#my brain wouldn't leave me alone so I had to stop my shower to make this

[yewstronaut]

I think instead of trying to convert non-Christians Christianity should try to convert itself

we'll give em like 100years and who ever has the most practitioners is the one true Christian sect and the others will be dissolved

[pseudowho]

Yet Another Nanami Kento Sex Pollen Fic, Part Two

The reader encounters an aphrodisiac diffusing Curse...which she brings home to Nanami Kento.

Read Part 1 first HERE!

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When you had looked up through the billowing steam of your shower, and seen Kento's broad figure filling the doorway, your conscious thought had juddered to a halt, and you became all compulsion and instinct.

Nanami Kento stood, his weight shifted slightly forward on one leg, as one hand reached up to grab the doorframe, and the other squeezed his cock, which was hardening rapidly under his hand. He was exactly as you had left him; shirt splayed open with all the buttons ripped off, and trousers shunted down at the front, clinging to the jut of his hipbones, trail of honey-coloured hair pathing the way to his hand, which was stroking himself so keenly.

I suppose he didn't think to leave my clothes alone, you thought, but...I owe him.

You met Kento's eyes and tried to read him as your mind stuttered, and your heart leapt into your mouth as Kento crossed the room in three long strides. As you grasped the shower door and began to open it, the glass banged and rattled as Kento's shaking hand gripped it and slammed it closed.

"...Kento? It's okay, I know how it feels. Come on, I can he--"

"No," he spat. Kento held the door closed, but his hand was quaking, at war with itself. You felt your heart pound as noticed his other hand, gripping his throbbing length, the tip now an angry red-purple.

"I don't want to hurt you," Kento forced, "This is...different. I could stop you, but you...you couldn't stop me...if you wanted to."

Your heart clenched for him. You knew the desperate need he was experiencing, and he had helped you. But, as you took him in, ostensibly huge, all raised planes of muscle over strong bones, you knew he was right. But still--

"I trust you, Kento. I know you wouldn't hurt me." Kento looked at you darkly, hungry and wolfish, teeth bared.

"I wouldn't be so sure," he pressed, and the way his eyes lingered on your body, naked breasts heaving and wet under the steam, Kento thought of breaking you underneath him, the effects of the pollen having made your wellbeing completely second to his need, he felt like he'd surely die unless he used your body to relieve his own.

Forcing himself to look away from you as you pressed your hands against the glass, looking at him with such tender concern that he could have wept, Kento felt every thread of his nervous system on fire.

With a sinking nausea as Kento felt this...this...substance working through his synapses, his body and brain were getting hotter and hotter and his grasp on rational thought and decision-making were reducing. His brain was no longer working. He panted, hand letting go of his cock to run through his hair. Kento shivered at how erotic his simple touches to himself felt. After tugging his hair sharply at the roots, nearly groaning aloud with the pleasure, Kento's fingers trailed to his lips, ducking two fingers past them to suck on his own fingertips. He moaned around them, and you watched him, fascinated and terrified at how animalistic Kento had become.

His skin felt too tight, every sense piqued, and his hand on the shower door shook harder as he heard you switch the water off; as if detached from the rest of his body, this hand squeezed the door closed, but his other hand pressed, with his forehead, feverishly against the glass as he stared you down. Looking into his eyes, you saw less and less Kento there as he struggled to contain himself. Kento breathed out shakily.

"I'm going to open the door," he spoke, each word pained and deliberate, "and you're going to run, and lock yourself in our room. Are you ready?" You stared at Kento, speechless.

"Are you ready?" he barked and you jolted, nodding frantically. His white knuckled hand swung the door open and you leapt past him, rounding the corner as you ran to your bedroom, hearing quick footsteps approaching behind you and you got inside the room, slammed the door and locked it--

A fist banged on the outside of the door as Kento roared, and you fell back onto the bed, still drenched, hair dripping down your back (or is it cold sweat?). You heard footsteps, flat, heavy and pacing.

Kento ran his fingernails up and down the back of his head and neck, pacing furiously, ashamed of how quickly he nearly hunted you down after he had let you out of the shower. Reaching down, lifting his legs one by one, he wrenched his slippers off and lobbed them across the room where they bounced meekly off the high windows. Throwing his shirt and trousers to the sofa, he sat hard on the floor with his back to your door, face in his hands as he genuinely worried he may die from the heat and desire pooling in his stomach and coiling outwards through him.

Kento's cock sat, heavy and throbbing against his belly, pressed upwards by the waistband of his boxers. The hair on his stomach was wet with pre-cum. Pushing his boxers fully down, with one arm draped over his eyes, Kento began to stroke himself, squeezing hard, desperate and chasing relief.

She felt better after she came, he thought, panting as his hand stroked fast, wet strokes from tip to base, she felt better, you will too. Kento continued to work on himself, feeling tears prick in his eyes and growling when he felt absolutely no relief.

On the other side of the door, you tentatively knocked. "Kento?" You heard a low groan in response. "Look, I...I know you're trying to keep me safe, which I love, but...I know you're going to need something other than your own hand."

Silence. You continued, "So, you can come in here and I promise I can take it, or we can call Shoko?"

"We are absolutely not calling Shoko about this," Kento forced, low and angry. Your lower belly twisted, and you knew you needed to force Kento's hand. He needed this. He needed you.

"Or, I could just..." you started, sounding braver than you felt, leaning your back against the wall beside the door, "touch myself, and you can cum in your hand to the thought of me."

Kento was revealing in his silence. You continued, moaning softly as your fingers began to rub small circles around your clit, and you heard a heavy weight shift against the door. "I'm wet," you gasped softly, "you'd barely need to do anything, just hold me down and sink straight into me." Kento growled on the other side of the door.

"Stop it," he barked, "I'm warning you."

"I can take it," you pressed, continuing to pleasure yourself, moaning sweetly, folds wet and glistening now, "Please come and fuck me...daddy."

The door flew inwards off its hinges with a bang, wood splintered, and you squealed as Kento reached around the doorway and gripped you hard by the throat. Using his other hand to strip his boxers completely away, he pulled you nose to nose by the throat, your tiptoes scraping against the floor as you gasped, lightheaded.

"You can take it, can you?" he rumbled, pupils blown with lust, his cock hard against your belly. Pressing a hard kiss, all teeth and tongue, to your mouth, he threw you onto your bed where you bounced, face down, "Let's see, shall we?"

You squealed again as Kento grabbed you by the waist and threw you up the bed. Lifting your face from the pillows, you moved to turn to Kento, "I'm sorry, I just--" You were cut off with a cry as Kento grabbed your hair by the roots, forcing your face forwards. Kento began to position you like a mannequin, pressing your tummy down and your arse up, and finally grabbing both of your hands where he made your fingers clasp to the headboard of the bed. Stretched and quaking, you felt Kento's hands grip you firmly by the hips.

"Hold onto something," he growled, before bottoming out inside your dripping pussy in one sharp thrust. You cried out, hips trying to scoot forwards up the bed as you adjusted to his size, seeming bigger than usual with how thick and aroused the pollen had made him; Kento slapped the side of your thigh hard and you squeaked, the pleasure sharp and bitter.

Kento slapped your sex back onto his cock one, two, three times and came with a shout, the orgasm bursting along his skin, his moaning a ragged, injured sound. Time stood still as he poured cum into you, feeling it drip down his balls and your thighs, carrying on and on until his moans turned to low pants, continuing to thrust slowly into you.

Kento waited for the desperate clawing at the back of his neck, the itching at the base of his brain, to pass...his stomach swooped, like falling at the start of a dream, to recognise that he felt no better. Furious, devastated, Kento grasped you by the hair to pull you upright, his chest feeling like a brick wall against your back, as his cock remained throbbing and hard inside you. Still holding you by the hair, he tipped your head sideways, biting deeply into the soft skin above your pulse point.

Kento felt sickly delighted to feel you shaking in his arms, and thrust upwards into you, cock gliding effortlessly along the tight wet slick of your pussy. His tongue and teeth ghosted along the shell of your ear, and he whispered low and dangerous, as he splayed his huge, fine-boned hand across your lower belly.

"How deep am I?" He thrust again, harder, letting go of your hair as your head fell back against his shoulder. You squeaked as his knees batted yours aside, forcing you to fall deeper around his lap. "Can I get any deeper?" His freed hand gripped the side of your hips, pressing you down onto him. You gasped, mewling and writhing as you felt his cock bully against your cervix, and as he pressed your belly inwards and downwards, you twisted, squeaking as you saw stars, both hands reaching back to clasp desperately round the back of Kento's neck.

Kento buried his nose into you, sniffing deeply. "Are you ovulating?" he intoned, continuing his relentless assault on your limp body as he lifted you, pressing you up and down slowly and deliberately, stretching you, as you felt that if he went any deeper he'd surely thrust past your cervix and into your womb. You almost sobbed, voice muffling as his hand left your hips and clasped over your lower face, shushing you, almost tenderly.

"I know you are...I can smell it," he groaned, slamming you down hard, enjoying your hot little breaths behind his huge hand, "It's...delicious." You wanted to tell him how close to finishing you were, but were totally voiceless with his hand over your mouth. Your pussy fluttered tellingly around him, and Kento chuckled.

"Don't worry, you'll get your turn. Shit, this stuff is...it's..." Kento felt the urgent need to orgasm begin to burn through him again, and he rumbled his displeasure, throwing you back onto the bed and flipping you, overwhelmed by the urge to breed you, and keep you home so he could fuck you all day if he wanted to.

Pressing your knees up to your chest, your face burned with pleasure and pain as Kento slammed into you again, his hips snapping wetly against yours at a relentless pace. He grabbed your hands and brought them around your knees, forcing you to hold your legs in place as he lifted your arse off the bed, dragging your pussy back and forth along his cock on time with his thrusts.

A dam broke inside you, feeling Kento so deeply that it felt like he owned your whole body, and you came with a sob, wounded by the pleasure as you trembled, completely used as Kento continued to drag himself in and out of you, soft splatters of his and your cum dripping into the bed every time he thrust into you.

Kento chased his high, needing release or he'd surely perish, and he revelled in the tight squeeze of your plush walls around him, grunting and moaning unashamedly as you squirmed, babbling his name, which could be another language as far as Kento was concerned as his brain sank into the primal urge to keep cumming inside you until you were round and beautiful, full of him. The thought spurred him on, and he leaned over you, caging you in with his arms, your thighs crunched against your abdomen, and Kento took your nipple between his teeth, whining around you.

You grasped the back of his head, pressing it into your breast, feeling his pubic bone slam against your clit, your second orgasm hypersensitive and painful, your hands shaking as they tugged Kento's hair, your lips trembling with easy praise for him.

Kento tasted the bitter tang of blood and metal along the sides of his tongue as he came again, his skin electric, and dying stars in his eyes, and growled a bestial growl of relief as he began to feel the itching desire ebb away, finally satiated.

Pulling out of you, he looked down at the mess between your legs, puffy folds covered in a pinkish mix of blood and semen, and Kento groaned into his hand.

"I'm so...I'm so sorry," he panted, shaking and exhausted, reaching up to stroke your forehead, pulling your arm from over your face. You smiled weakly at him, bruised, aching and completely spent.

"It's okay," you reassured him, stroking his abs softly, in small circles, "but we really should get rid of those clothes. And have a bath." Kento nodded, swiping his sweaty hair back off his head. He glanced behind him, blushing faintly.

"And...fix that door."

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Would it have been sexier if he'd kept the slippers on? Uncertain.

[fanfiction4sooya]

omg hiiiii i love ur writing sooo much! can i request a choerry smut? no specific requests, do what you like!

Sorry for taking so long and thank you for the request, love! 💖And Well, this idea of stalker sister in law Choerry is in my mind for ages now so I decided to write it down.

cw: stalking, illegal filming, choerry is way too mean, cursing, size kink, monster strap (10 inch), fingering, packing, implied hunter & prey dynamics, dubcon, cheating, hard tit play, reader loves pain, lots of hard biting, spitting, marking, spanking, scratching, etc. Not really proofread so if you see any mistakes... no you didn't.

Men and minors dni

It started lightly, her eyes scanning you a lot more than they should, her hand going to your hips every time she passed by you, her always following you with her eyes whenever you had someone else over, etc.

The thing is: Choerry is gorgeous, undeniably so. Her face and body are heaven made and that sly little smirk of her gets you all flustered anytime it's directed towards you. She always seemed to know something you didn't, but you really didn't know why.

So of course you felt guilt creeping up on you every time she did anything of provocative nature. You loved your brother and you wanted him happy and even though she was a menace, she did all that for him and you couldn't break the idea of a happy family from him like that, so you just remained silent and the farthest from her possible.

So much that he really thought you hated his wife so he'd always bug you about it.

"Come on, you two and mom are the most important people in my life" He leaned against the door frame of your bedroom, arms crossed under his chest. "Would you consider being nicer to her?" He asked, concern filling his eyes.

"I'm not being mean to her" You rolled your eyes at him.

"You are not being nice to her as well" He said, frustration evident on his voice. "She is trying, come on. Stop being so distant, give her a chance" He huffed and you sighed, scratching your forehead with your eyes closed. You knew he wouldn't budge. "we'll go to our anual family trip and this time promise me you'll be nice to her" He pleaded. He really loved her.

Oh you were such a bitch.

"Will you stop annoying me with that matter?" You said, looking up from your computer and he nodded.

"I swear to god I will!" He said, knowing you'd break any time soon.

"Okay, okay..." You said. "I'll be nice to her, I promise" He smiled pulling you up in a bear hug.

"Thanks sis, you are the best" He ran out of your room all smiley.

You took a deep breath, trying to fill your lungs with much needed oxygen.

"Nothing is going to happen, relax" You sat on your bed, trying to take your mind off of any possible dirty thought.

For your surprise, you wouldn't be attending the trip due to a important presentation that you needed to get ready for, much for your brother's disappointement (and your relief).

You didn't need the temptation of having Choerry provoking you with her little lewd acts, making you dream of her between your legs and all the other fucked up stuff one could possibly think of. You were away from her. You were safe.

The weekend came by quickly and without much fuss your family left, leaving you all alone for the next five days. You studied, ate a little and overall just rehearsed over and over until you couldn't anymore.

Looking at the time, it was already 7pm and you realized nothing more would enter your brain so you decided to just taker a shower and relax eating a pizza.

You put your order up, going straight to the shower.

The warm water hit your back, relaxing your tense muscles and creating a cozy enviroment for you to close your eyes for a moment and allowing you to finally think of the problem you avoided by not going on the family trip. She would be there to tempt you, to taunt you and haunt your dreams like a predator haunting it's prey.

She knew how much she affects you, you were sure of it; and still, she basked on the feeling of being rejected by you, on the way you avoid her gaze but goes completely silent whenever she touches your waist or say anything right by your ear...

Uncounsciously your hand slipped down between your legs, making you tremble when it touched your sensitive clit.

"Fuck" You muttered, feeling the slick between your folds. You circled your clit with your middle finger, eyes still closed in concentration thinking of her, torn between shame and arousal.

You moaned louder than the first few whimpers, realizing you could be loud all you wanted because you were by yourself; your free hand grabbed one of your boobs with brute force as an attempt to make yourself cum soon, since you had a pizza to get downstairs and you were so needy you needed to get off quickly.

Your hips jolted a bit, feeling your orgasm built in your belly; a string of moans and curses leaving your hips as you frantically circled your clit, squeezing your whole boob with your hand. You came hard, losing all strenght you had on your legs and sliding to the floor, pulsing and aching for more, almost crying in frustration. Jerking off wasn't enough anymore. You needed someone.

You needed her.

After a few minutes you went out of the shower, wrapping a towel over your body and one on your hair, humming something on the way to your room.

The scream you let out was loud, terrifying.

In your bed was her, sprawled out like a magazine cover, mindleslly scrolling through your phone on her side, wearing a plaid skirt and a tank top that barely covered her chest.

"W-what are you doing here?" You said . Not that you prefered her exactly, but she wasn't supposed to be in town and it was better her than a thief or a stalker inside your house.

"Oh, hello" She said, sitting down and crossing her legs. "Your brother didn't tell you, right?" She devilishly smiled, getting up. Her eyes scanned you up and down as she walked towards you, making you clutch your towel. "He planned for me to stay with you this weekend since you wouldn't attend the family trip" She put her hands behind her body, leaning closer to you. "He even called it a girl's weekend"

You were sure she could read your mind, but still you tried to reject her.

"I don't want you here" You said, gulping when her eyes got serious and that dangerous smile didn't leave her lips.

"Your brother told me you would be nice" She said between her teeth, her face getting closer to yours.

"I said that so he'd leave me alone" You said with your chin up, defying her, rejecting her so she'd leave. She smiled wider.

"Good" Choerry bit her lip, straightening her back. "I don't like nice girls" She said, turning around. "I'll wait for you downstairs so we can watch a movie"

"We are not-" You tried telling her but she was already gone. Huffing, you closed your eyes as you felt the wetness between your legs.

After cleaning yourself, you dressed your light purple pajamas you were planning on before your little visit decided to show up, not minding in putting underwear or a bra at all; If she was going to be there anyway, you'd rather be comfortable. It was your house and not hers.

Going downstairs you saw her sitting on the couch, already deciding on what you two were going to watch. She turned to you, and you swore to yourself you saw her eyes darkening as they roamed around your body, stopping on your tits.

"Stop staring at me" You said, sitting on the other side of the couch and she raised her eyebrows.

"Why?" She simply asked in an amused tone.

"You make me uncomfortable" Grabbing a pillow to hug closer to your chest, you tucked your legs under your body as to hide from her predatory gaze.

She didn't say a thing, choosing the movie without asking you anything at all. She chose The Handmaiden and you didn't complain, you were dying to watch that movie and well, you didn't know she chose it for a very specific reason...

🌸🌸.

The air felt dense when that part of the movie came up, catching you by surprise. You didn't move and were barely breathing, scared she could feel how aroused you were. Contrary to what you've thought, she couldn't read your mind but your body language; your shallow breaths and the way your hand clung to the pillow while you squeezed your legs so so lightly it was almost impossible to get anything from that stimulation alone. In the movie the two protagonists were panting, moaning, screaming and-

The doorbell.

You quickly got up, running for your life like a deer on a dark road. It was the pizza guy. You got so caught up in avoiding your brother's wife you didn't even remember you had orderd pizza almost an hour ago. "Hi, I'm sorry for making you wait for so long" He said, apologetic. "My bike broke down in a place with really bad phone service" He scratched his head with his free hand.

"Oh, no problem at all" You smiled at him, feeling bad. "It happens" You shrugged.

"Here, take it" He said. "It's on the house" Blinking at you, he got a bit closer to give you the pizza. His eyes quickly scanned the cotton pajamas that clunged to your body, almost too revealing.

"What?" You grabbed the box. "No, let me pay you-" You were about to say as Choerry appeared right behind you, her body felt bigger as she leaned on the door frame.

"Take your money and leave" She threw cash at him with one hand, pulling you into her with the other, a yelp leaving your lips. "She is not interested" The guy frowned.

"My bad, I didn't know she was taken" He raised his hands and she scoffed.

"But she is, now fuck off" She closed the door on his face after pulling you out of the way. Your knees buckled with the feeling of her possessiveness over you, with her warm hand around your waist and her heavy breath on your ear.

"I'm not taken and get away from me" You sounded so unsure she scoffed.

"Why?" Her nails sunk on your tummy over your pajama top and you shivered. "Are you afraid you might do something you'll regret later?" She whispered, her breath fanning over your neck and you rolled your eyes as arousal hit you like a bullet.

You pulled yourself from her, going to the kitchen to put the pizza there and to get away from that vile creature. Choerry smiled, the thrill of chasing you getting her so wet she could feel her panties dampening.

The raven haired woman followed you to the kitchen; her steps precise, stopping right behind your body and pressing you against the counter. You felt something hard poking your ass, making you panic a little.

"What-" You started saying but you felt her firm hands grab your breasts as if they were made of plastic. Rough, needy and raw. "You are hurting me" You whimpered but you both knew it wasn't a whimper of pain. Far from that, to be precise.

"I know you like it when it hurts" She panted, biting on your neck with force as well and you trembled, a full moan slipping off of your pretty lips. "I've seen it over and over" Her hips kept a grinding motion over your ass, gropping and biting you all over.

"Please, stop..." Your lips said, but your mind kept screaming that you needed her. "My brother..."

"Your brother won't ever know I fuck his littler sister because she is a little pain slut who can't seem to get of properly by herself" She said in a mischievous tone, sucking dark spots on your neck while moaning on your ear. "You sounded so good today in the shower, fuck" She sucked a dark spot on your neck, almost growling onto your ear. "I am going to watch it again when I'm by myself"

You froze.

How did she know about the shower? Watch it again? Did she record you?

Pushing her away, you tried to run but your wobbly legs wouldn't let you go far and you fell face first on the living room's carpet.

"Yes, little one" She pulled you by the hair with so much force it lifted your face from the carpet. "Run from me as much as you possibily can" She gropped a fistfull of your ass and you moaned, tears pooling on your eyes. She turned your body around, locking your wrists above your head and straddling your waist.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked but she forcibly kissed you, biting your lower lip and making you whimper loudly. "God, f-fuck" It was all you managed to say when she kissed down your neck.

"I am doing this because it is what you want me to do" She held your cheeks between her fingers as you panted, trying to close your legs so she wouldn't find the wet spot in your shorts. "This cat and mouse game trying to keep me away only made me want you more and you know it"

She kissed you again, a hand squeezing down your neck and the other going down inside your shorts as your eyes rolled far back. She hissed when fingers found your folds covered in slick, and you moaned, squeezing her muscular arm as two fingers invaded you in one go.

"You don't want me touching you here, right?" She asked and you shook your head no, eyes closing in pleasure due to her fingers curling inside you and her other hand chocking you. "Lying whore" The hand that previously squeezed your neck slapped your breast so hard you almost came, your pussy clenching on her fingers.

She took her fingers off of you, both hands pulling the straps of your top so roughly they broke. She smiled.

"I always knew your breasts were sensitive, little mouse" She gropped them, pulling your nipples with blunt force. You screamed. That was too much, too much... and you wanted her to keep going, mind hazy with lustful thoughts, your poor brother long forgotten. "I like to watch you when you touch yourself because you always squeeze them to try getting off but it's too little for you, huh?"

"Please Choerry, please" Tears slid beautifully from your eyes as she slapped your bare breasts, each smack harder. Your skin was on fire and you were loving every single second of it.

She did it about 4 times each and you didn't even realize you were cumming all over your light purple shorts, the material getting dark all over the surface your arousal could reach.

You were trembling, shaking, crying, all at the same time. Your neck all marked up in darkening spots, tits burning and pulsing, pussy clenching around nothing... you were a mess. And she was yet to fuck you. Pulling you up as if you were nothing but a rag doll she lifted your ass up, forcing your face down. You tried to run again, and she scoffed, pulling you by the hair.

"Now that you know I like chasing you, you'll keep doing it right?" She pulled your shorts down, letting go of your hair to pull your ripped top over your head too, leaving you completely naked and ready for her to take. "Look" She made you kneel by her side as she did the same, lifiting her skirt up to show you the big strap she was packing.

"It's too big" You pulsed when her eyes glimmered.

"You'll make it fit" She grabbed you by the hair. "Now suck" She pulled your face down roughly, your lips finding the tip of that grotescally huge thing.

It was at least 10 inches and girthy, so much that your cheeks were puffed as you tried pushing your face lower. Choerry held you by the hair, not moving her hips, but her eyes were on your pretty lips wrapped around her cock, drooling on her lap and thighs, making a mess.

"Fucking slut..." She growled when you gagged, not able to put it all in your mouth. "I've been wanting to do this for so long" She pushed your head further down and you gagged again, your pussy dripping on the carpet. She pulled you off of the faux cock, immediately kissing your plump lips as you tried your best to breathe.

"You are going to take me so well" Her kisses descended from your lips to your chest area that were covered in your drool, as you tangled your hands on her locks. Licking your nipples she let out a moan of satisfaction when her eyes found the dark spots on your neck.

It seemed like she knew you with the back of her hand as you felt her teeth envelope your nipple, biting and tugging with precise force to make you cry out.

"Oh my god, oh m-" You whinced when she did the same with the other, slapping the one she just bit.

"Fuck baby" She turned you around, pushing your head down again. "Will you let me do as I please?" She said on your ear, her fingers grabbing the skin of your ribs and tugging at it to bring you pain and mark you on the process.

"No" You said and she slapped there, making you yelp.

"I will use you anyway, you slut" She said, spitting on the fake thing. You shook your head no but she was already positioned behind you, sweat dripping from her face. "Look at this little whore hole" She plucked two fingers inside of your pussy, panting in anticipation, smearing your wetness all over her fake shaft.

It was so girthy it was hard to wrap her fingers around it and she smiled. Oh you were going to take her so well.

"Your pussy is so little, fuck..." She tapped your slit with it and you moaned, grabbing the carpet under you as to try bracing yourself.

But well, nothing could have prepared you for the amount of pressure and pain a 10 inch dildo could bring. She was only halfway in but it was already too much.

"Please, it hurts" You rolled your eyes far back in your skull and she smiled.

"Do you like it?" Choerry said, slapping your ass with bruising force.

You wanted to say no. You wanted to push her away and run far from her. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it. You loved it. The feeling of being used, your little holes being filled with something so big and heavy... it all made you tremble with desire.

"Y-yes" You cried out when she pushed one more inch inside, almost all in. "please, use me" You said, biting the back of your hand, drooling all over it as tears escaped from your eyes.

"Oh, my little pain slut" She pulled you up by the hair, sliding the rest of the dildo inside of you. The moan you released was gutural, deep. It was almost splitting you in half but if she told you to take a few more inches you would. For her you would.

You felt pride cursing through your veins like a snake's venom. You could take it, all of it.

Oh you were so aroused.

Choerry bit your shoulder, tugging at one of your nipples as her other hand held your hips very firmly, nails digging deep in your flesh. She moved her hips and you immediately started shaking, feeling the tip hit so deep you were sure it would be hard to sit and to stand as well the other day.

Her hips took off, her hand tangled in your hair near the scalp almost making your whole body bend backwards as she kept biting and licking your back and neck.

"I bought this especially for you" She grunted due to the force of her thrusts, her eyes also rolling back due to the pleasure of fucking you coursing through her veins. "I watch you every single night, do you know that?"

You were listening but you couldn't process anything correctly. Your brain focusing only on the pain and pleasure of being used, on her hand going to your lower tummy to press there and make you cry out even harder.

"I saw you push almost your whole hand inside of this needy pussy of yours and you gave me the idea of buying this huge thing" She slapped your ass, holding both sides of your hips hard enough to break the skin. You babbled, eyes rolling back as your upper body fell down on the carpet, your body shaking. "You fucking whore, you love the ideia of big things inside you, huh?"

She turned you around, not taking the big cock off of you. Your eyes were red and puffy and you looked beautifully fucked out already.

She forced your mouth open, spitting inside to then slap your cheek. Your boobs kept bouncing with each hard thrust and Choerry gave you a wicked smile, grabbing them with might.

"You are creaming, god" She said between moans. "You'll be mine from now on" Lifting your hips to meet her thrusts, she kept pulling you down to impale you in the 10 inch dildo, holding her own orgasm so she could release at the same time as you.

"Choerry, please" You cried out. "F-feels too good, fuck" You thought you were about to lose counsciousness, feeling your body go limp as your eyes were almost shut, but she didn't stop there.

Choerry gropped and tugged harder on your nipples, fully pulling you back to earth. You screamed for her to not stop, pleading for her touch that hurt and burned and yet you wanted more.

"Cum for me" She spat, fake cock deep inside of you and so you did as your whole body tensed up, shaking as your muscles battled against each other.

Her orgasm hit her hard as well, wetting the leather harness and making her whole body shake as she pulled you closer to her embrace to lick and bite you. She closed her eyes for a moment to appreciate that. Her number one obsession was right there in her arms, passed out due to how good she made her feel, a panting wreck.

She let go of you, pulling the dildo out of your slit to slip off the harness. You could barely keep your eyes open but you saw her lean back to pull her damp panties aside, fingers pressing against her slit until she pushed past the entrance, slightly hissing. Gathering her juices on her fingers she pulled them out, bringing them to your lips.

"Suck" She said and you, entranced by that absolutly insane woman, did exactly as she told you. Eagerly sucking on her fingers, eyes hazy and body still twithcing from the force of your orgasm. She pulled her fingers from your mouth to replace them with her tongue, humming in appreciation at her own taste.

"You are mine, do you understand?" She whispered, lips hovering over yours. You closed your eyes in shame and she held you by the neck, squeezing it. "Tell me you are mine, or else I don't know what I might do to you" She bit your neck and your pussy clenched, eyes rolling far back.

"I am yours" You hushed against her lips, a lonely tear escaping your right eye.

"Yes you are" She tapped your face with her fingers, getting up to watch your pussy as it leaked and clenched, still stretched out because of the huge dildo she shoved inside of you.

You saw her eyes darken, her raven hair falling in beautiful cascades around her perky tits.

"If you liked this monster cock I'm sure you'll love my fist all up in your pussy, pretty slut" She bit her lip and you eagerly nodded. "Oh you are so perfect for me..." She said, before shoving three fingers inside you to prepare your slit for her fist.

[michelle-is-writing]

Forgotten Dinner, Johnny Knoxville

Word Count: 1.7k~

Warning: Little bit of angst, forgotten anniversary, sexual themes mentioned

The food in front of me made me sick to my stomach, seeing all of it just sit there without having been touched. A couple hours of putting it all together and setting it up seemed like a waste now as I haven’t even taken a bite of it since I put it on the table. I wanted to wait for Johnny to get home, but even though he had told me he’d be sure to be at home by 6, I still find myself alone as the clock on the stove turns from 10 to 11 pm. Today isn’t our marriage anniversary, but it is the anniversary of the day we met, so I wanted to surprise Johnny with dinner and a new lingerie set I got. It doesn’t help that he’s not answering the phone either, and I’m starting to feel like it all of this was a waste now.

Choosing to head to bed instead of wait up any longer, I put all of the food away in the fridge and lazily toss the dirty dishes in the sink before heading out of the kitchen. Just as I reach the hallway, the sound of keys in the door stop me, leaving me to turn toward the front door and watch Johnny walk in. He wears a laughing grin on his face until he sees me by the hallway, still dressed in the velvet dress I picked out for tonight. At the same time, my eyes catch the butterfly bandages stripped across his eyebrow and the several bandages wrapped around his forearm.

“Hi, baby,” he says, an almost awestruck look currently on his face as he takes in my appearance. He certainly looks pleasantly surprised. “You look… fucking fantastic, what are you all dressed up for?” Hearing his words make me smile, but I still feel a small bit of heart ache at the reminder of the food I made and how much planning I put into tonight.

“Um, nothing anymore,” I almost mutter, reaching hand up to mess with the clip in my hair as I look to the carpeted floors. “You told me you were going to be home at 6, what happened?” I can’t help but ask him, crossing my arms in front of me as I swallow down the nauseous feeling in my throat.

“Jeff asked me if I could help film another skit with the guys, so I stayed to help them and kind of hurt myself,” he tells me, still lingering by the front door as he continues looking me up and down with that same facial expression. However this changes in a few moments as an almost scared look takes over him. “I… I think I forgot something important, what did I forget? What is today?” He asks, now closing the door as he begins racking his brain. Before he gets too far, I stop him and simply inform him by reminding him of today’s date.

“It’s the day we met,” I bitterly remind him, watching the color drain from him. My stomach somehow churns even more seeing the guilt take over his face. “You told me you’d be home at six, but it’s eleven now. I made dinner, it’s in the fridge. I think I’m just going to… go take a shower and go to bed,” I say, shaking my head lightly.

Just as I begin to turn to head up to our room, Johnny stops me. “What? I just got home, don’t you want to stay up for a little?” He asks, stepping into the middle of the living room. “Baby I’m so sorry I completely forgot today, please, I’d love to spend time with you.”

In any other moment, I would’ve smiled at the sweet words leaving his lips, but knowing he forgot that today was the day we met and that we had plans makes the smile stay away. “I think I’ve stayed up long enough,” I say to him, turning my face down to the floor again. “Goodnight, Johnny.”

Before he says anymore, I head up the stairs and into our room where I close our door and let my tears fall. He stayed back for the guys on the one night we discussed him being home on time. If only he could’ve done this any other night, then the issue wouldn't be as severe. There have been many nights in the past where Johnny has stayed late on set, but even then, he texted me on those nights to tell me - unlike tonight when he wouldn’t respond to any of my texts or calls.

After locking our bedroom door, I walk into our bathroom and stand in front of the counter. Staring into the mirror, I watch as my mascara slowly rolls down my face, causing me to wipe it away with a tissue. I really liked my makeup and outfit tonight, and I was really looking forward to Johnny seeing me dressed up tonight and how he might react. Although, I was anticipating how he would react to what I have on underneath my dress more.

With a small sigh, I throw the tissue in my hand away before sliding the straps of my dress down with the rest of the material following it. Looking back into the mirror, I run my hands down my lace clad hips and up to the straps of the matching lacy bra. As I adjust the straps to better hold it’s contents, I step back to look at myself in our mirror and smile. At least I like the way I look tonight. The set came with a waist band that connects to the underwear and it only helps to accentuate my waist and hips even more. I was hoping Johnny would enjoy it too.

A loud crash beside me scares me away from the sink and over to the bathroom window that is now open as Johnny clambers through it, putting his upper body through before almost throwing his legs in behind him. At the same time he does this, his head hits the corner of our bathtub, causing a groan to leave his lips as he crumbles on the floor and I rush toward him. Despite my questions over his head, Johnny barely pays attention to his own pain as his focus shifts to my lingerie clad body. “You were wearing that? For me?” He asks, still lying in the floor unmoving as if he were awestruck. “Baby, holy shit, when did you get this set?”

“Johnny, that’s not important!” I exclaim as I get on my knees beside him to observe his head. He didn’t crack it open, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t give himself yet another concussion. “You hit your head!”

“It’s not the first time, don’t worry please,” he reminds me, moving to sit up with a small smile. “I deserve it after making you wait for me all night dressed like this,” Johnny adds, looking me up and down with a sigh. “I’m so sorry, babe, after I got hurt, we sat around and iced all of our injuries. Not to mention, I broke my phone during the fall too,” he further explains, “I’m so, so sorry I forgot about tonight.”

After a few seconds, I sigh and brush the hair away from Johnny’s forehead where a goose egg is already forming. “I wouldn’t say you deserved to hit your head, specifically,” I tell him, “You’re not good at remembering dates, I know that; mostly because of the many times you have hit your head in the past,” My comment earns a guilty smile from Johnny as he turns to look away, knowing he can’t deny it. “But I do wish you would’ve been home earlier.”

“I should’ve been, and I am so sorry, baby,” he apologizes once more, closing his eyes before turning his head back to me. “You have no idea how sorry I am. I hate that I made you wait up, I hate that I’ve made you cry,” he adds, his eyes now open as he moves a hand up to brush against my previously tear stained face. “I’ll start being home by 6 every night, I’ll bring you flowers every week, I’ll let you tase me, whatever you want - please forgive me.”

His offers make me want to giggle, but I want to try and stay as serious as I can for right now. “I have a few ideas,” I tell him, taking his hands in mine before helping him stand up. He doesn’t wobble or anything, which is good; at least he doesn’t seem to have yet another brain injury to add to the long list of previous ones. For a few moments, Johnny looks me up and down like he did when he was on the floor, albeit this time, he doesn’t look so dopey. “Why don’t you start by helping me out of this?”

At my suggestion, he grins. “Of course, but babe,” Johnny starts, letting go of my hands to wrap one arm around my waist while he grabs my leg with his other hand. All the while, I brace myself on Johnny by holding onto his shoulders as he pulls me flush against him, my leg now curled around his hip with his arm keeping it secure there. “Tonight’s all about you, and I know it’s our anniversary but you deserve so much tonight,” he further tells me, sincerity deep in his voice. “I promise, I’ll try my hardest to make it up to you.”

After a few moments, I smile at Johnny. “I’ll hold you to that,” I tell him, earning a smile back from him. “I love you, Johnny, even when your bad memory gets the best of you,” I add, causing him to laugh before connecting our lips. At the same time, he takes his arm away from my waist to pick my other leg up and hold me, causing me to cling to him even more as he begins carrying me to our shared bed. Lying me down on it, Johnny breaks our kiss and pulls away to smile down at me.

“I love you too, baby,” he murmurs, staring at me with a hazed look in his eyes. That is, until a smirk makes its way onto his face. “Now, just relax,” Johnny tells me, his hands sliding underneath the lace of my bra as he perches himself between my legs. “And I’ll show you just how sorry I am.”

[not-alien-girl-v]

can i request a break up make up imagine with kyle🥹❤️

warning: weird shit

note: alternate ending of this fic right here. basically if kyle never stopped y/n when she walked away. you don't have to read that one first, but i would recommend it. also i love inserting myself into these fics as a supporting character. you cannot stop me from doing this ever. leave a like please gang!!

now even more enraged than the moment she exited the car, y/n stomps after him.

when he sees her standing before him outside, she notices the gentle smile playing on his bruised face and she almost feels guilty for being about to yell at him, but soon remembers what he did.

"what the fuck is your problem?" she yells.

"you're my problem," he grumbles, picking himself off the ground an dusting off his jeans with the palms of his sweaty hands.

she ignores his almost cute quip. "you think you can just act like you fucking own me? like i'm your property? because i'm not, i shouldn't have to tell you how fucked that is, kyle!"

"so do you do this a lot? you flirt with random guys at parties. parties that i'm at? do you tell them you have a boyfriend before you blow them or what?"

"i'm not a slut, if that's what your implying. i've never done what you accused me of, not even tonight. we were having an innocent conversation when you came in like my fucking owner. but if that's what you think i do all the time, if you genuinely believe that, then maybe we shouldn't be doing this."

each footstep pounds on the pavement like a giant retreating into the clouds, but it's really y/n marching home. home to her house, where she wouldn't be treated in such poor conditions. somewhere where she'd finally get a little respect, something kyle was deficient in tonight, for some god forsaken reason.

kyle should have stopped her. he should have said something, grabbed her wrist, got on his knees, groveled, begged, pleaded. he would like to say the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream was the main suspect for this felony, but who was he kidding? it was all him, him and his stupid, stupid brain.

the next few days felt like a punishment from god himself, and kyle genuinely began to wonder if he displeased some higher power who has now showered him in eternal darkness.

sure, it was just that his girlfriend broke up with him and wouldn't return his - what was it, like 50? - calls to her cellphone, her home phone, her roommate's phone, even her mom wouldn't answer the line.

when one main source of happiness is briskly removed from one's life, one begins to realize how shitty said life is without it. his classes dragged along like a snail on a mattress left out to dry in the sun, with the lack of promise that one day he'll get his degree and a high paying engineering job that will support him and his (hopefully) future wife. now it was just a 2 hour class.

and what was he supposed to do out of class? the routine of texting his girlfriend first thing class ended was interrupted. who was he supposed to text now? his mom? not gonna happen. his frat brothers? unlikely.

not only was y/n his girlfriend but she was also his best friend, and he couldn't imagine a current life or any future possibility of a life if she wasn't by his side.

he was so screwed.

so, like any smart grown adult would, he went on wikihow. his fingers press into the black laptop keyboard, 'how to get my girlfriend to take me back.'

leave her alone

done, kyle hadn't spoken to her in days now.

2. start talking to another girl

not sure how that could possibly help his case, but he was open to it if that's what he needed to do.

3. tap your inner alpha male

kyle wasn't too sure he had one of those. if he had to guess, his spirit animal would probably be a hamster or perhaps a well-tempered gerbil.

as the article read, 'most girls are attracted to the alpha male for deep biological reasons: they believe he can provide for them better, protect them better, and give her biologically fit children. even if you don't think that alpha males are your ex's type, subtle changes might work on her: pump out your chest a bit, make an effort to work out your arms and thighs, and project strength.'

he would endure anything for her. and wikihow was never wrong, so this technique was a sure thing.

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

the plan started with hitting the gym 3 times before making his move. once that same day he read the article, once the next day, and with one day of rest, he went back on saturday, the day he aimed to get her back.

in fact, he was fresh out of the gym, sweat still being the substance slightly gluing his clothes to his body, when he arrived at her house. he made the wise decision to skip step two, as he didn't want her to think he was moving on to other girls, which it would pretty much guarantee.

instead of ringing the doorbell, he pounds the door, hard, adrenaline moving through him, looking like a cracked up mad man. he knocks three times (three is his lucky number).

unfortunately, her roommate, violet, answers instead of y/n.

"oh. what are you doing here? and why do you look... like that?" she doesn't invite him in, in fact, she stands her ground center in the doorway, as if informing him that he was not welcome past the threshold like a vampire.

"i've got something to say to her, is she here?" kyle demands, perhaps a little too loudly, and violet gives him a look, but slowly nods her head.

"yeah she's here."

"well, can i speak to her?"

"i'll ask. but if she says no, you're out of here, got it?" with a solemn nod of his sweaty head, she closes the door, not locking it, but walking further into the apartment.

to his glee, y/n is the next face he sees when the door opens for the second time, and he can't help but notice violet carefully watching from behind a corner, lurking like a ghost, but ultimately judging his every move.

"kyle? are you okay? you look a little... frazzled." she speaks delicately to him. why do people keep saying that to him? he ignores the lack of anger in her voice, the fact that she's not slapping his stupid face right now like she probably should be. no, he's got something fresh on his mind.

his chest is puffed out, his voice firm and again, a little on the louder side, all details adding to y/n's concern, she worries he's contracted rabies or something horrible explaining why he's so sweaty and icky looking at her doorstep.

"i'm fine-"

"hey, come inside, let me take your temperature, you look like you have a fever," she doesn't let him finish as she yanks him in by the wrist, cringing at the dampness of it, but nevertheless, pushes him down onto her couch.

"you're really gonna let him get his funk all over my nice couch?" he hears violet whisper to y/n, something he assumes he's not supposed to hear.

"it's our nice couch, and look at him, he clearly needs medical attention right now."

"he needs your attention right now, go talk with him." violet ushers y/n over to him and he looks ready to present a long speech.

once y/n takes a tentative seat a comfortable distance from kyle on the couch, he starts. "look, I'm sorry-"

"i forgive you."

"what?" his shoulders slump a little bit but in a good way, like he's actually relaxed now.

"i forgive you. i can't stay mad at you forever. i was just too proud to say i was sorry for walking out, so i guess i was just waiting for you to say something first."

"then why didn't you answer my calls?"

"don't get me wrong, i was angry, i was really angry for the first few days, and i had every right to be, but i don't think i should have walked away from you like that. i felt like it showed i didn't value our relationship, and i do. i know you only ever do what you do because you love me. it's just hard to remember that sometimes."

"sweetie, i had a whole speech ready to win you over with. i read a wikihow tutorial, i went to the gym 3 times this week! stop making this so easy!"

"is that why you're so sweaty?"

he gives a playful glare.

"sorry, do you want me to be angry again so you can give your little presentation?"

"just come here," he opens his arms and begins to pull her in when he feels her tense and move away.

"how about a shower first?"

"really?"

"dead serious, baby. i love you, but you smell like shit. take a shower and maybe i'll let you make it up to me." a playful wink is all kyle needs to spring back to life, into the bathroom in less than a moment.

[definitelynotgideon]

This is a Genya Shinazugawa x OC (Gideon Azulyss) MLM Fic 🏳️‍🌈

AN/ This took an embarrasingly long time to write because my brain is frieedddd. Work is getting to be so stressful and in the midst of everything I had a breakdown.

NONETHELESS, MY TUMBLR FRIENDS. I return with even more fluffies lol. I swear to god, i have a plan to move away from this stuff and into the meat of the story. Y'all just have to bear with me. xD

Also, this is an abridged, tumblr friendly version of the chapter. The full version will be linked with warnings; it can be found on Ao3. :3

CW: nudity, slight voyeur behavior? sharing a shower.

Click here for the Ao3 Version.

CW for Ao3 Version: Rated Mature! Make-out scene, implied other activities mentioned. Not Explicit.

Word Count: 2,237

The Demons We Face | Chapter 16, Give and Take

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Gideon looked to the things in his arms. Ah, he wanted to shower too. He looked back up to his shy eyes and then immediately understood that… he wanted to join Gideon. The silver haired boy blushed too.

“D-dont think I'm… just like, here because you're… you know. I didn't mean it like that. I j-just uh-” 

Gideon playfully flicked water at him, smirking. Genya stopped talking and looked slightly surprised.

“Baby. It's okay. You can join me. I'll even help you clean up if you want… but you've gotta help me too. Okay?~” 

Genya still looked nervous, which Gideon found adorable. But he nodded with a shy smile and disrobed. Gideon politely turned around so he could enter in with less pressure. He hummed as he re-wet his hair. 

And then as soon as Genya entered into the shower, he grinned up at him. “This is exciting. I finally get to see what shampoo you use~” 

The two boys ate well. After having talked, both were feeling better and their appetites showed it. When no one was looking, Genya would teasingly poke Gideon in the side with chopsticks and smirk, feeling Gideon's eyes on him and hearing the squeak that made it all worthwhile. 

Gideon was fucking determined to discover Genya's ticklish spots. He needed to level the playing field. But for the time being he retaliated by stealing bites from Genya's plate. 

In one of those times though, Aoi caught him and scolded him. “If you're hungry, ask for more food, don't take from others!”

Genya never got caught in his antics. Professional big brother knew how to get away with teasing. Gideon scrunched his nose and apologized as Aoi gave Genya replacement helpings. 

Genya said something along the lines of “you'd better be sorry,” only smiling fully victorious at Gideon when Aoi turned back around. To lessen the sting of defeat, he gave Gideon an additional dumpling, slipping his hand down to affectionately squeeze his knee. Gideon was dying to return touch, and finished his meal quickly so that he could shower and then join Genya in his room for sleep. 

He snuck a small affectionate scratch to Genya's back as he passed. “‘M gonna shower, see you in a bit.” Then he left the dining hall and went to his quarters for clothes and his shower supplies.

Genya watched him leave, his eyes following him until he was completely beyond the doorway. He glanced at his food and quickly finished it up, cleaning up his area and wandering out. He went back to his room, gathering up a change of outfit. 

Gideon, meanwhile, had gone into the men's shower. He was blissfully alone, and he was reminded of why he chose odd times to shower. It was just a little awkward to shower with other men around… he felt like if he looked the wrong way at one of them that they would immediately notice and call him out even if it was innocent. 

So whenever anyone else had come into the restroom he would decidedly turn to the wall and not socialize. 

But that wouldn't be happening this evening.

Smiling to himself, he stripped his outfit and set it carefully aside. Starting the shower, he ventured beneath the stream. A few moments passed and he began to sing softly as he worked a bar of soap in his hands.

And he sang sweetly, not aware of the very silent entrance of Genya. 

The mohawked boy had stopped short of the restroom area as soon as he heard the soft cadence. He had entered quietly to confirm it was Gideon. He heard his voice, and recognized it but… he needed to see him too. Wanted to commit it to memory. 

Because his voice resonated off of porcelain tiles, steam from the shower veiled him in intrigue. The scent of his fragrant soap tinted the vapor. Genya could have sworn he was an angel… and he stood rather frozen in place, awe holding his body still as he remained unnoticed.

But then… he accidentally dropped his shampoo bottle. Genya's face turned beet red as Gideon instantly stopped singing and turned to face him like a frightened deer.

Genya crouched to retrieve his bottle and became a bit of a mess in trying to explain himself. He shouldn't have even been doing so, he just couldn't resist… in his defense his intentions were very innocent. He was simply admiring his lover. Definitely not trying to be creepy or invade his privacy. 

He stammered out apologies to Gideon, averting his gaze, even bowing and Gideon shook himself out of his surprised state. 

“Genya, it's okay… Did… did you come looking for me?” 

Somehow Genya's blush got deeper on his face. “Y-yeah I… um. I wanted to make sure you were okay… but I was also… w-wondering if I could …”

Gideon looked to the things in his arms. Ah, he wanted to shower too. He looked back up to his shy eyes and then immediately understood that… he wanted to join Gideon. The silver haired boy blushed too.

“D-dont think I'm… just like, here because you're… you know. I didn't mean it like that. I j-just uh-” 

Gideon playfully flicked water at him, smirking. Genya stopped talking and looked slightly surprised.

“Baby. It's okay. You can join me. I'll even help you clean up if you want… but you've gotta help me too. Okay?~” 

Genya still looked nervous, which Gideon found adorable. But he nodded with a shy smile and disrobed. Gideon politely turned around so he could enter in with less pressure. He hummed as he re-wet his hair. 

And then as soon as Genya entered into the shower, he grinned up at him. “This is exciting. I finally get to see what shampoo you use~” 

The comment makes Genya laugh a little. He crouches to gather up his soap and Gideon can't resist the urge to look at his lover’s body.

His eyes softened. He had… so many scars. Some looked quite deep. Gideon’s own body had a few from fights with demons and just the hazards of being a boy. but Genya's… were more present. 

He'd probably been through so much. Too much to talk about. Genya seems to feel his eyes and looks to him as he stands up fully with his soap in hand. Gideon can't help but to just…move in and hold him close. He's wet from the shower so the feeling is weird for Genya but nonetheless, he laughs a little and wraps his arms around Gideon. 

“Someone is clingy~” Genya lightly teased him. Gideon groaned against his chest and playfully pretended to bite him. 

Gideon then squeezed him and lifted him to put him under the shower stream. “I don't think you dislike it.”

Genya giggled a little as he was moved. “You're right. I'm… happy you want to.” 

It was nice to be wanted. Especially after so much time with very few people. Gyomei had found him first, and had helped him as the father figure he never previously had. And even if there was pain in the aftermath, he loved his brother deeply and wanted to reach him. 

But Gideon was unique. Something he'd not experienced prior. Every touch was so gentle and healing… in some ways it terrified Genya because he'd lost almost his entire family and he could just as easily lose Gideon, Gyomei, Sanemi. Despite that though… Gideon was here now. And wanted to be close to him just as much. 

Gideon gently requested is soap bar. “I'll wash your back,” he offered. Genya must have d drifted away in thought for a moment, but his mauve eyes refocused on his partner. 

“Th-thank you.” He handed him the soap and turned around, closing his eyes and waiting. He felt like a child in a way… probably because he'd not experienced this before. 

Gideon lathers the soap in his hands and takes an appreciative smell. While not exactly what Genya smelled like to him, the hint of warm woodsy fragrance that Gideon noticed on Genya likely came from this bar. He gently scrubbed Genya's shoulders, eyes still on his scars as his eyes swirled with questions he wouldn't ask… deft hands cleansed Genya's back, finally resting on his hips as Gideon blushed. He should probably let Genya take care of everything lower… he didn't want to be invasive.

Genya felt him pause at his hips. Blushing because he knew what Gideon was probably thinking, he turned around to face him. “Thank you love… I- I'll get the rest of me.” 

Gideon went back under the spray as Genya finished soaping up. Gideon had finished up with soap earlier. He reached for his shampoo and Genya reached over gently to pause him. “Could… Could I do that for you? Please?” 

Gideons eyes softened again. That was so sweet of him… he couldn't deny him after he asked so carefully. He nods a little with a small smile and Genya rinsed himself off. He then took up Gideon’s shampoo bottle.

“C’mere, turn around.” He instructed softly. Rubbing his hands together after taking some shampoo up, he worked the lather into Gideon's scalp. Fingertips moved with specific pressure. Genya worked diligently through his strands and especially in his scalp to free up dirt or debris.

Gideon hummed contently. He loved having his hair played with, but this was entirely unique. Genya finished, smoothing the strands out of Gideons face and working them back. 

“Alright, rinsing time.” Gods, his voice was so gentle. The tone of his voice hit Gideon in an oddly specific manner. 

This really was love, wasn't it? Having someone be so careful with him and his heart. His everything. Especially when others had either been complacent or cruel… Genya's love began to take root in Gideon's soul, and Gideon would adore all of his flowers and thorns. 

Once he's rinsed the shampoo out completely, he pushes water away from his eyes and switches Genya spots so he can stand under the warm water. He stands on his toes to kiss him softly, cupping his cheeks. “Thank you. I love you. So much… you make my heart feel so full.”

He rests a moment, simply looking into Genya's eyes with sweet adoration and Genya returns the look. Gideon breaks first, looking to Genya's stuff on the shower floor. “Your turn. I'd like to wash your hair too, please.” 

Genya watches him gather the shampoo and gives him a smirk. “Need me to kneel or something for you, shorty?~” 

Gideon growls playfully. “I'm not that short! But… yes. It'd be helpful. Um… maybe not kneeling though. Might not be the most comfy.”

Surely there was a stool or something around… Gideon looked and found one in one of the private showers, meant for higher ranked residents. 

“...There.” he walks over as Genya hisses, as if someone else is even in the bathroom.

“Gideon no that's not something we can use!” 

Gideon returns with it anyway. “Oh please. I don't understand why we can't use tools equally. I get the respect thing but no one is going to notice this being missing for a few moments.” 

It was true. All of the Hashira had their own estates anyway. “Besides. Don't you… technically out rank me? A higher ranked slayer is using the stool. Logic.” He beamed, setting the stool down and patting it. “Sit your fine ass down.” 

Genya chuckles a little but ultimately sits. “I do? I didn't know I outranked you.” 

Gideon lifted his wrist and said “show me my rank,” and the wisteria engraving became visible. “Tsuchinoto. And you're a Hinoto.”

“...You work just as hard as any slayer, why are you lower in rank? Didn't you pass final selection before me? You were in Aoi’s class right?”

“Yeah… the reason for that is, my fighting style didn't lend itself to katana wielding very well. I'd survive battles, but my swordsmith hated me because I kept breaking swords. On the fourth one, he refused to make me another katana. Said I needed to rethink what I'm doing. And… after a little while… I thought of how I was fighting and how it lended itself more towards melee. So… I asked for something heavier and we agreed on the hammer.”

Gideon shrugged as he leaned Genya back to wet his hair. “It set me back quite a bit because I had to learn a new style of fighting. But it was well worth it. It's nearly impossible to break the hammer. Its handle, maybe. But not the steel.”

“Huh. Well that makes sense,” Genya mused. He pictured the frustration Gideon must have gone through trying to come into fighting styles. He could empathize a little. 

Gideon starts to shampoo his hair, rhythmic passes raking through his mohawk and gentle scrubs to his shaved sides. He also paid attention to Genya's scalp, using careful nails to work the soap in and loosen unwanted stuffs.  

He found that he was enjoying himself. He'd never shampooed anyone's hair before, besides his own. Plus… sharing this with Genya was filling his heart even more with each passing moment. He finished, rinsing his hands but draping himself over Genya's back for just a few seconds. Wrapping his arms around him and kissing his bare shoulder. 

“You're ready to go. Let's get you up and rinse you.” 

He made his way in front of Genya just in case he needed help off of the sitting stool. Genya took his hand regardless, letting him pull him up even if he wouldn't have had trouble. Genya ventured under the stream to rinse out his hair, and Gideon returned the stool to the private shower. 

Venturing back to the shower, Genya couldn't help but watch him and appreciate Gideon’s form. Gideon would be lying if he insisted he wasn't stealing glances of Genya's naked body too. Gideon caught him looking; he made it a little bit obvious because Genya met his eyes and turned red as he looked away..

He hummed as he came back to wrap his arms around Genya. “Still so easy to fluster. Adorable~” 

They finished up with the shower, turning the water off and drying with towels provided. Teasing each other the whole time, they made their way back to Genya’s room to retire for the night.

[nathank77]

5/8/24

2:04 a.m Edited/Added to

So I'm playing bo4, I have been all day since shipping the envelope minus when I showered and shaved my head and face.

The problem with games like this is there is hardly any dialogue... so I mean I hallucinate constantly. Constantly. CONSTANTLY. I have a head ache from it. This is why I listen to TV all day or chose my games wisely and tbh I really think the Xanax half life plays a role. Every day by like 11 p.m or 12 a.m my brain stops being sedated and I hallucinate more..

I had a flashback of me hitting myself in the head over and over again. And I keep thinking about how I didn't write about that in my Kristen Report. It's fucking sad trying to play my favorite game all day and having flashbacks and hallucinating constantly.

I'm like dying inside. I'm so exhausted from hallucinating... and I'm worried about not making it to my t-shot... beyond that, why didn't I write about that in the kristen report???? I can't do it now. I mean clearly I blocked it out.

Sometimes I wonder why I fight so hard to be here? I'm so single I'm going to die alone. All I have is my siblings. And I can barely be around big groups of people bc it's exhausting af. Also money and everything.

My grandmother and aunt is here bc my uncle who I hate is dying. And my dad wants me to go there Thursday and I just can't do it. I can't. It's too much. I missed seeing my grandmother last time she came here too bc of psychosis.

My uncle Mark the transphobic asshole is dying from dementia and a lung disease. I feel bad and idk If I should see him or even go to the funeral. I always said I wouldn't when the time came.

Anyways I'm here hallucinating thinking about all this stuff while I try to play and I have a head ache..

Trying to figure out how to drug myself tonight to make it to my stupid Testosterone shot...

Melatonin interacts with Ibuprofen... and I need Ibuprofen... to stop this head ache... so maybe I'll take 1mg of Xanax and 25mg of Hydroxyzine.. and leave out the Melatonin..

I just don't know why I'm still here. I love being Nathan so much but this hallucination is never ending and I have nothing to live for other than the guy in the mirror. I can barely accomplish anything bc my mental health keeps me so held back. It takes me triple the time of a normal person.

I wouldn't even be seeing Mark. I'd be seeing just my grandmother and aunt and dad and step mom and the kids and it's just too much.

Not to mention the other day I either threw my xanax bottle on the bed before going to the bathroom (its only got my daily dose in it the rest is locked away) and I don't remember bc I can't think of a reason I did that... or my mother did. Before I saw the bottle on my bed I heard my mother on the phone say alprazolam... did I hallucinate that? She was talking to our neighbor Mark and about to go over there. Now I'm suspicious she's stealing my xanax despite the fact that the count is right. I went over the options:

1) she's stealing it- but the numbers add up

2) her and Mark are getting fake Pills and replacing my real ones with the fakes- this sounds utterly delusional.

She's prob heard me say benzodiazepines 5000 times and idk how stupid she is. Does she know Xanax and Valium for example are benzodiazepines. I was reading my Kristen Report outloud so many times to stop hallucinating as much bc reading in silence is torture... so idk..

She could be replacing the Pills but it's very delusional.. although not impossible or she could be planning to steal a couple halfs slowly...

Or i could have hallucinated it.... but why did I hallucinate that? I was thinking about picking up my xanax bc I was doing it that day- but I think xanax not alprazolam... it was before I saw it on the bed. Obv alignment with the hallucination has become an issue I can think any word and it can say it... but I do really think xanax... My hallucination can go into sounds and into inaudible dialogue.. beyond that maybe I read the cvs text on my way to my bedroom... and that says alprazolam.... she was kinda whispering and then said like it's smoke some hash and started talking about weed...but...

Why was my xanax bottle on my bed?? I can't remember for the life of me why I would throw it on the bed...

[soir-rouges-esprit]

xxv.d: Destroyer, “*Scream* WOAH!!! WHAT THE FUCK!?! YOU HAVE A FUCKING RACOON IN YOUR BAG” ... Ein scared, let out a little squeak, and dug deep into the bag to hide. Uhhh … Yea! And you just scared him! Nice going prick. Come here! tuka tuka tuka, come on! the evil little demon won't hurt you. “You KNEW it was in there!!!” Of Course! And … IT'S … name, ls … Ein. “Uhhhh Okay!?! Why the fuck do you have a baby Racoon? And WHY did you bring him here???” He was all alone and was clearly interested in me, he was walking all over my face when I woke up today, he seemed lost and scared … soooo … I've adopted him! “*Sigh* Why must you insist on making friends with strays? Do YOU EVEN KNOW IF HE'S SAFE TO HAVE???” Look at him! He wouldn't/couldn't hurt a fly … or well, maybe a fly, but not a Frog! … I start to pet Ein on his head as he pokes his head back out; isn't that right Ein! Yes! yes no you won't hurt anyone Noooo tch tch tch good boy. “I MEANT … Diseases! … fucking idiot, aren't raccoons carriers of rabies??” They can yeah … but only transmit it through biting, scratching, and getting secretions into your body, but he'd have to be rabid to do that … Which he is not! Thank You! And I'll have you know most diseases that raccoons carry are really only transmitted through their poop, so as long as you're careful, it's fine! “You are so gonna get some kind of worm or bacterial infection … and it'll be ME, taking care of you, fuck ass” Well looks like we have a plan then if that Happens!!! Now stop it … he's a hungry little cowboy bounty hunter and needs food because he is a strong boy. *Squeak* “You haven't found the shade with brains yet have you? Ok fine … what does … Ein … eat?” Well … tbh, I don't know what you're supposed to feed raccoons… but he loves granola bars. “You've fed him granola bars?” Yea! “Red, look at him! He's tiny, he can't even be a couple months old, he can't eat granola bars! Nor should he probably, he needs like … milk and stuff … he's just a baby and his stomach probably isn't developed enough to process that kind of stuff” She went and picked Ein up, started to pet him, and cradle him. “You can't just kidnap a baby raccoon and then proceed to mishandle/take care of him” I thought it was fine … look he's all chipper and ok. He closed his eyes and curled up in her hand, and started to pur. “You don't know if he's fine, we need to research this and take him to a vet, to make sure he's fine” Mmm … I mean yeah, probably right with that. “I'm gonna go research on what we should feed him and look up veterinarians in our area just in case, why I'm doing that … ”she grabbed a towel from the chair out of the recently washed laundry and threw it at me. I catch it. “Go take a shower and leave your clothes out, I'll throw them in the wash, I still have some old shorts of yours you can wear … I'll leave them on the sink” Yea yeah… got it … and … thanks. “No problem, and always … we'll talk more later, wanna know how you're holding up. But first ... ” *She pointed at the bathroom* “Shower stinky” *I grin and walk off to the shower (with full sass).* As I wash myself up, down, front to back, left and yes … right … I started to null over the lingering sound that had started to intensify since I arrived at The Over Garden, just general voices that were chatting away in the background, things being said such as ... [To Be Continued]

[shayneedscoffee]

Mom's Lost Diary

genre- murder mystery??, angst, found footage-ish

word count- 2597

summery- Joseph's parents had been murdered 10 years ago. The police never found his mom's body or any suspect, making it a cold case. So when a old beat up box appeared on their death anniversary filled with his mother's personal belongings Joseph can't help but sort through it, hoping to finally put this case to rest.

content warnings- mentions and descriptions of abuse, blood, murder, a gun

author's comments- i wrote this for my 11th grade creative writing class and i haven't touched it since. will probably revise it in a year to make it better but for now here it is.

November 21, 1998 Vancouver, Canada. A typical fall Saturday morning, wind was blowing the leaves around the yard. All was calm in the Dela Cruz household. Their house was just big enough for Joseph, Lolo and Lola. Joseph Padilla was Lolo and Lola’s Grandson, he had moved in when his parents were brutally murdered exactly 13 years ago in their California home. 

Viewed as the perfect family by others, the Padillas were respected and looked up to. His father William Padilla was a successful businessman who ran an up and coming tech company. William was one of the smartest members of the community, always lending his intelligence to people who needed help. His mother, Bea Dela Cruz, was an influential member of their church back in California. She took in victims of domestic violence and abuse, and helped them get back on their feet. 

November 21 1988, tragedy struck the Padilla house. Joseph woke up and the police were surrounding his house. Within minutes, his life as he knew it was stripped away. Lola and Lolo took him in, and he moved to Vancouver. William’s body was found burned and buried a few miles away from their house. His mothers body was nowhere to be found. 

“ANAK! THERE IS A PACKAGE HERE FOR YOU.” Lola’s commanding voice echoes through the whole house. “Hey, Joseph, did you not hear me? Are you going deaf? There is a package for you,” Lola’s voice calming down as she reaches Joseph's room upstairs. 

“Lola, I never ordered anything?” Joseph’s brain worked overtime trying to figure out why he received the package.

“Well it’s not mine, I'm too busy cooking and cleaning everyday. Your Lolo never gets up from his stupid chair unless it’s to get food, so it can’t be his.” Lola stated the obvious. “So either you take it or I’ll send it back to the post office.”

“Okay okay I’ll take it, '' Joseph decided. He knew it could have been something dangerous, but he felt drawn to it. Something was calling out to him. Pulling him in, he was a moth and the box was a flame. As he continued to study the box, he became more desperate to know its contents. Was it useless junk sent to him as a prank? Or was it more, could there be a possibility that the answers to all his questions were in the box? 

“Hey Anak, stop staring at it like it will kill you, it’s just a box my god. Also you look like you just woke up, go brush your hair and take a shower, you smell like the outside.” Lola scoffed, disgusted by Joseph’s current appearance. Pulled away from his spiralling thoughts by reality. He came to the conclusion that despite his hope for answers, he would most likely be disappointed.

“Okay I will, let me just open this first,” he forced a smile so that Lola would leave him alone. Lola glared at him as she crept out of his room, knowing that he wouldn't do what she asked. 

He studied the box for a good five minutes before opening it. It was a regular brown box with the bright red fragile sticker on the top left. A little beat up from transportation, with watermarks on the bottom. It wasn’t the heaviest box, weighing no more than 2 pounds. The most intriguing part was the return label, St. Helena, California, his hometown. Anticipation, desperation and anxiety fought within him. This could be exactly what he’s looking for, but then what if it’s not? He’s been looking for answers all his life and this box could give it to him. But what if the truth is too much to handle? What should he do then? 

When he finally opened the box Joseph almost threw up from the smell. It smelt of rotting paper and dust, like he had opened up an ancient cave full of secrets.

Joseph studied the contents of the box for what felt like hours. One of the items was a cream coloured music box, with a tiny elephant on top. Engraved on the bottom was March 27 1983, the day he was born. Another was a picture frame with a couple inside. They looked to be in their 20’s, they were happy and clearly in love. The woman was laughing all while the man was hugging her, smiling at her with the most pure form of love imaginable. Staring at the photo more closely, Joseph had recognized that it was his parents. Memories slowly come back to him, yet the full picture was still blurry. 

In the very corner, Joseph noticed something wrapped in bubble wrap. He had a feeling that whatever was wrapped in there, it was the answer to all of his questions. When unwrapped, 5 different cassette tapes fell onto his lap, along with a cassette player and headphones. The tapes were a little beat up, a few scratches on the plastic cover, and years written on the front, starting at 1983 going up to 1988. They were just ordinary cassette tapes, nothing special or significant.

After examining the tapes, Joseph’s shoulders dropped. His face painted with disappointment hanging low in his hands. All the anticipation is gone. They were just playlists his parents had made. “I can’t believe it, I really thought I was going to get answers.” Feeling a lump in his throat, tears falling down his face, Joseph started putting everything away. Carefully placing each item back into the beat up box. He made sure that they were all placed securely. If this was the last bits of his childhood and parents, they should be treasured. 

Picking the tapes up, a chill went down his spine. Overcome with the urge to listen to the tapes. The feeling was overpowering, as if God himself had taken over his body. So he started with 1983, his birth year. At first the cassette played music, but after 2 minutes a voice came through. 

“Hello Joseph,” a soft voice came through the cassette. “My name is Bea Padilla, but you know me as Mom.” Joseph stopped the tape, heartache overwhelming him. Up until now, he had forgotten what his mother’s voice sounded like. “Today March 28 1983, one day after your birth. I’m still in the hospital, your dad is in the food court getting us food. You’re right beside me sleeping peacefully for the first time.”

The first tape recounted the first year of his life. The joy was overwhelmingly apparent in his mother’s voice. Joseph could tell she was excited to see him grow up. To see her baby achieve his dreams and live his life to the fullest. Suddenly, he was unable to breathe, the lump in his throat grew bigger each second. Listening to his mom made him face the reality he lives. A reality where his mother and father are gone, forever. A reality where they are never able to see him grow. 

“Happy New Year my precious Darling, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life loving you and being your mom. God gave me you to take care of and I promise to never take that for granted.” The first tape ended and Joseph quickly scrambled for the next tape.

This time the taping didn’t start with music, but his mom and dad greeting him. “Hi Joseph, it’s mom and dad. We’re so grateful to-” 

“HONEY STOP STEPPING ON MY FOOT” William roared. His voice was one of a general commanding his army. A lion's roar heard throughout the jungle. The world stopped for a second, fear taking over Joseph’s body.

“I was just trying to reach the-” Bea’s voice shaking, panic coursing through her. Even through the recording, Joseph could see his mom. Quivering, knees giving out, pleading with just her eyes for mercy.

“I DON'T CARE! YOU KNOW WHAT TURN OFF THE TAPE,” William continues to scream. Joseph hears Bea’s shaky breathing in the background. “I SAID TURN IT OFF-” 

*SCREECH* “Hi Baby, it’s mom, hopefully I can delete that. Your Dad is a wonderful person, he didn’t mean any of that.” Bea’s sniffles and wavering voice didn’t go unnoticed. Quickly pausing the tape, Joseph felt sick to his stomach. 

Yanking the headphones out of his ears, Joseph ran down to his grandparents. He knew that if anyone would tell him the truth, it would be Lola and Lolo.

“Anak, how many times do I have to tell you, don’t run in the house,” Lola calmly explains while staring down at the stove. “You know, I’m making your favourite, Arroz Caldo, I heard you crying,” Looking up at Joseph, Lola furrows her brows. “Anak, are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost. Do you have a fever? It was something in that box huh? I will go throw everything out, go hang out with your Lolo-”

“Lola,” Joseph starts. “Can you be 100% honest with me?”

“Of course anak, I promise. What happened?” Growing more and more concerned, she turns off the stove.

“Well, what was Dad like?” Growing more and more anxious Joseph hangs his head low. Scared to look into Lola’s eyes.

“Oh well-”

“HE WAS AN ASSHOLE!” Lolo yelled from the living room. Getting up from his beloved rocking chair, “Your dad wasn’t a nice man.”

“Mahal, don’t say that!” Hitting Lolo on the arm with a spatula. “Your Lolo isn’t completely wrong though anak.”

“Then if he wasn’t a good man, what happened?” Joseph was desperate, pleading with them to tell him the truth. 

Lola glanced at Lolo, her face speaking a thousand words alone. Lips pursed, brows furrowed, wrinkles more defined. “Anak, are you sure you want to know? You can never go back and look at your parents the same way ever again.”

“Yes Lola I’m sure, just please, please tell me.” Begging for answers, Lolo led all three of them to the living room.

“It was some random day in January I think,” Lolo recounted, “We were invited over for dinner by your parents. Your father was obviously not happy with Bea. Every sentence was used to belittle your mother. After a while he just got up and left.”

“Probably annoyed that no one agreed with him.” Lola muttered under her breath.

“Anyways your mom tried to check on him. But all we heard was him screaming at her ‘You're embarrassing me’ and ‘You could never be the person I need!’ Never ending jabs at your mother” Lolo scoffed.

For the next hour, Joseph learned the truth about his dad. The way he treated others was more terrifying than he could even begin to imagine. Using them, cheating on Bea, coming home drunk. William’s answer to every question was violence. It was a game of survival to him, strike first was his motto, and his target was anyone who dared to get in his way. 

He only remembers the man that everyone loved on the outside. His dad, who played with him every chance he got. The one who would throw him up in the air and catch him. It’s as if the tapes threw him up in the air, bringing joy and closure to this chapter. But instead of catching him, the truth dug a hole through the earth and let him fall through it.

As scared as Joseph was he had to know more. There was a reason the package was sent to him. Someone knew his dad’s true side, and Joseph felt obligated to expose that side to the world.

“Joseph,” Lola’s calm voice interrupting his thoughts. “Be careful, you never know what you can uncover. I’m here for you but I can’t shield you from everything.” Lola warned.

Rushing up the stairs and down the hallway, the door slammed shut right behind him, Joseph dived for the last tape. His gut feeling being that whatever he was looking for is in that tape. Heart and mind racing a mile a minute, the last of Joseph’s innocence and youth slips away. His clammy hands make it difficult to do anything. Fumbling with the headphones, slightly tangling them in the process, he hits play not wanting to waste a second more. 

November 21, 1988 8:17 pm - St. Helena, California

“Hi Joseph, it’s me, Mom. Right now it’s 8:17 pm. I’m sitting in the living room on your favourite couch, the huge cream one with a million throw pillows.” Bea whispers into the recorder, clearly on edge. She huddles in the corner of the couch, hiding from someone. A prey who knows it has no chance against the big lion. “Anyways, your father isn’t home yet so I’m recording this message just in case something happens to me. Your father isn’t who-” 

“HONEY I'M HOME! DID YOU MISS ME? BECAUSE BOY, I HAVE SOME NEWS FOR YOU!” William screams are slurred. Stumbling from the entryway to the living room, his eyes find their target. “You know Darling~ I love you so,” William moves closer and closer to Bea’s face. His breath reeked of alcohol and smoke. Bea sinks deeper into the couch until it no longer gives way. “So tell me then my love~, WHY DO YOU KEEP EMBARRASSING ME!” 

  William grabs her by her neck, choking the life out of her damaged body. Feeling the life rapidly leaving her body, Bea prays a silent prayer for her son. As she slips out of consciousness, she feels a metal object underneath her fingertips. She recognizes the object as the gun she had secretly purchased in case this day ever came. Overcome with strength one can only assume came from God, Bea whips out the gun and points it right in between William’s eyes.

“No no no, honey please, please,” William sobs and begs. He lets go of Bea who takes a second to catch her breath. Still keeping the gun pointed towards him in the process. “I promise, I promise with my life that it won’t happen again. I’ll do anything- just please, don’t do this.” Animals like sobs course throughout the house. Every inch and crevasse is filled with pleads for his life.

Pausing for a second, Bea’s life flashes through her head. The good times from when they were young play back in her mind. Lips trembling uncontrollably, tears flowing down her face, the feeling of a heart attack. But then she remembered the man that he had become. She saw the evil that had taken over his body. The faces of all the women she had helped escape the reality that she was living in. All that energy stored in her system since the day it started. Pent up, just wait for the right moment.

“Darling, please, please thinking about-” *BAM*BAM*BAM*

The tape comes to an end. Hyperventilating was an understatement, a heart attack paled in comparison to how Joseph feels right now. Sweat dripped from his forehead on the cassette player. His trance was broken by a scream coming from downstairs. Although trembling, Joseph does his best to make it down.

“Oh my God! What are you doing here!” Lola shrieks. A woman dressed in all black is at his doorstep. Lola was hugging her and checking her whole body as if she was shot. Taking off her long black trench coat she steps inside looking back outside as if someone was watching her. Abruptly, her head turns to face him. Her eyes soften for a second, a small smile appears. Becoming more and more confused Joseph breaks the tension. 

“Who are you?” 

[mackenzielovee]

sixth sense: part eleven

synopsis: "You remain in the shower for another few minutes, letting the water wash away your guilt for not telling him like he asked you to. He has enough on his plate."

warnings: nightmares, mentions of domestic violence, SMUT (daddy kink, unprotected sex, dirty talk) swearing, crying

wc: 5k

a/n: the blue suit just suits ss rafe, don't you guys think? anyway, i hope you enjoy this chapter. leave me some love if you can! xoxo

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     Your eyes pop open right before his hands squeeze your throat. You’d spent the entire night tossing and turning, seeing Campbell’s anger and feeling his hands around your neck every time you drifted off. 

Rafe had done his best to hold onto you, but you moved too much as each nightmare settled over you. Now, as you look around the room, taking in the lack of sunlight, you know it’s early in the morning. You’re alone — Rafe’s side of your bed has been used and the comforter is rustled, but he isn’t there. You sit up slowly, keeping your eyes fixated on your open bedroom door. 

You know you’re safe. You know Rafe wouldn't just leave without a word. The sinking feeling in your stomach tries to convince you differently, but you don’t buy into it. Quietly, you slide out from under the blankets, letting your bare feet touch the carpet below you. Swallowing, you make your way to the doorway, glancing out into the living room while you hold your breath. 

Clear as day, Rafe Cameron is shirtless in the middle of your apartment, pacing your living room like his life depends on it. You don’t make yourself known right away, figuring when he turns around, he’ll see you. 

He doesn’t.

His eyes remain down as he continues to pace, his brain clearly trying hard to work something out. Doing your best not to scare him, you clear your throat. He freezes, turning his head to the threshold of your bedroom. He visibly melts when he sees you, letting his shoulders relax as he takes a deep breath. 

“Did I wake you?” he asks. 

“No,” you reply, taking one step out, “I can’t really sleep.”

“I know.”

His jaw clenches as you stare, and his eyes scan the length of the room as he continues working things out in his head. You sigh, desperate to know what’s going on and sure it has something to do with the events that unfolded a few short hours ago.

“Rafe,” you say softly, “I’m okay.”

His eyes flicker up to you, “You’re okay?”

He crosses the room then, keeping his pace normal so as not to scare you. When he reaches up, cupping your neck in his palm, you don’t flinch. You don’t move. You let him work things out for himself, because you know that’s what he needs right now. 

“You’re not fucking okay,” he says quietly, his voice low, “I can see where his nails dug into your skin. I can see the bruises forming on your throat from how hard he squeezed. And now, every time you close your eyes, you see it, too.”

You shake your head, “I’m sorry if I woke you—”

“Fuck that, you wake me up whenever you damn well please,” he stops you, “I’ll hold onto you while you sleep for as long as it takes, but, baby, you’re hurt, and I don’t know how to help you. I don’t know what to do. What to say. I don’t know how to convince myself to ever let you leave my sight again, because if anything ever happened to you—”

“Rafe,” you stop him, “Nothing is going to happen to me. I’m okay.”

He gives you a small, unconvinced smile, “Where did all this optimism come from?”

“From you,” you whisper, “Rafe, it was you that I called the first night Campbell put his hands on me. And it was you that came bursting in here to help me tonight. I know it’s not what you want to hear right now, but honestly, I wouldn’t have fought Campbell off either time if I didn’t have you. Because I never felt like I was worth anything before you.”

He shakes his head, his eyes growing red and watery, “Don’t you dare say that.”

He pulls you into him without a second thought, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you as if you’ll evaporate if he doesn’t hold on tight. 

“It’s true,” you murmur, taking in his scent against his bare skin, “And, I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel after what happened, I don’t know if I’m supposed to be brave and pretend for you—”

“Y/N,” he starts, but you shake your head. 

“No, let me finish,” you insist, watching him nod, “The only thing I do know, Rafe, is that I feel safe with you. And I never doubt your choices or your actions, because you always seem to make the right ones. I can’t seem to handle going more than twenty-four hours without seeing you, and there’s nothing in the world you could ask of me that I wouldn’t do, honestly. I just—”

Rafe interrupts you by kissing you — a cliche that makes you laugh into the kiss as his lips work desperately against yours. He kisses you with every single emotion he feels, effectively melting you into a puddle at his feet. 

“Sorry,” he whispers when he pulls away, leaving your lips tingly, “It just seemed like you weren’t gonna stop until I did that.”

You laugh and nod, knowing he’s probably right. He brushes strands of hair from your face and cups your cheeks in his hands, taking a moment just to breathe you in. You watch as his eyes drift down to your tired ones, down to the faint hickey he’d left just below your jawline, down to the bruises on the base of your neck that contain an entirely different reason for their attendance. When he looks back up at you again, he gives you a smile; one that tells you that your words resonated deeply in his heart.

“Baby,” he speaks again, his voice lower, quieter, “I feel the exact same way.”

“Really?”

You hadn’t realized how much you missed the sound of Rafe’s laugh until you hear it. He throws his head back and cracks up — as if you’d just told him the funniest joke in the world — and when he looks back down at you, he shakes his head. 

“Really,” he confirms, “I would never, ever hurt you. I promise.”

“I know,” you whisper. 

He leans down and brushes his nose against yours, as if waiting for permission to kiss you. You barely nod, but that’s enough for him. He keeps himself respectable at first, and you can tell he’s being gentle with you. As much as you love him for that, you’re desperate to feel him; to have him take away everything that’s happened and be the only man who gets to leave marks on your body. 

You deepen the kiss, roughening it up just enough so he knows he can, too. His hands palm your ass, and soon, he’s guiding your legs around his waist. He carries you back to your room, back to bed, where he lays you down and pulls back, taking a minute to drink you in. 

“You should sleep,” he says halfheartedly, knowing it’s what’s best for you but seemingly really not wanting to stop. 

“So should you,” you counter, knowing he’s gotten even less sleep than you have. 

“I sleep better after sex,” he pants, hiding a smirk unsuccessfully. 

“So do I.”

“So, really,” he reasons, “It makes more sense for us to have sex right now than to try to sleep, right?”

You laugh, “Rafe. Come here.”

He grins and climbs onto the bed, wasting no time marrying your lips to his. He tugs your tank top up, breaking the kiss only for a few seconds while he removes it completely. His bare chest against yours elicits moans and gasps from you as he stimulates your nipples with his fingers, all while moving down to kiss your throat. 

He stops when he reaches the bruises forming on your throat, staring at them for a long moment before his lips brush over them gently. 

“I love every fucking inch of your body,” he whispers against your skin.

“Rafe—”

“Let me show you,” he says, halting your words with a kiss, “Let me show you how much, okay?”

You smile, “Show me.”

His lips meet yours again, and you lose yourself in him after that. He kisses you until your lips are swollen, then makes his way down your body, kissing just about every inch of skin he can find. Your shorts come off next, and before you know it, he’s settled himself in between your legs, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. 

“I love your heart, and your mind, and your pretty little pussy. My pretty little pussy, huh?”

“Yours,” you promise him, your hips bucking up with need. 

He smirks and lets his palms ghost over your skin, shoving your hips back down. He leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to your clit, eliciting a small whine from you. 

“Just relax. Put your pretty legs over my shoulders and relax, okay?”

You nod, sucking in a deep breath right before he latches onto your clit with his mouth. You squirm immediately, but Rafe’s hands still you. He groans against you, letting you know that he needed this the same way you did. 

You try to do as Rafe instructed, but the feeling of his tongue inside of you has your back arching up off the bed. He retracts himself when he feels you clench, opting to move up and lick your clit again. 

“Rafe,” you practically sob, “Please.”

“Shh,” he hums, “I’ve got you.”

You nod, and when you reach down, clawing for his arm, you listen as he snickers against you. His right arm travels up, palm settling as he cups your breast, and you trace that familiar ink while Rafe lets you cum. 

He doesn’t stop until the overstimulation sets in, causing you to squirm away from him and lightly push his head back. He clenches his jaw, clearly wanting to remain where he was, as he licks his lips. His chin and the stubble appearing there glistens with slick as he crawls back up to you, needing you to occupy his mouth somehow. He latches onto your left breast, your right one still in the palm of his hand. 

“I’m clean,” he blurts out against your skin, “Got my results back yesterday. You gonna let me fuck you bare?”

You grin and tip his chin up, connecting your eyes to those beautiful, lust filled blue ones. You’d gotten your test results back as well, and when Rafe found out you were clean, he’d looked insanely desperate to not use a condom. 

“Can you—” you swallow, watching as he leans up and pecks your lips, trying to encourage you, “Can you make love to me again?”

“Baby,” he groans, “I want to make love to you for the rest of my life.”

You giggle before you can help it, and when Rafe sees your smile, something on his face visibly relaxes. You feel him against you as he positions himself, running his tip through your folds and shifting his jaw as he watches his pre-cum spread. 

After a moment, he settles himself and brings his mouth back to yours, waiting for that perfect moment to swallow your gasp as he pushes in. He does so successfully, but doesn’t anticipate his own noise. 

“Holy fuck,” he grunts, “You feel so fucking good like this, baby, shit.”

You smile, nodding your head to encourage him to keep going. You watch his eyes as they search yours, desperate to ensure you’re still okay while also turning dark with his own desire. He tosses your left leg over his shoulder as he pushes himself deeper, letting his eyes shut momentarily as he takes you in. 

“Feels so good, Rafe, please keep going,” you tell him, “I want all of you.”

“You sure?” he asks, eyes still glued shut.

“Yes,” you answer, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Oh—” Rafe shakes his head, ready to explode at the name, “Just give me one second—”

His eyes pop open at the sound of your slight laugh, and when he sees you, laying there with his bare cock inside you, begging him for more, he smirks. 

“You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?” he asks, “Calling me daddy. Getting all whimpery and whiny. I’ll let it slide this time, but just so you know, baby, Daddy likes his good girl.”

“I’m sorry,” you murmur. 

He melts at the apology, bringing him down to give you a kiss before you can even attempt to ask for one. 

“No need to be sorry. I want you feeling so good, okay? Let me do all the work. Let Daddy take care of you.”

You nod, giving him a pouty look, “Can I have a kiss?”

He pushes further into you before he kisses you forcefully, licking every inch of your mouth before he pulls back and starts his slow, deep thrusts. 

“You’re so beautiful. I don’t tell you that enough.”

You want to respond, but you can’t, because Rafe hits that one spot, that crucial spot, and watches as your jaw falls open at the sensation. He gets the hint and keeps going, keeping his rhythm exact. 

You grind your hips up to match his thrusts, and for a few blissful moments, you’re well aware of your bodies moving in perfect harmony together. You forget everything; the only thing occupying your brain being Rafe and just how good he’s making you feel. 

He sees this, and like an expert to your pleasure, he brings his thumb down to rub circles into your clit. Your eyes bulge as you contain a moan, having it stuck in the back of your throat. He grins and moves his thumb faster, focused on not finishing before you. 

“Rafe, please, I’m gonna—”

Rafe’s thumb lifts, “Ah—”

“Daddy,” you correct, “Daddy, please. Let me cum.”

“Go ahead, baby,” he nods, continuously rubbing his circles again, “I’m right behind you.”

The promise of Rafe letting go right after you is enough to shove you over the metaphorical cliff, sending you tumbling down. Your back arches up as you cry for him, losing all sense of anything except your pleasure and the loud groan that escapes Rafe as he empties himself inside of you. 

“Fuck,” Rafe groans as you come down, your back slowly meeting the mattress again, “Fuck, holy shit.”

“God,” you whine, bringing him down to kiss you one more time. 

“You’re perfect,” he tells you in between kisses, “My good girl. My baby.”

You smile happily, letting him settle in with his head on your chest the way he usually does. He leaves kisses on your left breast while you lay above him, tracing his arm and smiling as you observe the collection of images and words. 

You two lay like that for a bit, and when your eyelids start to feel heavy, Rafe slowly starts to pull out of you. 

“No,” you protest, “Can’t we sleep like this?”

He chuckles, earning himself a good look at your tired eyes, “My cum is dripping out of you. As sexy as that is, I’m not leaving you like this while we sleep. I’ll be right back to clean you up, and then, yes, we can sleep like this.”

He kisses your nose gently, then pulls the rest of the way out. He watches with a clenched jaw as his cum drips from you and down onto the sheets, and when he’s satisfied, he moves away. You just chuckle, laying patiently as you wonder if it’s a common thing to have sex at six in the morning before you actually go to bed. 

Rafe returns with a warm washcloth, remaining quiet and gentle as he lightly brushes it over your center. When he’s through, he tosses the washcloth into your laundry basket, then climbs on top of you again. You feel full once he pushes back in, his lips meeting your neck as he moves to rest. 

“I’m right here, okay?” he says softly, “Just sleep. Don’t worry about anything else.”

You nod, and soon, you’re out like a light with not a nightmare to be had while Rafe snoozes soundly on top of you. 

     You wake around nine, looking down to find Rafe still occupying every inch of your body, yet he’s awake. He scrolls lazily through his phone as his head remains on your chest. You smile, not wanting to disturb him yet, when his head shifts up and his eyes connect with yours. 

“Hey,” you greet him, a slight shyness to you, “How’d you know I was awake?”

You feel him twitch inside of you, but you brush it off. He grins and presses a kiss to your sternum. 

“Your breaths changed,” he answers, “Did you sleep?”

“Yeah. Did you?”

“Yes. Are you hungry?” he asks, “You never got to eat last night.”

You nod in agreement, trying your best not to think too much about it and focus on him, instead. 

“I’m okay.”

The room falls quiet; Rafe makes it obvious he doesn’t believe you when you say you’re not wanting to eat. To you, the thought of moving, of letting Rafe escape you, of even being across the kitchen from you, feels insurmountable. 

“Hey, baby?” Rafe asks after a minute. 

“Hmm?”

“I’ve been thinking about how you said you’re not sure if you should be brave and pretend for me. I don’t want you to do that. Not even for a minute, okay? I’m here for you for whatever you need, but you have to tell me that you need it.”

He moves, resting his chin down in between your breasts as he stares at you. You smile, reaching out and thumbing his pouty lips. His hair is messy and he still looks exhausted, but knowing you’re the only one to see him like this makes you happy. 

“Okay,” you whisper, “I promise.”

He smiles under your thumb, remaining quiet so you can trace the outline of his lips. After another minute, your hand falls to cup his jaw, a smile gracing your features as you stare. 

“You need to eat,” he speaks up, “We can even eat in bed, if you want, but I want to put food in you.”

“Fine,” you pout, and when Rafe smiles victoriously, something clicks in your brain, “Don’t you have that Macro exam tomorrow?”

Rafe’s jaw clenches slightly, but he shrugs, “Yeah, but—”

“Rafe,” you groan, “You have to study.”

“No, I have to take care of you.”

You frown and sit up, displacing him from laying on your chest. Before you can make him too uncomfortable, he sits up and pulls you to his lap, keeping himself inside you the way he had been. 

“I’m not letting you fail the exam because of me,” you tell him, “You can study here if you’re so hellbent on it, but you will study.”

“Or,” he smirks, “I could just find a pretty girl in my class to cheat off of.”

You roll your eyes and swat his chest, but can’t help breaking into a smile. He leans forward and kisses you like he can’t help himself, letting his palm cover the tulip tattoo that lines your breast. 

“Go get your stuff,” you demand. 

He nods, “Okay. But keep the door locked. I have a key. Promise you’ll call if you need me.”

“I promise, Rafe,” you sigh, making him laugh. 

He distracts you with a kiss as he pulls out of you, and much to his disappointment, he sets you down on the mattress before he slides off the bed. You watch as he tosses a shirt over his head and pulls on his sweatpants without underwear, then reaches up to lazily run a hand through his hair. 

“I’ll be right back,” he tells you, giving you one more kiss, “Clothes are optional today.”

You laugh, “Good to know. Go.”

You listen to Rafe leave, locking the door behind him. Swallowing, knowing what’s to come, you rise and toss a shirt over your head and make your way into the bathroom, where you look in the mirror for the first time since you left for work yesterday. 

Rafe’s right. The bruises from Campbell’s grip are showing through, and the marks where he dug his nails into your neck are visible even from a distance. Your fingertips brush over the bruises, the ones Rafe tried to kiss better, and everything comes out. 

You cry as you stand there, trying to get it all out before he comes back. You know he’ll hurry. You know he’ll walk through the door and immediately come find you. So you sob. You let it all out, and when you’re done, you start the shower. Your eyes swell and your nose is red, but you climb in anyway. 

You’re halfway through washing your hair, tears still falling, when you hear Rafe’s voice at the threshold of the bathroom. 

“I’m here, baby,” he informs you, “Want help with your back?”

You can practically hear the teasing smirk on his lips. You suck in a deep, uneven breath and plaster a smile on, even though he can’t see you. 

“Study!” you demand, relaxing when it comes out normal. 

“Yes ma’am,” he grunts. 

You remain in the shower for another few minutes, letting the water wash away your guilt for not telling him like he asked you to. He has enough on his plate. 

     The remainder of the day consists of you forcing Rafe to study and staying in your room so he can focus in the living room. He cooks dinner, and while he’s busy, you grab one of his index cards and sneak off into your room, writing him an encouraging note complete with a lipstick print just because you know it will get him all hot and bothered. You slip the note into his backpack and then join him in the kitchen, where he kisses you until the oven timer goes off.

     On Monday, you kiss Rafe goodbye at the front door, wishing him good luck and promising him that you’ll be fine. You have a class and then lunch with Bryn, where you plan to fill her in on everything that’s happened. 

Rafe texts you as you’re leaving class, letting you know his exam went well. You’d expected to hear something about the note you left him, and you wonder if he even found it. You reply and tell him that you’re on your way to lunch with Bryn, and what time you estimate to be free. He answers you quickly. 

I’ll have a surprise for you when you get home. Enjoy your time with Bryn and tell her I said hi. 

You stop in your tracks, even though your car is in sight, and read his message again. Rafe calling your apartment home seems to translate into something special, making you smile. 

Bryn hangs onto every word at lunch and praises Rafe for being the man he is — as you knew she would. She’s ready to fight, you can tell, so you pull her back from the edge and convince her that everything is taken care of. You change the subject after a while, resorting to gossiping about Topper and Jamie and everyone else in your lives, letting her words distract you from the suffocation you were starting to feel. 

      When you get back to your apartment, you find Rafe seated on the couch with his laptop open. He’s typing away, but when you enter, he stops and looks up at you. 

“There she is,” he grins, “How was lunch?”

You smile and ditch your bag by the door, hurrying over to the couch. He opens his arm up and lets you settle in on his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Good. We tried that new sandwich place downtown.”

“What’s your rating out of ten?” he asks. 

“Seven,” you shrug, glancing over at his computer screen, “What are you doing?”

His laptop displays listings for apartments in the area, which you only recognized from touring them before you settled yourself here. 

He sighs, like he’s been caught, “I’m looking for a new place for you. I don’t like that he knows where to find you.”

You nod, “Oh.”

“I also picked up restraining order forms,” he explains, “I think it’s a good idea to take these precautions. Give you a fresh start and all that.”

“Yeah,” you reply weakly. 

Your brain is desperate to not think about it anymore. Having to relive what happened to fill Bryn in is enough for you for the day, and you really don’t want to cry again. 

“We don’t have to talk about it now, though,” he says quietly, closing his laptop. 

You cuddle into him and let his scent calm you down, “Is that the surprise you were talking about?”

“No,” he chuckles, “I found your note in my bag this morning and got an idea.”

You sit up, looking at him with confusion in your eyes, “What does that mean?”

He laughs again, watching the crease in between your brows only deepen. With a shake of his head, Rafe holds his right arm up, showing you the wrap around his wrist. 

“It’s really fresh,” he says quietly, “Gentle.”

You stare at his eyes for a moment before you take his wrist in your hands, staring down at the new markings underneath the wrap. It’s a pop of color among the same ink; set perfectly in the middle of the underside of his wrist. You swallow when you realize what it is, and as you part your lips, Rafe watches your tongue move out to wet them. 

“Rafe Cameron,” you practically whisper, “You didn’t.”

He grins, “I did.”

You swallow and look down at it again — a perfect picture of the same lipstick print you’d left on his note sitting on his wrist. It’s pink, the same color your lipstick had been, and contrasts beautifully with the ink he currently holds. 

“I—” you start, then shake your head, “You’re crazy.”

He laughs lowly, scooting closer to you and brushing his lips over your cheek as he watches you stare down at his arm. 

“Do you like it, though?”

You smile, “Of course I like it. I love it.”

“Good,” he murmurs, “Kiss me.”

He knows it’s a command you’ll never get tired of. You crawl into his lap before he can say another word, cupping his cheeks in your hands and guiding him up and into your kiss. His hands latch onto your hips as his tongue invades your mouth, and you moan into him when he drags your hips over his own. 

You pull back and look at him before he can get you too excited, because you know how your mind seems to run empty once you reach a certain point with him. 

“Stay over tonight?” you ask. 

He draws back, his features laced in regret, and you already know his answer. You frown, running your fingers along his cheeks and brushing against his stubble. 

“I can’t, baby. I have to work tomorrow.”

You nod, “Okay.”

Rafe watches as your eyes avert from his, falling to where your lap is perched so perfectly on his own. He reaches up and brushes a strand of hair from your face, curling it behind your ear. 

“You could stay with me, if you want,” he offers, “I don’t want you to be alone. I kept the toothbrush you used when you stayed with me that night, and you can have any of my clothes you want. And I’ll lock my bedroom door while we sleep. You’ll be safe. Safe with me.”

You know that. Of course you know that. You open your mouth to tell him how aware of that you truly are; that you’d never felt safer with anyone in the world. The words get stuck in your throat, and Rafe watches as you close your mouth again and give him a small smile. 

That little voice in your head tells you that you have to handle this on your own. That some part of you is still holding back from him because you’ve been so independent all these years, and truthfully, you thought you let him all the way in. Now, you realize that you haven't. And you have no idea how to. 

You comb your fingers through his hair as you stare at his hopeful expression, then shake your head. 

“I’m kind of tired, anyway. Just wanna watch a movie and go to bed. Might be good for me to unwind on my own tonight, you know?”

Hesitantly, Rafe nods, “Yeah, I know. Just don’t like the idea of leaving you here on your own.”

“I’ll be fine,” you convince him, “We can’t be together every second of every day.”

“Why not?”

You laugh and he follows suit, pulling you in closer to him, “I can’t believe you got my lipstick print tattooed on your arm.”

You watch his smile widen, not surprised at all when he reaches up and grabs your chin between his fingers.

“Hey,” he says, gaining your full attention, “I will always keep you safe.”

You smile, “I know.”

“Good,” he pecks your lips, his eyes darkening as he scans your body, “Can I eat your pussy now?”

Your eyes widen, “Is that what you’ve been thinking about this whole time?”

“Ever since you climbed on my lap,” he laughs, “You’re needy and I can feel it. C’mon, lay down like a good girl.”

Your core throbs as you move off his lap, positioning yourself just the way he wants you as you lay back on the couch. He settles in between your legs far too easily, and within just a few minutes, you’re forgetting all about your problems and getting lost in him as you come undone for the first time. He keeps going, working you through an orgasm and guiding you well on your way to another, emptying every thought from your head.

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[babyharleezy]

Hometown Love Chapter 3

(jack harlow x reader)

bloo's notes: i am so invested in this series that i be thinking about what i wanna write while im in the shower. enjoy babies!!

previous

it had been a week since the last time you were in atlanta and you would be returning once again tomorrow. except this time you wouldn't be coming back home to louisville, instead atlanta would be your new home. the first time you went to atlanta you got the apartment and the second time you went you basically unpacked your entire life. you took everything in your louisville apartment and shoved it into a big ass uhaul. having all your stuff instead of buying all new things saved you money but also brought comfort and peace.

you had some friends and family help unpack everything and you were grateful for them. but tonight you couldn't help to feel just a bit sad. you were leaving your apartment that you had made so many amazing memories in. as you laid on the floor of your naked bedroom, your brain instantly went back to the first day you moved in.

"omg jack can you believe this place is ours" you squealed. you had been so excited to move in with jack. you two got the apartment after highschool. it made sense for you two. you were always at his house or he was always at your house. "hmm i can't wait to make love to you in every single room in this apartment y/n" jack said to you with a hungry voice. "alright lover boy, you can do that AFTER we get all our stuff moved in" you said emphasizing the word "after". jack did in fact get what he wanted and you weren't complaining. the first night you two had slept on the floor, too tired to put the bed together. "i'm so happy i met you in high school y/n. i don't know what i would do without you. you truly are my number one fan. can't wait to look out into the crowd one day and see your beautiful face as i perform" jack whispered to you. "i am so fucking in love with you jack. i can't wait for you to be a superstar. i just know you'll get there baby. you're so fucking talented" you whispered back. slowly but surely the both of you drifted off to sleep.

the only difference now was that you were going to sleep alone and in the morning you would be on your way back to atlanta.

as you woke up in the morning, you got ready in your apartment for the last time before heading out. a bittersweet moment for you.

~

walking into the new apartment with a big ass smile on your face. you were so happy to call this place yours. you were glad that you came ahead of time and set everything up how you liked it because you were beat as hell.

~

it had been two weeks since you've been in atlanta. work was going great and you actually made some friends. you had just pulled up in the parking garage of your apartment and parked your car, quickly making your way to the elevator to take you to the floor of your apartment. all you could think about was getting out of these damn scrubs. you walked into the elevator, clicked the button to your floor, and got on your phone as you waited for the door to close. "oh shit" you heard as the door was closing and you saw someone's hand stop the doors from closing. "sorry for stopping the elevator from closing" the man said and you looked up to meet your eyes with his. both of your eyes widening.

"y/n?" "jack" you both said in unison. your mind was going a mile a minute. "neelam told me you were moving to atlanta, you live in the building?" he asked, trying to break any awkwardness. "um yeah i actually live on the seventh floor, what about you? you visiting a friend or you live here?" you questioned, you hoped he was just visiting. "uh i actually also live on the seventh floor" he let out a chuckle. 'oh great, just your luck y/n' you thought to yourself. "congrats on being a nurse" he said. "a few years late but thank you jack" you said. he smiled, you were just as feisty as he remembered. this has been the longest elevator ride of your fucking life. finally the bell dinged, implying you made it to your floor. you felt like you could finally breathe again. you got off and before you could say goodbye jack was right behind you. you hoped he would go the opposite direction as you but motherfucker was following you. you made it to your door and watched jack unlock the door right next to you. un-fucking-believable you thought to yourself , once again. you two made eye contact. "well goodnight y/n" jack said and just before he closed his door you let out a quiet "i knew you would be a superstar, good night jack" and you quickly rushed the close your door. you left jack in his thoughts the rest of the night. just by that statement he knew that you kept up with him and just like you, he kept up with you too.

as he was laying in bed, he decided to make a tweet. he hoped you would see it.

"Nothing like a woman in some scrubs 😍😍😍😍 thank you for your service"

and with a click of a button the tweet was posted.

being neighbors with your ex was going to be very interesting to say the least.

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[buckybarnesdiaries]

cut my hair

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bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Bucky asks you to cut his hair because he thinks you prefer it short.

word count: 911 words.

warnings/tags: none. just bucky being all shy and cute.

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Your phone dinged with a notification, sitting up on the sofa while pausing the movie you were watching, you took the device to read the message.

bucky b: sorry

bucky b: you busy?

A shy smile appeared on your face, unlocking it with your fingerprint to reply.

you: not really

bucky b: can you cut my hair?

Your grin widened at his words, typing a yes before jumping from the sofa to clean the mess your apartment was. He didn't live too far from you, maybe five or ten minutes walking, and you were needing a miracle. Fastly as you could, you threw the leftovers from last night still on the coffee table and cleaned the dishes in the sink. Afterward, you took a quick shower —almost dying in the attempt—, wearing a pair of comfy sweatpants and a t-shirt at the speed of the light.

The doorbell rang and your heart stopped at the thought of being alone for the first time since Sam introduced you. You served with him and kept in touch after coming back to New York. He was always teasing you about the supposed way the other soldier used to look at you or how his brain seemed to collapse whenever you focused the main conversation on him. Bucky was a sweet and kind man. A gentleman to be more precise. Although he was timid and quiet, you understood it by the horror he went through throughout his life.

You opened the door to not make him wait for much longer, not sure of how to greet the soldier to not make him feel uncomfortable. You stretched your right hand towards his to shake his and Bucky giggled automatically. He was aware that you wanted him to not think about the kind of person he was in the past, trying hard to erase that hell from his head when you were together. And he couldn't help but fall in love with you. In the way you used to treat him, in the way you showed real interest for him and not for his alter ego.

“What's up to you?”

“Sam told me you could… do a great job with my hair?” He didn't sound convinced, but because Bucky didn't want to bother you.

“Yeah! That's what I do for a living”. You shrugged, letting him walk into your apartment.

“I will, uh… I will pay you”.

“No, you won't”. The laugh escaped your lips lively after the firm affirmation, as you shook your head and closed the door.

“I will leave”.

“Who said I'm gonna let you go?” You squinted at Bucky, resting your back on the main door. “Why do you wanna cut it?”

Curiosity was second nature to you and you felt more interested to have a response as soon as he put his gaze away from you. Bucky wanted to do it for you. Not looking for some kind of acceptance, but wanting to captivate your attention. One of those nights you hung around with Sam and he asked you how your day was, you talked about a guy with long hair that was a little disgusting. The guy. Not his hair. Bucky misunderstood your words and thought you didn't like men with long hair. He loved his, but he was willing to change it for you.

“I, uh…” You watched him rubbing the back of his head, shrugging his shoulders.

He didn't want to tell you. He felt stupid and he was about to leave, ready to grab his jacket until you spoke. “I like it”.

Three simple words provoked one of his half-smiles, showing you his two main upper incisors. You loved that gesture on him since the first moment you saw it.

“Do you?” His tone of voice came in a low breathing, keeping his hand on the headrest of the chair.

“Listen to me now”. You whisper bringing together your fingertips, resting the index ones against your mouth. “I'm gonna say it just one time and I'm gonna pretend I've never said it, okay?”

“Okay…”

“Like… professionally speaking”. You excused yourself puckering your lips.

“Professionally speaking”. Bucky repeated, gently waving his hands totally agreeing.

“I'd spend all my life running my fingers through your hair”.

“Professionally speaking”.

“Professionally speaking”. You nodded, barely shaking your head.

The silence got installed indoors your apartment for a few seconds. He seemed thoughtful, toying with the possible replies to your confession.

“So, uh... you don't have to… cut my hair. You could just… wash it and run your fingers through it?”

“That'd be very professional”.

“Oh, yes… Yes, of course! Definitely”. Bucky affirmed imitating your gesture with his head. “And, y'know, you said so... I won't pay you, but… I could maybe take you out for lunch. To compensate you”.

“That wouldn't be very professional. It's not like I care, tho”. You giggled, rubbing your left eyebrow with a nervous gesture.

“It's up to you”.

His whisper as he bowed his head down a little, looking at you through his eyelashes, was responsible for your incredulous laugh, couldn't help but walk closer to the soldier.

“Puppy eyes, Sergeant? Really?” You scoffed, palming his chest biting your lower lip.

It was the first time you heard him cackle effortlessly, laughing because he wanted to.

“I'll do it only because I'm hungry”.

“Not because you want to run your fingers through my hair”.

“Absolutely not”.

“Who said I want?”

“It was… just an impression I had”.

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[wasabito]

➽ corruption collab masterlist — hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting and @bummie ♥️

➽ note: definitely gonna come back and edit this a bit more because threesomes are hard as fuck, no pun intended lmao happy v-day everyone!

➽ word count: 3.2k

➽ cw/tags: polyamory + body worship + threesome + praise kink + public sex + choking + handjobs/fingering + vaginal sex + squirting + established relationship

➽ pairing: akaashi x fem!reader x bokuto

💿 1. nasty — ariana grande || 2. come on — jhene aiko

With Valentine's Day fast approaching, it becomes rather apparent that love and romance are in the air. Storefronts are decorated in bubblegum pinks and reds. Flower shops promote their special bouquet arrangements at discounted prices. Even your favorite hole in the wall coffee shop has fallen prey to the spirit of cupid as they announce their new strawberry shortcake dessert and heart-shaped scones.

In lieu of staying home for the third night this week, your boyfriends escort you to dinner at an upscale restaurant in the city. They treat you to a five-course meal and a bottle of wine even pricier than the dinner itself. One would think, after three years of dating, you would no longer be caught unawares by their spontaneity. And yet, here they are, once again pulling the rug from underneath your four-inch heels.

Your gaze flickers from Akaashi's tranquil smile to Bokuto's wide grin.

Adjusting the napkin in your lap, you open your mouth to speak, then pause as the right words fail it come. Brain short-circuiting instead, you let out a confused, "Huh?!"

"We're taking you to Italy!" Bokuto repeats, about ready to hop out of his seat with excitement. He looks to Akaashi, "Three nights in Venice, right 'Kaashi?"

"Yes, we decided on Venice after you told us you'd always wanted to visit. Remember Koutarou's birthday last year?"

"But that was like months ago! Did you two honestly hold onto that drunk little confession this entire time?"

"Of course."

"Yup!!"

It's in moments like these when you are reminded of their history together, first as teammates playing volleyball, and eventually close friends. Not much longer after that, you'd met and fallen for Akaashi, then Bokuto, and thus began the relationship of today. While you find it a little ridiculous, it seems neither of them has any qualms about this trip.

After all, you are their lovely girlfriend. Why wouldn't they want to make your wishes come true?

Bokuto claps his hands, eyes sparkling. "Everything's already planned out, babe, so don't worry your pretty little head, okay?"

You can't argue with that. Reaching over, you take Bokuto's hand in your right and Akaashi's in your left. "Alright, since you two went to all this trouble for me, I guess I'll just sit back and enjoy it."

♥️

Venice is just as beautiful as you imagined.

It looks as if it's floating upon blue-green waters with lots of sunshine, beautiful architecture, and a vibrancy that makes it feel like the city has a life of its own. You are grateful you didn't come by yourself. There is no way you would've enjoyed it without Akaashi and Bokuto at your side.

"We're about a ten-minute walk from Piazza San Marco," Akaashi says as he taps his glasses. His sharp gaze is locked on the map in his hands, likely committing most landmarks and details to memory. "Would you like to check it out?"

"Yeah! Let's do it."

"Off we go, go, go!"

Thus, a majority of your first day in Venice is spent sightseeing.

The three of you take a gondola ride through Canale Grande, then have a peek into the Gallerie Dell'Accademia at Akaashi's insistence, though naturally, you wouldn't have come all the way to Italy and not visited at least one art museum. Afterward, the three of you go to the Le Mercerie shopping district and buy gifts for your friends before finally taking a pit stop for the most delicious gelato in the city.

The sunsets sooner than expected, casting the entire block in deep red hues. Bokuto's mood is greatly influenced by it, and the jetlag certainly doesn't help. He props himself against you, nuzzling you in a way that says he's itching for a kiss.

"Tired, Kou?"

Bokuto hums. "A little... More hungry than anything."

He leans in and pecks your lips with a sated smile. "Maybe I should eat you. I mean, how is it my girl's so damn cute? Not fair, I can't resist."

You snort at Bo's silliness but can't help shivering a little at the tiny implication of his words. He always did like to lay his head on your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites where he could.

So, the thought of him eating you out made you squeeze your thighs together.

Akaashi approaches with your frozen treats held between his long fingers; having overheard Bokuto earlier, he tucks his wallet back into his pocket.

"We'll get some dinner after we drop off these shopping bags. How does that sound?"

You eagerly take your gelato from him with a smile.

"Sounds like a plan."

Akaashi nods, standing at your other side, close enough to brush elbows though not as close as Bokuto, who was nearly hovering.

The three of you are in one of the narrow, maze-like streetways, basking in the warm, early evening glow. The sweet taste of fruit and cream on your tongue fills you with so much contentment, especially while being with your favorite people. You aren't sure if anything could top the way you currently felt, and the trip has just barely started.

Upon arriving at your temporary place of residence, a quaint little villa on the waterfront just along the shore of Punta Sabbioni Beach, Bokuto immediately kicks off his sandals, dumps the bags, and promptly falls asleep on the couch.

"It's so weird seeing Kou like this." You remark. "On any normal day, he's brimming with almost too much energy, but now he's all tired."

"Well, he did stay up an entire twelve hours on the plane. It was only a matter of time before fatigue caught up to him." Akaashi picks up Bokuto's shoes with practiced ease and places them by the others.

There is a fond smile running along the edges of his mouth as he tucks a throw around the man's larger frame. You help him adjust a spare pillow under Bo's head and then set off to explore the rest of the area.

It seemed like everything about Venice was taken straight out of a romance film, with its cobblestone paths, gothic cathedral architecture, crisp ocean waters, and authentic Italian cuisine. It is no wonder the city's known to draw hapless souls together in romance. Even you fell subject to it, and by each passing moment, you crave to be with your boyfriends.

You are standing at the balcony overlooking the beach, satisfied with your inspection of the villa when Akaashi comes to stand behind you. He holds onto the railings, caging you in his arms, and rests his chin on your shoulder.

"He was right, you know." He murmurs. "You do look good enough to eat."

Blunt as ever. Apparently, something's never change.

Though one might say that Akaashi is as he's always been after high school and college, there is no denying his boost in confidence. After all, he had landed not one but two rather attractive partners.

He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, before latching onto your neck.

The sun's scenic view on the horizon, reflecting upon the beach sands of gold and shimmering orange waves, makes for an excellent backdrop.

You turn to face Akaashi and pull him into a heated kiss. His lips convey a sense of devotion to you, and with each press of them against yours, you can feel just how bad he's yearning for more.

"Kei," you whisper. "Let's go inside."

In a moment, Akaashi whisks you off your feet quite similar to how Bokuto would, though you both don't even make it to the bedroom.

Your other partner had sat up on the sofa, hair flat on one side, scrubbing his eyelids.

"Guys, I'm freaking starving!" Bokuto groans. "Let's get some food or something."

He doesn't even notice how you and Akaashi are breathing heavy or how your clothes are sporting wrinkles that were not previously there. Regardless, Akaashi has food delivered while you went ahead to shower the day's journey away. There are still two days left. You'd get your chance with them at some point.

♥️

Sadly, the entirety of day two is spent indoors. Heavy sheets of rain continue to fall, muddying the shoreline. The three of you huddle on the sofa wrapped in blankets with subtitled movies playing in the background.

Even though you would've much rather been out exploring in the city, just sharing in your boyfriend's warmth would suffice for now. Akaashi hands you a steaming cup of something rich in both color and smell.

"What's this?"

"Just espresso." He takes the empty seat beside you.

You savor the taste while leaning against his shoulder. "Mm, nice."

Bokuto keeps his head on your lap, loving how you thread your fingers into his hair.

It is a tranquil kind of peace that soon lulls you to sleep.

Later, when you finally wake up, it's dark, and you're alone. A blanket had been tucked around your shoulders to shield you from the sudden chill. At some point, the television had been shut off along with every light in the room. You might've been a little scared if not for the voices coming from the second floor. Slowly, you creep up the winding staircase, dragging along the blanket around your shoulders.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto chuckles. "You're finally up!"

His hair is down, wet from his shower, and he holds a thin towel together around his waist. In his hand is a cellphone, and he doesn't hesitate to shove the screen into your face. "Say hi, Tetsu!"

"Hi Y/N, how's it going?"

You blink slowly, still trying to wake yourself up.

"Kuroo, hey… I'm well. How are you?"

"Great, just about to head out for a late lunch. I hear it's almost ten pm over there."

"Yeah, it's an eight-hour time difference."

You and Kuroo continue to chat while Bokuto towels off his hair and puts on clothes. Afterward, you let Bokuto resume his conversation and join Akaashi on the bed. The man had gone full editor-mode with his glasses propped up in his hair as he read through some work documents.

When you approach, he greets you with a kiss on the cheek. "You look well-rested."

"Is that your way of telling me I have drool on my cheek, Keiji?"

He cracks a tiny smile, eyes taking in your features, then he pokes your cheek with his index finger. "Perhaps."

You scrub the corners of your mouth with your sleeve and drape yourself over Akaashi, work be damned. This was supposed to be a special weekend for relaxing.

"I really wanted to go to the beach today." You pout.

Akaashi interlocks his fingers with yours. "Maybe we still can. It stopped raining a few hours ago."

"Really?!"

You hop off the bed and head for the window. He's right, the rain had long stopped, and the beach lay bare, lit by only the moonlight.

Maybe a short walk to the beach would do you some good.

♥️

The grains of sand feel cold against your feet without the sun to beat down on them, but you don't complain. The air is humid enough on its own that you forgo wearing actual clothes and instead wear a swimsuit along with Bokuto's old Fukurōdani windbreaker.

You walk along the shore, toes digging into the sand, letting the ocean waves lap at your feet to wash them clean again.

At first, it's so eerily quiet without a soul around except you, but even that doesn't last long. You hear Bokuto's voice bellow into the night as he jogs towards you in nothing but swim trunks. Behind him, Akaashi trails slowly after with a blanket in hand.

"We thought you might want some company." He says and spreads the cover on the sand several feet away from the water, content with just watching.

Bokuto grabs your hand and you go running to the water with him, but a second later, you both come sprinting back.

"It's freezing!"

"S-So co-co-cold!"

You collapse on top of him, fingers splayed across his bare chest. However, when you try to sit up, Bokuto has other plans. He keeps you pressed to his chest with both arms around your waist.

"Let me keep you warm, baby!"

You know he meant it in the most innocent way, but you can't help but think other thoughts. Your nerves fray at the image that blooms in your head and spreads like wildfire.

And as Akaashi strokes your back, you know he's probably read your mind.

It's the way your eyes seem to glitter with want that gives it away. Akaashi has always been rather observant, and so your silent cues are something he's always been privy to.

His nimble fingers curve around the nape of your neck, and he tilts his head to capture your lips in a kiss. This one is unlike the one from yesterday. There is no rush, no desire to quicken his haste; instead, he savors the taste of you like it's something to be thoroughly enjoyed.

Underneath you, Bokuto stirs, growing aroused at the sight of his two lovers' kiss. He can't decide whether he wants to join in or sit back and watch. But his large hand comes down to stroke your ass, resulting in a moan you breathe directly into Akaashi's mouth.

"You're not usually so forthcoming, Keiji," you whisper against his lips. "Eager, are we?"

Akaashi pulls away just enough to pepper your face in feathery kisses. "Can you blame me? When I have such a lovely girlfriend here."

As if confirming his words, he slips a hand under your jacket and cups your breast. The pads of his thumb brush along the seams of your bathing suit, caressing your nipple.

"Kou, let's show Y/N just how much we love her, yes?"

Bokuto didn't need to be told twice. He had been in entranced by you and Akaashi, completely taken by the way your lips danced upon one another. But now, he wanted more than anything to touch you, kiss you, hold you.

Bokuto cradles you in his lap, propping your legs open with his knees so Akaashi can kneel in front of you. It didn't take much for him to relieve you of your clothing, namely your swimming bottoms. But the second the air hits your bare cunt, you feel tense.

You aren't sure what it was, but the atmosphere is different. Both Akaashi and Bokuto are so focused on you, it feels like you're under a spotlight.

"You're so pretty, so beautiful," Bokuto says while squeezing your thighs. His warm breath tickles your ear as he presses his nose into your neck. Next, his lips follow suit. "Wanna fuck you, so bad baby. You'd like that, right?"

His words earn him a chuckle from Akaashi, who merely licks two of his fingers, wetting them and sliding into you. Your mouth parts, shaky breaths barely expelled from your lungs. You're hyper-aware of the fact that you're literally being fingered on a beach in the middle of the night, and you can't bring yourself to care. It feels good to be pampered by the two men you love.

For every moan, Akaashi gives you double for your efforts, thrusting his fingers just right, curving them in such a way that has your back arching off Bokuto, who has also taken to fondling your nipples. With every roll of his hips, you feel his cock against your ass, and it pushes you further into Akaashi's fingers.

Your impending orgasm sweeps by so close and yet so far away. All you can do is rock yourself faster.

"Please," you whimper. "W-Wanna come."

Akaashi crooks his fingers, pressing into the perfect spot that sends you hurtling over the edge. Your cunt spasms around his fingers, clenching in intervals you have no control over until his hand is coated with your wet, slick juices that keep coming the more you squirt all over him.

"She's so wet 'Kaashi. Look at our pretty girl."

Akaashi places a chaste kiss on your forehead with a smile.

"She's doing well, so far. Let's see if she can keep going."

Bokuto shimmies his shorts off enough to free his hard cock. He had been uncharacteristically patient until now, but that was soon to change as he lines himself up with your cunt, teasing you with just the tip.

Your whining is unintelligible, but both men understand you more or less.

"Give the pretty girl what she wants," Akaashi says. He strokes his own hard-on at the sight of Bokuto's pushing past your wet folds. "I know she can take more than that."

Bokuto has always been girthy, and it takes you more than a few seconds to adjust to his size, but when you finally do, it feels like heaven.

The position you're in gives Bokuto all the power to thrust into you like a ragdoll. But it's only when you make eye contact with Akaashi that you realize that it's, in fact, the other way around for him in particular. From where he sits, stroking his cock with flushed cheeks and choked moans, you see just how much control you have over him.

"Kiss me." You moan.

Akaashi doesn't let you repeat yourself. He kisses you long and hard even as you grip his throat with one hand and his hair with the other. He kisses you until his lips are red and bruised.

"Good boy. Both of y-you."

Bokuto groans loudly. "Say it again. Keep saying it!"

"Y-You're both so good. I-" your hips stutter against Akaashi's fingers that are rubbing circles into your clit. "Good, so good-"

That's all it takes to take Bokuto over the edge, blowing his load. "Perfect, so fucking perfect."

You can feel another orgasm swelling up inside your belly. You try to tell them but can't, too overcome by the feeling of your body tingling with desire. It's too much, overwhelmingly so; your vision blurs with unshed tears as Bokuto continues to pound into sopping pussy. Pleasure floods every fiber of your being until you're limp and every nerve in your body is set alight.

Bokuto slips out of you easily, a string of his semen following.

You can only look on in a drowsy haze as Bokuto leans over and kisses you and then Akaashi, working him over with a tight fist.

♥️

The following morning, you’re the first to wake, but only because there’s a limb jammed into your back and a heavy weight on your chest. It takes you a moment to realize, but it’s Bokuto’s elbow poking you and Akaashi’s head resting on you.

All three of you are a tangle of limbs in bed, but you aren’t sure how you’d gotten there.

“G’mornin’” Bokuto breathes. His lips caress the column of your neck.

“Morning.”

You shift into a more comfortable position. Though doing so presses Akaashi’s morning wood against your thigh.

“Keiji, you awake yet?”

“Mmm barely.” Akaashi looks up at you through his lashes, then smiles and nuzzles closer into your chest.

Bokuto, content with being your big spoon, reaches over to touch Akaashi, hands cupping his cheek. “It’s Valentine’s Day!”

“That’s true, should we do something special.”

Thinking about the previous night, you feel desire stirring in your gut. “Could we just... do it again?”

Both men look to each other then back at you, sporting matching smiles.

“Why not?”

[dragon-kazansky]

Lay beside me | Helmut Zemo

Requested by @cherry-season

Collage made for me @real---remy Thank you so much!!!

Another lengthy one. Steamy situation ahead 😏

Sometimes you wanted to curse the way the universe worked. It's as if the universe took joy in your misery and you could nothing but deal with cards you were dealt.

The four of you: Sam, Bucky, Zemo and yourself, were stopping off at a hotel for the night. The place was pretty luxurious, but with Zemo in the group, you didn't expect anything less.

After finding out he's a Baron, nothing he does surprises you any more.

You were actually kind of impressed. You had never stayed anywhere so nice before. There was nice, and then there was nice. This place certainly fell under nice.

"Why do we have to be working? Why can't this be a vacation?" You sigh, looking around the beautiful lobby.

"Perhaps this is a reason to come back in the future," Zemo suggest, looking at you.

"As if I could afford to stay here on my own."

You all stroll up to the reception desk, letting Zemo take the lead. He requests four rooms, really not caring about the cost. He assumes everyone would be happier on their own, thought he wouldn't admit he wouldn't mind sharing a room with a certain someone.

He glanced at you. You were standing beside him, looking over at the seating area in the corner. He smiled at how interested you seemed in main entrance area alone. When the receptionist addressed him, he turned his attention there.

You wouldn't say this place was posh, but it was just so... classy. You really felt like you stood out in your gear.

"There's only two room available, with the festival in town, we are otherwise full."

All of you looked at the receptionist as if she had grown another head. That meant you would have to share with someone, unless....

"The three of you can share right?" You ask, looking at the three men.

"You mean I have to share a room with Bucky and Zemo? No, why don't we share?" Sam gestured between him and you.

"And leave Bucky alone with Zemo? Is that a good idea?"

"Well, I'm not sharing a room with Zemo."

"Then you have to share with Bucky."

"Which leaves you with Zemo." Sam couldn't see any good combination out of this. "I would rather Bucky than Zemo though."

You glance at Zemo who was looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Fine. I'll share with Zemo, but I won't hesitate to stab him if he does something," you warn, looking right at the Baron.

"Hey, I'm not complaining." Sam puts his hands up.

Zemo grabs the key cards off the desk, hands one to Sam and keeps hold of the other. Bucky glares at Zemo as you all enter the elevator.

Oh, it's awkward.

Bucky is standing behind Zemo, glaring at the back of his head. Sam is trying not to say anything. Zemo is looking at you from the corner of his eye, and then there's you standing there trying to avoid looking at any of them.

The ride up feels like forever. When the doors open, you're quick to get out. Unfortunately, you can just rush off. Firstly, Zemo has the key. Secondly, you're not sure which way the room is.

For a short bit you all go in the same direction, but Sam and Bucky have to break off down another hall to their room. Sam gives Zemo another warning, before reassuring you they will come quickly if you need them. You nod and let them go.

Helmut leads the way, unlocking the door when you arrive. He holds the door open for you.

"You first, little bird," he smiles as he gestures into the room with his free hand.

You duck past him and go inside.

The room isn't massive, but there's enough room to move around. There's a bed plenty big enough for two, a chair in the corner, a small desk and a stool. A tiny TV was situated on the wall.

It would do.

To be fair, you shouldn't complain. This is the nicest room you've had to stay in for a while. You walk over and sit in the chair.

Zemo places the key on the desk and removes his coat, hanging it in the small open wardrobe by the door. He turns around to face you.

"I apologise for the turn out."

You look at him stoically.

"It's fine."

Zemo was honestly over the moon he was sharing a room with you. He had hoped this would happen, it was an opportunity to talk to you without your "bodyguards" hovering around. Helmut hadn't had much of chance to sit and talk with you since your paths crossed.

"So, sleeping arrangements." Zemo runs his hand together as he looks at the bed.

"You take it. I can sleep in the chair." You were used to it, as much as you would love to relax in the comfortable looking bed. It looked so warm and welcoming.

"I won't allow that. It looks like we'll have to share the bed, little bird." He has a sly grin on his lips as he looks at you.

"You wish."

"There is no point in discomfort if the bed can fit two. I will not allow you to sleep on the floor or the chair. I already know your boys will come running if I step so much out of line. Are you really willing to sacrifice a warm bed for your own pride?"

You glare at him, but it's hardly threatening.

"No."

You stand up and walk over to the bed. You sit down on the other side, the mattress squashing down under you.

"Fine, but I meant it when I said I would stab you."

"I know," he chuckles.

The pair of you met up sigh the boys to have some dinner down in the food hall downstairs. Both boys checked in with you to make sure you were alright with the arrangements. You assured them it was fine, much to Zemo's delight.

Helmut assured you that you could order whatever you wanted, but you kept it pretty casual, not feeling good about leaching off him off him like this.

After the meal, you returned to your room.

You took off most of your gear and grabbed the remote for the TV. You decided to get comfortable in the bed and watch something.

Zemo disappeared into the bathroom to use the shower.

You really tried not to dwell on that too much. Yet, the idea of him in a steamy shower... no! No, you couldn't.

What is wrong with me?

You tried to focus on the TV, but you can't. You glance to the bathroom door. You can hear the shower running. He's in there, hot and wet... and naked.

Damn it brain!

You covered your face with your hands. You wanted to scream, but that would just bring him out to check on you.

You didn't hear the water turn off, or the door unlock moments later. You were far too occupied scolding yourself in your head, trying not to think about him.

"Is something the matter?"

You look up in shock, startled by his voice.

Now you're staring.

He was dressed in only a bathrobe, most of the top was open, his chest on display. There was a chain necklace hanging against the damp skin exposed to you.

You didn't realise the way your eyes soaked him in, or the way you licked your lips as you stared at him.

Zemo noticed.

"See something you like?"

You blink, shake your head, and turn away. He chuckles deeply as comes over to the bed. You feel the otherwise of the mattress dip down as he climbs in.

He smells so good.

Damn it!

You do everything in your power to avoid looking at him, but his presence is so prominent. You can feel him beside you.

Zemo is staring at you. He had been since he came back in. Your cheeks were flushed, you were very early trying to avoid him, and you were gripping the bed sheets like it was a life line.

He couldn't help grinning. He had no idea he could have this effect on you.

"Little bird~"

"Don't call me that."

"Liebling, then."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing bad." He grins.

"I don't trust that."

Zemo shifts so he is resting on his side, one hand supporting his head and the other resting on the bed in front of him. He keeps his eyes on your face.

You take a glance.

His smile grows when you catch his gaze.

You sink down into the bed, still trying not to look at him. Your eyes on the TV, but you still have no idea what's going on. You can't get him out of your head.

"You must be tired."

"A bit."

"Sleep, I promise I won't do anything," he speaks softly.

"I know."

He chuckles softly. He watches as you try and get more comfortable. You let out a relieved sigh when you find the right spot. He just watches you.

"This must be nice for you," you say, looking up at the ceiling.

"What do you mean?"

"Staying in a lavish hotel, sleeping in a big bed... and the company."

"I suppose. Though you get used to being alone in a cell," he states.

You give in and roll over, racing him. You have to look up since he is propped up over you. He smiles softly down at you.

The scent of the hotel soap wafts past your nose. God, it makes you want to do things.

Brain, stop it.

Your eyes are drifting to his chest again.

"What's going through that head of yours?"

"Nothing!"

"I don't believe you."

"Well it's the truth."

"I don't think so," he whispers.

"What do you think then?"

"Judging by the way you keep looking at me, and not at my eyes I might add, I think you have plenty on your mind."

"Well," you try not to blush too much as you meet his beautiful brown eyes, "if you knew how to tie a robe properly, I wouldn't be staring."

"I don't mind you staring."

"I mind." You sit up and glare at him.

"Show me how to tie a robe then." Zemo sits up in the bed and untied the belt, allowing the robe to fall open. He sits there looking smugly at you.

You have no idea where to look.

"Oh my God!"

He laughs. The sound send shivers down your spine. It was the most genuine sound you had ever heard. He may laughing at you, but you would give anything to hear that sound again.

"Show me."

You shake out of your thoughts and look at the belt he has left laying on either side of him. You have to move closer to him to get a good angle. You sit up and face him, trying to avoid straddling him. You grab the robe and close it over him, trying so hard not to stare. Though, your eyes did wonder, you stopped yourself when you realised he is literally only wearing the robe.

One of his hands reach up and tuck under your chin, bringing your eyes to meet his. The smile on his face is subtle. His eyes take in your beauty.

"Don't be shy. You can look."

You shake your head softly and continue to close his robe, ignoring the obvious below his waist. Was he really turned on by this?

His hand had drifted from your chin to your cheek. His thumb brushed gently across your cheekbone as you tied the belt around him. This time there was far less on view.

"Done," you whisper.

His thumb moves to brush against your bottom lip. His touch is so gentle and ghost like. Your hands are resting over his covered chest. You can feel his heart beating under your hand.

Before you can think too much about it, his arms are looping around you and pulling you down into his chest. Your face falls inches away from his face. His eyes flicker over your face, taking in every little detail. Your leg drapes over his as he captures your lips with his. He's careful to roll you over so you're against the bed and he's over you. His kiss becomes more fierce when he realises you're not pushing him away. Your hands loop around his neck to hold him against you. He moves from your lips to your jaw, down your neck, pulling at the collar of your top to kiss as much skin as can access.

That's when you stop him. You place your hands on his shoulders and push him back.

"This is wrong..."

"You weren't giving that impression," he moves his face back to yours, an inch of space rests between you.

"Zemo-"

"Helmut, please."

"Helmut... I can't. It feels like I'm betraying their trust."

"They'll never have to know."

"But I'll carry that guilt with me."

Those stunning eyes of his turn almost sad. His tongue runs across his bottom lip as he moves from above you. Zemo settles on side next to you, laying as close as he can to you.

"Then allow me tonight to hold you. I may not get this chance again." He holds his arm open to you.

You admire his messy hair and soft gaze. He offers you a tiny smile. You roll over and settle into his chest, his arm drapes around you and he gathers you into his embrace. He plants a kiss to your head as you rest against his chest.

"Sleep. I want to hold you for a while."

You tilt your head up to kiss his jaw and settle into his arms, closing your eyes and listening to the way his heart races.

You wanted to tell yourself Zemo was just lonely, but as you lay there with him, you wondered of he held you in high regard. Perhaps there was more to this than you were thinking.

In the morning when you wake, you're still tangling in his arms. Your head was on his chest, his arms were still wrapped around you, though loosely. Your legs were tangled with his and his head nestled against yours.

You lay there in silence.

You're not sure how much time passed before he woke, but you had enjoyed every single second of it.

When he realised you were still resting against him, he tightened his hold on your and planted a kiss to your head, much like he had done before you fell asleep.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, Liebling."

"I still don't know what that means," you mutter, not wanting to disturb the peace that had settled over you.

"I'll tell you later," he grins.

"I haven't slept that well in ages."

"I can say the same," he opens his eyes and looks at you, giving you a dashing smile.

"I almost don't want to get up."

"Then don't."

"We'll have to at some point," you tell him.

He chuckles softly as he closes his eyes again, nestling his face next to yours.

"We'll worry about that later. For now, let me enjoy this moment."

You smile and get comfortable against him.

"Alright."

Sam and Bucky and would throw a fit if they could see you now, but even that wouldn't be enough to stop how happy this man had made you in one night.

You hoped that, perhaps, you would get a second chance to do this. Maybe then you'll give him what he wanted last night.

Maybe, just maybe, something irreversible had begun.

@ajeff855 @moonstuffsteve @sky-writes-stuff @lieutenantn

[bonnymori]

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

Word count: 1200+

Contents/Warnings: (1) Fushiguro Megumi x gn!Reader (2) Classic training but no fighting scene I apologise (3) A... dirty humor joke? (4) Idiot in love cough cough (5) Laidback romance, this may become a pattern on my fanfiction :3

A/N: Hello, I introduce myself as Hara! This is my very first written piece! I would like to apologise for any typos, english is not my first language; that being said, I hope this works out alright! :)

It's around mid afternoon, the sky painted in a vibrant blue with multiple clouds scattered around, Fushiguro recalls having started training right after lunch; he politely declined Maki's suggestion of training together, it wasn't about strength or fighting hand to hand today, the struggle was his shikigami. Lately, he's been having problems over teamwork - before, he thought such a thing was impossible, since all of the shikigami were under one will alone, being his. Yet the amount of times the divine dogs have bumped into eachothers, sometimes Nue would simply skip past the target, not paying attention to it at all.

Or perhaps, he himself was to blame. Fushiguro likes thinking about you, more than he'd admit, but now it's starting to distract for real. That's what he need, to think of you- I mean, concentration! And maybe, new group attacks, that would do nicely, too.

He's been beating a tedious dummy for a hour and half now, maybe more. After managing to make up a combo or two, he sits down on the grass, just to breathe for a moment. Breathing is nice, he observes as the divine dogs go slack like their owner, now playing around with one another rather than chewing the dummies stuffing. His black and white snake is watching the banter between the canine shikigamis, tongue coming in and out just like a real snake. Nue settles upon the dummies ragged body, eyes closed- peacefully enjoying sunbathing. Fushiguro had no idea they were so lively until now, now he knew why people constantly asked if they could pet his shikigami.

He glances down at the frog supporting his arm, it's like they enjoy just laying on grass, just breathing like him.

"How many buddies out! Are you training today, Fushiguro?"

At the sound of your voice, you bet his lips casually turn upwars in a casual yet small smile. Kugisaki saw it from distance once, says she it's almost a robotic response.

"Yes, I'm training their cooperation." Fushiguro replies, swiftly getting up. He notices the frog from earlier making a beeline to you, as if to say hello.

So you crouch down and pets it briefly, smiling at the small creature.

"That ought to be hard, specially with a innefective dummy." You approach its remains, chuckling at all the stuffing and cloth scattered around. "Make me your target instead!"

Say what?

"I uh, come again?"

"I'll do the running and dodging, it's much practical this way!"

He has trouble accepting that, even if it's true. You mean more than an ally on his heart, and besides, that's some Itadori-level-recklessy. So he groans, slightly irritated and obviously, worried for your safety. "You'll get hurt."

"Don't we get hurt everyday? Even if there is an accident, I know you'll call them out and help me quickly, you notice things fast."

He does, Fushiguro would help you in a heartbeat- probably faster.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, lash out on me!"

Putting 'lash' and 'me' in the same phrase got heat rising on his ears, but he complied nonetheless. "Just letting you know, I'll stand here and the shikigami attacks."

You protest. "Wouldn't it be better if you fought among them?"

"For today, I'd like to focus on their compatibility only."

"Oh, got it! Next time we can work on the latter option then!" Next time. He wants there to be a next time.

Even though you're the one troubling his mind in battles, he's head over heels. He remembers when it all started, your relationship is basically pools worth of quality time. You came along with Itadori, tangled into the mess back in Sendai. Strangely, Fushiguro clicked with you even faster than Itadori- your collected personality was a great factor, even though you are just as cheerful as the cherry boy.

"You're spacing out, what's up?"

Fushiguro's gaze snapped up to meet yours, realizing his mistake. "Ah, nothing, let's start." His hands folded as your guard rose, so it begun. If you noticed his lame excuse, you didn't comment about it.

The ravenette was pleasantly relieved how easily you could deceive and dodge his attacks, his shikigami may leave a tear or two on your clothes, that he didn't have to worry about, because they're easily fixable. Naturally, the toughest for you to dodge was mostly his snake, sometimes Nue would surprise you from above, nothing you couldn't handle. He started intensing up using the combined attacks, and immediately noticed your faltering steps, earning a bruise on your calf. Although neither he or you stopped, adrenaline rushing through veins nonstop.

You somehow finished training with a bite mark over your forehead, not deep enough to be worth worry. The instant your bodies came to slack, his shikigami ran to you like little children lost in a supermarket. At this point, it was pratically multitasking, to pet both demon dogs while trying not to run out of breath having Orochi wrapped around your midsection. Megumi flushed over the affectionate antics, knowing they were a manifestation of feelings within himself.

Now, you and Fushiguro are spawled on the training field, neither showered, coated with sweat sticking to your clothes, but it didn't matter much.

"I never realized, just how many cursed energy do you have? It's surprising how many shikigami you kept our for this long time." Fushiguro heard you shifting to sit up, and followed you up.

"A bunch." It was not a creative nor informative answer, but you took it in with a smile on your face anyway.

He watched you get up to fetch a drink, careful to not trip over the shikigami also scattered around -- Fushiguro always 'forgot' to put them away next to you.

You handed him a strawberry yogurt box, the same drink also sat in your hands. "Well then, why are you spacing out so much these days? You can be honest with me."

'She's oblivious enough, I'm in need of advice, it's convenient.' So he thought, figuring if he disguised it enough, you wouldn't be able to tell. It's not a big deal if you did, though, saves time actually.

"Something's on my mind, and it troubles me during fights."

"Simple, you can just come in terms with it."

He glanced down, "Why?"

"The sooner the better, when you accept something, it comes at ease on your mind. I'm a hundred percent sure it works!" You gave him a thumbsup, slurping on the pink drink.

"Such faithful source."

"I'm sure it does! The thought keeps coming back because you're denying it, am I wrong?"

Not really, no. Fushiguro wants to keep it as friendship for the sake of your both careers within the jujutsu world; he knows it's dangerous, yet a part of him just wants to say 'fuck it', like if he had the guts to. The ravenette thinks it's a way too much generic way to describe what he feels, but it's the easiest, so he goes with it anyway. The back of his brain fears rejection, part of the reason why he hasn't made a move yet.

"I'll try it out."

"Good!" And you're always supportive no matter what, to the point it charms him more and more everyday.

For now, he's okay keeping it platonic. But, when the day after tomorrow comes, he just might confess.

[yeongwvnhi]

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Pairing - Baekhyun x fem reader -> exes to lovers | Genre - Angst, fluff | warnings - none | taglist - @twancingyunhoe @trashlord-007 @tiddy-boys | synopsis - when Baekhyun and you broke things off a year ago, it felt alright, but you came to the painful realization that nobody could ever replace him or love you like he did | word count - 2.1k | thanks to @tiddy-boys for beta-reading ♡

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It's days like these, rain hitting the window in harsh taps and angry wind blowing, when the nostalgia hits the hardest. After all, you were always one to dwell on the past. It's just what you do. 

Every day felt the same after the two of you broke things off. You don't even remember why exactly you even ended it in the first place. The pain still sits deep, coming to haunt you when you least expect it. 

Rainy days like those just trigger the nostalgia, the memories and bygone feelings. 

It's 12pm when you check your phone, yet you're still laying in bed. The lack of motivation due to this sudden wave of sadness is something you're not experiencing for the first time. 

And it's killing you slowly. These feelings are eating you up from the inside out. 

Without even realizing, tears are running down your cheeks in even, salty streams. 

"Why am I even crying…" You mumble and lift your arm to cover your face, trying to make it stop. "God, I'm so pathetic" 

You try to manage to stop your tears, wrist harshly rubbing your eyes. After a minute or so, you succeed in stopping them. 

instead pick up your phone, unlocking it and opening Instagram. 

One peek won't hurt, right…? 

His name at the top of your searches seems to be mocking you as you hover your finger above it. Should you really do it? What if he found someone new and his profile is filled with couple pictures? Or what if he feels nothing and is glad to be alone? What if, what if, what if…

"Fuck it" you hiss and tap on his username, his profile popping up after a brief second of loading the page. 

He… hasn't posted anything for a few months, his last post being from October last year. 

Oh for fucks sake… is this a good sign or not? It could mean he's been seeing someone new, but it could also mean he's just been living his life like usual. 

So many possibilities, yet no resolution seems to be in sight. 

"This is so annoying, oh my gooood" You groan and smack your head into your pillow, laying sprawled out like a star with an annoyed pout on your face. 

"It's been a god damn year," You grumble, "why do I still feel like this?" 

The sound of your fist hitting the mattress of your bed is dull, not the way you wanted it to sound. "I hate this, UGHH" The frustration in your voice is for sure loud and clear, accentuated well by the 'ugh'. 

This whole situation is stressing you out. "I need a shower.." You mumble, absent-minded, as you fling the covers back and swing your legs over the edge of your bed. 

—

Despite the gloomy weather, you decided to take a walk outside. The rain still hasn't let up, droplets of it occasionally hitting your face. 

"Why is it so cold today? It's already spring…" You mumble quietly to yourself, eyes strictly trained on the path in front of your feet and head held low. 

You're so lost in your thoughts, you don't see the person headed your way. 

And apparently, the person doesn't seem to notice you as well. So your shoulders collide and you stumble, umbrella falling out of your hand and fast quick steps to regain your balance. 

"I'm so sorry! Are you al-" The man rushes to apologize, but his words get stuck in his throat as he takes in who he just, quite literally, stumbled into. 

Rain has hit you mercilessly, soaking you from head to toe within seconds as you stand there, paralyzed. "Baek…Baekhyun?" 

His eyes are wide and mouth slightly open in shock as he doesn't know what to say or do. 

He hasn't seen or talked to you in at least nine or ten months for sure. What is he even supposed to say? "Yeah… it's- it's surely been a while" he dumbly answers. "Ah! Your umbrella!" Baekhyun rushes to pick it up and hold it over your figure. 

But the damage is already done. 

You're shivering, dripping with water but still you've a tiny smile on your lips at the sight of him. 

You delicately take hold of the handle, fingers gently enclosing around the man's hand. 

He doesn't move to let go, just standing there and staring into your eyes. "I-" 

You cut him off by mistake with a sneeze, the cold creeping in deep. It feels like your bones might freeze, grasp around both Baekhyun's hand and the handle of your umbrella tightening, muscles contracting to desperately stay warm. "S-Sorry for interrupting you" You say, teeth clattering and eyes averting. 

"No no don't worry about it!" He insists, "but we should get you home, your hand is cold as ice, Y/N" 

"Ah… you're right" You nod and he flashes you a warm smile. 

"Do you still live in the same apartment or did you move?" Baekhyun asks, back to being concerned about your wellbeing now. 

"I- I still live in the same place" You reply, your free hand holding onto your jacket for warmth, but in vain. 

"That's too far away, my place is way closer" He objects and gently pulls you along, "come on, let's get you freshened up before you really get sick" 

You only manage an awkward nod and let him lead you along, a surprisingly pleasant silence engulfing you two. 

—

Baekhyun unlocks the door to his apartment and firstly puts both of your umbrellas away, taking off his wet shoes in the process and you follow along. 

"Come on, I'll show you the bathroom" He says and you tag after him. 

He opens the door, turns on the light and quickly pulls out two towels for you. "You can just use my shampoo, I don't have anything suitable here for you, sor-" 

"Thank you" you break his rambling. "You wouldn't need to do this, so thank you" 

Baekhyun smiles softly, although his eyes tell a different story. "I'll bring you some clothes in a bit, okay?" 

"Mhm" you nod and give him a curt bow before he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. 

You waste no time in stepping out of your soaked clothes and into the shower. 

You set the water to a nice warm temperature and rinse off the cold first, feeling relieved. 

Then there's a knock. "Hey Y/N, I'm putting some clothes on top of the washing machine for you now" he announces before opening the door, doing as he said and then leaving just as quickly as he came. 

"Still the considerate guy he always was…" You mumble with a sad smile, old memories coming back to haunt your mind with sweet images of the two of you. Him always knocking before he'd enter a room you would be in to announce himself. 

You loved that about him, he was always mindful of others and you're happy to see it hasn't changed at all. 

—

You finished quickly and put on the clothes he gave you. Some boxers and a way too big on you, black shirt. You dried your hair as best as you could with the towel he gave you and made sure you don't look like a lion by patting down your hair a bit. 

"Baekhyun?" You timidly call out after opening the door a bit. 

"Yeah?" He replies and you hear his footsteps approach. "What is it?" 

"Uhm- Where to put my wet clothes?" You ask. 

"Oh- Hold on, I'll put them in the washing machine" He says with big eyes and opens the machine for you to put them in. "I'll dry them after they're washed so you can change back, alright?" 

You nod quickly and thank him quietly. He opens the machine and you put your clothes inside, him doing the rest. 

"So, uh-" 

"Do you want some water?" He quickly asks, ears flaring red as he avoids your eyes. 

"Sure" you squeak back and follow him into the kitchen. He gets a glass out of a cupboard and fills it with water before handing it to you. 

You nip at the liquid as Baekhyun leans against the countertop adjacent to you, eyes taking in your figure. 

He missed seeing you in his clothes, you always looked so good in them. He just missed you in general. 

The reason why the two of you broke up a year ago? 

Baekhyun remembers it all too well. 

It was a work related thing actually. The two of you worked in different shifts and barely saw each other, yet alone had time for any couple stuff. 

Free days? Spent alone or arguing about never seeing each other. 

And at one point you had said to just break up. In that moment Baekhyun felt like he was hit by lightning, body stiff and eyes wide. He couldn't believe what he heard. Baekhyun felt anxiety cursing through his veins as his brain processed your words.

You had told him that you wouldn't hate him, but that your situation at that time just didn't allow any dating. The two of you never had hard feelings about the outcome, but it was hard to suddenly go back to being alone. 

And now you're here, in his apartment, wearing his clothes and smelling just like him. He can't believe this is happening. 

"Uhm, so" You speak up after setting the glass down on the other counter behind you. Your hands come up to grab the surface besides your waist and you avoid the man's eyes. 

"Yes?" Baekhyun can't help the hopeful hint in his voice as he urges you to continue your thoughts. 

"How has life been for you?" 

A chuckle escaped his lips at your question, shoulders jumping up and down in the process before he answered. "It's been rather boring but nice, if you get what I mean? I found a different job and work from home now" 

You nod quietly, "I've also found a new job and my shifts are less hectic" 

"Have you… found someone new?" 

You halt at his inquiry, gears in your mind temporarily stopping and he seems to take the lacking answer the wrong way. A frown pulls at his normally friendly and soft expression, making him look grumpy and bothered. "I see" 

"No, no! I- I haven't found anyone!" You quickly say, "I just… I couldn't move on" 

His expression changes to a sad smile, although he's kind of glad you're still somehow his. "Me neither" 

You scoff lightly, a cheeky smirk suddenly on your face. "No wonder, nobody could put up with your annoying ass anyway" 

"Hey!" He exclaims in shock. 

"I'm joking, I'm joking!" You insist, holding your stomach and laughing. "You're bearable most of the time" 

"That doesn't make it any better!" Baekhyun whines and you laugh out loud, hand flying up to cover your mouth. 

"Still the cocky little girl you've always been" He fires back and you snort. 

"Like you're one to talk" You roll your eyes at him and he exhales through his nose. 

His hands grab you by the collar of his shirt you're wearing and unexpectedly pull you into him. You squeal, hands shooting up to brace against his broad chest and you look up to be met by his cocky smile. "You never knew when to stop, no change at all there" he playfully nags. 

"Shut up" You weakly fight back. 

Baekhyun chuckles and you feel the rumble drumming against the palms of your hands. "How come you haven't moved on?" 

You lower your head, hands fumbling with his shirt. "Well… I came to the conclusion that just nobody could replace you. Nobody could love me like you did…" You mumble against his chest and Baekhyun feels a smile creeping up on his face. 

"I felt the same" He whispers back and his arms move to pull you into him more by your waist. 

After hearing that, you look back up at him with big eyes. "Really?" 

He nods and flashes you a bright smile. "Even though we fought a lot and barely had time for each other, I never stopped loving you" 

"Shut up" You almost whimper and move your hands to pull him closer by the back of his neck, lips meeting in the middle. 

Baekhyun's eyes almost fell out of their sockets before he came to his senses. 

One of his hands found its place on the back of your head as he moved his lips against yours with fervor. He greedily breathes you in, not wanting this to end as moves his mouth against yours. 

You shiver when his tongue meets yours and that's when you draw the line… for now. 

He chases after you for a second and you chuckle, dazed eyes meeting yours. "Slow down tiger" you say and peck the corner of his mouth. 

"Okay, okay" He smiles and pulls you in for a hug, "will you let me love you again?" 

"You bet"