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Ain't Right part 2
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: It's the holiday season and Joel is a Scrooge.
Warnings: 18+ SMUT MDNI, age gap (56/20), swearing, p in v, unprotected sex, size kink, oral sex (m!receiving), SQUIRT, creampie, threats of violence, alcohol
Celia's note: uhm hello??? what the flip thank y'all sm for all the love on my first post!! I got so many requests to make a part 2 so dinner's ready y'all dig in!!!!
Read the first part! > part 1
Jackson looked so pretty this time of year. The Christmas lights, the snowmen, the comfy sweaters and chocolate chip cookies; you loved it all.
Especially gift-giving.
To you, there was really nothing better than seeing someone's face light up when they open a present.
This year, there was someone special you planned to go all out for.
It had been 3 days since Joel Miller fucked you in his house, on his bed.
You hadn't stopped replaying the moment in your mind, especially the part when he finished all over your stomach.
However, it just so happens that after those amazing thirty minutes, Joel was called away by Tommy.
He had to leave and do something that you weren't allowed to know about. Undoubtedly some dangerous mission that pained you to think about.
So your victory was short-lived.
But, like the gentleman he was, he walked you home and made sure you were okay before he left. You wanted to kiss him goodbye, but felt too nervous to do so.
You don't know whyâhe literally had his cock in you a few moments prior.
Yet you couldn't, and just had to watch him walk away.
Now, you haven't seen him in three days and were starting to get serious withdrawals. Whatever he was up to couldn't have come at a worse time.
You finally had the taste of his perfection, now he was gone, leaving you to deal with your desire alone.
You tried to preoccupy yourself with helping set up all the Christmas decorations around town as well as baking an absurd amount of treats.
You also managed to get him a little gift in the meantime, stuffing it in the cutest box with the prettiest wrapping paper.
God, you hoped he'd come back soon.
And luckily, he did!
You had heard from Maria that everyone had returned from their tripâsafe and sound.
She had also told you that she was throwing a little Christmas get-together at her and Tommy's house to celebrate.
She was careful to mention that Joel would be in attendance.
So, that night, you whipped up your signature cinnamon apple recipe and put on your cutest outfit.
You topped it with some fuzzy reindeer antlers because you were in a very festive mood.
As you walked alone to Maria and Tommy's, you were freezing your ass off in your skirt and sweater. You wore tights with your skirt in hopes that it would help with the cold, but who were you kidding?
You didn't care, though. You just cared if Joel thought you looked pretty or not.
You pranced up the steps of their porch, letting yourself into the house and getting immediately bombarded by the hoard of people inside.
Maria made it seem like it was going to be a small thing, but the entire Jackson population seemed to be in her living room.
Thankfully, Tommy catches you come in and walks up to greet you. "Hey there stranger," He grins, looking down at the dish in your hands. "What you got there?"
"Brought desert," You chirp, handing it to him with a proud smile.
"Well well," He muses as he takes the glass container from you, looking it over with surprise. "Didn't think you could tie your own shoes, let alone bake anything."
You roll your eyes before scoffing. "You're just mad because I can tie my shoes and bake something before you can conjure a coherent thought."
Tommy fakes a wince before chuckling. "Alright, touché kid. We're gonna be playing charades in a little bit so stick around, alright?"
You nod, having absolutely no intention of 'sticking around' for charades. Tommy wanders off with your apples, finally giving you a moment to survey the party.
Obviously, you were looking for one person in particular.
You squeezed through all the crowds of people, scouring what felt like every room in the house.
But no dice.
Joel was nowhere to be found and sadness washes over you like a tidal wave.
Was he doing this on purpose?
Torturing you by depriving you of his presence? This was hell.
You plant yourself by the special eggnog and down several glasses to take the edge off.
You were tipsy in no time, it really didn't take much. It was like Maria just dumped an entire bottle of vodka in the bowl and splashed some milk in it. It was disgusting, really, but it was getting its job done.
As you hunched yourself over the bowl, someone tapped you on your shoulder.
You spin around, your hopes high.
"Joel!âOh. Hi Connor." The disappointment you feel inside displays clearly in your tone.
You're now face to face with the boy who has been unsubtly trying to sleep with you for months.
"Hey there! You look fucking great tonight." He flirts, a smug grin on his face.
You grimace because you know he thinks he's so cool, even though you'd rather die than stand here with him right now.
"Thanks." You say flatly, turning back towards the eggnog and pouring yourself another glass. For some reason, Connor takes this as an invitation to step closer, now invading your space.
You don't even bother trying to hide your disgusted expression. His cologne is attacking your nostrils, and it doesn't even smell good.
"That skirt looks amazing on you." His eyes unabashedly drag along the skin of your legs, making you shiver in disgust. He takes it too far when his hand comes up to brush your arm.
"You come here with anyone?" He coos, leaning against the food table like he was hot shit or something.
You couldn't stand this douche. Just as you were about to tell him to fuck off or something, you feel someone looming over you.
"She did." A gruff voice comes from behind you, and you immediately recognize that it could only be one person.
You whip around, your face lighting up at the sight of Joel.
His expression is settled into a natural scowl, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed at the boy in front of you both. Even though he looked scary as shit, he was so fucking hot.
You're instantly horny just at the sight of him.
Connor scoffs, looking between the two of you, but your eyes stayed glued to Joel.
"Really? Him? But he's likeâan old man." Connor spits, which immediately earns a glare from you.
Just as you're about to cuss him out, Joel beats you to it.
"Walk away before this old man breaks your jaw." His voice is stern, not to be tested.
It makes your core tighten with need.
Hearing the threat that he assumes to be all too real, Connor doesn't waste time scurrying off.
You turn back towards Joel, a warm, relieved smile spreading across your face. âHi,â You whisper, wanting to hug him so bad but holding yourself back because he wasnât a big fan of PDA. âM'so glad you're back." You do, however, step closer into his personal bubble.
His face softens when he finally looks down at you, and you can almost swear you see his lips curling up into a smile.
"Yeah, me too, kid." He husks out, looking between you and the bowl of half-empty eggnog. "Enjoyin' yourself?" He asks with somewhat of a disappointed look on his face, clocking that you were a little tipsy.
"Now I am." You answer truthfully, beaming up at him. "Have you been here the whole time? I was looking for you earlier but I couldn't find you."
Joel shifted on his feet, sliding his hands in his pockets. "Just got here. Tommy was talkin' my ear off at the door." He explained, an exasperated look on his face.
You laughed and nodded, knowing you both shared that experience.
"Are you having a good time, though?" You ask, actually curious because he seemed like he would rather be anywhere else right now.
He shrugs, brushing a hand through his short hair. "This Christmas holiday crap is givin' me a fuckin' aneurysm." He huffs out with complete honestly, scratching the back of his neck.
"What? Really? Why?" The shock and bewilderment in your voice isn't lost on Joel.
He sighs out, knowing you're about to explain the magical spirit of the season or whatever.
"The blizzards, people spazzin' out over gifts, all 'cause some fat guy is coming down chimneysâs'all just ridiculous."
You want to giggle at how actually annoyed he sounded, but you hold it down.
Grouchy old man.
"I'd let you come down my chimney," you flirt, but then correct yourself. "I have let you come down myâ"
Joel shoots you a glare, daring you to finish your sentence.
You know when to cut your losses, so you don't.
"Well, speaking of gifts," You start, rummaging in your bag to pull out your present for him. You hold it up, the pink wrapping paper making him cock an eyebrow. "Merry Christmas, Scrooge."
Joel feels an unfamiliar feeling swimming around in his stomach at the sight.
He slowly takes the box from you, looking at it like it was a puzzle.
He really wasn't expecting anything from you. But he supposed people who have had the other persons genitals inside them should probably give them something for Christmas.
He finds himself very pleasantly surprised.
After a moment, he finds something to say.
"Couldn't find some manlier wrapping paper?" He coughs, his voice low but it's obvious he's joking with you.
You roll your eyes and scoff. "Just open it!"
Joel somewhat grins at your impatience but finally starts to open the box.
That grin drops off his face after he sees the contents, an immediate bittersweet feeling swelling in his chest.
You're watching his face so intently, so scared that he didn't like it based on his reaction.
Joel pulls out the watch from the box, clutching it tightly. He's not saying anything, so you hear yourself start to ramble.
"Do you like it? I just saw that the watch you wear is broken so I figured I'd get you a new one. If you don't like it I can take it back."
You're starting to crumble underneath the weight of his silence, anxiety bubbling in your gut. Just as you're about to ask him if he's okay, Joel finally looks back at you.
"S'real great. Thank you." His tone is genuine, you can tell he's telling the truth. But why does he look so pained?
"Of course." Your murmur, your eyes searching his. After a moment of silence, you clear your throat. "There's one more thing, actually."
Joel's shoulder slump. "You got me another present?" He asked tiredly, looking at you with disbelief.
A guilty smile paints your face before you gesture for Joel to follow you. "It's upstairs. C'mon."
He doesn't know how much more his heart could handle.
Reluctantly, he follows you up the stairs, wondering why you had a gift waiting for him in Tommy's guest bedroom.
You open the door and close it behind you both, purposefully not turning the lights on.
Joel walks into the center of the room, standing aimlessly and confused as to why you hadnât flipped the light switch yet.
But then he hears the rustling of clothes and when you eventually turn the lights on, you're wearing nothing but a bra and panties.
His cock immediately gets hard.
"What do ya think you're doin'?" He whisper yells, trying to keep his eyes on your face but that proves to be impossible because your tits looked so good in lace.
"What? You don't like it? I bought it for you." You give him a 360 and he has to brace himself against the bed.
Fuck you looked good.
He sits down on the mattress, dragging a hand down his jaw in thought.
He's debating if he's really about to fuck you in his brother's house.
Why were you always making him go against his morals?
A few seconds of silence pass between the two of you before Joel snaps his eyes back to your figure.
"C'mere."
Got 'em.
You squeal excitedly before running over, slotting yourself between his legs and placing your hands on his shoulders.
In turn, his large hands come out to hold your hips, his gaze zeroing in on your perfect-looking cleavage that he was now eye-level with.
Just as he was about to slide his hands up to grope your breasts, you sink down to the floor.
Joel's puzzled as he watches you get on your knees, looking up at him with those mischievous eyes. He truly has no clue what you're up to, that is, until you bring your lips to the bulge in his jeans.
You place the softest kiss on his clothed hard-on, earning a groan from him.
Now he knows what you're trying to do.
He juts his hand out, holding you firm by your shoulder.
"You ain't gotta do that, sweetheart." Joel says softly, probably the softest you've ever heard him say anything.
Your body erupts in goosebumps when you hear the endearing pet name slip so effortlessly from his lips.
"I want toâbeen wanting to since, like, forever." You murmur, nuzzling your cheek against his inner thigh.
Joel wasn't sure what to think right now.
His past romantic experiences taught him that blowjobs were a hassle for womenâsomething that they did only if they felt they had to.
But here you were, looking up at him with those wide eyes and wanting nothing more than his dick in your mouth.
You surprise him everyday.
His dick has literally never been harder, especially when you finally start unzipping his pants to let it spring free.
You gaze up at him again, waiting for his green light.
Joel had one hand white-knuckling the edge of the bed, while the other gently caressed the side of your head.
He offers a short nod of approval, already trying not to come just by the sight of his cock so close to your face.
You waste absolutely no time in grabbing the base of his dick with both hands, gingerly licking at his tip to warm him up.
Joel throws his head back, groaning at the feeling.
You tilt it up so you can drag your tongue all the way up his shaft, then bring your mouth down on his tip.
"Fuck," Joel curses, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment before snapping back open, not being able to look away from you.
Tears are falling from your eyes the farther you go down on him, the sensation of his head poking the back of your throat was making you dizzy.
But you don't stop. You're eager to please.
Your hands pump at the length you can't reach, while your warm mouth and tongue swirl around him.
You're too good at this, and Joel knows he's not gonna last long.
He can't help it when his hand in your hair turns into a fist, tightly gripping the strands like he was afraid you might go somewhere.
You moan when he accidentally pulls your hair forwards, forcing you deep on his cock. You bet he didn't even realize what he just did, based on the way his chest was heaving and his face looked so lost in pleasure.
You gag and more tears spill from your eyes, but you don't even dream about lifting off. If Joel was getting off on this, you were going to do more of it.
You moan, still keeping his cock in your mouth as you try to go even deeper down on it.
"Oh fuckâ" Joel suddenly yanks your mouth off his cock, breathing heavily as he stares down at you.
You cough and sputter at the loss, looking up at him with that same fucked out expression you had last time.
"Why?" You manage to whine, wondering why he stopped you before he came.
Joel doesn't answerâinstead he picks you up by your armpits and places you on the bed.
The quick change almost gives you whiplash, but Joel's surprisingly steady and husky voice guides you.
"On your stomach, pretty girl." He mutters as he taps your leg in a gesturing manner.
...Was he trying to kill you with that bedroom voice of his?
A whimper crawls its way out of your throat, your body having an audible reaction to his sweet words.
You flip over onto your stomach, instantly arching your back for him.
Being the impatient man he was, he rips your panties and throws them to the side in a lust-driven blur.
You literally didn't even care. Sure, they were new, but you'd just find another pair. The only two thoughts in your mind right now was Joel and Joel's dick.
Something warm and soft prods at your entrance before slipping to wedge between your folds, gathering up your slick.
You try to push back on it, but Joel holds you still, making you lose the rest of the small amount of composure you had left.
"Joelpleasefuckme," You sob, your cunt weeping for his cock. "need you so bad it hurts,"
You reach back, your hand finding his that was holding your hip and squeezing it.
Joel didn't want to admit to himself how much he loved the neediness in your voice, your obvious desperation made him harder.
"M'gettin' there, don't gotta beg me baby." He mutters, his hand that you grabbed intertwining with your fingers. His other hand was rubbing circles in the skin around your hips.
You feel that same sensation of his tip, but then Joel also brings his chest down to engulf your back.
You're already trembling, but when he begins to pepper kisses down the nape of your neck and back, all while slowly sheathing himself inside your pussy...
You effectively lose your mind.
"OhFUCKJoelloveitsomuch," You blabber, not having enough strength to hold yourself up anymore so your head drops into a pillow, muffling your moans.
Effortlessly, he pulls you back up so that your back is flush with his chest, his one arm wrapped around your stomach to keep you secure.
You rest the back of your head on his shoulder as she starts rocking into you, letting your body go limp because you know he's got you.
"Can you take it or do I need'a stop?" He asks, his tone making you dizzier.
You frantically nod, turning your head to the side to look at him. "I can take it, promise I can," you muster out between moans. "please don't stopâwant your cock in me forever-"
Joel chuckles.
God, he really never stood a chance against you.
"I don't know about forever sweet thing, but I'll see what I can do for tonight, yeah?"
You giggle airily, like you weren't all there, nodding your head in acknowledgement. Your eyes are closed for a second but you feel his lips on yours, hungrily taking whatever they wanted.
You passionately return his kiss, mewling into it because his lips paired with the slow thrust of his dick was enough to drive you crazy.
The stretch of his cock is as close to heaven as you're ever gonna get.
His speed picks up which means your moans get louder, and Joel has no choice put to bring his other hand up and cover your mouth.
There's still a party going on downstairs, after all.
"Gotta be quieter baby," he pants, even though he's not slowing down his speed at all.
You whine into his hand, surprisingly loving the feeling of it because it's like he's swallowing you whole.
You feel that tight coil in your stomach slowly start to come undone, and you know you won't last long now. You try to tell Joel, but his hand is muffling your noises.
All the sudden, he speaks in your earâhis voice low and raspy. "Don't want you doin' this with anyone else, hear me?"
...Well.
You weren't expecting that.
His words probably made you soak the sheets because of how wet you became.
He sounded so stern when he said it too, making your heart flutter even more.
You nod, tears pouring from your eyes. He lets his hand off your mouth for a moment and you immediately jump at the opportunity to speak.
"Only want you, only ever wanted you, Joelâm'all yours, always been yours," You mewl after gasping for air, your body jolting with each of his deep thrusts.
"Fuck," Joel swears, quickly but carefully putting you down only to flip you over onto your back. Now in missionary, he buries himself all the way inside you again before dropping down so your faces are centimeters apart. "All mine, huh?" Joel reiterates, and you can't tell if he's mocking you or maybe asking for clarification.
Probably the ladder.
You agree nonetheless, a string of yes's spilling from your mouth.
"Yeah, just for me." He pants, slamming into you with more vigor than before. Your cunt is constricting around him like a vice, he'sânot planning to last much longer either.
"M'gonna cum," you whine, wrapping your arms around his shoulders for support.
When Joel hears this, he drops a hand down to rub at your clit, making you come undone altogether.
"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck waitwait Joel-" You feel something..unique boiling, but then Joel's expert fingers release the flood gates.
You scream as you squirt all over his cock, your entire body writhing with the overstimulating pleasure.
Your juices soak him. When he see's this, he comes immediately.
He groans as he finishes inside you, unloading into your snug cunt. The feeling is incomparable for the both of you.
Once the haze of perfect pleasure dissipates, Joel realizes what he's just done.
"Shit," he grits, pulling out and watching his seed drip from your hole. "Fuck."
You manage to sit up on your elbows, looking up at him with teary eyes. "Don't worry," Your voice is quiet and crackedâyou just had the squirt fucked out of you, after all. "I've been on the pill since we had sex the first time."
Joel looks down at you, stupefied.
Eventually, he feels his heart start beating again and huffs out a sigh of relief. "Thank christ." He leans back against the headboard, raking a hand through his hair and thinking about how that was a fucking close one.
You're lying next to him, still trying to catch your breath. "That felt so good," You manage to murmur, your body still shivering from the after shocks.
After you catch your breath, you turn your head to look up at him. "M'serious about what I said, about bein' yours."
He looks at you and your serious face for a moment, then brings his hand down to gently ruffle the top of your head.
"Yeah, I know you are." His texan drawl prominent.
"I'd let you brand me with a fire poker if thats what you wanted." You say flatly, no joking tone in your voice whatsoever.
Joel is taken back by the sudden jump in intensity, assessing you to make sure you were being for real.
You were, and when he realizes this, he shakes his head. "You've lost your damn mind." He grunts, dragging a hand down his face.
You shrug.
"I think a ring would do the trick." Joel mutters, not meaning for it to have some kind of underlying message or anything. But you're quick to jump to conclusions.
"A ring?" You squeal, moving to lay on his chest which earns a huff from him. "Didn't know we were already goin' steady like that, Miller!" You tease, the giddiest smile on your face.
"I didn't meanâquit. You know what I was sayin'." Joel grunts, looking at you with an unamused expression.
You don't quit though.
"My ring finger is a size 6, would love 2 carats but if you can swing for 3 that would be perfectâalso, I hate silver bands, it has to be goldâbut make sure it's not that super yellow fake gold, I like more rustic looks, I mean, if that wasn't obvious-" You cast him a glance, alluding to the fact that he was rustic looking.
Joel rolls his eyes before gently nudging you off him, getting off the bed and walking over to your clothes that you discarded a long time ago.
You continue rambling from your position on the sheets, staring up at the ceiling as you recited, in extreme detail, how you loved oval shaped diamonds the most.
He walks back over and manhandles you to sit up. "Lift up your arms." He mutters, putting your sweater back on you.
"Hm, gettin' some serious deja vu right now." You murmur, smiling up at him.
"Yeah, yeah, hush." He grumbles before sliding your tights and skirt back on as well.
The act is so kind and heartwarming. You mumble a thank you before standing up, almost falling back down because your legs were still a bit weak.
Joel made a motion like he would've caught you, reaching his arms out. "Careful." He warns, planting a hand on your lower back for stability. You giggle and nod, regaining your ability to walk slowly but surely.
You guys tried to discretely walk back down the stairs, but with Joel's hand on your back and your happy expression--it wasn't hard for people to guess what happened.
***
A couple days had passed since Tommy and Maria's party.
You were finishing up some hand-made Christmas cards on your desk when you heard a knock at your door.
"Coming!" You shout, leisurely making your way to the front door.
When you open it, no one's there. You look around, only seeing a familiar male figure walking away in the distance. When you step outside to shout after him, you feel yourself kick something.
Upon looking down, a small velvet box lays at your feet.
You pick it up carefully, opening it to reveal a gold ring placed so delicately inside. The small note inside reads:
Merry Christmas. -Scrooge
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seungcheol đč planning dates. he will refuse to let you lift a finger for your day out. everything will be meticulously laid out, finetuned to be something that you'll enjoy. his goal is to lessen the mental load of decision-making and planning; he wants you to be able to focus solely on enjoying the surprise, and he'll break his back to make sure that happens.
jeonghan đč 'parallel play'. even if the two of you might not be interested in the same things, that's okay. he's happiest to spend quality time with you at home, where the two of you are free to do your own thing within eachother's presence. just being in your vicinity already makes him content, and so he plans everything around the two of you getting to explore and share your respective hobbies.
shua đč acts of service. need help with your taxes? need someone to fill up your tank? he's already on it. he'll say that these are all 'little things', call it the bare minimum, when it's apparent that he makes it a conscious effort to make your day-to-day easier. his brand of spoiling you comes in the form of quietly doing things that will improve your quality of life.
junhui đč buying clothes you'll like. he can't help it, really. when he sees an article of clothing that he thinks suits your style? when he finds a local brand that shares your advoacy? he's already pulling out his wallet. he likes the idea of dressing you up. nothing makes him happier than knowing you're wearing an outfit that he entirely picked out for you.
soonyoung đč daily reasons why he loves you. people always joke that he has a bit of a motormouth, so why shouldn't he use it on talking about you, you, you? he's big on words of affirmation, on making sure you never doubt how he feels for you. he'll point out the little and big things that make him adore you, and it's never the same reason twice.
wonwoo đč indulging your interests. he may not always understand these trendsâ blind boxes, must-have fashion pieces, et ceteraâ but he'll never make you feel bad about it. if there's anything that you want, he's already doing everything within his power to get it. his greatest joy is seeing your face light up once he's gotten you your 'priority' item; it's why he keeps doing it in the first place.
jihoon đč trying new things for you. there's a long list of things that jihoon never thought he'd do, but then he started dating you. time and time again, he willingly goes out of his comfort zone to accompany you on the little adventures and experiences that you ask to go on. he does these things scared, does them anxious, does them begrudgingly,â does them all for you.
seokmin đč meals he thinks you'll like. he's the type to have dozens of tabs open for homemade recipes dot com. he knows he's an amateur at this, but he's undeterred in trying. whether it's a trending pastry on tiktok or the comfort meal that your mother makes you, he's determined to learn it so you're always eating well.
mingyu đč getting-to-know card games. he gives as good as he takes, which means mingyu's way is to listen and remember. a night where the two of you can just have deep conversations with no interruptions is his ideal evening. he will know he succeeded if the two of you end up talking until the sun rises, feeling like the hours haven't passed at all.
minghao đč postcards from tour stops. he loves art and he loves you. his postcards are pocket-sized reminders of those facts, always packaged with a few choice words that are sweet and sincere. his trinkets are very "i-got-you-this-because-it-reminded-me-of-you" in nature, and you know each one was purchased with you at the front of mind.
seungkwan đč getting you your favorites. he figures he should put his industry connections to use somehow. he's always amused by how happy you get over a rare photocard, signed album, or concert tickets, and so he keeps it up. buying dozens of albums, contacting other labels, bearing the arduous ticketing. your excitement at the end of it makes it all worth it.
vernon đč producing songs. he hadn't really pegged himself as the making-music-for-the-sake-of-it type until he met you. now, he revels in getting to send you a track that's for your ears only. all the lyrics just seems to flow naturally when it's you inspiring him, and so he sends you works-in-progress with reminders that you're the only intended audience.
chan đč at-home massages. he's all too familiar with the aches of an ailing body, so he knows exactly how and where to work on you. he always does what he calls 'the works'â a good bath, scented candles, essential oils. he lets you take your time, and he takes his time with you in helping you unwind.
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Distracting Birb! Part 28
*throws this and runs* Masterpost
âSo what did you find out?â Tim asked as he spun around. He was at the computer, of course, and looked most of the way to villainy backlit by the large screens.
(Dick loved his little brother, but villainy really wouldnât be the most surprising outcome for Tim.)
âWhat makes you think we found anything?â Jason answered, just to be impertinent.
Tim rolled his eyes. âYou wouldnât have called us all down to the Cave if you didnât have anything.â
Jason scoffed. âYou underestimate how willing I am to waste your time.â
âBoys,â Cass said calmly, ending the growing argument with just that word.
âDuke still out on patrol?â Dick asked as a distraction.
Tim glanced over his shoulder and back at the screen. âOn his way back. Heâll be here in fifteenish.â
Best not to wait in case Danny woke, Dick decided. Theyâd be sure to fill him in. âOkay. Well, Danny was not lying, he has a lot of plants.â
âDick managed to turn on the watering system. Weâre all very proud of him,â Jason said flatly.
The siblings all golf clapped, which Dick took a dramatic bow to. âThank you, thank you. Otherwise a pretty normal apartment. Comfortable, a little nerdy, and not fussy.â
Jason nodded. âThereâs a heroânot sure if someone real or fictionalâthat we saw a few times. Someone called Phantom.â
Obliging, Dick sent the photo of the mug from the bathroom up onto one of the screens. Tim spun back to the computer and started searching.
âThere were also a lot of medication in his cabinet; vitamins and several prescriptions also. Some of them had weird labels.â
âDamn, Dick, you couldnât have gotten a clearer photo?â Tim asked as he squinted at the new set of images.
âAs much as I hate to defend Dick,â Jason said as he added photos of his own to the screen, âthat is a clear photo. Danny was writing in the same language along with English in a bedside notebook of his.â
âAre you in need of glasses, Drake?â Damian asked as he looked from the photos to Tim with a judgmental brow raised.
Tim flicked him off, which Dick considered telling Tim off for (Damian had enough bad habits), but was actually curious about this. âNo. The text looks glitched out.â
âNo,â Damian said slowly and with a scowl, âit is clear. Odd, but clear.â
âCass?â Dick asked.
She moved a step closer to the television, head tilted. There was a long, quiet moment before she lifted her hand a gave a so-so motion.
Tim looked from her, to Damian, to the screens. ââŠDick?â
âSo thatâs the thing, it looks wrong to me too. If I look at it too long itâs like it gives me a headache. Jason can read it though.â
Jason snorted. âThatâs taking it a bit far. I feel like I should be able to read it. I can get a word here or there maybe.â
âLike it whispers,â Damian said, the quiet words oddly poetic for the youngest of them.
ââŠyeah, like it whispers,â Jason agreed, just as softly.
âRight, okay. Freaky language that only some of us can even see, much less read, and those who can have spent a lot of time in or around the league,â Tim said. âHow concerned do we need to be able this? To we need to be concerned about this? I feel like we need to be concerned about this.â
None of them had an easy answer for Tim.
All of them were grateful for the roar of Dukeâs bike interrupting the conversation as he pulled into the cave.
âWhat are you all looking some grim about?â Duke asked. He yanked his helmet off and took a deep breath, like he hadnât been able to breath in hours.
It was a feeling they all got. Even a good patrol was draining and Duke had been actively on follow up over what had gone down today with the Mad Hatter. Dick tossed a towel Dukeâs way and went to grab a drink for the other from the food safe fridge.
âStuff from Dannyâs place. Take a look at the screen,â Jason said.
âDanny? I thought that we liked the guy,â Duke said, accepting the drink with a grateful thank you. He drained half of it his the way to the screens. âShit, thatâs a lot of meds.â
âTake a closer look,â Jason said, though not unkindly.
Duke stepped closer to the screen.
And went alarmingly still.
Dick resisted the instinctual urge to reach out and grab him. âDuke?â
Duke gave an answering hum and turned his head, just slightly, towards Dick. His eyes never left the screen. Dick wasnât sure if Duke had really heard him. It was Jason who ended up acting, ended up listening to that instinct. He stepped between Duke and the screen, blocking their newest brotherâs view. Duke sucked in a sharp, startled breath.
âWhat?â
âHey, come on, have a seat,â Jason said and guided Duke backwards into one of the chairs at the table.
Tim swiftly cleared the photos from the screen.
Duke shook his head. âSorry, man, I donât know what⊠that, huh. What did those look like to you all?â
âMagenta tinted pill bottles with different levels of medication in them,â Tim replied calmly. âDick and I canât read whatâs printed on them. Damian, Jason, and maybe Cass can a little which means it might be League writing of some sort.â
Dick leaned against the table. âWhat did you see, Duke?â
âMagenta tinted pill bottles with something in them. Like whatever it was my powers were weird about it. Iâd have to see them in person to know anything about why, I guess, but they were⊠I donât know. But whatever that stuff was I donât think itâs League because I donât think itâs human. I donât think itâs earthly.â
âWell, fuck,â Dick said with a sigh.
He wasnât sure if that was better or worse.
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BY THE BOOK : MIDORIYA IZUKU X READER
SUMMARY: When your pro hero boyfriend comes home to find you studying, he suddenly takes a great interest in helping out. You find his methods... questionable. TAGS/WARNINGS: nsft, hysterical literature (reading out loud while sexually stimulated), pro hero deku, deku still has ofa, support tech grad student reader, slight intelligence kink, gn + afab reader, cunnilingus, established relationship, aged up characters, fluff (3k) NOTES: Hi guys! I have been in survival mode as of late and the writing has been slow going; my sincerest apologies for how long itâs taking me to burn down my @ficsforgaza backlog. But I finally had the time & energy on my hands this weekend to work on this one and I had such a blast!! I hope Iâm not too rustyâand if I am, I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it regardless lol. Love you and thank you always for your patience. Happy Holidays!!
Sometimes, you thought you could tell your boyfriend was near, even before you heard his key in the lock.
It was something to do with his power, youâd always suspectedâas a support engineer unduly interested in other peopleâs capabilities, youâd spent hundreds of hours turning it over in your head. It was the unnatural immensity of other peopleâs powers, you thought, pulling and coiling just beneath the surface of Izukuâs skin. In close proximity, after prolonged use, its presence felt like a shiver up the back of your neck.
You felt the barest hint of it now, an unsettled feeling creeping into the marrow of your bones, and you sat up on the couch just as you heard the scratch of Izukuâs keys at the door.
One For All fit cleanly into Izukuâs own unwavering intensity somehow, like the last piece of his puzzle. Though one would certainly never think so looking at him as he spilled through the door, pink-cheeked from the cold, all bright eyes, sweetly angelic features, and a riot of wild green curls. He looked windswept from the biting winter breeze. He also looked too kind to be carrying the sort of power he didâtoo sweet and eager and lovely.
âLook what the wind blew in,â you grinned at him over the back of the couch, after assessing he was well. Your eyes tracked the sinuous movement of those broad shoulders as he yanked his mouthguard over his head, the flex and pull of his bicep as he hung it beside the door. He was moving without pause, no sign of injury or muscle strain , and his suit was intact. Ordinarily you didnât mind if there was a bit of shredding about the abs as long as he came back to you whole and hale, but in the winter you didnât like him wandering about risking the chance of frostbite.
Your heart fluttered when Izuku returned your smile with one of his own, so beautiful and bright, chasing away the cold heâd tracked in like a warm sliver of sun.
âLots of small, easy fights today?â You guessed, judging from his intact suit but clear whiff of power about him.
Izuku scrubbed a hand through that riot of curls, exposing the reddened shell of a cold ear. âI only had to use blackwhip a couple of times,â he said as he shouldered the door closed behind him, the muscle of his thighs flexing enticingly as he stepped out of his boots.
You gestured at the pot of soup youâd left warming on the stove, and the veritable pile of crusty bread beside it. Warmth and carbs, exactly what you would have wanted if you were a pro hero fresh off a long day of patrolling in the snow.
Izukuâs eyes fixed on it with an obliging amount of interest, and he almost tripped over himself in the genkan in his haste to get to the kitchen. âI love you,â you heard him say, muffled through a mouthful of bread, heard the clatter of the silverware drawer and a bowl being placed on the counter.
You smiled and turned back to the book in your lap, a particularly dry, knotty text on robotic imitation learning that had had your eyes drifting closed for the better part of an hour. It was the last youâd need to get through for your Wearable Technologies graduate course, and something you were deeply interested in incorporating into your design practice. You could train a piece of equipment on how an individual pro hero moved and deployed their quirk, and use predictive modeling to deploy assistance functionalities within milliseconds if you got it rightâsuch as immediate cooling in pro hero Shoutoâs temperature vest the moment he ignited an arm.
The implementation was going to be so coolâbut the theory was so mind numbing.
You felt the couch sink in beside your feet, and Izuku peered interestedly at the title in your lap.
âIntroduction to Robotic Imitation Learning,â he echoed, and you could hear the note of excitement in his voice. You suppressed a fond smile, knowing he was already thinking through the same applications you hadâhe was just as much of a nerd as you were.
âIntroduction to Snoozing and Napping,â you grumbled, turning back to your page. âThere are only so many words on the Kalman filter framework a brain can handle before the human mind shuts itself down.â
Izuku hummed in interest around a spoonful of soup, propping himself up against your leg. The exterior of his suit was still cool from the outside, and he groaned with relief from the warmth of your skin, even as you hissed at the chill.
You knew he wanted you to go on, so you generalized for him. âItâs an algorithm used for robotic motion planningâyou not only take measurements of the thing you want to model but you account for uncertainties to predict the probability that something is going to happen.â
Izuku nodded, taking another spoonful of soup, gesturing for you to go on.
You summoned up the willpower to explain joint probability distribution, pleased when Izuku easily managed to followâheâd always been a quick study, especially of anything that could be employed in the service of heroics. Youâd long thought if he hadnât been gifted his quirk, he would be an insane support engineer.
He managed to finish his entire bowl of soup in the time it took you to explain, and housed another two slices of buttered bread with the sort of alacrity youâd only ever seen in pro heroes and professional athletes, making you smile while you spoke.
His spoon clinked softly against the edge of the bowl as he set them aside on the coffee table, and he hooked his chin over your knees as you finished explaining. In the setting sun from your windows he looked especially lovely, the kind, angular planes of his face brushed in gold, softening the spots of his freckles.
His eyes were especially bright, the way they always were when something in particular had caught his interest, and he smiled at you again over the tops of your knee caps.
âI admire how smart you are,â he told you, in the simple, straightforward way he always gave out compliments. It was like a shot to the heart every time, and you could feel your face warm with the praise even after years of receiving similar compliments.
You reflexively flapped a dismissive hand. âNot smart enough to have internalized it all! I have mostly been falling asleep to it,â you promised him.
He tilted his head, a green curl falling into his eyes. âI know you wonât have a problem when youâre awake.â
You shifted your legs with embarrassment, and a long fingered hand came up to cup the front of your thigh, as Izuku turned more fully towards you. You could feel the warm, hard planes of his chest against your shins, the line of his jumpsuitâs zipper pressing insistently just below your knee.
âGotta try to impress you somehow,â you joked, your skin prickling as Izukuâs fingers absent-mindedly drew a pattern across your thigh. You could feel the heat of his hand through the thin material of the leggings youâd lounged around in all day, the chill finally chased away from his skin now that heâd come inside and warmed up.
âYou do impress me,â he said in his soft, gentle tone. Which made your cheeks and nose burn hotter.
You knew you did, and the steady faith Izuku had in the people around him was one of your favorite things about him. It still made you feel like a middle schooler with a crush to think about, though, the intensity of your feelings too much for one body to handle.
âI will study hard to live up to your faith in me,â you promised, unable to help the goofy smile you knew you were giving him.
Izukuâs chin shifted against the tops of your knees, and he pressed his mouth to the knob of your left one, leaving a smiling kiss. âTell me more?â he asked, fingers still sliding softly over your thigh.
âIâll read it to you as I go, then,â you said, turning back to the brick of a tome, propping it up more firmly on your stomach as you adjusted yourself against the couch arm. Izukuâs eyes watched you over the top of the pages, that emerald gaze tracking your face closely.
ââThe algorithm works via a two-phase process: a prediction phase and an update phaseâ,â you began, trying to turn your attention away from Izuku and back to the text. ââIn the prediction phase, the Kalman filter produces estimates of the current state variables, including their uncertainties. Once the outcome of the next measurement (necessarily corrupted with some error, including random noise) is observed, these estimates are updated using a weighted average, with more weight given to estimates with greater certainty.ââ
Izukuâs long fingers traced firmer lines across your thighs, almost like he was taking notes. He layered another kiss along the line of your knee, eyes glittering at you as you read.
ââThe algorithm is recursive,ââ you continued, ââIt can operate in real time, using only the present input measurements and the state calculated previously and its uncertainty matrix; no additional past information is required.ââ
You almost jumped as Izukuâs mouth trailed lower, into the space between your knees, leaving kisses along your inner thigh. His fingers gently pulled one thigh away to make space for him in between, and you cleared your throat, trying to return to the text at hand.
ââOptimality of Kalman filtering assumes that errors have a normalâthat is, Gaussianâdistribution,ââ you read on. ââThe following assumptions are made about random processes: Physical random phenomena may be thought of as due to primary random sources exciting dynamic systems. The primary sources are assumed to be independent gaussian random processes with zero mean; the dynamic systems will be linear.ââ
Izuku let out a soft breath, insinuating himself further between your thighs. Your own breath came out a little uneven as he bent over you, mouth tracking dangerously towards the inseam of your leggings.
You paused, but Izuku fixed you with a look of his slightly-darkened eyes. âPleaseâkeep reading,â he said, his tone a little lower than it had been a minute ago.
You swallowed in shocked understanding, skin tingling. You felt yourself nod, as Izukuâs fingers strayed to the waist of your pants, dipping below the band.
You let him slowly peel your leggings down, your underwear with them, adjusting as needed to make it easy for him, even as you tried to return your attention to your textbook.
ââRegardless of Gaussianity, however, if the process and measurement covariances are known, then the Kalman filter is the best possible linear estimator in the minimum mean-square-error sense,ââ you quoted, nearly squeaking when Izuku pressed his mouth to your hip, his curls tickling the skin of your belly. His hands gripped either side of your thighs, palms square and rough against your skin, and you tried not to shiver with the feeling.
âUmââAlthough there may be better nonlinear estimatorsâ,â you said, then nearly jumped out of your skin when Izuku pressed his mouth to the core of you, only the strength of his grip stopping you from accidentally kicking him in surprise.
âOh my gâuh! ItâumââIt is a common misconception perpetuated in the literature that the Kalman filter cannot be rigorously applied unless all noise processes are assumed to be Gaussian,ââ you managed, before your cut off into a groan as Izuku layered a hot, sweet kiss over you, tongue dipping carefully between your folds. âAh-âIzukuââ
Izuku petted a thumb gently over the top of your thigh to show he was listening, even as he swiped his tongue over you again, a long, firm stroke that had your thighs flexing in his hold. He laved over your clit, sucking ever so slightly, and your grip almost tore the edge of your textbooks as it tightened.
âKeep going,â he urged briefly, then did it again, punching a groan out of you.
âExtensionsâohââExtensions and generalizations of the method have also been developed, such as the extended Kalman filter and the unscented Kalman filter which work on nonlinear systems,ââ you read on, voice shooting up nearly into a squeal when two of Izukuâs long, firm fingers pressed into you, as his mouth moved over you again.
âAh! Oh my godâtheâum, the basisâ-â you said, breath growing short. Izukuâs fingers unerringly found the spot inside you that made you twist in his grip with the ease of long practice, and his jaw worked as he kissed you so shockingly filthily. You could feel something already starting to build up behind your navel, a fluttery lightness, an insatiable insistence on more.
ââThe basis a hidden Markov modelâoh, fuckâsuch that the state space of the latent variables is continuous and all latent and observed variables haveâah!--Gaussian distributions,âââ you recited, your voice tripping up further into a register that sounded more like begging than reading.
Izukuâs fingers worked you, long and thick and perfect inside you, as his tongue drew unrelenting circles around your clit. Stars seemed to spark in your vision, and your eyes squeezed shut, losing your place on the page as your hips flexed into his face. You felt suddenly very floaty and lightheaded, and not at all in a position to keep going.
Still, you tried to refocus your attention.
ââKâKalman filtering has been used successfully inâohâmulti-sensor fusionâah, ah!--and distributed sensor networksâfuck, please, Izukuâto develop distributed or consensus Kalman f-filtering,ââ you said, your tone nearly a cry.
Izuku groaned softly, sucking gently as his fingers curled inside you. It made your veins spark under your skin, your legs shaking in Izukuâs hands. You abandoned your grip on your book to seize the arm of the couch, clawing desperately at the fabric.
âPlease, Izuku,â you cried, hips bucking towards his mouth.
The book tumbled off your stomach but you hardly noticed, gaze refocusing on the way his eyelashes fluttered as he licked you. His fingers played gently within you, a maddening press that was simultaneously too much and not enough, and his other hand came up to slide under your sweater, plucking gently at your nipple.
You lost yourself to the feelingâcaught between the mind-melting curl of his fingers, the delicate suction of his mouth, and the careful pinch of your nipple. A delicious heat curled through you, waves of unbearable pleasure, and you could hear yourself babbling nonsenseâgarbled syllables of Izukuâs name, and every entreaty you could think of, a hundred thousands mores and oh pleases.
Izuku abandoned your nipple to pull you more firmly against him with a strong arm curled under your thigh, pressing you even harder into his mouth.
You muffled a scream in the sleeve of your sweater as he sucked you harder, tongue laving over you in loving strokes. Only his terrible strength held you down as you writhed beneath him, and then his fingers twisted in a way that had your vision whiting outâand you were suddenly thrown out over the edge of your pleasure.
Izuku licked you through it as you squirmed and begged and cried out his name, your climax seeming to last for eons.
You were panting hard when you finally slumped into the cushions of your couch, the ceiling seeming to swim in and out of focus before your eyes. When you gained enough control of your body again you looked down at Izuku, finding him watching you with a satisfied, almost shy curl to his mouth.
âYouâre beautiful,â he told you, emerald gaze glittering with sincerity. âYouâre so smart.â
Impossibly you felt your heart swell with even more love for him, and you seized his shoulder, dragging him up over you so you could kiss his mouth. The taste of yourself on him was embarrassing yet thrilling, and you petted a pleased hand through Izukuâs wild mess of curls as you kissed him.
âWell you are amazing,â you told him, swiping a thumb over his cheek fondly, smoothing over his freckles. A gorgeous watercolor of pink washed over his cheeks and nose at the proclamation, and you could hear his fingers flex in the cushion beside your head.
The sight of him flushed and waiting over you like another small something inside of you, like a pilot light, and you let your mouth pull into a wry grin.
âI hope you know I learned nothing though,â you said casually, your plan for your next steps already forming in your head. You let a hand trail carefully down Izukuâs flank, tracking towards his waist. âI think maybe I might need a few rounds for it to really sink in.â
Izukuâs ears went red against the green of his hair, and you felt your smile widen. âMaybe you could read it to me this time?â you asked, guiding him to roll under you, retrieving your book from the floor as you did so.
You settled yourself on the tops of Izukuâs thighs, feeling the hard press of him against your core, as you placed your textbook into his waiting hands.
Izukuâs answering smile was all the permission you needed. You directed him to start from the beginning of the chapter, and he did so in that soft, lilting tone of his you so loved. And then your fingers trailed up to the zipper at his collar.
It was time to return the favorâwholeheartedly.
REFERENCES: Kalman Filtering (Wikipedia) I took the passages our Reader recited from here because I do not actually understand Kalman filtering at all and could not organically come up with feasible text for her to read through. Sorry in advance to the author of this page lol.
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muffins
viktor x f! reader
3.8k, MDNI, no use of (y/n)
description: Viktor had been so kind as to agree to help you out with your midterm prep, so you thought baking him muffins would be a great way to repay him. However, an accidental secret ingredient gets in the way of studying.
warnings: Age gap, roomie smut, more story than smut, p in v, sex pollen/serum (with pretty explicit consent), overall jolly good fun, no harm no foul, yippee!
a/n: inspired by @the-hidden-pages story, Human Testing because itâs one of the first viktor x reader fics i ever read and i STRONGLY recommend!
Any student should feel lucky to have the smartest men at the academy as your roommates. Being an undergraduate biochem student who had to work to pay her own tuition, going to lecture wasnât always an option. Thatâs when youâd bake a tray of brownies or do some extra dishes and call in a favor from one of your roomies.
It happened all the time, which made you incredibly thankful to have one people-pleaser in the apartment. Jayce was always willing to put aside whatever he was doing and help you out on your Arcane Studies homework or your Bioengineering project. Last semester, finals week consisted of the two of you sitting criss-cross applesauce on the rug of the living room, paper scattered all over the floor as you tried to decipher the grading scale of your Organic Chemistry class to see what the lowest grade on the test you could get was and still wind up with a passing grade (something Jayce had done plenty of times in his undergrad years).
Viktor, on the other hand, had gotten somewhat tired of your constant requests for him to backtrack and dive into knowledge he hadnât tapped for years now. He was never particularly rude about it, but you were very perceptive. When you asked him to repeat an explanation once or twice, you noticed the growing exhaustion on his face that bordered frustration and you stopped asking for his help going forward. It wasnât to his own fault, you could be pretty needy sometimes, so more often than not, you just asked Jayce.
Only, Jayce was out of town for a Hextech press conference this weekend, the weekend before you had your Arcane Studies midterm. In a heartbreaking display, he had apologized profusely for not being able to help, inches away from getting on his knees and begging for forgiveness. You assured him none of that was necessary, and that youâd just stay up studying in the library or even reach out to your TA (who youâd never even spoken to before in class or outside of it, and who you were certain would be less helpful than Jayce).
To remedy your situationâeven though you pinkie promised him you didnât need him toâhe took it upon himself to ask Viktor to help you cram study on Sunday night, the night before your midterm. While Jayce asked, you did your best to listen from your bedroom, the next room over. You heard some grumbling from Viktor and a muffled, yet compelling âSheâs our roommate and she bakes us nice thingsâ from Jayce.
Apparently that last bit must have been very rousing, because shortly after, Jayce was at your door telling you that Viktor agreed to a maximum of three hours of cramming that would begin no earlier than eight at night.
You worked for all of Saturdayâs daylight hours, and then finalized your experimental serum for your Advanced Biochemistry project. For the biochem class, youâd been studying methods of enhancing senses for the first half of the quarter and your midterm project involved making a serum that could temporarily improve the performance of one human sense. Around three weeks ago, you and your classmates drew topics from a hat and your fingers emerged with âarousalâ on a piece of paper. Needless to say, you were concerned. You thought the serum project would be fairly straightforward, and had already brainstormed ideas for vision enhancing serums or hearing aid serums, but arousal? You had to think out of the box for that one.
When you finished up your last touches to the serum, you were left with enough time at night to get ingredients to bake Viktor some muffins as a sign of your gratitude. You got enough stuff for twice as much as you wouldâve made for Jayce and actually stuck to the recipe this time. Keeping Viktor happy was a very delicate ecosystem and there could be no tampering.
It wasnât that he was a grump or even that he hated you, he was just too busy to want to help and too intelligent to want to backtrack. Once he had even looked at what you were studying and said, âIâd have to go too far back to help you.â That was inspiring.
You poured the contents of your tote bag on the counter.
On your better days, you and Viktor actually got along quite well. Those were the rare days when Viktor got more than three hours of sleep and ate a full meal before two pm. In his best conditions, the two of you were good friends.
The best days were when he and Jayce both come home early enough for you to make them a home cooked meal. Then youâd all curl up on the couch and watch a movie. The last time that happened, Jayce picked some superhero movie youâd never heard of and you and Viktor both fell asleep. You woke up the next morning asleep on Viktorâs chest with four blankets piled on top of you both. Jayce said he knew both of you ran cold, so he took the blankets from your beds. You and Viktor never talked about that night.
The exhaustion of your stressful Saturday had leaked into your studying Sunday, and in a tired stupor, you whisked together all the ingredients for the muffins and poured them haphazardly into the mold. They might not look pretty, but at least theyâd taste good.
You pulled the freshly baked muffins from the oven and rested them on the stovetop. The sweet aroma of warm blueberry filled the apartment. It must have roused Viktor from whatever he was working on in his room, because he emerged a full quarter of an hour earlier than your agreed upon study time.
âHey,â you said. âI made you some muffins as a thank you. Theyâre still hot, though, I wasnât expecting you for another fifteen minutes.â
âThatâs fine,â he said, setting himself at the kitchen table and sipping from a cup of coffee that had been there since Jayce was still in town. âWould you like to begin now?â
You grab all your study guides and homework assignments and your assortment of chicken scratch notes and slide them over to him on the table.
âAre your midterms cumulative?â He asked, finishing the remnants of his cold coffee.
âNo,â you answered. Thank God. If you had to remember everything that was in the last midterm youâd be losing your mind right about now. âEverything past Arcane History will be on the test.â
âMm. I see.â
He scans your notes for another five minutes.
âIâll quiz you,â he decided, standing up to check on the temperature of the cooling muffins on the stovetop.
âUh, okay.â You didnât typically study by being quizzed, especially when you hardly went to lecture and didnât even know most of the material. But you didnât want to risk arguing with Viktor and have him decide to take his muffin to-go.
âTell me why the Arcane can manifest in such unpredictable manners?â
âBecauseâŠâ you started to think that maybe going to your TA wasnât such a bad idea after all. Your TA was just a random graduate student. The roommate that was helping you study now was one of the inventors of Hextech, the researcher responsible for some of the greatest advancements in Piltoverâs modern understanding of the Arcane. â...it reflects the intentions of the user.â
âCorrect,â he says, affording you a rare Viktor smile. âWould you like a muffin?â
You had intended for the muffins to be entirely Viktorâs, but you hadnât eaten all day and gods, they smelled good. Plus, it was like a reward for getting an answer right.
âSure, thanks.â
You watch as Viktor plucks two muffins from the tin and comes back to seat himself at the table. He hands one to you and sorts through the papers youâve scattered on the desk as he brings a small chunk to his mouth. You do the same.
Something tastes slightly off, but you canât quite put your finger on it. Itâs possible the ratio is off, and in your tired state you added too little vanilla extract or too much vegetable oil. Regardless, theyâre not bad at all.
âYour notes are a little bit difficult toââ Viktor stops before finishing his sentence. He pulls out a sheet of paper from the pile and reads it, his eyes widening a bit as he does.
âWhat? Whatâs wrong?â
âThese notes are from your biochem class,â he says, his eyes flickering up to meet yours for just a few seconds over the piece of paper. âThis is an interesting assignmentâŠâ
âOh,â you feel your cheeks growing hot. âSorry, thatâs not supposed to be in there.â
You reach out to take the paper from him, but he pulls it back as you do. Heâs still reading it. Youâd really like him to stop reading about your own aphrodisiac serum, but your embarrassment is a bit unwarranted. After all, you didnât make the serum because you wanted it, you made it because it was a graded assignment. Nothing more. So what if you did eventually garner interest in the topic. So much interest, in fact, that you did extensive research into the properties your serum could afford and spent long hours in your lab experimenting with it. Shamefully, yes, you had tried some of it. Mainly to test its efficiency but also out of plain curiosity. You had determined that it was safe, most importantly, but youâd also learned that it tasted horrible. To counter that, youâd added someâ
âOh fuck!â You shout as you scoot your chair so far back so quickly that it topples over. You stumble over your bag on the floor as you sprint to the kitchen.
âIs something wrong?â Viktor asks from his seated position.
âDonât eat the muffin!â You exclaim as you run to the counter space next to the stove, your heart pounding.
You confirm your worst fear. The bottle of vanilla extract you picked up from the supermarket sits on the counter, the protective seal still intact. Your arousal serum, however, is halfway empty a few inches beside the extract.
You turn around slowly to face Viktor.
âItâs a bit late for that,â Viktor says, holding up the half of his muffin that remains. âDid something happen?â
You eye your own muffin on the table, half eaten as well.
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â you scrambled back toward the table where Viktor sat, the serum held tight by your hand. âYouâre not allergic to anything, are you?â
âNo,â Viktor says, eyeing you like youâre crazy.
Come on, just get it out already. You have to tell him, it would be morally bankrupt not to.
âI accidentally drugged you.â
Okay, maybe not like that.
Viktor just stared at you, his expression unchanged. You sort of just wished he would yell at you so that you could get the encounter over with, but no such luck. He just sat, unphased, until he picked up the notes he was looking at earlier.
âWith this?â He asks. Even his voice is still even. You knew that if the roles had been reversed you would be fracking out, absolutely bouncing off the walls.
âYes, but donât worry Iâve done lots of research on this serum,â you say, taking the notes from Viktor and looking them over. You read the list two or three times, scanning for any sort of antidote for ingestion. You saw none. âHow could I have not included an antidote?â You mutter, mentally beating yourself up.
âItâs okay,â Viktor said and you couldnât even bring yourself to look up at him from your notes. âIt is safe, yes? It wonât kill us?â
âNo, it wonât, but itâs a powerful aphrodisiac and I added half the serum to those muffins. If my math is right, youâre taking three times the recommended dosage.â
âBut I only ate half the muffin,â Viktor counters. Again, youâre shocked by how unphased he is.
âOkay, then one and a half times the dosage,â you shrug off his comment as you look for anything in your notes that might reveal a way to undo this mess.
âI assume this means you no longer wish to study?â Viktor says.
âHow are you so calm about this?â You finally burst out, slamming the paper down on the table to look at him.
Big mistake.
Once you see him, you become lightheaded and your knees buckle beneath you. You have to sit down to stop yourself from falling over.
âAre you alright?â Viktor asks.
âI-Iâm fine,â you shake your head in an attempt to get some blood flowing to your brain. No luck.
âSince youâre obviously worked up about this, why donât you tell me how it works and then we can go from there.â
âItâs a fast acting stimulant,â you say, burying your face in your hands. âThe chemistry is irrelevant since I have no goddamn cure for it, but it works the same as any other aphrodisiac. It makes you susceptible to arousal and heightens it by three times at a normal dosage, and in our case⊠nearly five times.â
âIntriguing,â he says, eyeing the muffin that lays neglected on the table. âSuch a strange class project. Arenât there moral quandaries to be had for such a substance?â
âYes of course there are, which is why I made it so that it only takes effect if thereâs already a degree of attraction in placeââ
You shouldnât have said anything. Especially not when youâre so clearly affected by it in the presence of Viktor. Way to sell yourself out.
âSo youâre sayingâŠâ
You groan out in frustration, but once you look at Viktor youâre reminded of why you had your face buried in your hands. Somehow every feature of his seems five times more beautiful than you normally regarded them. His perfectly angular nose, his narrowed amber eyes, his messy hair which fell in ways you could never recreate on paperâŠ
âI have a feeling you know exactly what Iâm saying.â You squeezed your eyes shut. If you couldnât see him, he couldnât torture you.
Or so you thought.
A tantalizing graze of his hand on yours shot shivers down your spine. You pulled away so fast that a few of the papers on the desk shifted from the shear force of the wind.
âDonât do that,â you seethed, sucked your teeth as you pressed your eyes shut so hard that you saw stars.
âBecauseâŠit affects you?â His voice was raspy and slow, or maybe thatâs just what the serum was making you hear. Every bit of what he was doing seemed five times as attractive as it would normally be.
Youâd done such a good job at hiding your feelings for Viktor for almost a year now. Being roommates with someone you found incredibly attractive was no easy task. And now all of your efforts were thrown out the window because of a stupid baking mishap.
âYouâre being cruel,â you furrow your eyebrows as you speak, your voice coming out whinier than you wouldâve liked.
âIâm sorry,â he stifles a laugh. âWould you open your eyes?â
âI canât,â you groan, shoving your hands against your face again. âItâs best if I just go to my room and wait it out. Thank you for trying to study with me but Iâm just gonna have to accept a shitty grade tomorrow.â
âYou donât have to do that,â he said, his fingers wrapping around your wrists and pulling them down from your face so that you had to look at him. âItâs been a long time since Iâve taken biochemistry, and I certainly havenât studied aphrodisiacs, but the effects should go away after the serum is put to use, correct?â
You thought back to your experimentation phase. All the nights you spent alone in your lab trying out the efficacy of the serum resulted in the effects dissipating once climax was reached. It had certainly been the least orthodox experimentation phase youâd ever undergone.
âYes, thatâs correct,â you say reluctantly. It takes every ounce of strength you have not to let your eyes explore Viktorâs face, then his long, narrow neck protruding his sweater, his Adamâs apple bobbing with a deep breath, then the sharp clavicle poking fromâ
Get yourself together.
âIf youâre willing to retake the classâa class you should easily pass, given your access to the two most prevalent scientists in the fieldâthen by all means, go to your room.â Viktor pulls his hands away from you, then picks up the muffin, peeling off the paper from the bottom. He picks off a piece and drops it onto his tongue.
âWhat are you doing? Youâre just going to make it worse!â
He smirks at you, then sets the muffin back down. âItâs a very good muffin. Youâre an excellent baker.â
Fuck.
âYouâre playing with me,â you shake your head in disbelief.
âNo, dearest, I am not playing with you,â he says, standing up from his chair, then moving toward you tantalizingly slow. He takes a seat on the table in front of you, then crosses his hands on his lap. âYouâre smart enough to recognize the alternative I am offering to you.â
Your heart stops. You look at his half eaten muffin, although more than half is gone now with the addition of that last bite.
âYouâŠâ The idea is almost impossible for you to grasp, let alone put into words. âYou want to expedite the process?â
âThatâs certainly one way of putting it,â Viktor laughs. He reaches for a strand of your distressed hair and pushes it behind your ear.
âBut youâre not even attracted to me!â
âWhat makes you think that?â Viktor says, retracting his hand, only to place it over yours on the desk.
âBecause if you were, youâd be much more affected right now. I mean, look at me!â You gesture to yourself with your free hand. âIâm a mess! Iâm on the brink of breaking out in a sweat and my hands are clammy and youâre just sitting there!â
Viktor laughs to himself as if heâs in on some kind of inside joke that you know nothing about.
âIâve had lots of practice in concealing my excitement around you,â he finally says, slowly, seductively, the words dripping from his chin as his cold eyes bore into you.
âWhat?â
You know what he said. In fact, you understand it perfectly, but you canât be sure it actually came from his mouth because it seems so perfectly unreal. So dream-like, so idealistic, so fantastical.
âYouâve done a good enough job at hiding your attraction, too,â Viktor says. âI wouldnât have known if it werenât for tonightâs incident. Which is exactly why Iâve felt the need to hide my own.â
âYouâve liked me?â
You still canât wrap your head around the idea.
âIâve admired you,â he smiles, rubbing circles on the back of your hand, reminding you just how potent your little sex serum really is.
In fact, itâs so powerful that you hardly have to put any thought into leaping up from your chair and pushing your lips against his. Before you can third guess his affection, his hands are interlaced with your hair, pushing you deeper into his lips as his tongue begs to be let into your needy mouth.
Now it was clear to see how much the serum had actually affected him. In mere seconds, his hands grabbed at your thighs and pulled you up onto the table to straddle him with strength you didnât even know he possessed. His breathy little moans sent you further into madness and you yanked his sweater off of his head, forcing your mouth off of his for just a few seconds, but once that sweater was off, your lips clung together like magnets.
Deft fingers unbuttoned your long sleeve shirt and he pulled it off your arms so quickly that you worried for a second that he might have ripped it. But you didn't care. You couldnât possibly be concerned with a silly shirt when Viktor was beneath you on the kitchen table like a meal.
The serum didnât exactly allow either of your minds to comprehend much foreplay. You fiddled with Viktorâs belt and he pushed your skirt up to your waist. Once both of you were exposed, he didnât waste any time positioning you above his cock.
âSo wet for me,â Viktor whined against your bare chest. âIs that the serumâs doing or is it mine?â
âYours,â you whimper as Viktor slides his tip beneath your folds. âIf it were anyone else in the room with me when I took the serum, Iâd be unaffected.â
âIâm flattered,â he smiles cruelly as he thrusts up into you.
âOh fuck,â you whine as your rest your heavy head on Viktorâs shoulder.
He brings his hands to your waist and guides you up and down as his hips meet your core in long, languid thrusts. The serum sets every single nerve on fire, making it seem as if each of his thrusts has the impact of twenty.
You moan muffled strangulations of his name into his neck, which only urges him to persist with his cruel thrusts. The sound of your cunt being abused fills the kitchen and youâre wildly thankful that Jayce is out of town.
âIâve wanted this for so long,â Viktor pants. âYou have no idea.â
You really did have no idea. He hid it so well. You silently thanked whatever force had caused you to accidentally throw the serum into the muffin mix.
âSo have I,â you whined against his skin. âFuckâŠdonât stopâŠâ
Each thrust is punctuated by the creaks of the sturdy kitchen table below you. His motions become quicker, shakier, and more intense and you can tell heâs reaching the end along with you. Your legs begin to shake and you feel that familiar tickling sensation in your core that the serum does a beautiful job at emulating.
âViktor, Iâm close, Iâm so fucking close,â you moan as you lift your head from the crook of his neck. You bring your lips to his and he delivers his final thrusts. As he fills you, your moans echo on each otherâs lips, a feeling you never thought youâd experience with your own brilliant roommate.
Your breathing steadies and Viktor wraps his arms around you, bringing you close to him as he tries to collect himself as well.
âYouâŠâ Viktor pants, âare forbidden from using that kitchen ever again.â
You laugh as you bring yourself off of him, pressing a kiss to his lips as you collect yourself. âThat sounds fair to me.â
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WIP DUMP
okay so this is lowkey inspired by @jayparked posting about her wips a bit ago (check them out here she's crazy talented and i can't wait to read them all) and since i've been struggling with writing recently i thought maybe sharing some of my wips could help. also biggest thanks to snail for helping me with the synopses for some of these and listening to me stress over the banners and everything
if you want to talk to me about any of them or wanna get tagged pls don't hesitate to send asks or comment on this post, i'd love to talk about them some moređ„șâ€ïž
MIDNIGHT IN MILAN â lhs
⥠â featuring. heeseung x fem!reader
⥠â genre and tropes. MDNI 18+ ONLY, smut, established relationship, idol AU (both heeseung and yn)
⥠â warnings. semi-public sex, unprotected sex, mirror sex, mild choking, creampie, fingering, tiniest hint of degradation (he calls her a slut like once), one singular spank, some hair pulling, not really any aftercare
⥠â estimated word count. 6k
they say love makes you do stupid things...surely fucking your boyfriend in the bathroom at the prada after party when your relationship isn't even public and neither of you can afford a dating scandal isn't that stupid, right?
(i'm well aware the hype around tipsy heeseung has already died down but i started writing this immediately after the pics dropped and then got hit by writers block so i'm dedicated to finish this)
!! more under the cut !!
HE HATES ME, HE HATES ME NOT â psh
⥠â featuring. sunghoon x fem!reader
⥠â genre and tropes. MDNI 18+ ONLY, smut, enemies to lovers, coworker AU, miscommunication (ikik), lowkey past fuckboi sunghoon
⥠â warnings. hate sex, semi-public sex (in an archive room?), protected and unprotected sex (there's several smut scenes), choking, spanking, degradation, praise kink, oral (m. and f. receiving), handjob, fingering, manhandling, overstimulation, dacryphilia, spit kink
⥠â estimated word count. 20k
park sunghoon hates you, and you hate him. it hadn't always been like that, when you first joined the company he works at he was friendly, a real gentleman, but over time of working together he turns cold, sometimes even downright mean, and you cannot for the life of you figure out what caused the sudden change in his behavior. however, things between you change yet again when you 'accidentally' get locked in your offices archive room.
HOME IS WHEREVER YOU ARE â lhs
⥠â featuring. heeseung x fem!reader
⥠â genre and tropes. MDNI 18+ ONLY, smut, college!au, friends to lovers
⥠â warnings. there's some talks of depression as well as unhealthy coping mechanism so be aware of that pls, protected sex (be proud of me okay), oral (f. and m. receiving), vanilla af, neither of them are virgins or inexperienced but they just having sex for the first time together after realizing they've been in love with each other for years :')
⥠â estimated word count. 14k
"distance makes the heart grow fonder." is no longer just a cliche saying. heeseung decided to follow his dreams, but doing so lead him to a different city, leaving you behind. no other friends, no hobbies to keep yourself busy, and no motivation to keep going, the only thing keeping you on some sort of routine is attending your college classes that your parents force you to go to. just when you're about to officially quit and give up, heeseung shows up out of nowhere and manages to pull you out of your slump, upturning your whole friendship in the process.
NATURAL REMEDY â pjs
⥠â featuring. jay x fem!reader
⥠â genre and tropes. MDNI 18+ ONLY, smut, physical therapist!reader, patient!jay, probably hipaa violations idk just don't do this irl basically
⥠â warnings. unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), body worship (jay receiving bc he deserves someone to tell him or handsome he is), handjob, lots of oil, lowkey massage kink idek what to call this??
⥠â estimated word count. 5k
when jay hurts his knee while goofing around with his friends, his doctor recommends rest and physical therapy. lucky for him, your office is just around the corner, just that neither of you can make good on the ordered rest by doctor.
HEALTHY COMPETITION â lhs + sjy
⥠â featuring. heeseung x fem!reader x jake
⥠â genre and tropes. MDNI 18+ ONLY, smut, college au, non-idol au, and they were roommates (oh my god they were roommates), no romance just fucking
⥠â warnings. basically no plot, threesome (duh), protected and unprotected sex, anal, double penetration, spanking, oral (m. and f. receiving), multiple rounds, manhandling, they make it a competition to see who can make her moan the loudest...
⥠â estimated word count. 9k
your roommates bickering should be nothing but white noise to you at this point, but when they both rope you into their little argument of who fucks better things take an interesting turn and a welcomed distraction from studying is provided.
SNEAKY LINK â sjy
⥠â featuring. jake x fem!reader
⥠â genre and tropes. MDNI 18+ ONLY, smut, uni AU, frat boy jake (i'm sorry), friends with benefits but no one knows, alcohol consumption (they're not drunk and both consenting !!)
⥠â warnings. unprotected sex (it's a theme for me atp, don't do this irl pls), dry humping, fingering (it's jake come on now), kinda rushed sex ig, does it count as exhibitionism when they fuck in a spare bedroom idk, oral (f. receiving), breast play
⥠â estimated word count. 4k
frat parties usually weren't your thing, but when your best friend invites you (with the intention to be her wingwoman) you're not one to let her down. that is until you run into jake, whom you've been fooling around with without anyone knowing ...
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#lia.txt#wips#wip dump#pls interact guys :(#gonna put some enha tags for exposure sorry in advance !!#heeseung x reader#sunghoon x reader#enhypen smut#enhypen x reader#heeseung smut#sunghoon smut#jake sim x reader#jake sim smut#jay park x reader#jay park smut
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â WIP DIARY ââ LAST NIGHT, I READ YOUR DIARY. (p.sh) â
Sunghoon has been trying be everything you need since your mother passed. A father, a friend, a therapist. You never really understood what your mother saw in him in the first place, if youâre being honest. Heâs awkward, quiet, and typically used to keep to himself up until now. Youâre impressed with his efforts by the time youâre entering into your senior year of college, though his entire demeanor towards you seems to have changed. or the one where your step-father grows obsessed with you minute by minute.Â
ââ step-dad /weirdo park sunghoon x afab reader Â
ââ minors dni
ââ tags: sunghoon is in his 30s, reader is in her 20s so, age gap, step-cest, heartbreak, obsession, manipulation, coercion, stockholm syndrome-ish, fluff if he manipulates you as a reader lmfao, angst, smut. don't read this if you are easily triggered. ââ side characters: heeseung as reader's ex boyfriend, jay as reader's closest friend
ââ !WARNINGS!: this work contains non-con, dub-con, and stalking behavior. your mom isnât alive in this fic. warnings will be updated as i write.
ââ a/n:Â this one is gonna be a wild ride, that's all i gotta say.
LAST UPDATED: 12.22.24
⚯ est wordcount: 20k+ ⚯ current wordcount: 5.4k ⚯ est release date: tbd ⚯ taglist: ask to be on my perma tag list!
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no warnings apply to the preview, it's just the first couple of thousand words for this fic. aka, the intro and the set up for what will inevitably happen later:
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Your first heartbreak is meant to be painful, but this? This is more painful than you could have ever imagined.Â
Heeseung was one of your only constants in life. From childhood to high school itâs like he was there more than your own mother was, and certainly more than your own father. Even when she passed, Heeseung was the one who held you through it, heâs the one who made you smile again, heâs the one who made you feel like it was okay to heal and keep going.Â
Itâs the fact that it was a mutual break up that hurts the most because deep down, you couldnât see yourself without him. Yet, still, you willingly watched him hop on the plane with a short kiss and long goodbye. It felt so final to you. You could have handled a long distance relationship, truly. But Heeseung didnât want that. He wanted to explore the world, he wanted to try new things, be with new people.Â
Do things without you clinging to him all the time.Â
In a way, you understand that. After all, youâre the only girl he had ever been with up until now. Senior year of college. You think you knew your relationship was coming to an end by the time he announced he was going to be studying abroad for his final year without ever once even telling you he was applying to do so.Â
So, yeah, it was mutual solely because you want him to be happy and heâs made it clear that he believes that can only happen without you. Such is life. Painful, painful fucking life. Â
Just last year when your mother passed, you nearly dropped out and Heeseung had been your rock to make it through class after class with a grade barely high enough to pass. Youâre certain some of your professors took pity on you and raised your grade just enough to move forward. Youâll forever thank them for recognizing how hard you were trying. But now? Without your mother, without Heeseung, youâre at a loss.
And thereâs a difference between loneliness and isolation, you think. Loneliness to you always hits hard during small spaces in your day, like when youâd get into Heeseungâs car and he would close your door for you. The silence always hurt your ears while he was still making his way around the car to the driverâs seat. A shallow loneliness that you could feel right at the top of your gut, like it was squeezing inside of you and making you lose your appetite. Solely because that silence reminded you of what you always had, a lack of loneliness because of him.
But then thereâs isolation. Where it feels forced upon you by other people. Your mother fucking died, Heeseung fucking left, and now youâre just here expected to wake up like you always do, go to class, study hard, sleep well, when the reality of it isâ youâre genuinely struggling just to look at yourself in the mirror.Â
Then thereâs Sunghoon. The only person close enough to you now that you can reach out to. The issue with that isâ youâve never actually been close. And thatâs what sucks. The fact that he of all people is all you have now? May as well just assume you have nobody.
His regular calls mean close to nothing to you in the grand scheme of things. Despite him calling twice a week every week since your mother died, your step-father is just as distanced from you as you are him. Youâre aware that itâs his obligation, not because he cares. And that hurts, because itâs all you have now.Â
Now, you have to try and find meaning in those short calls. After all, Sunghoon fell apart when your mother passed all on his own and you had only called him out of obligation too. You were already in college and stressed, falling apart yourself with someone to love beside you helping you through it. Calling him when it all happened felt empty because you knew both of you were trying to hold it together and save face.Â
It wasnât like this before she died. In fact, he never called and you never cared for him to. Youâd see each other when you were home, share awkward pleasantries, and thatâs it. Itâs hard to believe that now you feel like you need a father, after all those years of practically rejecting him as one. He seemed fine with that after you hit your teen years. He knew by then that he could never be the father you want, but at least he could be the husband your mother needed.
You have grief in common now though. Loneliness. Isolation.
You try not to think about how you were okay up until now though. Having Heeseung to fall back on to soften the blow of your loss, you guess Sunghoon didnât have that. Maybe his monotone voice and empty words were his way of coping, his way of hearing a voice that wasnât the one in his own head when he calls you.Â
Itâs just you and a man you never considered family past the titles and obligatory respects. Finding meaning in his short phone calls does nothing to help your growing isolation, but you cling to them now that Heeseung is gone. You wait for the calls, you ask him to check in with you every day now, to the point Sunghoon starts to notice the difference in you.
No longer rushing to get off the phone. Now, youâre dragging on meaningless conversations. Now, he hears cracks in your voice.Â
âYou feeling okay?â Sunghoon asks you, in a way that makes you wonder how heâs able to tell that youâre definitely not. The way his own voice has a bit of life to it when he asks itâŠstrange too. Like heâs concerned.Â
âNoââ You trail off in your meek voice, staring at your ceiling and mind swirling with all of the work you need to get done for classes already. âIâve only been in classes for a week and I already feel like Iâm drowning.âÂ
Sunghoon sighs into the speaker, contemplating how to further the conversation with you in a way that isnât too intrusive. After all, who is he to pry? Still, he never intended for you to feel neglected or like you couldnât come to him. After all, you were too happy about his lack of parenting you throughout his presence in your life.Â
He finds solace in the fact that youâve been accepting him now, though he hasnât the slightest idea as to why. Heâs checked in with you since the passing, but lately it feels to him like something more is going on with you. He may be somewhat estranged, and he may have his own problems to deal with, but youâre still someone he needs to be here for.
Plus, it makes him feel needed again, which is nice considering the circumstances. After living in this bustling house with you and your mom for so long, to it just being him and your mom, to now just himâŠall that remains now is dread, dissociation, and unwashed dishes in the sink.
âDid something happen?â Sunghoon keeps his questions short, offering more silence if anything for you to use this call as a therapy session if you need.Â
You pause for a long moment, realizing that you want to talk about your issues so badly but donât quite feel the need to share it with him of all people. Youâve already ranted day after day to Jay. To the point youâre sure heâs about one rant away from blocking your number.Â
Probably because youâre not that close to him either. Not these days, anyway.
You sigh instead.Â
âNoâŠâ You trail off. âI think I just miss being home. My dorm mate is never here, class work is already piling up, and I canât even find the energy to look at the assignments.âÂ
Sunghoon can tell youâre feeling much like he does and he canât imagine the weight on your shoulders dealing with these feelings while also in college. But, you have Heeseung, do you not? Youâve been fine for the most part until now, and you havenât even brought him up. Not once in the past few weeks has his name been uttered by you. Which is strange, after all, the two of you were practically attached at the hip growing up, to the point of choosing the same college, working the same jobs, and even keeping that middle-school puppy love in full swing throughout highschool and college.Â
If anything, after your mother passed, Sunghoon felt okay knowing you had Heeseung there with you to help you through it. It meant he could focus on himself and getting through the day-to-day. He could barely handle his own mournful thoughts, let alone the daughterâs feelings of the woman he loved so dearly. He was forever grateful for Heeseung during this time.Â
He has his suspicions now though, and his heart aches for the voice he hears from you these days.Â
âWhy donât you come home for a while?â He lends a pause to see if youâll jump for the opportunity before selling the idea to you. âI have the bills here covered and your campus is only a forty minute drive. Iâm sure thatâs inconvenient but you wonât have bills to worry about on top of everything else.â He doesnât want to sound too desperate, of course.Â
After all, the loneliness heâs feeling is also becoming unbearable. Even if the two of you never were able to see eye to eye, or to form a bond together, youâre all he has left of your mother. He, arguably, is nothing to you, but thereâs no one else in this world heâd rather heal the loneliness with outside of you. Only because you knew your mother on a level deeper than he did, and to have someone to share those memories with, or even laugh with, would help him tremendously too.
âI think being at home may do you some good.âÂ
You think it over in your head, wondering if being home will help you at all. In reality, you know it may make you feel more trapped than you do now. All those memories with your mother, with Heeseung, with all of your friends that have since moved to different colleges.Â
ButâŠyou wouldnât be alone. Youâd be with someone who knows how to give you space because heâs never even tried to shrink your existence to that of your bedroom and your bedroom alone. You wouldnât have to worry about rent, food, or anything aside from studies, gas money, and trying to heal from your heartbreak.Â
Your dorm is small, you note as you look around the room and wonder how long it would take you to pack your things up. Two hours, give or take. The longest part would be taking all of the little decorations off the wall, if youâre being honest.Â
You find yourself nodding before answering, solidifying in your mind thatâ maybe youâre not the only one who needs company in your space. Not too close, but close enough to not be totally isolated.Â
âOkay.â You mutter into the phone, for some reason feeling the tears well up behind your eyes.Â
Youâre just a bit overwhelmed, thatâs all. Knowing youâre going home feels like a relief you didnât know you needed.Â
âYeah?â Sunghoon confirms. âJust let me know when and Iâll drive up there to help get your stuff back home.âÂ
You agree, sighing into the phone with a shaking voice. Sunghoon takes note of it, always remembering and quite frankly missing how loud and obnoxious you used to be. Hearing you like this pains him. He wants to help. Now more than ever is his chance to be someone you need, and he hates knowing he feels happy about it.Â
Getting to be your father now? It feels awkward, but at least itâs a feeling other than loss.Â
âYou know you can talk to me, right?â Sunghoon sighs at you through the speaker. âI know Iâm not someone you like coming to butâwell, Iâd like for you to rely on me more, okay?âÂ
You find a lot of comfort in those words, despite hearing him say them time and time again. This is the first time heâs ever shown that he means it through the offer of bringing you home, rather than just saying it and accepting whatever you say back to him at face value.Â
âI knowâŠâ You trail off. âIâm okay though, really.âÂ
Sunghoon hates himself for never forcing you to accept him. Sure, there may have been some teenage defiance towards him, but eventually the two of you could have seen eye to eye. He could have been someone you needed. You could have relied on him too, rather than just Heeseung. Thatâs all he can really think right now.Â
âAre you sure thereâs nothing else going on?â The man nearly pleads in his tone, desperate to have someone rely on him again. âIâve never heard you sound so exhausted before, I canât help but worry.â
Youâd tell him, but honestly, what grown ass man wants to hear about a first heartbreak? It would just get awkward again, heâd just feel obligated to do something about it, and worse, he might end up feeling like heâs supposed to dislike Heeseung now.Â
You choose to remain silent in the final straw that broke your back this semester.Â
âReally, Iâm just tired.â You nod to yourself as you hold your phone loosely against your ear. âI might not go to class tomorrow and just pack instead. Iâll just call you when Iâm ready, is that okay?â
Sunghoon smiles to himself, wanting to mean something to you in a way that can hopefully help you out of this slump. Your mother would be throwing a fit if she heard how youâve been sounding, he canât help but take over that role and try to make damn sure you are okay.Â
âThatâs fine,â Sunghoon confirms. âIâll call and let them know whatâs going on so donât worry about any of that. Just get yourself ready to come back home.âÂ
You find yourself smiling, relieved that you donât have to be the one to contact your school and tell them thatâŠwell, youâre breaking your student-lease, dropping your food plan, and need to be reimbursed for partial tuition costs since Sunghoon insists every semester that you purchase tuition insurance. You should no longer be charged to live on campus, or for the facilities within the dorm.Â
Knowing youâll at least get back a couple thousand dollars is a nice change of pace, and already youâre feeling weirdly excited to go back to a space that will likely make you miss your mother more. Itâll hurt, but at least you wonât be alone anymore.Â
The forty minute drive to campus feels less horrifying now, and maybe your friends will still come and hang out with you in your actual home rather than a tiny dorm.Â
âSounds good.â You say, as if to end the call before you mutter out again. âThank you, by the way. Sunghoon, really.âÂ
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Sunghoon knew he was spiraling further and further into his loneliness. He knew it wasnât healthy either, but now. Oh, now he realizes just how bad itâs gotten as he demonizes himself upon picking you up.Â
You havenât come home since your motherâs funeral, and even on that day he barely remembers what you looked like. Eye contact was never a thing for him, but looking at you now, he sees how much youâve matured since you went off to college.Â
Your once bright, excited eyes have turned dull and empty. The bags under them are heavy from lack of sleep. Your lips appear to be in a permanent state of pouting, though he isnât sure if youâve noticed. You appear to have lost weight, which is concerning for him of course, butâŠthereâs something else about you.
Something that sits in the pit of his stomach and rots.
âUhââ You cough, noting the way Sunghoon looks at you as you try to hand him a large box. âThank you for helping me move my stuff backâŠâÂ
Sunghoon snaps out of his thoughts, grabbing a heavy box and then waiting for you to stack another on top.Â
âNo big deal,â He mutters, feeling the weight in his hands double as he prepares to carefully carry your things out to his car. âYou havenât come home in over a year, but Iâve fixed up your room for you and went ahead and connected my gaming system in there.â
You nod quietly, feeling awkward for how fatherly he seems.
âThanksâŠâ You trail off, flopping a pile of your things into his trunk before stopping to look at him. âYou look like shit.â
Sunghoon furrows his brows, noticing for a split second how that facial expression you made is very similar to one his wife used to throw at him when heâd have hair out of place, or a wardrobe malfunction. And then he smiles.Â
âYouâre not looking too good yourself.â He jokes back.
You smile back at him, feeling a bit of the awkward air fizzle away.Â
âWell, Iâm not doing well, so.âÂ
You were continuing the joke, but his face falls before yours does.Â
âYou can talk to meââ He starts.
âI know, I know.â You wave him off. âIâll feel a lot better once we get back and I can settle in.
Thereâs a nod from him now, and then silence as the two of you continue to put the rest of your belongings into both his car and your own.Â
âWell, I guess Iâll see you in a bit?â You say now, awkwardly.
Sunghoon nods, looking you over once again.
âSee you in a bit.âÂ
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Shame.
Pure fucking shame.Â
Sunghoon knew he needed another presence in this house but upon seeing you again, he knew it may have been a mistake.Â
He likes to think of himself as level headed. Heâs never gotten into any trouble, never had a stray thought, never cheated, lied, or stole anything. He canât think of a single thing that heâs done in life to be considered taboo. But looking at you feelsâŠincorrect?
Indecent?Â
Youâre his step-daughter for fuck sake but itâs the fact that you donât feel like you are. When he looks at you, he just sees another person. He did this to help you, he did this to feel needed, to be your fucking father.Â
He did not do this to look at you this way or to feel his eye stray even without his intention.
Why do you look so much like her? Why do you do that thing with your pinky when you carry things like she did? You even have a similar smell, probably having picked up on your motherâs habits throughout childhood.Â
You being hereâŠItâs like sheâs still here. Except itâs you, and he canât be thinking this way.Â
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hi again, teehee. my request is just reader and scara who are enemies that got forced on a road trip by their mutual friends. the two are sitting at the back of the van, but reader has to sit on his lap cause theres not enough people!! that leads to reader cockwarming scara pretty dejectedly, cause she wanted a peaceful car ride; which ended up with her squirming in discomfort on his cock!! but of course, no one can see them cause they still have their clothes on!! byebyee đ«¶
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scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. cockwarming. some humor. enemies to lovers. a bit of degrading sexting.
this request was a fun challenge for me to write since the situation doesn't offer room for dialogueđ
scaramouche hates you for a number of reasons. he hates that you smell good all the time. hates how your hair always looks so pullable. hates how soft your skin looks. hates how hard he can feel himself getting when argue back with him, and call him out on being on an asshole when he is in fact being an asshole.
and you hate scaramouche for plenty of very valid reasons. he is selfish, arrogant, and incredibly egotistical. rude and a bit self absorbed. you swore he purposely picked fights with people because he thought it was fun. he legit stuck his tongue out at like child, with this stupid fucking smirk that just wanted to kiss right off his face.
normally, you like being a passenger on road trips at night. there was just something so peaceful about just sitting and looking out the window and listening to music.
unfortunately for you, you got to enjoy none of those things.
sometimes, with road trips more people ended up coming along than there was even room for. which in turn left you sitting in scaramouche's lap. you are sore, there are so many so many ways you could sit in someone's lap. all you wanted to do was get to the hotel, check into your room and fall asleep cuddling your jeff the shark plush.
and to top it all off, scaramouche would not stop texting you. he was impossible to ignore, especially when he could clearly see you were trying to ignore him.
'you know, you can turn the other way if you want. i can brace my arm behind your back or you could rest it on my shoulder. or i could brace my arm behind your back,' you grit your teeth reading scaramouche's text message.
thing is he wasn't being nice. doing any of that would require you straddling him. this wasn't the first text you'd gotten from him like this. he much preferred this position. he could feel the heat between your legs right on his cock. the bumps in the road were easily felt sitting in the back of the van, shifting you in his lap and causing you inadvertently rub on his cock.
'are you cold?'
you sighed and texted back 'i am good sitting the way i am, thanks. and no, i am not cold.'
'okay, well i am so grab the blanket for me.'
you reached over and yanked the blanket back to you over the seat, and threw it at him. "the hell you are cold," you said your first words in hours outloud. you swore you heard him laughing even though you had ear buds in.
scaramouche maneuvered the blanket around the both of you. he wasn't an idiot, in fact he was very sure of a lot of things. you were undoubtedly sore, especially in your neck and back. and you are most definitely cold. you would have to change positions sooner or later.
you felt your phone vibrate in your hand again. 'look i am not exactly comfortable either.'
'didn't say you were.' you texted back, squirming a little in his lap. your body had been crying for awhile for you to change positions. you sighed heavily and moved so that you are straddling him. for the third time that night.
scaramouche sincerely thanked whatever stars aligned in his favor for the fact that you'd chose to wear a skirt that day, which was no doubt hiked up more than little hidden underneath the blanket. he was positive he could feel your panties up against his jeans, especially when the van went over a bump. especially.
'exactly, what with you grinding on my lap,' came another text.
you rolled your eyes, your hand tightening on your phone. 'oh like i plan every bump in the road,' you were more than aware of him between your legs, and feeling he was hard at times was unavoidable. and top it all off your phone battery was half way drained, being sucked up by scaramouche's texts.
you heard him sigh as a bump shifted you in his lap. 'you sure sound comfortable.' you texted.
'awfully concentrated on me, aren't we? you like this, don't you? or maybe you have thought about this?' you knew his text was a taunt. he knew he was close to stamping on your very last nerve.
'get over yourself.' he could feel how scathing your text was. and it was such a turn on for him.
'you really haven't thought about fucking me? not even once? be honest.' you grit your teeth, and looked up at him to see him raising at you with a smirk on his face. god he is so smug.
'no,' your response was quick and simple. but truth is, you had. you hated how smug he looked just knowing he was right. you had spent some long night thinking about him. shamelessly.
'i don't mind being in this position,' you admitted in a text back, feeling a little bad about how snappy you'd sounded. you thought he felt pretty good between your legs, becoming more than a little away of thick he really is. 'yes, i have thought about it,' your heart pounded realizing you had pressed send.
scaramouche looked up, surprised at your text. you hadn't given him a inch this entire time. you look so fucking adorable looking away from your phone screen shyly, an embarrassed flush on your cheeks.
slowly you looked down at your phone when scaramouche texted you again. 'you wanna cock warm me for awhile? it would be more comfortable for both of us.' it was ideal that a blanket was around the both of you.
'..are you serious?' you texted back, hardly believing how this had happened. your pussy has clenched just reading the text, as infuriating as his text was. scaramouche was making you realize how touch starved you were.
' ...yes.' you texted back. he made you realize just how badly you wanted his cock inside of you. you squirmed knowing it was probably going to be uncomfortable after a few hours, but the thought was making you wet.
scaramouche knew in a few hours you wouldn't care how uncomfortable it felt. you wouldn't feel any discomfort. you would be wet and squirming, soaking on his cock because the van going over bumps would nudge his cock head into your sweet spot at random consistency. he couldn't fucking wait.
no one noticed you shifting into a position to peel your panties aside, the blanket concealing your movement. to everyone else it would look like you were trying to alleviate stiffness in your muscles from sitting in one position to long.
scaramouche freed his now straining cock from his jeans, silently swallowing a groan as he maneuvered his cock inside of you. you lowered yourself back down into his lap. it helped he saw the struggle to not make noise in your eyes as his stretched you apart.
'remember to keep quiet, slut. or everyone will hear how good you feel to finally have my cock inside you,' your pussy clenched reading his degrading text. texts he kept on sending you. the van went over a well placed bump, nudging his cock right into your sweet spot.
your toes curled as you squirmed a little. scaramouche on the other hand was in heaven. his cock was finally inside the girl of his dreams in a very erotic way. he could sit back and enjoy your tight warmth squeezing around his cock, your pussy oozing juices feeling it throb.
he couldn't resist idly playing with your clit underneath the blanket while he scrolled through his phone. you had to thankful to be turned away from everyone. the throbbing in your swollen clit was almost unbearable, making his cock feel twice as good inside of you.
'go ahead, kitten. roll your hips a little, no one will notice. it will make you feel better.' he pinched your clit, wagging his finger on the sensitive nub while he texted you with one hand.
the shock of pleasure made your thighs quake under the blanket. you moaned loud in your head as your hips twitched to roll down onto his cock.
'you slut. fuck that felt good. do that too much and i am gonna cum inside you.' scaramouche texted back.
your breath hitched in your throat reading his text. more wet pooled onto your pussy reading his text. your hand shook as you texted back 'promise?' you could barely even think with his cock buried that deep inside you. you want to rub and grind against him, nuzzling his neck and licking at his mouth submissively while you told him how good his cock felt.
his response was quick. 'when we checked in at the hotel, you are coming to my room and i am fucking you raw.'
'yes, please.' you texted back. he knew you couldn't wait judging from how tight your pussy felt on his cock.
scaramouche gave you break after awhile. he would have to have his cock back in his pants well before arriving at the hotel. he kept you straddling his lap though.
#genshin impact#genshin smut#fem!reader#genshin imagines#modern au#scaramouche#scaramouche smut#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche x y/n#scaramouche x you
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âđâËâč⥠RAFE + THE !READERâS AND THEIR KINKS
warnings: dark content ahead! please do not read if you donât feel comfortable with any of the kinks listed!
a/n: some of these might not be considered âkinksâ but instead things that both rafe and !reader may particularly enjoy. special thank you to @nemesyaaa for giving me this idea and always listening to my rambles <3333 consider this my christmas gift to you à«źê° Ë¶âą àŒ âąË¶ê±á âĄ
wc: 5.0k
â.á bambi!reader
cnc: these two have a meeting and go over all of their fantasies. while bambiâs suggestions are more tame, rafe is going all out, suggesting that he kidnaps her, holds her at gun/knife point, along with making another safe word just for the sole purpose of dismissing it. heâs covering bambiâs mouth while sheâs screaming for him to get off of her, fucking her with so much force that her body scoots up on whatever surface rafe has her on. sheâs pushing away, or trying to at least, and rafe is just so much stronger than her that he doesnât budge. âlook at you, so pathetic and weak..â rafe would laugh at her, making her cry as she helplessly took his cock.
rope play: no one can convince me that rafe wasnât a boy scout when he was little. heâs very knowledgeable of different knots and ties and made it a point to start experimenting with you, tying you up in grotesque positions purely for his enjoyment. even tying your arms behind your back in intricate weaves was enough to get him going. heâd take full advantage of you in your restraints, fucking you past overstimulation, the mixture of pleasure and pain making you cry out in both agony and bliss. your fingers would gradually grow numb, along with the rest of your body until rafe untied you, indents from the rope adorning your flesh.
outdoor sex: an innocent little picnic can quickly turn into rafe pushing your head into the grass while he fists your panties, dragging them down your thighs before bunching your dress up and slamming into you without warning. he canât quite pin point when this became a âthingâ between you two, but fuck he knew you loved it. maybe it was because of the scenery or being far away from anyone being able to see or hear you two, but sex out in the middle of nowhere was thrilling for you both. bambi already spent a lot of her time outside, so whenever rafe would join her and do what he does best; making her cum around his cock, it was like her two favorite worlds collided.
asphyxiation: this was first done on accident when rafe was fucking your throat and smothering your face at the same time. seeing the way you gasped for air after he pulled you off of his cock was nothing short of gratifying. but seeing the way you were eager to do it again was even better. from that point forward he would do anything and everything to cut off your intake of air. covering your nose when you sucked him off, choking you during sex until you were on the verge of blacking out, pinning you down by your neck so your windpipe was being crushed. of course he educated both you and himself, and took your little taps of surrender very seriously.
predator/prey: the thrill of the hunt and the chase was like no other. whether rafe was chasing bambi in tanneyhill or outside at night time, the promise of getting to do whatever he wanted to her if he captured her was all the encouragement he needed. sheâd be hiding, goosebumps spreading across her skin once she couldnât see rafe anymore. little did she know, he was already creeping up from behind her, a rough hand clamping over her mouth before she could scream. rafe is grunting threats in her ear while she thrashes against him, telling her that sheâs powerless and fighting against him is useless. of course, once he has her held down, sheâs completely at his mercy.
â.á sheep!reader
slapping: whether rafe is slapping the swells of your tits, the fleshy globes of your ass, or your poor overstimulated clit, he loves seeing your body jolt at his touch. he especially likes slapping you in the face when heâs pounding into you, the small flash of hurt passing over your features shooting straight to his cock. heâs smiling while youâre flinching every time he picks his hand up, his large palm meeting your soft skin with a harsh smack! he knows youâre far too timid and shy to tell him to stop, small whimpers leaving your lips at the stinging sensation. once heâs done with you, your skin is raw and sensitive to the touch, rafe always making sure to soothe you and comfort you afterwards.
corruption: you were just a pretty, clueless virgin when he met you, and still pretty and clueless after he broke you in. rafe still seeâs you as a saint even when heâs fingering you to tears, your tight walls spasming around his digits. he treats every time like itâs your first time all overs again, the idea of getting you addicted to his cock was enough to make him cum. he loved to see the confused, yet desperate plea in your eyes for him to turn you inside out. the fact that heâs the only one who has ever seen you unravel makes his chest fill with pride. to know that heâs the one who turned you into a cock-hungry slut to begin with does wonders for his ego.
dacryphilia: rafe does things to purposely make sheep cry. pinching her clit, fucking her so hard that his tip is nudging her cervix with every thrust, grabbing her cheeks and squeezing them together with a bruising grip, he loves seeing those sparkly eyes watering with tears. if he has you on your knees, he wonât stop fucking your throat until you have tears running down your neck and chest. rafe thinks sheep looks prettiest when sheâs an utter mess, tear-stained cheeks and swollen lips are his favorite look on her. even when sheâs crying and upset about something, he canât help but guide her hand to his aching length, promising her that sheâll feel better once she makes him cum.
orgasm denial: the way that rafe keeps sheep needy and ready to fuck whenever he wants is by denying her orgasms. waiting until her eyes are rolling to the back of her head before pulling away and making her clench around nothing. ânononono, please, rafe! i need it!â sheâs clinging onto him, trying to keep him near as much as she could before heâs swatting her hands away. âgotta keep you on your toes, âdoll.â heâs rough when he holds her down, stroking himself until heâs painting her tummy with his seed. sexually frustrated and sad that he didnât fill her up instead, sheâs bending to his every will later on when he wants to go for round two.
overstimulation: if sheep isnât getting denied an orgasm, sheâs getting a load of them until sheâs physically trying to run away from rafe. while heâs doing everything he can to keep her cumming, sheâs convulsing, shaking and trembling, writhing in pain as rafe works her poor, sensitive bud. using his fingers, tongue and cock, he tells sheep to keep count and if she messes up then he has to start from zero again. sheep is brainless after the first three, her train of thought being completely gone as rafe fights with her to keep her thighs open. âno more, no more, no more..â sheâs repeating it like a mantra, rafe ignoring her pleas for him to stop.
â.á latina!kook!reader
praise: rafe is having a hard time believing that his favorite latina is even letting him touch her, so heâs doing everything he can to remember this moment. heâs telling you how good your perfume smells, marveling at how soft your skin feels under his touch, admiring and staring at your body in awe as if to remember every curve and detail. youâre looking in his eyes while he raves about never seeing someone as beautiful as you. âyouâre so fucking gorgeous, holy shit.â rafe is in disbelief when he finally gets you out of your clothes, his eyes instinctively blinking as he didnât know what to take in first.. your angelic face, show-stopping tits, or glistening pussy.
language: hearing you speak in your mother tongue is going to do it for rafe every single time. whether youâre cursing at him or grabbing him through his pants, whispering; âlo quiero, papiâ i want it, daddy..â his cock springs up at the sound of your voice. youâve taught him enough spanish for him to reply to certain things, your favorite phrase of his being, âmĂrame, muñecaâ look at me, doll.â when youâre shying away from the intensity of his gaze. rafe loved hearing all the words falling from your lips, especially when a particular thrust of his hips made your voice crack at the end of your sentences. âkeep talking to me, hermosaâ beautiful, i need to hear you.â
mirror sex: you didnât have not one bad side. in rafeâs eyes you were absolutely flawless. after the first time you two had sex, he knew immediately that he needed to see you at every angle. getting a mirror installed on the ceiling right above his bed was the first step, then it was a mirrored headboard.. and then two full length mirrors that sat in the opposite corners of his room. the man was obsessed with watching you. if he had you in doggy, he could still get a full view of your face twisting in pleasure along with the bounce of your tits. on days where you wanted to ride him, heâd watch in awe as the globes of your ass met his thighs with a ripple effect adorning the fleshy skin.
body worship: similar to praise, rafe is whispering sweet nothings against your skin, his hands working to massage your calves as he presses kisses to your thighs. heâs holding onto you, eyes closed as he takes in your scent. âyouâre so perfect.â rafe sounds like a broken record as he kisses your knuckles, and up your arm to the curve of your shoulder until he finally gets to your lips. his hands are roaming your body even as heâs inside of you, his soft touch a stark contrast to his hard thrusts. not a single inch of your body goes untouched by this man. he pays attention to every single thing, from the crown of your head down to the tips of your toes, he makes sure you feel like a goddess at all times.
tit fucking: having both your tits and your face in his line of vision is a surely a sight to behold. heâs delirious as you gaze up at him, the tip of his cock emerging from between your tits before meeting your tongue. despite you moving yourself up and down, rafe is thrusting from beneath you, the slick sound of his precum making both of you moan. âah, fuck!â his hips are stuttering everytime you manage to wrap your lips around the tip, his cock twitching with need as you stroke him with ease. he loves seeing the way your lashes flutter up at him when he finishes across your chest, watching with lust-filled eyes as you swipe some of his seed with a manicured finger before popping the digit into your mouth with a smile.
â.á bitchy!kook!reader
choking: while rafe loves to choke you in order for you to keep your sassy remarks to yourself, he nearly loses it when you take charge and wrap your hand around the column of his throat instead. he loves the push and pull of your shared dynamic. when he has you pinned down by your neck, itâs useless to deem it a punishment since you always end up liking the pain more than the pleasure. rafe canât help but curse to himself at the sight of the smirk adorning your lips when heâs cutting off your airway. âno way youâre loving this shit right now..â both of your voices are hoarse once youâre done with each other, the sound making you two look at each other smugly.
hate sex: you two mastered this before everything else. fucking when you were enemies and nothing more was like a fever dream, both of you fighting to use each other for no other reason besides getting off. youâd push rafe down, bouncing on his cock to keep him from having his way with you, only for him to have your face pressed into the pillows moments later. you two didnât care if the other felt good or not, it was purely just your way of taking out all of the pent up anger and frustration you two had for eachother. youâd curse at him before he crashed his lips into yours, telling you to âshut the fuck up for once and just use your mouth for what itâs supposed to be.â as he forced you down onto your knees.
impact play: if you and rafe werenât hitting and shoving each other into his room when you wanted to jump each otherâs bones then you werenât doing it right. slamming you against the wall while he was inside of you, slapping him across the face when he did something a little too hard, it was all apart of your little dance together and you two fucking lived for it. rafe loved that he didnât have to be so soft and gentle with you, and even more so when he found someone who finally didnât treat him like he was made of glass and used the same force against him. the roughness and complete disregard for one anotherâs feelings in those very moments was addicting to say the least.
degradation: this was bitchy!kook!readerâs specialty. telling rafe how stupid and pathetic he is for spamming her phone with desperate texts, telling him heâs worthless and that the only thing heâs good for is being her boy toy. sheâs bringing up the times when rafe was begging her to let him eat her out, calling him names and laughing in his face when he looks the slightest bit embarrassed. rafe isnât letting up on you either, heâs cussing in your ear, calling you a bitch and a âspoiled fuckinâ bratâ as he folds you in half. both of you revel in the weight of your insults, the words only making both of you needy to prove the other wrong. âjust shut your fucking mouth already..â
possessiveness: despite âhatingâ each other, thereâs nothing neither of you hated more than seeing each other in close proximity with someone else. rafe hated your friends, all of them always trying to introduce someone to you in hopes that they could get you to leave rafe alone once and for all. of course, later on that night when the party is over and the place is cleared, heâs pounding into you like he has something to prove. âyouâre fuckinâ stupid if you thought i was gonna let you leave with that asshole.â he has you in a head lock, his toned stomach smacking the back of your ass as he choked you out with his bicep. âno one else could ever make you feel like this.â
â.á bitchy!pogue!reader
recording: sheâs rafeâs personal pornstar without a doubt. bitchy!pogue!reader knows she looks amazing every second of the day, even when her mouth is full of cock, so when she seeâs rafe pull out his camera, sheâs really giving him a show. âyou fuckinâ slut, i could make millions off of you..â rafe would say after she made him cum on her face and tits. rafe loved to keep documentation of bitchy!pogue!reader almost begging to tears for rafe to fuck her already, the footage coming in handy when she decides to wake up with an attitude and tells him that heâs lucky that you even let him fuck, let alone talk to you. he has the camera in your face the same night, grunting out âaww whatâs wrong? âstill think youâre too good for this cock now?â
rough sex: these two turn ârough sexâ into an umbrella term with all of the depraved shit that they do. smacking your skin until youâre bruised, scratching rafe until you draw blood, thrusting into you so hard that you let out a shriek with every stroke of his hips, and this isnât including all of the choking, biting, and hair pulling that both of you do while youâre at it. rafe is ruthless in the bedroom, often leaving you bedridden by the time heâs done plowing into your poor, sensitive cunt. this was what regular sex was like between you two, and you wouldnât have it any other way. it drove rafe crazy to know that you were so willing and just as sick and twisted as him to take his shit.
humiliation: this was a two way street for both you and rafe. he would say that he could never be seen with a stripper on his arm since he was sure the entire island had already been with you before, and you would say that you wouldnât want to be seen with a pathetic loser with daddy issues and a drug problem to cope, anyways. both of you knew that the shit talking that you were doing was only foreplay for the activities you were going to do later. sure enough, heâs taking you in the country club bathroom, all of the grand parents there staring at your provocative outfit in disbelief. âplease donât make me moan loud..â youâd whimper, rafe wrapping a fist in your hair. ânah, youâre gonna let this whole club know that youâre nothing but an easy hooker.â
face fucking: once rafe got started on this, it was never-ending. heâd have you on your knees wherever you two were at, forcing you to keep your hands behind your back as he used your throat like a cock sleeve. heâs pulling at the roots of your hair with a strangled groan, the sound of his length sliding in and out from between your lips making his eyes roll to the back of his head. itâs messy and sticky, your cheeks full of tears as spit and precum dribble down your chin, your jaw aching for a break. âfuck, just look at you.. âbet you donât have shit to bitch about now, do you?â still managing to roll your eyes at him, rafe chuckles to himself before picking up his pace.
dumbification: your walls are fluttering around rafeâs cock when he tells you things like; âyouâre a dumb, stupid, slut who doesnât know how to do anything except take dick.â and calling you a brainless bimbo with nothing but tits for brains. youâre nodding along to his words, not caring about how much heâs dumbing you down. in this very moment, with his hips slamming into yours, you were brainless.. not a single thought behind your fucked out gaze. âjust prancing around in your heels like a clueless fuckinâ bunny, not knowing shit..â heâs delivering each word with a punctuated thrust, your back arching into his chest when you feel the rough pads of his fingers on your sensitive clit.
â.á kook!sweetheart!reader
sexting: boyyyy you two can sext for hours at a time. once the clock hits ten and your phone dings with a âyou up, beautiful?â from none other than rafe himself, youâre faking a yawn and telling your parents youâre gonna cut the movie short tonight because youâre so sleepy. as soon as youâre laid in your bed, your room door locked until further notice, youâre sending rafe all the pretty nudes you took for him since the last time you two sexted. rafe is fisting his cock as your pictures come in one by one, his bottom lip pulled haphazardly between his teeth to keep himself from moaning out loud. in return, rafe is also sending you pictures of himself. shirtless gym pics, his bulges when he wakes up thinking about you, and your personal favorite; his bare cock and the aftermath of stroking himself to your sexy photos.
lingerie: this was only fitting considering you were a whole designer with your own lingerie brand. rafe hadnât really developed his kink for fucking you in your lingerie until you started surprising him, the lace and sometimes satin material looking just gorgeous against your skin. besides the obvious fact that you looked stunning in your sets, he thinks the reason why he appreciated it a lot more is because he knows you thought about him when choosing which one to wear. âdo you like it?â was possibly the most dumbest question you couldâve ever asked him. of course, you got your answer when he pulled you on top of him, moving your panties over to the side before slamming you down onto his length.
cum play: rafe died and came back to life when he watched you smear his cum over your lips the first time you took his length into your mouth. and then he died again on a separate occasion when he came on your tits, your pretty manicured fingers swirling his seed over your sensitive buds. now every time he finished, if it wasnât inside of you, he watched with a bated breath as you tasted him before pulling him down into a kiss. your tongues clashed, both of you moaning as you made out with his cum in your mouths. you shared spit, making a mess out of each other until you were begging him to cum again. âplease, i want more, rafe..â
pussy eating: he needs it. he needs to have kook!sweetheart!readerâs thighs locked down to his shoulders while he works his skillful tongue on her pussy. sheâs whimpering above him, wrapping her hands around his large fingers as he gently circles her clit. rafe is easily eating her out for an hour before another hour passes and sheâs a mess. having orgasmed at least ten times, rafe is very controlled and knows how to bring her up before pushing her over the edge and letting her fall ever so graciously into another orgasm one after the other. the lower half of his face is soaked, and when he looks up at you from between your thighs, the sight of him is burned into your mind forever.
cockwarming: one of rafeâs favorites. whenever you and rafe are in the bliss of aftercare, he stays nestled inside of you, both of you kissing each other lazily while he rubbed soothing circles into your skin. âthink you could keep still?â you teased, rafe laughing softly as you clenched around him, almost as if to provoke him to move. not even ten minutes later, youâre slowly circling your hips, desperate for any kind of friction while rafe holds you in place. âi knew you were gonna put out.â rafe groaned, moving gently as he rolled over on top of you. ignoring him, you dug your heels into his lower back, prompting him to keep going. âyeah, yeah, just fuck meâ oh!â
â.á farmerâs!daughter!reader
size kink: cowboy!rafe is hugeee, and (un)fortunately for you, also hung like a fucking horse. his entire body envelopes yours when heâs on top of you, only half of his cock fitting inside of you before heâs forcing you to take the whole thing. feeling like his length and the sheer girth of him is splitting you open, youâre looking down at where you two are connected, your eyes wide as you see what looks like a belly bulge coming up from under your flesh. âohmygodohmygodohmygod!â youâre delirious as the big, strong man above you drills into you at an unforgiving speed. his hand is large enough to wrap around the entirety of your neck, your chest caving in once you felt the band in your tummy snap.
dirty talk: rafe knew exactly what to say in order to get your cheeks heating. âyou donât think i know wet you are right now? i bet i could slip right in yaâ..â youâre gasping at the lewdness of his words, hiding your face from his view as he stroked the exposed flesh of your waist. âray!â you laughed nervously, both of you hiding in his little house that was in the back of your own. âyou know iâm right.. thatâs why youâre getting all shy on me right now.â he scoots closer, his lips trailing along your collarbone. âlet me take this shirt off, âget these tits in my mouth.â being around a horny cowboy wasnât good for your heart. âoh, my word! your mouth is filthy!â
daddy kink: the basis of you and rafeâs relationship was that you were together secretly, your father forbidding rafe from dating you, let alone looking in your direction. he wasnât fond of your dad for that very reason. every time heâs asking you who your pussy belongs to, heâs forcing you to refer to him as a different name other than his own. âyou, daddy! oh, fuck, i belong to you!â youâre crying out, the name falling from your lips before you could stop it. the fact that he had you, the farmerâs daughter, in his bed, calling him daddy when he knew your actual father hated him, stroked his ego more than your cunt did. âyeah, iâm your daddy? say it again.â you oblige, your eyes screwing shut as the plap of your ass against his thighs echoed in your ears.
mating press: seeing your glossy eyes gaze up at him while he had your knees pressed to your chest was hands down one of his favorite sights. with the back of his hands sitting underneath your hips, your lower half was slightly elevated, your needy cunt guaranteed to take all of his cum. in this position, you swore it felt like he was in your tummy. ânghhhâ canât, rafe!â you shook your head, your eyes brimming with tears as he leaned down, taking your lips in a bruising kiss. âshhh, of course you can, sweetheart, youâre doing so good for me right now.â the wet squelch of your cunt made rafe keen, his lips wet with your spit. âgonna fill you up to the fuckinâ brim..â
breeding kink: you dreamed about having cowboy!rafeâs babies, both of you always talking about having little ones running around the farm. rafe saw it vividlyâ your pretty round belly, swollen with his seed, a baby on your hip while you greeted him after a full day of work. itâs all he could envision while heâs pumping in and out of you, your sweet moans sounding against his skin. âiâm gonna make you such a pretty mom, baby, you just fuckinâ wait.â he grunted, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he went even deeper inside your cunt. biting back tears, you let out a half-sob as he continuously hit that sensitive spot along your velvety walls. âyouâd want that, right?â rafe still asks even though his mind is already made up. âduh!â
â.á pogue!sweetheart!reader
spanking: rafe blamed your mini skirts for his hyper fixation with your ass. heâd be groping you every chance he could get, the spanking factor coming in when you pretended to drop something one day, your boyfriend wasting no time in draping you over his lap and giving you the attention you were so clearly asking for. he spanked you so hard, you couldnât help but cry out every time his hot palm met your flesh. âyou asked me for this, donât forget that..â he said through gritted teeth, smirking to himself as you continued to let him spank you with an unforgiving force. rafe was always so gentle with you, you loved when he switched things up and disregarded your pain sometimes..
food play: pogue!sweetheart!reader is basically our little strawberry shortcake. always whipping things up in the kitchen with rafe pressed against her ass was bound to lead to some interesting experiments. first it was strawberries, you and rafe sharing one before he dragged the fruit up the curve of your neck, licking the sweet, succulent juice that had dripped down to you chest. the second time around, before you two decided to incorporate it more regularly, you two were having a lazy day, both of you sharing some whipped cream you had made. you had playfully licked some off of rafeâs finger before he got the crazy idea to lick it from other places, too..
cream pie: rafe was obsessed with watching his cum drip out of you. heâd pull out halfway while you were still clenching around him, forcing you to look down so you could see the glorious sight of his twitching cock filling you up before pulling out altogether. you two would wait with bated breathâs, a moan leaving your lips as you felt the warm ropes of cum slowly drip out of your entrance. rafeâs chest would be rising and falling as he used the tip of his cock to smear his seed up and down your folds, even taking the time to circle your sensitive clit. âoh, fuck, this is amazing..â heâd marvel, gathering the sticky succulence before pushing it back into you.
marathon sex: with pogue!sweetheart!readerâs camper being far away from everyone on the island, it was like you and rafe were dead to the world as you moaned and screamed as loud as you wanted. completely losing the concept of time, you and rafe went at it until someone tapped out, neither of you tiring easily when you were too busy getting thrown over the edge time and time again. one night in particular, you and rafe were doing what you usually did before bed, your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusted into you and you just couldnât get enough. both of you kept going without any intentions of stopping. it wasnât until rafe finally called it that you two noticed the blue morning sky peeking through your curtains that you realized you had just fucked for hourssss
soft/vanilla sex: rafe loved taking his time with you, especially because he knew you were sentimental about everything. holding your hands while his head was working between your thighs, looking into your eyes the whole time he was pounding into you, the gentle touches against your skin as he hoisted you up further onto your bed, it was all his way of handling you with care. heâd peck the tip of your nose when you were cumming, his fingers bringing you down from your high as he held you against his chest. whispering praises in your ear, rafe wouldnât start aftercare until you were gazing up at him lovingly, and that was even sweeter.
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Second Time's The Charm: Christmas
Alexia Putellas x Reader
Summary: Christmas in the STTC Universe
"Alexia!" Mapi shrieks," Alexia! Stop ignoring me! Alexia!"
Alexia hums to herself, hunched over her phone as she scrolls through another website.
Mapi, however, forces her way through mountains and mountains of stacked boxes to get to the other side of the room.
The locker room is covered in boxes from top to bottom with some even crammed into areas that they really shouldn't be able to be forced into.
"Ale! Alexia!"
Alexia looks up in shock. "Oh! Mapi! When did you get here?"
"About ten minutes ago! Which you would know if you didn't have this place stocked up like the back room of a shoe shop!"
Alexia frowns. "What do you mean? There's only five boxes of shoes here."
"I wasn't being literal!" Mapi snaps before massaging her temples with her hands. "What is all this stuff?! And why is it here?!"
"They're presents," Alexia says it like Mapi's dumb," For Christmas."
"Obviously but why are they here?"
"Well, I couldn't leave them at home. Maya's in that exploring stage so she'd get curious and try to look through them. And Elena's learning to crawl and this stuff would just get in way."
"So you thought that you would put all the presents for your whole family in here? With us?"
"No," Alexia scoffs," Don't be silly, Mapi."
"This is only temporary then? Thank god because I-"
"This is only Maya's gifts. Elena's are in one of the meeting rooms and y/n's are hidden at Alba's...Mapi? Are you okay? Your face is turning an odd colour."
Mapi's dramatic walk off is hindered somewhat by smacking her nose straight into a pile of boxes and nearly falling back into another one but, eventually, she manages to storm out and straight upstairs to your office.
You're sitting in your desk chair, looking through player health files or something when the door is slammed open.
"Your wife is crazy!"
"And hello to you too, Mapi. Come on in!"
"Crazy!" Mapi repeats, pacing in short, aggravated circles," She's crazy! The locker room is covered! Covered! In Christmas presents for your daughter! You have to get her to stop!"
You don't have a time to reply because the door swings open again and Alexia bursts in.
"Amor!" She cries," I found the cutest little booties for Elena! Look! Look!"
"No..." Mapi says softly," No...This-This can't be happening..."
"They're so cute!" You tell Alexia with equal enthusiasm," She'll love them so much! Order them! Order them!"
Alexia types in the delivery address and her card details and orders it happily before looking up.
"Where did Mapi go?"
It's a question that neither of you really dwell on that much as you show Alexia your own present ideas.
Wrapping the presents the night before isn't an easy task and you get the feeling that you and Alexia might have gone just a bit overboard. It's only a fleeting thought as you and Alexia wrap the boxes and tie them off with bows, writing sweet messages to your daughters on them even though neither of them can read just yet.
"We're all sleeping together tonight, right?" Alexia asks as she finishes off her last present, placing it in Elena's sizable pile.
"Us and the girls, definitely," You agree," I'm not sure if you'll get all the dogs and Mr Stinky in bed with us."
Mr Stinky looks up from his spot on the special pillow that's reserved just for him on the sofa. The tumours on his body have gotten much bigger now and he's getting weaker and weaker by the day.
He's got one more scan to come back to see if anything can be done but this could be his very last Christmas.
"Mr Stinky won't mind," Alexia assures you," He loves cuddling in our bed."
"And Lady?"
"Lady loves cuddling too!"
"And Sinky and his sisters?"
Alexia purses her lips. The puppies are still a bit wild and excitable at times, none of them ever content to just stay in one place even though the bed is more than big enough for everyone to fit into it.
"We'll leave the bedroom door open," Alexia says sagely, nodding her head like she's just cracked the secrets of the universe," So they can come in if they want."
"Alright," You say, standing up and stretching your back," I'm going to bring Mr Stinky up and then grab Elena. You'll let the dogs out one last time and get Maya?"
Alexia nods, drawing you back for a moment by your waist to press a kiss to your lips.
"I will, amor."
"Good," You say," And hurry up."
Alexia nods along with a smile, already heading to open the back door for the dogs.
Your footsteps approaching again makes Alexia turn and you speak directly in her ear.
"And I've got a very special present for you tomorrow when the girls have gone to sleep."
"Oh?"
You giggle right in her ear, low and sultry. "You're going to have a lot of fun unwrapping me for Christmas."
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car sex w rapper!chris while his music plays in the backround
â.Ëâź rapper!chris' favorite music to fuck to is none other than his own
"yeah, jus' keep ridin' like that mama," chris gasps from below you, your fresh acrylics digging into the fabric of his hoodie on his chest as you bounce on his cock. your mouth is stuck in an 'o' shape as you whimper and gasp, chris' hands on your ass guiding you up and down his lengthy dick.
all that can be heard in his rolls royce is your asscheeks clapping against his pelvis, the lewd noises escaping both of your mouths, and one of his new songs which features travis scott, 'sdp interlude' blaring through the luxurious car.
"c'mon, faster, y'got it," chris grunts softly, cupping your face as you throw your head back and pulling it to look at him as he breathes heavily, "go a lil' faster f'me."
you nod, panting gently as you get a better position above him, crossing your arms around his shoulders as you pick up the pace. it instantly makes you gasp, followed by a dragged out whine right in his ear that makes his cock twitch inside you.
"atta girl, look at you," chris coos through a wicked grin, placing a hand back on your ass as the other rides your hoodie up and over your tits, "takin' that dick so good."
"chris," you whimper, the sound of his voice booming through the speakers in a hazy beat echoing in your ears which turns you on even more. you can feel your slick dripping down your skin, pooling around his cock as your face twists deeper in ecstasy, sticky lashes fluttering open just enough to see how fogged the windows are.
"feels so good, pussy's wet as fuck," chris grunts, hissing in pleasure as his hips begin thrusting up into you, leaning his face forward to take one of your hardened nipples into his mouth.
your hands latch onto his messy waves, burying your pretty face in them as you moan softly, "c-chris," you whine into his hair, eyes pinched shut in pleasure. your hips begin to burn, your body slumping against him as you moan.
"tired baby?" chris smirks, looking up at you through hooded eyes and you nod into his hair. he hums, placing both hands on your ass as he adjusts his position below you, "i gotchu ma, jus' sit like that f'me."
he begins to thrust his hips up into you, faster, harder, making the car shake, his song echoing in your ears as you begin crying out in pleasure and sinking your nails into his hair.
you're speechless, his thick cock pounding into your leaky cunt repeatedly making you drown in ecstasy, your gummy walls immediately beginning to clench around him lewdly.
chris grunts, panting against your neck as he begins nipping and sucking wet hickeys into the warm skin, his pace not letting up for a second. "shiiit keep takin' it deep baby, cum all on this cock, wanna feel you," he groans as his thrusts get sloppier and quicker, letting you both know he's just as close as you are.
your body wastes no time in doing just that. a loud wail of pleasure leaves your open mouth, your knuckles white as you grip his hair tighter, thighs shaking on either side of him as your orgasm rips through your heated body relentlessly. seeing you cum like that sends him over the edge with you, a deep grunt of your name leaving his lips just as his song fades out.
thank you for reading! <3
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hey. look at us. yes, you, the person or persons reading this blog right now. you. are. not. broken.
even if youre hurting right now, even if the world is scary, or overwhelming, or exhausting, you are not broken.
even if its painful to get out of bed, you are not broken.
even if your blood family yells at you about all the ways you dont do what you're supposed to, you are not broken.
take it from some folks who grew up in some really shitty circumstances, joy and love can be in store for you, so please just keep living, if not for yourself then for these internet strangers right here who care.
P.S. - oh and if youre not having fun scrolling tumblr right now, put your phone down. go do something else. journal, read, do some hobbies, put on a tv show, go outside and spend time with friends if thats an option. youll thank yourself later for it if you've got the spare spoons to.
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come online.
pairing streamer!lando x reader
warnings virtual exhibitionism (?), oral (m receiving), use of curse words and obviously smut
playlist nervous - the nbhd / a little death - the nbhd / sex money feelings die - lykke li
synopsis you decide to have a little fun while your boyfriendâs streaming
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
âMate, what the fuck are you doing?â
Maxâs voice echoes in Landoâs headphones, distracting him from the only thing heâs focused onâ you.
You look up at him from under the desk, unusually cold fingertips trailing up the distressed manâs thighs. Heâs been trying his hardest not to break, to not show that youâve been teasing him for the past eight minutes, with your hands ghosting over his bulge, softly tracing his thighs or the addicting way you lick your pretty lips.
âThe game lagged.â He makes up an excuse for the awful few shots he placed in the surrounding trees, instead of the enemy. You stifle a giggle at his successful lie, fingers still toying with the hemline of his shorts.
Max rolls his eyes. âYouâre just bad at the game.â
Lando ignores Maxâs comment, too busy biting back a moan the second your hands palm him through his boxers. The mere feeling of your slender fingers sliding up his length, already throbbing for the feel of your mouth on him.
Itâs a while before you do anything, and by the time you touch him again, Landoâs focusing on the game with no regard for the pretty girl kneeling in front of him. His fingers hastily press the buttons on his keyboard, eyes intensely tracking any movement on the screen. âI got one,â he says, eyes stuck to the screen.
Lando doesnât react when you trail a finger up his thigh again, this time underneath his shorts. It takes a moment for Lando to notice the gentle tug at his boxers. It takes another moment for him to notice the kisses you place on his thighs, starting at his knee and ending at the base of his dick. His breath hitches when you start licking up his length, taking your sweet time in teasing him, making sure to give him a hard time keeping quiet on call.
Max mutters something, but Landoâs too distracted by your lips softly sucking on his tip to even talk. Heâs aimlessly walking around the area of his game, trying not to get into any trouble both online and in reality. It takes everything in him not to moan when you take his dick into your mouth, softly stroking the part that doesnât fit.
âIâve died.â Lando says, trying to keep his breathing steady while looking down at the view in front of himâ his girl on her knees, taking him even in the virtual presence of others. He never knew you had this side to you, so he was shocked when you suggested the idea of giving him head while heâs playing.
Lando hears a noise in his headphones that indicated someone subscribing to his channel. âMissNorris4? Thatâs an odd username. Thank you for the sub. Appreciate it.â
You freeze. Lando notices it, looking back down at you with a sort of darkness in his eyes. You hadnât known he was on stream, and the notion of that shook you to your core. But it also excited you. How far could you push Lando before he inevitably breaks? How bad would the consequences be? A plethora of questions swirled in your brain, all while you were still toying with the man in front of you.
Lando watched as you stroked him, feeling all his walls come crashing down the second your lips wrapped around his length. He tried his damn best not to show it on stream, but he was a fucking mess. he takes his bottom lip between his teeth the second you start doing that thing with your tongue that always drives him crazy.
It drives him so crazy that he has to focus his attention on not making a face, trying his best to keep his eyes on the screen and read the chat. He canât even speak, the only thing helping the silence from him was the music, that seemed to be awfully fitting for the situation heâs in. He can hear Max complaining about the enemy team, but he canât even laugh about it, his whole career at risk for the mere touch of your lips.
He feels the warmth fill his lower abdomen and knows he wonât be able to get away with the microexpressions turning macro. Eitherway, he risks it. When you quicken your strokes and movement of your head, Lando seeks strength in clinging onto the headrest of his chair, bicep bulging through his black shirt and youâre sure youâll see plenty of pictures of your boyfriend being a pathetic mess.
Itâs fun toying with him. Itâs easy to make him flustered and desperate for you, but it was just as easy to make him so angry heâll fuck you til your legs shake. You contemplate the idea of not letting him cum and instead leaving him to continue the stream with a hard-on or risking the possibility of a moan slipping past his lips and having it circulate the internet til the end of time.
Your decision becomes easier to make when Lando leans back in his chair, the back of his hand covering his mouth while the other is still holding onto the chair for dear life. His pretty eyes are hidden by his tightly shut eyelids, as he tries his best not to let a sound escape his lips.
It takes a few more strokes until heâs throbbing and coming undone. You feel the hot liquid trickle down your throat and you swallow every last drop. The heaving of his chest and silent whimpers donât go unnoticed by you when you pull away and wipe the side of your mouth with your sleeve.
A shy smile plays on your lips when Lando drops his arms into his lap, now covered by the boxers you pulled back up. Heâs a heaving mess, face red and sweaty.
âYou alright, mate?â Max asks, concern lacing his voice as he notices the heavy breathing echoing through his headphones.
Lando looks down at you, biting his bottom lip as he hastily nods. âYeah, never been better. Iâll head out now, got some things I need to take care of. Bye, chat.â
When the stream ends and the only presence in Landoâs room are him and you, he helps you up from the floor and brings you to his bed. You lay down and he lays beside you, hands touring your body and lips never leaving your neck.
Little did he know, his name was trending. And not for the right reasons.
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You could make a Yandere Virgin Viktor, what he would be like if he were in love with his new assistant, but he hasn't declared himself yet..
( I don't know if you make yandere characters, if you can't do that I understand and I'm sorry for this request )
yandere!virgin!viktor who knows â just knows â youâll be the one to take his virginity the instant he lays eyes on you.
heâs been waiting. waiting so long for that special someone to show up â the someone who he could give himself to wholly and completely, with absolutely no regrets.
and you are that person. viktor just knows it.
itâs in the soft way you speak to him, the way your gaze lingers on him from time to time, the occasions when you subtly slide against his front to allow your plump rear to graze his cock â you want to take it, itâs so obvious; you want him to completely lose his mind as he buries himself inside your pussy over and over, as he loses every bit of his innocence with each drag and slide. as you take it from him.
you want to be the one to fuck him up entirely. and anyone could see it, right? itâs not just viktor.
heâs sure sky can see it, more than positive that jayce can too â doesnât miss the way jayce sometimes bristles with jealousy when you snuggle yourself into viktorâs personal space and talk so low itâs like youâre whispering to him (and only him); and viktor doesnât even try to shake off the satisfaction it makes him feel.
youâre his as much as heâs yours.
and thatâs why you donât pull away when his hand âaccidentallyâ grazes your soft chest as he reaches past you to grab something. itâs why you donât bring any focus to the way his eyes practically undress you, despite the fact that youâre very aware of it. itâs why you lean into his touch, why you hug him for a fraction of a second longer than anyone else at the end of the day, why you smile and giggle so much when he talks to you.
viktor knows it, but something is holding him back; maybe itâs fear, maybe itâs doubt, maybe itâs his complete lack of experience â maybe itâs all three rolled into one. even the irrefutable fact that itâs destined by the stars fails to give him the courage to act upon it.
but one day, he will. one day he will bury himself deep inside that hot cunt of yours and lose every bit of sanity and innocence within your walls; heâll fuck you so good that all the waiting will be worth it. heâll give you his everything until you cry from how painfully deep his love is embedded into your bones.
heâll make you see the truth.
but for now, viktor will simply fuck his own fist while he fantasizes about you; eagerly biting into his lip and craving the day he can merge your realities together to create one entirely new, entirely unique to just you two.
because thatâs how itâs meant to be. viktor knows it.
actually my first time ever writing yandere pls be gentle </3 i actually really enjoyed writing this so thank you so much for requesting! gotta get back to the other drafts i have so many jfc thank you all for reading and i love you so much!
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pairing: gojo x fem reader synopsis: crippling debt and possible evictions have ruined you. working two jobs with no downtime, and a five-year-old son, you really don't know the meaning of taking a break. after continuous questions about his father, you have decided to finally let your son meet his dad. only thing is, he has no idea said son exists. and to top it off, you have not a single clue about what kinds of things will transpire from this sudden revelation. wc: 10k tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, fluff, romance, alcohol, classism, mom! reader, lying, abuse, MAJOR angst, slow burn, exes to lovers, (mentions of) cheating, scandals, death, blood, drugs, drama, family drama, miscommunication, blackmail, unhealthy coping mechanisms , depression, manipulation a/n: merry early christmas guys to those who celebrate đ„č series masterlist < previous chapter < next chapter
Christmas is coming up soon. In about two-ish weeks, give or take. In this case, youâre giving. Itâs December 14th, and the days are passing by too fast for your liking. You wish you had more timeâto do a lot of things, actually. Luckily, with your rent being paid along with next monthâs, thatâs given you at least some sort of freedom.Â
You can thank your ex for that.Â
So, youâve been saving for Koji, spending less on yourself. Not like you did much of that in the first place, but still. Again, guilt riddles your insides, insecurities plaguing your mind. Koji has never been a spoiled kid, having grown up quite frugally because of his equally frugal mother. Your tree, something you bargained for at the nearby spot in town that sells trees for the holiday season, is bottom of the barrel. Of course it is, you bargained for it. Sparse areas, branches way too thin and tiny, the height of the entire thing is just about as tall as you are. You keep your box of Christmas decorations so you never have to buy new ones each year. The lights you use are a warm yellow, with a few little bulbs dark because they burnt out. It wraps around your tree in a very messy wayâKojiâs doing. A floppy white star placed at the very top of your tree, just barely holding on.Â
Little pieces of decorations hang from the frail branches: some snowflakes, red and blue balls (Koji said they looked like Spider-Man), and your most favorite one of them all that sits at the top: a picture of you and Koji from a photo booth two years ago. He was only three and you could still carry him then. Chubby cheekbones on display, a wide smile to match. You two are wearing Santa hats, head tilting into his with an equally ecstatic smile. You canât look too long at it before you start getting emotional.Â
So mom of you.Â
Anywho, your point is that while the setup may look dull and even unattractive to most, you still find warmth in it. So does your little boy too. Although he doesnât exactly know better, considering all youâve ever had was skinny trees and years-old decorations, he doesnât complain.Â
Of course, he does ask you sometimes about why the trees in the movies look different or why his friends have entirely decorated houses and you two donât. You bottle it up to a simple, âWell, weâre not like other people, baby.â
He understandsâmost of the time.Â
Even so, he doesnât show disrespect. As long as he spends time with you, getting even just three gifts, itâs all enough for him. So you feel guilty for not giving him the full Christmas experience a child should get, you feel insecure that other people are having the holiday season so much better than you are, and if you could, youâd do anything to ensure Koji has a real Christmas one time. At least once. Itâs the least you can do as his mother, and itâs the least he deserves.Â
Because the holidays are meant for happiness, cheeriness, and family time. All things that feel very forced for you right now.Â
âItâs good to see you again, Y/N.â
Your lips purse, hoping it resembles a smile. But Shoko always reads you easily, dissecting your emotions. âYou too, how have you been?â
âAs good as I can. Late nights, exhausted, seeing someoneâs leg split in half. You know, the usual.â
A small chuckle falls from you, nodding in silence. âIâm glad you were able to do what you want. ER work, right?â
âYep,â Shoko hums, leaning back against the bench, coffee in hand. âThough I did have a friend who helped me get through it all so quickly.â
âReally? Who?â
âCheating.â She smirks behind the rim of her cup.Â
Your eyes roll, sighing as you mimic her posture. It feels odd seeing her again for the first time after so many years. You gathered the courage to text her number, feeling distraught and overwhelmed last night. Right after you sent the text asking her to meet up the next morning, you slightly regretted it. Does she think Iâm weird? What if she says no? God, what is wrong with me?
Your doubts were proved wrong when she replied with a simple âSee youâ. Simplicity was always Shokoâs thing. Something that you almost envied from the woman. You wish you had composure like her. Of course, her life isnât exactly simple considering sheâs dealing with people with broken anything and blood all the time, but you can tell she thoroughly enjoys it. She finds pleasure in her job.Â
Again, this is something youâre also slightly envious of.Â
âSoâŠ.â She finally says after a beat of silence, turning her head over at you. âI want to ask the obvious, but I think Iâll wait. I want to see how youâre doing first.â
You worry your lip between your teeth, peering down at your fiddling fingers. The words are a little hard to get out, and a little embarrassing too. You donât really want to vent to her after years of no contact, but itâs hard not to. At this point, youâre like a broken dam. Spilling and spilling by the minute until you completely break down. âThings could be better. I just have a lot on my mind and what Iâm dealing with.â
She nods in understanding. âLike the articles and stuff?â
You sigh heavily in exhaustion, raising two fingers to rub the space between your brows. âYeah, thatâs one of them. You seen âem?â
âMany people have.â
Of course. âI just donât get it. Why is it such a big deal he has a son no one knew about? Are these kinds of âissuesâ really that important to rich people like him? Like, câmon. Itâs not like he killed a man. He has a son but everyoneâs treating and acting like this is horrendous and astounding news that we should be fearful of.â
Shoko tilts her head, her gaze steady but not intrusive. âRich people thrive on spectacle, you know that. Every little thing becomes a headline, especially when someone like Gojo, Japanâs sexiest man alive of 2024, is involved. Heâs a household name, Y/N.â
You sigh, dragging a hand down your face. You forgot the fact that heâs been given that title. The article popped up on your Google just yesterday, giving in and tapping on it. The first picture that greets you is a very intimate, black-and-white picture of Satoru shirtless, with unbelted pants. He wasnât looking at the camera in that one, but the way his arms were raised, accentuating his biceps made you feel a tiny throb. The first of many from that photoshoot the article included. âBut why does it have to be this? Why is it such a scandal that he has a kid? Like, what are they even expecting from us? An apology? A press conference where we swear to never let it happen again?â
Shokoâs smirk is faint but wry. âYou think logic applies here? The higher the pedestal, the harsher the fall. Gojoâs not just richâheâs Gojo. Untouchable, perfect, untamed. Add a secret kid to the mix, and itâs like handing tabloids their golden ticket.â
You scoff, crossing your arms. âItâs so stupid. Theyâre acting like weâre some corrupt dynasty with skeletons bursting out of the closet. Itâs not even a big deal!â
Shoko takes a sip of her drink, watching you with a calmness that somehow makes you feel seen. âItâs not a big deal to us, no. But to them? Itâs betrayal, gossip, leverageâanything but what it really is. Just life.â
Her words settle in your chest, a grounding sort of clarity that you hadnât realized you needed. You couldnâtâprobably everâunderstand the thought process of the elites of Japan. Youâre a bit glad that you wonât. But in this situation, you just wish they would think like normal fucking people for one second. Thatâs hard to do when you grow up with a silver spoon in your mouth and everything at your fingertips. You peer over at her, your lips pressing together as you process everything. âI justâŠI donât want Koji dragged into this. He doesnât deserve it. Thatâs one of the main reasons why I kept everything a secret in the first place. But now look at us, everything has just changed soâŠso fast. Iâm not ready for it, neither is my son.â
She lets the quiet air linger for a moment, your venting finding placement. âNo, he doesnât deserve it,â Shoko agrees. Her tone is firm, an anchor in the storm of your thoughts. âAnd neither do you. But the way I see it, youâve got two choices: let them dictate how this plays out, or take control of the narrative yourself.â Her words linger, the weight of them grounding and unsettling all at once. Taking control of the narrative sounds easy in theory, but the reality feels like standing at the edge of a cliff, the wind threatening to knock you over.
âEasier said than done,â you mutter.
Shoko shrugs, but thereâs an edge of reassurance in her expression. âTrue, but youâve already been through worse. Youâve got more strength in you than you give yourself credit for. And if anyone can handle this mess, itâs you.â
Her confidence in you feels foreign but comforting. You nod slowly, gripping onto her words like a lifeline. âThanks, Shoko.â
âAnytime.â She raises her cup slightly in a mock toast, her smile small but sincere. A beat flows through, a comfortable silence. The two of you watch the snow cover the ground with its beauty, the sun barely peeking through the cloudy, muted sky. You canât help but draw the parallel. The sun, peeking, but hidden behind the heavy clouds, yet still presentâtrying, despite the odds. Thatâs you, isnât it? Not gone, not entirely defeated, but dulled. Struggling to shine through the weight of everything pressing down on you.
Shoko breaks the silence with a soft chuckle. âItâs pretty, isnât it? Quiet, too. Almost makes you forget the worldâs still a mess.â
You nod, your gaze following the gentle swirl of snowflakes. âYeah⊠Itâs like everythingâs paused for a moment. Peaceful.â
âPeaceful,â she echoes, leaning back in her seat. âFunny how something so fleeting can feel so permanent in the moment.â Her expression stirs something inside youâa quiet ache youâve been trying to suppress. You glance at her, lips parting, but the words get stuck in your throat. She doesnât push, doesnât probe. Shokoâs always been good at giving space without making it feel like a void. Instead, she takes a long sip of her drink and says, âYou know, snowâs a great equalizer. Covers up the mess, and makes everything look the same. Like the world gets a second chance. Itâs the start of something new.â
Those words make you immediately remember Satoruâs. Snowâs the start of something new. That should be a good thing, right? You should be glad. However, how many more changes have to happen until something good comes your way? Thereâs only so much one can go through in such a short amount of time. But as Shoko said, you have more strength than you think. Youâve been through worse. And while that may be true, at this fleeting moment, that couldnât be any further from the truth. Itâs easy for her to say since sheâs not actually living your life.Â
You havenât exactly talked talked to Satoru yet about all this, about what heâll say, what his parents will do. But they probably have good lawyers, right? Maybe theyâll put out a statement that any further harassment will be met with legal action. Or heâll take pride in his son and show no regrets. You really donât know. Your optimistic side wishes that Satoru will deal with this smoothly and how you want him to. But your pessimistic side says this will continue on until who knows how long. People randomly coming up to you, making remarks on social media, finding your job, finding your own social media accounts that youâve had to take down.
Seriously, why the fuck do they care so much? Even after Shokoâs explanation, itâs still not enough for you. At the end of the day, weâre all human, we all do human things. Jesus Christ, you could never last a day in Satoruâs position. On constant public display and scrutiny, itâs exhausting and infuriating.Â
Satoruâs taken Koji off your hands for the while. Itâs around four in the evening now. Although you were hesitant at first, he assured you he would do his absolute best to make sure nothing wrong happens and that he stays safe. And besides, itâs nice to have the place to yourself for a few hours. Itâs confusing, because while at times you feel so defeatedly lonely, other times you welcome it with open arms.Â
But every parent probably feels like that, right? Praising the day they get even two hours to themselves, not worrying about making sure your child isnât choking.Â
Anywho, youâve taken the liberty to take a nice and warm refreshing bath. The heat does wonders to your skin, sighing wistfully and eyes closing in relaxation. The warmth envelops you like a comforting embrace, melting away the tension you didnât realize had settled in your shoulders. Itâs rare, these moments of solitudeâwhere the only sound is the faint ripple of water as you shift slightly in the tub. You sink deeper, letting the heat seep into your muscles, as if the bath could wash away not just the stress of parenting but the heaviness of everything else weighing on you.
You tilt your head back against the rim of the tub, exhaling a deep sigh. Itâs strange how quiet the apartment feels without Kojiâs laughter or even Satoruâs voice filling the space. Strange, but not unwelcome. For once, thereâs no background noise, no constant buzz of responsibility. Just you and the stillness. You almost wish you can share this stillness with someone else, but throw that thought out your mind fast.Â
Your fingers trail through the water absentmindedly, thoughts wandering. You wonder what Satoru and Koji are up toâprobably indulging in some sugary snack youâd never approve of at this hour of the day because Kojiïżœïżœïżœs sugar rushes just last so long. The image makes you smile faintly. Despite everything, Satoruâs been trying. And even if you donât say it aloud, you notice. Heâs been so good with him, the two are incredibly close and itâs like the past five years of absence never existed. You always knew Satoru was that type of man. He got along with kids well, children almost seemed to magically gravitate towards him. ItâsâŠvery attractive.Â
Once the bathwater starts to cool, you decide to reluctantly push yourself upright. Wrapping a towel around yourself. You pad into the bedroom, the cold air nipping at your damp skin. With Koji gone until probably around eight or nine, the silence settles over you once again. You glance at the clock on the nightstandâstill hours to go before they return. You grab a soft blanket and curl up on the couch, flipping through channels aimlessly. Nothing really holds your attention, but it feels nice just to sit, undisturbed. As you take a sip of tea, you canât help but think: Maybe you should let yourself enjoy these moments more.
Itâs hard, but you should probably make more of an effort to take care of yourself. If youâre out of it, youâll be unfit to care for Koji. And thatâs your biggest nightmare ever. You blankly watch whatever show is playing after turning the TV on, but your mind seems much more louder than the voices from the characters on screen. You wish you could just shut off the constant worry, stressing, and overthinking about pretty much everything in your life.Â
Before you know it, your feet are guiding you back up, leading you down the hallway and to your room. The closet is to your left, a single door with a small lightbulb overhead that weakly shines its light and illuminates the inside. Your clothes hung up, shoes on the floor. Some of Kojiâs old toys lay next to your shoes, having meant to donate them but never getting around to it. You go down to your knees, moving further inside the small closet. Having to push a few jackets to the side for better visibility, moving your shoes out the way. Stuffed in the very corner of your closet lies a worn black box. When you pull it out from its hiding spot, the lightbulb makes visible faint letters that are threatening to peel away.Â
Cheap markers.Â
Thereâs little dribbles of flowers and smiley faces along the sides, a stick figure image of a boy and girl. The boyâs eyes are drawn with the brightest blue marker you both found out the time. Itâs a little shitty representation, but the boyâs line for an arm is connected to the girlâs arm; holding hands. Â
OUR WORLD
Something you both agreed was cheesy, though you thought of it. He wrote it. You had the ideas, he made them come to life.Â
Your breath catches as you brush your fingers over the worn box. The faded decorations are a time capsuleâa reflection of a simpler, yet complicated past. A mix of laughter, innocence, and heartbreak lingers on its surface, as if the box itself holds memories youâve long since buried. You hesitate for a moment, thumb tracing over the stick figures. The blue-eyed boy. The girl with a faint red-lipped smile. The images were so carelessly drawn back then, yet they now carry an almost painful clarity. A reminder of what once wasâand what could never quite be again. Sliding the top off the box, youâre immediately greeted by the faint scent of old paper and something else merely nostalgic. Photographs, letters, and random trinkets fill the space. A keychain, an old movie ticket stub, and at the very top, a small folded note with handwriting you recognize instantly. Â
"To my favorite person, Â
No matter where life takes us, remember this moment, okay? This one is ours."
His handwriting feels more impactful than you thought it would. Your chest tightens as you unfold the note fully, memories flooding back with each word. Satoru had written this. Back when things were differentâwhen the two of you werenât carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. When promises felt unbreakable and the future seemed...possible. Â
You carefully place the note back into the box, your hands trembling slightly. Thereâs so much in this little box that youâve avoided for years. So much of what you were, who you were, with him. And now, it feels like the box is staring back at you, asking the question youâve avoided for so long. Â
What are you going to do with all of this? Â
Why have you kept this? After all the time? You remember telling yourself the day of your break up that youâd throw everything outâburn it all. But everytime you even touched it, you came to a brutal realization. You canât. For some reason, you couldnât get rid of it, couldnât bring harm to this reminder of the lives youâve lived and left behind.
You found comfort in the idea that one day in the future, you would be able to. But you also found comfort in the box itself. Oh how wrong you were. And that fact twists at your heart, your blood wringing out in the process. Leaving you with a dull and soulless shell. Staring down at the remnants, going through themâeverytime. Maybe you havenât ever had the strength to get rid of it, you wonder if you ever will.Â
Pictures of your younger self, of Satoruâs younger self smile up at you like theyâre taunting you. As if the past can sense the futureâs despair. Theyâre simple pictures, cute but simple. Just how you two wanted it. The quality isnât that great, considering most of them were taken on shitty disposable cameras.Â
âBecause itâs sustainable!â You argued when Satoru questioned the device when you first pulled it out. He simply scoffed and rolled his eyes, lips upturning into a smile the second you readied the device for a photo.
A picture is worth a thousand words.Â
Whoever came up with that phrase is a genius, but you also despise how much truth is held to that single sentence. Pain. Nostalgia. Longing. Happiness. Regret?
Flipping through the small pictures is like going through your very own time capsule. Each snapshot carries a story, a moment frozen in time that feels both distant and heartbreakingly close. The childish doodles lining the box seem to echo your younger selfâs voice, innocent and untouched by the weight of reality. A photo catches your eyeâa little blurry but unmistakably Satoru, grinning with his arms slung lazily over your shoulders. Your cheeks in the picture are flushed, and you can almost hear the laughter that mustâve been spilling from your lips when it was taken.
Then thereâs another, of the two of you sitting under a sprawling tree, sunlight filtering through the leaves. His hand rests on yours, casual but intimate in a way that makes your chest ache now. You remember the warmth of that day, the way heâd joked about how your hair glowed in the light.
Thereâs a card, too, nestled beneath the pictures. The corners are slightly bent, but the words inside are still intact. His handwriting is unmistakable, bold and messy:
âTo the girl who makes my world brighter every day. Donât ever stop smilingâitâs my favorite thing about you. Love, Satoru.â
âHah, I didnât know you were such a poet.â You teased.Â
âUgh, shut up.â
Your fingers trace over the ink, your breath halting. Time may have passed, and life may have twisted and turned, but this box feels like a portal to a version of you that still believed in endless possibilities. And yet, the ache in your chest doesnât falter. Instead, it lingers, a reminder of how much has changedâand how much you wish hadnât.
The final picture is one that almost tears at you. A silly one that you wouldâve never imagined would push at your heart like a heavy door stuck in the way of your own contentment. Youâre kissing him, the side profile of your two faces as you indulge in each other's lips. Satoruâs free arm slightly out of frame since heâs the one holding the camera high. You both are holding your left hands up, showing off your Ring Pops on each of your ring fingers. His red, yours blue.
âLetâs pose like a couple who just got married!â
You sighed. âSatoruâŠ.â
Written on the white border frame of the photo are the words:
She said yes!!Â
A melancholic laugh escapes you, tears hitting the picture. Itâs colors are already slightly altered from previous wetness. Your chest feels tight, eyes closing with a sinking stomach. Why do you always do this to yourself when youâre already feeling upset? Why are you still so affected by it? Will it get better with time? But how much more time?
You gasp and flinch when the front door is rung, eyes widening as you swiftly and messily put the contents back in, sliding the top back on and stuffing the box in its hiding spot once more. After closing the door, you walk down the hall and to the peephole. Your brows furrow. âSatoru?â You ask as you open the door. Confusion hits you, seeing your sleeping son in his fatherâs arms. Kojiâs backpack slid on top of Satoruâs shoulder. âWhat are you doing here?â
âUmâŠdropping Koji off?â He replies back like itâs the obvious, his own pale eyebrows knitting as he regards you. ââŠAre you okay? Why are you crying?â
Shit. âIâm not,â your hands raise to your cheeks, wiping any trace of your previous emotional breakdown, swiftly denying his words. âI thought you were coming back later.â
âIt is later, Y/N.â He frowns and steps in, allowing you a better view of the dark night sky.Â
What the hell? Since when did it get dark? Slowly, you close and lock the door, blinking rapidly as you try to gather your bearings. Just how long were you on the couch for? How long were you reminiscing? Turning around, you see Satoru come out from Kojiâs room.
âPut him down, showered and dressed him already. Little man played a lot today.âÂ
âOh,â you murmur, unsure of what else to say. You lean against the door for a moment, trying to regain your composure. Satoruâs words feel oddly domestic, almost like youâre living a life youâve long since moved on from dreaming aboutâor tried to.
He sets Kojiâs backpack down by the couch, brushing invisible dust off his sleeves as he glances your way. âYou sure youâre okay?â His voice softens now, genuine. Concerned.
You force a small smile, crossing your arms. âIâm fine. JustâŠlost track of time, I guess.â
Satoru studies you, his crystalline eyes searching your face like he doesnât quite believe you. He shrugs lightly, though, not wanting to push. âAlright. Koji was great today. Took him to that park he keeps talking about. Got some ice cream. He wore me out.â His lips quirk into a small grin, but it doesnât quite reach his eyes.
âThanks for doing that,â you say softly, glancing toward Kojiâs room. âHe loves spending time with you. He always talks to me about your guysâ missions.â
âHah, yeah, wellâŠâ Satoru scratches the back of his neck, leaning his tall frame casually against the wall. âI love spending time with him, too. And you know, itâs not just for him.â His words are light, but thereâs a weight behind them, one youâre not sure youâre ready to unpack tonight. You donât know what he really means by that, but itâs probably best that you donât. Youâd look into it too much. And like he said, youâre already complicating things even more by almost kissing him the other day.Â
You nod, your throat tightening as you look anywhere but at him. âI should probably check on him. Make sure heâs really asleep.â
âY/N.â His voice stops you in your tracks.
You turn slowly, meeting his gaze. âWhat?â you ask, your voice smaller than you intended.
He hesitates for a moment, his brows furrowing as though heâs deciding whether or not to say whatâs on his mind. Finally, he sighs and steps closer. âIf somethingâs bothering youâŠyou can talk to me. You know that, right? You look like youâre crying and Iââ
Your heart clenches, the sincerity in his voice almost too much to bear. âI know,â you manage to cut him off, your voice sharper than you had wanted it to be.
For a moment, the two of you just stand there, the air between you heavy with unspoken words. Then, Satoru clears his throat and steps back. âAlright. Guess Iâll head out, then. Call me if you need anything.â You hum, watching as he heads for the door. Just before he leaves, he pauses, glancing back at you one last time. His eyes linger for a second longer than they should, and then heâs gone, the door clicking shut behind him.
And youâre left alone again, the weight of the evening settling back over you like a familiar, unwelcome blanket. You want to scold yourself for losing track of time so easily, letting yourself get lost for such a long time. He probably thinks somethingâs wrong, and while you appreciate him being mature and overall cordial enough to offer his ear, you donât want to give him that. Itâs embarrassing and almost too vulnerable for you right now to vent to your ex.Â
You know that saying that the last thing or person you think about before you fall asleep is what youâll dream of? He stares at the door, trying to will himself into stopping his train of thought, but the vision of you wonât leave. Not tonight. Maybe itâs the nagging scent of your clothes he can still smell, or maybe itâs the way you looked so raw, so unguarded. Maybe itâs the promise he made to himself years ago to never let you go, to never let you fall apart without him. Now look where he is.
Satoruâs mind is a whirlwind as he steps back into the cold, dark air of his penthouse, the door clicking shut behind him with a finality he wasnât quite ready for. He shouldâve left things simple, right? Drop off Koji, make sure everythingâs okay, and then go. But of course, he couldnât help himself. He had to ask, had to reach for that sliver of connection that still seemed to remain between the two of you, even after all this time. Or maybe heâs not reaching, heâs just being a good person. Or maybe there is no sliver of connection at all.
He rubs his face with one hand as he walks down the hall, his thoughts staying on your expression, the tightness in your smile, the way you tried so hard to hide whatever was eating at you. Your red eyes that seemed glossy enough to tell him what you had been doing before he arrived. He shouldâve pushed, shouldâve stayed longer, but something told him it wasnât the right time. Also, not to mention the fact that heâs not entitled to know anymore, and he shouldnât want to. He wishes he could forgetâwishes it wasnât so easy for him to still care about you after everything youâve put him through.
Still, his mind canât stop replaying the way you looked tonight, like you were holding backâlike you were on the edge of something he couldnât reach. And now, thatâs the last image he sees before closing his eyes: you, standing there, fragile but strong, trying to put on a brave face when he knew you were anything but okay.Â
He slides into his bed, sinking into the comforting mattress. Stop thinking about it, he tells himself. Just go to sleep.
But it's useless. The thought of you doesn't leave him. It never does in times like this. But that's the thing, isn't it? He always cared. Always would. Any good man would
As the awaited sleep stretches on, his mind drifts back to those momentsâthe way you wiped your face quickly when he mentioned the tears. How you didnât let him in. He canât shake the feeling that thereâs more to this.
Before he knows it, he feels the weight of his own exhaustion, the pull of sleep starting to take over. He lets his eyes stay shut. Stretching out on the bed, his thoughts blurring into a fizzle. The room is quiet, too quiet. But just like that, heâs falling and falling into a realm where the weight of everything else disappears.
The first thing he sees startles him. Itâs just you, standing in front of him again, your eyes locked with his.Â
Youâre both staring at one another before itâs like someone slowly raising the light switches. Sun peeking through the blinds of the kitchen you two stand in as you place a hand down to your stomach. When his eyes follow it, he then notices the rounded swell thatâs visible from beneath the dress you wear.Â
âHey, youâre awake.â
You giggle, voice smooth and inviting, stepping closer to him until you can reach his hand, intertwining your fingers.Â
Yep, definitely a dream. Or maybe a nightmare.Â
âI made you breakfast, your favorite.â You guide his hand to your bump, chuckling softly. âBut baby here was getting hungry, so we may have gotten a little taste test before.â
Satoruâs heart skips a beat, his fingers instinctively brushing over your rounded stomach as you guide them there. The warmth of your skin under his touch feels real, too real, and his mind stumbles, trying to make sense of the situation. The room around you starts to feel like a glimpse into an alternative universe. Soft, golden light spilling in through the blinds, the smell of something warm and inviting persisting in the air. Itâs almost too perfect, too serene to be real. And yet, heâs standing here, his breath caught in his throat as his fingers rest against the gentle curve of your belly. The weight of it, the life growing inside you, sends a quiet thrill through him.
You giggle, the sound of it so familiar it makes his chest ache. Itâs like nothing has changed. Like youâre the same as youâve always been, onlyâŠthis time, things are different. Thereâs a quiet tenderness in the air that wasnât there before. He swallows, trying to fight the growing confusion in his chest. âIâI donât understand,â he murmurs, his thumb lightly brushing over the small, soft swell of your stomach. He knows itâs not real, but it doesnât stop his brain from wandering into beliefs of if it were. âHow⊠how are we here?â
Your smile widens, that knowing glimmer in your eyes that makes his chest tighten with something he canât name. âWeâre here because this is where we belong,â you say simply, as though itâs the most natural thing in the world. You nudge his hand a little lower, guiding him to feel the tiny movement beneath his palm, the small shift of life inside you.
Itâs then that the weight of the moment hits him all at once, his heart thumping in his chest. The quiet reality of what youâve built together, the life youâve shared, and everything that couldâve been. Heâs overwhelmed, caught between longing and disbelief. His voice cracks when he finally speaks again. âIs this what you wanted? What we wanted?â
You laugh softly, resting your forehead against his chest, your fingers still entwined with his. âItâs what Iâve always wanted. What we have always wanted. Stop acting weird.â Your words are a balm, soothing yet laced with something deeper, something that speaks to both of your hearts, even if this is fake.
In this moment, everything feels right. It feels like youâre back to where you both belong.
Satoru stays still for a moment, the warmth of your forehead pressed against him, your fingers gently intertwining with his. The softness of the moment seems to wrap around him, the image of youâhere, with himâso perfect that it almost hurts. The softness of your touch, the way your body feels against his as you stand close, itâs like heâs been starved of this connection for so long. A quiet ache settles deep within him, but itâs not the hurt heâs used to. No, this is something elseâsomething far more complicated.
He shifts slightly, his gaze never leaving yours as you lift your head. âI didnât think Iâd ever get to feel this again,â he admits, his voice low and tentative. The vulnerability in his tone catches him off guard, but it feels natural, like youâve always been the one person he could let his guard down with. âYou andâŠus. Everything thatâs happened.â
You hum softly, brushing your thumb over the back of his hand. The smile on your lips is small but full of quiet understanding. âI know, Satoru,â you say, your voice steady, like youâve been carrying this weight for far longer than he ever realized. âBut thisâŠâ You glance down at your stomach before meeting his eyes again, âThis is what we fought for. This is what we still have.â
He feels the truth of your words settle into him, but itâs a bittersweet sensation, one that pulls at something deep inside of him. Itâs almost too good to be true, this version of reality, and he canât help but wonder why his mind has conjured up this visualizationâthis perfect picture of you and him, together in a way he never thought possible.
âBut what if we donât get it right?â he asks quietly, his brow furrowing in uncertainty. âWhat if weâre too broken to fix it? Weâve made so many mistakesâŠâ
You place a gentle finger against his lips, silencing him before he can spiral further. âWeâve always been broken, Satoru,â you say softly, âBut weâve always found our way back to each other. And thatâs enough. Right?â
The way you say it, so sure of yourself, sends a warmth through his chest. Itâs a peace he didnât think he would ever have again. His heart beats a little faster, a little steadier, as he finally lets go of the lingering doubts, the fear of whatâs beyond this moment. He leans down, pressing his forehead to yours, a small smile tugging at his lips despite the weight in his chest. âI donât know whatâs next, but for now⊠Iâm here. Iâm not going anywhere.â
Your eyes soften, and for a moment, he sees itâthe connection between you two, unbroken, unshakable. Even in the midst of everything thatâs happened, the messy past and the uncertainty of the future, he realizes that some things are worth fighting for. âThis is enough for me,â you whisper, closing the distance between you, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Itâs gentle, but it carries everythingâeverything heâs been wanting to say, everything heâs been longing to hear.
And god, the way your pretty lips feel against his is heavenly. Itâs strong and long-lasting. Hand to your cheek as his head tilts to deepen it, feeling your warm breath enter his mouth like a soft pull. Heâs tempted to dance his tongue along your own.
As you pull away, he feels a quiet peace settle over him. The dream, though fleeting, has given him something he didnât know he needed. A glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, they can find their way back to each other for good.
But the atmosphere darkens, like putting a blanket over a lamp. Your own eyes dulling into something he saw before he left you tonight, something heâs been seeing everytime he visits you. Your smile dropping into a placid emotion. Satoruâs heart stutters in his chest, the warmth of the moment slipping away like sand between his fingers. The light around you seems to fade, the world losing its softness and vibrancy. A chill washes over him, creeping through his veins like ice water. Your smile, once so gentle and inviting, disappears into something far more distant, as if a part of you has shut down completely. The joy that had filled the air vanishes, replaced by a heavy, suffocating silence that wraps itself around both of you. His eyes widen in confusion, and he takes a step back, searching your face for any hint of explanation. He feels the air shift into a freezing temperature.
"Whatâ?" He stops himself, his words catching in his throat, trying to make sense of the drastic shift in the atmosphere. The way your hand falls to your side feels like a finality, as though the reality he had just witnessedâof you, of the hope in your eyesâwas nothing more than a simple illusion.
The weight of the silence presses down on him, smothering. His gaze moves down, and that's when he realizes the baby bump has vanished. Thereâs nothing there. The roundness, the warmth, the promise of new lifeâgone. In its place, there's only the smooth curve of your stomach, flat and unchanged.
"Y/N?" His voice cracks on your name, disoriented and desperate for some kind of explanation. "What happened? WhatâŠwhatâs going on?"
But you donât answer right away. Instead, you look at him like youâve seen a stranger, a shift in your eyes that only deepens the growing pit in his stomach. Your gaze is cold, distant, almost as if you've already resigned yourself to something. Satoru swallows hard, his hand instinctively reaching for you, but when his fingers brush against your arm, it feels like the connection is completely severed. "Whatâs wrong? Talk to me," he pleads, his voice raw and filled with confusion.Â
You take a slow, deliberate step back, the air between you two growing heavier. "Satoru," you say, but your voice sounds far too calm, far too final. "This is the reality, isn't it? This is what it always wasâalways will be. A dream. A fantasy."
His mind races, his heart pounding in his chest. "No, this isnât a fantasy! Weâwe had a chance. You and me, and KojiâŠand the otherâŠWe wereâ" His throat tightens, unable to finish his sentence.
But you cut him off, the finality in your words sinking deep. "You left, Satoru. You just wanted us to end, didnât you? Itâs why you didnât fight for me the day we broke upâfight for us. You made me make that promise. You left, and thatâs what this is now. A memory. The past. Something weâll never, ever get back.â
The words land like a blow to his chest, sharp and cutting. His chest tightens as he searches your face, willing for you to show him that this is just another moment in the dreamâthat the warmth would come back, that the hope would return. But your eyes are cold. The distance between you feels insurmountable.
He opens his mouth to speak, to argue, to fix whatever it is that's wrongâbut nothing comes out. The truth is, he doesnât know how to fix this. Not anymore. Not when everything between you feels so broken, like fragments of a life he no longer knows how to put together.Â
And just like that, the warmth of the dream fades completely, leaving him in the cold, dark reality of whatâs been lost.
âI wish I kept Koji from you. I wish you werenât his father.â
Satoru startles awake, jolting upright in his bed. He feels like heâs just been splashed with ice cold water, in a way, he has. Raising his hands to his temples, face scrunching in discomfort. Heâs breathing fast and hard, heart feeling like itâll just pop right out. His hands trembling.Â
The sounds of birds tweeting a song is what he hears next. The morning light filters softly through the curtains, but it feels blinding to him, harsh against the remnants of the nightmare. His chest rises and falls rapidly, each breath shallow and frantic, his heart still racing as he fights to steady himself. The words you spoke echo in his mind, sharp and cutting. I wish I kept Koji from you. I wish you werenât his father. The pain in those words, the hurt, is still so vivid in his memory.Â
Satoru places his hands on the sides of his face, trying to ground himself. His fingers dig into his skin, as if the physical pressure could somehow push away the remnants of the dream, make it vanish. But it lingers. It hangs heavy in the air, suffocating him. Why did you say that? Why did you feel that way? Do you actually feel that way in real life? Are you planning to take Koji and run away with him again? Did you seriously regret having a child with him?
He inhales deeply, his breath shaky, trying to calm the rapid beating of his heart. The sound of birds chirping in the distance serves as a reminder that the world continues to move outside of his turmoil, but it only makes him feel more disconnected. He pushes the blankets off of him and swings his legs over the side of the bed, his feet hitting the floor with a thud. His mind races, trying to make sense of what heâs feeling. That dreamâit wasnât just a nightmare. It felt like a warning, a reminder of how fragile everything has been, how much heâs lost. How much heâs failed.
The promise.
The weight of whatâs happened between you two settles heavily on his shoulders. And it makes him feel cautiousâscared that youâll do what you said you wouldnât, all over again.Â
Satoru stands, his body still trembling slightly, and walks toward the window. He peers outside, letting the light touch his face, even if itâs almost too bright for him right now. Itâs peaceful outside, the world as it always is in the morning: calm, serene, untouched. But his own mind is a storm, and no amount of sunlight seems to clear the clouds. He closes his eyes and exhales deeply, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream, the guilt gnawing at him. The idea of you saying that you wished youâd kept Koji from himâthe thought cuts deeper than heâs willing to admit. What does that mean for the future?Â
What does it mean for him?
Satoru feels his heart aching with the need to fix things, to understand if you actually feel that way. But he's left in the quiet chaos of his own mind, unsure of where to begin. And that's the worst part: not knowing where to start.
Whatever, it was just a dream. Dreams arenât real. Donât think too much into it.Â
A text message pings, causing him to look over. The sight of your name forms a twisting feeling to reside in his core, frowning. Itâs like when you dream about your significant other cheating on you, so the next morning youâre a little mad at them for no reason. But this time, heâs not sure if itâs for no reason.Â
Maybe you actually feel like this, feeling regret for not keeping Koji from him any longer. Youâve obviously shown to be good at keeping secrets, so whoâs to say youâre not still doing that. He grabs his phone, clicking on your message and pushing down the resentment that continues to bloom once more.Â
Y/N:
Hey, have u had any luck with the leaker?Â
Satoru sighs heavily, eyes closing momentarily before opening them back up and typing you back. He canât help the shortness in his response.Â
Satoru:
NoÂ
Y/N:
Pls let me know of any changes
He doesnât bother replying, tossing his phone on his bed and getting up and ready for the day. Of course the thought of the identity of who leaked the photo has been running rampant in his mind day in and day out. But he just woke up from a particularly scary nightmareâor a message?âand he doesnât need his mind overwhelmed anymore than it is right now.Â
As he goes through his morning routine, Satoru canât shake the consistent unease. The nightmare, your text, and the weight of everything thatâs been happening swirl in his mind like a storm he canât escape. He brushes his teeth with more force than necessary, gripping the sink as the toothpaste foam spills over his lips. He stares at his reflection in the mirror, his pale blue eyes duller than usual, rimmed with exhaustion.
He canât stop wonderingâwhat if thereâs truth to his nightmare? What if you do regret letting him into Kojiâs life? The thought gnaws at him, a relentless ache in his chest. Â
The leak complicates things even further. Someone out thereâsomeone close enough to knowâexposed him and Koji to the world. The conversation with his mother plays again internally. Someone close or possibly a business partner. But what if sheâs wrong? What if itâs someone whoâs not close, but still smart enough? And while itâs caused a media frenzy, he knows the real damage is more personal. Itâs the wedge itâs driving between him and you. The accusations, the whispers, the uncertaintyâitâs all feeding into the growing gap heâs been struggling to bridge. Â
He pulls on a shirt, his movements jerky as his frustration builds. He hasnât been able to sleep properly for days either, his mind consumed by the mystery of the leak and the uneasy tension between you two. Itâs not like youâre outright hostile, but thereâs something thereâsomething distant, guarded. And now, after the dream, he canât stop replaying the worst-case scenarios in his head.  Â
The atmosphere in the room is cold, tenseâcalculating. Out of the four people situated inside, none speak. Just looking at one another in silent scrutiny. Yamato and Akane are sitting side by side, seated across from them are another married couple.Â
Kenji and Emi Nakamura.Â
Kenji and Emi Nakamura exude the quiet confidence of people used to wielding power. Kenjiâs sharp suit is impeccably tailored, his posture straight and commanding, while Emi, poised in a sleek dress, sits with her legs crossed, her hands folded neatly on her lap. Despite their calm appearances, their sharp gazes and the slight twitch of Kenjiâs jaw betray their impatience.
Yamato leans back in his chair, his arms crossed, his eyes cold and unwavering as they meet Kenjiâs. Akane, seated next to him, is the picture of composed elegance, but the slight tap of her heel against the floor reveals her tension. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, until finally, Kenji speaks, his voice smooth but laced with thinly veiled irritation.Â
âSo,â he begins, his piercing eyes flickering between Yamato and Akane. âAre we going to dance around the issue all day, or will one of you have the decency to explain how this... mess...got out and why the man whoâs dating our daughter suddenly has a secret son?âÂ
Yamato doesnât flinch. He lets the accusation hang in the air for a moment before responding, his tone measured. âWe donât deal in leaks, Kenji. And we certainly wouldnât jeopardize our own familyâs reputation for... what? A scandal? Thatâs more your style.â
Kenjiâs expression hardens, and Emi places a delicate hand on his arm, a subtle but firm reminder to keep his temper in check. She smiles politely, though it doesnât reach her eyes. âLetâs not turn this into a blame game. Weâre all here because this leak affects all of usâyour family, ours, Satoruâs and Himariâs.âÂ
Akaneâs lips twitch into a faint, humorless smile. âDonât patronize us, Emi. You and I both know youâve been waiting for an opportunity like this. Youâve always wanted to see Satoru fall from grace.â
Emi raises an eyebrow, her smile unfaltering. âI want whatâs best for our families, Akane. A public scandal doesnât benefit anyone, least of all Gojo or the Nakamura name. Besides, our daughter quite loves your son.âÂ
Kenji leans forward, his hands clasped together on the table. âLetâs cut the theatrics. Who is responsible?âÂ
Akaneâs heel stops tapping, and she fixes Kenji with a sharp look. âWeâre working on it. Our investigators are thorough, and theyâll uncover the source soon enough.â
Kenjiâs eyes narrow. âTheyâd better. Because the last thing the Nakamura name needs is a public scandal about a conniving young man and our innocent daughter. Sheâs already receiving enough scrutiny as it is.â
The tension in the room ratchets up another notch, but Yamato remains unmoved. His voice, low and steady, cuts through the silence. âAnd if we discover the leak came from your side, Kenji? Are you prepared to deal with the consequences?â The two men lock eyes, a silent battle of wills, while their wives sit in their respective corners, poised like chess queens ready to strike. The room may be quiet, but the unspoken threats linger in the air like a storm waiting to break.
âWeâd never do something like this, especially if it affects our daughter.â Emi replies firmly. She tilts her chin up slightly, an air of indignation radiating from her as her perfectly manicured hand rests on her husbandâs arm. âYou should know better than to accuse us of such underhanded behavior, Yamato.â
Yamatoâs wife leans forward slightly, her tone equally sharp. âAnd you should know better than to express such hostility towards us. Tenka Couture benefits more from Gojo Group than vice versa.â
Emiâs smile tightens, her composure threatening to crack. âWhy, of course. Weâre just saying, Himari has nothing to gain from this mess. If anything, sheâs a victim of it. The constant media scrutiny, the endless whispers. How do you think thatâs been affecting her?â
Kenji slams his hand on the table, the sound reverberating through the room. âEnough. This isnât about Himari. This is about finding the truth. If your investigators are as thorough as you claim, then weâd better find answersâand soon.â
Yamato meets Kenjiâs glare with a calm intensity. âRest assured, we will. But until then, I suggest you keep your own people in check. If we find out this was an attempt to sabotage Satoruâor worse, hurt himâthere will be consequences. You know that better than anyone.â
Kenji leans back, his jaw tight, as Emi places another calming hand on his shoulder. âWe donât want this to escalate any further,â she says, her voice softer now but no less firm. âFor everyoneâs sake, letâs handle this with discretion.â
Akane glances at Yamato, smoothing down the front of her skirt. âWe agree. But letâs make one thing clearâif the Nakamuras are involved in any way, there will be no forgiveness. Not from us, and not from Satoru.â
Kenji sighs, running a hand through his hair. âOf course, we understand. But again, we are in no way involved with this leak. With the revelation of thisâŠboy, it messes up everything. Himari and Satoru are a couple. Theyâre supposed to represent unity between our families and companies, a partnership that benefits both sides. This child complicates that narrative. It puts everything weâve worked for at risk.â
Yamatoâs eyes narrow, his sharp gaze cutting through Kenjiâs words. âWe understand, yes. But at the end of the day, Satoru is our son, this boy isâŠwell heâs a part of our family now. Your concern seems to be more about appearances than the actual implications for Satoruâs life or the boyâs well-being, but I understand that. My wife and I too are concerned with the way this sudden news could somehow stain our reputation.â
Kenji leans forward, his hands clasped tightly on the table, his expression taut. âAppearances are everything in this world, Yamato. You know that. If this story continues to spread, the consequences wonât just affect Satoru or Himariâtheyâll ripple through both of our families. Investors, business partners, the mediaâthey all thrive on scandal, and we canât afford to give them fuel. Theyâll begin to wonder what else weâre keeping a secret.â
âHimari and Satoruâs relationship isnât as stable as you think it is,â Akane counters, her tone measured but resolute. âThis revelation didnât create the cracks; it only exposed them. Maybe itâs time you and your daughter accept that.â
Emi bristles at Akaneâs insinuation, her voice cold but precise. âYou underestimate my daughterâs strength. Himari has always handled challenges with grace. She and Satoru will navigate this togetherâif you and your family stop meddling.â
Yamato cuts in, his expression calm. âLetâs not pretend this is solely about Satoru and Himari. The Nakamuras have as much to lose as we do. But let me remind you, Kenji, that this childâKojiâisnât just a complication. Heâs Satoruâs son, and that makes him family. As the adults in this situation, we also hold a certain level of accountability as for keeping this child away from public eye.â
Kenjiâs jaw tightens, his composure threatening to crack. âFamily or not, this boyâs existence jeopardizes everything. Himari has been nothing but supportive of Satoru, and she doesnât deserve to be overshadowed by a damned secret from his past.â
Akaneâs voice slices through the tension like a blade. âSupportive, or opportunistic? Donât confuse loyalty with convenience. If Himari truly cared for Satoru, sheâd understand that his son isnât just a âsecretââheâs part of who he is now.â
The room falls silent, the weight of Akaneâs words lingering. Kenji finally stands, his movements deliberate. âWeâll see how this plays out. But if you think weâll let the Nakamura name be tarnished by this⊠situation, youâre mistaken.â
Yamato rises as well, his eyes locking with Kenjiâs in an unspoken challenge. âAnd if you think weâll allow anyoneâanyoneâto undermine Satoru or the Gojo legacy, youâre equally mistaken. The truth will come out, Kenji. Be prepared for it.â
With that, the couple turns and leave, their exit leaving the Gojos in a cloud of tension and unease. Akane finally speaks, her voice low but firm. âRemind me again why we are pushing through with this arrangement. The Gojo Group hardly needs Tenka Couture. Weâre more than capable of standing on our own.â
Yamato exhales, running a hand through his silver hair. âItâs not about needing them, Akane. Itâs about the influence. The Nakamuras have deep connections in sectors weâve been trying to expand intoâfashion, entertainment, international markets. Aligning with them strengthens our position globally. We settled this years ago, okay?â
Akane crosses her arms, her expression skeptical. âAt what cost? Their arrogance alone is enough to make me question this. And letâs not even get started on Himari. She might be poised on the outside, but she lacks the fortitude to handle Satoruâs world. She clings to the spotlight, but sheâs not ready for the shadows.â
Yamatoâs jaw tightens. âYouâre not wrong, but this arrangement was never meant to hinge on her ability to âhandleâ Satoru. Itâs a strategic move, not a personal one. I thought you understood that.â
âStrategic?â Akaneâs voice rises slightly, her composed exterior slipping. âDo you even hear yourself? This isnât just a business deal anymore. Thereâs a child involved nowâyour grandson. And yet, weâre expected to sideline him for the sake of appearances?â
Yamatoâs gaze hardens, a rare flicker of emotion breaking through his typically stoic demeanor. âThe boy is not being sidelined. But if this situation spirals out of control, it wonât just be Satoruâs name dragged through the mudâitâll be Kojiâs, too. Iâm trying to protect all of them. As much as I dislike this situation and as much as I do not care for getting to know this boy, at the end of the day heâs connected to us.â
Akane steps closer, her voice softening but losing none of its edge. âAnd how do you expect to protect Koji by tying Satoru to someone who doesnât have the heart to care for him? Because thatâs what youâre doing, Yamato. Youâre forcing a partnership that benefits no one but the Nakamuras. Iâve told you this from the start that it wonât do us good. There are plenty of other people we can contact that wonât involve forcing our son into an arranged marriage.â
For a moment, Yamato doesnât respond. His broad shoulders sag just slightly, the weight of the conversation settling over him. âThis isnât about whatâs ideal, Akane. Itâs about whatâs necessary. And until we find another way to stabilize this situation, the arrangement stands.â
Akane shakes her head, turning away. âNecessary, huh? Tell me, Yamatoâwhen did we start sacrificing our family for necessity?â
Her words hover in the air as she walks out of the room, leaving Yamato standing alone, the tension thick and suffocating. He glances out the window, the city lights reflecting in his cold blue eyes. âSometimes,â he murmurs to himself, âfamily is the sacrifice.â
Kenji and Emi sit in the back of the blacked out Escalade. One visibly more angry than the other. The assistant up front hands Kenji an IPad. âHere, sir.â
Kenji takes it without a word, scrolling. On the screen, a plethora of all the personal information regarding the woman who caused all this.Â
You.Â
Kenjiâs grip tightens on the iPad as his sharp eyes scan the screen, each line of information making his jaw clench harder. Birthdate, address, financial records, employment historyâitâs all there. How pathetic. Every detail meticulously laid out like a blueprint of your life. Beside him, Emi glances over, her expression less angered and more calculating.
âSo,â she finally says, her tone icy and deliberate. âThis is her.â
Kenji doesnât reply immediately, his focus locked on the screen. An ID picture accompanied the words. The photo of you, Satoru, and Koji catches his attention, and his lips press into a thin line. The leaked photo. âThe audacity,â he mutters. âShe hides this little punk tyke for years, and now sheâs a problem weâre forced to deal with. They both are.â
Emi tilts her head, her perfectly manicured nails tapping lightly against her armrest. âShe doesnât look like much. Hardly someone who should be causing this much of a stir. But appearances can be deceiving.â Her lips curl into a faint sneer. âEspecially for women like her.â
âSheâs more than just a stir. Sheâs a maddening, infuriating liability with baggage from hell,â Kenji snaps, handing the iPad back to his assistant with a flick of his wrist. âThe kind that could ruin everything if weâre not careful because they themselves have nothing to lose.â
The assistant clears his throat nervously from the front seat. âSir, should I proceed with the next steps?â
Kenji leans back in his seat, his eyes dark and unrelenting. âNot yet. I want to understand her first. How she operates. What she values. Everyone has a weakness. Once we find hers, weâll decide the next course of action. Though, I assume itâs the ragged infant.â
Emi raises an eyebrow, her tone almost teasing. âYou sound like youâre preparing for war.â
Kenjiâs gaze flickers to his wife, his expression unreadable. âArenât we?â
The tension in the car is palpable, the low hum of the engine the only sound as they drive through the city. Emiâs lips curve into a faint smile, though her eyes remain cold. âShe wonât win, Kenji. Not against us. Not against our sweet baby girl.â
âShe wonât even get the chance,â Kenji replies, his voice hard and certain. âWeâll make sure of it.â
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This is how you know this person has never actually read A Christmas Carol.
Scrooge is already changing from the very first scene the very first Ghost shows him.
âI wish,â Scrooge muttered, putting his hand in his pocket, and looking about him, after drying his eyes with his cuff: âbut itâs too late now.â âWhat is the matter?â asked the Spirit. âNothing,â said Scrooge. âNothing. There was a boy singing a Christmas Carol at my door last night. I should like to have given him something: thatâs all.â
By the midpoint of Christmas Present he is determined to undo all the harm he has done. He actually gladly greets Christmas Yet To Come already a changed man and welcoming the lessons it brings despite his own fear:
âGhost of the Future!â he exclaimed, âI fear you more than any spectre I have seen. But as I know your purpose is to do me good, and as I hope to live to be another man from what I was, I am prepared to bear you company, and do it with a thankful heart. Will you not speak to me?â It gave him no reply. The hand was pointed straight before them. âLead on!â said Scrooge. âLead on! The night is waning fast, and it is precious time to me, I know. Lead on, Spirit!â
The fear he feels from Christmas Yet To Come is that he will die before he can fix things, not that he must fix things or die.
Every adaptation that has Scrooge being scared into changing by Christmas Yet To Come (which is most of them) is a flawed adaptation. Everyone really should read the book to get the actual story. It's really short. It takes less time to read the book than watch any of the movies.
#a christmas carol#it's one of my favorite stories#and it annoys me to no end to see bad takes like this
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