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heyy i was wondering if you Could do Sae byeok x reader Where Sae byeok is super clingy to reader. Like this Girl is CLINGY. So like she is hugging her sooo much whether it is hugging her at the neck, waist, hip, lifting her off the Ground and grabbing her ass đ«ą, back hugging her, you name it and she is already in the position with you, Sae byeok is pulling her into her lap every second she gets, Sae byeoks kissing her non stop whether its on the lips, cheek, nose, jaw, neck or even readers top chest and back, and TRUST me this Girl loves to be behind reader and spoon her While she is watching some crap TV show (the two of you Fall asleep with the TV show playing in the back) but there is just one problem, gi hun is your older brother and he is not Happy seeing sae byeok All over you. Trust me he likes the fact that you two love each other but he is also over protective of you and doesnt want you to get hurt. And Sae byeok knows this but continues. And i am tell you that gi hun is not Happy seeing Sae byeok have her hands on your chest and ass meanwhile you are doing your makeup (you are standing infront of Sae byeok because the mirror is right behind her While she is sitting on a chair and has you in between her legs While her head and one of her hands are resting on your chest While her other Hand is resting on your ass.)
Thank you and have a Good Day or Night and you Can change anything if you would like!!
a/n: this is adorable stop. saebyeok is the clingiest girlfriend ever, you cannot change my mind.
warnings: just fluffy
clingy sae who follows right behind you (like walking on your heels) and her trying to act like sheâs âjust seeing what your doingâ
walking in the cold, she just grabs your hand shoving it in her pocket. couldnât have her girl freeze to death, could she?
eating dinner with her and gi-hun and him just watching the two of you with a careful glare. (maybe heâs a tiny bit jealous that your love life is better then is, so what).
saebyeok sitting on the couch with you between her legs, sprinkling soft kisses on your soft hair. her murmuring that you were gone so long. and all you did was go to get coffee.
always making excuses to be touchy without seeming clingy, âyour hair was all over you face, i was fixing it.â âyour necklace isnât showing.â and her careful fingertips linger on your skin.
even though her face seems as if sheâs doing the most boring thing ever, itâs just her being in denial. she actually likes being around you, and even if there is no talking she likes your presence and that scares her.
waking up next to her and sae just buries her face in your neck, lips dancing across you. one of her handâs is lazily behind you and the other is thrown across your waist. whispering a small âi like you.â she has a hard time saying what she feels but sheâs good at showing it. even though these words may seem small, they mean everything.
watching you try a new food or drink and watching for your reaction. âgood?â she mumbles so quietly. when you nod your head, she gives you one of those small uncertain smiles. then tucking a loose strand of hair behind your head, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.
when your on the phone with a friend, saebyeok's just sat beside you hand on your waist rubbing small circles in your hip. canât really focus anymore, ending the call to put your head on her shoulder. which of course she pretends to be indifferent to, but sheâs in just as much bliss as you.
when your upset her wiping your tears with the pad of her thumb. whispering, âjust breathe baby.â âi got you.â her face softening, she hates seeing you upset.
when sheâs reading a book and you put your head in her lap, her rolling her eyes. sheâs not annoyed, sae would choose this over some stupid book any-day.
you sitting in her lap while you do your makeup, hand sprawled on your thigh. even if the two of you arenât doing anything she just loves being with you. watches you with those sharp eyes while you do your makeup.
when you come to sit on the couch and leave room between the two of you, not thinking anything of it, she thinks about it. are you mad at her? did she do something? when you finally look over at her (itâs been 3 minutes) she looks like a sad kicked puppy. but sheâs fine after she pulls you into her arms. âiâm not clingyâ she mutters kissing along your neck. âseem pretty clingy to me sae.â you tease back.
gives the best hugs. her arms around your waist while yours are around her linked around her neck.
when walking in public, her arm around your waist fingers in your belt-loop. the world is a dangerous place, itâs just to keep you safe. totally not because she just likes holding you.
she just wants to hold you, thatâs not clingy, right?
#kang sae byeok x reader#kang sae byeok x fem!reader#kang sae byeok#fanfic#squid game#sae byeok x reader#squid game x reader#wuh luh wuh#wlw
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The worst ending 20 : A Cage of Crimson Chains
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The worst ending 19 | The worst ending 21
Yandere!Lilia Vanrouge x GN!Reader
A/N : I just had a chance to sleep at 9pm!!?? for the first time in two weeks after 2am every day! ( sometimes 4am.. ) I think it's better now. Hope you enjoy it!
Warning : Yandere themes , obsessive behavior , emotional manipulation , confinement , stalking , psychological horror , possessiveness , violence , character death , unsettling themes.
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@iris-arcadia @yuu-twisted
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English is not my first language.
The child sat in front of you, his legs tucked beneath him, long strands of dark hair falling over his shoulders. His crimson eyes blinked up at you curious, unreadable, but eerily silent. No matter how many questions you asked, he never answered. He only stared, his gaze sharp and unwavering, like he was waiting for something.
You exhaled, pressing a hand against your forehead. " You can't just sit there forever without a name, you know. "
The child didnât respond.
You studied him carefully. His hair was wild, too long for a childâs, but it suited him. His expression, though void of words, was oddly mischievous.
" How about Lilia? " you suggested.
For the first time, his lips twitched. His head tilted ever so slightly, the smallest hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. He didnât speak not yet but that look told you enough.
" Lilia it is, then... " you murmured.
From that moment on, everything changed.
Lilia was not an easy child. From the moment he learned how to speak, he became a force of nature willful, stubborn, and endlessly energetic. He had no concept of personal space, constantly clinging to you, whether it was grabbing onto your waist, latching onto your back, or resting his chin on your shoulder while you tried to cook.
" Fei, get off " you muttered, shaking him off for the tenth time that morning. ( You can immediately figure out whether you are taller or shorter. )
" But Iâm comfortable! " Lilia whined, arms tightening around your waist. " And I told you to call me Lilia! Fei is too serious! "
" You are serious. " you deadpanned. " You nag like an old man. "
Lilia gasped, feigning hurt. " Nag? Moi? " He placed a hand on his chest dramatically. " I only lovingly remind you of things. "
" Yeah, yeah. " you sighed, prying his fingers off you. " And lovingly get in the way of everything I do. "
Despite his antics, he was oddly perceptive. He knew when you were tired before you even said a word. He knew when to be silent, when to watch, when to slip into the shadows like he had never been there at all. It was unsettling at times how his eyes would linger, how he always seemed to know things.
" You donât like people very much, do you? " Lilia asked one evening, hanging upside down from the couch like a bat.
You shot him a glance. " What makes you say that? "
" You always look tired after you talk to them. " he said, his voice light, but his eyes dark with something unreadable.
You scoffed. " And you? You act like you love people, but youâre always watching from a distance. "
Lilia grinned, his sharp teeth flashing. " Maybe thatâs because I only need one person. "
As the years passed, Liliaâs attachment to you only grew worse. He never liked it when you spent too much time with others. His complaints were subtle at first pouting, whining about being bored whenever you left but over time, his discontent took on a more sinister tone.
" You shouldnât trust them so easily. " Lilia mused one evening, sitting cross-legged on the counter while you cooked. " People are fickle. Weak. "
You frowned. " Thatâs a bit dramatic, donât you think? "
Lilia swung his legs lazily, smirking. " Maybe. But Iâm right, arenât I? "
You rolled your eyes, turning back to the stove. " You donât get to decide who I talk to. "
"Hmm," he hummed. " Maybe not. But itâd be easier if you only talked to me. "
You paused for a split second, feeling the weight of his stare on your back. When you turned to look at him, he was still smiling but something in his expression felt off.
" Lilia⊠"
He tilted his head, waiting.
" Youâre not being serious, right? "
A beat of silence. Then, he laughed.
" Of course not! " he chirped, hopping down from the counter. " Iâm just messing with you, y/n! "
But the way his fingers grazed your wrist as he walked past you light, lingering, almost threatening told a different story.
At first, it was little things. Your phone would go missing when you planned to meet up with someone. Strange rumors spread about people you knew, just enough to make you hesitate before reaching out to them.
Then, it escalated.
Your door was always locked when you tried to leave. The windows never opened quite right. The outside world felt like it was slipping further and further away, and Lilia was always there watching, smiling, waiting.
One day, you finally confronted him.
" Lilia. " you said, voice firm. " What have you been doing...? "
He blinked at you innocently. " Whatever do you mean? "
" You know what I mean. " You took a step closer. " The locked doors. The missing phone and Theâ "
Lilia chuckled, shaking his head. " Oh, y/n " he sighed, as if he was the one who was tired of you. " You really donât get it, do you? "
" Get what...? "
His crimson eyes gleamed. " That Iâm the only one you need. "
You felt your stomach drop.
" Lilia... " you whispered. " This isnât love.. "
He frowned, pouting like a child who had been scolded. " But I do love you! " he said, stepping forward, hands reaching for you. " And you love me too, right? "
His fingers curled around your wrist gentle, but unyielding.
You swallowed hard. " Lilia, let me go... "
He smiled. " No. "
One night, you managed to escape. The door had been left unlocked careless, unlike him. You didnât stop to question it. You ran.
The wind was cold against your skin as you sprinted into the night, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Trees blurred past you. The world outside felt strange, unfamiliar after so long.
Then, you heard it.
A soft chuckle.
" Running away from me? "
Your heart lurched. You turned and there he was.
Lilia stood in the middle of the path, his long hair swaying in the wind. He wasnât smiling anymore. His crimson eyes were eerily calm.
" You werenât supposed to leave. " he murmured.
Your body was trembling. " Lilia, this isnâtâ "
A sharp pain bloomed in your chest.
You staggered, looking down. His knife was buried deep in your stomach.
Lilia sighed, pressing his forehead against yours as he held you upright. " You should have stayed. " he whispered. " You should have only looked at me. "
Your vision blurred. The last thing you saw was his eyes, watching you, waiting, even as the world faded to black.
Lilia never left your side, even in death.
He carried your body back home, humming softly as he cleaned the blood from your skin. He dressed you in your favorite clothes, brushed your hair, and tucked you into bed as if you were only sleeping.
" Youâll never leave me again. " he murmured, kissing your forehead. " Now we can be together forever. "
And in the quiet of the night, under the soft glow of the moon, Lilia curled up beside you smiling, satisfied.
Because in the end, you were his
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#yandere twst#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere twst x reader#yandere lilia vanrouge#yandere lilia x reader#au doll#It can be seen as romantic or platonic!#I think he's quite a bit of a flirt.#Physical love language#he likes that.
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I saw that ask you got and i just wanted to say that it's so funny to me when people are like "why would you ship stancest ew" acting like they didn't sail off into the sunset together after DECADES of Stan openly pining for Ford. If they weren't written as siblings they would hands down be the most popular ship of the show
There's a long answer, and then there's the tldr at the bottom marked in red text. Long answer: If they weren't siblings, you literally wouldn't be able to escape this ship. It would have been THE ship of tumblr after the finale had aired, considered the "healthy" ship and the good ending, would be considered canon even if they didn't kiss, and it would be the standard by which all the other ships are judged. You would have people writing essays about how they literally took off on a ship, guys! It's so obvious and a metaphor for marriage and and- But here's where I can extend a bit of empathy that perhaps they wouldn't give me, as well as look at things from the perspective as someone who has seen shipping culture their entire lives. First off- most people don't want to fuck their siblings. I know, shocker. Most people who ship Stancest probably do not want to fuck their siblings, but people who don't CERTAINLY do not want to. It's the most repulsive thought in the world to them. There is such thing as being in such a close platonic relationship that it's an impossible thought. I think a lot of people who want Stancest shippers to die or whatever find that kind of desire utterly repulsive, that and let's be real, 1nc3st in real life is rife with abuse. It isn't a healthy thought to get those wires crossed. People who do not like this ship are empathizing with either of the brothers and projecting their own repulsion onto them. But here's the other bit. I'm not shipping Stan and Ford because they're siblings. Most of my ships are not 1nc3stuous. I don't find that element hot or cute, and while I'm not here to harsh anyone's vibe, if that's the only reason you ship Stancest I really don't want to talk with you about these characters. People see ships as inherently sexual, as inherently sexualizing, as "you must only ship this because you want to see the characters fuck". And mind you, with Stancest I don't see it as a bad thing at all to draw them doing things or being attractive together, etc etc. Not at all, and I'd be a hypocrite for saying otherwise. My point is, that's where people's minds go, that's the assumption that they make. They find 1nc3st repulsive, and clearly the ONLY reason I would ship it is because I like sexualizing that and only that aspect about it. Basically, they assume I must LOVE 1nc3st in and of itself, because otherwise why would I ship brothers? Now here's where I go back to the first statement, because most people I've seen don't just ship them for that reason.
You ever seen that meme about "if they have chemistry, I can't make them NOT have chemistry"? That's why I'm here. EVERYTHING about how Stan and Ford are written is tailor made to be SHIPPED. Aside from literally bounding away on a ship, they have a closeness and codependency that most brothers in fiction do not. Alex himself has said they need each other, Ford in the third journal said he was going to spend the rest of his days making up to Stanley. Stanley has spent his entire life wanting NOTHING but his family, his brother by his side. He seems more bonded to his brother than to any one he's ever tried to date, and Ford likewise. I'm sorry, but these two are not getting a "healthy" ending. They aren't going to be with anyone else. There's no version of them in which they find separate partners after having a little adventure around the world for a year or two then just go off in separate ways. This is the most "childhood friends to lovers" story I've ever seen. These two are NOT healthy to begin with, why would anyone expect them to start when they're that old and that hurt by everything in their pasts? I don't believe it inherently has to be sexually 1nc3stuous, but it could be. Wires are already being crossed. It's rare for anyone to be loyal for 30 years to one person when they aren't in love, and Stan wanted to get his brother back so badly that he forgot his own goals and even threw away his own identity to get him back. His entire life was for Ford, and after Journal 3, it should be obvious that Ford's entire life is for Stan now, too. What I'm trying to say is, while this ship isn't the healthy ending, it is the BEST ending for either of them. I think people who wanted Stan to be able to deny going with Ford don't understand him or his character, or what his character NEEDS, same as Ford. And I think people who try to separate the bros for shipping purposes or who don't want to do 1nc3st or accidental emotional 1nc3st are not fully reading the same things, watching the same things that we are. If they weren't brothers, everyone else would see exactly what we're seeing. They would see this as the love story it is. TLDR: I understand why people won't ship this ship, and I try to be empathetic, but these two have been given the kind of story that would ping the lovers radar to anyone if they weren't brothers and I'm not going to ignore that just because they are.
#stancest#stanliest thoughts#stanliest asks#I love talking about this stuff btw and I don't always have to be so heavy with it#If anyone has any questions about my headcanons or stories with the Stans or with Bill lemme know#btw I think intention here doesn't matter#I know Alex has both said it's strange but also that he doesn't care#I think sometimes somebody can write something by accident and it either reveals something about themselves#or about how they have internalized the stories they've encountered and the relationships between characters
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#ignore this ignore it#theres nothing in the tags its literally digital air#ladadeeda dadodidodaaaaa#that should be enough space#yeah yeah cringe wailing on main because im stressed#sue me#but im just#so fucking tired#nothing i do is ever good enough for anyone and yet#theyre still there expecting and being disappointed and#cutting into me because im not doing enough#but neither the fuck are they#there are countless things i could snap at them about#but i dont because thats not right#but they dont care how they make ME feel#make me want to end everything while acting like their the ones who are hurt#for fucks sake just tell me how to make you happy#for one goddamn minute#because i dont know and im sick of trying#to figure it out and being met with that same attitude of#youre not giving enough effort#youre not doing enough#im hurt but i never give a fuck about how you feel#because youre just fine#no im not fine#im fucking numb because if im not numb then im going to explode#and i cant do that#so i persist and hate existing a little more each time
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I'll look After You
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Pairings: Satoru Gojo x fem reader (reader is a mom)
Summary: You longed to hear from Satoru, After an epic night hooking up in a club bathroom, sure you'd been strangers, but he has your number, he made you feel so special... but... he never contacts you again. Ten months later, you have a beautiful baby named Reign, with those exact blue eyes. You never saw him again, couldn't even find him, so now, you are living your life as a single mom. Messy bun, dark circles, exhausted, you run into Satoru one day, and he sees her, his baby girl, and sees you struggling, he knows then, you're what's been missing in his life.
CW: MDNI- Sweet and emotional story, SO MUCH fluff here, Satoru is a freaking doll, misunderstanding led to him not knowing (nothing is kept from anyone on purpose) Fluffy long oneshot, watch Satoru fall in love with reader and his lil girl. Gojo being a dad and being cute! Explicit smut at the end- warnings- breed kink (it's me???) oral (f receiving) dirty talk, possessive Satoru (When isn't he?) Also some flashbacks to the original bathroom hookup (fingering, dirty talk etc) Sexual tension, 10.6k WC <3
Here is the full oneshot! Comments and reblogs SO appreciated if you enjoy <3
You often wondered about him, Satoru was his name.
As you look down at your baby girl, with her brilliant blue eyes while sheâs cooing happily, giving you a gummy little grin, you wonder what heâd think if he knew about her. The random guy at the bar you gave your number to after hooking up in a bathroom, the guy who never called, the guy with no social media of which to speak. The guy you never, ever saw again.
Your babyâs father, the best thing that ever happened to you, surely, but also it was very difficult, being a single mom, youâd have to go back to work soon which you were dreading, spending sleepless nights up feeding, changing her. It had been a rough pregnancy, and a shocking one at that, people had questioned you over and over, some mentioned not having her.
But something in you knew you could do this, you could have this baby, youâre broke as fuck but she has all she needs, and she makes you so happy, but those eyes are unmistakable. No one has eyes like that, except her and her⊠well was he her dad? You wonder if heâd run ten million miles from you if he knew, or would he have been okay with it?
Itâs odd that just a night of fun, alcohol and being on antibiotics created this amazing little girl, but you canât be upset, not when she brightens your world. But you still ache at times, for her to have a dad, you hope youâre enough. You wonder about him though, the bright energetic man, the one that had made you feel more in one evening than anyone ever.
The last man youâd been with.
Yes, itâs been that long, Reign was two months old, so youâre damn near a year, you say itâs because youâre so busy, but something deep in you knows that you felt something for him, deeper than the obvious physical. Something about how he looked at you, at how he laughed, at how he made you feel so special.
You assume it must have been some act, clearly, here you are, alone after all. You both only knew each otherâs first names, itâs true, but he had that number. Maybe it wasnât all you thought it was? Maybe he just was that sort of guy, the one that made women think theyâre his everything with one of his kisses, maybe you were just too drunk, and he was too pretty.
You blink a bit, shaking the haze thoughts of him as you yawn a bit, exhausted from Reign keeping you up all night, her tummy had been hurting. Youâre sleepily putting things in the cart, baby items, groceries, the essentials, you catch sight of yourself in the mirror above the produce, wincing then. You have a messy bun and are in pajamas, god help you if you ever wanted to meet a guy.
âOh hi, I have a baby with a random blue eyed dude from a bar, Iâm broke as fuck, and I wear pajamas to the store. Wanna date?â
Yeah. That would go over well.
âItâs⊠itâs⊠you!?â You sleepily look up then, so exhausted you barely register the six foot three man for a moment, then suddenly it all hits.
He stares at you, those blue eyes, the eyes your baby has, wide now, his pouty pink lips dropped open. Heâs just as gorgeous as you remember him, like itâs some dream, you feel weak then, chest rising and falling as your breaths come too quickly. He steps closer to you then, he hasnât seen her yet, nestled in her little car seat on the cart, youâre panicking.
âDo you even remember me? Oh my god, that night my phone broke, and I had just got it, they couldnât transfer the numbers! And I tried to look you up? But I couldnât find you⊠and I never saw you⊠and then- fuck Iâm rambling.â He laughs nervously, swiping his hand through his snowy locks. âForgive me, please⊠what I mean to say is⊠Hi?â
âHiâŠâ Your baby whines then, and Satoru pauses, blinking and you move to the side then, he steps closer when Reign opens her eyes, grinning at him.
Satoruâs heart pounds in his chest, his entire world tilts on its axis, he was already so thrown off by seeing you again, the girl he hasnât been able to stop thinking of, but now⊠he looks at you in shock, you look exhausted, but so beautiful, your eyes tear up then, he watches your shoulders slump, then he looks back at the baby, realization sinking in.
âSheâs⊠is she⊠thereâs no wayâŠâ
âSheâs yours, I only hooked up with you for the past⊠year.â You manage to say softly, right in the middle of the fruit aisle, Satoru was finding out you have his baby.
âYou did this alone?â He says then, blinking back emotions for a girl he barely knew, but who now has a part of him, a part he wants to know so badly suddenly, shocking him.
âI had no clue who you were, how to tell you, even if so, itâs not your responsibility okay? I take care of her just fine, I make it work.â Satoruâs heart breaks then, seeing how tired you are, seeing the endless baby items and cheap toilet paper, a cheap bottle of wine, is that all you get yourself?
You did this alone, you have his baby alone, altering your life while heâs living his just the same, partying with his best friends, working and living a luxurious life. Satoru was rich, and itâs clear his baby and his babyâs mother are struggling, and heâs here doing what? Could he have tried harder to find you!? Could heâŠ
âWeâre okay, you donât have to worry. Iâd never come for you for anything, I am happy being her mommy.â You say with a tired smile, reaching to touch her little chubby cheek, and Satoru has never seen anything so beautiful, the two of you.
Heâs felt so empty for this year, is this what he was missing?
âCan I⊠please⊠Can I know her?â He asks, gulping now, and you blink in shock, nodding quickly.
âI would love that.â You canât stop your tears then, sniffling and shaking your head. âPlease, letâs talk out of a produce aisle?â You whisper, he nods quickly, unable to take his eyes off you, off his baby.
After paying for your groceries, which you protest to, heâs out by your car now, a little minivan that makes him smile, picturing you as some pretty soccer mom already. You take her out of the car seat then, holding her carefully, smiling up nervously at Satoru. His chest swells at seeing you hold her, some instinct takes over, he instantly knows then.
He needs to take care of you both.
âI thought youâd freak out if you knew, be upset or want nothing to do withâŠâ
âGod no, no. I mean I donât know what to think, but⊠sheâs beautiful. Like her mom.â His words make you flush.
âIâm a wreck, Satoru, look at me.â
âYou just need some help, doing it all alone?â
âYou donât have to, okay? I can do it.â
He brushes a tendril back off your temple, sighing as he looks at you, at those dark circles that just make you more beautiful, but show the fragility youâre keeping under wraps as best as you can. âI want to help, this is on me too.â
âItâs not, I was on the pill but⊠antibiotics.â You grumble, holding the baby to your chest now, she is sucking on her little binkie, bright pink. âItâs all on me, Iâd love you to be in her life, but donât feel obligated to pay for anything.â
âYouâre stubborn, will she be too?â He narrows his eyes, and you giggle then, the first time in a long time youâve heard that sound.
âSheâs already stubborn, she gave me a hard time, wouldnât come out.â She wriggles then, and you step a little closer to Satoru. âWanna hold her?â
âCan you⊠tell me how to?â He asks, and you smile at him, for a tall, buff man heâs so sweet and precious, nervous even.
âYes, hold your arms like this.â He does as you ask, holding his arms out, as you gently place Reign in his arms. âHold her head just so. There you go, hey Reign, this is your dad.â
âReign?â He asks, in shock as he looks into her eyes, his eyes, but she has your nose, your hair. His lips. Sheâs⊠âPerfect.â
âIsnât she? Is it okay if I call you her dad?â
âItâs⊠perfect.â He says again, smiling at you, tears making his snowy lashes spike just so, you feel so complete then somehow. You canât explain it, seeing this melts you, and Reign is so happy she's cooing, sucking on her binky and staring at him, you watch him melt right with you. âHI there, dumpling.â
âDumpling? She's got a nickname huh.â He grins so big, nodding.
âI moved out of the city for the past year but I just came back to town. How far are you?â
âOh like ten minutes. Would you⊠like to come over tomorrow? I'd say today but my place is a wreck.â
âI'd love to. Can I get her something please?â
âYou don't have to⊠but she can always use binkies she throws these things. Ugh, see?â Reign spits out her binky and Satoru snorts as you catch it. She then touches his cheek, and he chokes up.
âI⊠oh my god. I love her?â He whispers in wonder, and you exhale, blinking tears that refuse to stop falling. âIs that crazy?â
âNo. I loved her when I first saw her too. Fuck I'm a wreck â
âHeyâŠâ He steps closer, handing you her carefully and then placing his big hands on your shoulders. âI am here now for both of you, however you'll let me be. Shh.â He brushes your back, resting his head on yours as you hold her close.
âI never thought I'd see you, tell you. I'm overwhelmed. I'm sorry.â
âYeah me too.â
Of course he is, fuck. He just found out he's a dad, and he's honestly taking it better than anyone could. He brushes your tears away, and your pulse quickens, you clear your throat then. âWe don't even know each other, it's insane huh?â
âAbsolutely insane. But⊠I can't wait to spend time with her.â He says softly, you smile up at him, trying not to read so much into it, so happy he wants to be in her life but you have to remember that doesn't mean with you.
âCome over tomorrow I'll cook you lunch? Please don't break your phone again.â He laughs then, nodding as you two exchange numbers.
âLast name is Gojo. I hope one day hers can be?â And yours, he thinks, but he knows it's crazy to say, as he watches you smile so pretty through your tears.
âMaybe we can do that someday. Well, Reign, say bye to dad.â Satoru kisses her little forehead, leaning up then, thinking of kissing you. You both stand there a moment before he opens your door, and you set Reign back in her little pink car seat. You smile up at him again. âI am sorry I'm in pajamas by the way, ugh.â
âThey're cute, little snowmen.â You snort, rolling your eyes as you slide in your car, hoping you will see him tomorrow with everything. âSee you both soon.â
You drive away, and Satoru calls his driver and assistant then. âCan you order me everything a baby girl needs? And I need it by tomorrow.â
******
Thereâs a knock on your door, you peek in the mirror one more time, you took a bath last night, your hair is shimmering and clean for once, you have just a little concealer on for those dark circles, a little lip gloss. Youâre wearing clothes and not sweats or pajamas, a little top with a cardigan and jeans, nothing fancy but you look human again.
You canât believe that Satoru will come, until you open that door and see him, standing next to a tired looking dark haired man holding an insane amount of glittery pink bags. Satoruâs grinning at you, wearing Gucci shades and a dress shirt probably worth more than your rent, only one little bag in his hand swinging side to side as he greets you.
âSatoru, you⊠what is all this?â You ask curiously, and he shrugs a broad shoulder, handing you the little bag.
âAll that is for Regin, this is for you though.â
âWhat!? Itâs too many things!â
âMiss, may I?â
You realize heâs just standing there struggling, and come to then. âOh, yes Iâm so sorry! Put them on the table?â
Satoru and Kiyotaka walk in then, you have a little place, itâs about the size of Satoruâs living room altogether, but itâs comfy and clean, lived in and every bit of it has something of you. He sees pictures of you pregnant on your little silver fridge, pictures of Reign all over, along with Christmas cards all placed with magnets. He sees youâve baked cookies, too, the scent making him starve.
Almost as much as your scent, so sweet and intoxicating, as he stands next to you, gesturing to the bags. âI wanted to get her something, remember?â
âThis is a whole store though!â Kiyotaka leaves now, and youâre delving into the bags, gasping as you pull out the softest, fuzziest pink blanket. âOh my godâŠâ
âI just had them buy everything for a girl? Is pink good?â
You giggle then, smiling as you pull out a pretty pink dress. âShe doesnât know colors yet, Satoru.â
Of course she doesnât.
Satoru truly doesnât know shit about kids, he called and told his mom, asking for advice, and almost gave her a heart attack he thinks. âOf course not, I⊠where is she? Is she napping?â
âShe is, but donât worry she usually wakes up soon. Oh these are so cute, how expensive are these!? Sheâs gonna wear them for like a week!â You ask then, pulling out a little baby pair of fancy shoes, then two more. âShe canât even walk yet⊠ah, but these are so cute though.â Youâre clearly conflicted, he chuckles a bit, then you stand up. âOh my god, Iâm a shitty host!â
âYouâre cute.â His words, all husky with that deep voice of his, make you flush now, making you even cuter to him. âYou look pretty today.â
âOh thank you, I didnât want you to think Iâm constantly a monster.â He snorts, rolling his eyes.
âYouâre cute either way. This was you pregnant?â He asks, as you lead him to the kitchen.
âYes, I was a whale, oh god.â He touches the photo then, a longing surging through him, he missed this, he missed you like this. He feels an ache washing through him, looking at your glowing face and round tummy.
âNo, you were beautiful.â Your breath catches, eyes shooting to his as he looks at you now, feeling something pulling you towards him, itâs like he takes the air out of your lungs just standing here.
âYouâre very sweet, Satoru⊠thank you.â You manage to breathe out the words, when he looks down at your body now, heating it up with his gaze.
âDid you like being pregnant?â
The words throw images in your mind, of him over you, putting more babies in you, fucking insane ones that you shove down quickly. He was clearly caring, and wanting to be involved, you needed to keep your thoughts to that and only that, despite the way your stomach is fluttering at his proximity.
âI did love being pregnant, feeling her move and kick, singing to my tummy and feeling her calm down. But towards the end it was really rough, because she decided she wasnât coming out.â You say with a little laugh, Satoru can see in how you speak how much you adore her. âWould you like to see more pictures later?â
âIâd love to. You didnât open what I got you.â
âYou shouldnât get me anything. Oh, do you want some cookies?â
âYes please.â He starts munching down on them, moaning. âYou baked these?â
âI bake when Iâm nervous? It gets insane how much I bake.â He smiles then, youâre tucking your shimmering hair behind your ear, grabbing him a glass of milk before you go grab the little bag.
âOpen it, now.â He sips his milk as you sit on the barstool by the counter, fingers gently pulling apart tissue paper, until you open a little box and see a gift card.
âTo a spa!? I havenât ever been to a spa? What I canât!â
âYou will. When youâre comfortable I could watch her, so you could get some time to yourself.â You sniffle then, the kindness of him after all the overwhelming months youâve had is too much, you shake your head.
âI canât, itâs all too much, you shouldnât feel like you have to do this!â He walks to you then, brushing a tear from your cheek, exhaling as he leans down so close.
âSweetheart, Iâm fucking rich, okay?â
âI assumed⊠wealthy with your clothesâŠâ
âNo, filthy fucking rich. Let me spend it on my baby and get her mom just a little thing please? How can you take care of her without any care for you?â
âI just do it, Satoru. I just do it.â He brushes more of your tears now, his lips far too close, you still donât know him truly but the gesture is melting every defense you may have had up.
âJust go relax one day, not now, when youâre more comfortable.â Reign starts crying then, making Satoru back off just as youâd leaned your chin up, and you two had been so close. You back away too, nervously standing.
âIâll go get her for you.â You say with a big smile, eyes still watery, and then you bring her out, Satoruâs heart swells even more than it did seeing you, he eagerly picks her up this time, versus being so nervous as before. âDad spoiled you already.â
âNot even close to spoiled yet.â He murmurs, snuggling her to him.
âHave a seat, please.â He sits on the couch with her, you take one of the many little blankets, gently laying it over her and then sitting on the couch with him, as he stares at her in wonder.
âShe barely cries?â
âThatâs around you, it seems. She likes you already.â Your words fill him with far too much happiness, a happiness heâs never known, but also such a longing.
âI wish I could have been there.â He whispers, brokenly, the handsome white haired man holding your little girl, and suddenly you can picture it, maybe his big bright smile during what was a difficult labor.
âYouâre here now.â You assure him, a hand gentle on his shoulder, the caress delicate before you think better of it, pulling your hand back. âI thought about you a lot, I mean⊠I tried to find you.â
âI wish you had.â
âReally?â He nods then, emotional. âSatoru Gojo, you surprised me, I thought for sure youâd turn and run.â
âNah, why? Look at her.â Sheâs blinking her long lashes, grinning at him then. âSo what do I like⊠do with her? Besides holding her?â
You laugh softly then, itâs so easy to have him around, it feels so natural that itâs weird. âWell you can feed her a bottle I pumped, but I breast feed mostly.â
He gulps now, looking at your top, where your nipples were pressing against the thin fabric. âOh?â
âYeah, depending on her mood, sometimes she is vicious. Iâll show you.â You gently take your top up, feeling his gaze when you pull off your nursing bra.
âThat thing is easy access.â He murmurs, you giggle a bit, nervous for him to see you when you let it drop, revealing one of your pretty breasts to him, leaving him dazed before he snaps out of it, handing you Reign.
Itâs very intimate, sitting with him while you feed her, sheâs sucking hard, so hard you wince then, her little long nails digging into your breast as Satoru smirks. âYouâre gonna laugh at this pain?â
âSheâs just like her dad, look at her go. A pro.â You snort, rolling your eyes and shaking your head as Reign aggressively punches your breasts for more milk.
âI wouldnât know, I donât think you did that.â You murmur thoughtfully, pushing back flashes of the night while she suckles.
âThatâs a tragedy.â You look down shyly, lashes casting shadows on your cheeks, while you feed his daughter, his daughter, itâs still not comprehending, itâs still taking him a lot to conceive itâs real. âLook at her face, oh my god!â
Your heart warms as he leans over, and Reign has stopped drinking, a goofy smile on her face. âSheâs milk drunk.â
âWhat now? She looks high as fuck.â You hold in your laughter so you donât wake her now, her eyes are shut and sheâs still sucking on nothing.
âShe does look stoned, it always cracks me up. Do you wanna put her to bed? Iâll show you where she sleeps.â
He nods and takes her again, watching your nipple with just a droplet of milk on it, he swipes it away before he can think better, making you shoot your eyes to him, lips parted. You hastily put the bra back up as a blush pinkens Satoruâs cheeks, slipping down your top, his touch on your sensitive nipples almost ended you just now. The desire for him in every way is almost insane.
You show him to the only room in your little place, itâs got a crib and a bassinet, and a tiny little bed that he assumes you must sleep in. You start wrapping her up in the new pink blanket then, swaddling her so tight, he watches in wonder at it, as you bundle her up.
âSheâll like a little burrito.â You snort in laughter, trying to keep quiet and covering your mouth then, looking up at Satoru in amusement.
âShe kind of is? Babies like to be swaddled, they feel comfy.â
âYou know so much⊠Have you had any experience before?â You both watch as she settles now.
âNo, I learned all this from lots of books and bugging the shit out of my mother. Though she even thought I was crazy to have her. But somethingâŠâ You trail off then, shaking your head. âSorry.â
âNo, please go on. Something?â
âSomething told me I was meant to have her, it sounds crazy. But⊠I knew I could do it, even if itâs a lot.â
Satoruâs hand comes to rest on the small of your back, as you turn your head to look back up at him, seeing the emotions written all over his perfect face. âYouâre doing great.â
You break down then at that, sobbing against his chest as he holds you, soothing rubs on your back. âI needed that, shit Iâm sorry.â
âShh, itâs okay.â You stay like that for a moment, letting him hold you against his chest, your face buried against his shirt, tears spilling freely while you take several breaths. âYouâre a great mom, I can already see.â
âShitâŠâ You pull yourself together, taking several breaths and leaning back then, Satoruâs cupping your face and it takes everything not to kiss him, this man who you still barely know. âI really appreciate that. Itâs been hard so far, but I love her so much, it's impossible how deeply.â
âI can feel it already. You, missy, need that break.â
âI couldnâtâŠâ
âI want to be involved, I want to care for her, and that means her mom too. Yeah?â You shake your head, earning his little glare. âStubborn little brat.â
âExcuse me!?â You glare right back, and he grins.
âYou are one!â
âMe a brat?â Your eyes narrow as you cross your arms.
âMmhmm.â Satoru tilts your chin up, your head falls back then, and he imagines entwining his fingers in it, imagining kissing you just like that night. He leans even closer and you pull back, clearing your throat.
âWe should step out so we donât wake her.â You murmur, when youâre back in the living room youâre carefully folding all the clothes heâs bought. âOh, I promised lunch! You up for stir fry?â
âIâm up for anything you wanna make, after eating those cookies.â You set to work, and soon the two of you are eating lunch together, Satoru moans as he devours the food. âMy god youâre a good cook.â
âThank you, I love to cook.â You nibble on your rice thoughtfully. âUgh, Iâm gonna hate leaving her to work.â
Satoru scowls now. âHuh?â
âMaternity leave is over in two weeks. Iâm just going to work part time though, so Iâll still see her plenty. Maybe Iâll bring her to work?â
âWhere do you work?â
âA library, Iâm very exciting.â Satoru grins now.
âYou look like a little librarian.â
âWhatâs that mean?â
âGoodie goodie, despite the bathroomâŠâ You both quiet then, as his mind whirls, and yours spins, remembering.
âS-Satoru!â Youâd cried out as his fingers had pumped in and out of your tight little entrance, soaking his fingers as he kissed down your neck, you watched your reflection in the mirror as he pressed you against the sink, free hand gripping you right under your chin.
âFuck, look at you? So sexyâŠâ He murmurs, the club's music pounding like your heart in your chest. He has a big hand muffling your cries as you soak his hands, dripping all over him. âHear her?â
His murmur against your ear makes you tremble, shivers sending down your spine as he builds that pressure inside you. You nod, drooling against his palm, when he is hitting that spot that has your eyes rolling back, pressing on it over and over with his long, thick fingers. Youâre screaming into his hand, ass arching against him.
âThatâs it, pretty, cum fâme huh?â
You both get quiet then, you see it clear as day, your face in that mirror as heâd filled you, and he remembers sucking your juices off his fingers, god itâs been almost a year and he canât get your taste off his mind. Heâd been with a few women here and there since he didnât think heâd see you again, but they were nothing like it, nothing like you.
How your body responded, every little muffled cry, he remembers dying to get you fully naked, planning it all out when he would call you. He wanted you to not even leave his bed, heâd fully taste you, make you cum with his mouth. Heâd get to look into your eyes as he filled you so good, have your legs up over his shoulders while he pumped inside.
Itâs like electricity in your quiet little home, the two of you sitting in a daze, your breath comes quicker when he leans across the table, brushing your cheek with his fingers, feeling the heat on them. âWarm?â He teases.
âUm, a little.â You stand then, taking his plate and smiling, acting as normal as you can. âAll done?â
âYeah, thank you.â He watches you wash them then, he canât even fathom not having a dishwasher, but youâre there with your pretty hands and that sponge. He doesnât want you to work, he doesnât want you even doing this, you should just enjoy the baby.
But with how stubborn you are, how independent? He doesnât know if youâll even take his offer when he makes it.
âHow about you come to my place with the little Dumpling this weekend? Maybe⊠stay a night? Iâll have her something set up.â
âStay the night?â You nearly break the dish youâre drying, Satoru catches it, suddenly next to you. âWho are you, Edward Cullen?â
âPshh, I look like a glittery fucking vampire?â
âA bit.â Youâre both laughing softly then, he dries the plates and you show him where to put them up. âItâs nice having a giant around.â
âAlmost whacked my head on your ceiling fans.â
âThe hardships of being stupidly tall, hmm?â
âHmm.â He leans against the counter now, snowy lashes lowering as he studies you intently, those eyes that just do something to you, even after this long. It feels like youâve known him, when one of his hands delicately brushes down your shoulder, feeling the soft knit of your cardigan. âYou dress like a little librarian.â
âDo I now? Not that night.â
His nostrils flare just a bit. âNot that night.â
Satoru had you lifted on that sink, sinking inside you for the first time, damn near whimpering in your ear as he kissed on your breasts, trying to yank them out as much as he could but failing. âSlutty little dress.â
âS-slutty? Youâre⊠slutty!â Youâre clinging to him as he stuffs you so full, too fucking full, your cunt is drooling down his veiny length as he fucks into you, your thighs pressing against his narrow hips.
âBoth are, listen to her⊠haâŠâ Heâs got one hand cupping your face, looking at you before he slams his lips down, tongues dancing while his cock keeps thrusting, tip dragging your spot, as you fall apart in the bathroom, a tangle of limbs intermingling with muffled cries. âF-fuckâŠâ
âThat dress still does things to my mind.â He admits, and you wonder then, howâd you both get so close? How were you nearly flush against him?
âDoes it now?â Your attempt at a tease meets with a broken voice, and you clear your throat, looking down shyly. âI donât think my ass would fit in it now, your baby girl gave me some hips.â
âI bet theyâre sexy.â
âShe gave me stretch marks too.â
âSexy.â
âYouâre ridiculous.â You shake your head then, brushing a hand up his chest, wondering just what his body looks like. He's clearly built, you can tell he's muscular, but you have to wonder just how he looks. âYou⊠donât date anyone?â
âNah. I mean I have had some dates this year, but nothing serious.â He couldnât say itâs because of you, because he compares women to this random girl he felt such a pull to, and now itâs a million times worse. Even picturing cute little stretch marks from having his baby makes Satoru feral, it takes a lot not to show you, to act cool and calm with a little smirk.
âI havenât at all. I mean⊠Iâm so busy with Reign, and the pregnancy.â
âBeen a while then?â His words are full of suggestion, his hand now brushes the air across your waist, hovering, like he wants to pull you in, and youâd let him, when Reign starts crying. You both step apart, his hands in his pockets, yours nervously fidgeting with your sweater.
âIâll go get her.â You come back with her now, and Satoru lights up at seeing her in your arms, bending down to kiss her downy soft hair, sighing.
âWhy does she smell so good?â
âBaby smell. I know, itâs addictive.â You inhale her scent, smiling as you are once again a centimeter from Satoruâs lips, your gaze goes to them, glossy and plump.
âWill you come this weekend?â
âY-yeah, Iâll be there Satoru.â
âI am going to learn things, I promise.â
âSatoru, just take it one day at a time. Youâre doing great.â He nods then, gulping down his every emotion as he leaves you two, and it feels so awful and wrong to leave you both, every force in the world pulling him back.
âHowâd it go, Mr. Gojo?â Kiyotaka asks, as heâs driving him back home.
âAmazing. They're so beautiful.â
âThey?â
âI meanâŠâ You both are. âKiyotaka, do you know shit about babies?â The man smiles tiredly then, shaking his head.
âNo, Mr. Gojo, but I see youâre so⊠happy?â
Satoru has a silly grin then. âI am, I want to set something up for them, think you can order more baby things? For my place?â
âCertainly, Sir.â He smiles as he watches Satoru in the rearview mirror, he never would have pictured something like this, but itâs clear Satoru is beaming.
*****
âCome in, come in!â You pause in awe as you carry Reign inside Satoruâs insanely beautiful home. It's probably ten of your place if not more, sleek and elegant, everything brand new and sparkling clean. Heâs instantly taking Reign, who is babbling at him as he cradles her, melting you completely before you even take a step.
âYour place is beautiful.â You murmur, he smiles at you then, taking your diaper bag off your arm and leading you inside.
âThank you for coming, I missed her already!? Yes I did, dumpling!â He plants kisses all over her face now, Satoru Gojo holding your baby just did things to your heart, rewired your brain, seeing them both light up.
âShe missed you too.â You murmur softly, Satoru looks at you then, white teeth glinting under the soft lights, taking in your pretty dress.
âMama looks pretty.â He whispers, loud on purpose clearly, youâre a blushing mess, when Satoruâs blue eyes sweep over you.
âYouâre too much.â You say, but youâre lowkey falling bad, youâd talked with him so much these past few days, as he asked endless questions, but also as you two got to know each other. Youâd fallen asleep on the phone last night, Satoru had listened to your light little snore, smiling and falling asleep with you.
It seems too easy, which terrifies you, but so far itâs been Satoru being excited to be a dad, so you keep trying to remind yourself that is what this was, but itâs hard when he looks at you that way. âToo much? You havenât seen shit. Come on.â
âOh god.â You follow him now, as he leads you through a wide open hall, winking at you.
âYa ready?â
âI think so?â He opens the door and it takes your breath for a moment, itâs a fully done nursery with everything a baby could need and more. Thereâs a pretty crib, a bassinet, a rocking chair even, itâs painted a baby pink with little teddy bears lining the ceiling.Â
âI know, I went overboard, I donât know how to not go overboard when I do things? And I want the best for her? I know you probably wonât be-â
âSatoru.â
âHmm?â
You smile then, placing a hand over his where it rests on Reignâs lap. âItâs beautiful, itâs so beautiful.â
He exhales in relief then. âYeah!?â
Youâre giggling now. âYeah.â
âMommy likes it, yes!â His enthusiasm is infectious, itâs the first time you think youâve truly been light hearted in so long, as he places her gently in the crib. âI had my mom go crazy and paid for it to get set up, really I did nothing but pay out.â
âItâs the most thoughtful thing in the world.â You hug him then on impulse, before pulling back shyly, your eyes meet each other, his hands on your waist. âBut how will she go back to my shitty place? I hope she doesnât get bougie.â
âI want her bougie.â You laugh again softly, sheâs playing with the little ovehanging baby mobile, sheâs enamored by the hanging stars. You watch him lean over the crib then. âSheâs a princess, you know.â
You canât take it then, you have to step out, shaking now, struggling to catch your breath, when Satoru steps out with you, looking at you with concern. Your feelings of him are utterly overwhelming, the beauty of Satoru fawning over his little girl puts these thoughts in your mind, of being a real family. As someone who didnât have a father, and didnât think Reign would, the hope filling you is so much.
âI got too excited.â He nervously admits, leaning against the wall next to you and rubbing the back of his neck. âI want her to have everything, if my mom didnât talk me out of it sheâd already have a pony.â You snort then, even through your tears. âThere, a little laugh.â
âItâs not you, this is amazing, itâs just⊠I planned my life, I planned it all out with her, alone. And now⊠we wonât be? I donât know how to process it, how to really believe it. But Iâm so happy sheâll have it.â
âCâmere.â He pulls you against him into a big hug, arms wrapped around you tightly, bringing you against his chest. âI didnât think Iâd have this, a baby girl? I know what you mean, itâs not what I pictured.â
âExactly. And⊠maybe I enjoy this too much.â You look up at him now, his lips quirked up at the side.
âMe too much?â He raises a brow.
âMaybe.â
âHmm.â Satoru leans down close, when the doorbell rings, he exhales then, laughing softly, pressing a kiss on your forehead. âSo I may have invited my mom. Is that okay?â
âOf course it is.â You are trying to calm your nerves when you meet her, long silky white hair and bright blue eyes. It's clear those genetics are strong, she surprises you by wrapping you in a hug.
âWhereâs this grandbaby of mine?â
Soon sheâs melting over Reign like the two of you have been, and Satoruâs made you both hot cocoa, family isnât something youâve really had, and to feel this comfortable and good? Itâs almost like some dream, as you all are so cozy inside, and Reign is just getting fawned over, giving you a little bit of a reprieve until sheâs hungry.
âI have a bottle, do you wanna feed her, Satoru?â
âI can do that?â You smile at him, nodding, and soon heâs got a bottle in her mouth, you position his arm just so as his mom watches you both with a knowing smile on her face.
âYou know, I could always babysit sometime. For you two⊠to go out.â You both blush now, looking up at her.
âGo out?â You almost squeak the words out, sipping your cocoa now that it's gone just a little cold, enamored with watching Satoru.
âYes, go out. Parents need time away.â
âWeâre not⊠umâŠâ
âIâd take you out.â Satoru says softly, and you feel those butterflies in your tummy going wild.
âYeah?â You manage to ask, failing at being subtle.
âYeah.â He smirks a bit, then Reign coughs. âWhatâs wrong!?â
âShe needs to burp, calm down.â You lift her against your chest, patting her back now. âThis is what youâll do, itâs just some air in her tummy.â
âOh thank god.â
âYou three are precious.â His mom checks her phone then. âI have a meeting, but I hope to see much more of you both.â
âMe too Mrs. Gojo!â She smiles, planting a kiss on Reignâs head then yours before she leaves. âSheâs amazing!?â
âI know, right? She was dying to meet her.â His hand rubs Reignâs little back, so big itâs as long as her almost, his other arm resting over the couch, brushing against you when he leans closer. âThank you for having her.â
âOh, Satoru⊠I just wishâŠâ
âYeah, me too.â He inhales and exhales, his eyes swimming with emotions. âI wish badly. I hate that I missed her coming into the world.â
âIâm so sorry⊠but I swear, sheâll not remember that, she wonât remember it at all.â
âBut you remember.â
âSatoru, it's not your fault, donât dare blame yourself.â He sighs now, his hand dropping off Reign to rest on your thigh over the thin black tights you wore.
âI donât want you working yet. Will you let me help?â
âSatoruâŠâ You shake your head. âYou are not going to pay my bills.â
âThen stay with me? Stay the year with your baby⊠with our baby, please. She should have her mom home.â
âItâs too much of an offer, I canât just live here! We arenât evenâŠâ
âIf you hate it Iâll get you your own place. I promise. Just let me take care of you⊠of both of you?â You stand, turning away, Satoruâs hands grip the sides of your arms as he leans close. âPlease think about it.â
âIâm not a charity case, Satoru. Iâm okay where I am.â
âI know that, okay? But I missed all of the pregnancy, I didnât get to help with any medical bills, anything. Please justâŠâ He turns your chin to face him, his glossy lips ever tempting as they hover just above yours. âPlease think about it.â
âItâs overwhelming, okay?â He nods then, you lean back just so, feeling his lithe body against your back, leaning back just so.
âYouâre not alone anymore.â
âSatoruâŠâ He wraps his arm around you, resting his chin on your head. âYou donât have to do all this.â
âI want to.â For you and Reign, but Satoru can tell your pride is getting in the way, and he can tell youâre conflicted. âGive it time, no rush, yeah?â
*****
After a few weeks of constantly being at Satoruâs house, you damn near almost live there. You come over at about the same time Satoruâs off work, and he learns more and more about Reign every single day. Heâs learned how to change diapers, how to feed her, and learns what certain cries mean. Reign rolls over for the first time on her mat and youâve never seen anyone more excited than Satoru.
He takes selfies with her and they are Insta famous, he has Reignâs name painted on the nursery door, though she tends to still sleep in the room you stay in, with her little bassinet. Satoruâs had you in the guest room, but what you donât know is at night he checks on you both, he kisses Reignâs forehead and tucks you in, he watches how cute the both of you are.
He watches you with Reign, ever attentive, and itâs about the time youâd have to go back to work, he can feel how devastated you are thinking of it, when you all are quietly sitting in the living room, having nibbled on takeout as Reign sleeps. You take a breath then, looking at the man youâre falling deeper for every day, every moment you spend with him.
âSatoruâŠâ
âYeah, sweets?â His little nickname always does something to you.
âI would love to stay with you, to stay home with her for a few more months, if youâre sure itâs still okay?â
Satoru jumps up then, picking you up and spinning you, youâre laughing breathlessly as he eases you down, and youâre flush against his body. Despite the endless times youâve ached to kiss him, to do so much more, you both have been a little apprehensive, you both donât know whatâs okay, whatâs not. You both feel far, far too much and are afraid of it.
âYouâll stay!?â
âIâll stay. But Iâll cook, and help pick up, and-â
âShh. Just stay.â Heâs cupping your face, heâs so close you can almost taste his sweet breath, your lashes lowering over your eyes now. âI want you with her, let me do that for you? And⊠I want you here. All the time I⊠miss you when youâre not.â
âAre you giving me puppy dog eyes!?â You demand with a grin, and he pouts his lips.
âMaybe. Is it working?â
âItâs working.â You donât stop yourself, not this once, when you lean up on your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his, and when you do, the eclectic shocks shoot from his lips, itâs just like that night a year ago, but more intense. You pull back nervously, looking away. âIâm sorry, IâŠâ
âNo.â Is all he says, pulling you back, bending low and taking over your lips, he moves them gently over yours, big hands taking over your waist and dragging you closer, mouth opening, tongue slipping past the seam of your lips. Your mouth opens in a gasp, and then his tongue delves inside it. âDonât apologize for kissing me.â
âSatoruâŠâ Heâs exhaling against your lips, kissing you again, soon your back is on the couch, and heâs moving over you, his hand trailing your waist, up to your breasts, your hands clinging to his shirt, gripping the smooth fabric as you fall apart from his kisses. Theyâre sweet, intense kisses, slow like he wants to savor every moment with you, growing more and more insistent.
He pulls up, just looking at you now, your thighs are around his hips, you feel that ache between them, not just physically either, you crave more and more of him, and you have been since you saw him again. You both just look at each other, speaking without words as he slips up your top, and you yank it nervously, earning his frown, stopping your hand.
âNot ready yet?â He asks, you shake your head.
âYou wonât⊠Iâm not⊠I donât like my tummy anymore.â You admit softly, tears threatening to spill, Satoru lifts your shirt then, leaning down and running his thumb across the little stretch marks Reign left.
âWell, baby girl⊠I love your tummy. Should I show you?â You shake your head, breaths coming quicker and quicker now. âYou had my baby, you carried her for me, and she left you more beautiful than before.â
âOh, SatoruâŠâ He kisses your tummy then, and desire shoots straight through you, your hands finally entwining in that silky hair youâve craved to feel for so long, heâs looking at you under lidded eyes, pressing kisses lower.
âYouâre beautiful everywhere. I bet it was sexy pregnant.â
You giggle just a bit, making Satoru smile against your skin, fingers tugging down your pants then, earning a little cry that makes his cock so hard it hurts. Heâs been dying to taste you on his tongue, to feel you around his fingers, watch that pretty face in pleasure again, but heâs tried to take his time, tried to focus on Reign, but the thing is, he loves both of you.
Heâs in love with you.
The way you move, the way you smile, the way you are with his baby? How your eyes brighten when Reign did something new, how you blushed when he gave you a compliment. But also, how your hips are shifting now, how your eyes are getting lidded, dilated with desire, and how the little silver lines run across where his baby was inside you.
âSatoru⊠that feels too good I⊠mmm!â You cry out quietly when his fingers find your slick heat, finding you drenched already.
âYou this easy for me?â He asks, you want to retort, something witty, but you canât, you just gasp out in pleasure when heâs got your pants off, and heâs parting your thighs, long fingers pressing in the plush of your skin as he stares at your pussy. âFuck youâre pretty.â
Youâre trembling as youâre fully bare in front of him, his breath on your clit alone makes you jerk, he places a teasing flick of his tongue right on your clit, you cover your mouth to hide the pathetic moan. He flicks his tongue again, thumps slipping the plump lips of your sex apart, watching the wetness pool out of your little hole, he catches it with his tongue, groaning as he tastes you.
Your hands clutch his hair so hard youâre tugging at his head, eyes rolling back in your skull, biting your lip hard not to make too much noise. He looks up at you, slinking his tongue all the way up your dripping pussy now, from your hole to your clit, groaning as you drip all over his mouth, his face.
âIt tastes as good as I remember.â He whispers, enjoying that ruby red blush on your cheeks. âYouâre so cute like this, sensitive?â
âYouâre torturing me.â He chuckles, the hot air making you whimper, a sound that shoots desire through him. âPleaseâŠâ
âPlease what, pretty?â He casually licks you once more, leisurely as if he has all the time in the world, tilting his head just so to flick the underside of it, watching the tiny little clit twitch. âUse your words, sweetheart.â
âMake me cum, please.â He moans then, devouring your pussy, his movements less teasing and precise and sloppy, now, lapping up all the juices that pour as you cry out in pleasure, hips bucking up for more, then you feel his fingers sliding in and out of you now, pressing in deep, finding that spongy spot that makes you shiver.
âThere you go, youâre clenching me sâgood. Canât wait to feel you around me.â He murmurs, curling his fingers just so, your legs are shaking so hard, youâre falling off that edge, chest rising and falling with your breaths.
âM-gonna⊠ToruâŠâ Satoru moans now, the sound vibrating against your heat, he looks at you then, eyes dilated and dark, leaning up, his chin coated in your slick, shimmering.
âCum for me, baby.â At that he sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue swirling around it, humming and making you shatter under him.
You come so hard you see stars bursting, eyes rolled back, your mouth in the most slutty O as you gasp out, youâre arching off the couch, his name a quiet little broken scream in the quiet room. You feel his smug grin against your sensitive bud, as he nips at it then with his teeth, making you jerk and whimper, leaning back to study your clenching little hole.
âThere you go, so good for me, hmm?â He coles those words, slipping up you now, sliding his finger up and down your drippy slit, kissing you, letting you taste yourself off him.
âNeed you. All of you.â You murmur then, he pauses his kisses, looking down at you, and emotions surge and mix with the pleasure, the insane need for him to fill you, over and over again.
âIf we do, I want more than just⊠co parenting. I want more than just sex. I wantâŠâ Satoru gulps then, cupping your face carefully, your hand comes to grip his wrist, thumb brushing over his strong, fluttering pulse.
âI want more too.â You admit, swallowing nervously, as one of your hands rests on his chest.
âI want you to be my girl.â Youâre crying then, nodding eagerly at his sweet and pure words, when heâs kissing you again, salty tears mixing with your taste. âWill you be? My girl?â
âI would love to be yours.â He moans again, standing then, helping you up, your arms wrap around his neck as he carries you, your lips donât separate when he backs into his bedroom.
âWant you in my bed, every night.â He whispers, easing you onto the floor to stand, slipping your top off and revealing your breasts which sway just a bit, you eagerly unbutton his shirt, showing every inch of his chiseled, perfect frame. You gasp when you finally see him, fingertips trailing across sculpted muscles.
âYouâre perfect, Satoru.â You whisper in wonder, and he cups your face again, kissing you deeply, a kiss so beautiful it ruins you forever, Satoru has ruined you forever, you know now what you knew that night deep down. âItâs only you.â
âItâs only you. Youâre perfect.â You gasp as he picks you up again, laying you on the bed, youâre eagerly tugging on his pants, gasping when you see his huge, veiny length, something youâd had inside of you bud hadnât even seen. You stroke him, earning his soft whine, he pins your wrist above your head.
âLemme touch him, please?â You beg, earning both your hands pinned, as you laugh breathlessly.
âNo way, Iâm not busting quick, Iâve waited too long for this.â You giggle, earning his pretty glare. âIâm not.â
âYou didnât bust quick that night?â
âYeah, I did.â You shake your head at him, gasping when heâs pressing against your entrance, he tenses, muscles flexing, when suddenly you both hear it, Reign on the baby monitor. âShit.â
âShitâŠâ You both stay completely silent. âMaybe sheâll stop?â
âI sure hope so. Need to get you pregnant again.â
You blink in shock now, as Reign quiets. âHuh!?â
Satoru grins, a devious fucking grin, as he presses your legs apart, one over his shoulder, sinking in as you bite your lip, so filled by him, trembling beneath him as you roll your hips. âI need to see you pregnant, gonna be so fucking sexy.â
âYouâre insane, Satoru Gojo.â You gasp when he shoves his length fully inside you, bottoming out and youâre so full you canât breathe, clinging to his bare shoulders desperately as he moans, feeling your walls flutter.
âYou didnât know that yet? Iâll have to show you, sweetheart.â Heâs fucking you then so good, thrusting in and out of your slick cunt, which is drooling all the way down his veiny length. Heâs smirking as he rolls his hips just so, watching you start to come apart. âYou love it, huh? Cock filling you so deep?â
âPleaseâŠâ His leaking tip kisses your cervix, you shudder under him, cumming so hard you canât tether yourself anymore, and he revels in it, in your pretty face all scrunched up, all reddened as you cry out.
âThatâs it, canât help yourself? Want me to fucking fill you?â
âPleaseâŠâ
âYouâre such a good girl, hmm?â The words short circuit whatâs left of your brain, as Satoru leans back on his knees, hands slipping up your body, gripping your breasts, which have little droplets of milk. You whimper, trying to cover them. âAh-ah.â
He leans forward, sucking them then, youâre so sensitive you scream, thanking everything Satoru has a huge home and that the baby couldnât hear anything, because the sounds he writhes out of you are filthy. He leans up, licking the little droplets off and grinning again, possessively gripping your throat, hovering over you as his cock slides in again.
âGod, even thatâs sweet. All of you. Sweet and slutty.â He huffs, youâre kissing him desperately, nails pressing against his scalp as they grip his hair. âMy girl, youâre all mine now, hmm?â
âWanna be⊠y-your girl.â You whisper, ending him as your cunt gushes down on him, as he feels the tight muscles grip him like a vise, he eases back, shoving your legs up then in a mating press, every instinct making him crave to make you his again. Cum in you, fill you, make you pregnant. âToru⊠I havenât⊠not a lot of⊠exper-ah!â
âThatâs alright baby, Iâll fuck you so good, all you gotta do is take it, yeah? Look so fucking pretty fâme.â The sweet, emotional and cute Satoru is now feral, psychotic and possessive, his eyes so blue they hurt to look at, but youâre nodding eagerly. Youâve never been fucked like this, not even close, but he assures you, over and over that you can take him. âThatâs right, gonna take all of me.â
Your thighs are smushed against your breasts as Satoru fucks you harder, perfect strokes that hit every spot, spots you canât even figure out, the ridge of his cock hitting again and again until youâre close, already having cum twice. Youâre sobbing under him as he leans his weight on your thighs, folding you in half and going deeper, deeper, bottoming out.
His balls slap heavy on your ass, so full and ready to pump his load in your eager hole, youâre a mess, tears on your cheeks, mumbling incoherently, pussy drooling and loosening more and more. You take him, all of him greedily then, as he slows just a bit, leaning up to press your thighs even higher, watching his cock disappear as your cunt sucks him in.
âOh look, sheâs taking me sâgood, she wants it huh? You want it, greedy, slutty pussy.â Heâs talking to your pussy, but you also canât care, not when youâre so close, incoherently whining. âCanât talk, sweetheart?â
âGonna⊠cum⊠again⊠Satoru!â He moans as you speak his name, using a forearm to press your legs up, angling his cock just so, shoving deep as he presses a thumb to your clit, ending you utterly.
âThere you go, cum on lemme fuckin feel her milk me.â He huffs, husky voice hoarse as your orgasm washes over you, full body, youâre shaking and sobbing as your arousal pours down him, making him tense, gasping. âOh fuckâŠâ
âCum in me. Cum in me, please.â You beg weakly, and Satoru does then, full mating press, pumping all his cum so deep, filling you to the brim as he leans down, whimpering with you, tongues sloppy as you kiss.
âFeel sâperfect⊠gonna make you a mommy again, yeah?â You nod weakly, cunt throbbing as he pumps more and more, nails pressing into his back as you both ride your orgasms out, until youâre sensitive messes. âF-fucking⊠b-babyâŠâ
âSatoru, g-godâŠâ He is exhaling, easing your sore thighs down then, pulling out and watching the mess that pours from your pussy, a mix of his cum and yours, he grins at it.
âYouâre so messy, hmm?â He shoves two fingers in your cunt, pushing his cum back in as you scream out. âAww, you canât take it baby?â
âToo much, ngh!â Satoru slips his fingers out, sucking on them and moaning, before repeating it, shoving them in your mouth, you moan as you suck them greedily, both kissing again, a tangled mess of limbs.
âTaste us together, god.â
âSo yummy.â He kisses you again, again, again, as you struggle to come back down, heart still racing. âMy godâŠâ
âYeah, holy fuck.â
âYouâre like⊠you have a breed kink like bad.â He snorts then, kissing up the side of your neck.
âCould it have to do with the fact that my girl is gorgeous with my baby? And Iâd love to really see her pregnant?â
âI want you there too. I do, even if this is insane.â
âIs it?â
âYes, first we have a baby, then we move in together? What next, a first date?â
âYou know⊠yes. Mom offered?â
You giggle at him. âSo is this you asking me on a date!?â
âMmhmm, with my cum pouring out. Wasting it, tsk tsk.â He starts kissing down your body again, when Reign cries, this time loudly. âUgh.â
âUgh.â You agree, brushing back his hair when he kisses your tummy. âYou make me feel beautiful, Satoru.â
âYou are.â He says simply, kissing you deeply, helping you up. âMost beautiful girls there are.â
âIâŠâ You almost say it, but youâre still so afraid, those words on the tip of your tongue. Satoru smiles as if he knows.
âGo check on her.â
âYeah.â You are soon all dressed, and Reign is no longer crying once she gets swaddled, her binky in her mouth. Satoru comes behind you, arms wrapping you tightly and pulling you against him.
âSo, that date?â
âMmm, got plans already?â You look back at him, as he holds you so sweetly in the quiet room.
âYeah, the spa you never went to, brat.â
âOh! Yes, letâs.â
*****
Satoru Gojo and you have had a baby, then moved in, and then you had your first date, which was both of you getting pampered, you were giggling when Satoru kept eating the cucumbers meant for his eyes, when he moved the masseuse because he got jealous of him. âMy girl, Iâll rub your back.â
âSo jealous.â You tease, but you then sigh in pleasure as his big hands rub your body just so.
âMaybe I am. Maybe I donât ever wanna lose my girls.â You pause then, leaning up, breasts revealed as youâre just wearing a little towel. But Satoruâs eyes are serious, when he gently rubs his hands down to the back of your hips.
âYouâre not losing us.â Heâs kissing you, leaning over you in the spa, when he whispers in your ear.
âLetâs go.â
In the backseat of Satoruâs driverâs car, headed back home, you and Satoru devour each other, his hands on your rib cage, his lips on your nipples. Your head falling back, arching up for more, never, ever able to get enough. Heâs filling you again, and youâre soaking him again, heâs fucking up into you one moment, one moment youâre controlling it.
A push and pull, a back and forth, endless kisses, until heâs filled you up again, whispering the lewdest things, picturing you as his wife, picturing you pregnant again, but the words are coming out as muffled, dirty words that donât match. And you feel the same, you think the same, but youâre too fucked out to speak, too lost in everything that is Satoru Gojo.
That night, Reign is up and down, and youâve just given her a bath, singing to her and cradling her. Satoru watches you, emotions catching in his throat, as a sliver of moonlight darts through the windows, illuminating the faces of the two girls he adores. Reign is being fussy, huffing, but then she hears you sing, and sheâs calming, drifting off just so.
You catch him watching you, smiling at him, laying her back down gently. Satoru leans over, brushing a thumb across her cheek, as she sleeps so peacefully. âI love you, dumpling.â He murmurs to her, your heart aches at his words, as you repeat them softly to her, and Satoru wraps an arm around you.
âI love both of you.â You look at him then, so nervous, but he exhales, kissing you softly, feeling tears fall from his eyes, pulling back to see youâre trembling. âI know itâs a lot, but you have to know that I love you. I love both of you so much it hurts.â
âI love both of you.â Your heart hammers in your chest, as a hand slips up your back, and he leans down, blue eyes swirling with tears. âIâll take care of you both, always. I⊠Iâm complete now, with you both. I canât ever lose you.â
âSatoru, never. I never want to be without you again.â Your hushed whispers are followed by sweet kisses, until you both close the door quietly, and Satoru has you picked up in his arms, effortless as you hold onto him, resting your foreheads against each other. âIâm home, here.â
âYou are home, here. Want you to have my last name, both of you. Please.â You nod, sniffling as he carries you, kissing you desperately, pressing you against the door of his room once youâre back inside. âNeed you to have my last fuckinâ name.â
âWe will, Satoru. Weâll all be Gojos, hmm?â He grins so big then, easing you down and turning you, vivid memories of that night filling your mind, overwhelming your senses. Your head falls back as he kisses down your neck, slipping your shorts to the side to find you.
âSo ready fâme?â You nod weakly. âGood, need to have a whole fucking clan of Gojos, yeah? Gonna give it to me?â
âMnh, yes.â
You would give Satoru anything, and finally every piece that seemed so out of sorts is in place, as you found something you didnât know was missing, and he found a family he didnât know he had. As he eagerly works you so well that night again, you also know you want to give him more.
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#all I wanted was to love you and care for you#Iâve never met a man who was offended that someone wanted them in some way and yet here you are#for all the problems you have in your personal life you think youâd just be happy that someone wants to show you affection in any way#but youâd rather be miserable and âbetterâ and halfway hate your life than just accept this#Iâll never understand someone who willingly chooses to be/stay unhappy especially when better options are available#Iâll never understand why you would show me so much passion just to give me a cold shoulder#you say it has nothing to do with me but disregard the fact that you treated me like trash to throw away when you were done with me#you say I didnât do anything wrong while also saying everything I do makes you uncomfortable#you act like we never had a history that still haunts us both#and whatâs going to happen when you need that passion again?#are you going to find another anxious vulnerable girl to use and manipulate?#are you going to fuck up someone else and ruin another life?#if youâve done this before and then repeated that then youâll just end up doing it again one day#youâre just another lesson Iâve had to learn and Iâm tired of being taught#for someone I thought was my savior you sure make me do a lot of labor#but hey Iâm always fucking up anyway right? so Iâve always gotta apologize for something#have to grovel at your feet lest you say Iâm hurting and insulting and pushing you#have to let you control this whole relationship and just be glad you give me something lest you walk away#I hope one of these days you realize who I was and what I gave you and how you fucked me up#I hope you understand the damage youâve done and the wreckage youâve left in your wake#and I hope someone does to you what youâve done to me so youâll finally get to hurt the way I do#personal
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simon who gets into a fight with you, all messy and angry, lots of yelling at each other, and ends with him just slamming the door to your shared bedroom, not wanting to escalate it further and just... cool off.
he hears the cries and sobs from the other room, your mouth babbling something he couldn't quite understand between the sobs and the sniffling. he was upset, you were the one being dumb and was yelling at him and he didn't want to hurt you further. it's not his fault... right?
simon spends some time thinking about it, on the bed with a scowl on his face. he couldn't even hear your crying anymore, you'd probably gotten hungry or thirsty and just left. the silence was a little unnerving, and it's not like it'll end if the two of you kept being so persistent, so he figured out he should just apologize and take it from there, regardless if it was his fault or not.
though as he was about to go look for you, his nose was hit with a familiar scent... instant noodles?
not surprised, you probably were so upset you wanted to eat something too.
he made his way to the kitchen, not going to lie the scent made his mouth water too. he knew how much you liked it, and he loves whatever you like too.
in the middle of the kitchen, you stood in front of the stove, the smell of instant noodles wafting through the entire house. you looked... tired. and small, hunched over the pan just looking at the food as it cooks.
simon didn't really care if you'd claw his eyes out for this, but he reached out, leaning over your shoulder, his arms around your waist.
"smells good... share wit' me."
you didn't respond, still a little upset that he just acted as if everything was fine, but you didn't push him away, not even noticing that there's a small smile on your face. you took the pan off the stove, placing it on a kitchen rag on the dinner table, and handed him a fork. lord knows he can't use a chopsticks.
as the two of you ate together out of the pan, the two of you started to talk again, continuing the fight earlier, though calmer and sprinkled with a few jokes here and there. regardless of who was at fault, the two of you apologized, and you admitted that you'd decided to make the noodles because it would lure him out of the room. simon pouted, knowing that he couldn't resist it when you cooked anything and some good snack every once in a while.
as upset as he was that the two of you fought, you think that he's more upset that you lured him with instant ramen like some dog.
#this was random I'm so sorry#cod#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty headcanon#cod headcanon#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#cod ghost x reader#ghost headcanons#cod ghost#ghost cod
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Can we, for a second, think about the fact that Hannibal dressed Will before he carried him home through the snow?
Will is naked when he's about to get the face surgery from Cordell. We see a scene of him in the operation chair where he's shirtless, lower body covered by a hospital blanket. Hannibal, who cut himself free from the ropes that were holding him captive on Muskrat farm, who then killed a large sum of Mason's staff including trained security and surgeons, saves him before Will's face gets removed. This all happens off-screen. The next scene is Hannibal carrying Will (bridal style) through the snow. In this scene Will is dressed, including a jacket for the cold and all that. Imagine Hannibal, the violent beast we saw when he killed Mason's men, blood probably still on his hands, finding Will there. Unconscious, and then dressing him. Dressing someone is a very intimate thing, especially someone unconscious. It requires care and gentleness. That, and knowing how to handle a body and loving someone enough to dress them while they don't need to be. He buttoned his buttons for him, tied his shoes, put him in a jacket to make sure he wouldn't get cold - I mean, Hannibal himself doesn't even wear a jacket in that scene. There's blood and wounds all over Hannibal's face, he's exhausted and probably the one in the most physical danger, yet he takes care of Will before he takes care of himself.
This hits even harder if you think about why they ended up in Muskrat farm in the first place. In Florence, Hannibal tried to 'eat' Will. He tried to split his head open with a bone saw. That intense violence, the grotesque and desperate nature of those actions makes a perfect and sharp contrast to him saving Will after outside forces try to take their lives, which is a heroically gentle and intimate action. He didn't have to dress him up like that, he didn't have to carry him that way, but he did. Hannibal fails to kill Will in Florence, and with that he fails his last attempt to get rid of his feelings for Will. Or at least, to make his feelings bearable. He thinks that he can control himself better when Will is dead, so he tries to kill him but he fails. Not because he's stopped, but simply because he can't do it. If Hannibal wanted him dead, Will would have been dead. Mason's men only interrupted his theatrics. They gave him a reason to put away the saw and act like it was purely their fault, but then Will is in danger at the farm and Hannibal does everything in his power to save him and get him home safe and well. At home he takes off his jacket, literally lays him in bed and tucks him in. He covers Will with a blanket, he tries to write mathematical formulas to reverse time and cleans his wounds. That's why Will's rejection when he wakes up is so tragic and hard to watch. It breaks Hannibal, unbreakable and inhuman Hannibal Lecter. It simply hurts him enough to break his heart. It breaks him enough to give up everything he ever lived for and surrender to the FBI, which he spent a lifetime running from. He does this because when he decided to save Will, he realised he would never get over the things he felt for him. In Hannibal's mind, the worst thing that can happen is never seeing Will again. He finally realised that, after everything, and that's why he surrenders to the FBI.
Hannibal honey, you don't want to eat his brain. You just wanted him to love you.
It's subtle details like this that always stick to me afterwards. It's just another thought I had and I felt like sharing.
#hannibal#nbc hannibal#thoughts#this is not supposed to become a Hannibal blog but I couldn't help posting about them again#hannigram#It's time to use the tag again!!!:#these tragic homos will be the death of me#will graham#hannibal analysis#analysis#hannibal season 3#3x07#digestivo#hannibal meta#meta
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The Consequences of Fucking Up
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âYour break up was messy and painful. All you want to do is to forget about him. His friends, who ever since you ended it with Yoongi see you as their bullying target, make sure that the memory of him stays fresh in your mind however, haunting you day by fucking day. While Yoongi makes it seem as if he gives no fuck about your situation. Until one night he is in front of your door. Drunk and fucking regretful.â
â„ïž Requested by anonie â„ïž
Pairing: Gangster!Yoongi x f.Reader
Genre: Exes!AU, Messy Break-Up!AU, Crime!AU, Cop!AU, Hurt and Comfort, Angst, Smut, a lil bit of Fluff
Wordcount: 15.9k
Warnings: lowkey they're bad for each other, but also somehow so right?, OC is such a people hater, I feel like she has mental health issues which are never addressed tbfh, she is quite the pessimist, unhealthy consumption of alcohol, smoking of cigarettes & weed (listen. i hate smoking and stand by that but it sadly fits their characters), Yoongi is kinda apathetic and cold, or is he??, IS HE???, implied violence and murder, corrupt cops & lawyers, policeman!Jungkook makes an appearance and he stole my heart tbfh :(, he is so cute that i almost sobbed, drugdealer!Hoseok makes an appearance too, there is also detective!Namjoon and smuggler!Taehyung because I love this vibe :); abuse of power, fuck Yoongi just fuck he is so ngngn, slightly protective & possessive!Yoongi, intoxicated sex, desperate!Yoongi, no foreplay, but she is not uncomfortable, choking (m.receiving), rough desperate sex, position change from sex against a sofa to missionary on said sofa, a lil bit of strength kink hihi, he cums too soon, dirty talk, tears :'), he is actually so emotional during the sex, the ending is so cheesy and cute <3, Spoiler: he is willing to change!! and he is a cutie actually, jsjsjsj sorry but i love yoongi a lot :(
Disclaimer: This is purely fiction and isn't like my usual stories. It does not portray how the boys actually are and it is not how I see them. This is a work of fiction with no correlation to real life. The type of relationships depicted in this story are far from how I normally portray my relationships and I do not advertise for such relationhips or staying in such relationships. This story is supposed to be twisted and dark & so are the relationships in it, as well as the characters. You have been warned. If you decide to continue reading, then it is out of your own free will.
a/n: now that the disclaimer is out of the way i can officially bark because woof woof fuckkcc anonie thank you so much for this idea. i had the worst and best time writing this story like nfnfnf her mental state was definitely very difficult to write, but their tension just got to me. i made the ending as cute and fluffy as possible just as you wanted hihi <3 also i love villian characters who would set the whole world on fire just to prove their dedication :) i hope this is what you imagined, because i kinda made it longer and with more plot than i planned to at first sjjsjs i couldn't be stopped jsjsj ALSO this is giving me the perfect opportunity to finally write a Kook request I got years ago ohoho
Yoongi collides with the wall, feeling the cold nuzzle of the gun press against his chin. He drops the keys and flowers he was carrying, lifting his hands in defeat.
âCareful, itâs just meâ, he lulls.
âGet the fuck out of my houseâ, you spit, carrying murder in your eyes.Â
Three months prior
âSo youâre breaking up with me?â he asks, gawking at you with widened eyes. He looks more surprised than he does hurt. Probably because it hasnât actually sunk in yet.
âI am.â
âNo, youâre not.â He laughs because he never takes anything seriously.
âYes. I am.â
âToo bad, I wonât act like it.â
âYeah, you will.â
He laughs, âyouâve had better jokes, but I still admire the commitment.â
âYou see. Thatâs the problem with you. Everythingâs a fucking joke to you.â
He is smiling. It reaches his eyes.
âYour job, your men. Me. Everythingâs a fucking joke to you. If you would have taken Sukunaâs thread seriously, Soojin would still be alive. If you didnât fucking insult Miss Mei, you wouldnât have lost twenty thousand in drugs and you wouldnât have to fucking kiss asses like a beggar.â
His smile doesnât reach his eyes anymore.
âIf you would have put any kind of effort into me, I wouldnât be leaving now. You take everything as a joke, while in reality you are the biggest joke here.â
His smile falls. You stood up and that actually scared him.Â
âWait baby, wait. Princess, we can talk about thisâ, he argues, closing the distance with his arms stretched open. âIâll fix the issue with Miss Mei, I promise.â
âDoesnât matter. Iâm done talking. Soojin died because of your recklessness.âÂ
Yoongi touches your hands. He holds them, clutches them. You have never felt such a touch from him before. As if he actually loved you.Â
âWhat can I do? Tell me and Iâll do itâ, he offers, caressing your knuckles.Â
This is what you craved for months. Affection. Attention. You were always a passing thought to him. Something to fuck and possess. Something low maintenance like all his other shit. His current touch almost makes you want to stay because for the briefest moment, your breaking heart wants to believe that he finally changed.Â
But you know better. He doesnât take you seriously and if you stay, you will one day end up like Soojin. Metaphorically or not, you will end up dead because of him.Â
âThere is nothing you can do. Sorry.â
You slip out of his touch.
âBabyâ, Yoongi follows you with panicked eyes, trying to touch you again.
âGoodbye, Min Yoongi.â
âPlease donât leave me.â
You close the door and run, finally letting the tears escape.Â
You love him.
You always have and perhaps always will.Â
You donât want to leave, but know that staying will kill you.Â
One week passes. You spent it holed up in your small, shitty apartment, crying your heart out. Yoongi was the best and worst thing that ever happened to you and you miss him. You hate that you miss him. Because he was way worse than he was good.Â
He was never abusive. He was a violent man to anyone but you. You, he always touched with utmost care. At you, he never screamed. But he was still not good. He was cold and apathetic at times, then terribly affectionate at others, only to become cold again. And you couldnât take it anymore.Â
You wouldnât have left your apartment today if your fridge hadnât been empty. It wasnât always empty, but sadly enough, groceries donât magically appear. Not even for an outlaw such as yourself.
The city is busy. The smell of street food, smog and body odor poisons the air. The weather is hot these days and people started sweating more. You canât stand people. You pull the mask tighter around your nose, hoping to shield the stench this way.Â
You greet the clerk when you enter the shop, lowering your mask. It smells of grocery store in here. Fresh bread, produce and clean floors. Itâs a welcome change to the rancid outside.
You spent fourty minutes in the shop and pay with cash. You never pay with card because it can be traced. Someone like you canât risk being found.Â
âSee youâ, you say your goodbyes and leave the store. You plan on coming back in three weeks. You canât stand being outside often.
The door just about closed behind you and then someone jumps you. Three people to be more exact. Two hold your arms while one rips the bags out of your hands.Â
âLet go! Hey, you fuckers!â you fight them off instantly, surprised at how easily it is to do. Way too easy. They let go of you as quickly as they grabbed you. At first you think that nothing happened, until you notice your grocery bags in one of the guysâ hands. They stole your stuff!
âYou motherfuckers! Get back here! Theyâre mine!âÂ
They run away, flipping you off over their shoulders.
You sprint after them, but before you reach them, they jump onto a tuk tuk and drive off, finally showing you their faces. Those were some of Yoongiâs underlings.
âWhat the fuck?â You stumble back in disbelief. âDid they fucking steal my food? What the fuckâs happening?âÂ
It takes you a while before you finally come to the conclusion that you have to buy everything they stole a second time. And you do. And nobody jumps you. And you go home, make yourself shitty dinner and drink a bottle of soju all by yourself. It isnât a good night. Itâs a shit night. But then. All your nights have been shit for years.
You met Yoongi four years ago. It correlates with when your shit nights began. Okay, you are being unfair. The first two years with him were paradise and your nights were wonderful. You were an aspiring lawyer, while he was in the midst of getting a promotion to superintendent. You supported each otherâs dreams, motivated each other and celebrated when your goals were achieved. Then the truth spilled out. The man you knew to love turned out to be a lie. Why you never left, you do not know. He gave you the chance to leave, but you didnât. You made yourself low maintenance to him and your nights became shit. He pretended to be a proper policeman by day while you pretended to be a proper lawyer and at night he became what he hunted by day while you tried to hide whatever evidence about him flooded into the offices. You hated it at first, then loved it, then lost your job because of it and became dependent on him and started to hate it again. Well, at least working for him. You liked everything else. Having to work in the system and seeing how corrupt even the most eligible politicians or CEOs truly are, made you realise that perhaps stealing from them isnât as bad as it first sounded. You liked being on the dark side of the law because the bright side was just as twisted. You just simply started to hate that it means being close to Yoongi.
It took Soojinâs death to finally make you realise that staying with him will end in your death as well. And so you finally left.
You will start a new life, make up a new identity, move to a different country and forget about him. Maybe. Who knows. You havenât decided yet.
A letter comes five days after the grocery store incident. It is stuffed into an unsealed envelope and clearly delivered by the person who wrote it. You open it, feeling shit instantly. Whoever wrote this letter is calling you the most hurtful of names, telling you personal stuff which truly hurts. You throw it away and go back inside, opening a bottle of soju. It wasnât Yoongiâs handwriting, but somehow you still think that it is connected to him. You try not to let it get to you, but you still end up rotting away in your bed for the rest of the week only leaving it to piss, shit and eat.Â
The next week your packages are missing. You never get them back. The culprit is never found. You curse the sky, knowing that it was fruitless. Yet again, you think that it was connected to him. To Yoongi, the man you wanted to forget, but who keeps haunting you day by day.
The city at night is a dangerous place. If you donât know where to walk, you could find yourself in a rather messy situation. Especially as a woman. You are glad that most women are clever enough to stay at home once darkness greets the streets. Most women donât know how to defend themselves though. Properly and without the law in mind. You killed before. Once. It was self defence. Yoongi took care of the body, you never found out what happened to it. He stayed with you the night it happened, even let you cry in his arms. He was gone the next day and never spoke of it again.
You clutch the big knife tightly in your bag, scanning the streets constantly. It isnât far anymore until you are home. Hopefully the heavy rain clouds stay dry until you get there. You arenât in the mood to get wet. Not tonight. You would have never left if you hadnât ran out of fucking cigarettes. The kiosk was closed, so the journey was useless. Thunder announces that the clouds arenât your friends. Mere seconds later, it starts pouring.
âFucking shit, I hate this city.â
Rain in this city is always dirty and never really cold. You take it as a bad sign. Rain shouldnât be warm. Not always, not constantly. Somethingâs wrong with this city. Something is rotting slowly until one day it will consume everything in its wake. You hope to have left before it can wake up.
The way home is too long for the amount of dirty rain it pours. You find refuge under a shop sign. There are no rooftops or canopies in sight and the only thing close to a safe place was the stupid restaurant sign. Authentic Asian Beef Noodles, it reads in bright red letters. The place is stuffed with people and the smell of beef broth mixes with the dirty scent of rain. You grind your teeth. What a shitty situation you find yourself in. You prefer being outside though. You know that once inside, the restaurant would be hot and stink of digested booze and body odor. You take getting wet over breathing in peopleâs air.
Except that you donât really stay wet for long. The distinct sound of rain hitting an umbrella meets your ears. You look up. Black. You look to the side at the person holding it. Yoongi. Your stomach twists, your heart skips a beat. He is wearing a suit tonight. Black with a black tie. His hair is slicked back. He used makeup to conceal the scar running all the way from his forehead over his eye and down half his cheek. This is his work outfit. His police chief outfit. Yes. He is a chief these days.
Your instincts tell you to leave without saying anything, but itâs been six weeks since the breakup and you still love him. You hate that you do, but canât stop staring at his face. He has his brows raised in a nonchalant way as he inspects the heavy rain. He doesnât grant you eye contact, but holds the umbrella in a way which lets you know that he came out here after seeing you. His left shoulder is getting wet, while you stay dry completely.
âWhat are you doing here?â you hear yourself ask him.
âWork dinner. I have to pay âcause Iâm the boss and all that shit. Theyâre eating like greedy pigsâ, he scoffs, âfucking assholes.â
âI see.â
âYou?âÂ
âBuying smokes.â
He finally looks at you, studying from head to toe.
âThe kiosk was closedâ, you answer his question about your cigarettesâ whereabouts before he can ask it.
âI thought you quit.â
âSome things happened which made me start again.â
âMhmâ, he hums and takes out a packet of cigarettes from the inside of his suit jacket. He lights himself one and puts the packet away again, leaving you to stare at the smoke he blows out through his nose.
He isnât actually serious, is he? It is like he is mocking you. It is already bad enough that he sends his stupid goons to terrorise you, now he is mocking you as well? You hate that you still love him.
You stay like this for a while. You staring at him while he holds the umbrella for you and smokes. You donât know why you stay. You hate that you love him. You hate it so much.
Yoongi takes a long drag of the cigarette and exhales the smoke in an almost sigh-like breath. He lifts the cigarette, holding it closer to you.
âWhat?â you sound disbelieved, scandalised even.
He doesnât say anything. He just shows you the cigarette as his eyes follow the endless rain. You hate that you love him. You hate it so much. But you still take the cigarette and put your lips right where he had hisâ moments before. But you still smoke it as if it was the most normal thing to do. Because it once was. You and he shared many smokes in the past. It was once the most sensual, erotic thing to do between you and him. Barely clothed, intoxicated minds and high on the other, you often shared a joint as you got each other off. Fuck, it was always so fucking orgasmic to be with him that way.
âWanna grab a bite?â he offers, pointing at the restaurant behind him, âone more mouth to feed isnât gonna ruin me.â
You are hungry. You havenât had a proper meal in weeks. Instant ramen, frozen food and snacks is all your body has to run on. You have no energy to cook and with how shitty you eat, it is a vicious cycle. Shitty food gives little energy, you already have low energy. The motivation to properly cook grows lower and lower each day. You dread the day you have only enough energy left to open a package of chips and eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
âIâm not hungry.â
He glances at you. He knows that you are lying. Your eyes have greyed in starvation. He almost rips the cigarette out of your fingers and smokes it angrily, huffing out the smoke.Â
âIâm offeringâ, he hisses.
âAnd Iâm declining. I can take care of myselfâ, you throw back and rip the cigarette from his grasp to smoke it angrily.Â
You may be starving, but you will be damned if you make yourself dependent on him again. You left him to finally prove to yourself that you can take care of yourself. You donât need his help. Not anymore.Â
You take another deep drag, then hand the cigarette to him. He smokes it, glaring at you. You know that your stubbornness angers him.
âTell your men to stop pestering meâ, you say into the tense silence.Â
He looks over his shoulder at his police team. They are too drunk and caught in conversation to pay their boss any mind.
âTheyâre insideâ, he says.
âYou know I donât mean them. Tell your other men to stop annoying me.â
âI have no idea what youâre talking about.â
âYes. You do.â It is your turn to smoke. âIt all started when they stole my groceries, but itâs been getting childish. My packages keep getting stolen, my internet cuts off, I find letters in my mail. Letters saying awful things about me. Itâs getting ridiculous. Tell your men to stop terrorising me.â
âStolen packages?â He takes the cigarette from you, brushing his fingers against yours as he does. The touch feels like the sweetest poison on your skin. âThis doesnât sound like my problem to solve. Go to the police.â
âAre you serious?âÂ
He inhales, exhales the smoke into your face. You should be disgusted by it, but almost huff it in like an addict. Yoongi watches your lids lower and your chest raise in a greedy breath, finding it hard not to stare at your lips as he hands you the cigarette. You smoke it. His eyes are still on your lips, glued to the shape of them as his throat runs dry.
âVery seriousâ, he rasps.
âYou are the policeâ, you throw back in disbelief, exhaling the smoke into his face that way.
âMhm yeah, I guess I am.â He takes the cigarette, smoking it with half lidded eyes. He exhales, handing you the cigarette. âWhen are you going to come home again?â he asks, looking back at the rain.
You almost choke on the smoke, exhaling it in a cough. Yoongi glances at you from the corner of his eyes.
âYour farce is getting ridiculousâ, he says coldly.
âMy farce?â
This break up wasnât the first break up you and he went through. You left many times before, always thinking that you were finally strong enough to forget him only to come crawling back again. You donât blame him for doubting that this time will be different, but you still canât stop yourself from getting angry.
âDid you even hear what I said?â
âI did. Go to the police. I have nothing to do with it.â
You drop the half-finished cigarette. It dies in the puddle on the ground.
âI was smoking thisâ, he says dryly, âbesides, donât litter.â
âPick it up yourself if you care so much about these dirty ass streetsâ, you spit and turn to leave. You take getting wet over being with him any longer.
Yoongi watches you leave, shakes his head in disbelief and bends down to pick up the cigarette. He wonât run after you because you will come crawling back eventually. You always do.
âSir?âÂ
He turns his head. One of his officers. He is young and with sparkles of big dreams in his eyes. Yoongi pities him. This city is going to chew him up until there is nothing left of him. He had the same dreams once and knows what the viper nest, which is the justice system, is going to do to him.Â
âWhat do you want?â he asks him dryly, rolling the wet cigarette between his fingers.
âWho did you talk to right now?â
âJust someone important to me.â
âShouldnât we escort her home? Itâs raining and there could be criminals on the streets. Itâs too dangerous for a woman to be alone.â
âSheâll get home safely.â
âAre you sure, Sir? I stayed sober for cases like these. I could get the car right away.â
âYouâre sober?â
âYes, Sir.â
âBut itâs a work dinner. Youâve been off work for hours.â
The young officer salutes, âI know, Sir but a policeman shouldnât slack, Sir.â
Yoongi feels deep pity for the young man. He is so motivated, so proper and full of good spirit. Waking up is going to hurt like a bitch for him.
He pats him on the shoulder.
âYouâre a good person, Jeonâ, he says and swerves past him to get back inside.Â
The young officer follows him with pride glimmering in his innocent eyes. Yes, waking up is going to hurt like a bitch for him.Â
Yoongi wasnât always living two lives. He was like his young officer once. Full of dreams and motivation. He dreamed of using his powers to do good, to help those who needed it most and then he woke up. He watched politicians and men in power ruin, rape and kill the powerless without ever getting punished for it. He felt helpless. If even someone in his position canât change the world, then who will? His criminal work was honourable once. He slipped evidence money under the table to hand out to the powerless, he let proof disappear for people doing crimes out of desperation. One time he was supposed to put a starving mother behind bars because she stole diapers for her babies. Yoongi couldnât do it and so he disobeyed the law for these kinds of people.
But then his criminal work became less about the powerless and more about him. Making money the illegal way was easy and it is fucking addicting. Especially when he could make sure that evidence about him never reached the higher ups. Yoongi fucking loved the sudden power he possessed and he was too blinded by it to see that he became exactly what drove him to criminality in the first place.
Yoongi tells his officer to check up on your place that night. The young officer rings the doorbell like he was told to do.
You open it, swaying from intoxication as you do. The stench of digested booze wafts off you. But you somehow seem to sober up when you see the police badges on his shirt.
âYouâve got the wrong personâ, you tell him, trying to morph your face into an expression of sobriety.
âDonât worry, Miss. I came here to check on you.â
âCheck on me?â
âYes, Miss.â He salutes you. âI have orders from my captain to make sure that you arrived home safely and that you received thisâ, he says with an innocent smile on his lips, presenting a plastic bag to you.Â
Authentic Asian Beef Noodles, it reads in red letters and inside, three big takeout containers of food are waiting to be eaten.Â
Everything clicks into place. This is one of Yoongiâs employees. Another young, hopeful spirit which will be crushed in the system. You pity the young officer. You had the same innocent sparkle in your eyes once.
Hesitantly, you accept the takeout food.
âThanksâ, you mumble.
âAny time, Miss.â He studies you for a moment. âAre youâŠare you okay, Miss?â
You bite back tears. His empathy is going to kill him one day. But it feels so good to receive. You havenât been asked this question in so long.
You shake your head. He straightens up in worry.Â
âShould I call help for you, Miss?â
You know what he indicates.
âThank you, no. Iâm just going through some shit. Sorry, Iâm being sappy tonight.â
âYou donât have to go through it alone, Miss.â
âI know. Iâm just⊠Iâm seriously alright, I wonât do anything stupid. You donât have to worry, officer.âÂ
âYes, well I still see it as my duty to stay because you seem sad to meâ, he says and tries to go inside your apartment. He still has a lot to learn. You know from his eyes that he has no bad intentions and that he truly wants to help, but you know how the city will treat such deeds. One day he will try to help the wrong person and end up with attempted sexual assault charges. And it will fucking destroy him because people like him only see the good in the world and canât imagine that others would want to hurt people.
You stop him with a guiding hand on his chest.
âThat isnât necessary, really. My packages keep getting stolen and I guess itâs been annoying me.â
He pulls out a pen paper instantly, stepping closer to you without noticing, âyour packages? Have you seen anyone suspicious? How many packages have gone missing? When did it start?â
âNo, I⊠Thank you for your concern and the food, but I will get through the night safely.â
He steps back, cheeks reddened in embarrassment.
âForgive me, I donât know why I did that. My captain said that you were important to him and that I should make sure that you are well, so I wanted to do a good job at it.â He bows at you deeply. âPlease forgive me, Miss.âÂ
âHe said that?â you whisper.
He nods his head, âyes, Miss.â
âOh. Uhm. â You clear your throat. âThank you, I, uhm, tell him that Iâm good.âÂ
âI will, Miss. Here, my card. You can always call me when you need somethingâ he hesitates, âor when you just need someone to talk to.âÂ
âThank you. This is so kind.â
âYou are never alone, Miss.â
âThank youâ, you say, bowing at him. He is so kind. God, you want to grab him and tell him to run before itâs too late.
He bows as well, âgood night, Miss.â
âGood night.â
You watch him leave. He gives you one last look out of the police car and a kind wave, then drives off.Â
You close the door with a curse. This just sobered you up. The young policemanâs kindness just sobered you up. You check his name on the card he handed you. Jeon Jungkook. Why someone like him? He never should have found his way into this field of work.Â
You look at the takeout food next, feeling your stomach twist. You are important to Yoongi. Holy fuck.
Itâs been eight weeks since you left him. You donât feel better. The cigarette you shared was two weeks ago and yet you still feel as if it was sticking to your lungs. Each time you breathe out, you swear you can taste him. It almost suffocates you and keeps you from relaxing. So you leave your depressing place for a walk to the kiosk. You read somewhere that walks are good for oneâs mental health. You canât agree. Walks force you to be outside where people are loud and fucking stink.
The vendor must be fucking with you. The day is bright, but the kiosk is closed again. You bang your fist against the closed door, cursing loudly. You want your fucking smokes is that too much to ask? This city is fucking shit.
Youâll just call someone who will always help. You saved him as Jay. His real name is Hoseok. You donât say his real name in public. He doesnât say yours. Yoongi sometimes called him his best friend, but what is such a title out of the mouth of the most apathetic man you know? You were his girlfriend too and look at where this has gotten you, living as an outlaw in the shit and dirt of this city.
Like always, Hoseok lets the phone ring four times then he picks up.
âFlames are hotâ, he says.
âAnd the arsonist works hardâ, you answer him.
âHyacinth, itâs good to hear your voiceâ, there is finally a smile in his voice now that you answered the code correctly.
âThe same goes for you, Jay.â
âWhatâs up? I havenât heard from you in ages.â
âNothing much. Iâm out of smokes.â
âThe corner in twenty?â
âYeah.â
You and he end the call at the same time. Twenty minutes later you meet. He wears black overalls and smudged eyeliner. He says it keeps the char easier to hide. Like always, he greets you with a quick hug.
âWhat do you got?â you ask him.
âWhatever you want.â He opens his bag. âIâve got cigarettes, but something stronger tooâ, he says, scurrying around the contents of the bag with his fingers. He always has burn marks on them, but somehow they are never dirty.
âWhat do fifty bucks buy?â
âFor you? Two packs of cigarettes and two joints. Thatâs a steal.â
âFuck dude, youâre getting expensive.â
âYeah well, a manâs gotta eat.â
âFine, Iâll take it.â
You and he exchange goods. He makes small talk.
âBut why are you here with me? Did Suga run out of goods?â
Suga is Yoongiâs codename in public. The sound of it almost brings bile into your throat. You did such a good job in forgetting him and now the memory of him is as fresh as a new day. At least you like to pretend that you are doing a good job at forgetting him. Your heart knows better though.
âWe, uhmâŠâ
Hoseok exhales sharply, âagain?â
You nod your head.
âWhen?â
âMore than two months ago.â
âDamn, thatâs long.â
âYeah, Iâm serious about it.â
He cocks his brow up.
âI amâ, you insist just a little snappishly.
âAlrightâ, he closes his bag, âI gotta go now.â
âAlready?â
He looks around nervously. Almost as if he didnât want to be seen with you.
âYup. Use the stuff wisely, I wonât have new stuff for a while.â
âSeriously?â
He nods his head and salutes you nonchalantly.
âSee you around.â
âSeeâŠyou?â
He turns his back to you and walks off quickly, soon disappearing into the busy crowd. Is this your fate? Even the people closest to you avoid you now that you arenât Yoongiâs anymore? Were you truly only worth something as his little thing? You ball your hands into fists, bending the joints this way. You have to leave this fucking place. There is actually nothing holding you here anymore.
That night the phone terror starts. Numbers keep calling you over and over and over again. You pick up the first time, only to have to listen to the most hurtful things another human has ever said to you. The voice wasnât Yoongiâs, but you still blame him. Now that you arenât his thing anymore, you became free food to whoever had been waiting to make your life a living hell. You turn off your phone after an hour and go to sleep with the help of Hoseokâs joints.
The doorbell wakes you the next morning. You consider not answering because itâs probably just one of his goons wanting to terrorise you. But whoever is ringing the doorbell is stubborn, forcing you out of your bedroom. You look through the door cam first.
That young officer. He is in full uniform.
You open the door hesitantly.
âGood morningâ, he greets you with a wave and a smile.
âGood morningâ, you murmur. Your mouth is as dry as a fucking desert. You are also so hungry that you could throw up in his face right now.
âHow are you feeling, Miss?â
âGood.â
âThatâs good to hear.â He says and shows you a package which he kept hidden behind his back all this time. He smiles brightly and proudly. âTada!â
âWhatâs that?â
âI caught the package thief, Miss.â
âAre you serious?â you gasp and your eyes instinctively drift to the car you have noticed parked outside your unit for days. The door is opened and someone is sitting in the backseat. He looked cuffed to the seat. You glance at the young officer and the shiteating, proud grin he is sporting. He has been watching you? Did Yoongi tell him to?
âWait. Youâre actually serious.â
âVery serious. For you, Missâ, he says and shoves the package into your face.
âUhm, uh. Thanksâ, you accept it, putting it under your arm. âHave you been watching me?â
âDid you notice the car? Sorry, I thought that I was better hidden. Iâm still new to all of this. But I caught the thief, heh.â He points at himself with his thumbs. âThatâs my first real arrest.â
He manages to drag an honest smile to your lips. He is kind of adorable in a way.
âThatâs cool. Thank you for taking care of it. Now Iâve got nothing to worry about anymore.â
He grins and nods his head, studying your features afterwards. He opens his mouth.
âJeon are you there? Overâ, his walkie talkie interrupts whatever he wanted to ask you. He takes it off his chest harness.
âIâm here, Kim Sir. Over.â
âCome to the precinct. We need reinforcements. Over.â
âComing right away, Sir. I caught a thief right now, Sir. Over.â
A pause where the higher officer is definitely baffled by his confession.
âGood job, Jeon. Over.â
The young officer giggles before he speaks again, doing so as seriously as possible.
âThank you, Kim Sir. I am taking the criminal to the precinct. Over.â
âUnderstood. Over.â
He puts the walkie talkie back on its harness and gives you a sorry smile.
âThat was my boss. My other boss, not your friend who is the boss of this boss. Anyways. I have to go now, duty calls. Are you going to be okay, Miss?â
âI am. Thank you for your kindness.â
âAnytime, Miss. Uhm, have a good dayâ, he says and leaves with a wave of his hand. He waves again as he drives off. You retort it, staring at his car until it disappears behind a corner. You sigh deeply. He is so nice. Why someone like him? Why does this life always find people like him?
Itâs been ten weeks since you left him. You read somewhere that walks are good for your mental health. You still canât agree. Walks force you to be outside where people are still loud and still fucking stink. But itâs better than staying in your apartment. Youâve got new neighbours since Monday. They keep fucking like actual animals. They fucked when you left your place tonight. You were this close to kicking their door in and slaughtering them like pigs. You opted for a walk in the end.
You walk for a while then sit down by an empty bench next to the river. It is quiet. Nobody is really here. At least nobody important. A couple, how disgusting. A late night jogger, clearly a man. A homeless person, who uses another bench as their bed. You hate looking at homeless people because you feel helpless seeing them. You stopped being on the bright side of the law because of people like them. You thought that maybe if you stole from the corrupt men in power often enough, you would be able to help the ones who truly needed it. But you never managed to actually achieve anything. The homelessness in the city grows, while the pockets of the politicians become fatter and fatter in wealth. You fucking hate this city. It is rotten to the core.
âLook who we have here. If that isnât our pretty little Hyacinth.â
You arenât quick enough to get up to leave and then you already have two men throwing their arms over your shoulders while a third is grabbing the back of your head from behind. You try to reach for your knife but canât. Their grip on you is too good.
âWhat are you doing here all alone?â
Their voices are familiar and one look at them confirms your suspicions. Itâs them. The same three underlings who stole your groceries months ago.
âLeave me aloneâ, you tell them.
âWhy should we? You are all alone. If the boss knew weâre leaving you alone, heâd grow angry.â
âI can take care of myself.â
âNow, now donât be like that. Youâre just a girl and there are many dangerous men out there.â
You look to your side. One of them is licking their lips like a hungry animal.
âYeah? And youâre being fucking inappropriate. Leave me aloneâ, you spit, shaking off their arms.
They let you. Just as they let you stand up and take your bag.
âGoodnightâ, you tell them and leave. Quickly. You walk a good hundred feet until you finally dare to look over your shoulder only to realise in horror that they are following you. Quickly.
You can defend yourself. You know how to kill, but you also know when you are outnumbered. And three bigger men against a woman is sadly never going to end well for the woman. You hate this city and you hate this life. You know that their words were nothing but provocation. They know you arenât with Yoongi anymore, that you arenât under his protection anymore and that in some weird way, you sullied his honour. You also know how people who bring dishonour to the gangs of this city are punished. The men are murdered and the women, well, they are murdered too but not before being sullied themselves. You hate this city and you hate this life. This life which is going to fucking end for you soon.
You dare to look over your shoulder one more time. They are so close that you can see the hunger in their eyes. No. Nononononono. It canât end like this. You were supposed to leave this city, start a new life, forget about Yoongi. You are not going to die here in this dirty, shitty park far away from your dream.
Thump.
You bounce back from the impact, letting out a blood curling scream. It was instinct. Just as it is instinct of the person you ran into to grasp you by your arms and pull you closer again.
âLet me go! Help! Help me!â
âQuietâ, the person hisses and shakes you. This voice sounded different. Familiar in an almost intimate way.
You dare to shift your eyes to them.
Yoongi.
âI, I, Iâ, you stutter, feeling delirious in both fear and shock. You grab his shirt, twisting it to get closer to him. The act is intimate and out-of-place but you are too frightened to think clearly.Â
Yoongi brushes over the state of your glassy eyes to look over your shoulder. There are three men suddenly scurrying away, using the darkness to hide. He managed to get their faces.
He looks back at you. Your eyes meet. A little bit of clarity returns to you. What are you doing? Your fingers soften around his shirt.Â
âI donâtâŠâ
âCome on, weâre going homeâ, he say sternly and puts an arm around your waist, dragging you with him like this.
You follow him all the way to his car. You even let him sit you down on the passenger seat and you even stay seated when he rounds the car to get to the driver side. You think that you are in shock because you donât protest when he starts the car, nor when he drives off. You simply stare outside with your knees turned to him because your body acts against your consciousness. The city passes you by in flashes of neon colours. His car smells like his cologne and leather. He has no music playing.Â
Yoongi glances at your face. You have your head against the window, squeezing your hands between your thighs. The neon lights illuminate your features each time he passes by another light source. He can see that you are trying not to shake.
He takes a deep breath, shifting his eyes to the road. He has to grip the steering wheel, otherwise his hands would shake in anger.
âShould we get dinner?â
His voice rips you from whatever trance you were in. You sit up straight, looking at him. He is gripping the steering wheel to the point his knuckles pale. His long hair is hanging into his face tonight. A turquoise varsity jacket adorns him. His scar wasnât hidden behind concealer. He wasnât working his day job today. What was he doing at the park? Why was he there?
âTake me homeâ, you order him.
âI am.â
âNo. Home. Not your place.â
âMy place is your homeâ, he gets out through gritted teeth.
âNo, it isnât. Not anymore.â
âDonât be ridiculous.â
âDid you see what they were doing to me?â
âNo.â
You are lost for words for a moment. The tears come afterwards.
âStop the car.â
Yoongi looks at you because your voice was shaking. He holds his breath at the sight of your tears.
âWhat?â he makes sure.
âStop. The. Car. Now.â
He laughs and shakes his head.
You pull the knife out on him. He swerves to the side on instinct, fixing the mistake so vigorously, you and he shake in the small space. You donât let it affect you, holding the knife against his skin.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â he hisses.
âStop the fucking car or Iâll kill us bothâ, you spit, holding the knife against his throat.
âFuckâ, he growls and hits the steering wheel. The car rolls to a stop.
âGet outâ, you threaten.
âI am. Fuck.â
He follows your orders because you have his life at bladeâs end. He still slams the door closed. You leave the car instantly.
âWhat the fuck were you thinking? You could have killed us bothâ he tries to scold you, but you silence him.
âIâm talking nowâ, you roar.
Yoongi closes his mouth because he has never heard you like this before.
âYou are such an asshole! Each day I regret the moment I met you! You are the worst thing that ever happened to me!â
Yoongi gulps.Â
âI had a life before you. I had dreams and ambitions and, and goals andâŠa chance. I could have had a good life. I was supposed to use my degree to help people but you ruined everything for me.â
He rounds the car in big steps, coming so close to you that you smell his breath. It smells like chewing gum.Â
âYou could have achieved something? What exactly did you achieve as a lawyer? Mhm, what did you achieve? This city is fucked.â
âYes, because you fucked it!â you hit his chest. He doesnât budge, but also doesnât stop you. âYou fucked it and you fucked me and I hate you for it!â
âDonât blame me for your decisions. I gave you a chance to leave me back then. You were the one who stayed.â
You inch closer until your lips are almost touching. Yoongi exhales shakily, placing his hand on your hip.Â
âAnd I will regret this decision till the day I dieâ, you whisper, breaking the closeness.
You slip out of his hold. He follows you in a small stumble and a trembling gasp.Â
âI never want to see you again. Are we clear?â you hiss at him.
âDonât be fucking ridiculous, you donât want thisâ, he hisses back at you.
âYouâre wrong, I donât want you. I thought I still did, but I donât. You donât care about me, itâs finally so fucking obvious to me. You donât fucking care.â
âYou donât know what youâre saying.â
âThey are terrorising me, Yoongi!â You finally scream. âI wake up to people ringing my doorbell in the middle of the night, I have to keep my phone turned off because the phone calls donât stop. I keep getting my stuff stolen and, and I thought I was going to be raped tonight! They are terrorising me and you called it not your problem!â
âNo, you-â
âIâve been living in constant fear, our friends donât even look at me anymore, I havenât eaten in days and I canât-â, you stop yourself. He doesnât even deserve your anger anymore. â-you know what? Fuck this and fuck you. Iâm leaving.â
You turn your back to him and leave.Â
He says your name and takes your hand. He pulls, tries to turn you to him. But you rip yourself free again.
âDonât goâ, he says.
You donât listen.
âIâm ordering you to stayâ, he sounds desperate, yelling your name, âI am ordering you!âÂ
He can yell as much as he wants to. You donât listen to him anymore. The subway station isnât far. You will make an exception and take it tonight. Even if you hate it. It stinks. Just like the rest of this shitty city.
You are going to leave. Once you are home, you are going to start packing and then you are going to leave. You will call V. You donât know his real name, but he can change your identity as quickly as others change their socks. You will call V and tell him to have your passport ready the day after tomorrow. You will pay him with the money you have under your pillow and then leave for somewhere clean. Maybe somewhere with lots of mountains. You always heard that the air at these places is breathable.
You call V the same night. He tells you that two days is too short and to wait another week. So you wait. Your bags have been packed. You live out of them in your own place. You donât leave it. You are scared. With how little Yoongi cared about your situation, you doubt that he told his men to stop. You are scared that if you left again, they would finally go through with what they couldnât finish back then.
The doorbell rings during a rainy, dark night. You flinch awake to the point where you feel sick to the stomach. The lights are turned on instantly eventhough you know not to do that in such a situation. You canât think clearly. You just want this to be over. All of it.
You run to the front door because you suddenly feared that it was unlocked. It isnât, but you can watch someone push an envelope under your door. The shadow blocking the light outside leaves the moment the letter is inside your apartment.
You donât want to open it at first, staring at it as if someone had planted a bomb in your apartment. Fuck it, if that is how you die then so be it, you think in the end and bend down to pick it up. It feels different in your fingers. Sophisticated. Intimate. The envelope is glued closed as if someone licked the glue stripe and the faint smell of well-known cologne lingers on the paper. You open it with shaky fingers.
A letter. It is heavy and folded once. You open it, gasping when three photographs fall out of it and onto the ground. You donât know what is on them because they landed on their face side. So you read the letter first.
âIt has always been mine as well.â
Written in black ink and a familiar handwriting. This is Yoongiâs writing.
With even shakier hands, you pick up the pictures. You feel sick for a moment, gawking at the cruel pictures with your hand thrown over your mouth. The three men who terrorised you. Their mutilated corpses look back at you. He tortured them to death.
You rip the door open, stumbling onto the balcony. You look down at what tripped you. Two bags of your favourite takeout food and a six pack of water. Both clearly fresh. So it was him. Yoongi must be here somewhere. You look into the distance. The night is loud and blurry in a thunderstorm. The streets are empty. The ghost of your past is gone again. You squint your eyes. A person.
âYoongi!â you call out, unable to realise that you are smiling and waving your hand.
The person moves. Oh. It was just the shadow of a tree. For just a moment you had hoped that the dark shape was him waiting for you. It was just a treeâŠand you were happy that if could have been Yoongi. The realisation hurts.
âFuckâ, you press out, going back inside. The lump in your throat makes it hard to breathe. You stumble back to bed, halting for a moment when you pass your suitcases.
It has always been mine as well. His words repeat themselves in your head. All this time, you thought that he didnât care. All this time, you thought that your terror left him cold. Your eyes drift over the empty takeout boxes from the noodle place. You still havenât cleaned them up. He made sure that you were properly fed for days back then. A glance at the new stuff he got tonight. He is still making sure that you are. Your eyes drift over the package next. He made sure that they stopped getting stolen. You look at the pictures in your hands. He made sure that they would never hurt you again. All this time, you were so blinded by your own anger that you missed how he had always looked out for you. You missed his way of showing you that you were important to him.
It has always been his problem as well.
Something inside you breaks and you scream. You donât know what you scream for, but you scream. It hurts so much. It hurts so much because you will still leave. He will hurt you again if you stay. All his efforts healed your heart and it hurts so much because you will still leave. You were meant to stay broken hearted. Leaving would have been so easy this way. Now it hurts like a bitch. But you canât sway. You have to leave this place. It will chew up what little is left of you until you truly cease to exist.
V comes to your place the next day. He rings your doorbell. It wakes you from the uncomfortable sofa you fell asleep on last night. You groan as you sit up and you barely want to open your eyes as you stumble to the door.
You open it without checking the camera first.
âTook you long en- you?â
Jungkook, the young officer, greets you with a smile.
âI swear Iâm not stalking you.â
You have a headache today, so it is difficult not to snap at him. He is also not the person you wanted in front of your door today.
âIâm starting to doubt that.â
He laughs, âitâs not that. I talked to my boss. Your friend, the boss of the other boss. Sorry, anyways. I need you to come to the precinct with me.â
âWhat? Why?â
âOkay so, this is actually so cool and I shouldnât even be telling you this, but youâre my bossâ friend so I guess itâs okayâ, he begins with sparkling eyes, âturns out that the package thief is actually a serial thief and you arenât the first one he stole from. Isnât that cool? Itâs like in those movies. Those cool cop movies.â
âReally? He stole from more people?â You highly doubt that.
âYeahâ, he laughs as he answers you, nodding his head excitedly, ânow weâre calling in everyone who he stole from so we can take their statements. My boss says that we canât keep the thief locked up for long otherwise.â
You know that this wasnât really how the law works. After all, you were once a lawyer who was fucking good at her job. Is Yoongi trying to drag you back to him? First he tries to change your mind by killing your bullies and now he is trying to do the final blow by abusing his power as police chief? You check the time. Couldnât the young officer have come later? You could have had your passport already and be far, far away from this place.
âCan I just give it to you here?â you ask him.
âMhmâ, he tilts his head to the side, âno, I donât think that it works like this. Iâm sorry, Miss. The captain said that itâs important that all the victims come into the precinct.â
You have to give Yoongi that. He is real clever about it. That means however that you canât escape this situation. Any more resistance from you would make you suspicious.
You give up with a sigh. âCan I just change into something different?â
âOf course, Miss.â
The young officer lets you sit in the passenger seat. He is so new at all of this. With such naivety he tells you his entire life story. That he was from the countryside and that his dream has always been to be a policeman in the city. That he studied hard for years and that he completed his enlistment with honour just so he could be a proper officer. He sounds so proud of himself that each second with him makes you hate his presence more and more. He is so fucking stupid and it angers you. Why would he throw away his life like that? Why someone like him?
You are led to one of the precinctâs interrogation rooms and are told to wait there. The table is decked with different foods.
âWhatâs all that?â you ask Jungkook.
âBreakfast, Miss.â
âDid your captain tell you to do that?â
âHe said that wanted to make sure you get your breakfast because we called you in so early. The captain really cares for the citizens.â
You stifle a scoff. Sure he does.
âMhm, I see.â
âEither way, it wonât take longâ, the young officer bids his goodbyes and leaves you in the interrogation room.
His words were a lie. You wait and wait and wait, but nothing happens. There are no clocks in this godforsaken room, but you still know that it has to be hours. You didnât want to eat the breakfast at first, glaring at the two-way mirror because in your mind, Yoongi was behind it, watching you and making sure that you ate. You didnât want to give him the satisfaction at first, but had to in the end. The body begins working against oneâs will when it is starving and the breakfast looked way too good. You eat all of it, then glare at the mirror again. You are still left alone and more time passes. It is as if they are trying to wear you down, as if you were the criminal in this situation. Granted, you are a criminal, but only Yoongi knows that and right now you are a poor civilian having done nothing wrong. You know that itâs Yoongiâs doing. That he somehow wants to terrorise you.
So when the door finally opens and he walks into the room, you almost throw the empty bowl at his head.
âForgive the wait, Miss but something came upâ, he says nonchalantly, flicking through some papers.
His second in command Kim Namjoon and the young officer Jeon Jungkook are behind him, which is why he is putting up this act. You grind your teeth.
âI already started to wonder if Iâm in danger hereâ, you say way too sweetly.
âThat depends on how you are going to answer our questionsâ, he says and sits down on the chair in front of you.
Jungkook stays by the door while Kim Namjoon stands a little to your side.
You look around yourself. He is trying to intimidate you.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean? I thought that Iâm here to give my statement because of my stolen packages.â
Yoongi glances up from the papers. This is the first time your eyes meet after your fight and he killed your bullies. If only the others in this room would know how much blood he has on his hands and to which length he is willing to go to protect you. There were times where you would have dragged him over the table and kissed him senseless, but not anymore. You are stronger than your urges, even if it hurts your heart. You canât give in again. If you do, he will take you for granted again. You wonât be happy with him. You finally have to fucking understand that.
âYouâre right. You are here because of thatâ, he says dryly.
âGood. It started on May sixteen. I came home at around seven ten and noticed that my packages were missing. Two were stolen back then, but in total he stole eight packagesâ, you say and proceed to tell him the exact dates with the time as well as what was stolen. Â
âYou seem to know how such hearings workâ, he says after he wrote down what you said.
âI had a few hours to practice what I was going to sayâ, you say with a poisonous smile.
One Yoongi retorts with just as much poison and a deep hum.
âApologies again.â
âDonât worry, I know how hard the police works at keeping this honourable city safe.â
He tongues his cheek. You give him a victorious smirk. This cut. Good. He takes a deep breath and releases it through his nose, reaching into his suit pocket to pull out a cigarette. He gets as far as to put it to his lips and then Kim Namjoon already speaks up.
âCaptain. Smoking is prohibited in this building.â
âFuckâ, Yoongi presses out and takes the cigarette between two fingers to tap it against the table instead.
âSmoking is bad for you either wayâ, you say.
He tongues his cheek again. You know that he wants to curse at you right now, but canât. He has to put up a friendly act.
âI know, canât shake the habitâ, he says and studies your face, âso what now?â
âSir?â Kim Namjoon is rightfully confused. Yoongi slipped up.
âI donât know, I was never in such a place before. Do you still need to take my information?â you act oblivious.
âWe already have everything.â
âGreat. Then I can go?â you ask, fluttering your lashes innocently.
âI donât know yet.â
âSir?â âWhat? Why?â
Yoongi shifts in his chair until he manspreads like an idiot. He crosses his arms in front of his chest.
âWhat are you going to do now?â he asks you.
âUhmâŠis this still part of my hearing?â you ask, glancing at Kim Namjoon.
âNo of course not, Miss. Please, follow me.â
âSit. Down.â
The room is silent for a moment. You glare at Yoongi while Namjoon and Jungkook gawk in complete confusion. Their captain acts out of character. There is no reason to keep the innocent lady here any longer. This isnât like him at all. He has been fidgeting all day, barely drank his coffee, went for far too many smoke breaks and now this. The officers have no explanation for their captainâs sudden behaviour.
âWhat is the reason for this?â you ask him.
âJust safety precautions. We wouldnât want our honest citizen to get into dangerâ, he says coldly, ânow answer my question. What are your plans now, Miss?â
âI will go home.â
âWhere is that home?â
âSir, I donât know if that is necessary.â
âShut up, Kim.â
Namjoon gulps, exchanging a confused look with Jeon Jungkook. This is really not like their captain.
Yoongi straightens up and leans forward so he is closer to you.
âWhere is that home, Miss?â
You lower your eyes in anger.
âI donât know yet, Iâm planning to leave this city.â
âWhat?â his voice shook as he spoke. His fingers close and break the cigarette that way. His eyes almost bore holes into yours from how deeply he stares into them.
âThis cityâs become too depressing for me. I plan on leaving it for good.â
âYou donât mean that.â
âYes, I do. There is nothing holding me here anymore.â
âYes, there is.â
âNo, there really isnât. I will leave.â
Bang!
You flinched back. Namjoon and Jungkook tense up as well.
Yoongi slammed his hand on the table, jumping to his feet.
âNo the fuck you wonât!â he yells.
âSir? What are you doing?!â
âExcuse me? Itâs my right as an honest citizen to moveâ, you act oblivious as well.
âKeep her hereâ, he talks to Jungkook, pointing at him, âlock her up and keep her here.â
âUnder what pretence, Sir?â the young officer asks with widened eyes.
âI, I, I donât know. Refusal to, to, to cooperate or some shit like thatâ, Yoongi never stutters and he never paces, but he is currently doing both of those things.
âSirâŠisâŠthis legal?â Jungkook asks shyly.
Yoongi is by Jungkookâs side within a few steps, grabbing him by the collar.
âDo as you are told, Jeon! Unless you want to lose this job!â Yoongi growls, making Jungkook whimper with fear.
âCaptain Min, you are stepping out of placeâ, Kim Namjoon speaks up, dragging him away from Jungkook, âand get off this poor officerâs neck. He is just doing his job.â
Yoongi whips around, now targeting his anger at Namjoon.
âIf he was doing his fucking job, he would lock her upâ, he hisses, pointing at you.
âI need you to step out for a moment, Captainâ, Namjoon says and gestures Jungkook to open the door. The young officer obeys, holding it open as Namjoon shoves a protesting Yoongi out of the room. He closes the door again, muting the vivid fighting Yoongi was doing with Namjoon outside.
He meets your eyes, smiling awkwardly.
âPlease forgive the Captain, Miss. He is very concerned about his citizensâ safety.â He is a terrible liar, but you donât blame him. If you were in his situation, you would have no idea how to explain such a situation to a supposed innocent citizen either.
âDonât worry. I, Iâm just wondering if maybe I can finally leave? Iâm sorry, this just really scared me and I just want to lie down at home nowâ, you act shaken up, looking at the young officer with pleading eyes.Â
âOf course, Miss. Our honest apologies again, Miss. Please follow meâ, he says and leads you out of the room.
Yoongi and Namjoon are still arguing, but stop when they see you come out. You lock eyes with Yoongi for the briefest of moments.Â
He closes the distance and grabs your wrist, dragging you with him with such vigour that nobody truly gets time to act. Not even you know what was happening to you until you find yourself in his office with the door slammed shut.Â
âWhat are you doing?â you gasp.
âShut the fuck up, youâre not the one asking this question right now!â
âYoongi, lower your voice. This isnât the place for screams.â
He steps closer to you, pointing at your face in warning.
âI have every fucking right to scream right now and you know thatâ, he presses out through gritted teeth.
âWhy? Because I finally donât need you anymore?â
âYou canât move. What the fuck are you thinking?â
âIâm-â
âI'm not doneâ, he interrupts you, âI killed them for you. I did it. Just for you. Because your safety matters to me. I care.â He hits his own chest. âI showed you that I care and youâre gonna leave?â
You hate that you love him, but not for the usual reasons. You hate it because it hurts. You are going to leave despite not wanting to. You love him, perhaps you always will but you are also going to leave.Â
You nod your head.
Yoongi exhales shakily, taking a stumbling step back. He stares at you as if you were the ghost whose haunting hurts him the most. He huffs out air, rubs his hand over his mouth, then runs it through his hair and down the side of his neck.
âIâll kill the thiefâ, he says in the end.
âWhat?âÂ
âI'll make it seem like suicide. Heâll look like a pisser who couldnât take prison and killed himself.â
âAre you out of your mind? Heâs just a thief.â
âWell, what more do you need?!â he screams
âNothing! I donât need anything from you!â
âWhy not? I can give you whatever you want!â
âLook at you. Now that you finally realised, Iâm actually serious about the breakup, you wanna act like you care.â
âI careâ, his voice broke, but you are both too angry to acknowledge it, âi-i-if I knew that you- I just-â He breathes in, breathes out, rubs his mouth, then his neck. âIt canât end like this. It canât.â
âIt can. Iâm done begging you for everything.â
Yoongi steps closer.
âI can-â
âSir? What is the meaning of this?âÂ
Kim Namjoon and Jeon Jungkook are in the office. The rest of the precinct gawks at you and Yoongi through the doorway. The latter lifts his hands and steps back. His fingers are shaking.Â
âThe captain just voiced his worries for my move. Donât worry about it, Kim Sirâ, you lie and turn to leave, âmay I finally leave?â
Namjoon tells Jungkook to handle it with a nod of his head. The young officer points at the open door.
âPlease after you, Miss.â
Yoongi says your name.Â
You look at him over your shoulder, despite knowing you shouldnât. He takes a step closer, lifting his brows in pleading. Donât give in. Donât give in. Donât give in. You ball your hands to fists and turn your back to him.
Yoongi tries your name again, hoping for another look. One which doesnât come.Â
âCome backâ, he tries, but gets stopped by Namjoon.
You can hear them talk as you leave.
âWhat the fuckâs your issue, man? Youâve been weird all day and now youâre screaming at citizens?â
âWatch your tone.â
âHyung, Iâm not here as your colleague right now. Iâm here as your friend.â
âSheâs gonna leave, she canâtâŠâ
Jungkook leads you away from the office before you can hear Yoongiâs full answer.Â
âAre you crying, Miss??â
âHm? Oh that, donât mind them. Itâs justâŠâ Your heart is broken and you want to run back to Yoongi. â...forgive me, Iâm just a little shaken from everything.â
âIâm sorry, Miss. The captain isnât normally like this.â
âItâs alright. I know how Yoongi can be sometimes.â
âYoongi?â Jungkook asks, glancing at the captainâs office. He wonders what kind of friends you and he are. Maybe Those kind of friends? Is that why you are important to the captain?Â
âI meanâŠsorry, I donât know why I said that. I just wish to go home now.â
âOf course, Miss.â
âOh god, I donât even have money for a bus ticket with meâ, you murmur to yourself, looking for your wallet. This is all a scheme to get Jungkook to drive you home again. You are worried that if he didnât, Yoongi would somehow get to you before you could reach the station.
âDonât worry about it, Miss. As a policeman, it is my duty to make sure that you get home safely.â
âReally? I wouldnât want to waste your time.â
âOf course, Miss.â
And so he takes you home and you hate yourself because of it. So it began. You were the first person who used his kindness to her advantage. You were the drop beginning the inevitable filling of the tank until one day it will swap over. And once that happens, it is almost impossible to stop the leak. Fuck, you are just as terrible as everyone else in this city.
But the young officer is oblivious to what you just did, driving you home with a kind smile on his face. He even walks you to your door and stays as you unlock it. Your neighbours are fucking again. He glances at their door, then awkwardly at you.
âYeah, Iâve got new neighbours. You canât go over there and flash your badge and tell them to shut up, can you?â
âOf course I can, Miss. Just one mom-â
âNo stop, I was jokingâ, you stop him, studying him with exhausted eyes. You are so sorry. You are so fucking sorry.
âAh, okay. Please forgive me, I always take everything way too seriouslyâ, he says, scratching his own neck shyly. He furrows his brows. âWhatâs the matter, Miss?â
âCan I tell you something?â
âOf course, Miss.â
âRun.â
âWhat?â
âRun back to your hometown. Run and never look back.â
âExcuse me?â he laughs in confusion, furrowing his brows harder.
âYouâre a good person, Jeon Jungkook. This city will fucking ruin you.â
âIâŠuhâŠâ He laughs nervously. âI donât seem to follow, Miss. Sorry.â
âYou donât need to get it, just listen to me. Please.â
âOâŠkay? I uhmâŠâ
âThank you for driving me home. Iâll think of you sometimes in my new home.â
âMiss, are you okay?â
âI am. You donât need to worry about me anymore. Just promise me to run.â
âI promise?â
âGood. Be happy, Jeon Jungkook.â
âMiss, I-â
You close the door on him and lock it. You donât expect him to knock or ring the bell. He is too proper to annoy you this way. You check the camera. He stares at the closed door for a few moments longer, looking confused. He lifts his hand to knock, hesitates and turns his back to the door instead, leaving down the steps to drive off. You know that you confused him, but you had to. Please let it be enough to save him.
V arrives later that day. He is stressed and clearly in a hurry.
âWhatâs wrong? You look like you need to be somewhere or like you need to shit. Do you need to shit?â
âWhat? Noâ, he sounds out of breath as well as annoyed, âIâm risking my ass being here. Iâve got your stuff. Itâs the only thing except mine that I managed to save. Give me the money, quick.â
âSave?â you probe, giving him the money.
He stuffs it into his boxers hastily, looking over his shoulder again.
âMy place got raided by cops. I was at the market getting food, then came back to five cop cars in front of my place. I barely escaped. If I didnât always carry my stuff with me, Iâd have been fucked.â
âWhat?!â
âSorry, Hyacinth. Gotta leave the city for a while. I wish you all the best.â
âV, what the fuck?â
âHereâs to never seeing each other again, aye?â he jokes, laughing nervously. Itâs a good thing he said. Never seeing each other again meant that you and he managed to escape safely.
âWait. Where will you go?â
âI canât tell you. You know I canât.â
âYeah, justâŠbe careful.â
âYou too.â
He leaves and you know that he will be successful. If there is one person who wonât ever be found it is V.Â
You are in a trance for the rest of the day. Yoongi raided Vâs place. He went as far as to betray his own people just to make sure that you wouldnât leave. Carrying your new passport feels like a trophy, as much as it feels like a curse. Leaving this city wonât be as easy anymore now that he knows. You are so fucking stupid for telling him, but you didnât want to miss out on his reaction when he found out. The small moment of satisfaction seems skippable now that you know how far he is willing to go to keep you close. And because V came as late as he did, your means of escape donât drive anymore either. You have to wait for the earliest bus if you wanted to or not. Fuck, you did this to yourself. You stupid fucking woman. Look at you. You have this big, honourable degree and still manage to get yourself into shitty situations over and over again.
You go to sleep with a gun under your pillow. You wonât risk anything.
You donât get a lot of sleep and then a noise wakes you. You heard it as clear as day. Someone unlocked your front door. He sent men to get you. Now heâs gone too far. You jump out of bed and grab your loaded gun, tiptoeing to a spot from where you could observe the apartment. You have to be strategic about it. First count the men, then calculate the fastest way to shoot them, then act. The door closes and locks again. Clever bastards, they want to make sure that you donât flee. Oh, you are going to have a blast killing them. One last little thing to leave Yoongi before you abandon him.
The automatic lights turn on. Got you, assholes.
The first enters your vision.
âHm?â
Yoongi. Clearly drunk, he is dragging his feet over the floor, using the wall as support. No one else follows him. So he came here alone.Â
Overtaken by anger, you jump out of hiding and at him.
Yoongi collides with the wall, feeling the cold nuzzle of the gun press against his chin. He drops the keys and flowers he was carrying, lifting his hands in defeat.
âCareful, itâs just meâ, he lulls.
âGet the fuck out of my houseâ, you spit, carrying murder in your eyes.Â
âI canât believe youâre still hiding your keys under the flower pot. Donât make me so worried, anyone could enter.â
âIâm gonna count to three and if you havenât disappeared by then, Iâll shoot.â
âCan we talk?â
âOne.â
âI know I fucked up. I canât stop thinking about you. Please, can we try again?â
âTwo.â
âI promise I changed. You were right, I was a joke. But I wanna do better now.â
âThree.â âIâm sorry!â
Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut. His death never comes. He peels his eyes open again.
You are staring, panting heavily. Tears are in your eyes.
âIâm sorryâ, he whispers.
This is the first time he is the one to say these words first. It feels so good, but you canât give in again. You made up your mind to leaveâŠdidnât you? You study the state of him. He is heavily intoxicated. He looks the way and reeks of it.
âYouâre drunk.âÂ
He nods his head, furrowing his brows. He touches your elbows, caressing them softly. Such touch you only get when he is drunk.
âI drank because of you. What you said today. I justâŠdonât move away, pleaseâ, he begs, eyes filling with tears.
âSo now you care? I wasnât important to you when I was with you and now that Iâm leaving, Iâm suddenly important?â
âYouâve always been important.â
âNo, I havenât. You took me for granted.â
âI did and Iâm sorry. I never should have taken you for granted. Iâll do better now, please just give me a chance to prove it to you.â
âIf I give you a chance again, youâll just abuse it and hurt me.â
âNo, I wonât. Please, I just.â He cups your face, running his thumbs under your eyes as gently as possible. âWe were right once. We were so good together. We were a team and, and we had dreams and we made each other happy. I want this back, I wanna try to get this back again please.â
âI just want to be happy, Yoongiâ, you press out.
âIâll make you happy, baby. Please, I-Iâll make you happy again.â
âNo, youâre drunk and talking fucking shit.â
âIâll leave this city if you want me to.â
You falter. He would give up what he built just for you?
âYou wouldnât do that.â
âI would. For you I would. Iâd set this whole city on fire and leave with you as it burns to fucking ashes behind us, please.â
âYou donât mean that.â
âPleaseâ, he whispers and drops his forehead against yours, âplease, I want to make you happy again.â
You hate that you love him. You hate that he made you addicted to him. This is so awfully him. He gives you enough affection that you get addicted to it then takes it away again. And once he feeds it to you again, you drink it up like an alcoholic. It is always the same.Â
âNo, you wonât. Youâre drunk.â
âPlease.â
âLeave my place.â
He presses himself off the wall and grabs the nuzzle of the gun, guiding it right between his brows.
âYou have to kill me if you want me gone.â
You gulp. He forces your finger to the trigger. Your airways close up.
âKill me. Fucking kill me. I canât live without you anyways.â
You could end it. Youâve got everything. Your suitcases, your papers, the keys of his car he drunkenly drove like an asshole. Youâve got everything you need to escape this place. You could end it, finally make sure that you have no temptation to return. You could end him and your addiction with it. Heâs got your finger on the trigger, it needs just one flex and it would be over. But you never wanted him dead. No matter how much you wished for him to be gone, you never wanted him dead. Because in some fucked up way, all you really wanted was for him to put more effort into you.
âNoâ, you whimper, shaking your head.Â
He rips the gun from your fingers and drops it on your dresser.Â
âI donât want to kill youâ, you press out, sobbing softly.Â
He cradles your face, wiping your tears.Â
âI knowâ, he gets out, nodding his head, âI know you donât, princess. I know.â
âYoongiâ, you squeak out, twisting his shirt.Â
âIâm here, princess. Iâm here.â
He pulls you closer until his kiss is just one breath away, feeding on the shaky breath you let ghost against his lips. His drunken eyes gaze at your mouth, his heart is racing in his chest.
âPush me awayâ, he tells you.
âI hate you.â
âAnd I love you.â
âYoongiâ, you whimper, finally touching his chest instead of his shirt.Â
He moans and pulls you into a kiss. A deep, hungry kiss.Â
You pull at his hair to get him off of you as much as you pull him closer, fighting for air. You hate that you loveâŠdo you really? Do you really fucking hate it? Do you really hate it when his kiss makes you feel alive again? You spent months feeling out of breath and now itâs gone. You can breathe again. At least metaphorically, physically heâs got you very close to passing out. You push at him to get distance. Air. He lets you breathe, but not escape. He pushes you to your sofa until your legs collide with the back of it. Your shaky breaths intermingle, your shared moans follow. His right hand slides to your ass, his knee lifts to your middle.Â
You gasp, grinding down on him. You canât protest because he kisses you so deeply it feels as if he wanted to consume your soul. He kisses and gropes, kisses and gropes until air is sparse. He gasps.
âFuck. Fuck, Iâm fuckedâ, he gets out and pulls your head back so he could drag his tongue up your throat.Â
It should disgust you, but it doesnât. You moan, running your nails down his chest and arching your back. He lifts his head, looking at you with drunken, crazed obsession. His fingers just canât stay still on your body. It is as if he wanted to touch everywhere at all times. The attention makes you short of breath.
âYouâre so fucking beautiful.â
You touch his cheek. He leans into your palm, closing his eyes when you trace his scar. You were with him when he got it. It was during a fight. He fought with his fists, his opponent chose the cowardly way and pulled a knife on him. He was lucky that he didnât lose his eyesight. He hated it at first, but you made him feel handsome. You always looked out for him that way.
âDo youâŠdo you think Iâm handsome?â he asks. Such questions you only get when heâs drunk.Â
âI do.â
His breath trembles as it leaves him. He drops his hand from your hips to take out his cock. He touches himself, gazing at you as if he needed the view of you to stay hard. And he does. He needs you. You are the only person who can turn him on.
You look at what his hand is doing, gulping heavily. He sighs, gazing at your face. You are as mesmerised by him as you were when everything was still good between you and him. His cock still has the same effect on you.
âPrincess?â he tilts your head back up to meet your eyes, using only two fingers under your chin for it.Â
You meet his eyes, heart racing unbearably.
âYes?â One little lift of his brows and you give him the answer he craved.Â
You part your legs, tilting your hips closer to him. You nod your head vigorously, gazing at his cock again.
He doesnât bother to pull his pants down all the way, neither does he care about taking off your panties. He pushes them to the side and stuffs you full of him, gripping the edge of the couch and your right thigh as deep moans leave him. Your right leg is lifted like this, supported by him.
You gasp, tensing up. Your toes curl instantly, your fingers clutch his lower arms. His cock stretches you out and stuffs your walls. Itâs not uncomfortable, but it is definitely intense. You gasp again, looking at him with widened eyes.
âI know baby, I knowâ, he breathes and bottoms out. âItâs been too long. Fuck.âÂ
He moves, chasing your warmth in drunk, sloppy thrusts. You writhe and gasp repeatedly, scratching the back of his neck. You want to hate that you love him. He should feel like an intruder. You should want to kick and scream for help. But you donât want to. You feel whole again. No preparation, but he doesnât hurt. His kiss and touch was enough. Your addiction to him runs so deep that his cock is pure heroin to you.
âYoongiâ, you get out, grabbing his throat. Your thumbs are on his Adamâs apple, threatening to press down.
He smiles, âI love youâ, he gasps out and drops his head against yours. His long hair tickles your face, his drunken breath swirls over your skin. He gulps and moans under your fingers, pumping into you with no signs of slowing down. You start losing strength in your calf, standing like this is exhausting, but if you were being honest, you donât want it to stop.Â
âI hate you.â
âFucking kill me thenâ, he rasps.
You close your fingers slightly.
âHarder. This isnât gonna do it.â
âYou first.â
âFuck, babyâ, he gets out and lifts you so he could round the sofa with you. He pins you down into the pillows, ripping the panties off of you and kicking his pants off. He pushes into you before you can truly realise what was happening, feeding you all of him until he canât give any more. He twists the pillow next to your head as he takes on a punishing rhythm. His dark hair hangs into his face, his teeth are bared as he huffs like an angry animal.
âYoon-â
âI know, baby I know. You already told me, baby. I knowâ, he whispers, wiping your cheek, âtake me, I know you can. Youâre my baby, youâre made for me.â
His praise is like medicine to you. This is all you needed. To know that he is still obsessed with you and that you still affect him.Â
You close your legs around his hips, keeping him with you this way. You need him to always stay like this. He moans your name, slipping his fingers from your cheek to hold the pillow instead. You told him that you hated him, but your body betrays you. Your eyes betray you. You keep him close, gaze at him as if he was your everything. Yoongiâs head is turning. Not only from the alcohol, but also from being with you again. And from knowing that you still loved him.
Because he loves you so much. He hates himself for taking you for granted. He never should have. You are his everything. The fucking reason why he does all of this. The last three months were torture for him. He started smoking again, drank too much, slept too little, worked too many hours. And if he didn't distract himself with work, he tried thinking up ways of showing you that he was still there for you. He ordered his officers to look out for you, sent food deliveries to your place, parked in front of your place somewhere hidden to watch you smoke on the staircase. He also followed you sometimes after you confessed to him that some of his goons were terrorising you. And each time he followed you, he wished for you to notice him just so he could get a chance at talking to you again. But you never did and Yoongi thought that you will come back again soon. Then you told him that you would move and Yoongi finally broke. He was truly losing you. Three months of hell, of lonely nights and heartbreak and he was truly losing you.Â
âI missed youâ, he gets out, painting his name against your favourite spots. The eagerness with which you clasp him results in your hips to lift off the pillow, allowing your clit to grind against him each time he bottoms out. The necklaces he is wearing are tangling over your face. They were too long once, but Yoongi cut them to the perfect length so they wouldn't hit your face when you are underneath him. That was six months ago. During a time you thought he didnât care anymore. You feel so stupid now. His way of showing you that he cared was always there. He was always looking out for you. You were just too blind to see.Â
You gasp and whimper, mewl and keen, looking up at him with teary eyes and your fingers closing around nothing. You canât tell him that you missed him too because you are too overwhelmed.Â
âDid you miss me too?â but Yoongi is drunk tonight and when he is drunk he is needy for your affection.Â
You nod your head.Â
âSay it.â
âI missed youâ, you get out, following it up with a sob.Â
âBaby, I love youâ, he croaks, wiping your tears before dropping his forehead against yours, âI love you, baby, I love you. Donât leave me again, please.â
âYouâre so drunk.â
âYeah, drunk âcause of you. Thought Iâll lose you. Baby, I canât lose youâ, he croaks and shows you his honesty with passionate rolls of his hips. Somehow he goes even deeper than before, he hits your favourite spots even better.Â
You arch your back and scream his name, throwing your head back as best as possible. This is electric. Holy shit, he makes you feel good. Your face scrunches up against your will, your feet shake on his back.Â
Yoongi admires you with a pounding head and racing heart, repeating what he did before over and over and over again. You react in mewls and moans and screams and he canât get enough of it. He wants for you to lose your fucking voice because you couldnât stop screaming for him. Because if you sound like this for him, he makes you happy. It has been too long since you actually screamed this way, so Yoongi is especially affected by tonight.
He laces his fingers with yours â again, he is drunk â and squeezes them needily. He thinks that he is crying too. He watches pearls of something drip onto your face sometimes. His eyes also burn. He doesnât want it to stop. He is willing to carry his emotions on his sleeve if it meant you were happy again.
âIs this what you needed? Does this finally make you fucking happy?â he gets out, chasing the ecstasy as much as he helps you with your own pleasure trip.
You squeeze his hands back, making him moan your name.
âYe-yes.â
âArghâ, he growls, trying so much harder to fuck you right. It feels so good. He has to tell you. He stayed silent way too often in the past. You want his efforts and he wants to give them to you. âYou feel so good.â
The first confession was hard because he isnât used to sharing his feelings. It was hard, but it was also ecstatic because your sounds of pleasure became louder and you tightened around him, squeezing his hands happily.Â
âYou feel so good. You feel so fucking good. You feel so good, princess. You feelâŠso goodâ, he canât stop now that he started, telling you over and over and over again how you make him feel. Good. So good. He feels so good when he is with you. âYou are so good. Princess, fuck. I have to..I, I have to- ah!âÂ
You open your eyes in time with Yoongi collapsing on top of you. He whimpers into the crook of your neck, shaking almost pathetically.
There are two things you always believed to be true about Yoongi. First: When he fucks, his moans are always deep, raspy and growly. Second: He has perfect control over his orgasms.Â
Both of these things are getting proven wrong to you right here and now as he whimpers and shakes and paints your walls with his unexpected orgasm. You want to blame the alcohol on it and maybe the months of abstinence, perhaps even the fear of losing you paired with the relief of having you again. Holy fuck, he actually loves you doesnât he?
âI love youâ, he sobs, hugging you close.Â
âYoongi ahâ, he breaks you with his confession and the tenderness with which he holds you. You swear that you can taste colours for a moment. You havenât felt honestly good in your own skin in months. This right here is what feeling good is. This is it.Â
You donât know who comes down first. You think it is Yoongi, but even if he does, he doesnât pull out. He lets you shake and throb and clench around him until your moment of peak pleasure is over as well. He holds you silently afterwards, catching his breath in the crook of your neck. He missed your scent like nothing else. Truly, it leaves him so drugged out that he actually finds himself drooling as he smiles like a giddy boy.Â
You calm down with his weight atop your chest, his length still inside you and his hair between your fingers. It is still a little stiff and crusty from the variety of hair products he keeps in it during his day job. To think that mere hours ago, you were screaming at each other in his office. It feels so far away to you now. Like a memory of an unbelievable life.
You donât hate that you love him. You really donât.Â
âHow.â He clears his throat. âHow are you feeling?â
âGood.â
âAre you sore? Does anything hurt?â
âNo, but Iâm leaking.â
âFuckâ, he laughs into your shoulder, nibbling on it gently, âsorry, I justâŠam drunk and missed you.â
âYou were pathetic doing that.â
He laughs harder. You and he have a peculiar sense of humour. He knows that you meant it fondly. You laugh as well. He lifts his head at the sound of it, cupping your cheek.Â
âIf it means youâre laughing, I can live with being pathetic.â
Your heart flutters.
âWhatâs gotten into you?â
âBooze. Way too much booze.â
You laugh again. His eyes soften, he caresses your face.Â
âDefinitely too much booze, yeahâ, you agree.
âMhm, fuck.â He cuddles into your shoulder again. âIâm sleeping here.â
âAnd you think Iâd let you?â
He nods his head.
âFuck, youâre the worst.â
âAm I wrong?â
âNo, youâre not.â
You wake up alone the next morning. It hurts. So nothing changed. He got what he wanted, made you addicted again only to leave. Like he always did. And you are left feeling dirty and used and fucking awful.Â
You probably would have stayed in bed to cry the entire day if a very worrying noise hadnât come from outside your door. Someoneâs in your kitchen. You roll out of bed and leave the room. You donât need weapons today. You are angry enough that you will probably be able to beat whoever is dumb enough to break in.Â
You cross the corner and stop, lowering your fists.
Yoongi.Â
He took a shower and tied all of his wet hair into a messy bun. He is shirtless, wearing a towel around his hips. Music is playing from his phone while on the stove, breakfast is sizzling.Â
âYou?â
He turns at the sound of your voice, face lighting up instantly.Â
âGood morning, beautifulâ, he says, closing the distance to take you into a hug. âDid you sleep well?â
You donât answer him, you push at his chest so you could look at him. You canât believe that he is still here and that he is making you breakfast.
âWhatâs the matter?â he asks.Â
âWhy the fuck are you still here?â
He furrows his brows, âwhy not?â
âI, I donât know. I just, just. I thought thatâŠhuh? You didnât leave?â
He frowns in regret for a moment, before leaning in to kiss your cheek. He gives your left buttock an almost playful squeeze afterwards, stepping back to return to the cooking.
âIâm making your favourite. I also cleaned. Your place was a shithole, honestly.â
Still flabbergasted beyond relief, you look around your small apartment. He didnât just clean up the garbage and tidy, he fully wiped the place down. You check the clock next. Itâs way past one at noon. You slept for more than twelve hours. Damn. You never even realised how much sleep these last three months took from you until you finally fell asleep in his arms again and actually stayed asleep. You feel refreshed and not uncomfortable in your own skin.Â
Last, you look at Yoongi. He is humming to the music, switching between stirring the eggs in the pan and chopping up some pork belly.Â
At first you donât want to accept that this is actually happening to you, but then the desire to be close to him gets too grande to bear. You almost run to him, colliding with his back in a passionate hug.Â
He stumbles and grunts, following it up with a fond chuckle and his big hands rubbing your lower arms.Â
âPlease donât make me regret this again. Please.â
He turns in your arms, caressing your waist. He shakes his head, looking at you in ways he hasnât looked at you in ages. As if he honestly loved you.Â
âCan you promise me?â
âI promise you, babyâ, he says in a soft voice and locks pinkies with you.Â
The gesture is so cute and honest, that you have to stifle a giggle. Your heart hasnât fluttered like this in ages.
âI have an idea. How about Iâll take next week off and weâre leaving this city for a while? Maybe the mountains? Youâd like the air thereâ, he suggests.Â
âAre you serious? Do you actually mean that?â
He nods his head. You and he began swaying to the music, looking at nothing else but the other.Â
âBut first I gotta sort out the mess I made when I busted Vâs placeâ, he says.
âYeah true.â You slap his chest. âFuck you for that. He didnât do anything wrong.â
âI know, I know. I acted irrationally, I admit. But Iâm gonna fix this. You know how easily I can make stuff disappear. Heâll be able to return again in a week or so.â
âI hope youâll fix this, you idiot you.â
âMhm, I will and then Iâm taking you on a long vacationâ, he says, kissing your forehead before hugging you against his chest.
You close your eyes, melting into his chest.Â
âAnd when weâre there, Iâm gonna make you breakfast and make you cum and make you smile. Yeah?â he whispers.
âYeahâ, you snicker.
He smells like your shower gel today, but you donât mind. He hasnât shown such an actual desire to change in months and it feels so good to receive. You love that you love him. You really do.Â
âI love you, Yoongiâ, you whisper, feeling him squeeze you for just a moment as your confession overwhelms him.Â
âI love you too, princessâ, he tells you and he is sober for it because he swore to himself that he wonât need alcohol anymore to be able to show you his affection.Â
He is willing to better himself, he truly is and a week later, you and he are in his car on your way to a long vacation in the mountains.
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Pick me girls and Dateables - Part 3
Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)
Part 1 - Lucifer, Mammon and Levi (x reader, separately)
Part 2 - Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie (x reader, separately)
Masterlist
CW: pick me girl behavior, suggestive, mentions of sex, mentions of violence and threats, mentions of concubines (no concubines, tho), implied marriage (??), jealous mc, some fluff, some hurt, some comfort, the most ooc out of every part of the series, Barbatos's part is based on one of his chats (A patissier's suffering?)
A/N at the end.
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Diavolo
So the Devildom had concubines, what about it? It's not like Diavolo had any concubines. You were his only partner and, apparently, the first one in a long while. You had nothing to worry about.
Still, it was impossible not to feel so dejected when every single one of the demons in his court buttered him up so blatantly, not caring that you were next to him, arms linked and fingers intertwined.
And he smiled. Of course, what else could he do but smile? He had a duty to fulfill and that probably meant keeping certain people happy, right?
At least, that was the mantra in your head. Your heart kept hurting itself, but having a reason made it manageable.
"Well? Have you thought about it?"
You turned to your side and stared at the demoness beside you. She was mesmerizing and looking at her directly made you lose focus.
Have I thought about it? I haven't stop thinking about it.
"Remember that I'm acting on behalf of his wellbeing" she said sweetly, caressing your wrist like she wanted to flirt with you "And I guess I could make you happy too"
That made you laugh without an ounce of humor. Both of you knew she wasn't being serious about that one and you wondered why she said it in the first place. Making her Diavolo's concubine would make her his wife in everything but paper. Did she expect giving you orgasms would make you happier about it?
"Leave me alone" you whispered against your drink, not trusting your voice to act decently.
"How can you be so selfish?" she spat, leaving you speechless "This is for his own good. How long will you live, human? Do you expect him to be alone after your death? My only wish is to keep him company once you're gone and starting now would make the transition easier. He'll still love you, sure, but this way he could be happier. How can you not understand something so simple?"
A demon she was, you remembered. Had you been a regular human, you would've believed her concerned face, but to you it was obvious how impatient she was and how much she wanted to leave you there, alone and breaking, so she could finally speak to Diavolo.
"MC"
Both of you jumped, turning around just to see Barbatos's unfazed smile.
"Lord Diavolo asks for you" he informed when you didn't answer, too surprised to react. "Follow me if you please"
"If I may" intervened your companion, close to giving you a heart attack "I must speak to Prince Diavolo. It's an urgent matter"
The butler looked at you, asking for your permission, but you didn't know how to react. It seemed your throat decided to stop working at that exact moment.
"Very well, then"
The demoness eagerly jumped at his words, not wasting a second in leaving the corner you were occupying to look for the prince, who had finally stopped talking to his subjects and was sitting alone in his throne.
Barbatos stared at her before offering you his arm.
"You have nothing to worry about"
He seemed confident, so you believed him. However, the distance you walked towards the throne felt longer than ever.
Your boyfriend looked unnaturally serious at your arrival, an expression his face was not made for. It softened when he saw you, but, still, he didn't fully smile.
"My love, come here" he palmed his thigh and not in a million years would you reject that offer.
Diavolo smiled at the speed you moved, barely restraining himself from kissing you. Instead, he turned to the demoness and presented her to you.
"I believe you've met her already, MC. Did you know about her offer? Did you know she wishes to serve me?"
He patiently waited for your answer, holding you against his chest and caressing your hip bones with the pad of his fingers and the tip of his nails, making you shiver.
Serve? That's the word she decided to use? She wasn't lying, sure, but it was far from the intention she actually had.
"We talked about it" you said in the end.
There was silence for a few seconds, broken only by the sounds of people still drinking and dancing. Diavolo and Barbatos looked at each other, having a conversation no one else could hear.
"I take it you rejected her proposition?"
Obviously.
You nodded and he cupped your face with a sad frown. Your heart skipped a beat.
"That's a pity, my love"
For a moment you moved away from him, too lost in your incredulity to answer or even acknowledge the crazy smile on the demoness's face, but, not even a second later, Diavolo brought you back to him and continued.
"She would've make a wonderful lady in waiting"
Huh?
"Wait, what?"
Both of you ignored the woman, who looked like she'd been slapped in the face with something rotten, which, in her mind, was probably accurate.
"I asked to serve you, my Lord, not the human..."
"Beware your words" interrupted Barbatos, his tail swishing behind him like a whip.
She stopped talking then, very obviously swallowing her opinions. Diavolo speaked again.
"By serving you, she'll serve me. Give her an opportunity to make you happy and, if she fails, we'll get rid of her"
What did he mean, get rid of her? You opened your mouth to ask, but he jerked his leg, making you jump. His smile was wide, but his eyes held a warning.
You decided to let it go.
"Okay"
Diavolo laughed as loud as he usually did, finally hugging you and ignoring both Barbatos's reprimanding glance and the demoness's sour expression.
But wait.
Wait.
He said 'lady in waiting'. Like... Uh...
Were you getting married?
Barbatos
'I'll be waiting in the classroom'
That's what his last message said.
And you'd never be dumb enough to reject that invitation. ÂżSpending time with your boyfriend and eating his homemade cookies? Hell yeah!
You just had to be careful not to catch Beel's attention, avoiding the main hallways and hiding between the taller students, which were almost everyone.
By the time you finally arrived to the classroom (you got lost, but you'd never admit that to anyone), you were fairly sure all of your classmates had already gone home.
Alas, you were wrong.
Barbatos's figure was as composed as ever, but you knew him just enough to know how irritated he actually was. Were you this late? It was never your intention!
But no, no, that wasn't the root of the problem.
You knew her, kinda. Not personally, but you'd seen her a lot of times in the castle, cleaning plates in the kitchen or clearing up the table after one of Diavolo's dinner parties. She looked weird in the school's uniform instead of the one the maids used, but you guessed they too had to go to RAD, just like the brothers did.
So why did Barbatos look so uncomfortable?
Both of them stared at you when you entered, walking towards him while staring at her in search of an explanation.
"MC! You're finally here"
He smiled at you with candid eyes, discreetly holding your hand and restraining himself from kissing you in front of the girl, who cleared her throat to break the moment and grinned at Barbatos like you weren't there at all.
Foolish mistake if you'd ever seen one.
Your boyfriend frowned before turning in her direction, clearly giving her one last oportunity before kicking her out of there and reclaiming his alone time with you.
The girl purposely made herself meek, lowering her gaze as if making visual contact with him was too much, something you could totally understand.
"Master Barbatos, please, I'm begging you. I just wish to learn"
You raised your eyebrows and waited for his answer. Instead, she kept talking.
"I'll follow every one of your orders, sir, I promise" arms behind her back and body slightly swaying, you now understood why he was in the edge of snapping "The others don't appreciate you as much as I do. I'll be your best student"
He stared at her, you stared at her, she stared at him, batting her lashes with a weirdly fake innocent smile.
Her demeanor vanished when the Royal Butler spoke.
"I recomend you stop this nonsense at once" he finally said, breaking the uncomfortable silence "You're embarrassing yourself and Lord Diavolo's service's good reputation"
The poor maid gaped like a fish, although you weren't feeling bad for her.
You stayed behind him, closing the distance as much as possible while staring at her over his shoulder. If you ate a cookie now, would it be too much? He'd probably forgive you, but you'd rather not risk your chances.
"You will stay on cleaning duty as long as I say and you will stop the rumors that I know have been traveling all around the castle"
She lowered her gaze again, this time in submission and humiliation. His voice sounded venomous and you could swear the room's temperature dropped a few degrees. The air was still and smelled damped and rottening.
"If the gossip hasn't disappear by midnight, rest assured, I will make sure you keep your mouth fully shut"
The threat was clear in his words, something that shouldn't, but still surprised you. The maid trembled in response before bowing and running out the classroom.
You stared at the door in surprise, not turning around until he talked again.
"Do forgive me, my dear, but you know how much I dispise rats"
He sounded scarier than ever, letting his forked tongue slip between his teeth before he searched around the room, like he was trying to find more pests.
Then, he turned to you and smiled like nothing happened, holding a cookie to your mouth as the tips of his gloved fingers caressed your jaw.
"Let's forget about this ordeal, MC. After all, I saved these just for you"
Solomon
If there was something worse than feeling jealous, it was Solomon knowing you were jealous.
You thought you could catch a break, uh? Well, you couldn't be more wrong: your boyfriend knew the moment he saw you staring at that witch.
She was cute, you guessed? Nothing exceptional, but not hideous either. You wouldn't mind at all if not for the fact that she used her appearance like a nuclear weapon.
"Oh, you're so cute!" she'd told you once "I wish I was as cute as you!"
And at first you thought nothing of it. She was just being nice! A little weird about it, sure, but who wasn't weird in RAD?
Except, she wasn't looking at you when she said that, but, instead, at your boyfriend.
Of course, Solomon, unbothered as ever, was too engrossed in the cooking book he'd borrowed from the library to pay attention.
(Later that night you had to order takeout, but you were already counting on that).
The point was: she was trying too hard. You couldn't blame her, really, you dated Solomon for a reason; but still. She was getting on your nerves.
"I'm so dumb... I'll never get it! Solomon, can you help me with this?"
Opening a door with magic? Difficult? Yeah, right.
"I've never dated a human before... How is it, MC? I bet Solomon is a great boyfriend"
He has his moments.
"Solomon! Sit with me, I saved you a seat! Why? Oh, I concentrate better when you're here!"
Shit, could she concentrate at all?
"You're so powerful! You'll have to let me have him for a night, MC! He could teach me a couple of things..."
You closed your fist, staring at her with a frown while talking yourself out of mauling her across the table. You didn't need Lucifer's rants about impropriety and self restraint on top of all of this.
"MC and I have a lesson tonight" the sorcerer said with a polite smile, unusually kind eyes and an unreadable expression "Would you like to tag along?"
She sighed and rolled her eyes, lowering her gaze in embarrassment, although you weren't sure if she was really embarrassed.
"Could we hang out alone, tho? I don't want MC to see how dumb I am. They're so much better than me! I bet I need you more than they do!"
Well, you didn't need to study with her to know she was dumb as bricks.
You looked at Solomon, opening your eyes so much in bewilderment that even the insides of your cornea were getting dry. Not a second later he turned to you, smiling with mischief, and then you remembered who were you actually dating.
"It's either this or nothing. Be in Purgatory Hall at 6, we won't be waiting for you"
The witch quickly looked at you, frustrated at his words. It wasn't ideal, you knew, thirdwheeling your crush and his partner in a study date, but what else did she expect? Every other option was plain stupid.
"Okay"
She snorted, trying to hide the disgust and disappoinment without much success. Once she left you alone, swaying her hips and her ponytail, you punched Solomon in the arm and reveled in his pain.
"MC!! Relax!"
"Don't tell me to relax!"
You tried to choke him, but he hid his neck under his shoulders before you could lift yourself to reach him better. He knew you too well.
"MC, I have an idea! You'll like it, believe me!"
"Oh, really?"
"I swear!"
Once free from your attacks, Solomon avoided your eyes and stared at his hands. It took him a couple of seconds before he could look at you again, cheeks red, while he spoke from his heart.
"I couldn't care less about her attempts, MC, but she's obviously making you uncomfortable. I won't let this keep going if I can do something about it"
"But why did you invite her to our lesson, then?"
He laughed in a carefree manner, still blushing while he took your hands in his, looking at you like he was about to uncover a precious secret.
"As your teacher, I want you to explore your potential to the maximum"
His voice lowered to a whisper and you got closer to him, letting your body shiver when his breath caressed the skin of your neck.
"Say, MC, wouldn't you like to have your very own training dummy?"
Simeon
Oh, the privileges of being friends with the most powerful demons in the Devildom.
All you had to do was pout a little and act like you were miserable, missing the warmth of the sun and the familiar scenery of the human world. Of course, all of them knew you were exaggerating, but none would take the risk of actually making you sad.
So there you were, waiting for your drinks while Simeon sunbathed outside, sitting in one of those ornate metal chairs and writing some loose ideas for his next book in a napkin. After all, you'd be crazy if you ever went to the human realm without using the opportunity to have a date with your sweetheart of a boyfriend.
If not for the brightness of his suit, he would look like a college student from an old movie, all dreamy and focused in his own world.
And, apparently, you weren't the only one thinking that.
There were a group of girls outside the cafe, all of them young, maybe even fresh out of high school, staring at Simeon like he was some kind of celebrity. Maybe it was his angelic charisma? Maybe it was just his good looks? Whatever the reason, the girls seemed ready enough to conquer the world and they wanted to start with your boyfriend.
You studied your surroundings, realizing with an uncomfortable weigh in your chest just how busy the place was. There was no way you were getting your order in less than five minutes, even being the first in line, so the only thing you could do was wait and hope the girls wouldn't bother Simeon too much.
They stayed in a closed circle for a few moments until one of them finally dared to go and talk to him. She tried to sit in the second chair, but Simeon stopped her with a quick movement of his hand, probably saying he was saving it for you.
That made you laugh, but you were starting to get second hand embarrassment. You could tell she was trying hard to catch his attention, twirling her hair around her finger and hugging her waist to make her breasts look bigger.
You couldn't see Simeon's face, but, by the way he was scratching the paper, it was obvious he was losing focus on whatever he was previously writing, which would only make him irritated.
Fortunately, and rather rudely, the waitress finally gave you the styrofoam cups and immediately ignored you again, but you couldn't care less. The girl returned to her friends just as you stepped out of the cafe, letting you know part of what happened.
"He said he didn't know what part of him made him look interested in me" she snarled with a hint of hurt in her voice, trying to hide it with offense "That I should find someone that actually finds me entertaining"
Her friends gasped and you had to stop yourself from laughing. He wasn't usually that snappy, but she did interrupt his daydreaming.
"I don't even care what he thinks, he's just some dude! I can catch anyone I want, you know?"
Anyone but him, apparently, but the only thing her friends could do was agree.
Shaking your head and holding one drink in each hand, you stopped the eavesdropping and hurried towards him, leaning over his shoulder to kiss his cheek and smiling softly when he raised his hands to stroke your hair. He was warm from the sun, but he still curled close to you even after letting you sit next to him.
The girls audibly gasped at your actions, clearly offended by your presence as if Simeon would change his mind if they waited enough.
You couldn't bring yourself to pay them attention. Not when he was caressing your knuckles with such love in his touch and a feeling so deep in his eyes that it made your heart violently stop.
"So what were you writing?"
He smiled and eagerly showed you the napkin. By the time you turned around, the girls were already gone.
Tagging the party: @hello-gloomy @the-sassiest-toaster @hero-nii-blog @yourlocalyin @elaemae @eliciria @darkflowerav
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Simeon's part sucked the soul out of me (not in the good way), but at least it's well-written. Also, this will be the last part for now: I don't know Mephisto, Raphael or Thirteen enough, so they won't be in any of my posts (for now)
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A l e j a n d r o Astroblog Observations
Lady Gaga has her Venus in the 11H, which is an indicator of having lots of people loving you for your image on the internet/online. Lots of ppl, including me love Lady Gaga and her Venus placement explains it so much
People with pluto - asc aspects may like to do lots of eye contact with others, is like they look through your soul
Natives with Lilith in Aries may have a lot of issues with men, while Lilith in Cancer with women. Both Liliths are in cardinal energy, which means they tend to take the lead
Moon in Virgo natives are always paying attention to everything that happens around them, with this coming the 'analytical mind' that describes them
Chiron in the 5H/7H harshly aspected may indicate a fear of being cheated/hurt in love. In a way you just wanna share your love without being hurt
Pisces and Cancer Moons most times tend to end up like hopeless romantic in their love life, always hoping for meeting their love
Sagittarius Suns may like to share their experiences with others. For example, if you like skiing, you may like to share it with other people
Sun in the 6H/12H can get irritated very fast if is constantly around other people,they may like to have to some time alone for themselves
Chiron in the 1H may indicate a fear of not being judged by others, which leads to anxiety or panic attacks. Hugs to all of you
Gemini or mercury in the 7h may like to talk about their partners a lot, about their relationship, marriage, etc
If you have a powerful mercury in your chart like lots of aspects/dominant Mercury. You may get in a state of 'crazyness' when Mercury is coming Retrogade, due to Mercury being more amplified
If you're born with Venus retrogade, one of your highest life lessons can be to first love yourself before everybody, your love is not coming as easy as others towards your partner
Venus in the first decan, like between (0° to 10°) may actually act more like a child when they're in love due to the degrees representing a young energy
Lilith in Leo may struggle with self - pride, you love yourself but you also tend to be a bit narcissistic at times
Mars aspecting Saturn can indicate the native is being more 'masculine' or 'rough' in a man's chart they usually become more amplified
Uranus in your 7h is quite a funny placement to have in a matter of relationships. Everything that happens in your romantic life can be so chaotic and random, from love bombing to marriage
Jupiter aspecting Venus may indicate a beautiful relationship with your spouse, both planets being benefic
Moon in your 11H may talk about wanting to have your own community of ppl who can relate with you or with your life
Lilith in minor aspects to asc like in quincunx or semi - square, can turn up to be really important in your life because you still have to go challenges with your own reputation
This is a more recent observation, but for those with Saturn in Cancer, you can end up being more emotional when Saturn returns hits in
Moon in the 9h is a hidden witch, literally, their love for magic/spirituality and the connection with nature never ends
Mars in your 3H can be more chaotic when arguing/having fights, Mars is not letting anything down here, makes you more competitive verbally
Aries Venus may be a stubborn lover, loving their partners but in the same time having a hard time to understand how love Is working in their life
1H ruler in your 6H can indicate being more focused on your mental health and your health overall because it will be influenced!!
12h ruler in the 7h may indicate attracting partners with artistic talents, finding more fulfilments in common thing you share with them
1h ruler in the 8h may indicate a deep need for your own emotions, always take care of how you truly feel deep down
Venus in your 1H may indicate attracting people who simply love you, adore you, yet sometimes being more envy of your beauty
Sagittarius in your 11H can be an indicator or having friends with different ethnic/cultural backgrounds
Pisces Venus in your chart or Venus at 12° 24° may indicate attracting partners who may have a soft aura/personality
When hurt Cancer placements can end up manipulating you emotionally, always take care around
Saturn in the 2H can indicate a lot of lessons around money and finances, like learning how to spend them and how to use them for your own benefits
Pisces Uranus generation can be more empathic natives, they can have an inner nature that simply gives a feeling of 'kindness'
People who are born with Pluto in Libra usually tend to have more issues with relationships/love life. During that time, Pluto rules over these and can make them more powerful or not as influential
Juno in the 6h/9h can be an indictor for having an overstimulated spouse, can lead to hyper activity or a spouse who really loves to do multiple things at once
Aries Juno may show jealousy often in a romantic relationship, can have jealousy issues as well, and being controlling at times, applying if you have Juno at 1, 13, 25 degrees
Those with Jupiter in the 9h or in sag can have luck in finding a good college or school, if you want to apply for one of those you can have a good chance to get in/to be accepted
If someone has their juno in the same sign as your venus, they can be attracted into you sometimes without a reason, just attraction in between, it can also indicate one side love
Saturn in the 8h can restrict someone sexual life butttttt, this one placement can indicate lots of experience with sex and the same can happen for Capricorn in the 8h.
Uranus in the 8h may indicate multiple kinks to the native, someone who has different sex exeperiences every time they do it or try it
8h ruler in the 10h may indicate a career where you pop out of nowhere to get a job and to make money/finances
Gaga, the woman that you are. â€ïžâ€ïž
Happy Friday, everyone! đ I'm literally dying because of the heat. My country has been hit by a heatwave at least 10 times this summer, and I have heat intolerance đ and is still hot in September đđđ I just wanna teleport to Antarctica rn..
Harmoonix â€ïžâ€ïž
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Yandere uramichi punishing his fem darling who tried to escape with pleasure?
"God, look at you baby. Dripping all over the bed and I haven't even done anything yet" He says in awe, watching how his fingers drip with your juices, all while you're unable to even hide your face, hands tied to the side of the bed as you struggle to catch your breath.
"Honestly, with how wet you are, I'd think you did that stunt on purpose. Is that it? You just like me riled up because you know what I'm capable of doing to you?"
His voice is sickly sweet, his lips sucking obscenely on his fingers that were just inside you, groaning deep in his throat as he slides between your forced open legs, cuffed to the end posts of the large bed.
His thumbs come to hold your swollen pussy lips open, his expression that of admiration and contemplation, wondering just how much of a mess he can turn you into.
You're so cute when you yelp at the way he plays with your stiff clit, and when you shake and try to apologize, he just can't help but smile. You knew the consequences! Why are you acting like this is all a big surprise? Surely you have to be doing this on purpose!
The rose toy he got earlier that week, would that be good to try? Your toes curl and your voice goes hoarse when he gets a little carried away, and well, this isn't exactly supposed to be easy on you.
You wince, feet trying to firmly plant on the mattress as the toy vibrates and suctions right on your clit, your nerves set alight as you writhe and try to both get away and grind down harder.
"There you go again, acting like you don't love how I treat you. Honestly, you could use some acting classes" He says, deadpanned but not at all bored. He presses the toy down harder, sliding his fingers inside of your clenching and fluttering walls while you sob, wrists yanking in the bindings as the toy relentlessly sucks and makes your muscles taut.
Those pianist fingers only make it worse, the pleasure so intense it drives you up a wall. You didn't even have the cognitive ability to plead with him, it was useless anyhow, but this was making even thinking difficult. Without a warning, that cord in your stomach just snaps. And the mess that leaves you and your mouth makes you want to curl up and die.
Uramichi just latches his mouth to your pussy, sucking and drinking you in, firm hands holding you up by your ass as he takes every bit he can get. It's almost cute how easy it is to make you squirt. His cute sensitive little co-star.
"There we go, let it all out baby. See? It's so easy for you to be good for me like this! It's making me wonder why I let you be untied in the first place" He says aloud, dragging his thumbs up and down your swollen vulva as you sniffle and try to form any semblance of an apology.
It's useless. You know it is. But the panic doesn't stop your mouth from moving and speaking words that fall on deaf ears.
His fingers slide back inside, his demeanor changing as his palm presses against your abused and sore clit, fingers pumping and curling at a punishing, brutal pace.
"You're not fuckin sorry. Not yet. One orgasm? Please. I'll make you sorry. Make you cum again and again and again while you gasp and writhe, and beg me. Don't care if you pass out. Don't care if it hurts. You tried to leave. You have no one to blame but yourself."
The way he fingers you, deep and demanding, you can only openly sob as more wetness drips down to your ass. It's wet, sticky, the noises only make you feel more shame as the man comes to suck on your nipples, biting and tugging them aggressively as he works you into another orgasm, the pain mixing with the pleasure only making your brain all the more foggy and broken.
Two orgasms in and you're already sobbing? Goodness, you really know how to put on theatrics! But if you didn't want this you wouldn't be so fucking wet, taking everything he gives you, sucking his fingers in for more. Does he look stupid?
You wanted this.
"Look at you, creaming all over my hand, spraying like a faucet. I give you what you need, don't I? Make that nasty ache go away and give your little pussy what it needs. I can play you like an instrument, anyway I like" He grins, wild and manic as he grinds his palm against your spasming clit, only making you spill into yet another overstimulated orgasm.
You don't even get to call his name or take a breath before he reaches for the rose toy again, holding it in front of his face with a shit eating grin.
"I think you, the toy and I are going to be well acquainted by the end of this. Then once you're all nice and worn out for me, I can unwind by kissing it all better."
(Please god let there be no typos I haven't slept. Anyway I hope you enjoyed!!! -Mommabean )
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I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU DONT KNOW HOW I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS
YOUR SO GOODDDD
I JUST WANTED TO KNOW IF you could write something where player 120 met fem! Reader in a bar and then they make out XD
I just want to read smuts about this woman
Pookie I got you. I started brainstorming when I saw this so I have multiple ideas for this so I just started writing and let it lead, I did end up giving them a past so hopefully you like it!
So with my further do I present:ïżŒ
Is it casual now?
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⯠Cho Hyun-ju x Fem! Reader
âł Alt! Universe- You and Hyunju are kinda like friend with benefits but you to be more
âą oral(f!receiving), fingering, pet names, rough, kinda made her a bit toxicâŠ2k words
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Okay so this is my first ever smut and I just gathered all the info and tips I learned from reading smut so hopefully itâs good and if it is expect more soon :p
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âCasualâ thatâs what you and Hyunju were according to any of your friends that asked. But oh boy how that hurts you in every way.
Was everything she has done to you that casual? Was spending hot hours of the night together that casual to her? Was all the marks she left behind that casual? Was that sore morning feeling she left that casual?
Oh how that word casual was used so wrong in this situation. ïżŒ
But here you are doing nothing but staring at her from across the table. With a drink in your hand trying to wash away that stupid word from your head. Maybe even trying to enjoy the celebration as causal friends.
âUnnie? Are you okay?â youngmi words snap you out of your train of thought. âOh yes, sorry youngmi. What happened?â You asked with a complete sorry tone.
âAh nothing, but we were just about to cut the cake! Also you look out of it? Are you sure youâre still up to continue celebrating?â she asked with those adorable sincere doe eyes. To be honest you always seen youngmi as younger sister but didnât really like that her and Hyunju were also close. It made you feel green inside.
âOf course, I wouldnât miss the celebration of your 21st! Itâs a once in a life time and the only day I can watch you get wasted for the first timeâ you laughed out while she gasped âare you sure it isnât you who going to be getting wastedâ youngmi said in a teasing tone.
âHa ha ha your so funny, that only happened onceâ you said in a defensive tone with a pout but you notice someone staring at you from your peripheral vision. You felt your mouth go dry and your body tense up.
So you decide to look back at her but there she is staring at you a smirk looking you up and down like your some kinda of piece of candy. Did she just lick her lip, oh how you felt your legs start to shake.
âUh excuse me youngmi, I have to the restroom.â You excuse yourself but not without feeling someone eyes follow you.
Once you finally reach the restroom all you could do was sigh. Maybe you were just a girl she banged but how she treats you makes you feel different.
Gripping the sink you take a deep breath and hear the door open. Looking up into the mirror you see her. She walking up to you, slowly pushing your hair that covered your neck to aside. You feel her breath on your neck making you release an airy moan.
âYou know itâs not fair. You all over everyone else here but not daring to look at me.â She grips your hips pulling them back to met hers. âItâs quite rude actually. One day youâre in my bed and the next you ignore me, come on baby that no way to act.â She says in that pouting tone while she bites your ear in a teasing way.
Turning you to face her, your arms automatically move to around her neck waiting for her next action. But she just keeps moving her eyes from between your eyes and lips with that damn smirk that makes you weak to your knees.
Grabbing your chin she pulls you forward so your lips would met. A never ending battle with your mouths start. Tongue against tongue, tongue moving from in and out of your mouth, you felt like you were going wild.
Till she grips your neck to pull you away. You notice the string of saliva that connected your lips together. The hand around your neck gets your attention but is easily lost when she squeezed your neck making you whine while your eyes round back.
âWow, you really know how to win a girl back with that face and noise donât youâ she laughs out with a smirk but not daring to move her hand not when she has you where she wants you.
âMhmâpleaseâŠâ you manage to get out of your mouth. âPlease? Huh you asking for something but I donât know what you want. Your going have to use more words babyâ oh how you hate when she does this, she knows what you want.
Gasping out âyou..pleaseâŠunnieâ you start gripping her hair. âAw the baby wants her unnieâ Hyunju says in a teasing pout while she put her knee between your legs making you moan out and grip her harder.ïżŒ
âOkay here what I want you to do, your going to walk your pretty self to my car and wait patiently as I go tell the others we are heading out, if you donât you wonât get anything from me got it.â She said sternly while looping a piece of your hair around her finger and staring at you like she ready to eat you.
Whining as she lets you go âah come on, walk or I just go back and sit down but judging by the look on your face you wonât want that.â Ugh she just keeps pushing all the buttons that make you feel so weak. ïżŒ
Slowly walking away with a stumble from your shaking legs you make it to the door but not without turning once more to look at her with that begging expression. All she does is smirk in return and wave in a teasing way.
Youâre not really sure how you did it but you managed to make it to her car, well with a few strange glances on the way. Getting into the passenger seat you fully take in what happened.
Shit Iâve fallen for it again⊠you thought as you threw your head back on the head rest. Why couldnât you catch a break with this women were you really that stupid, yoâ your thoughts get cut off when you heard the driver side open.
You felt a hand grip your chin forcing you to look at her, âcome on, what can unnie do for you?â again with that hungry look in her eyes while she lets her thumb rub and play with your bottom lip. You couldnât help it you started sucking on her thumb while trying your best to give her those âfuck meâ eyes.
Groaning she pulls her thumb out of your mouth and starts attacking your lips with hers. You pulled her in not getting enough of her taste itâs so addictive. Suddenly you feel one of her hands squeezing your breast over your top, you couldnât help but like out a moan causing her tongue to dart straight into your mouth.
Pulling her away âUnnine..please f-fuck me..pleaseâ you let out with a crying while a few tears row down due to the need for pleasure. âYou see baby that all you had to do, use your wordsâ Hyunju says while wiping away the tears and gives you a small peck on your cheek.
âNow do me one huge favor and recline your seat backâ she said with a sweet smile like what you guys werenât about to do something freaky in her car.
Once doing so her hand suddenly gripped your thigh pulling your shut legs apart causing a moan to exit you due to the sudden action. âYou look so pretty when youâre turning into a mess but youâre eternal when youâre a full messâ she whispered as she pushed your skirt up exposing the wet mess hiding under causing her to bite her lip.
You felt yourself tremble as she slowly started to trace the lines of your folds over your undies and pressing sweet kissing on your neck causing you to whine. But you started to push into her hand hard looking for the sweet friction âAhah what did I say about being impatient baby..â she warns as she was taps at where you clit is located.
âI-I am sorry, I just need you so so so bad unnie pleaseâ you cry out trying to beg for her to fully touch you.
âFine, since you asked so nicely but you better not start crying when you canât handle itâ she warned as she pushed you panties to the side and finally felt her thumb meet your clit making you let out a relived moan.
Your finally get that sweet sweet pressure you be looking for all night but the sudden feeling of two fingers entering you cause your legs to shut close.
âHey I thought you were going to behave-â she growled out as she forced your legs back open with her other hand causing you get even more wetter. âGood now be a good girl and take what I give youâ she said as she gave a rough thrust causing your hands to fly to hers, gripping it as if she going to tone down her thrust.
Moan after moan thatâs what she pulling out of you and how that makes her movement go faster.
âMhm! UnnnieâŠpleaseââ cutting off your pleases she sticks her tongue in your mouth while gripping the back of your neck making her tongue travel more further. Continuing her abuse with her hand, she finally hits that sweet spot that makes you see star causing you to throw your head back. So she starts her recoloring her previous marks from nights before. She wants people to look at neck and just know your off limits, to know that your being taken care off.
âHyunju!â You scream out as the hot knot in your stomach finally popped but that doesnât matter Hyunju will continue her abuse til your done riding out that delicious high.
Sighing in delight Hyunju pulls her fingers out and makes you look at her as she stuff her soiled finger in her mouth causing you to moan.
âMhmm~ quite a wonderful taste, now I am craving the taste but from the sourceâ she smirks as you whimper and try to close you legs but she is already out of the driver side walking to the passenger side. Opening your door she push the button to make your seat go back as she just smiles.
She slot herself knee deep in the passenger seat while looking into your eyes she rubs and kisses your thighs. You couldnât help but moan oh man is this casual now?
Opening your thighs she slowly leads her kisses to your folds. Groaning as she comes lips to clit she starts sucking causing your hands to grip her hair. âNghâunnieâ you moan out causing her suck harder.
Pulling away she groan just getting a glance at your state âyou really are eternalâ she said was she licks your clit down to your slit. âMhâpleaseâthatâs it, thatâs all it took for her to enter you with her tongue groaning at the taste.
You start to squirm in pleasure, you just canât get enough nor can handle it. But your put to sudden stop as she slaps the side of your thigh and grips your hip letting her nails press into your skin. All you could do was whine and shred those tear Hyunju loved so dearly.
A sudden loud moan leaves your mouth as her thumb starts circling around your clit adding more pleasure on top of what youâre already experiencing. You can feel the knot in your stomach start to twist with all the amount of pleasure so you start trying to push Hyunju head away.
âUnnie please Iâm closeââ you really tried to push her away but that woman wonât budge she kept her mouth where she wanted it whiling pushing in her nails even deeper into you.
âWaiââ you were cut off with your loudest moan of the night causing the knot to finally pop all over Hyunju. Gasping for air you start to calm down but that calmness is quickly gone with Hyunju rubbing her fingers over your slit.
âMhm you did such a good job, and tasted so goodâ she said as she licked the leftover juices on you and her lips. âHow about we head to my place?â
Oh you already know what she meansâŠanother âcausalâ fuck with no strings attached. âPleaseâ she mutters with that sad puppy look as she rubs up and down your leg so you just bit back that remark and nodded.
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hellooo, your writing is amazing so far i love it đ«¶đŒ
Could you do one for Hobie x fem reader, where the reader is friends with SpiderPunk AND Hobie. But she doesnât know theyâre the same person. And one day lovergirl rants about her fat ah crush on Hobie to him??
First off, thank you for enjoining my writing, I try my best with what working brain cells I have left đ€Ł
Ooh I love this idea very much! But I might make it a two parter cuz I defiantly went off requestâŠoopsâŠ
Part 2
You were just minding your business, chilling on the roof top of an abandoned apartment complex, mind a million miles elsewhere on a certain somebody when a flash of red and blue caught your eye and before you knew it; you company of one had became a company of two.
âHeya Spidey, how are things?â You greeted.
He shrugs, âthe usual but what about you lil missis,â he playfully nudges you, âhead so far off into the clouds Iâm actually feeling a little neglected over here.â You laughed, shoving him away by his arm. âOh come off it, will you? I just been thinking about this guy Iâve liked for a while now.â You admitted and Hobieâs interest was immediately peaked.
For as long as he knew you, Hobie could barely remember the last time you had ever admitted to him in fancying someone, besides from a couple of incidences from way back that ended up backfiring; but other then that, you kinda made it a point not to talk about it, maybe in due to him thinking that whoever you did fancy at the time werenât worth the effort youâd give had you perused them. You had often called him overprotective whenever you tell him about your crush of the week but Hobie would defend himself by saying he was merely looking out for you and didnât want you getting hurt by some douchebag.
âYou donât have to defend me from everything Hobie,â you once told him as you were patching him up from beating the breaks off of your last crush because they were chatting shit about you behind your back, âwhilst as sweet as it is but you canât always be there to look out for me.â
âWatch me.â He replied, his view remaining completely unchanged. You sighed, knowing that once Hobieâs mind was made up, nothing you nor anyone else could do to change that. He was an akin to that of an immovable object when it came to his beliefs and views and it was amongst the many things you adored and admired about him most.
âOh yeah? And whoâs the lucky guy?â He asked casually leaning back on his arms, watching as you brought your knees close to your chest before resting your chin upon them as your eyes gaze out at nothing in particular; something Hobie noticed you often do when you were particularly in your feelings and needed something to hold onto and ground yourself before you became adrift in your own sea of emotions. It was cute to see you tucked in on yourself so tightly that he couldnât be more thankful for the fact that you couldnât see how dopey he mustâve looked beneath his mask.
âHobie. Hobie Brown.â
He blinked twice, nah, he mustâve heard that wrong, surely, his hearing must be going all scewiff.
âHobie Brown.â He said his own name as though it was the first time he was ever saying it. Upon seeing the way your shoulders drop and your body becoming at ease upon hearing his name, along with the way you smiled gently and how your eyes seemed to beam with newfound light which all had only helped In affirming to Hobie that he did indeed hear you the first time. âWhat is it about the guy thatâs got you all up in knots?â He asked, trying to act as though you didnât just indirectly admitted that youâve got a crush on him to him.
âWhere do I start.â You started, unable to fight against your own feelings that were swelling up within your chest when an image of Hobie appeared in the forefront of your mind, he was sat on your bed, eyes closed as he allowed himself to get lost within his guitar rifts, his calloused fingers expertly transitioned from chord to chord as it were muscle memory. âHeâs just so cool and awesome and so forthright and opinionated in his views and beliefs that heâs not afraid to back down from a fight should it come down to it.â You tell him with a sense of fondness in your voice.
Hobie was quick to notice how your hand fiddle with one of the many handmade pins heâs made you that you always paired up with any and every outfit you ever wore, even if they styles did clash but you didnât seem to care; Whatever the reason for you reaching for the pins were, whether itâd be out of a need to feel out the closest thing you had in regards to him or it was just something you did out of habit, made Hobie warm within his chest that soon spread throughout his body. âSounds like me and this Hobie guy are more alike then I originally thought.â
Your fingers stopped their fiddling and you suddenly looked at him as though you were just now realising something with the way your eyes bore into him, Hobie thought that you mightâve developed the ability to see through the mask that withheld his identity and into him, so much so that he couldnât help but make a comment on it, âstare at me any harder sweetheart and your stare might burn right through my mask.â You mustâve been deep into your thinking as you didnât seem to have noticed that he had spoken at all and Hobie was starting to think that he mightâve been too relaxed with you as Spider-Man that you might have started to have it pieced together in your mind; after all you were smart, more so then what you give yourself credit for.
âNow that youâve mentioned it you and Hobie do share some of the same attributes and habits, Iâm also pretty sure your similar height wise and even though your mask muffled your voice, it fills me with a sense of familiarity that itâs hard for me to put a finger on.â You said as you leaned closer to him until you were partially merely a breath away from each other. Hobie didnât know he was holding in a breath until you shrugged âbut I could just be grasping at a straws, so I wonât dwell on it as much.â and moved away from him back to your previous position.
As much as he wouldâve loved to have you figure out his identity on your own terms. Hobie would prefer it best if he were the one to reveal himself to you but the moments where he wanted to never felt right and he didnât want to you in danger by doing so, but he knew that thereâd come a time where he would be greeted with a choice in wether to tell you the truth as to who he was or continue living like he has currently and potentially loose your trust because of his lack of transparency; Hobie couldnât bear to think of loosing your trust but just as he has always done since becoming your friend, he was merely looking out for you and for your safety as they were always his top priorities.
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*Lee know Calling You Clingy*
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Paring: Lee Know x Reader (GN)
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Arguing, Cursing, A sort of happy ending?
This is part of a series find the others here:
Bangchan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin
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Cutting up some veggies as you watched your boyfriend cook dinner, he was always so handsome like this so in his zone. As you got done cutting you brought it over to him. Standing by his side as he went to grab something you would hand it to him, He moved you would move. You thought to yourself how sweet this moment was however thatâs not exactly what he was thinking. He was getting frustrated cause as much as he really loved when you helped the kitchen was too small for you both to be doing stuff.
âY/n can you please give me a little bit of spaceâ he said his tone sounding annoyed. You looked up at him feeling bad for bothering him so you slumped back into the chair. âWhy donât you set the table?â He asked seeing your reaction. You nod feeling a bit upset as you did so. You both sat down to eat finishing the delicious food fast before plopping yourselves down on the couch to watch a movie.
You wanted to make it up to him for bothering him while he was in his element so you wrapped your arms around him snuggling up to him. He let out a small sigh as you did so, you looked up to the man who was trying to focus on the movie. His face stern looking still with a hint of that annoyance from earlier. âHey babe is everything alright? You seem on edge today?â You said softly trying to read his face. âItâs fineâ he said blankly still keeping his attention on the tv.
âLove please, talk to me I can tell somethingâs up. Is it work? Did I do something?â You went on rambling before he cut you off ây/n please. Can we just watch the damn movie.â He hissed his voice harsher than it was supposed to be âcanât you at least tell me whatâs wrong?â You said not wanting to drop it, although you probably should have. âFor fuck sakes y/n!â He said turning off the tv and getting up âyou have been- been so clingy lately. You have been up my ass since we came back from the US. Why canât I just get a few minutes of just peace. First you wonât leave me alone while Iâm cooking and now I canât even watch a damn movie without fucking 50 questions!â His voice echoed across the room.
Your heart was pounding trying all you had not to cry âIâm fucking sorry I havenât seen my boyfriend in almost a month, god fucking forbid me for wanting to spend time with him!â You hissed back. You stood up quickly walking to your room, you grabbed a bag and packed some clothes as Minho continued behind you. âItâs one thing to fucking miss me y/n but it feels like youâd want to sit on my lap while I take a fucking shit cause you âmiss me so muchâ you act like we didnât talk at all which again had me no fucking time to myself!â
You put your bag over your shoulder âFine you want alone time so fucking bad! Then be alone Minho!â You said storming towards the front door. Your mind raced as you could feel the tears pulling at the corners. No. No crying he doesnât get to see that. âGood! Thatâs exactly what I fucking wanted, Iâm happy you get the fucking message now!â He said still yelling behind you. You bit your lip his words cutting deeper each time he spoke. You turned around quickly feeling the tears coming âfuck you Minho! Iâm- Iâm fucking done!â You spat almost running out the door you could hear him before you were out âme fucking too!â
You had gone to a friendâs house to stay she held you close rubbing your back trying to console you. Everything hurt, your head was spinning, your eyes red from crying cheeks stained with tears. âWant me to get some of that cake you like so much and we can sit and eat it while watching horror moviesâ she said smiling âwhy horror movies?â You said smiling a bit âcause at least dumb men die in itâ she laughed making you laugh too. She was always such a good friend knowing exactly what to say and do to make you feel better.
After Minho calmed down a bit he sat back down on the couch. He turned the movie back on but quickly turned it off âdamnit, even when theyâre not here they ruin it.â He said throwing the remote back down to the table. He laid back on the couch looking up at the ceiling he felt a heaviness in his chest âno I wanted alone timeâ he said shaking his head âI wanted this..â his words trailed off. âBut whyâs it feel so bad.â He said with a deep sigh.
He looked at his phone wanting to text you but not daring too. He knew he was out of line but he didnât want to be the first to admit. Your words ringing in his head though âIâm done.â What did you mean? Were you ending the relationship? The thought of this made a lump in Minhos throat. Surly you werenât serious right? .. Right??
Almost a week had passed with radio silence on both ends. It wasnât like either of you didnât wanna message the other but neither of you wanted to do it first.
You had thought about things a lot, you decided about going home and just staying in the guest room. You knew Minho wasnât home at the moment and all though your friend had a great idea âjust move out while heâs not home, give him the ultimate alone time he wantsâ you couldnât afford that right now. And quite frankly why does he get to keep the place and you move?
You walked into your apartment thinking of what exactly to do. Your head spinning a bit from thoughts âwhat the fuck am I even gonna say?â You said to yourself âare we even together anymore?â You sighed loudly you stood there for a good minute or two before making your way to the bedroom. You scrounged up most of your things moving it into the guest room you felt yourself wanting to cry again âfuck youâ you said softly. You locked the door, put on some music and just curled up into a ball. You had fallen asleep quickly the feeling of being in your home making you sleep easier.
Minho had come home late walking through the door to see your shoes on the floor. His face looked confused before he heard music playing âdid she come home?â He said to himself making his way to what was your shared bedroom. He looked over it seeing you had taken stuff he felt his heart sink. He saw the small light coming from under the guest rooms door making the thoughts of you moving disappear. He walked to the door trying to open it realizing it was locked he was about to knock before stopping himself.
He signed a bit walking to the living room, he slumped into the couch all sorts of emotions whirling in his head. He slowly fell asleep only to be woken up by the sounds of you coming out of the room. You quietly tried sneaking to the door your belly rumbling. He quickly turned his head to meet your eyes locking. You both were still for a second before he let out a soft âleaving?â
You shook your head no â7/11â you said trying to keep it short. You made your way to the door putting your shoes on âI- I can make you something.â His voice barely a whisper at this point. âNo thank youâ you said before leaving out the door. This is how it stayed for about a week. Minho tried talking to you and you just giving him one word answers. He came home from work youâd slink back into your room. Heâd come into the kitchen, youâd leave just as quickly.
He started doing small things for you like leaving you breakfast in the morning, or buying your favorite drink to keep in the fridge. He usually did these things always being thoughtful in these sweet kind of actions. It made your heart hurt more. One of the days he made you your favorite lunch, he didnât do it often because it meant going about an hour away to the restaurant to pick it up but he did. He did in the morning before he had to be at work driving there and back before his already long day.
When you saw it in the morning you started to bawl like a baby. Minho had come back home after realizing he left his phone on the counter. You were curled up on the couch listening to some of his solo music crying into a pillow. He stood there not wanting to bother you but wanting nothing more than to hold you and make things right. He started making his way towards you before you heard him your head shot up eyes meeting his. Your body moved fast tackling him almost knocking you both down.
âMin Iâm sorry- Iâm so sorryâ you choked out tears streaming down your face ugly crying âIâm sorry for being clingy Iâm sorry for being a bother- Iâll change Iâll give you more space Iâm sorry I just canât- I canât do this anymore I miss you- everything hurts-â you said between sobs and wiping the snot that was running down. Minho couldnât help but cry at your words, he really had broken you. âNo- y/n please donât change, this all was because of me Iâm the asshole Iâm the one that should be apologizing.â He said his chest heaving.
âDonât change please Iâm sorry for calling you clingy please- I miss you, cling to me. Hold onto me for dear life please I need you..â he voice getting stuck in his throat. Youâve never seen him like this, he always kept his emotions under control but he couldnât hold it in anymore. âLife has no meaning if I canât spend it with you, if I canât have you by my side with that shining smile of yours. The smile that I havenât seen in how long. I ruined everything. I hurt you I ruined us things wonât ever be the same.â
His voice horse crying even harder than you now âyou should hate me, you should want me to jump off a bridge. I donât know- I donât understand why youâre apologizing.â He was rambling on. You felt your heart just braking again, he was so defeated and part of you wanted nothing more than to tell him this is exactly what he wanted. And youâd be right, but you just wanted him back, wanted things back to how they were.
You pulled Minho down to the couch both of you sobbing trying to calm yourselves. You both cried for almost a full half hour before you spoke âThings.. things will be different either way.. you.. we gotta build that trust back upâ you said softly clearing your throat. âLetâs start off slow ok?â You said lifting his head to make eye contact with you.
âWell start small and work on things hmm?â You said repeating yourself. He nodded âcan.. can you come back to our room?â He said whipping his nose âeventually, I will letâs start off with just trying to talk through some things ok?â You said kissing his cheek. âI love you Minho but what you said hurt and will still probably hurt in the future. But I really do love you and would rather work on things and hopefully fix it than just to through it away so easily.â You said pulling him into a hug.
âAnything, Iâll do anything to show you how sorry I am.â He said his words muffled by your shoulder. You nod sitting there in silence both of you trying to gather your thoughts and catch your breath.
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drew starkey x younger!reader (like 19/20 sorry not sorry đ), reader calls drew âpapaâ *not in a weird way*, smut, in love w the age gap concept cus of @native2princess ! <3
you watched yet another video on the internet of drew down at disney world without you, but with his friend group that all had a few years on you.
he would send pictures of everything that was cute or that reminded him of you, and you really did appreciate it. but it still didnât swallow the lingering feeling in your gut.
you werenât even invited. it was obvious why since you couldnât even buy a drink legally, let alone not even close with half of them, but for some reason it still hurt and had you questioning things even further about everything.
you swore that you guys were drifting apart.
not only did that make you sad, but it also left you scared and questioning everything.
the only thing that made you wonder why you two were drifting like you thought you were was because of the age gap.
was he getting tired of you? was the age gap starting to become a burden? were you just too immature?
and letâs not even get started on how drew acted around his female friends â that were once again a lot older.
all you could do was just cry. it was a dumb reason to cry about, but you donât wanna lose drew yet you really think you are. he was your first and you hoped heâd be your last, but who knows where you two may end up?
seeing how he acted with his friends currently was already ruining you. now you found yourself down a rabbit hole of searching through old videos of him before you were even dating.
it was crazy, of course you were aware of that. but it did nothing but further increase your worries seeing how he would act around these girls. all older than you and all more outgoing.
so now here you were, stalking your own boyfriend while you sat in your bed, silent tears streaming down your face.
currently, drew was now in paris for the fashion show. he wanted you to come, but it would be too difficult for you. plus school had just ended and both of you knew that you were planning to spend more time with your family this summer.
regardless of that, this feeling was awful. youâve had old puppy-love heart breaks during highschool with guys you dated just to say you were in a relationship, but this is real. a real committed relationship youâre in with a guy a little over 10 years older than you.
heâs so mature. so are you, but not entirely. you still had a lot more to experience and learn, and he was always so patient.
but maybe now that patience was wearing thin.
you sniffle one more time before closing out all your apps and throwing your phone on the nightstand next to you. wanting to sleep it off and praying youâd wake up feeling better, your insides just were not letting that happen. not to mention you couldnât fall asleep without at least getting a goodnight text from him.
laying down was no use. as soon as you tried to lay your head down on the pillow and just relax, the overthinking just continued to grow. there was no escape from these thoughts and it was just eating you straight alive.
you huff while turning over, switching sides and seeing if that would help. spoiler: it didnât.
all you could do now is groan while sitting up. a certain thought ran through your mind that you really didnât want to go through with, but did you have a choice? you already felt as if the end of things are near, so why let him break your heart (even though youâd be expecting it) when you can just do it the hard part first?
with a sigh, you reached over to grab your phone and open drewâs contact. everything was making you sick. you just stared at the screen, skimming over the conversation you had earlier.
it was the usual. âhows your dayâ, âi miss youâ, âthis reminded me of usâ, all the cute stuff.
but it just didnât hit the same. that feeling of him leaving you because of your age wasnât going anywhere, and it was making you feel insecure on extreme ends
your fingers started typing. there were no real thoughts, just your pure raw emotions. you hit backspace a couple of times, you sat there and thought about the next few words you were going to say, but eventually you got it all put together it pained you type, but it pained you even more contemplating on whether or not you should send it.
âhey drew. iâve been missing you a lot recently and i know itâs weird and youâre going to question why i sent this after you read it, but im sorry. i really do feel like youâre leaving me soon and itâs taking a toll on me badly. i donât want this to end but i can tell that it is and i just know + feel like weâre drifting apart. i feel like itâs because of my age so i really do understand and respect that. we can talk more once you get back because i hate to do this over text but i canât just bottle my feelings anymore. goodnight đ©·â
a few more seconds of contemplation, you hit send and stared at the screen. you didnât know how he would respond so you shouldâve been shutting off your phone and running away.
but you didnât. you stared at the screen and waited until he read it.
thankfully, it didnât take him any longer than three minutes to open your message, and soon after, the dots were bubbling.
drew himself was lost. confused wasnât even the word for the long paragraph you just sent him. he even started triple texting you.
â???â
âwhat are you talking about baby?â
âiâm so lostâ
you sighed reading his texts. he didnât get it, realistically you shouldnât have expected him to. it was out of the blue, and little to your knowledge, he didnât think for a second anything was wrong between you too.
when you didnât answer him as soon as you read it, he went back to typing.
âanswer meâ
âiâm really confused and worried. itâd be nice if you stopped leaving me on readâ
âcall me nowâ
you didnât even have a chance to start typing because you had an incoming call with drewâs name on it. you didnât wanna pick up, but you knew you had to because if the roles were reversed, oh youâd definitely be throwing a fit.
swallowing quickly, you hit the green answer button to drewâs facetime call but moved your face out of the camera.
heâs walking, most likely back to his hotel with furrowed eyebrows and an expression that you think showed⊠annoyance?
drewâs the first one to speak up, ây/n, what the hell are you talking about?â he says sounding very confused and very upset as well.
âi feel like weâre drifting apart apart i donât know.â you replied. your voice isnât even a third as stern as his. itâs not stern at all nor convincing.
âwhere is that coming from? what are you talking about itâs our ages?â he questions you again.
you really hoped a fan wouldnât come up to him. not because it would interrupt the call, but because they would be walking up on him pissed off and getting a taste of his very apparent bad mood.
you sighed, âitâs just how i feel. maybe iâm not mature enough for this.â
his face scrunches with confusion even further. he then looks down to his screen to see the ceiling you were showing.
âwhy do you all of a sudden feel this way? you are mature. if you werenât, this relationship wouldnât be a thing in the first place.â
this was something else you wanted to avoid; him being mad at you. you hated making him upset and now that you were already upset, and he was just getting annoyed with you, it wasnât helping and it made you feel worse.
âshow me your face baby. you know i donât like talking to walls.â he says once you donât respond to his actual voice this time.
reluctantly, you put your face in the screen. sitting up and cuddling onto your bed sheets.
ây/n, nothing is wrong. we arenât drifting apart at all so i donât know why you feel otherwise. weâre okay and you know this, baby. stop overthinking.â he reassures you.
before you could finally respond with anything else, you heard a few girls calling his name from the other side of his phone. good luck to them!
âiâll call you back. weâre not done talking.â he says, then swiftly hangs up.
you wanted to puke. you hated being in any type of conflict with people, let alone being in one with drew.
a headache was starting to form, and it forced you to lay back down and sleep. you kept your phone right next to you on your bed, just in case drew woke you up by ringing your phone again.
â
you werenât sure when the previous night you fell asleep, but you didnât wake up until 12 the next day. and that was due to your doorbell ringing multiple times at once.
you whined at the fact you had to leave your warm bed, but you slowly made your way down your apartmentâs stairs, rubbing your eyes and forcing yourself to wake up.
opening the door ready to curse out whoever had the nerve to wake you up at this hour, it was drew standing at the door with flowers in one hand and his stuff in the other.
now this is what really woke you up.
âhow are you hereâŠ?â you questioned.
he exhales, âsoon as we hung up yesterday i checked out and booked a flight here. we really need to talk in person.
you step to the side to let him in, then he shuts the door behind him and hands you the flowers.
both of you take a seat at the table. âi need you to fully explain what youâre feeling. that paragraph honestly made no sense and as soon as i read the whole thing i knew i had to get down here.â he says.
you press your lips together before speaking. âiâm sorry.â
he makes a face of puzzlement and also motions for you to keep going.
âmaybe im not mature enough for this, drew. i donât know.â
âwhat makes you think that? what happened or what did i do that has you questioning everything?â he asks, reaching out for your hand.
you sniffle before continuing, âi just feel like im holding you back. youâre buying drinks, going to clubs and hanging out with your friends who are all around your age and im still in school. itâs not working-â
he cuts you off before you can finish that. âthose arenât reasons, baby. it is working. do you feel left out or something?â
âno itâs just,â
thereâs a pause before he says something again, âjust what? i donât understand whatâs got you so in your head.
âi donât know how to explain it. i just think youâre drifting from me because of where weâre at in life and i hate it.â the words finally form, and you can feel a little bit of weight being lifted off your chest now that youâve got it out.
his expression now shows a face of understanding, then heâs standing up and swiftly making his way over to you, lifting you up before securing your legs around him.
you let out a squeal at the action. when he was balanced, he made his way upstairs to your room with you in his arms.
stepping into your decorated room, he throws you down on the bed then hovers over you. âiâm gonna prove to you that you deserve this relationship.â
his lips make their way to your jaw, leaving little lovebites on them, then down to your neck and chest.
your hands fly to his buzzed head. you let out soft sighs at his lips being on your body, a feeling you loved the most.
his hands travel to your pajama shorts then dipped into the waistband of your panties. as hes taking them both off at the same time, he distracts you by now placing his lips on yours, slowly making out with you.
now your hands are taking action, working to get is shirt off to see his toned body once again. when itâs off, one hand is still on his head while the other goes down to his abs, feeling on him.
now heâs starting to get quick, fumbling with his belt and pants, ready to do you into the mattress.
sooner than later, both of your clothes are off and in random sports throughout the room.
his middle and ring finger are inside you, stretching your out as you moan and grind into his hand.
drewâs cock is laying there on your stomach, practically reaching your ribs. this was just another reminder of how deep he really goes when fucking you.
you could barely keep your eyes on him while his fingers worked you. âthat feel good?â
you moan out a âyea.â you definitely couldnât let him go. the way he could make you fall apart with just his fingers is crazy as it is.
âi bet, baby. already so wet. you know what you want huh?â he coos.
this makes you nod. âwant your cock, please.â you reach your hand down to where it rested on you, but he moves your hand away.
âi know you do. but i need this pussy stretched and ready for me.â he responds
âi can take it! promise! just give it to me,â you whine.
drew gives in at your begging. he removes his fingers from inside you before sticking them in your mouth.
he grabs his cock before lining it up with your entrance. he slowly pushes in, making you whimper around his fingers. it hurt a little bit, but the pleasure overrode the pain.
âshhh,â he hushes you, putting his cock in all the way and forcing you to take all that he gave you.
you continued to let out sounds because of the pleasure he was giving you. drew was letting out groans of content himself.
âfeels so good, baby. so fucking good.â he throws his head back.
his words did nothing but turn you on more. your eyes squeeze shut before you guide his hand out of your mouth and onto your throat, signaling what you want from him.
he smirks before moving his other hand to your throat, choking you slightly but enough that you can still breathe.
âyea you like when i go hard on you, right baby? this pussy just loves when i go rough on her, doesnât she?â he teases.
âmhm!â you squeak, loving the feeling of just taking all of him so deep and so rough.
he makes your legs cross completely around him before leaning down into your neck.
this was your favorite position. you being on your back, him groaning in your hear and putting hickeys on your neck, it was so much at once and you loved it real bad.
his lips are right next to your ear. âiâm not going anywhere, yeah?â
he lets out another sound before continuing, âyouâre not leaving me either. neither of us are going anywhere.
your breath catches in your throat when he says this. maybe this was all you needed. some reassurance, and a good pounding to go with it.
he sits up before pulling out to turn you around. now that youâre flat on your stomach, he slides right back in with a hand on your lower back right before your butt and the other pushing your head down into the pillows.
you screamed out when he started thrusting all over again. it hurt so good, you just wanted to do this forever him.
you tried to move away slightly because he was just going ham on your poor hole. but all it took was you reaching one hand up, gripping the sheets and trying to pull away before he yanked your head back by your hair. he then brought your back up to his chest and held you by your throat.
âstop running, baby.â he growls into your ear.
âitâs so deep tho, papa.â your eyes squeeze shut as your mouth hangs open.
he kisses right below your ear, âyouâre fine.â
that bubbly feeling started to form again. you were about to cum, and somehow drew could always tell too.
âknow youâre gonna cum, mama. hold that shit.â he tells you as he pushes you back into the sheets.
right now that request just didnât seem possible. âi canât!â
he gives your right cheek a firm slap. âyou can and you will. donât make me say it again.â
you guys stay in this position for a while. him just hitting it from the back deep and all you needed to do was lay there and take it like a good girl.
his good girl.
suddenly, he flips you back over, then lays down himself setting you on top. now heâs got his feet planted on the bed, thrusting up into you.
at this angle, you guys can see the belly bulge happening from how deep his cock was. just proving how big he really is again.
âsee that baby? thatâs me. all up in those guts.â he says to you.
you throw your head back, but he cups the back of your head to bring you down into him, chest to chest.
âyâthe only one who gets fucked like this. yâknow that? only one who deserves it too,â his arms wrap around your waist now. âonly fucking one.â
his lips are practically on your ear as he says this. youâre only able to nod, but he wants to hear your voice.
âtell me you understand that baby, say it.â his thrusts slow down, but there still deep, and heâs angling it to make sure heâs hitting that good spot.
âiâŠâ
another slap hits on to your cheek. âsay it, princess.â
âyes! i understand!â you finally moan out.
âyes who, baby?â
âyes papa!â your voice is weak now.
he smirks at your submission and continues to fuck you hard. more than just a few thrusts later, heâs letting out a lot more groans than what he already was.
âshit baby⊠yâgonna make me cum soon. you gonna let me put it in you, hm?â
âdrewâŠâ
his hips are starting to stutter. âknow youâre ready to cum too. been holding it in like papa told you too, good girl. fuckk.â
his arms are really really squeezing around your waist, keeping you still so you canât try and move from his brutal thrusts.
âcum with me baby girl. got a big load for you.â he moans.
âdonât knock me up.â as good as the moment felt right now, you were dead serious about that.
he chuckles, âi wonât baby. know you wanna feel that cum all in your stomach tho.â
you moan one last time before finally cumming around him. you couldnât hold it back anymore, no matter how much he told you to wait for him.
but your own orgasm sent his off. he felt you come undone around him, and two seconds later you felt his hot sperm fill you up.
drewâs arms moved from around your waist to seriously gripping your hips down, not letting you waist a drop of what he had to give you.
moans and deep breaths were coming from the both of you. that was the most intense sex you guys had for a while, not to mention the first time heâs actually came inside you.
when he finally came down from his high, he slowly pulled out of you and just let you rest on his chest.
âthank you,â you quietly speak up.
he doesnât respond, but he smiles and kisses your forehead.
minutes after just sitting in silence, he sits up against your headboard and takes your face into your hands.
âbaby, when i say youre what i want i mean it. if you werenât mature enough for me, i wouldnât still be here.â he says. you donât actually answer, you want him to keep going.
âi love you so much, sweetheart. nothing about that is going to change and nothing can make it change. i donât know what you saw or if i did something, but im sorry. okay?â
you nod with a smile. âokay.â
he smiles back at you then pressed his lips against yours, giving you a nice firm kiss. which slowly turned into a makeout.
you guys pull away just to catch your breath, âwe gotta get you packed up, sweetheart.â
âfor what?â you ask.
âiâm taking you back to paris with me.â
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