#meanwhile you want to tear your hair out because come the fuck on

[romiiq]

Part 2 of this

It had been a few months since Valentine’s Day, and Rafe had been pulling away more and more. He would disappear for hours without explanation, brushing off your questions with vague excuses about work or family. You’d ask him where he’d been, but he’d never look you in the eye. His answers felt hollow, like he was present, but not really there.

Tonight, though, was different. Topper had convinced you to join him and Sarah for drinks at the country club—a rare evening where you weren’t sitting at home, waiting for Rafe to come back from wherever he’d been. Sarah had even bought you a new dress, and as you stood in front of the mirror, you tried to convince yourself that tonight was going to be fun. You needed this.

"You look amazing, Y/N. Seriously," Sarah grinned, nudging you. "Forget about my brother for a night. Just… enjoy yourself."

You forced a smile, nodding. "Yeah, I’m trying." The truth was, it felt nice to be out, to laugh at Topper’s dumb jokes, to have a drink in hand instead of staring at your phone, wondering if Rafe would even bother coming home tonight. Laughing at some stupid joke Topper said you looked away from your friends to encounter someone.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him. At first, you thought you were imagining it—the dim light, the crowd, your mind playing tricks on you—but then you recognized that beautiful blonde hair and those wide shoulders and last but not least her.

Your heart clenched. Sofia. 

She was sitting in a dimly lit corner, her hand threaded through Rafe’s hair, pulling him close as she whispered something in his ear. He leaned in, smiling at her the way he used to smile at you, his fingers resting comfortably on her waist.

"Y/N?" Sarah’s voice was cautious, as she followed your gaze. "Oh my god…" She said as Topper followed muttered a “Fuck”.

"I-I need some air" you whispered, stumbling to your feet. You blinked back the shock, the betrayal sinking in like a heavy weight.

“Hey, wait—” Topper started, but you were already pushing through the crowd, your heart racing, and your senses numbed. You didn’t want to hear their pity, didn’t want to explain. You just needed to get out of there before you fell apart in front of everyone. You made it outside, the cool night air hitting you, but it did nothing to soothe the storm inside you. You stood there, hands shaking, trying to make sense of what you’d just seen.

He’s with her. He’s always been with her. Your mind shouted as the noise behind you started to face and a cold sweat creeped on your back. Meanwhile Sarah confronted her brother who just ran to you before you could collect yourself, footsteps echoed behind you. You knew who it was, you could recognize him even blind.

"Y/N…" Rafe’s voice was low, his tone already defensive.

You turned slowly, your eyes locking with his and your shaky arm raised, stopping him in his tracks. "Don’t." Your voice was sharp, filled with more hurt than you had ever imagined.

“Y/N, I can explain,” Rafe started, stepping toward you.

You shook your head, taking a step back. "Explain what, Rafe? That you’re still in love with her? That you’ve been sneaking around behind my back this whole time?"

Rafe flinched. “It’s not what it looks like—"

“Oh, really?” Your voice rose, incredulous. "Because it looks exactly like you’re cheating on me with the girl you’ve never let go of! How long has this been going on? How long have you been lying to me?" His silence told you everything his mouth didn’t.

Tears burned at the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Not in front of him. He didn’t deserve them. "You called me by her name, Rafe," you whispered, your voice shaking. "That night… on Valentine’s Day. You said her name in your sleep."

His face paled, his mouth opening to say something anything to fix it, as his mind raced trying to remember, but you cut him off.

"You kissed her the same way you used to kiss me, or maybe you were kissing me as you used to kiss her" you continued, your chest tightening and your voice raising. "And I sat here, trying to convince myself that I was enough. That you’d forget her if I just loved you harder, if I tried harder. But I was never going to be enough for you, was I?"

“Y/N, please… listen to me, it’s not like that—” He reached for your hand, but you pulled away nauseous and flowning, the sting of his touch too much to bear. Sarah and Topper stumbled outside looking for you with worry written across their faces. Sarah immediately ran to you as Topper followed her cautiously.

“Y/N, do you want to get out of here?” Sarah asked gently, grabbing your arm, glancing warily at Rafe. 

“No, let her stay," Rafe snapped cold as always with his sister and desperation showing. "I need to talk to her.” But you shook your head, feeling the weight of everything fall on your shoulders. You were done.

"I’m done, Rafe," you said softly, but firmly. "You’ve made your choice. It was always Sofia." Rafe’s eyes filled with panic, his voice breaking. “Y/N, please… don’t walk away. I—I love you.” 

You let out a bitter laugh, wiping away a tear. “You love the idea of me, Rafe. But not me and I don't even know if what I said first it's the truth. If you did, you wouldn’t have gone back to her.”

Topper stepped in, putting a hand on Rafe’s shoulder. “Man, maybe you should back off, let her breathe.” “Stay out of it, Top!” Rafe barked, his frustration boiling over pushing Topper aside. But you had already started to walk towards Topper’s truck, Sarah by your side, as Topper stood his ground and pushed Rafe back, keeping him in check.

“I’m sorry,” Sarah whispered, her voice heavy with guilt. You smiled sadly at her. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault.” Rafe’s voice called out to you one last time as Topper held him back. “Y/N! Please… I can fix this!”

But you didn’t turn back. For the first time in a long time as you hopped in Topper’s truck, you felt a sense of clarity. This was the end. And maybe, just maybe, it was the beginning of something better.

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[koinotame]

cryinggg you're literally so funny. immediately thought about unwittingly making your yan jealous as they're trying to make you jealous by politely introducing yourself to their new friend... double whammy because you're not upset in the slightest (no biting :(!!) and you touch their friend instead of them (literally shaking their hand). you are not seeing that person ever again x_x

- 💫

you start spending less time with them in an effort to encourage them to spend more time with their newfound friend and they take it as you being jealous but taking it out in a passive aggressive way instead, so now they're stuck between bringing up their 'friend' again with hopes of you getting fed up and giving them their proper punishment or ensuring you never see said person again because you were getting a bit too chummy with them, touching them in front of your poor yan like that. you ask randomly how their friend is doing and :) they decide they can forgo the punishment

[i-cant-sing]

Okay but I need yall to help me figure out the character(s) for the following scenario:

Imagine a romantic yandere falling for reader, and ofc reader isn't in love with yandere for obvious reasons like red flags. Maybe they did try dating, Yandere is a charmer, comes from a rich family, he's smart and hardworking and oh so head over heels in love with you. He's always taking you out on best dates, HAS to get you the largest fucking bouquets (excellent taste in flowers) and buys you expensive but well thought out gifts.

But for whatever reason, things dont work out and you break things off hastily and most likely over the phone before leaving the country. And yandere just- breaksdown. I mean my man does not have a good mental health as is, but you leaving, actually leaving him just breaks him down and he has a full blown panic attack.

I'm talking about yandere falling to his knees, clutching his chest and gasping for air, tears streaming down his face as he screams your name like a mad man. His family, they love him, they adore their son/brother/grandchild sm, it pains them to see him in such a miserable state. Yandere man is so delirious that he has to be sedated, tranquillised by medical professionals because he's just losing his fucking mind, babbling your name over and over again like a mad man. His condition only worsens as time passes, and so his family decides to take drastic measures because they can't see their beloved son/brother/grandkid so fucking dead and depressed and a shell of a once bright man. They love him so much, they only want ti see him happy, so they use their money and influence to track you down and try to convince you to return and take yandere back. When you refuse, they take the high way and force you to come with them, dragging you kicking and screaming to their private jet and fly all the way home, where yandere is.

You're in a dishevelled state, tears running down your cheeks as you struggle to free yourself from their grasps as they take you to yandere. And when yandere sees you... for the first time in months, his family sees the light return in his eyes as the yandere reaches out for you, scared that you're just his mind playing tricks. When he finally touches you, he is immeadiately pulling you into a hug, arms tightening around your body like a gilded cage as he cries into your shoulder and thanks his family for bringing you back. His family only smiles with tears in their eyes as they lock the door behind them when they leave, so that you don't go running away. Meanwhile, yandere has pulled you into his lap and he's looking at you with such sad eyes, staring at each feature of yours over and over again as if to memorise it all again. He can't help the tears that continue to slip out of his eyes, maybe he's crying that you're finally here, or maybe he's crying for all the time that's been lost when you weren't here. You fall asleep soon due to exhaustion, but yandere doesn't sleep a wink that night because he continues to stare at you and play with your hair very gently, finally closing his eyes when morning comes and he wraps his arms around you and traps your legs with his.

By now, you guys realise that the yandere's family is not only yandere for their son/brother/grandson but also for you. They are yandede for you too, but they're not allowing you to leave them or their son or even make him unhappy ever again. Some members are willing to let all you "tantrums" slide, while others are not so kind. BUT one thing is for sure, you're ALWAYS safe with yandere s/o, no matter what.

Now, for the characters I've had in kind for this scenario are:

Halim Mehmet Shah and the Shah Family (my ocs)

Dabi/Shotou and Todoroki clan (I am the OG creator of Yandere Todoroki Clan)

I wanna say Naoya or Toji but the Zenin clan hates them both....

Dick Grayson/Jason Todd and Batfam

What do you guys think?

Mood board for this scenario^^^(I love Pinterest)

[uplatterme]

Imagine Idol Aether where you fuck him backstage but you don’t let him cum so he just has to perform horny🤫

Also can I be 🦷 anon

—idol!aether/manager!reader, sub!aether/dom!reader | edging, mentions of exhibitionism | reader has a dick and penetrates, gets called sir

aether continues to pant, his body hugging yours.

his poofy white shorts lowered to his thighs, cum leaking from both of you.

his music continues to play from the stage, loud enough to be heard here in his dressing room.

“please.” he breathes.

he feels your hand caressing his back, the soft touch just making it unbearable. he wants to cry so badly, he needs it and you weren’t giving it to him.

“no tears. it’s too late to get your makeup retouched.” you warned.

“y-yes, sir.”

each thrust pleasurable but agonizing, but he’d rather have this than nothing.

“you like it, don’t you? hearing your fans excitedly cheer for you…meanwhile, you’re here getting dicked down by your manager.”

the idol hides his face on your shoulder.

“c-can’t help it…you make me feel so good.”

you bend him on his table, the mirror facing him as he gets pounded.

“i bet you’d love to be fucked on stage, hm?”

he doesn’t know how to answer to that. it was a thought that’s crossed his mind before, he doesn’t dare to lie.

the urge to pull on his golden locks was high but you decided against it, not wanting to ruin his hair.

besides, you were already ruining his bottom half.

“you just adore attention, don’t you? you think those fans of yours can’t see under your shorts whenever you dance?”

“you made me wear it…” he argued, his lips trembling from keeping every sound in his chest.

no moaning or screaming, you said. it’ll ruin his voice, you said.

and yet here you were dicking him down ruthlessly as if that won’t affect his dancing. he bites the bottom of his lips, his thighs are already shaking on their own.

“you act like i forced you into this. i gave you options, didn’t i? but you still chose this one.”

aether lets out a soft grunt as he feels your movements directly hitting that spot.

the idol looked drunk, he wanted to grip on something but he could do nothing but close his fists on top of the table.

“what is it? you want to show off to your fans that bad? or is it because that one boy group you like is attending today’s concert?”

aether shakes his head. “ngh…no. only you, i promise.”

a knock comes from the door. one of the staff reminding them that they had to go in five.

“good. after all, a pure and sweet idol should stay loyal to the one he loves. isn’t that right?”

“y-yes!” he yelps, feeling his stomach warming up with your cum.

once you pull out, he already feels his shorts getting fixed without even wiping the stains or cleaning him up first.

he’ll try his best to keep it in, just like as usual.

he can’t wait to finish this concert and just get dumbed down without any worries.

each step has him quivering despite his shoes being short-heeled, cum slowly leaking out of his briefs whenever his body shifts wrongly. each nerve of his body wanting to just pounce on you and cancel this event.

“do a good job.” you say.

aether smiles at you, an idol’s perfect smile. “you know i will.”

you chuckle, unable to resist messing his hair up now by patting his head.

“i’ll make sure to reward you good afterwards.”

…

a blush creeps up on aether’s face just imagining it.

he has got to stop you with all this teasing.

[bitchlessdino]

put it in writing (m)

In collaboration with @camandemstudios Pairing: college student!seungkwan x Fem!TA!reader Genre: humor, smut Word count: 7.8k tags: college au, TA x student dynamic, push-and-pull, mentions of TXT's soobin, mentions of Ryan Gosling, a lot of fucking lying, explicit content, unprotected sex, hair pulling, cream pies, oral, cum-consumption, pet names (baby, good boy), praise kink Summary: You keep things professional--as you should--even if one of your students is someone you hooked up with one night before the college semester started. Meanwhile, Boo Seungkwan is anything but honest--he's a writer after all--but if he is honest about one thing, it's about wanting to write a new story with you. a/n: thank you @highvern @sluttyminghao and @strxwberry-skiess for beta reading <3 (late note: I wanna thank @gyuswhore @highvern and @haologram for the brainstorming if I forgot to mention anyone I’m sorry. They’ve been a really big help and we’re super motivating and supportive the entire process I love yall 💕)

You don’t go out. Period. As simple as that.

Until tonight. 

Summer is almost over, and once it ends, you’ll be Professor Yoo’s newest TA. You've worked hard to get to this point and despite the inevitable late-night grading sessions, you expect the experience to be rewarding and maybe even inspirational. You’re sure this achievement would make your academic-forward parents proud. Their daughter, at the top of her class, brimming with excitement and potential, jobs coming in from left and right, all while on her way to...a Writing degree. 

The one downside: they didn’t believe a writing degree would lead to anything substantial. Not like Biomedical engineering or Accounting. The one degree worse than Art. You almost forgot that writing was useless in their eyes because who couldn’t just pick up a pen and paper to scribble some words down?

You down another cheap shot of tequila, muttering your grievances under your breath as your friends revel in the club's pulsating atmosphere. They are only mildly concerned with your drinking habits, accustomed to your tightly wound, studious nature. Typically, you are the one buried in textbooks, rarely venturing into the party scene. Yet tonight, you surprise them all with your ironclad liver, effortlessly downing shots without a hint of a stumble.

“You, okay?”

You scoff, taking yet another shot, “Really depends what that means. ‘Okay’ as in life or ‘okay’ as in financially, mentally, emotionally, sexually, and-slash-or physically fulfilled with proud parents that love me unconditionally?”

“Oh, boy.” Hyeri tries to tear you away from any more alcohol and lays you flat against the back of the leather booth, twisting the top of a water bottle before putting it on your lips. “Let's get you hydrated, hmm? Can’t have you hungover the next day. I’ll be the one you’re complaining to.”

“Suffer my consequences!”

“Of course, darling.”

Hyeri, your steadfast friend since high school and now a new TA from another university, is like a sister to you. She knows your every habit and inclination, no matter how shit-faced you decide to get. “Don’t look, but there’s supple skin, high cheekbones, and a pretty smile looking directly at you.”

You subtly fix your gaze and accidentally meet the young man’s eyes as he nurses a highball glass between his lips. His eyes narrow back at you with interest. You muse back at him, mimicking his action with the water bottle in your grasp. As you drink with your eyes glued on his expression, the water passes over your lips, with the excess trickling suggestively down your chin and neck, your skin glistening in its sheen.

His lips part, dropping in a smug smile–and my, was it prettier than anticipated–and tilt his head as if quietly beckoning you closer. 

“I’m going over there.” 

Before you could get up from your booth, Hyeri is there to immediately tug you back down, eyes full of concern. “Are you sure, hon? You had quite a bit to drink.”

Your eyes crease as you smile back at her reassuringly. “I’ll be fine.”

“He looks young, he probably doesn't even know what a 401k is.”

“Do any of us?” You leave off before striding in the direction of the pretty boy, who still can’t keep his eyes off you.

You weave through the sea of sweaty bodies, sidestepping spilled drinks and the pulsating lights of the dance floor, your eyes locked on him. His gaze trails you with every step, a flicker of anticipation in his eyes, speaking to you like an incantation. When you finally reach his feet, the distance closing with each heartbeat, his smile grows wider, more inviting. The moment your legs brush against the softness of his leather couch, he leans to maintain your locked gaze, a now more playful glint in his eyes. Your smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “Is this seat taken?”

“Only by you if anyone else asks,” he smoothly responds.

You gently lower yourself beside him, lifting one leg to cross it over the other, feeling the cool leather beneath you. His eyes follow your every movement, lingering on the curve of your thigh as it presses against the other. You lean in slightly, your curiosity evident in the arch of your brow. “Why all alone? With a face as pretty as yours, I’d expect someone to be all over you by now.”

He shifts his body toward you, his eyes drinking in your appearance, savoring every detail from the whip of your hair and to glitter on your legs. Meanwhile, the subtle spicy sweet scent of his cologne mingles with the ambient aromas of the club, and you can’t even breathe the air without the desire to jump his bones. Especially one in particular.

He regains his smile, a slow, confident curve of his lips, and extends a hand toward you. “I could say the same for you. I’m Seungkwan.”

You take his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch and the gentle caress of his thumb against your knuckles. With a graceful nod, you gave him a firm handshake. You return the gesture by introducing yourself, your voice smooth and inviting, matching the rhythm of the music that pulses around you, and that seems to only grow his interest. “What a pretty name. You’ve been here long?”

“Just long enough,” you say, your voice carrying a playful challenge.

“What is it that someone like you does to want to let loose in a place like this?”

“Mmh, I don’t know. It really depends on how much you’re willing to share,” you reply, narrowing your eyes and taking in that body begging to be undressed.

“Well, if you must know, I work somewhere…uncommon,” he says, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

You lean in too, resting your elbow on the back of the couch and propping your chin on your hand, your fingers lightly brushing your lips. “Do tell, Seungkwan.”

“Don’t be surprised, but I’m a bit of a big deal, especially around here,” he brags.

You raise an eyebrow, ready to bite. “That’s very vague. Mind elaborating?”

He briefly shifts his eyes to glance around the room, the smile never leaving his lips. He leans in closer, his breath warm and tickling against your ear, making it burn. “Just know I know the ins and outs of this club,” he whispers, his voice a tantalizing murmur. “Some information you might find even surprising that no one else knows.”

You pull back slightly, your eyes locking onto his, a spark of intrigue dancing between you. “Sounds like you’ve got some secrets,” you murmur, your voice low and rich. You reach for his drink from the table in front of you, your fingers brushing against his thigh for balance as you lift the glass to your lips. You take a slow, deliberate sip, not minding that its rim has touched a stranger's lips. “How sketchy,” you dare insult with a playful glint in your eye as you set the glass back down.

“Care to find out?”

“What part of ‘ sketchy’ did you not understand?” You softly laugh.

“I promise it’s harmless,” his voice brimming with mischief, poking the inside of his cheek playfully. “Or at least, you’d have a little fun.”

You hum amused. “Define fun.”

He takes you by the hand, his touch firm yet gentle, leading you away from the pulsating dance floor to a secluded corner of the club. The music echoes softly in the background, its bass reverberating through the walls. You follow him through a maze of dimly lit corridors and alcoves, catching glimpses of other partygoers lost in their own worlds.

The air changes as you enter an empty private space, cooler and quieter than the crowded main room. Your eyes fall on a single secluded corner with windows going ceiling to floor, flooding the room with skylight. The faint scent of his cologne lingers in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of alcohol and the crisp air of a cracked open window too high to reach.

As you settle into a seat in front of the windows, you observe the city through the crystal clear glass, drinking in the scene of small tables adorned with flickering candles, and erotic artwork adorning the walls. The music from the main floor is muted here like the world behind closed doors fell silent for this moment, and only you two are left in the room to bask in it. If temptation was room, this had to be it.

There’s a subtle shift in his eyes, a flicker of something unreadable—resembling pride—before they revert back to his calm suavity. He assumes the seat next to you on the plush velvet couch tucked into a private nook that touches the light of the stars. The soft glow of ambient lights casts a warm, intimate ambiance around you, contrasting with the pulsating beats of the club music that drifts in from the main floor.

“It’s a V.V.I.P area,” Seungkwan explains in a low voice, “Some of the employees don’t even know it exists.”

“But someone like you does?” you inquire, your voice tinged with intrigue.

He shrugs nonchalantly, a hint of pride evident in his demeanor as his body dipped into the leather. “I have my way around here.”

“Really?” you tease, growing slowly more convinced.

Seungkwan meets your gaze with a playful grin. “I obviously can’t tell you everything,” he says, his tone brimming with mischief. “Just know that I’m involved in ways that keep this place running smoothly. The club would die without me.”

You chuckle softly, savoring his playful confidence, and leaning against the cushions, head turned to him. “What can you tell me?” you ask, your voice growing softer. Your finger traces a teasing path down the collar of his shirt, undoing a button with deliberate slowness. “Humor me,” you exhale, your breath brushing against his ear and your gaze locked with his.

You can hear his breath hitch, and finally, you have him right where you want him. He fixes on the way your legs cross, tracing the curve of your calf up to where they disappear under the hem of your skirt. He seems momentarily captivated by the subtle movement of your flesh as they collide against each other, giving hardly any brain capacity to cumulate words.

You notice the furrow of his brow, a slight tilt of his head—as if he were mentally dissecting his thoughts. The dim lighting cast shadows across his face, highlighting the intensity in his eyes tried to regain clarity. You can almost visualize the gears turning in his mind, each cog clicking into place as he forms a coherent story, if any.

Each word comes out in complete shambles and he is saying more nothing than anything. Whatever the truth is at this point, you don’t care. Seungkwan is just too cute to pass up.

The clearing of his throat tells you he’s finished, the tilt of his smile growing less confident and more anxious as your weight pushes against his chest. He tries to come back from his stumble, picking off strands of hair in front of your face and playing with their ends before changing the subject. “Now tell me your work. What is so amazing that you do?”

“I’m—“ a teacher’s aid in massive debt on their way to graduating with potentially a useless degree neither of their parents is proud of because, although you love it,  you’re too proud to say otherwise, “—a indie movie producer with one of the films up for a reward. Super lowkey right now, but…we got Gosling.” You shrug, impressed with your own lies. “So, things are looking up.”

“That’s quite impressive.” he hums, intrigued and interested in hearing about more. “Is he as nice in real life as he is in interviews?”

“Ryan’s got a screw or two loose, but pretty okay guy. At least not into Scientology or anything.”

“Interesting,” He gaze dips towards you, being drawn to you immensely, if not locking eyes with you, scanning over your features, particularly your lips that wished to be claimed. “You call all big-name celebrities by their first name?”

You shrug, the lying coming more and more naturally than anticipated. “Only the ones I’m close with.”

His palm hugs the curve of your cheek, thumb softly brushing against your bottom lip. “I wonder what getting close to you entails.”

“Are you planning on finding out?”

You give each other a long look, one that keeps waiting and ushering the other until your lips decidedly crash into his. His lips part, making way for your presence, the heat of the kiss flushing your skin and pleased shivers running throughout your entire body. Your breath hitches when you feel his teeth pulling your flesh and a soft sigh escapes his lips before his hand creeps behind your head and muffles a moan that neither were sure from who.

You lift your body from the couch, chasing his pace, and pull him closer, kissing him deeper with all your might. You crawl over his lap, straddling his hips, hands in his hair, breath on his skin. Your chest tightens as he presses you closer by the small of your back, to which you gasp as you part from his lips.

He finds your gaze, his round and glistening eyes meeting yours in soft urgency. “You okay? Something wrong?”

You shake your head, palm clasped against your burning face. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

He lets out an amused scoff. “Keep up, Miss producer.”

Your lips reconnect, and fireworks play in your like it’s the fourth of July. Popping and popping. Your lip lock only intensifies as your tongues brush against one another, entangling deeper and soon you realize Seungkwan wasn’t one just to kiss with his lips. 

You ball his clothes in fists when his hands use your hips, running them over his lap, the friction so tantalizing you could hear temptation like a devil on your shoulder. You let him take you, moving towards him replicating crashing waves against sand. Loud. Harsh. Seamless.

Clothes come off soon after, starting with the delicate unbuttoning of Seungkwan’s silk top–donning the torso of one fond of sports and sprayed in excitable perspiration–before then he levers you up and slides slacks down his thighs hurriedly. His bare legs crushed underneath yours, you readily pull up your dress, bunching at your waist as feel him unzip the back, the metal chill against your spine.

“Fuck,” he softly mutters, eagerly digging his fingers in your exposed flesh and whimpering against your kiss. “Don’t hold back with me.”

“Hold back?” you repeat with a chuckle, your fingers that threaded through his hair pulling his head back, angling his head so that he was forced to look up at you in what currently looks to be in awe. “You don’t have to worry about that with me.”

“Shit stirrer, huh? I guess that’s why you’re the one handling production.”

Your lips begin to trail down his jaw, front teeth nipping his skin. “Real question is, would you let me handle yours?”

“I’d let you do anything to me,” he mumbles, earnest in every word, every inch of his body vibrating off yours, including the hardening presence between his legs pressing against your stomach. “Just don’t stop.”

Your dress abandoned on the floor, Seungkwan claiming your tits in either hand, kneading them between his fingers as he’s rolling his hips against your plush flesh and feeling your radiating core slide against his shaft. He involuntarily moans through a bitten bottom lip, imagining you ride him just like this until the end of time, thinking he could cum from this alone until he feels you move the tip of his size towards your entrance. “Oh god,” he gives out, the head of his cock readily grazing over your slit, quickly pleased. “So fucking wet. Fuck…”

“I want you inside me,” you admit, not bothering to subdue your desires. “I want to put you inside me and make me feel every inch of you.”

“Fuck…me…” he presses into your skin flushed against one another, lips curled downward in impatience, gripping your full thighs to either of his sides. “I wanna fuck you so bad. Please give yourself to me.”

“You promise you’ll handle it like a good boy?” You tease, pushing his tip only a centimeter deeper.

“Please, please, anything. I just wanna feel that pussy choke me please.” He begs.

Your hand clamps against the couch enthusiastically, “Fuck you’re so needy. That’s so hot.” Gingerly, you reward his pleas, feeling his raw length make contact with your contracting walls, squeezing around his girth and making Seungkwan flip his eyes before he starts guiding your hips.

“Fuck that’s so good, baby.”

You lightly scoff. “Baby? A little soon don’t you think?”

“Thought we found some common ground when you decided for me to fuck you. My mistake,” he chides.

You catch a tendril of his hair between your fingers, “Maybe it’s how you fuck me that grants you such a term of endearment.”

“Better up my game then.” He lifts you up, tangling your legs around his waist before he pushes you on your back, swiftly slamming his hips against you.

Your head crashes deep into the leather, the musky scent of sex now invading your nose as you drown in heat. “Shit.”

“Making sure I get the advantage.” He folds forward to press against you, your breasts back in his hands before his lips wrap around a nipple, his tongue attacking your sensitivity before he inevitably sucks. He leaves you in an ache, your hips thrusting back into him conveniently in time for him to regain his rhythm.

“S-Seungkwan…”

His moan vibrates against your skin, teeth pulling your nipple as he thrusts deeper, grazing your deep end just perfectly not enough. Fucking tease.

You whine beneath him, squirming. Your legs tighten around him, attempting to make friction, and finding a growl in your throat as a hand of Seungkwan’s squeezes your behind. A whole ass cheek in the clutches of his well-groomed hands, squeezing and memorizing its swell, while he’s splitting you in half to deduce you to a bumbling horny mess.

“Where have you been all my life?” He mumbles with glee.

You clench your fists behind him as he heightens his pace, melting into the tender assault of his lips that burn your skin and silence your voice. He ruts into you deeper, pounding away his frustrations and when he makes it known he’s found your spot, you make it clear as day.

“Oh god,” you groan, gripping him tighter. Your jaw drops slack, silent screams coming out of you, and you cling to him like in desperation to maintain that high as you claw against his broad back.

“That’s so good. Is it right there, am I hitting your spot, baby?” he asks with an exhausted grin.

You nod, softly pleading for more, and he generously grants. In an attempt to intensify your core’s pleasure, his hand cups just above your slit, fingers finding your blossoming bud. Your breath is shot, feeling the caress of his thumb press down before rubbing your arousal around your clit. Your hips thrust into his touch, gripping him by the shoulders, feeling your combined sweat drip from your sides and squeaking against the couch fabric.

“Oh my god, oh my god…” You can’t control it anymore. Seungkwan isn’t just pushing you past the edge, he's shoving you off.

“Like that, baby. Yes, what good girl cumming all over my cock,” he sweetly praises.

You reach him by the back of his head and propel him forward, colliding lips in a fervent liplock. Your moans drowned between one another, your climax coming in tenfold as he didn’t for a second stop, even well after you came. 

Yet, it isn’t enough. Seungkwan shifts and tugs your legs to border his torso. He lifts himself from the ground, his feet flat, shutting your legs tight, having the sweat of your thighs chafe against another unsettlingly. It then becomes completely overlooked with his hips, his cock starts pushing in and out of you, and folding himself into you with your closed legs as your pussy choked around his cock. Your walls pulsating around him, hot and lush, he death grips your body and watches your flesh recoil back against him deliciously. 

“Fucking shit,” he groans, plunging deeper as your cries moisten your cheeks and he brings you to a foreign level of ecstasy. 

His release from what you can tell is thick, warm, and inviting. Your legs find a mind of their own when they decide to lock the stranger in place, feel every ounce of pure pleasure shooting down inside you, coating you in your collaborative efforts, and residing peacefully deep, deep in your sore heat. 

Your lover collapses against you, eyes barely managing to open as he guides your bodies in a more comfortable position, his cum and cock still inside you. 

He’s softly pant, red on every inch of his face, residual from his raging orgasm and…fluster? “I…I don’t usually—“

“I don’t mind,” you gently reassure, brushing away the sweat-soaked hair from his forehead. “I wanted that to happen.”

“But what if—“

“It’s nothing you have to worry about,” you hint and fortunately he gets the clue, cuddling up to you closer.

“Good.” He nods, sounding off in relief.

You play with his ear, thumbing over the flaming red tip. “That was really good.”

The boy can’t help but grin, “I make good on my promises…and if you want, we can do it again.”

Your movement stops. “Oh.” Now you’re panicking. “I don’t think we should.”

His cock slips out of you with ease at your confession, both flaccid and disappointed as cum drips down the leather. “Why not? I thought you liked it.”

You begin sitting up, taking Seungkwan with you. “Of course I do! It’s just…my schedule doesn’t allow me to date—let alone see people outside of work—so, this wouldn’t work.” You offer him an apologetic pat on the back, feeling the muscles pulse against you before you regretfully pull away. “This is actually my last night in town, I was gonna leave soon for another shoot…but this was wonderful.”

You cup his cheek, flushed red and soft as can be, and kiss its fullness, letting your lips linger. “I’m so sorry.” For absolutely lying about everything about me when you gave me the most incredible orgasm I’ve had in centuries and to myself for cutting lose the hottest fucking man fiction and nonfiction you’ve ever fucking met.

“No, I get it,” he answers, a hint of sorrow in his gaze. “You got things going for you. That’s ok. Just let me know when you’re in town, hmm? We can get together again, maybe?”

His sense of hope is admirable, something you saw in yourself a few years ago before the toppling towers of crippling debt fell on you. “I don’t think so, handsome.”

He sighs. “Alright. I get it.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head with a knowing smile. “Don’t be.”

“You ended my vacation the best way you could’ve,” you egg on, “Couldn’t have ended my last night in town any better.”

“Yeah?” He chuckles, finally a light flickering back in his eyes. “Then maybe I can give you a parting gift.”

You raise an eyebrow, following his figure leaving your body and find his knees back in the ground and between your legs, “Seungkwan?”

“Can’t have you leave a mess.” His hand glides over your thighs, gaze flickering from you and your cunt oozing in cum, and his full lips kissing your inner thigh, tingling legs and garnering goosebumps down your shins.

“Are you actually—“

His tongue scraps on the skin just next to your lips, a mixture of your climax settling on his tongue, and you mewl at the sight. He kneads your flesh, his moans tickling your skin and admiring it how he knew how: worship.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His fingers play against your sensitive folds, tension pressed on your clit. “You’re everything I could want…tasting you and pleasing you is the least I could do.”

His mouth wrapped around your lips before sucking, tongue parting what’s between, and sighing at the harmonious flavor dancing inside his mouth. Your worn walls contract around him, it feeds his desire as he pushes his face deeper inside you, and melts at your hands finding hair in soft strokes. 

Your voice aches for another release. The sensation of his jaw locking and nodding in your heat as his tongue fucks his cum back inside you drives you to up a wall. You squirm the faster he flicks his tongue, legs pulling back and forward, overwhelmed by Seungkwan’s mouth until he holds either one at either side, locking it around his neck.

His eyes ooze with determination and his face falls from color. The compromising position he put himself in is not one free consequence, but for the last single of the most greatest fuck of his life, losing a bit of oxygen was worth it, and his efforts are soon proven.

When you cum this time on his tongue, Seungkwan has never tasted anything sweeter, or rather bittersweet knowing this would be the last he’d get the chance to. He’s tasting you, savoring you, worshiping you. From the scent of your body, to the face you make, from what you feed him. If he knew how impossibly decadent you just were–only for you to leave–maybe he wouldn’t have done this. Or maybe he would.

Reluctantly, Seungkwan breaks apart from your lips to reconnect with another. One last shared, heated breath of this spontaneous exchange. One that he’d remember for a long time, and think about over long nights. Tenderly, your foreheads are the ones to kiss in a silent farewell, sad smiles on both your faces.

“Thank you…for reminding me what it feels like to live my own life.”

The pretty boy softly scoffs, kissing you once more, the tingle his lips lingering on yours. “Make your stories magical as you’ve made my night. Take care, Miss Producer.”

You quickly get dressed before the sexy stranger pulls you right back in his trace and you drag your friend and club attendee all the way back home, giving you the pleasure of finally resting in bed, body still aching from the sweltering sex hours ago. Sadly, without the warm body you enjoyed so much tonight. He made a lasting impression on you and you hope maybe one day on better circumstances you’ll meet again and the lie may someday be true. If you’re so lucky.

Eventually, summer takes its final laps and you’re entering the college semester and start working closely with the professor you’re aiding. The matter that your life is slowly being sucked away becomes more real the longer you look at his lesson plan and although you love writing, you know you’re about to dread the long evenings of paperwork to come. 

The first day of being a TA: get in the building by the car you have barely hanging on, meet with the professor, get in lectures and “TA”, skim through your new work for graduate classes, and sadly eat your late lunch/dinner alone because you know the ziplock of trail mix marinating in your backpack would not be enough. That’s the plan. Easy to follow.

Students start trickling into the classroom about twenty minutes before actual lecture time, some with nervous faces and excited expressions. Then a few minutes before the lecture starts, hoards of students are coming through, the classroom getting louder and louder as there is not enough space for white noise. You feel your heart beating increasingly–admittedly more nervous than anticipated–finding yourself focused on papers to avoid eyes with the other students until you can’t anymore.

With over 100 students, you start to feel like an imposter, a kid playing dress-up in her mom’s closet. Normally, you're not one to get nervous on the first day, but being a teacher’s assistant makes this situation different. You’re terrified of screwing up, whether it’s a big mistake or a small one. You tell yourself you need to get out of your head.

When roll call becomes necessary, the professor hands you the clipboard, forcing you to introduce yourself and make your presence known. Your hands tremble from natural nerves as you call out the names on the list, doing your best to pronounce each one clearly and coherently. Then your gaze lands on a name all too familiar, one that’s been on the tip of your tongue before. You can’t help but look up, eager to hear the voice that responds.

He stares at you, a look of pleasant surprise on his face, his lips curling up at the corners as his eyes gleam with intrigue—just like that night before.

You clear your throat, quickly averting your gaze, and resume roll call. You decide right then to ignore him for the rest of the day, the semester, and possibly the rest of your college career, if you can help it.

When you finish, you don’t dare look up again, telling yourself it’s because it’s the first day. You’ve done everything you needed to do for now.

As the lecture wraps up, it’s time to leave. The professor dismisses the class and exits the room, leaving you to pick up the pieces and answer any lingering questions from students. You just hope this particular student isn’t one of them.

“I had a question, Miss LN.”

You’re reminded that hope is just another word for wishful thinking. You don’t need to look up to know who it is. His voice is already etched into your memory, feeding the part of you that wants to respond, and you clench your thighs at the memory.

“Sure, what… um, what is it?” you respond, still not looking up.

“It’s about the syllabus. I was hoping we could discuss it in private?” His tone carries a hint of something familiar, something that doesn’t belong between a student and a teacher’s assistant.

“The syllabus is pretty self-explanatory,” you reply, trying to keep your voice neutral, though your pulse quickens.

“But I wanted to ask, just in case I misinterpreted anything.”

You make a show of straightening the papers on your desk, the crisp shuffle loud enough to make it clear you’re not amused. “You're a writing major. I’m sure you understand everything just fine.”

“It wouldn’t hurt to check,” he says, a casual shrug masking the intent behind his words.

You sigh, knowing you won’t easily shake him off. Finally, you meet his gaze, catching the anticipation simmering in his eyes. With a resigned breath, you gather your belongings and stand. “Fine, follow me.”

As you lead him to a tucked-away corner, your footsteps echo in the quiet hallway. You glance around to ensure there are no prying eyes before stopping. He waits until you’re both out of sight before speaking, his voice lowering in that familiar way that sends a shiver down your spine. “So, how’s the indie film coming along, Miss Producer?”

Your arms cross instinctively, a barrier against the playful look on his face. His eyes sparkle with amusement, as if this is all a game to him. As if your college career and your career career didn’t hang on the very balance of this conversation and your history. “Very funny,” you reply, glaring at him. “Just two big liars caught in their own webs of lies. How serendipitous.”

He chuckles softly, the sound unnervingly familiar and instinctively arousing. “I know why I lied, but why did you?”

You plant a hand to your chest defensively. “Excuse me, I never anticipated seeing you ever again. It’s natural I’d lie—wait, why did you lie?”

“To get laid. Duh.” He answers as if it was the obvious thing in the world.

You roll your eyes, back knocking against the wall behind you. “Of course, fucking dumbass college boys.”

“You fell for it, so who’s the dumbass now?”

“Still you? Were you even drinking age?”

“Uh, yes that’s how I got in, otherwise they never would’ve let me in.”

Your palm runs over your face in embarrassment, cringing for long nights of thinking of your student of all fucking people. “I fucking knew you didn’t own the Gemstone.”

“Yet, you fucked me anyway.”

You rush towards him, your breath catching as you pin your fingers in front of your lips and hiss, “Will you shut your mouth?”

He crosses his arms, leaning back against the wall, a smug smile playing on his lips. “Why? You’re a TA, not a professor.It’s perfectly kosher.”

“It’s still highly frowned upon to fraternize in that manner, regardless of whether I’m a TA or a professor. I grade your fucking papers,” you shoot back, your eyes narrowing as the frustration rises in your chest.

He just shrugs, that infuriating grin never leaving his face. “Hey, if it gets me a good grade…”

“Or watch me fucking fail you,” you snap, stepping even closer, your voice low and dangerous. “Don’t you ever speak a word about that night again, got it?”

His smile falters slightly, but he quickly recovers, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, geez.”

“Good.”

But he can’t resist one last jab, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “My lips—and pants—are sealed.”

“Seungkwan!” You hiss his name, barely keeping your voice down, your cheeks flushing with a mix of anger and something else you refuse to acknowledge.

He chuckles, clearly enjoying himself. “Oh, it’s been a while since you screamed my name.”

You grit your teeth and speak through harsh whispers, your patience wearing thin. 

“I will drop-kick you if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

He grins wider, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leans in just a fraction. “Like I said, I keep my promises. See you on Wednesday, Miss TA.”

With that, he turns and walks away, leaving you standing there, seething, the echo of his footsteps fading down the hallway. The air still buzzes with the tension between you, and you take a moment to collect yourself before heading back, wondering how you’re going to survive the rest of the semester with him in your class. If all your encounters are like this, you might as well quit now.

As expected, that initial confrontation isn’t the last you see of Seungkwan. While being your student, your forced interactions have become a bit of a spectacle among other students, especially considering Seungkwan stares back at you every lecture like you’re the only two people in the room. His routine of pestering during and after lectures has become something his peers have look forward to and you wonder if this kind of thing is normal for a teacher’s assistant.

It seems to have stirred up varying opinions, even among students from other classes—ones far removed from your department, who typically wouldn’t give a second thought to your work. The rumors have even reached the ears of other TAs, the ones you’ve built strong camaraderie with, turning casual conversations into whispered speculations. Some of those speculations have been harmless, fueled by curiosity and mild intrigue. But others? They’ve taken on more confrontational, and their tense gazes have you questioning just how far these rumors have gone.

But is it really a rumor if its all true?

"So, you and that Seungkwan kid, what's that about?"

You give a grand sigh, the weight of your colleague's curiosity pressing down on you as he peers at you, eyes alight with nosy mischief. His intent is clear—he's fishing for details about your relationship with one of your many students. But Seungkwan is different. Far different, even if you’d never admit that aloud knowing how your reputation would stand.

"Really not your business, bud," you reply, trying to keep your tone light, though it’s hard to miss the edge beneath your words.

Your colleague, Soobin, raises an eyebrow, completely unfazed by your attempt to shut him down. "Funny enough, I’m in the business of making things my business."

You scoff, fingers curling tightly around the handle of your freshly brewed coffee, the warmth of the cup your only source of comfort in this conversation. The rich aroma wafts up, offering a brief distraction. "He's my student, obviously, and he’s going to stay that way."

The words come out sharper than intended, the finality of your tone surprising even you. You take a long sip of the coffee, letting the bitterness anchor you. This conversation is tiptoeing too close to a line you’re not ready to cross.

Soobin raises his hands in mock surrender, though there’s a knowing glint in his eyes. "Okay, okay. No need to be so defensive. Good thing you’re keeping it professional."

"I know that. Why are you mansplaining, Soobin? Don’t you have work to do?"

"Of course. Just wanted to point out—it’d be a real problem if you did."

"Uh, yeah. Obviously."

"Good."

"Good."

"I just wouldn’t want to lose anything over it."

You narrow your eyes at him. "What now?"

He hesitates before continuing, grinning sheepishly. "Okay, okay. There might be a bet going around about whether or not you and that kid sleep together again."

"What the—again? Again? What are you talking about?" You gape at him, incredulity painting your features as you struggle to process his words.

"Oh, come on, don’t play dumb," Soobin says with an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes. "Everyone knows."

You blink, your mind racing to catch up. "…Everyone?"

"Everyone." He nods emphatically, the corners of his mouth twitching as he takes in your stunned reaction.

Your face falls, and you run a hand through your hair in frustration, your shoulders slumping. "Well, fuck." The words escape you like a dismayed exhale, your voice tinged with disbelief.

"And I bet that you wouldn’t. At least, not until the end of the semester."

"You bet  money on me?" You’re seething, anger now directed at him.

"Not money," Soobin says quickly, raising his hands in a defensive gesture, as if to ward off any further criticism. He leans in slightly, his tone taking on a pleading edge. "But seriously, just don’t do it, okay? Be a good TA and a good friend. Don’t sleep with the boy. Just... don't."

You glare at him, incredulous. "I oughta do it just to make you lose."

"Please don’t! It wasn’t money I bet!"

You narrow your eyes further. "What did you bet, then?"

Soobin shifts uncomfortably. "Just... test answers."

"Soobin."

"Please! Just help me win this. I’m begging you!" Soobin’s voice is desperate, his eyes wide and pleading.

“You could jeopardize your scholarships with this kind of bet.”

“So don’t let me lose this one!” His frustration is palpable, his hands clasped together as if in prayer.

“I could just hit you,” you threaten, though the words come out more resigned than menacing.

“But I’m so lovely. Don’t you think?” Soobin’s attempt at levity falls flat, his forced grin barely concealing his anxiety.

“Soobin, this is seriously messed up.”

He continues, undeterred, “The money I could win could buy me a new apartment to rent out. I’d finally be able to move off-campus.”

“This is so fucked up,” you mutter, shaking your head in disbelief.

“I know, I’m literally on my knees here, dude,” Soobin says, lowering himself as if pleading for mercy.

You run a hand through your hair, trying to stave off the growing irritation. “Fine, damn it. Okay. I hope you’ve fucking learned your lesson and won’t pull this kind of stunt again.”

You meet his gaze head-on, your patience visibly thinning. "Are we done here?"

He nods vigorously, a small, almost imperceptible smile of relief tugging at the corners of his lips. "Of course."

As Soobin walks away, you watch him go, the remnants of the conversation hanging in the air like the fading scent of coffee. You take another sip of your drink, this time more deliberately, letting the warmth seep into you. You try to channel your remaining energy into something productive, determined to salvage what’s left of your day. The knowledge of the bet and the weight of your friend’s reputation hanging in the balance makes every decision weigh heavy on your shoulders.

Despite the sprawling campus and the vast number of students, gossip is as vibrant and pervasive as ever. Seungkwan doesn’t help matters, especially with the frequent discussions you’re having about his late assignments. No matter how stern and resolute your tone becomes, he meets you with a gaze that’s both wistful and enigmatic. His eyes, filled with a mix of wonder and intrigue, follow your every movement. They start by meeting yours directly, then drift downward, lingering on your face, then lower, then lower, and finally–

"Are you paying attention, Seungkwan? Or am I going to have to talk to Professor Yoon about you finally dropping the class?"

Seungkwan leans against the auditorium chairs, averting his attention to the sharp expression on your face, a smug smile tugging at his lips. "No, nothing of the sort, Miss TA. Please, continue to lecture me about what an awful student I am."

Your eyes narrow as you cross your arms, forward on your desk, tapping your foot with growing impatience as you shuffle through to gather your belongings. "I will—and starting where your assignments have been showing up several days late. I can’t keep making exceptions for you."

"Why not? You’re so good at making me feel special," he teases, head tilted, his voice dripping with a sultry sarcasm.

Your patience snaps as you sharply tap the stack of aligned papers on the desk, the sound echoing through the room. "Stop it, will you? Your grade is sinking fast, and at this rate, you’ll be repeating the class."

He shrugs, that maddening grin still in place. "Would that really be so bad? You’d get a whole new semester with me."

You scoff, standing upright, pacing a few steps as frustration simmers just beneath the surface. "Are you seriously going to waste your tuition money just to fail? At least pretend to make an effort. Chatgpt exists for students like you I’m assuming."

He tilts his head slightly, eyes gleaming with mischief. "If only someone wasn’t so distracting, maybe I could. You’d understand, Miss TA."

You stop mid-step, spinning to face him, your voice sharp. "Enough. And stop calling me that—it’s like you get off on it."

"Oh, I do." The playful tone in his voice is laced with something else now, something heavier.

Your jaw clenches, heat rising to your face, thighs sealed against one another.. "Your assignments. On time. By the end of this week, or I’ll recommend to Professor Yoon that you drop the class."

"Fine," he mutters, his tone nonchalant, the smirk still lingering lazily on his lips as he halfheartedly stuffs his books into his bag. His movements are careless, and a few sheets of notebook paper slip out, drifting lazily to the floor without him even noticing.

You sigh, bending down to pick them up. As you straighten, your eyes unintentionally flick over the handwritten lines—only for something to catch your attention. You freeze, blinking at the words on the page. "What the...?"

Seungkwan’s demeanor changes in an instant. His eyes widen, and he lunges forward, panic flashing across his face. "Don’t read that!" His voice is more urgent, almost desperate.

But you dodge his grasp, holding the paper just out of reach, your brow furrowing. "What is this? And why is it actually... interesting?"

"Give it back," he says, his tone softer, pleading now. 

"Why don’t you put this much effort into your assignments?" you ask, glancing up at him, your curiosity overtaking your frustration.

Before you can react, Seungkwan steps closer, his movements more deliberate this time. He snatches the paper from your hands, but his proximity catches you off guard. He’s standing close—too close—backing you into the edge of your desk. His face is flushed, his breath coming in shallow bursts, and you can see the embarrassment in his narrowed eyes, the tips of his ears burning red.

Your heart stutters in your chest, your breath hitching as the space between you seems to shrink. The air feels thick, charged with something you know too fucking well. For a moment, neither of you moves, your eyes locked like you’re frozen. You’re acutely aware of every small detail—the way his fingers clutch the paper tightly, how his chest rises and falls with each breath, the warmth radiating from him as he towers just slightly over you.

Suddenly, he stumbles, his foot catching on the leg of the desk, and you gasp as his weight nearly knocks you backward. Your hands shoot out, gripping the edge of the desk to steady yourself. Your glasses slip down your nose as you blink up at him, your pulse quickening, his face inches from yours.

"Sorry," Seungkwan mutters, quickly pulling away, flustered as he hurriedly gathers the fallen papers, stuffing them into his bag. "I’ll do the assignments. Just... don’t fail me. And don’t repeat whatever you think you read."

Without waiting for your reply, he storms out of the room, leaving you standing there, your chest heaving, the ghost of his presence lingering in the suddenly too-quiet space.

You try to steady your breath, ignoring how ragged it had become, and the unsettling way your blood pulsed—not just through your heart, but in places you'd rather not acknowledge. You forcefully push those thoughts aside, desperate for any distraction. Tonight, that distraction would be class assignments.

With an iced coffee marinating at the corner of your office desk, the papers in front of you blur as his face flashes through your head. You can’t help but recall the way his lips looked—full and slightly parted, the way his eyes gleamed with a mix of defiance and something else entirely. And the warmth of him—how heavy and undeniably right he felt as he leaned over you, his presence lingering even after he was gone.

You shake your head, determined to refocus on grading, gripping the red pen a little tighter. But your mind drifts again, this time to the words you’d glimpsed on that crumpled page. The writing had a familiarity to it, something deeply personal that tugged at the corners of your mind. Reminding you of how much you remembered that night. Specifically how good that night felt.

‘Her whispers, haunting, breath heavy. She gazes at me with eyes full of want, strands of hair falling over her forehead, tantalizing and wild. Her cheek is warm beneath my hand as I pull her closer, our lips meeting, tasting the sweetness of something long desired but never claimed. For this night, she is mine—even if it's only for this night alone.’

Your cheeks flush as the memory hits, the realization settling in with a mix of shock and something you can't quite name. The words were unmistakable—vivid, intimate, dripping with a desire that mirrored the tension between you two. You recognized the inspiration behind them immediately.

He’s writing his own fanfiction. And it’s about you.

Suddenly, you’re not so much thinking about the bet Soonbin warned you about.

[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 37 || The Priceless Gift

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language & more fluff.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 5.3k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——REMEMBER WHEN YOU ASKED YOURSElF if your feelings for Choso were fading? Remember how you thought for a moment you were actually falling for Gojo Satoru, the same man who blackmailed you? Yeah, maybe you were just a bit confused.

Choso's calming voice echoed through your ears and you felt like you were about to cry tears of joy. You wouldn't say you were head over heels for the man but given the fact that you just received such a heartfelt gift from Gojo and now Choso was speaking to you for the first time in about two months...

There were a lot of emotions fluttering around in your heart. You were so fucking conflicted. Even though, your decision should be easy, right? Gojo blackmailed you and Choso treated you perfectly, why are you finding difficulty in choosing who you should settle your heart on?

Why do you want them both in the first place? Is it because you know there's something about the blackmailing situation that Gojo's not telling you and that whatever it is, you know it'll change how you feel? Not to mention, you can't just ignore all of Gojo's poetic confessions.

He called you his eternity.

Meanwhile, Choso hasn't sent even so much as a text in two whole months. You can't be upset with him for it because you understood how hard it was for the man to spend time with you amid the uncertainty you brought but even so, a text every now and then would've been nice.

"Is that okay?" Choso suddenly asked, breaking you from your thoughts, "Is it possible for me to see you today?"

"U-Uhm," You swallow. Your hands were shaking so badly. When did your anxiety get this bad? All of your nerves were everywhere and your heart was throbbing. "Give me a s-second, Choso. Please?"

You hear him sigh softly, "Take as long as you need, angel."

Your eyes shot up to the ceiling as you smiled at his words yet again. After a moment of blushing you nodded, "I'll be right back." You told him.

Choso hummed, "Alright."

With that, you carefully placed the phone on mute and then rushed back to the living room. A new movie was on the TV and the trio seemed to be decently into it. Well, with the exception of Gojo who turned his head as soon as you popped around the corner.

His eyes met yours and both of you sent each other a look. Before you could get anything out, the man mouthed out his words to you, "Just go."

Your brows furrowed. How did he even know you were about to ask them if it was okay to leave? Did he set this up? You do remember Gojo mentioning that you should try talking to Choso during winter break but, he couldn't possibly be behind this, right?

He wasn't. But, Gojo wanted you to be with Choso. He puts your happiness above everything and Gojo so clearly saw the way your eyes lit up at Choso's contact popping up on your phone. The white-haired man wasn't even jealous over it either (he thinks), he was actually happy for you.

So, of course, if you come running around the corner after a few minutes of talking to Choso, it's obvious what you came to say. Given that, Gojo's look was serious and if you didn't go, he was going to force you to.

You, too frozen to move yet, simply stood there with wide eyes as you processed Gojo's mouthed words to you.

The male sighs and then stands up, humming a quiet I'll be back to both Geto and Shoko who hadn't even realized you were standing just around the corner. Gojo then walks over to you, placing a hand on your stomach softly and lightly pushing you back around the corner.

You bat your eyelashes at the tall man as he backs you all the way away from the living room, "S-Satoru, I-"

"Shut up," Gojo utters, his voice low and relaxed with you, "I don't want a single argument from you. Go to him."

You grab ahold of his wrist and he stops pushing you. "But what about-"

"What about what?" He sighs tiredly.

You swallow, "What about you?"

Gojo's heart skips a beat and he smiles, "What about me, sweetheart?"

"I can't just-,"

"First, you tell me you shouldn't be in love with me, to which I agree. Then, you'd tell me about how you missed Choso. And now, he's called you and I'm pretty sure he asked to see you so," Gojo leans down to your eye level and his gaze softens, "Where's the hesitation coming from?"

Your eyes are all glossy with stressed tears, "I don't know, Satoru. I-I'm confused."

"About what?" He chuckles a little, struggling to wrap his head around your current emotions.

"Who I want," You explain.

He shakes his head, "Don't be."

"But I-"

"I'm no good for you. You know that." Gojo emphasizes, "Please don't let me intoxicate you with my feelings. Let's not complicate this, okay?"

A frown takes over your expression. Never in a million years did you think you'd find yourself in such a predicament where you struggle to choose between one man and another.

You sucked in a deep breath and look off to the side, "Satoru..."

"Just... At least go see him." Gojo murmurs, moving his hand to your chin and turning you right back to face him, "Then, maybe make up your mind afterward, yeah?"

"Won't seeing him just make it worse?" You ask.

He scoffs, "No. The worst thing you can do right now is pick me over him."

"But-"

He whispers your name, "Go see him."

You're too hardheaded to listen right now, "Satoru-"

"If you spend another minute here complaining," He shuts his eyes for only a minute, then his tone goes void of that loving emotion, "I'm telling Shoko about the list."

Your eyes widen, "You're not seriously blackmailing me again, are you??" You question in disbelief.

It's so obvious now that the man is a good actor because the way his entire mood shifted back to the one you initially dealt with when the list started is almost frightening.

"I told you, sweetheart," He stands up straight and his gaze is dark, almost cold, "I'm no good for you."

You frown and inch closer to him, placing a hand on his arm, "But... You can be."

He grits his teeth, "Stop that."

"Stop what?" You question, tipping your head to the side with this gentle look in your eyes.

"Trying to figure me out. I told you, I'm not some problem for you to solve." Gojo utters. He doesn't sound upset but he's earnest with you, "I don't want to argue with you anymore so, please, just go see him."

The two of you stare into each other's eyes for one last long moment before you give him a little nod and a quiet okay. Gojo lets out a relieved sigh and then moves his hand to the back of your head and pulls you close to him. Your eyes go wide as he does so and you can tell his short-lived cold attitude has faded away.

His lips then press into your forehead and he stays still for another long moment before pulling away. You then lift your head and your gaze up to him and he looks down at you.

His hand moves to the necklace around your neck, feeling it against his skin for a moment as he smiles, "Go on now, go be happy with him."

You wanted to argue and say you could be happy with him instead, that you could just stay right here and give in to the impending blossom of feelings in your chest for him. But, Gojo would never allow you to do so.

So, instead, you just gave in and soon parted ways with the man after one last hug and a quiet thank you for everything. Gojo then walked you out and he told you that you could come back whenever you wanted, whether it was later that night or early the next morning, he said it didn't matter-- if you wanted to come back, he'd be there to open the door for you.

With that, you and him finally separated.

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As you left the apartment, you unmuted your phone and raised it to your ear, "Hello?"

You're surprised Choso sat there the whole time but, his response was immediate, "M'still here." He mumbled.

You smile a little, "Where uh, where do you want to meet up?"

"I'm actually at my art studio right now," Choso tells you, he sounds a little tired. "I'll leave the door unlocked for you."

"Okay, I'm on my way," You say.

You can't see it but he smiles at the fact that he'll be able to lay his eyes on you again, his heart rate increasing at the thought alone, "Cya soon." Choso hums.

His voice was so mellow and relaxed and you loved hearing every second of it. After that brief conversation, the two of you got off the phone and you left the apartment complex completely, quick to get in your car and drive to the man.

The drive felt longer than ever. Each second that passed, each red light that stopped you, every street you drove by, it all felt as though it were going by in slow motion. Your heartbeat was increasing and increasing, anxiety creeping up throughout your veins and making you sweat a little.

Since when did Choso make you this damn anxious? You had to control your breathing as you drove, making sure you took the proper turns as the location of his art studio was imprinted into your brain, even though you'd only been there a few times.

You wondered what he was doing there at this time of night. It was around nine o'clock and you didn't know Choso to do anything artistic around this time. But, maybe things had changed within the two months you went without him. What if he had changed?

What if he sees you and he realizes he doesn't feel the same anymore? What if he gets tired of waiting for you to be ready? What if you were to confess to him and he turns you down? What if he fell for someone else?

Your mind wouldn't stop pushing question after question as you drove. You were beyond uneasy and you loathed that feeling. Choso was supposed to be your peace of mind. He usually is. Normally, when you think about the man, you can't help the swelling of your heart and the smile that spreads across your face.

Where are all these negative thoughts and emotions coming from?

Is this, perhaps, what he experienced? That uncertainty that Choso said he felt before he left you, is this what he meant? The process of wondering all different kinds of scenarios over and over and never being sure of what'll prove to be true and what won't?

You hope Choso didn't experience this-- this sucked.

Before you even realized it, you were parked outside of the designated address. You had to reach in your bag for some perfume and spray it on yourself just in case as if that would bring a calming to your unsettled nerves.

Then, with a deep breath, you got out of your car and headed inside. The building was rather large, filled with all kinds of rented-out spaces, and Choso was located on the fifth floor.

You took the elevator up, taking multiple deep breaths as the elevator creaked and creaked, dinging with each floor it passed up until you reached the fifth. You paced down the lengthy hallway until you got to his place and then stopped in front of the door.

Swallowing hard, you carefully placed your hand on the doorknob and twisted. Opening the door, the studio was dimly lit as you entered and at first, you couldn't see much. The studio was huge and tall, having enough room for its own second floor, which is where the light was coming from.

You were quiet with shutting the door behind you and locking it. Carefully walking through the scattered and various art supplies lying around, you traveled through the room and toward the back, making your way up the short set of stairs and soon laying eyes on Choso.

He was sitting on a couch and you think your mouth watered at the initial sight. His head was turned to the side as he looked at one of his paintings and his positioning on the couch was just...

There was this purple LED light that kept the room dimly lit and it only made the man all the more attractive. Choso was manspreading, his thighs parted so sexily as he sat shirtless in these black slightly paint-covered sweatpants. His hair was loose and his muscular arms were stretched over the back of the couch comfortably.

That was, until he saw you in his peripherals and turned his head to you. You froze in your steps as your eyes met his and you think you forgot how to speak. Choso's brain seemed to stutter as well as he blinked a few times.

You then watched him slowly shift to stand up and your feet slowly moved toward him. Both of you took a moment to process but your bodies were moving on their own and Choso was quick to rush over to you as you rushed toward him.

Your bodies clashed with each other and your arms went up over his neck whilst his larger arms went around your waist. The scent of his cologne and a hint of fresh paint entered your nose as you nuzzled into him.

Your feet left the ground for a second as Choso squeezed you and lifted you into the air, holding you as if he'd waited forever for this moment. With a fluttering heart, you chuckled in reaction to his tight grasp.

Choso carefully places you back down and his arms ease from around your waist as he instead grips onto your sides. Your arms slide down and you rest your hold on his biceps for a moment as the two of you take in each other's features for the first time since he left.

Slowly and carefully, his hands leave your sides completely, finding solace in cupping your face in his palms, "Holy shit," Choso gasps, gazing so deeply into your eyes, "I missed you so much."

You bat your eyelashes at the male, a smile printed across your features as you do so, "I missed you too Cho."

His brows tense at the softness of your voice and you notice the heavy bags under his eyes. Choso leans his face close to yours, pulling you in as he does so, "I'm sorry."

His apology perplexes you and you giggle nervously, "For what?" You ask through an uneasy smile.

"Not calling or responding to your texts," He explains, "T-That was shitty of me and I'm sorry."

You peer into his almost doe-like brown eyes and you literally watch as his pupils expand into a larger size. Shit, has his eyes always dilated to such a degree when he looked at you? Or... Is this just your first time noticing?

"No, you don't have to apologize, Cho. It's okay," You hush out to him, your eyes unknowingly glossing up. Water coated your gaze due to your heightened emotions.

From uncertainty to straight-up anxiety, everything felt like it was about to crash over you. You'd waited for so long for this very moment and you almost forgot what it was like to be with Choso. However, standing here right now allowed all those memories to rush back to you in a matter of seconds.

Those late-night rendezvous with him, the laughs, the smiles, the teasing, the joy, the fun, the mischief-- all of it. Every last memory of this man thrums throughout your mind within a single moment and you remember it all.

You remember what it felt like for your heart to skip a beat when he spoke to you, what it felt like to experience that breath of fresh air that was his presence for only a moment. You finally recalled how Choso was your freedom. He is your peace, paralleling how you are Gojo's eternity, his whole.

Choso's fingers slip up along your face, just barely making contact with your eyelids and forcing them shut so that your tears could fall freely, "I really hope these aren't because of me," He murmured, quick to wipe away the moisture as soon as they fell from your sockets.

You sniffle and your smile has yet to fade, "They're tears of joy I swear."

He smiles and you watch the corners of his eyes crinkly a little as water glosses over his eyes too, "You're that happy to see me?"

"Yeah," You whisper, your voice trembling in emotion.

The man pouts and tips his head to the side a little, "I'm so sorry, princess," Choso apologizes again, weighing his face even closer and so much so that your breaths are shared.

"You d-don't have to apologize, I understand. It's just... I dunno, one call would've been nice," Your voice is so shaky and fragile that it even affects the way he holds your face.

His touch is so light that it's almost as though it's not even there, "I couldn't..." Choso sighs. His tone is soft and shaky just like yours, "One call is all it'd take for me to end up right back in your arms as I wish to be."

You frown, "T-Then what changed today? Hm?"

His lips are almost on yours, "I couldn't take it anymore. It may have seemed like it was easy for me to create that distance between us but..." Choso swallows hard, "I couldn't go even twenty-four hours without thinking of you."

Your frown lifts to a half smile, "Yeah?"

Choso nods and the gesture is done almost needily, desperation vexed into his gaze as he simply pours his longing emotions down into you through his soft looks alone. His sights then slip down to your lips, "Can I please kiss you?"

It was as though you could feel the physical squeeze his request had on your heart. The grip was strong, dangerous, and threatening. Your heart was so loud and heavy you could feel it pounding against your ears and blood and heat rushed there and to your face.

You nod a little and then shut your eyes in sync with his, both of your lips finally pressing into each other. There's pure tranquility flooding throughout your entire being as his soft, long-since-untouched lips move against yours. A floodgate of pure and swelled emotions had burst open as his lips were met with your own.

Sure, he doesn't kiss you like how Gojo does but, that doesn't make it any less enjoyable.

Choso's lips are soft, careful against yours, and steadily moving over yours in the way he remembers you enjoying. You relish in his touch, the taste of his tongue soon settling over yours and he prises your mouth open and slides right in as if that's exactly where he belonged.

A slight hum exits your throat as you kiss him back fervently and his hands move away from your face and back down to your waist. Choso jerks your body closer and up against his own, his fingers sinking into you even through the thick layers of clothing you wore. For a moment, as you make out he shifts again and this time works your coat off your body, allowing it to fall to the floor.

You were too engrossed in his lips to care and even pushed yourself right back into him afterward. Choso smiled against your lips as you did so and then he snaked his arms around your waist and walked you backward to the couch he'd previously been sitting on.

Both of your mouths go a bit wider and your tongues swivel over one another sensually with a loud and wet slick sound. With your lips never prying from each other, Choso carefully eases back down onto the couch and you comfort yourself right on top of him.

The sound of your kissing, his hums, and your light moans filled the entirety of the art studio, the noises bouncing off the walls and hitting both of your ears-- adding to the sensuality of it all.

With a loud smack, Choso just barely pulled his mouth from yours, "Fuck," He pants and then groans out your name so lowly that it spurs chills up your spine, "I missed you so fucking much."

You grin, "Yeah?"

"Every day," Choso begins, struggling to catch his breath, "I missed you more and more every single day."

You peck his lips one more time and gaze down at him through low-lidded eyes, "I missed you too."

His touch slides down and Choso settles his hold on your hips as you comfort yourself into his lap. He's still panting and his face is flushed. Cheeks reddened, the tips of his ears smothered in blush, his lips moist from you, and his expression needy.

Choso does that thing you missed where he simply basks in the feel of you being with him, taking in your every detail like always, "You're so... so fuckin' perfect." He compliments, unable to stop the words from spilling out of his mouth, "You..." His words come out breathily, "You consume my thoughts, y'know that right?"

You smile, "Do I?"

He nods almost like a little puppy. "You do."

With a slight chuckle, you never once break the eye contact, "Y'know... I wasn't expecting to see you today so uh, I didn't get you anything." You tell him.

Choso sighs and tips his head back against the couch, still gazing up at you, "My gift is you being here right now, I couldn't ask for much more than that."

"That's so sweet," You giggle, gushing at his words to you, "But, I still wish I actually got you something."

His eyes are low on yours, barely even open as he gazes at you with those naturally sleepy eyes of his, "There's no need, baby. Trust me. You're all I wanted for Christmas."

You roll your eyes, "Okay Mariah Carey."

He flashes that sexy yet lazy smile of his, "I really didn't mean to reference her but," He shrugs, "It works. Also, I got you something."

Your eyes light up, "Really, what is it?"

"Well, technically I made you something." Choso clarifies.

The shifting of your body over his makes him suck in a sharp breath as you grow eager to know what he's got for you, "What is it? Either show or tell me already."

Choso grips your hips a little, "First off, quit' movin' so much. Secondly, it's two gifts and the first is over there," He nods his head off to the left and your sights rush in that direction.

You spot a relatively large box wrapped in pretty gift wrap with a pretty big bow on it, "Aw, Cho you didn't have to get me anything..." You say, despite being ecstatic about it as you raise yourself from his lap.

His hands slip off your body whilst you stand to your feet and then pace over to the designated box, quickly picking it up and shaking it a little as if that'll tell you what's in it. It's large and rectangular, relatively thin but still big nonetheless.

"I hope you like it," Choso hums while he sits up a little and watches you take a seat beside him.

Your hands work to tear open the gift. The item makes your eyes go wide and your jaw drop completely. To little surprise, it's a painting. But, not just any random painting. And no, it wasn't that first portrait of you he made months ago when he first met you...

Instead, it was something much more beautiful. Most of Choso's artwork consists of dark colors and thick sharp lines that mold together to form something beautiful. But this? Oh, it was almost foreign to the man's art style.

In your hands was a painting of your eyes. Within your pupils was your eye shade but when you look close enough, you spot small words made out within it in different shades. He'd used those words to express the things he sees when he makes eye contact with you while simultaneously capturing the beauty that is your eye color.

It was gorgeous.

You read so many different words; beautiful, love, perfection, amazing, smart, talented, inspiring, breathtaking, soul-touching, my epiphany, peace, euphoria, god's greatest creation, etc. The list went on and on, each word so very tiny yet easy to read if you looked closely enough. All of which was painted within your eyes.

Outside of that, the image was still stunning, capturing your lashes down to the finest ones, the texture of your skin even imprinted perfectly, and the feel of genuine emotion oozing off the artwork in your hands.

Your speech was stripped from you as you took in what you were staring at. How do you respond to such a dedicated piece of art? Your heart was pounding against your chest once more and you didn't even realize the image had brought tears to your eyes until a droplet trickled onto your hand.

"F-Fucking hell," You curse, your breath unsteady. Sniffling was heard from you as you dragged your gaze up and to Choso, "I..."

His eyes are casual on yours, as if he didn't just give you something that took him months to capture properly. "Merry Christmas," Choso uttered, nervousness hinted in his words.

Your brows tense up, "You... When..." You struggled to piece together the right thing to say as you looked back down to the item, "C-Choso, I love this."

He bites back the cheesing smile he almost flashed, "I'm glad you do."

"H-How long did this take?" You whisper, moving to wipe your joyful tears away and look back up to him.

Choso shrugs, "Few' months."

"Were you working on this before you... before you left?" You ease out in question.

"Mhm," He hums, "I'm uh, I'm not the best with words at times so, for every time I wanted to say one of those things to you but couldn't, I painted it. Then, after I left... Well, the rest of the words began to fill the shape of your irises faster than I expected." Choso explains to you.

You place the gift down to the side and crawl across the couch to him, grabbing his face and pulling him close before crashing your lips into his. Choso laughs into your kiss, his eyes widening for a split second before he flutters them shut and kisses you back. It's heavier than the one prior as you make out with him gratefully.

Barely breaking away for air, you hush out your words to him, "Thank you."

Choso was about to say you're welcome but he was cut off by your tongue sinking into his mouth. He simply melted into your touches and aggressive kisses, adoring the feeling of it all.

His body turned a bit to get more comfortable kissing you and one of your hands slid down to his neck, feeling all of his skin tense under your touch. Choso soon breathed out your name in between your kisses, trying to gain your attention but you were so wrapped up in thanking him through the motion.

To snap you out of it, Choso suddenly takes control and you feel his teeth latch onto your bottom lip and he nibbles, pulling your skin slightly as he groans and moves a hand to your waist. His hand swipes under your shirt and he firmly squeezes your side, abruptly tickling you and making you chuckle away from the kiss.

You both part from each other with soft laughter and Choso smiles at you, "Baby, you have another gift, y'know."

You shrug, "I don't need it, that was enough. That was perfect, Choso."

"You're gonna like the second one too though," He says, playfully pouting.

Your head shakes, "Whatever it is, return it if possible, I don't need anything more."

He smirks, "It's not exactly something I can return..."

A sigh leaves you, "What is it then?"

With a little huff, Choso moves to stand up. When he does, his arms go up and he stretches a little. The man then slides over a little to stand right in front of you and you peer up at him with wide and curious eyes.

Raising a brow at the man, you remain confused, "What is it?"

Choso leans forward, placing his hands on the back of the couch and trapping your smaller frame in between his arms. "I got a new tattoo I wanted to show you but, I want you to find it."

There's no way. He didn't tattoo his dick, did he?

You chuckle and shift to sit comfortably in between his muscular arms, "Choso... How is your new tattoo gonna be a gift for me?"

"Search for it and find out," He taunts.

You nearly told him that he's just like his brother in that sense but then you mentally cursed yourself for even comparing the two in the first place. With a roll of your eyes, you start moving your hands, "Finnnee.."

Slowly, you move to his waistline where his black sweats are, carefully and sensually pulling at the drawstring as you keep your eyes up on his. Choso's gaze is down on your face the entire time, even as he feels you tug at his sweatpants.

"Am I gonna' have to take these off?" You ask suggestively.

His head tilts a little and he nods, "Mhm, take em' off me, princess."

You do your best to keep control of your hormones as his words hit your ears. Then, you carefully pull his pants down a bit, stopping when he starts talking again.

"You won't have to search too far down though," Choso adds on.

You finally break eye contact and look down, seeing the band of his boxers and having something tell you to just barely pull them down. So, you do. Revealed to you are dark-inked letters written in cursive that are almost hidden beneath the left end of his prominent and sharp v-line. You bat your eyelashes at what the letters spell out.

It's your fucking name.

"Holy shit," You curse as your eyes broaden and your head tilts to inspect it, "Choso I know this isn't my name tattooed on you..."

He chuckles and pushes himself up so that he can stand straight up, moving a hand down to the fabric of his clothing to reveal it in full without exposing his manhood, "It is," Choso hums.

You look up at him, your face completely flushed, "Why would you-"

Choso pulls his pants back up and clicks his tongue, "I already told you, princess," Once he's presentable again, he leans down to your face once more, "I'm all yours."

GOJO SATORU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

GETO SUGURU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢

KAMO CHOSO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢 / 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ZEN'IN NAOYA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ITADORI SUKUNA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮???

NANAMI KENTO ☐ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙

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[kisakis-boyfriend]

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Author's Note: Not requested of me specifically, but I did promise to write a lil something something featuring Michi and rougher sex. So, here it is!

Pairings: Takemichi x male reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Takemichi, rough sex, dacryphilia, pillow princess Michi, dirty talk, daddy kink, degradation

Tagging: @wazabii @hxpel3s5-slxxt (if you'd like your tag removed please lmk!)

“Aah-!” Another shrill scream bounces off the walls of his bedroom, proceeded by a sharp slap.

Your ragged panting is barely audible over the sound of your hips beating Takemichi's ass — his skin turning an even deeper shade of pinkish red with every collision.

“Fuck, haha... look at you, baby,” you rasped, “look at you taking me nice 'n deep like that. I told ya you'd be able to handle this dick.”

The words didn't quite make it past his lips, instead turning into a whimper that tumbled out when Takemichi tried to protest. He's always so coy — "nooo it won't fit! You're way too big!" he'd say, despite the fact that you regularly wreck his holes. I mean, yeah, you were pretty thick down there, but your partner has proven time and time again that that's not much of a problem.

Even now, as his nails dig into his sheets and tears stain them, Takemichi's walls grip you like a vice; pulling your cock further inside with every motion. And the way his once coherent speech turns into babbles, all because you're rearranging his insides? Priceless.

“Ah fuck-! Mm yeah, take it, baby. Take daddy's cock-” It's all the little slut can do to keep his hips up in the air; his legs may as well have become jelly at this point with the way his thighs shake when you pull back — nearly pulling out — then snap back as if there's some magnetic pull between you two.

Your little pillow princess is full-on sobbing as his teeth grind against the fabric of his sheets. Yet another slap to his ass and Takemichi somehow cries harder, getting choked on his own spit.

Meanwhile, you have been holding back, desperate not to cum just yet so that you can stay inside your lil princess for a while longer. But that ache deep inside of you has only built up, exacerbated by Takemichi's tight hole wrapped around your dick. If only he didn't feel so fucking good, then maybe tonight could last a little longer...

“Gonna fuckin' cum... Hah... Where does my little whore want it, huh?”

No response. Only a drawn out whine where Takemichi's face is buried in the mattress.

You can't stifle the laugh that comes out of your mouth. “Inside it is, then. Ngh-!”

With a few more deep thrusts, you finally explode inside your partner — gushing white, hot ropes that fill him up as you grab a handful of his hair and push his head down further, cutting off the pathetic thing's oxygen for a moment.

“O-ooh shit... haha... damn, baby, you took everything I had, didn't ya?” You tease, exhaling the breath you'd held in during your climax.

Your hands slid down your darling's back, moving towards his hips to rub soothing circles on the skin, then roaming over more of his smaller body — Takemichi's breathing steadies as you do this, gradually calming down until his muscles release their held tension. After a moment, you pull out, leaving your partner's hole gaping, as you usually do, and leaking a fat glob of your cum.

Rolling over onto his side, Takemichi searches for your hand; which you happily oblige him, and meet his touch. Your thumb brushes over his knuckles and you lean down to kiss them before laying down next to him.

“You ok?”

He nods. “Mhm... felt really nice...”

A smile spreads across your face as you watch him blink lazily; best to help him over to the bathroom before he falls asleep, or before you fall asleep, for that matter. And after you're both cleaned up and relaxed, you'll have a little rest together.

Before you roll over and out of his bed, you place a tender kiss on Takemichi's forehead, giggling along with him.

[chiquititaosita]

⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ daycare/ girl dad! gojo hcs ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡

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- send help for this man immediately

-he’s super fucking attached that his baby is going to daycare

-he cried taking her there and waited in the parking lot crying for two hours.

-you and him are nervous but are super excited about it

- y’all even have baby girl in the most adorable outfits!

- always checking on the online documentation on the infant teachers. And asking about incident reports “which baby did it?!”

- the minute she plays with the other babies that are girls she always sharing, however if it’s a boy she pushes them out of the way.

- during missions sometimes he takes babygirl out with them. and literally says to his students. “Yep, I made this pet sperm.”

-“correction she is the boss, not me. She’s my twin..”

-holds her in the baby carrier. “sorry we got dance class!- Megumi you’re in charge.” runs off speeding with babygirl in arms

- one day he brought babygirl into daycare with a uncoordinated outfit and messy pig tails because she was not having it. Even having a diaper on backwards “sorry ladies I’m really color blind.” He fucking lied.

-he’s also happy for milestones

- pick up time he always gets her before closing. 2:30 to be the earliest. The latest 4:00 “Hi my love bug!!” He’ll exclaim and there your daughter will be having the biggest smile on her face. The baby HATES being there till closing.

- he’s super happy now that he gets art from his little princess. “My baby is an artist.” He lets out a fake tear.

- when he gets baby girls clothes that are from outfit changes he gags. Yet he kills curses for a living. How is thiS GROSSING HIM OUT.

- always takes his time for the baby.

-when you come home from work. And you see the baby girl. You’re so eager to hug your baby. But baby girl is already saying. “Dada!!” And you just feel jealous but happy she’s saying words and babbling

- then picks up the baby. And dances with her. “Cha cha cha - cha!” Oh little girl laughs like an angel

-spitting image of gojo with your personality

- cried the first time when you took the baby to the newborn class. because his paternity leave was over.

-always gags at diaper changes even though he kills curses for a living.

- “why is her poop black?”

-“ because she was just born.” His eyes are in shock. he even grabs the baby on the stroller, and is actually good at doing hair.

- always loves seeing pictures and videos of his baby. Even some with his two only girls in his life.

-“mama dada.” Were her first two words

- babysitting with the students jujustu tech, it’s hilarious.

-“what does she want?!” Yuji will scream panicking and crying with the baby, because the baby is screaming for a nap.

“Bottle?” Nobara will be trying to make a bottle of formula, and then scream beginning to bite the two of them. Even when diaper changes.

-“check her diaper.” So Megumi bring the good big brother he is finds out it’s a diaper rash.

“WE DIDNT KNOW!!” Actually Megumi knew he just wanted to watch his friends suffer. Never will you let them babysit only under nanami’s supervision. Y/n will sigh. “It’s alright, she’ll be okay.” You hug your baby girl.

Meanwhile in the toddler stage… that’s for part two

[marvelfanfics1]

Do you think you could write a fanfic about rafe coming home after a really hard day in particular of dealing and they didn’t get as many sales as usual and Berry and rafe were pissed off at each other so instead of coming home and being all sweet and clingy to age regression reader he yell’s at her for accidentally getting paint on the table well painting him a picture and he yells and screams at her and she runs and goes and hides, and he ends up finding her in the back of the closet and pulls her out and apologizes then he comfort her after yelling saying how he never meant to scare her:3🦈🎀

Painting and Yelling

Pairing: daddy!rafe x little!reader

Warnings: age regression, yelling, mentions of drugs/dealing, hurt/comfort, some cursing

Today has been exhausting for Rafe, not only didn't he make the promised sales but also came into a conflict with Barry because of it and now they're not talking with each other.

When Rafe called you to tell you that he's on his way back home you could hear that he's upset and exhausted, so the second he hung up you quickly gathered art supplies to draw him a picture to cheer him up.

Since you want this one to be special you decide on painting with acrylic paints instead of crayons. You are so focused on drawing the picture, using all the tips you can remember from those videos you watch on YouTube sometimes that you don't notice the paint you accidentally get on the table and the sleeves of your hoodie.

The sound of the front door opening and closing, indicating Rafe's arrival has you squirming on the chair with anticipation of his reaction to your picture that you have put a lot of effort in.

Rafe enters the living room, rubbing the back of his neck as he makes his way over to you. "Hey..."

"Hi daddy! Look what I made for you!" You smile at him, holding up the picture for him to see.

He doesn't look directly at what you were holding up but more at the mess you made on the table and yourself. "What is this?"

"A picture..." You frown at him, isn't it obvious? It's not the first time you gave him a drawing, so his reaction confuses you.

He breathes through his nose, pinching the bridge of it with his fingers. "I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about the damn mess you made."

As you finally look at the table and take notice of the paint stains on it and on your sleeves. You start to try and explain yourself. "I just-"

"God I- I had a long fucking day and the last thing I wanted was to take care of shit like that. Can't you just once- just once, use the few brain cells you possess or is that too damn hard!" He suddenly interrupts you, his voice rising.

Before his brain can comprehend what he just did, seeing the way your eyes widen and fill with tears, your bottom lip quivering, he opens his mouth to apologize but you quickly get up and bolt out of the room and upstairs.

"Wait- baby!" He calls after you, his head dropping as he hears a door slam shut.

He runs a hand through his hair, cursing at himself for shouting at you when he promised himself that he would never let that happen and still couldn't keep his temper in check yet again.

Glancing at the picture on the table he felt even worse. He grabs it, a small smile on his face at the different shapes and messily drawn 'daddy' in the center of it.

Meanwhile you are hiding in his closet, picking at your lambs fur with tears rolling down your face constantly, trying not to sob out loud. His words hurt you deeply, even more so that it was directed at your little self.

You hear footsteps approaching the bedroom and push yourself more into the corner of the closet, pulling your knees to your chest as the bedroom door opens.

"Baby?" Rafe calls out again softly, not surprised he doesn't receive an answer but notices his closet door slightly ajar and walks over to open it.

He sees your sock-clad feet beneath his hanging clothes and crouches down, his heart breaks at the sight of you, your cheeks wet and avoiding to look at him.

"I know you probably don't want to have anything to do with me right now but...I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have yelled at you and said those things. I'm sure you don't believe me but I didn't mean anything I said... you're- you're the smartest little someone could wish for and I'm so thankful for being allowed to even see this side of you." He starts reaching out to rest his hand on your knee, his thumb rubbing over your skin.

He waits a moment to see if you will reject his touch, when you don't he takes that as a sign to continue. "I really like the drawing you made..."

You lift your head when you hear the rustling of paper, seeing him admire the picture with a smile.

"It definitely deserves a special place on the wall." He says, straightening himself and walks over to the cork board that already has a few of your pictures pinned on it.

You slowly crawl halfway out the closet to watch him hang it up. He steps back to look at it again, a hand on his chin as in deep thought. "I think that's the best one you made so far."

"Really...?" You sniffle.

"Really." He confirms, stepping closer to you and holding his hand out. You hesitate for a moment before placing your hand in his, letting him help you up. He instantly pulls you into his arms, holding you in a tight embrace and kisses the top of your head. "I'm really sorry...I didn't mean to scare you or anything. Think you can forgive me?"

You think for a second, pulling your face from his chest. "Can I has ice cream?"

He chuckles, relieved that you seem to accept his apology. "Of course, baby. You can even eat on my bed and watch a movie, sounds good?"

"Two scoops and sprinkles." You look at him seriously and he sighs, pressing his lips into a thin line.

"Fine, but only if I get a kiss." He smiles at the way you quickly stand on your tiptoes to peck his lips. "Another?"

"Daddy."

"Okay, shouldn't push my luck, I get it."

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[kishibe-kisser]

I’m glad I found ur account <3 Gojo, Geto, and Sukuna brat taming sex pls TYSM <3

A/N: Bless I love you for this req

Brat Taming (Gojo, Geto, Sukuna)

Tags: Gojo x gn! reader, fake sympathy, forced orgasms, vibrator, sex, Geto x gn! reader, spanking, teaasing, Sukuna x gn! reader, crying, hair pulling, rough sex, degradation

Gojo

It's hard not to act like a brat when Gojo's your dom. The man is such a brat himself so he knows exactly how to handle your behaviour.

He plays along into your behaviour, looking at you with an amused expression as your talking back to him, nodding along with what your saying. It's hard to pin when you're actually pushing his buttons or not. Sometimes when he's had enough though, he'll grab your chin and squeeze your cheeks together with his big hands. "You've had your fun, now that's enough."

Likes to punish with overstimulation, knows you've learnt your lesson when tears are streaming over your cheeks from how many times you've cum. Either by tying a vibrator up to your core and watching from a chair in the room as you struggle or holding it to you with his hands as he fakely coos at you. "I told you your behaviour was enough earlier, but you didn't listen. I want you to cum so much you go dumb, maybe then you'll actually listen to me."

Might even fuck you while he holds the vibrator against you, but that depends on just how bratty you were. You acting like a brat can frustrate him so much sometimes, he hardly has the patience to punish you first. So he uses your body to get off in the process.

He talks so much too, words of fake sympathy being thrown your way as you cum over and over again, the vibrator wand between your legs not stopping whatsoever. "Oh, are you crying? Did I make you cry?"

Geto

It's all said with a look. Geto is not a leniant man, it only takes one look and you'll know what you're in for later on. His eyes sharpening and jaw tensing as he locks eyes with you. Normally that's enough to stop your behaviour, because you know it'll only make things worse for you later on.

He remains eerily calm until the time comes to deliver your punishment, meanwhile you've been scared and turned on with anticipation the whole time. You can't notice it on him.

Not until he lays you over his knee, tugging your bottoms down to reveal your ass. That's when he started talking to you, as your shaking with anticipation for the first hit. "You're such a brat, always testing my patience."

He massages your ass up until the first hit, makes you count it all out too. Each hit and if you mess up, he starts it all over. (he'll listen to your safeword if it's too much) The closer he gets to finishing the punishment, the more teasing his touches get. His fingers moving over your core, stroking over your most sensitive parts before delivering another good slap.

When he's done he'll pull you into his lap, hold your face and make you look at him. Big fan of making sure you understand him and that you won't act like that again (you will and he knows it) before kissing you and making you sit on his dick for your reward. "You understand now? You're not going to be a brat anymore, are you? Good, now get on your knees and help me out of these clothes."

Sukuna

Bold of you to think he won't push you onto your knees in public and take you right there to put you in your place if you're being a brat. We all know he doesn't mind putting on a show. He's not tolerant at all and if he is, it's because he's toying with you. Experimenting to see just how far you push it.

His pleasure comes first when you're acting like a brat (and when you're not but sympathy leaves his body quicker when you're being a brat) His form of brat taming is using your body like a toy.

He'll pull your hair, make you look at him as he wipes tears from your eyes. He'd have a wicked smile on his face as he keeps you in place on his cock, not moving at all to make you cry out. He likes to see just how deep he can sit inside of you. He has all the patience in the world when it comes to things that give him pleasure and nothing gives him pleasure like seeing you struggle to even have a coherent thought.

Just when you think he's finally going to move, he will at a rough brutal pace to get himself off. He likes hearing you beg and scream, begging to cum as he leaves you hanging. "You want to act like a brat, you don't get to cum like a brat. Listen to yourself, you sound pathetic."

When he's done with you, he might soften up a little bit, wiping your tears from your face. "Here you are crying, even though you chose to act like a brat. You can't tell me you didn't know this would happen."

A/N: This was fun to write and also intense. I'm super well versed on brat taming but I did my best.

[rafesapologist]

the setback ─ rafe cameron; part twelve

summary: it's been two years since your departure from the outer banks and rafe cameron has seemingly convinced himself that he can go on with his life as if you never happened, except now more than ever his addiction is at an all time high. whether he was snorting lines of cocaine at wild parties or drowning himself in alcohol to numb the pain, rafe couldn't escape the memories of you. despite his efforts to bury his feelings, your absence lingered like a shadow, haunting him at every turn. meanwhile, you've been navigating life outside the outer banks, trying to carve out a new path for yourself. but no matter how far you've traveled, the memories of rafe cameron still linger in your heart, leaving you with a sense of unfinished business. as you find yourself facing new challenges and opportunities, you can't help but wonder if fate will eventually bring you back to the place where it all began.

warnings: swearing, fighting, sort of drowning ??, mentions of alcohol use

author's note: cue the bridge of 'strangers' by ethel cain

You felt the weight of Rafe's footsteps closing in behind you, his urgent calls slicing through the rainy night air. With every step he took, your resolve wavered, torn between the desire to keep running and the need to confront the turmoil swirling inside you.

But as his pleas grew more desperate, something in you snapped. You couldn't bear to hear any more, to face the reality of what you had just witnessed. So, with a heavy heart and trembling hands, you stopped in your tracks and turned to face him.

Rafe skidded to a halt just a few feet away, his breath ragged and his expression a mix of desperation and remorse. Raindrops clung to his disheveled hair and streamed down his face, mirroring the turmoil in his eyes.

"Y/n, please," he gasped between breaths, his voice raw with emotion. "I need you to listen to me."

"I came here because I broke up with JJ! Okay?" The words spilled from your lips, laced with frustration and anguish. "I broke up with him for you. But apparently, that was another stupid fucking mistake of mine, because you still want your cake and to eat it too!"

Your voice cracked with emotion, the torrent of feelings threatening to consume you whole. You shoved him back, your palms trembling with the force of your despair. The distance between you stretched like an unbridgeable chasm, a stark reminder of the fractures in your once-unbreakable bond.

Rafe staggered back, his eyes wide with disbelief and remorse. Raindrops glistened on his lashes, mingling with the sheen of regret that clouded his gaze. He reached out, a desperate plea in his outstretched hand, but you recoiled, your heart aching with a pain too profound to bear.

Your voice wavered with raw emotion, each word a dagger thrust into the heart of your despair. Tears blurred your vision, but you refused to look away, your gaze locked with Rafe's as you bared your soul to him.

"And I'm a fucking idiot, I guess, for even coming back here in the first place!" The words tumbled from your lips, laced with self-recrimination and regret. Your chest heaved with the weight of your confession, the ache of your fractured heart laid bare for all to see.

You struggled to maintain your composure, the anguish clawing at your throat as you fought to keep the tears at bay. But the pain was too great, the memories too potent, and soon, your resolve crumbled beneath the weight of your sorrow.

"I get it. I fucked up. I ruined your trust and I lied to you," you continued, your voice trembling with the weight of your admission. "But at least I didn't..." You choked on your words, the bitterness rising like bile in your throat, "I didn't lie when I said that I loved you." Your finger quivered as you pointed it accusingly at Rafe, the gesture a tangible manifestation of your anguish and frustration. In that moment, you laid bare your heart, your vulnerability a testament to the depth of your feelings for him.

But as the rain continued to fall, washing away the remnants of your shattered resolve, you knew that the wounds inflicted upon your fragile bond may never fully heal. And as you stood there, locked in a silent battle of wills, you couldn't help but wonder if love alone was enough to bridge the chasm that now yawned between you and Rafe.

Rafe's voice cut through the storm like a beacon of clarity, his words a plea wrapped in desperation and longing. The rain poured down around you, a relentless torrent that mirrored the tumult of your emotions as you stood there, locked in a silent battle of wills.

His grip on your wrist was firm, a tangible anchor in the tempest of your despair. You could feel the warmth of his touch seeping into your skin, a silent reassurance amidst the chaos that raged within your heart.

"I spent two years thinking I'd never see you again," Rafe's voice wavered with emotion, each word a testament to the depth of his longing, "and you think that I'd ruin my chances with you the second I got you back?"

You recoiled slightly at the force of his words, the sting of betrayal still fresh in your mind. "Then why is she here, Rafe?" Your voice wavered with a mix of anger and hurt, the turmoil of your emotions bubbling to the surface.

Rafe's shoulders slumped in defeat, his gaze falling to the ground as he ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in every line of his body. "Because, y/n!" His voice rose with frustration, a raw edge creeping into his tone. "I called her over because I was trying to break up with her!"

The words hung between you like a heavy fog, thick with tension and unresolved emotions. As you stood there, grappling with the weight of his confession, you couldn't help but feel the ground shift beneath your feet, uncertainty clouding your thoughts as you struggled to make sense of it all.

You looked at him with your eyes wide, taken aback by his testament. Part of you felt confused, wondering how something allegedly so simple could get so mixed up, while the other half of you wasn't ready to let your guard down.

"Why would you do that, Rafe?" you asked, your voice betraying a mixture of disbelief and vulnerability. You searched his eyes for some semblance of truth amidst the chaos of conflicting emotions, hoping to find a shred of sincerity in his explanation.

You looked at him, the rain cascading down around you, each drop adding to the tension in the air. His expression was raw, his frustration evident in the way his brows furrowed and his jaw tensed. Despite the anger simmering beneath the surface, there was a vulnerability in his eyes that mirrored your own.

Rafe took a step closer, his hand still gripping your wrist gently, as if he feared you might slip away if he let go. His voice was strained, laced with desperation and sincerity as he tried to explain himself.

"I called her over because I realized that I couldn't be with her, not when my heart was still with you," he admitted, his words hanging in the air like a confession. "not when you're standing right in front of me for the first time in years after thinking I had lost you for good."

His admission echoed in the space between you, carrying the weight of years of separation and longing. You felt the weight of his words settle over you, the realization dawning that perhaps there was more to his actions than met the eye.

For a moment, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you standing in the midst of the storm once again. The rain continued to pour, a relentless backdrop to the emotions swirling between you.

"I… I didn't know," you confessed softly, your voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. "I didn't know you felt that strongly."

There was a vulnerability in your admission, a crack in the armor you had built around yourself. You had spent so long trying to convince yourself that you were over him, that seeing him again wouldn't affect you. But now, faced with the truth of his feelings, you couldn't deny the lingering ache in your own heart.

His words pierced through the walls you'd built around your heart, making you realize how deeply you still cared for him. The rain pelted down harder, soaking you both to the bone, but neither of you seemed to notice. You were lost in the intensity of the moment, the world around you fading into the background.

Rafe's eyes, filled with anguish and sincerity, bore into yours as he pointed to his chest, his voice breaking. "I have never once stopped loving you," he confessed, each word laced with a raw, painful honesty. "I-I was miserable here without you, y/n." His voice broke as he frantically pointed his pointer finger into his chest, expressing his dismay.

You felt your own chest tighten with emotion, the tears mixing with the rain on your face. "Rafe," you began, your voice trembling as you reached out to him, "I… I didn't know. I thought you had moved on. I thought I was just a part of your past."

He shook his head vehemently, taking a step closer to you, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. "You were never just a part of my past," he whispered, his thumb brushing away a tear. "You are my everything. I thought about you every single day, wishing things had been different."

Your breath hitched at his touch, the familiar warmth of his hand bringing back a flood of memories. "I never stopped loving you either," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I was scared, Rafe. Scared of getting hurt again and hurting you. I was afraid to come back here and be faced with what happened between us."

Rafe's expression softened, his thumb continuing to caress your cheek. "I know, y/n. I know I hurt you before, we hurt each other, but I swear, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you let me."

There was desperation in his eyes as he stared down at you, ignoring the droplets of rain that fell down his face. His mouth stayed agape as he breathed heavily, his emotions weighing down on him as he waited for your reply. "We have to stop hurting each other, Rafe," you said, your voice trembling with a mix of determination and vulnerability.

Rafe's expression softened, and he nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. "I know," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't want to hurt you anymore. I want to be the person who makes you happy, the person you can trust. I-I can do that, y/n."

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on you. "It's not going to be easy," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "Not everyone is gonna agree with us being together."

Rafe's eyes softened, and he nodded slowly, understanding the gravity of your words. "I know," he replied, his voice steady. "But I don't care what they think. This is about us, not them."

"I'm scared, Rafe. My friends are the only family I've had my entire life," you averted your gaze to the ground, taking in a deep breath. The weight of your words hung in the air, a confession of the fear that gripped your heart.

Rafe squeezed your hand gently, his thumb brushing soothing circles on your skin. "I understand," he said softly, his voice filled with empathy. "But you don't have to choose between them and me. We'll find a way to make this work."

You looked up at him, searching his eyes for reassurance. "What if they can't accept us? What if I lose them?"

Rafe's expression was earnest, his gaze unwavering. "If they really care about you, they'll understand eventually. It might take time, but they'll see how much we mean to each other."

"But what about you?" you asked, peering up at him.

"What about me?" he replied, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"I mean, you aren't a huge fan of my friends either," you said, your voice tinged with worry. "How are you going to handle that?"

Rafe sighed, running a hand through his wet hair. "Yeah. I'm not their biggest fan, and they're definitely not mine. But if being with you means I have to make some type of peace with them, then I'll try. For you."

You bit your lip, feeling a mix of relief and concern. "It won't be easy, Rafe. They're protective of me, and they have every reason to be wary of you."

"I know," Rafe admitted, his voice steady. "But I'm willing to put in the effort. I just need them to see that I've changed, and that I care about you."

Just as the tension had settled and you and Rafe stood there, gazing at each other with a resolution easing your worry, Sophia emerged from the house, her arms crossed and her expression stormy. The rain had begun to pour more heavily, each drop like a drumbeat on the roof and the ground around you. "What the hell is going on here?" she demanded, her voice slicing through the rain-soaked air like a knife.

You turned to face her, your heart sinking at the sight of her anger and confusion. Her eyes were wide with disbelief, flicking between you and Rafe as if trying to piece together a puzzle that didn’t make sense. Rafe stepped forward, his posture tense but resolute. "Sophia, I told you to wait in the house," he said, his voice strained with the weight of the situation.

"I don't care," she shot back, her voice trembling with hurt and frustration. "So, what's this? Are you two messing around behind my back or something?"

You swallowed hard, the rain mingling with the tears you hadn’t realized had started to fall. "Sophia, this is complicated," you began, your voice almost drowned out by the downpour. "Rafe and I... we have a lot of history."

"History?" she echoed, incredulous and bitter. "Is that what we're calling it now?"

Rafe had a subtle glare on his face at Sophia's remark, feeling a sense of defensiveness over you. You were perfectly capable of handling your own, that he knew, but this was his mess to begin with, and he wasn't going to let her get to you so easily. "Knock it off, Soph. Don't go starting shit," he said, his tone firm and unwavering.

Sophia's eyes flashed with anger, her arms tightening around her body as if to protect herself from the emotional storm that was brewing. "Starting shit? Really, Rafe? You're the one who is supposed to be with me, not her."

You felt a pang of guilt at her words but stood your ground, meeting her gaze with as much strength as you could muster. "Sophia, I didn't come here to cause problems. I just needed to talk to Rafe."

Sophia let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. "Talk? Really? You waltz back into town and expect everything to just fall into place?"

"Sophia, I said cut it out. We can talk in a minute," Rafe insisted, his voice firm but edged with frustration.

Sophia's eyes narrowed, her stance rigid with defiance. "No, Rafe. You need to get this little bitch out of here or else."

"Or else what?" you asked, stepping forward, your voice steady despite the tension radiating from Sophia.

She crossed her arms tightly, her gaze flickering between you and Rafe. "Or else I make sure everyone knows what kind of person you really are. You think you can just come back here and ruin everything? Rafe is with me." Sophia's words sliced through the tension like a knife, her voice dripping with venomous intent. You felt a surge of frustration and disbelief rising within you, but you forced yourself to stay calm, meeting her gaze squarely.

"Do whatever you want, Sophia. I didn't come back here to play games with you, so get over yourself," you retorted, your voice firm and unwavering.

Sophia's words dripped with venom as she leveled her gaze at you, her tone laced with a vindictive edge. "Just wait and see, y/n. I'll make you choke on your words."

Rafe's voice cut through the tension like a sharp blade, his tone laced with frustration and authority, "Just go away, Sophia! I'm not dealing with your shit right now!"

His words echoed in the empty space around you, the force behind them enough to make Sophia falter for a moment. She recoiled slightly, her features contorting into a mixture of shock and indignation, her eyes blazing with defiance. For a brief moment, it seemed as though she might retort, but the steel in Rafe's gaze made it abundantly clear that he wouldn't tolerate any further defiance.

With a resentful glare, Sophia finally relented, shooting one last venomous look at you before turning on her heel and storming off. The sound of her footsteps echoed angrily on the wet pavement as she disappeared from sight, leaving behind a palpable sense of relief in her wake.

As Sophia vanished into the distance, the tension in the air began to dissipate, replaced by a heavy silence broken only by the soft patter of raindrops against the ground. Rafe's shoulders slumped slightly as he let out a heavy sigh, the weight of the confrontation evident in the weary lines of his face.

Turning back to you, his gaze softened, filled with a mixture of gratitude and apology. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "She's... she's not easy to handle."

"it's okay," you shook your head as you ran a hand through your hair, "i should get going. this has been the longest night ever and i'm tired."

Rafe's shoulders slumped slightly, a mix of emotions flickering across his face. "Yeah, I guess we both need some rest," he replied, stepping closer to you. His hand extended tentatively, as if he wanted to offer comfort, but he hesitated, eventually letting it fall back to his side. "I'll see you later, yeah?"

As Rafe's lips touched your hair, a shiver ran down your spine, but not from the cold rain. It was a bittersweet moment, filled with tenderness and longing. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to savor the fleeting warmth before pulling away reluctantly. "Goodnight, Rafe," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the rain.

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Days had passed since your altercation with Sophia at Rafe's house, yet your mind still played over the events incessantly, haunted by her threats and what weight they held. You managed to keep your distance from JJ in attempts to make the breakup easier on him, since it definitely wasn’t easy going through a breakup with someone you basically live with. You kept yourself busy with chores around the house and visiting Sarah whenever you felt the weight of the situation pressing too hard on your shoulders.

Each time you caught sight of JJ in the Chateau, your heart twisted with guilt and sadness. His once bright and carefree demeanor seemed clouded with a hint of bitterness, and you couldn’t help but feel responsible for the change. It hurt you deeply to see him this way, knowing that your choices had contributed to his pain.

You kept yourself busy and out of JJ's way, spending most of your time either in your room or spending time solely with Kiara and Sarah instead. Aside from a few awkward encounters, things were civil between you and JJ, although he had yet to have any idea that you were in contact with Rafe, which would've waged an even bigger war than you could handle.

One evening, Kiara came bursting into your room while you and Sarah were binge-watching some dumb reality TV show. She had a giant grin on her face, her excitement practically radiating off her.

"Guys, what would you say if I suggested we go to a pool party?" she smirked, her statement causing both you and Sarah to sit up straight.

"Whose?" you asked, intrigued by her sudden enthusiasm.

"Some touron I met at the Wreck today," Kiara replied, her grin widening. "Apparently, his family owns this huge vacation house he hosts parties at every summer."

Sarah's eyes lit up with excitement. "A pool party sounds like just what we need! We've been cooped up here way too long."

You felt a flicker of excitement too, though it was tinged with apprehension. "Do you think it'll be fun? I mean, it's not like we know anyone there."

"That's the best part," Kiara said, plopping down on the bed next to you. "It's a chance to meet new people, have some fun, and maybe forget about all the drama for a while. Come on, we could all use a break."

Sarah nudged you playfully. "She's right. Plus, it'll be good for you to get out and enjoy yourself. You've been through a lot lately."

You sighed, considering their words. The idea of a carefree night sounded appealing, especially after everything that had happened with JJ and Rafe. Maybe a pool party was exactly what you needed to clear your head and have a little fun.

"Okay," you finally agreed, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Let's do it."

"Yes!" Kiara exclaimed, jumping up with excitement. "It's going to be awesome. Trust me."

The three of you spent the next hour getting ready, picking out your best swimsuits and summer outfits. Kiara helped you choose a flattering bikini, and Sarah lent you a cute cover-up. You all spent time perfecting your looks, experimenting with different hairstyles and makeup.

You stood in front of your mirror with a newfound sense of confidence, admiring your reflection. The dark red string bikini hugged your curves perfectly, and the two low ponytails on each side added a playful touch to your look. As you observed yourself, you couldn't help but wonder for a moment what Rafe would think if he saw you right now. The thought of him seeing you like this, rather than random men at some party, sent a shiver down your spine.

You turned slightly, checking out your outfit from different angles, feeling both bold and a little nervous. The bikini was daring, more revealing than anything you’d worn in a while, and the ponytails gave you a youthful, carefree appearance. It was exactly the look you needed for tonight—a night where you intended to leave all your worries behind and just have fun.

"Looking good," Kiara's voice broke through your thoughts. She stood in the doorway, already dressed in a vibrant blue swimsuit that complemented her tan. "I'd definitely hit on you if I was a dude."

You chuckled, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. "Thanks, Kie. I needed that."

"Seriously, though," she continued, stepping into the room and giving you an approving once-over. "You look amazing. Ready to turn some heads tonight?"

"I hope so," you replied, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. "I just... I hope I can have fun and forget about everything for a while."

Kiara nodded understandingly. "That's the plan. Now, let's go make some memories."

Sarah popped her head in the door, her eyes widening with approval as she took in your outfit. "Damn, y/n! You look incredible. We’re definitely going to turn heads tonight."

"Thanks, Sarah," you said, feeling a surge of confidence. "Let's get going!"

The three of you left the room, chatting excitedly about the party and what you hoped to experience. As you arrived at the vacation house, the sound of music and laughter filled the air, much louder than you had anticipated. The house was even more impressive than Kiara had described, with a sprawling backyard, a sparkling pool, and twinkling lights hanging from the trees. The party was already in full swing, with people mingling, dancing, and lounging by the pool.

"Wow," Sarah breathed, taking it all in. "This place is incredible."

You found a table near the pool and placed your things down, feeling the energy of the party wash over you. The music was loud, the air was warm, and for the first time in a while, you felt a sense of freedom.

"Hey, you wanna get a drink?" Kiara asked, nudging you playfully.

"Sure," you replied, following her to the bar set up on the patio. You ordered a fruity cocktail and took a sip, savoring the sweet and tangy flavors.

"It's hot, I'm gonna get in the pool!" Sarah yelled to both of you over the music, her enthusiasm cutting through the night. She took off running, wasting no time before diving into the lit-up pool a few feet away. Her laughter mingled with the splashes as she joined the others already swimming.

"She's wild," Kiara chuckled, shaking her head. "I don't think even John B can tame her."

You laughed, watching Sarah splash around. "Yeah, she's got a spirit that's hard to pin down."

Kiara nudged you playfully. "What about you? Are you going to join her or stay here and keep me company?"

You considered Kiara's question for a moment, debating between another drink or getting into the pool. The cool water looked inviting, but you felt like you needed a bit more time to settle in and get comfortable with the party's atmosphere. Besides, a little more liquid courage couldn't hurt.

"I think I'll grab another drink first," you decided with a grin.

Kiara nodded, her eyes twinkling. "Good call. Let's get something strong!"

You both made your way to the other bar set up in a corner of the yard. It was a makeshift setup, but it was stocked with an impressive variety of drinks. The bartender, a guy around your age with a friendly smile, greeted you as you approached.

"What can I get for you ladies?" he asked, wiping down the counter.

Kiara leaned in, eyeing the selection. "Two margaritas, please. Extra strong."

You chuckled at her enthusiasm. "Yeah, extra strong sounds good."

As the bartender mixed your drinks, you glanced around, taking in the scene. The party was in full swing, with people dancing, chatting, and laughing. The air was filled with the scent of chlorine from the pool, mixed with the aroma of grilled food from a nearby barbecue. Strings of fairy lights twinkled above, casting a warm glow over everything.

The bartender handed you your drinks, and you took a sip, savoring the tart, refreshing flavor. "Perfect," you said, raising your glass to Kiara.

"To a night of fun and forgetting all our worries," Kiara toasted, clinking her glass against yours.

You both took long sips, the alcohol warming you from the inside out. As you chatted with Kiara, you felt the tension of the past few days start to melt away. It was good to be surrounded by friends, to let loose and enjoy the moment.

Just as you were starting to relax, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You pulled it out and saw a text from Rafe: "Can we talk?"

Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn't seen or spoken to Rafe since the confrontation with Sophia, and you were still processing everything that had happened. But part of you was also eager to hear what he had to say.

Kiara noticed the change in your expression. "Everything okay?"

You brushed off Kiara's concern and maintained your composure, not wanting her to worry. "It's nothing, just my boss texting me about work," you said with a reassuring smile. Kiara gave you a curious look but didn't press further, allowing you to keep your thoughts to yourself.

Once you were sure she had bought your story, you quickly typed a reply to Rafe, asking, "What's up?" and hit send. The party continued to buzz around you, with music thumping and people laughing, but your mind was now focused on your phone.

Your heart skipped a beat as Rafe's message popped up on your screen almost immediately.

"I saw you were here at the party. I need to see you." You read it over, feeling a rush of emotions flooding through you. Despite the lively atmosphere of the party, you suddenly felt a wave of nervousness wash over you.

You quickly glanced around, checking to see if anyone was paying attention to you. Kiara was engaged in conversation with a group of people across the pool, and Sarah was nowhere in sight. Taking a deep breath, you typed out a response to Rafe: "Okay, where are you?"

His reply came almost immediately: "By the keg near the pool."

Your pulse quickened as you read the message. Without another thought, you excused yourself from the conversation with Kiara, making up some excuse about needing some fresh air.

Your heart raced as you walked around the yard, your eyes scanning the lively scene for the keg by the pool. The lump in your throat tightened with each step, the thought of being face-to-face with Rafe for the first time in days overwhelming your senses. You knew you couldn't hide from him forever, and brushing your feelings away wasn't an option anymore.

The music thumped in the background, a heavy bass line that seemed to sync with your racing heartbeat. The partygoers were lost in their own worlds, laughter and chatter filling the air, but your mind was solely focused on Rafe. You needed to confront your emotions, no matter how daunting the prospect seemed.

As you approached the pool, you spotted the keg, a small group gathered around it. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the inevitable encounter. The pool's surface shimmered under the party lights, creating a surreal, almost dreamlike atmosphere. You grabbed a plastic cup, filled it with beer, and took a long sip, hoping to calm your nerves.

Just then, you felt a presence beside you. Turning slightly, you saw Rafe standing there, his expression unreadable. The air seemed to thicken around you, the noise of the party fading into the background as your eyes locked onto his.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice barely audible over the music.

"Hey," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the tumultuous emotions swirling inside you.

Rafe took a step closer, his gaze intense. "I had no idea you'd be here. Who'd you come with?"

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as you met Rafe's gaze. His presence was overwhelming, and the intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel the weight of his question, and for a moment, the noise of the party seemed to fade into the background.

"I came with Kiara and Sarah," you replied, your voice steady but quiet. "I guess Kiara met this guy while she was working the Wreck and he invited her, so she asked us to come."

Rafe nodded, his expression softening slightly, though there was still a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "I didn't expect to see you here," he admitted, his voice low. "I thought these parties weren't your thing."

You shrugged, trying to play it off casually despite the pounding of your heart. "They're not, really. But I needed a distraction." You glanced around, avoiding his gaze. "Things have been... complicated."

Rafe nodded, his eyes tauntingly flickering back and forth between yours as he observed the features of your face intently. "I get it," he swallowed hard, his jaw clenching for a mere second. "I just... really needed to see you. I haven't heard from you since the other day."

You felt a pang of guilt as you heard the raw vulnerability in his voice. "I'm sorry, Rafe. It's not you.. It's just been hard dealing with the whole JJ thing."

Rafe took a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "I understand. I just... I can't stand the thought of losing you again."

You glanced down at your hands, twisting them nervously. "It's just so complicated. With JJ, with Sophia, with everything."

Rafe stepped closer, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. The contact sent a shiver down your spine, your skin tingling where he touched you. "I know it's complicated. But you don't have to worry about anything. I—I've got this thing figured out."

You looked up at him, your eyes searching his face for any sign of uncertainty. "How can you be so sure?" you asked, your voice wavering.

Rafe's hand lingered on your cheek, his thumb tracing a gentle path along your skin. "Because I know what I want," he said firmly. "And I want you. I've spent too much time regretting what happened between us to let anything come between us now."

The sincerity in his voice made your heart ache. You wanted to believe him, to trust that he had everything under control, but the events of the past few days had left you feeling vulnerable and uncertain. "It's just... Sophia made some threats. I don't want to make things harder for you."

Rafe's jaw tightened at the mention of Sophia. "I'll handle Sophia," he said, his voice resolute. "She doesn't get to decide our future, and she sure as hell isn't going to lay a hand on you."

You nodded slowly, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. "I just don't want to cause more problems."

"You're not causing problems," Rafe insisted, his eyes locking onto yours with a fierce determination. "We're in this together. Nobody is gonna do shit to you, I promise."

His words, filled with conviction, sent a surge of warmth through you. You looked up at him, your eyes searching his face, trying to gauge just how much he meant it. The intensity in his gaze left little doubt.

"But what about Sophia?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "She seemed pretty determined to make trouble."

Rafe shook his head, a determined set to his jaw. "I'll handle Sophia. She doesn't get to decide how this goes. This is between you and me."

You nodded, but before you could respond, you heard an unfortunately familiar voice come up from behind Rafe. "Rafe! Come on, we're doing shots." You saw a tall blond boy approach, his presence cutting through the moment you were sharing with Rafe. It was Topper.

You rolled your eyes, glaring up at him with annoyance evident on your face. "Oh hey, y/n," Topper greeted, a smirk playing on his lips. "Didn't think I'd see you here."

"Topper," you replied curtly, crossing your arms. "Always a pleasure."

Rafe sighed, clearly frustrated by the interruption. "Top, not now," he said, glancing over his shoulder. "We're kind of in the middle of something."

Topper raised an eyebrow, looking between the two of you. "Middle of what? You know what, never mind," he shrugged, not really waiting for an answer. "We're about to do shots by the pool. You coming or what?"

You looked over at Rafe with a shrug. "You should go. I need to see Sarah and Kiara before they think I got lost anyways. I'll catch you before I leave."

Rafe hesitated, his eyes searching yours for a moment longer before he nodded. "Alright, but don't forget. We still need to talk."

"I won't forget," you promised, offering him a small smile.

As Rafe turned to rejoin Topper by the pool, you took a deep breath and made your way through the crowd, searching for Sarah and Kiara. The party was in full swing, the music loud and the air thick with laughter and chatter. It didn't take long to spot Sarah, her blonde hair glistening under the colorful lights as she danced by the pool.

"Hey! There you are," Sarah called out when she saw you, waving you over. "We were starting to wonder where you went."

Kiara, standing beside Sarah with a drink in hand, gave you a knowing look. "Yeah, you disappeared on us. Everything okay?"

You nodded, forcing a smile as you joined them. "Yeah, everything's fine. Just work stuff."

Sarah arched an eyebrow, clearly not buying it but choosing not to press the issue. "Well, we're glad you're back. Come on, let's dance!"

As Sarah pulled you onto the makeshift dance floor, Kiara gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "If you need to talk, we're here," she said softly, her eyes full of understanding.

You nodded gratefully, allowing yourself to get lost in the music for a while. It was a welcome distraction, the beat of the music and the energy of the party temporarily pushing aside the turmoil in your mind.

After a few songs, you excused yourself to get another drink. As you made your way to the keg, you couldn't help but glance around, wondering where Rafe was and what he was doing. The thought of your earlier conversation lingered in your mind, and you knew that talking to him later was inevitable.

You reached the keg and got a drink, taking a moment to compose yourself. As you took a sip, you felt a presence beside you. Turning, you were met with the face of the last person you wanted to see—Sophia. Shock registered on your face as you took in the sight of her standing there, her expression unreadable.

"Sophia," you said, your voice betraying your surprise and confusion.

She looked at you with a mix of amusement and disdain. "What, surprised to see me here?" she asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. "What do you want, Sophia?"

She took a step closer, invading your personal space. "I want you to know that I'm not backing down," she said, her eyes narrowing. "Rafe might be playing his little games, but I'm not going to let you waltz back into his life and mess things up."

You felt a surge of anger rise within you. "This isn't a game to me, Sophia. I care about Rafe. This isn't about winning or losing."

Sophia scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're so naive. Do you really think you can just come back here and everything will be fine? Rafe's moved on. Maybe you should too."

You clenched your jaw, trying to keep your composure. "You don't know anything about what Rafe and I have been through."

"Maybe not," she admitted with a smirk. "But I do know that I'm not going anywhere. So you'd better watch your back."

You furrowed your brows at her, scoffing with unamusement. "I'm not doing this with you, Sophia. I don't care about whatever scheme you have planned in your head. I have bigger things to worry about than your stupid shit—"

Before you could finish your sentence, you felt a force shove you backwards, and before you knew it, you were submerged underwater. The shock of the cold water took your breath away, and you instinctively swallowed a large gulp of water, panic flooding your senses. You flailed, struggling to find the surface, but the initial shock had disoriented you.

The sounds of the party were muted, distorted by the water around you. Your lungs burned as you kicked and pushed, desperately trying to reach the surface. Just as you came in and out of consciousness, you suddenly felt as if you were floating out of the water, lifted up in the arms of someone unknown as your vision was completely blacked out and hazy.

Your senses were disoriented, the once vibrant lights of the party now mere blurs in the darkness. The muffled sounds of laughter and music faded into a distant hum as you felt yourself being carried away from the chaos. The cold air stung your wet skin, but the strong, steady arms around you provided a strange sense of comfort amidst the confusion.

As the hands pressed urgently against your chest, you struggled to focus, the sounds around you muffled and distant. The voice calling out to you seemed to echo in your ears, but you couldn't quite grasp onto it.

You felt yourself slipping further into darkness, the sensation of drowning still haunting your senses. Panic surged through you as you tried to respond, but your body felt heavy and unresponsive.

Suddenly, a sharp intake of breath pierced the fog in your mind, followed by the urgent sound of footsteps approaching. Through the haze, you saw blurry figures leaning over you, their features distorted.

"Y/n, hey, hey. Stay with me, alright? C'mon!" The voice was urgent, tinged with desperation. It sounded familiar, a lifeline in the suffocating darkness.

Rafe's voice cut through the confusion like a blade, sharp with anger and urgency. "Who the fuck did this?" he demanded, his tone commanding attention as he scanned the crowd, his gaze piercing through the chaos. You felt a surge of relief at his presence, his strong hand gripping yours tightly as if to reassure you of his protective stance. Through the haze of your mind, you strained to focus on his words, the anger in his voice resonating deep within you.

As the onlookers murmured in response to Rafe's question, his grip on your hand tightened, his eyes blazing with a fierce determination. You could sense the fury simmering beneath his calm exterior, a storm waiting to be unleashed upon whoever was responsible for your distress.

With effort, you managed to muster the strength to speak, your voice trembling with the weight of your accusation. "Sophia," you managed to croak out, the name heavy on your tongue as you met Rafe's gaze with a mix of frustration and defiance.

Rafe's expression darkened at the mention of her name, his jaw clenched in barely contained rage. "I'll deal with her," he vowed, his voice a low growl that brooked no argument.

Rafe's eyes narrowed as he caught sight of Sophia behind him, her smug expression etched into his mind like a brand. "You did this!" he bellowed, his accusation slicing through the air like a blade. His gaze bore into Sophia's, a mixture of fury and disbelief burning in his eyes.

Sophia's smirk only widened as she shrugged nonchalantly, taking a casual sip of her drink. "Oops, clumsy me," she taunted, her voice laced with sarcasm as she feigned innocence.

The veins in Rafe's neck bulged with fury, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. His entire body quivered with suppressed rage, the intensity of his anger palpable in the air around him. "Don't you dare fucking touch her ever again," he spat, his voice low and dangerous. "Matter of fact, don't even come near her or I'll make this whole island hell for you."

His words hung in the air like a threat, each syllable dripping with the promise of retribution. The ferocity in his gaze bore into Sophia, leaving no room for doubt that he meant every word he said. Sophia's smirk faltered, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features as she recoiled slightly from Rafe's simmering rage. For a brief moment, the facade of arrogance crumbled, revealing the underlying fear beneath.

But just as quickly, Sophia regained her composure, masking her unease with a defiant glare. "C'mon, Rafe," she retorted, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her bravado. "You don't need that dirty pogue weighing you down for the rest of your life. she doesn't even have a family for fuck sake!" Her words cut through the air like a knife, each syllable laced with venom. Her attempt to undermine you was evident in the contemptuous tone of her voice, but beneath the surface bravado, there was a hint of insecurity.

Rafe's jaw tightened at her words, his fists clenching even harder at his sides as he turned to face her. "Don't you dare talk about her like that," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "She's worth more than you ever wish you could be." His words echoed with a fierce protectiveness, a stark contrast to the venom in Sophia's tone. The intensity of his gaze bore into her, daring her to challenge him further.

But Sophia recoiled, her facade of confidence faltering in the face of Rafe's unwavering resolve. For a moment, she was silenced by his unwavering defense of you, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features before she masked it with a defiant sneer.

"How could you choose her, Rafe? She left you! I was there when she wasn't, remember? I was there for you, asshole!" Sophia's voice rose in pitch, her frustration and bitterness palpable in every word. Her attempt to discredit you and manipulate Rafe's emotions was evident in the desperation of her tone, but her words only served to further ignite the fire within him.

Rafe turned to face Sophia once more, his expression hardened with resolve. "Yeah, and if she never left I would've never been with you. I will always choose her." His words cut through the tension like a knife, his resolve unwavering as he reaffirmed his loyalty to you. The weight of his declaration hung heavily in the air, a testament to the depth of his feelings and the strength of your connection.

Sophia flinched, her front crumbling as his words pierced through her defenses. In that moment, she realized that she was fighting a losing battle, her attempts to sway Rafe futile against the unwavering bond he shared with you.

Sophia's hands clenched into fists at her sides, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. She looked at Rafe with a mix of hurt and anger, her eyes flashing with betrayal. "You promised me, Rafe," she accused, her voice trembling with emotion. "You said we were in this together, that you loved me."

But Rafe's expression remained resolute, his jaw set in determination. "I know what I said, Sophia," he replied evenly, his voice steady despite the turmoil around them. "But things have changed. I can't keep pretending that this is what I want."

Sophia's tears spilled over, her resolve crumbling as she stared at Rafe with desperate pleading. "Please, Rafe," she begged, her voice choked with emotion. "Don't do this to me. Don't leave me."

But Rafe stood his ground, his gaze unwavering as he gently shook his head. "No, Soph," he said softly, his tone filled with regret. "But I have to do what's right for me."

Sophia's tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked around the party, her face a mix of embarrassment and shame. Disbelief was etched across her features, her mouth agape as she blinked rapidly, trying to process the situation. "Okay," she nodded slowly, her voice breaking with a sniffle. "Yeah. That's fine, it's not like I wasted two years of my life on you or anything."

Rafe's expression softened, guilt flickering in his eyes as he took in the depth of her hurt. "Sophia, I never meant for it to end like this," he said, his voice low and remorseful. "I did care about you, but I can't keep lying to myself or to you."

Sophia shook her head, tears still flowing. "Just... go to her, Rafe," she said bitterly, wiping her face with the back of her hand. "You always will anyway."

With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs as she pushed through the crowd. Rafe watched her go, a mix of relief and sadness washing over him. He then turned his attention back to you, where you lay on the concrete, his heart aching with the need to make sure you were okay.

"Hey," he whispered, kneeling beside you again, his voice tender and filled with concern. "Are you alright? Can you hear me?"

You nodded weakly, your vision slowly clearing as you looked up at him. The party around you seemed distant, the sounds muffled as you focused on Rafe's face. "I'm okay," you managed to say, your voice hoarse from the ordeal.

Rafe let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, relief flooding through him. "I'm so sorry, y/n," he murmured, gently brushing a strand of wet hair from your face. "I should have been there sooner."

You gave him a small, tired smile, reaching up to touch his hand. "It's okay, Rafe," you said softly. "It's not your fault."

Rafe's eyes softened, his worry evident as he gently helped you sit up. The sounds of the party seemed distant, muted by the intensity of the moment. He sighed, running a hand through his wet hair, clearly struggling with his emotions.

"I'm just glad you're okay," he said, his voice thick with relief. "I was so scared when I saw you go under."

You nodded, still feeling the aftershocks of what had just happened. "I'm okay now," you reassured him, squeezing his hand gently.

Rafe helped you to your feet, keeping a protective arm around you as you stood. You could see the concern in his eyes, mixed with a fierce determination to keep you safe.

"I won't let anyone hurt you again," he vowed, his voice steady and resolute.

Before you could respond, you looked up to see Kiara and Sarah standing in front of you, their faces ridden with shock and concern. Sarah's eyes flickered between you and Kiara, who was clearly piecing things together. Although your mind was still a bit foggy, your heart fell into your stomach as Kiara's confusion turned to suspicion.

"Rafe, what are you doing here?" Kiara asked disgustedly, folding her arms tightly across her chest.

Rafe's protective stance didn't waver. He looked directly at Kiara, his expression a mix of defensiveness and sincerity. "I was here for the party, Kiara. I didn't know y/n would be here," he replied, his voice firm.

Kiara's eyes narrowed as she looked between the two of you, trying to make sense of the situation. "And why are you with him, y/n?" she demanded, her voice tinged with a mixture of betrayal and concern.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself and find the right words. "Kie, it's not like that. He was just helping me—"

"And you let him?" Kiara interrupted, her voice rising in disbelief and hurt. Her arms were still tightly folded across her chest, and her eyes bore into you with an intensity that made you flinch.

Sarah, sensing the rising tension, placed a hand on Kiara's arm. "Let's not do this here," she suggested gently. "Y/n needs to rest. We can talk about this later."

Kiara shoved Sarah's hand off, her attention locked back on you. "No. Why would you even talk to him, y/n? After everything he has done to us? To John B?" Her words hit you like a punch to the gut, the weight of the situation crashing down on you. You could see the hurt and betrayal in Kiara's eyes, and it made your heart ache.

"Kie, it's not that simple," you tried to explain, your voice wavering. "I've been through a lot with Rafe, and we both have things we need to work through. It's complicated."

Kiara's eyes flashed with anger. "Complicated? He's caused so much pain for all of us. You know that better than anyone."

Rafe rolled his eyes, scoffing at Kiara's attitude. "I haven't done shit to you, Kie. And besides, this has nothing to do with you."

Kiara bristled at his words, her jaw clenched in frustration. "Everything has to do with me when it involves my friends," she shot back, her tone sharp. "And last I checked, you've caused plenty of trouble for us."

Rafe shook his head, frustration evident in his voice. "You're holding onto shit that happened two years ago, Kie!"

"Well, it still affects us, Rafe! John B's life is ruined because of you!" Kiara shot back, her tone sharp with accusation.

Your heart raced as you struggled to find the right words to explain the situation, your mind racing with a hundred different thoughts at once. "I know it does, Kiara, but..." you started, your voice trailing off as you searched for the right words to defend yourself.

"But what, y/n?" Kiara's tone was laced with disappointment and frustration. "How could you even think about associating with him after everything he's done? Is that why you broke up with JJ?"

The weight of her accusation hung heavy in the air, and you felt the heat of embarrassment rise to your cheeks as you struggled to find a response. "No, Kiara, it's not like that," you protested, your voice tinged with desperation.

Kiara's expression softened slightly at your words, but her disappointment was still evident in her eyes. "I just... I can't believe you, y/n," she said softly, her voice tinged with sadness as she turned away from you.

"Kie please—" You stared, but before you could finish, Kiara stormed off past you. Sarah shot you a sympathetic "I'm sorry this is happening" look at you before chasing after her. You stood there, the weight of Kiara's words heavy on your heart as you watched her storm off into the crowd. Sarah's sympathetic look only added to the guilt gnawing at your insides, leaving you feeling utterly alone in the midst of the lively party.

Rafe's presence beside you was a small comfort, but even he couldn't chase away the nagging doubts and regrets swirling in your mind. You turned to him, opening your mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, you stood in silence, staring off into the distance as the chaos of the party continued around you.

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[weebsinstash]

some random poly yandere staticradio soulmate stuff because it literally will not leave my head

- just picture you've been dead for a small handful of months and you're at home in your apartment just absolutely exhausted when suddenly not one but two soulmate strings appear on your hand and within like 2 minutes you've got someone knocking on your front door. It turns out the two of them were about to have some sort of spar or fight or competition that put both of them in the area at the exact same time and they both meet you for the first time together

- I like the idea that since they just show up at your apartment, it becomes a trend of you coming home and they've already let themselves in, and it's always both of them. They're very open about not trusting leaving the other alone with you so you're just constantly getting double exposure from two super insecure looney tunes dudes who are constantly competing with each other

- i keep gravitating towards a Reader who is, not quite hostile to them but is immediately overwhelmed and turned off by their presence because you're still very overwhelmed about being dead and being stuck working in Hell's rat race and meanwhile these two grown men are coming on to you VERY strong and it's just a lot of pressure very suddenly, so, you're basically very up-front about telling both of them you don't want any sort of relationship right now, and they just. Are convinced it's simply a matter of warming up your heart and letting you get comfortable with them, so they're just CONSTANTLY showing up unannounced trying to get you to go out and do things with them. They're always trying to sneak behind each other's backs and see you in private but for some suspicious reason you're never alone with one of them for very long before the other seems to catch wind, almost as if they're also spying on each other--

- given that in this scenario, the boys are being extremely pushy and Reader is kind of actively telling them to fuck off, I keep thinking of Reader deciding the only way to get rid of them is to make them hate you or think you're annoying and you start deliberately playing favorites back and forth to make them fight. You're just so overwhelmed with... everything, your life, your death, your trauma, that part of you just says "let them kill each other in a rage, rhen you won't have to deal with either"

... but like you'll go to mock and insult and tease them and they think it's cute??? They think you're funny??? You could literally look Alastor directly in the eyes as you verbally unload an entire magazine of psychological ammunition against him as you tell him exactly what he comes off as to you, how he's clearly playing a character, how it's so obvious he has some deep trauma eating away inside of him, a deep hole that can never be filled, and you could say some things that could CUT deep for anyone else, and he'd, bark out laughing in your face. "Aren't YOU quite the spitfire!! I see you've got a silver-tongue!" and he's almost PRAISING your attempts to get under his skin???

You say things to these two that would make other people either cry or viciously beat your ass and they'll just, all but coo at you. Aren't you so smart for being able to pinpoint their deep insecurities and dig into them in the most hurtful ways :) you could rant at Alastor about how "if his mom gave half a damn about raising him, he wouldn't be in Hell" and he'll somehow mansplain manipulate malewife you into traumadumping about your own mom

-when you want to make them argue or pit them against each other, you rub in one of their faces all the things you have in common and like to do with the other one. Alastor could be absolutely verbally tearing Vox into pieces and have him almost reduced to tears and you'll stroll through the room looking for your hair brush, "at least I'll be having sex with him" and then casually strolling back out while Alastor is SCANDALIZED. Drunk Reader calling out to Alastor, "noooo, don't bully my dorky little TV, he's got that dick I need 😋"

Vox is annoying you? You make direct eye contact with him as you sit yourself down next to Alastor and turn to him, "you know, beau, I was hoping you and I could go out to a jazz club and I could learn a little about dancing! Does that sound like it could be fun?" and of course Alastor now gets the delicious opportunity to spend time with you and know he's engaging his rival to no ends

-Just, it eventually just getting really petty and cute tbh. You're cooking and Alastor takes a taste and makes some comment you don't like and you just holler over your shoulder, "Vox honey, my FAVORITE soulmate, do you want me to fix you a plate to eat?" and he's all but racing into the kitchen to see you (and watch Alastor fume). Everyone is constantly pissing each other off but the second like, Vox is showing up at your front door alone and Alastor is running suspiciously late, it's not just one of you that starts getting concerned. It's like. A lil family almost. Of nasty people annoying the shit out of each other and then getting drunk and making out

- ok... ok... this is a very specific scenario but i keep thinking about it and I just.... imagine if after being kind of cold and distant or like reluctantly affectionate with them for a prolonged period of time you eventually are a direct witness to like.... you basically happen to be out in public at the right place at the right time to see Valentino putting his hands on Vox. And you just kind. Explode. And have some sort of powers of your own where you're just basically pummeling Valentino and helping Vox to his feet, and his face is all busted up so maybe he can't even see or hear properly but he knows you're there and it's you helping him up and, you wind up either helping him all the way back home or you run into a random radio somewhere while Alastor is on the air and you just start bawling and begging for his help. He just immediately ends his broadcast and comes to find you totally sobbing over Vox as you try to keep all the falling pieces of his screen in place, cutting your fingers on them, not knowing how to fix him, IF he can be fixed, you just don't know--

Vox holding your hand even though he can't talk while Alastor helps take charge and calm you down. He takes the both of you somewhere else, somewhere safe, and after leaving you waiting alone for a while, they both reappear. Alastor has helped repair Vox, but with an older model of television, either the same kind if not the exact same one that Vox used to have. He can repair this guy, but he refuses to touch modern tech. Besides, maybe he thinks this suits Vox better anyways, and, you're just so relieved he can talk and see again, and there wasn't much you could have done to help on your end, so, you're just, crying with relief that he's all better, basically bear hugging the both of them as you apologize for how mean you've been and, you'll give them a chance, it's just really a lot right now, and maybe if they gave you some more space--

but they'll refuse, because for one, why would they spend any time away from you, that's stupid 🥺 like deadass them just giving you the most genuine smiles and just "give you space? why would we ever do that? You're our soulmate" in just like, the most heinously loving way possible 😭❤️ you're gonna constantly wake up with one or both of them standing over you and you're going to LIKE IT--

[lovebugism]

eddie munson with glasses.

✶ ┄ THE GLASSES DEBACLE !

summary: eddie thinks his glasses are the least metal thing ever. you prove him wrong. pairing: eddie munson / f!reader warnings: a little bit of smut but nothing crazy 18+ mdni! a/n: i don't know if this is a blurb request or not but it's been haunting me. because yeah. i literally haven't been right since joesph quinn wore those stupid glasses and i'm scared that I'll never recover </3

( MASTERLIST )

seeing eddie with his glasses on is a little like spotting a mythical creature in the forest

he never ever wears them

and when he does, it’s because he’s got the trailer to himself with no one around to catch him with them on but wayne

because to eddie, his glasses are the least metal thing in the universe

they’re clear, circular frames with super thick lenses that make his eyes look bigger than normal

he hates them

and he’d rather walk through the world half-blind and suffer the headaches than wear them in public

because he doesn’t want to hear shit from the rest of hellfire and there’s no way jason carver would ever shut up abt it if he saw them

but you seeing him in them might be the worst

he takes pride in being the freak-show-outcast-metalhead-bad-boy boyfriend

and he’s scared of losing cool points with you

which is dumb because you two are so head over heels for each other that him wearing his stupid glasses doesn't matter

but he still feels the need to impress you

he does a pretty good job at keeping them hidden at first

then you find them in the drawer of his nightstand while looking for condoms

both of you made a pretty hasty attempt to get naked

eddie’s only got his underwear on with the hem of them tucked under his balls

and you’ve still got his shirt on with your panties slid to the side

you’re straddling his lap and leaning over to grab a rubber

then you spot them

“i didn’t know you wore glasses!!”

“that’s because i didn’t want you to”

“but why :(”

you slip them on over your own face and they your eyes bug out a little

you have to blink a couple times to get used to everything being so much closer

meanwhile eddie’s just kinda beaming to himself

because you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen

like the cutest little bug <3

then you try to slip them over his face and he’s dodging you

because “they’re not sexy on him"

and you’re just like “i’ll be the judge of that >:(”

to make a long fucking story short

you end up fucking him in his glasses to prove that they are, in fact, sexy as fuck

they slid down his face the entire time so you had to keep pushing them back up the bridge of his nose

after, like, the fourth time, he got fed up with them and tried to take them off

but you grabbed his wrist to stop him

right before coming so hard over his lap that you’re twitching against his thighs

and he wasn’t too far behind you

needless to say, he starts wearing them a whole lot more

only around you ofc

i’m just picturing a very sickly, sweet domestic affair

you’re lying on his bed, naked with the sheets wrapped around you, propped up against his headboard with a book in your lap

and he’s lying just below you with his back against the bed

with his hair is tied back because.. yeah

and he’s got his glasses on while he scribbles in an old composition journal

trying to come up with a new dnd campaign

he’s only wearing a pair of boxers so his slutty little waist is on display

and he’s doing that cute little thign with tongue because he’s so concentrated

when his eyes get tired after staring at them for so long, he’ll rub at them with a scrunched face from underneath his glasses

and every once and a while, you’ll hear him huff and then a riiip when he tears the page out of his notebook when he gets frustrated

you won’t say anything

you’ll just reach a hand down to scratch gently at his scalp to soothe him

or you'll rest your palm against his chest and the small bits of hair scattered there to feel his heart beating

now i’m just sad

[only-the-moon-will-tell]

Headcannon: Poly relationship! With Noah and Nick

A/N: Now my intention was for this to be a lil fluff piece but somebody and I'm not saying names or nothing @artificialbreezy 👀👀 was discussing something with me and brought out my whore mindset and so here we are 🤷🏾‍♀️

- imagine you come downstairs one morning and you see Noah cooking breakfast while Nick is sitting up on the counter and they're just talking and joking

- Thankfully they don't see you yet so you just stand there with your arms crossed in awe watching them filled with nothing but love in your eyes and amazed at how you got so lucky

- Noah perks up and says "hey it's almost done you wanna go get y/n?"

- And Nick hops down from the counter and turns to leave and sees you standing there and jumps "oh shit you scared me how long have you been there?" You don't answer as your too zoned out

- Nick comes closer and taps your shoulder and waves a hand in front of you "hellloooo earth to y/n" which snaps you out of it

- You shake your head and look at nick not quite looking him in the eyes (his eyes are so pretty I'd fucking panic I'm sorry)

- Lots of "yes princess?" And you going "yes my love?"

- Physical touch! One of them is always touching you whether it be laying their head in your lap when chilling on the couch or an arm around your shoulder in public they just need to touch you!!

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- NSFW

- Noah? Daddy Kink

- Nick? Sir AND Daddy kink

- When it's just the three of you at home you just call them "daddy" or "sir" because that's their name now no discussion 🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️

- Degrading 🤝 Praising

- As Miley Cyrus says ✨ You get the best of both worlds ✨

- "Oh look at that our little slut does know how to follow instructions"

- If you're a brat then it's OVER

- Cause Noah? Oh he might lessen up on you if he thinks you're learning your lesson but nick? He stops when he knows you've learned it

it doesn't matter if it's writing line while one of them is stuffed deep inside you and filling you with cum you better still be writing those lines and they better be legible or it's just gonna get worse for you

Or maybe they'll tie you up to a chair and attach a vibrator to you but it'll barely touch your clit giving you just the bare minimum to keep you on edge for as long as they want you too

noah would probably eat you out (he's a fucking MUNCH i just know it) meanwhile Nick is holding you down making sure you can't squirm away while just saying shit like "aww you look so pretty when you cry"

or or "don't beg him to stop now you wanted this didn't you?"

- Nick has a dacryphilia kink so when you have tears running down your face Noah might soften a little bit on you it just eggs nick on more

- He wants to see how many more tears he can make you cry

- Not his fault you look so pretty when you're ruined behind repair

- "Aww your mascara is running a little baby...here let's make it run a little more"

- Their favorite part of ruining your makeup? Your lipstick of course

- It's all smudged and nearly gone cause they had to put that fucking mouth of yours to work

- Its not their fault you decided to keep running your mouth all day talking about how they weren't gonna do anything to you and they were just so so weak

- Now here you are hands tied behind your back and hair an absolute fucking mess cause they can't stop yanking it and caressing your head as your struggle to take them in your mouth

- "Finally getting to put this filthy mouth to good use"

- One would grab ahold of your hair so you can't move while the other grabs your face so they can fuck your throat just how they like it

- Spit running down your chin and onto your chest but don't worry! They fuck your pretty tits too and paint them with cum

- Facials!!!! Gotta make sure you don't forget who's cumdump you are

- They probably jerked off at the same time so you could be covered with both of their cum

- "Open up and tongue out princess" and *click* there goes another picture to add to their private folders

They're favorite part of it all tho? when you're so far gone you can't even think let alone speak

"You gonna keep acting like a fucking brat?" and all you can do is babble about absolute nonsense and moan in response

[quiet-saint]

𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞/𝐆𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Pairing: Dante/Gn!reader

Cw: +18/mdni, sorry my hand slipped and it got nsfw at the end my bad gang.

A/n: lowkey a warm up bc I want to expand on this later. Also new to hc format. Not really proofread as always.

♡

• Values privacy when it comes to your relationship. Doesn't want you to have to endure the press/paparazzi or potential stalkers so he does his absolute best to keep your relationship secret.

• Honestly will get you anything. Constantly lavishing you with gifts. Lowkey a sugar daddy in that regard? Oh well he has the money this time lmfao I'm talking clothes, flowers, jewlery, hell even a car if that's what you want. You don't ask him for much though. His presence and quality time is more than enough.

• Will also take you anywhere you want but as stated earlier, Dante likes to keep your realtionship private because he doesn't want any harm to come to you. So it's tricky. You two are under the radar when you actually go out on a date. It's a bit stressful so you two don't do it often. Whatever, you both prefer staying in anyway.

• Will NOT wear his signature red leather jacket on his way to your place or from it. Too recognizable. Keeps it hidden away.

• Goes to your place the majority of the time because it's easier and he finds his house too lonely. Yours is far cozier and welcoming.

• As such there's quite a bit of Dante's stuff at your place. A guitar, photos he took while on the road, his clothes, keepsakes from other artists. You have to put his stuff away in a closet when you have guests over so they don't ask questions.

• You do however have a photo of him framed—a particularly nice one in which Dante is seated on your couch with his guitar in hand, mid-laugh, his blue eyes bright and crinkling at the corners. You had a hell of a time explaing that. "Why do you have a framed photo of Dante Sparda? Didn't think you'd be one to be a super fan", "Uh, well I am? F-found it online I thought it was cute." "Okay but why do you guys have the same couch and—" You snatched the photo away so fast.

• Of course, being so private had its downsides. Especially when Dante is on the road. You get jealous. Insecurity turns your insides cold, nearly blooming into nausea. Worried Dante will find somebody better, somebody more attractive, somebody he can relate to more when it comes to fame. You call him often and sometimes cry as you tell him over the phone how much you miss him. It tears Dante up inside but he vows to make it up to you whenever he is able.

• Speaking of making it up to you, when Dante gets off tour he's immediately coming to your place. His exhaustion from touring quickly fades once he's in your presence.

• Will 100% be the type of guy to come into your house and yell "honey i'm home!" Because he's honestly been waiting for a moment like that. Someone to come home to, someone to hold close, someone to greet him eagerly and sweetly.

• Dante will be all too happy to make up for lost time. He remembers all the sweet phone calls, filthy texts, and pictures. Dante's pressing you into the mattress within thirty minutes of being home.

• He finds it so sweet and cute when you protest with a little "aren't you tired?" spoken between breath-taking kisses.

• No. No the fuck he isn't. Not when he's home finally and so, so close to you.

• He'll be leaving kisses and marks all over you, telling you how much he missed you while he was on tour all the while working you open with his fingers.

• Also this man is so big on praise.

• "God y'look so pretty angel", "sound so cute baby", "Fuuck it's been forever you're takin me so well" meanwhile you can hardly think, can only take and feel and this man is praising you for it. Clench around him? Praise. Cry his name? Praise. Cum for him? Praiseee.

• Will gently pull you up after you're all done and tug you into the shower with him.

• Will wash your hair while telling you about other artists/bands he's met, interviews, events.

• Then once you two are all clean and dressed comfortably Dante is pulling you back into bed to curl around your back and breathe in the scent of home. He falls asleep adorably quick. Snores loud as hell but you wouldn't give that sound up for anything in the world.

♡

Yeah this started as a hc thing but honestly?? I've been putting way too much thought into a band au it's ridiculous. So maybe I'll expand further. I already wanna do a one shot that delves further into reader and Dante's relationship. Thank you for reading! <3

[rainba]

Erased

TWs/Tags: yandere, violence, spoilers for Sumeru + angst

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He’s got you right where he wants you- your throat within his grip. He’s cackling maniacally with a freakish grin plastered on his face, but there’s also tears pouring out of his eyes. He looks like a beautiful, broken porcelain doll.

Under the cover of darkness, he chased you, grabbed you, and trapped you in the cage of his arms.

The way the moonlight illuminates your beautiful face drives him to insanity.

“I know you’ve forgotten me, you- you don’t know who I am at all… But…” He grits his teeth and sneers. “Tell me, what’s my name!? Say it!” He strangles you in a fit of sheer desperation, but you can’t choke out a single word. Even if you were capable of speaking, you wouldn’t know what to say. What are you supposed to say? 

This stranger is scaring you.

His grip loosens when he sees your face changing colors. As you gasp for air, you scream. “Let go of me, freak!” You kick and squirm as harshly as you can. If you don’t escape him now, there’s no telling what he’ll do to you. When you shriek those words, they tear away at him, shredding into him like razor blades. If he had a heart, it would be bleeding. 

He doesn’t move for a second. He just stares with shaking eyes.

Scaramouche did this to himself, he knows that very well… So why?

Why does this hurt so fucking bad?

Before he erased his past from this world, the two of you were attached at the hip. It was utterly strange. Scaramouche hated humans to his core, but he had made an exception for you. You were just so different. You loved him deeply- you had once accepted him. He would bark insults at you, but you always bite back. And he loved that about you. It was always a playful game to see who would win, even though it always ended with Scaramouche coming out on top due to his unbearable stubbornness. After all, you’re just a human, and he’s so much more.

Yet he despised how much he missed you.

And he loathed how much he craves your love.

He misses the way you would run your fingers through his dark purple hair. He misses the way you would kiss his nose and steal his hat to wear it, even though it always annoyed him. What he once thought were inconveniences turned out to be his favorite parts of life. He hated you, but he loved you too, and he could never understand it. He also would never say any of it out loud.

In the past, he never told you that he loved you, but somehow it was like you knew anyway. He constantly called you stupid, but he was always lying through his teeth.

But now… Now you stare at him with terrified eyes as you scratch and kick at him. It’s so painful, it hurts so bad, and because of that he continues to sob. He’s never cried like this before… He feels fucking pathetic. He shouldn’t be feeling this way. How is it even possible for him to feel this way? How did he let himself get so attached? He just wants it to stop.

He wants it all to go away.

He just wants you to– no, needs you to remember him, even though he knows it's impossible.

The fact that he did this to himself without thinking twice is what makes everything much more frustrating.

Does he regret erasing himself from irminsul? No, he doesn’t. But… Still…

His mind goes numb as his hands tighten around your throat a little more. At this point, you’re shaking like a leaf, worried that you won’t make it out alive. “I’m not a freak, you lowly human.” He seethes and instinctively hurls back an insult. Scaramouche hardly cares about what others think of him, but hearing you call him such a thing with genuine malice bothers him.

Meanwhile, all you can do is think about how to escape. You’ve never met this man before a day in your life… Why is he doing this? You wonder if he’s mistaking you for someone else. Perhaps he’s going through a psychotic episode. You try to reason out the situation, but there’s really no point. Your heart is beating so fast that it might just burst. 

“S…Sc… Sca… Scar…” You murmur out fragments of a word, and Scaramouche’s eyes widen. Scar? Are you going to say ‘Scaramouche’? Without thinking, he lets go of you and lifts himself up a little, giving you ample opportunity to escape his clutches. You shoot your leg up and knee him as hard as you can before crawling away. “Scared…” You finish your word. 

“I’m scared… Please, just leave me alone!”

Tears start streaming down your face, and that makes two of you. Scaramouche is too stunned to move as he watches you run the other way. When he realizes that you’re no longer in his grasp, he freaks out. “Get back here!”

It can’t end like this…

No, it absolutely can’t.

He won’t let it.

He’ll hunt you down to the edges of this earth. He’ll grab you, cage you, embrace you until the warmth of his presence is the only reason why you live and breathe. Scaramouche jumps to his feet and begins to chase you.

Your feet burn as you race across the grassy forest of Sumeru, desperate to escape with your life. You jump over roots, dodge stray rocks, and dash through little streams of water. Your breathing grows so heavy that your lungs burn, and your head begins to spin. You run for what feels like hours, and unwillingly, you collapse onto your knees. 

You clutch at your chest and cough. Everything burns so badly… 

Everything hurts… Why does everything hurt?

But at least you’re free now.

Or so you thought.

“Did you really think you could run away from me?”

A violent voice rang out from the darkness. Before you could even react, you were pinned down to the ground again. It was futile- so utterly futile to think you can escape him. You’re so dizzy that you can’t make out the words that he’s saying. He’s yelling something- you can tell from the way his mouth is moving. All you can make out is the word ‘remember.’ 

But you stop looking at him- opting to look at the stars instead. They’re so beautiful… So far away.

Scaramouche notices the way you’re dissociating and backhands you. He brings you back down to earth. “Are you ignoring me?” His anger boils into pure rage. The past you would never ignore him… The past you would never dare to run away from him. 

Scaramouche shakes your shoulders as he yells more obscenities at you.

He’s shaking you so harshly that your head hits the ground multiple times.

He shakes you so hard that your skull collides with a stone beneath your head.

When he sees blood, his eyes widen.

“W-wait,” his breath hitches. “I didn’t mean to do that.” His voice comes out barely above a whisper as he watches you black out from beneath him.

“(Y/n)?” He calls out.

“(Y/n), wake up.”

He shakes you just a little more, careful to not hurt you this time.

“I order you to wake up!” He uses one hand to grab your face tightly, trying to get you to react, but you don’t.

Scaramouche panics before placing his ear against your chest, searching for a pulse. When he hears the soft beating, he can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. All he does then is hold you close to him, refusing to let go. You’re just as warm as ever… So, so soft. He’s trembling like a leaf.

He can’t help but think that this is so unlike him.

When you’re around, it’s like he becomes an entirely different person.

He closes his eyes and buries his face in your neck while breathing in your scent. Even though he erased himself from this world, you remain mostly unchanged. 

All he wants is you.

Scaramouche doesn’t care that you hate him right now. Yes, it stings, but he’ll get you to love him again… You don’t have a choice. He’ll spend day and night getting you to fall for him. It’ll be just like before. You’ll smile at him, whisper sweet nothings into his ear again, and tease him until he gets red in the face. Just like usual. 

God, he fucking hates how you make him feel.

But he needs it so badly.

As he rises to his feet, he holds you gently in his arms, taking special care of your head. Your blood drips onto his arms, but it doesn’t bother him. He’ll get you patched up and healed in no time. Then he’ll keep you by his side… Forever… Just like before. 

You’re not allowed to forget about him.

You’re not allowed to live a life without him.

You belong to him…

And he belongs to you.