nice to him when he was in his Phantom form, which was really annoying.

"I heard you, and that sweet sister of yours was leaving Amity tomorrow. Any reason why? Are you going to visit that so-called "boyfriend" of yours? HA! Don't make me laugh. Nobody believes you actually got with someone. We all know you made him up cause you're just lonely."

Dash laughed again, and so did the remaining students in the hallway. Danny's hands curled into fists so tightly his knuckles had turned white. Everyone was so caught up in the scene that they hadn't noticed the new visitor coming down the hallway. They only realized when the so-called visitor punched Dash so hard in the face that he practically flew halfway down the hallway. Everyone stared in complete shock as they stared at the new arrival.

Clad in his typical leather jacket, ripped jeans, and favorite shades was Jason Todd-Wayne. Jason sneered at the frozen form on the floor. Before turning to Danny and raising his shades and with a smile, that was so soft directed directly at him.

"Hey baby. I know you and Jazz aren't meant to come to Gotham until tomorrow but Dickie got a little impatient. So we decided to come and get you guys today. Come on. My bikes out front."

Jason wrapped his arm around Danny's waist and then pressed a soft kiss to Danny's temple. He turned glaring at the A-Listers that had finally decided to help Dash up. He narrowed his eyes at the group.

"These the assholes you were talking bout?"

Danny snorted and nodded. Leaning into Jason's side and practically melted when Jason tightened tightened his hold. Pulling him impossibly closer. Jason clicked his tongue as his eyes scanned each person. Before settling on Dash with a darker look.

"So that's the one who takes out Jazz's rejection on you? HA! Pathetic. Beating up the younger brother that's been saving your ass just because the older sister keeps rejecting him. Real fucking mature. Anyways, let's go, babe. We can have B set up your finals early so you and Jazz can settle in Gotham better before starting at GU."

Danny laughed as Jason led him towards the entrance. Not noticing the slacked jaws of everyone present. Only focusing on one another. As they made their way outside, Danny noticed Sam and Tucker laughing at everyone's reaction to his boyfriend and couldn't help the relaxing more into Jason's hold.

"Alright Dickie had Jazz finish your packing of necessities. I can just buy you whatever else you need. B and Alfie have been practically counting down the days you guys were coming back to Gotham. Your parents are already on their way to Gotham, too. Apparently, their store had been mysteriously finished early. No idea why."

Danny laughed loudly at the smirk Jason was giving him. Danny playfully smacked Jason's arm before getting on the parked bike with a wide grin. Jason played off the hit as if Danny had caused him bodily harm before settling on the front of the bike. His core purring in delight as Danny wrapped his arm tightly around his waist and nuzzled into his back. Jason snorted before handing Danny his personalized helmet before putting on his own then started his bike and kicking off the stand.

"Let's ride."

[celestiamour]

ft. roderick heffley x f! reader — diary of a wimpy kid

╰₊✧ the alcohol made you do it, maybe the feelings too┊0.7k words

contains: smut!! dom reader & sub roderick┊slight dubcon due to intoxication, reader is a popular mean girl, roderick is whipped & whiny, unprotected piv, more plot than porn sorry

➤ author's note: how did roderick not have any maidens in the movies

“oh my god, could you be any fucking louder?!” you hissed. you couldn’t believe you were doing this, hooking up with a loser like roderick heffley. what would your friends think if they ever found out? they would probably exile you and tell everyone in the school, you’d never hear the end of it unless you moved to a different country or something.

“can help it,” he slurred, planting his face in between the valley of your breasts, “you’re so pretty…” everything about this altercation felt like a dream, so hammered that he couldn’t even think straight and in bed with one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen in his entire life. he wishes that he didn’t drink so much to remember this moment and treasure it, but he also knows that this wouldn’t have happened in the first place if he was any less buzzed.

all you could do was roll your eyes, but at least he was more quiet now that his moans were being muffled by your tits. the music blaring through the walls was loud, yet still not loud enough to drown out how noisy he was. this wasn’t something you typically did, but you were wasted and liked the way he looked at you, so here you were in his bed with his throbbing cock buried deep inside of you. 

“i can’t believe i’m doing this,” you sighed, rolling your hips into his and hearing him choke on a moan. “this is all your fault for throwing such a boring ass party.” his little brother and his friend managed to renew some of the fun, but they ended up falling asleep before midnight and the rest of the party was carried on by drunken antics. 

“‘m sorry…”

you let out a sound in exasperation at the pang of pity his apology left in your heart, gritting your teeth and closing your eyes for a moment so that you didn’t need to look at how pathetic he was. “it’s fine…” despite how cruelly you treated him at times, he was pretty easy on the eyes and not that bad of a fuck even if he’s clearly more inexperienced than you.

it’s actually kinda cute, you have to admit, how he looks up at you like you’re a goddess and touches you like he’s never seen a woman before. it gave you a rush of confidence that you’d never felt before, but in the end, he was just a hookup and this was the product of drinking too much. you don’t even get the satisfaction of “taming” the bad boy because he’s just some wannabe drummer of a shitty band whose music would make a deaf person beg for them to stop playing, one who chases skirts like a lost puppy and is known for being a flirt so terrible that not even the most desperate girls would be put off by his attempts of being cool.

and yet you’re still here on top of him, his hands digging into your thighs before you grab one of them by the wrist and direct them to rub at your clit, throwing him a bone by praising him for following your directions so obediently and feeling his cock twitch inside of you at your words. you could argue that it was the alcohol all you wanted, and maybe you have to thank it for initiating this contact, but you know deep down that it would have happened sooner or later whether or not you want to admit the infatuation growing over the past few years. you always acted as if you hated him when you truly hated his charm that shines through when he passionately plays his trash songs and his dopey smile every time you so much as looked his way.

you’ll think about all that later when you aren’t chasing your own orgasm and suffering from a banging headache. who knows, perhaps you’ll be able to coax a confession out of him and chalk it up to your friends as a pity date, they’ll believe it and probably encourage you to trick him into falling in love with you before breaking his heart. after all, you two are from completely different worlds, but you’ll make it work somehow.

[rotary-supercollider]

Average leverage episode

Victim: please mr. Leverage. They bought my orphanage and they’re going to sell all the orphans I need you to stop them

Nate “Leverage” Leverage: I think we can get you some… leverage

Sophie: I’m going to start a bullshit argument now

Nate: please dont

Sophie: it’s going to last the whole episode

Nate: 🙄women (laughtrack)

Hardison: alright this is our mark Mr. Monopoly. He owns 16 weapons companies and took in 100000 billion million dollars last year. He just got into the orphan business and on the weekends he plays puppy golf.

Parker: whats puppy golf

Hardison: it’s like golf but you use puppies

Elliot: I’ve seen it. (snifffs deeply) not fun

Hardison: this guys ruthless. we’re going to be exploiting his one weakness. He really likes having a lot of money

Sophie: how?

Nate: we go steal an abstract concept

*they steal an abstract concept*

The mark: hello. I was impressed by your ownership of an abstract concept

Sophie: we’ll give you 50 trillion dollars for the orphanage

Mark: Zamn!!!

Sophie: 😏 we got him

*1 day later*

Sophie: here’s the 50 trillion dollars (holds up briefcase full of crimes)

The mark: I don’t want your money any more. I have a new plan. I’m goijng to dress all the orphans in hot dog costumes and start a theme park

Sophie: 😦

Elliot: we’re blown

Nate: Sophie throw the briefcase 💼 in the lake

Mark: whoa!! Thats wet money

Sophie: I can give you 5000 more orphans. Meet me at this unmarked warehouse in 6 hours

Mark: awooga

Hardison: Nate do you have a plan?

Nate: not yet

*Fade to black*

Nate: alright the marks on his way. Hardison what’s your 20

Hardison: I need at least 30 minutes to finish this Lego Taj Mahal

Nate: ok I’ll stall

Nate (playing bit character): I cooka da pizza!! Ohhhh (drops full pan of sauce on the marks head instantly killing him) mamma Mia (walks into the sea)

Parker: guys we have a problem

*6 Bad Men materialize out of thin air*

Elliot: 😒I got this 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊🤛🤜🤛🤜✊🩼✊🦶🦵✊🤛🚪🦶✊🦵🤌✊🦶👊🦵✊✊👊🎷👊👊👊

*the Bad Men disintegrate*

Elliot: shit hes here (dives into a trash can)

*the mark reaches the building. There are orphans waving at him from the windows*

Mark: ok I’m here to take the orphans

The police: SIR YOURE COMING WITH US

Mark: what?? This is a completely legal orphan deal

Police: theres no orphans here

*police man grabs an orphan. Hes flat. Flashback to Hardison setting up 5000 cardboard orphan cutouts*

Mark: but what are you arresting me for??

Police man: sir you filled all of city hall with gravy

*flashback to Nate filling city hall with gravy while wearing a T-shirt that says “Im bad businessman”*

Mark: you can’t do this to me!!

Police: (arrests him)

Nate: heh. You could say he got... Leveraged

Parker: i have autism

Everyone: oh my god Parker shut up

[hhoneylemon]

“i have so much to tell you”

mark grayson x gn!reader

summary: mark’s just gotten his powers and is excited to test them out. while flying in the middle of the night, he remembers someone who would enjoy this just as much as him.

based on this post by @wordsofwhimsy

mark stands in the kitchen of burger mart, smiling to himself as he flips burgers on the little grill.

his shift was mostly uneventful, giving him time to think. he’d have to finish his english work when he got home. speaking of english—why did he have homework again? the assignment was so short.

his nose scrunches as he tries to remember, though it doesn’t take him long. you had made a joke about one of the characters in the book you were reading in class, causing the both of you to become sidetracked for the rest of the period. you’d read five pages in the entire class period and managed to answer one of the comprehension questions before mark made some corny joke that made you laugh.

oh, that laugh of yours. mark smiled to himself, setting the spatula to the side. he even lets out a dreamy sigh that has his coworker side eye him from the drive thru window.

mark stands up straighter at that, focusing on flipping patties once more. he decides he never wants to look that coworker in the eye again. he’s pretty sure that girl is in his calculus class, too.

a few minutes later, the manager appears in the back room to survey how mark and his coworkers are doing. the man lets out a grunt as he notices the dwindling of customers. it’s getting late, the sky already black and dotted with stars.

“grayson. take the trash to the dumpsters.”

“yes sir.”

mark gathers the trash, collecting the bags and tying the tops off to carry them easier. he resorts to dragging them, remembering the time his coworker—a poor starter named kyle who quit that next night—tried carrying them to the dumpsters and the bags burst on him.

he groans as he throws open the dumpster lid, huffing as it closes and he has to reopen it. he slings one bag inside, grunting as he swings it over the lip of the dumpster. he then reaches for the second bag, throwing this one with much less care. it goes flying into the night sky, far higher, faster, and farther than should be possible.

mark adjusts his burger mart hat, grinning to himself.

“it’s about time.”

( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

after dinner with his parents and a shower to wash away the grease of his job, mark lies in his bed. he’s trying to fall asleep, but it’s rather hard after night that he’s had.

he’s been waiting his whole life to become like his dad. with the promise of being trained the next day, he wants to fall asleep as quickly as possible to be able to get those lessons. alas, his brain simply won’t let him rest. he rolls over multiple times, sheds his sleep shirt, lies still for a few minutes. nothing.

rolling onto his side, mark grabs his phone from his bedside table. he checks the time. 12:16.

he sighs and sits up, legs tangled with his bedsheets. he can’t take this any longer. he spends a few seconds untangling himself from the sheets before making his way to the window. he climbs out and stands on the roof, marching his way to the ledge.

he looks down at his yard, then to the sky. a slow, shaky breath escapes him. if he’s like his dad, he can fly. all of his powers would develop at the same time, right? even if he can’t fly, maybe he’s invulnerable and it won’t even hurt if he falls into his backyard.

he paces between his window and the ledge a few times before sighing and making his decision. oh well, right?

mark walks back to his window once more before turning and sprinting to the ledge. his eyes squeeze shut as his feet no longer touch down on a safe surface and—nothing. he slowly opens his eyes.

he’s floating.

he grins, whooping hysterically as he shoots into the sky. he’s so glad that he didn’t kill himself, or break a bone at the best. that’s not even the best, honestly, how humiliating. he can imagine going to school with a broken arm, everyone asking what happened. ‘oh yeah, i jumped off my roof!’ he’d sound like a psychopath.

mark flies shakily, almost falling a few times. he keeps changing his stance, trying to find something truly comfortable. nothing sticks out just yet. just as he considers flying through chicago, a thought strikes him.

do you know who would enjoy this? do you know who should get to experience this with him?

he flies a few miles, the wind mussing up his hair and biting at his cheeks. he’s laughing to himself as he spins midair, regretting it almost immediately when he catches a mouthful of air, drying out his mouth. he frowns the rest of his way to his destination, terrified of more mouth assaulting his mouth. it’s bad enough the wind is stinging his eyes and making it harder for him to see where he’s going.

he finally arrives at where he was trying to go. he stops midair outside of a house, lowering himself to find the correct window. he raps his knuckles against the glass, fighting away a smile.

moments later, you’re there, opening the curtains. your eyebrows furrow when you see him, even mouthing something in confusion. you unlock the window and slide it open, leaning out just enough to look at him face to face.

“mark? it’s after midnight, what are you doing here?”

you don’t get a response. instead, you get hands grasping at your underarms and pulling you through the window. next thing you know, wind is screaming past your ears as mark zips into the sky with you in his arms.

once he deems the two of you at a height great enough, he floats himself into a sitting position. he settles you on top of him, your legs bracketing his torso as he wraps his arms around your waist to keep you tight and safe against him. it’s technically not ‘safe’ since he has such little flying experience, but it’s more safe than if he kept carrying you by the underarms. 

laughter bubbles out of you as mark flies the two of you around like that, staying above the skyscrapers of chicago to keep the two of you out of harm. the sound escaping you causes mark’s heart rate to increase in speed, his eyes widening slightly.

he realizes he could do this forever. you above him and in his arms while he flies around to his hearts content. those pretty brown eyes observe you, the moon illuminating all of the complimenting features of your body and making it seem like you’re glowing.

technically, this isn’t right. what if there was a plane and the two of you got hit before he could move? what if some villain shows up and thinks you’re heroes and tries to kill the both of you? what if he nesses up and drops you?

when you pull back to look up him, flashing that beautiful smile, he decides he doesn’t care about the dangers. he could live in the moment forever and he’d be content. as long as it’s you by his side, he’ll make all of the wrong decisions without looking back.

his brain shuts off when your eyes twinkle under the moonlight, crinkling up at the sides as a breathy laugh escapes you. he had dropped a few feet without realizing, the feeling of your stomach dropping making you laugh. without thinking, he leans in and captures your lips in his. one arm stays steady around your waist, the other loosening so that his hand can trail up your spine and cup the back of your neck.

when you kiss back, mark feels every burden he’s ever had lift off of his shoulders. he’s lighter than a feather. he’s lighter than air, even.

this is it, he decides. this is where he can die. in your arms, kissing underneath a million stars. scratch that, how could he die? he can’t do that to you. he’ll find a way to become immortal so that he can do this as many times as there are stars in the sky.

you pull away, catching your breath. mark grins, leaning his forehead against yours. you smile, though there’s obvious confusion in your gaze.

“how?”

you gesture to the sky. that’s fair. he couldn’t imagine what it was like on your end, all of the confusion and awe. he just offers a breathy laugh that’s filled with admiration, his eyes twinkling as his fingers play with the hair at the nape of your neck.

“i have so much to tell you.”

i love writing mark fluff <3 he’s just such a little loser. there are a few thoughts about him i wanna write but i struggle with a little, yknow? i think he has his own kind of confidence, i tried incorporating that into this but 🤷 i hope you percept it. this was 1.4k words :)

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