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âI donât wanna do this.â
âCmon, Toj. Donât be such a baby.â
âThe problem is Iâm not a baby. Iâm old. Theyâre gonna think Iâm your life coach not your boyfriend.â You pause, looking at him quizzically.
âYou would be a horrible life coach.â He glares at you before stuffing his hands impossibly deep in his pockets.
âIâm wrinkled and old.â You bark out a little laugh, which he doesnât really seem to find that entertaining.
âYou have great skin, Toji.â
âIf they want kids they can just throw that out the window âcuz Iâm so ancient Iâm probably infertile or somethinâ.â
You donât think nervous would be the word to describe your boyfriendâs demeanor. Toji doesnât really get nervous, youâve realized, and on the rare occasion he does he doesnât show it. Youâd say this is something else. This is dread.
You didnât have to ask him twice to meet your parents. The second you brought it up he agreed without a beat because, no matter how awful it is for any man to meet the potential future in-laws, Toji would do anything for you.
You know now, even as heâs bitching, if you offered to cancel heâd scoff at the thought and walk in with his head high; but his fear is coming from a reasonable place. When you told your parents you were dating someone twenty years your senior, they didnât react so kindly. Whenever youâd mention his name your dad would mutter something and your mom would raise her voice to that unbearable pitch and say it was âjust an outrageâ.
But theyâd warmed up to him. Theyâd listen to your stories of the grandeurâ or simpleâ acts of love Toji would express, theyâd ask about his job (which you never got too into), and theyâd even spoken to him on the phone a couple of times.
ââN why the fuck am I wearing this?â He tugs at the blazer that is indefinitely a size too small on his large frame.
âItâs a nice place, baby.â You swat at his hand, smoothing the fabric back down against his chest.
âThanks for doing this with me.â He deflates at that, lifting a hand to pat the top of your head the way he should. You never see the age gap with Toji. You just see a man you love who, more importantly, loves you.
âAnytime, ma.â He bumps his shoulder into yours. âNow get châer hands off me. Tryna be all over me in front of your folks?â
Toji doesnât look like the picture perfect boyfriend your family would love. Heâs intimidating in stature, brash, and that scar over his lip makes you assume the worst. But right now, he reaches for your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. Right now, he opens the door for you and places his large, warm hand on the small of your back as he pushes you forward. Right now, the scar on his lips muddles into his face as he reaches his secure and gentle hand out to grasp at your fathers.
Your last name sounds formal leaving his mouth, and as he says his own it sounds like something youâd feel far more comfortable with.
#toji x reader#toji drabble#toji fluff#older toji x reader#toji fushiguro x you#toji x you#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen fluff
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had the worst idea ever
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hey guys can we talk about the way the starromantics are appropriating the moonromantic flag? ive seen way too many ppl be just. chill with it??? saying mistfog like """"oh well the moon and stars are basically the same things"""" like babes have yall never looked up at the sky. those two things are Very Much Not The Same!!!!!
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the flags literally aren't? anything the same??? are you still using the moonro flag by stagefright-stardust. that guy was outed as a dischanger you know
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Wow! a clueless entitled vaugardian who without any proof decides that any astros are dischangers! stars could we just stop with the bigotry. anyways you're blinding wrong Look At This Fog:


like literally the starro flag is just two less stripes than the moonro flag. could yall not stick a moon or star onto one of them to show the difference
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Good Change, astros are annoying. We get it! You're all hopelessly infatuated with the night sky! You know alllll the little lights up there because you studied soooooo hard to get an A+ on the test!!! Leave the rest of us alone!
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my brother in stardust This Is Basic Knowledge
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like if this were me trying to get you to name the stars in the sky then yea id see how thats absurd but like???? how do ppl live like this?????
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op i feel your pain :[ EDIT I KNOW ITS ASTRONOMY STOP CORRECTING ME
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Whats the difference between an astromantic and an islander /genuine
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islanders are people from that Unnamed Island (you know the one, don't think about it). because its an island. this is most people. now scholars speculate that the Unnamed Island was really weird about stars. astromantics are people who feel like their romantic life is tied up with the island/stars. honestly im just a tranny dyke so i cant tell you what thats like
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so firstly YEAH! yeah i wish astro trauma was more talked about in the astro community! like calling stagefright a dischanger or just hating on astros. anyway obviously stagefright's not a dischanger but apparently like most astros she was taking refuge in vaugarde. However due to recent circumstances relating to a certain monarch,
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as a starro i think youre stupid. they literally have a difference of two stripes!!! i bet youre not even a real astro. to my starro followers: you all are so valid and dont allow petty infighters like op to divide us astros!
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well actually while youre right about the infighting thing yall do need a better flag than the standard one stagefright made. i drew this in like less than a minute (forgive the messiness i edited this at 2AM my time)


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that looks blinding awful. are you astrophobic or something thats such a joke. blocking you
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these are crabbing sketches??? not the real thing??? i know this is piss-on-the-poor website but come on
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Haha. what a fool you are to think me poor of reading comprehension skills. I am far above a blinded fool like you. Do you know what its like, being astromantic? every day people send me asks on anon yelling at me about my ugly white NATURAL hair, and you're just as bad as them. this is a disgrace to the astromantic community. you say in your bio that you are supportive of all astros but are you really? when you can create such mistfog as pictured above??? if you do not delete those pictures off your blog i will sneak into your house and suck off all your teeth one by one so you cannot speak your awful opinions aloud. i will tell the universe to kill your family and curse you with immortality so you can watch and suffer as horribly as i did laying my eyes upon these """""flags""""". wither and waste in the agony of your own unfulfilling and insignificant life, worthless vaugardian. be blinded forever idiot >:/
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i feel like this post is kind of getting off track could we talk about the flags again. plates' flags looked kinda cool and weren't cheap copies of each other
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you SUPPORT this fool? you SUPPORT plates, who ruins the delicate harmony of astromantic spaces through xyr tasteless insults and mockeries??? how dare you calm yourself an astro op. TRUE astros must walk through fire in order to find any happiness in their perpetual incompletion. for example, i have been persecuted by ka buan officials for my sexuality, nearly slain by vaugardian defenders, and then forced to flee to mwudu in order to survive the king. fools such as you are the reasons we haven't found the island yet. a kiddie like you needs to go back to potty training if you think plates has any credibility whatsoever. go burn up in the atmosphere and let not a soul tell where you lie
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Anyone in this thread eat crab
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Official Astromantic Post!
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i made this two blinding months ago and forgot about it are you seriously like. a vaugardian
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EW AN ASTRO!!! go back to the ocean you mooneyed crabs. don't you crabbing weirdos know not to infest holy everchanging sites like tumblr with your weird stupid sky obsession. lol
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Saviorshipper. blocked
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savior shipper, bolcked
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Ew, saviorshipper. blocked
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wow i cant believe ive found the original! ive only seen this in screenshots! and its only four months old!!!
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someone wish me out of existence already
#wow only six months old lol? this post is a mess. thx for putting this on my dash mira #poor op #islander talk #moot talk #longpost #shitpost #< i hope
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@.star-of-the-show tutorial for you stardust! i want you sososo bad
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#originally this was just gonna be the pride flag discourse but as you can see this is Not just the pride flag discourse#anyway pride flag discourse in isat would be insane. colorpicking grays to make sure you're not accidentally using a diff flag#for humors#forgotten homeward star#dash sim#in stars and time#isat#dash simulator#russet rambles#update: fixed a few minor things. added follows and a few tags for sif#isat spoilers
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I recently started a brand new adventure of being a âshipperâ. I believe this is karma because I judged those who were obsessed with Taylor and Travis. đŹ
I have fallen hard into my shipping era and it is not for the weak. It is so mind consuming I at times worry for my mental health.
Hi my name is Gemma and I am a Lukola shipper. My god, the chokehold Nicola Coughlan and Luke Newton have on me should be studied. I cant help but be in complete awe of the relationship they have. These two humans share an undeniable other-worldly connection. I have never seen anything like it, the way they look physically different in the presence of one another is something else, their whole existence changes. They shine brighter, they appear more at ease and just blissfully in-tune with one another. Like they physically look different around each other (in a good way) it is wild, I am completely mesmerized. If they are not a couple or never become one, it is really unfortunate because what they have is rare and special. Many will spend their whole lifetime searching for what they have.
I was kind of late to the shipping game so I joined TT to assist in my obsession and do my research. It was fun to see all the edits of the WT and join in on some lives to dissect some clues Nicola was dropping that they could possibly be a couple. I have to admit at times the dissecting was a little âcreepyâ, but I was still watching! So obviously I wasnât that creeped out, I was just letting others do the dirty work so I didnât come off creepy.
But then the âadjacentâ shippings began and it all just became a game of âwho is rightâ. Donât get me wrong, I want my ship to be right but the constant attacks between the different groups of shippers has become toxic and it is unnecessary. Why canât we just stay in our belief lanes, weâll be much happier. Isnât it best to all stay in our own little ship bubbles and just have some light hearted fun?
Then there is this whole side of people preaching a moral high ground and demanding people to stop their shipping⊠why? Because you think that shipping is going to hurt/ruin Nicola and Lukeâs relationship? I am almost certain fans views, beliefs, words, shipping etc. has no effect on Nic and Lukeâs relationship, it will only affect how they share it publicly. We are not that important. Then we have the people who feel that they need to defend Nicola and Luke from whats being said or shared, is that needed either? Celebrities donât need your defending and they donât ask for it. And sometimes in defending it actually makes things worse. There is no such thing as the best fan award.
Personally, a lot of Lukola blogs I have seen on here have been as respectful as they can be in sharing their thoughts and opinions. They arenât out there spreading hate towards Nic and Luke, if anything I see them just wanting the best for them. Even if I donât agree with everything they say, I move past it, it is very rare for people to see things 100% the same, especially when we actually know nothing to be definite. What I do see is just plain hate in their ask calling them names and even demanding they âshut down this blog now!â⊠Why? Because they believe something you donât? Notice when I talk about blogs I only have reference to Lukola ones, because those are the ones I read because I am a fan of Luke and Nic and their relationship. I donât go to ones who are part of other ships and try to convince them of other things, there is no point, thats what they want to believe and be a part of and thats their right.
Anyway, I am in no way above sharing my opinions on the Lukola situationship, and would like to share some thoughts. If you have made it this far and are not a Lukola or will be offended by things I say about the âadjacentsâ stop reading because all it will do is anger you and most likely prompt you to send me a hate message. Nothing you say will make me stop shipping them.
My beliefs are:
Without a doubt Nicola loves Luke and is highly protective of him. This girl was ready take on a bee who was threatening her buddy Luke. She was not playing. I love that interview, she was so distracted because Luke was being threatened by a bee he is supposedly âallergicâ to, that she even moves herself closer to him so she can defend him better đ©... The interviewer is like âi feel like a third wheelâ đ. I canât, could this be any cuter. We have seen many instances where Nicola has defended Luke directly and indirectly, because you fiercely protect those you love. I feel everything we have seen from her (non-professional) stems from that protectiveness she has for him.
Then there is Luke towards Nicola. I am sorry anyone who says this man is not completely infatuated by that woman is lying. He is an awe of her. Just look at the tapes for evidence, when I said earlier about looking physically different, Luke is literally night and day from what he physically looks like in the presence of Nicola to not. You canât convince me that man is not madly in love with that woman.
Antonia. I am not a fan. Yeah, I have tried to take the mature approach and be like âoooh sheâs youngâ âi donât know herâ âpeople hate her for no reasonâ âaccept she is with Lukeâ⊠blah, blaaaah, blaah. No, Antonia wants to be noticed. She has done stuff to troll the fans of her supposed bf. The insinuation post are purposeful, with intent to rile up the crowds. Anyone who says otherwise is lying to themselves. All she has done is cause more harm than good to Luke, shouldnât a good gf want to do the opposite? She should have used her extra social media exposure to her advantage of showing off her talents and work, but instead she chose to post pictures to prove she was in the presence of her famous bf. You shouldnât have to try so hard to prove you are in a relationship with someone. Isnât it interesting that any time Luke and Nic could possibly be linked together, an ambiguous pic drops to hint she is/was there. Why does she have to stay so hidden? Those who say it is to keep their relationship private, then why does she try so hard to publically prove she was there? I am done trying to be mature, the only things I have to go on for my decision to like people I dont personally know is the public image they present, and I donât like hers.
Jake at times can seem to be stirring the pot, but he has used a lot of his extra exposure to highlight his career. Just through his socials I have come to realize that he is a very talented young actor. I do not believe Jake and Nicola are a couple, it is that simple. I think they were somehow linked together, and then just went with it because of certain cicumstances. I do get frustrated at times because I do feel the dating narrative is pushed by Nicola and it is frustrating to me because I have to read Jakola BS. But then I remember that Nicola is a sassy queen and thatâs why I love her and move on. The fact that some canât see the satire being shared by them of the relationship, is confusing to me. But, we all believe what we want to believe. I do think Nicola and Jake are good friends.
The parallels between Luke and Nicâs lives at this point are too coinsidental to make me believe itâs 100% truth. Both of them date young 20 year olds and receive hate for dating them. Not only do they receive hate for dating but for hanging out with them in their friend groups and get blamed for being immature or creepy because they choose to party or vacation instead of being a grown-up. đ. Nah, something just isnât adding up for me.
Listen, I really know nothing about these people. I just love Luke and Nicolaâs love, I just want them to be happy together forever and ever, is that such a bad thing? In the grand scheme of things is it really that bad to want people to be in a relationship that you feel will make them happyâŠisnât that shipping? I will be rooting for them until iâm dead and buried.
Until the wheels fall off. Lukola forever âđ».
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Running in Circles - Eight



Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader
CW:Â Depression, FP (favorite person) thoughts, past addiction, mentions of losing a loved one (I think thatâs all but please let me know if I missed anything)
Word Count: 10.3k
Authorâs Note: I had most of his written and ready to go before I took a break from posting. I went back and forth for a long time, debating if I wanted to keep her backstory like this, but I want a complex MC. I want to bring awareness to topics like these and I want people to see inside the mind of those who struggle with things like this. (Also very sorry I keep changing the names of characters. Y/Nâs ex is now Chris, because I hated the name Ronnie.) (Also Iâm working on editing the pictures and shit for the past chapters so sorry that things look different)
Tags: @theanarchymuse95 @dontwantthemoney @chey-h @badomensgoodomens @bloody-spades @blade-dressed-in-red @xmads-omensx @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @thatchickwiththecamera @tosoundlessdarkistare @lacy1986 @follow-me-down-to-wonderland @death-ofpeace-ofmind @heyyoplayer
Part Seven
Y/N
âGuys, stop, youâre gonna break it!â I laughed out, yelling at Cal and Damien, who were messing around with the control board in the studio.Â
The boys ended up coming over to Daveâs house, and after about twenty minutes of them freaking out about meeting Dave and all of Lorna Shore, followed by walking through the house in complete awe, they became quickly acquainted⊠a little too quickly.Â
The groupâs personalities were a little too alike, and now I was back to babysitting multiple grown men. I had to ask Dave to follow my idiots to make sure they didnât break anything of his, but he just laughed me off, even though I was completely serious.Â
Now, my boys, Dave, Will, Moke, and I were all hanging out in the studio as the rest of the guys did who knows what. Iâm afraid Iâm ever going to leave this room. My boys got a little too excited seeing how professional everything was, and Dave, enthusiastic at the thought of showing more people his things, told them to have fun. Which wasnât the best idea, seeing that they were now touching absolutely anything they could get their hands on, and I could feel my blood pressure rising.Â
Will and I just sat back and watched as Cal, Finn, and Damien treated the room like a zoo, and Dave and Moke explained what everything did. I couldnât have been more stressed out, knowing how they treat their own instruments, but Will did his best to keep me calm, saying that if they did do something they werenât supposed to, Dave would let them know. And I was realizing just how little our band knew about things like this. When we produced our music, we ran shitty software on Calâs PC after recording in a âstudioâ at the local music shop, thanks to Damien knowing a guy who worked there and was willing to hook us up. While we were technically under a label with our âmanagerâ coming from them, it wasnât a big one that helped us with any production or promotion. We did that all ourselves. And it was also now hitting me that the only reason why we were even able to join such a large tour was because Noah probably begged his band and management to set it up. Â
âY/N, why donât you check more things out? Iâve only seen you in the booth,â Moke shouted towards me in the midst of the chaos, pulling me out of my overwhelming thoughts, âDo you play any instruments? Or only vocals?âÂ
âOh, she plays a mean guitar,â Damien answered for me, making me shake my head.Â
âI do not. Iâm so bad at it, which is why I only sing on stage. But I used to play the piano,â I answered. Dave walked past me to his wall of guitars.
âWell, I donât have a pianoâŠyet. But why donât you show us what you can play?â He said as he grabbed a guitar off the shelf and walked it over to me. I eyed the guitar, then him, then at the rest of the guys staring at me.Â
âWhy am I the one whoâs always put on the spot?â I semi-joked as I took the guitar from him, staring at him apprehensively.
I stared down at the guitar in my hands. I didnât want the boys knowing that I actually really enjoyed guitars, knowing how the whole vocals thing went earlier in the tour, but I couldnât help but admire the Taylor 814ce. One that was handed to me like it wasnât a dream to touch, let alone play.Â
I was never confident in my guitar playing, especially around Finn and Calum, who could pick up any song you throw at them and perfect it in a week, and how they always helped me if I needed someone to play a few chords to help me with getting a song worked out in my head, so I never really felt like I was one to admire such a beauty if I wasnât the most informed in the group. But this was a beauty.
After a few moments of taking in the amazing condition Dave kept his instruments in, I finally turned back to the boys.Â
âSo uhâŠwhat do I play?â I ask sheepishly. I donât even know if I remember any of the songs I learned all those years ago, and being put on the spot really wasnât helping me think.Â
âWhatâs that one song you always used to play in highschool? I remember when I showed you my first Fender, you started playing that one songâŠuhhh âYouâre only six feet tallâ or something like that?â Finn suggested, making me chuckle.Â
âThatâs an easy song, definitely not one Iâd choose to show off my talent if I had any,â I reply with a smirk.Â
âStill, I havenât heard you play or even sing that song in too long. Give it a go. Please?â I looked at him for a moment before rolling my eyes and getting the guitar in position.Â
It had been years since I played âOn the Brightsideâ, but itâs just repeating chords, so stare down at the strings and try to wrack my brain of which chords those were.Â
I begin strumming what I thought might be them, but it still sounded off. My hand instantly went to the pegs, before pausing and looking up at Dave, silently asking permission to butcher the tuning of his gorgeous guitar for a single song, but he surprisingly nodded.Â
As I start tuning the E string, finally hearing some familiarity in an E flat, it all starts coming back to me. I eventually tune every string to a flat, and start strumming a few chords, making sure that I actually remember them correctly. Once I got the hang of it, I began.Â
I met a man of two feet tall
This man was quite ambitious
In a world that is so vicious to us all
I said, âHi,â as he replied
He said, âListen to these words that I have lived by my whole lifeâ
âYouâre only as tall as your heart will let you be
And youâre only as small as the world will make you seem
When the going gets rough and you feel like you may fall
Just look on the brightside, youâre roughly six feet tallâ
I couldnât hit Christofer Drewâs high notes, but I continue strumming and bringing this song back into my heart. Not that I normally can forget songs, but this one will forever be ingrained into my brain. Iâve lived by these words since the day I first heard this song, and it was one of the first ones I ever tried learning on guitar when I was young. It has been quite some time since Iâve played it, but now that I'm doing it again, itâs going to be a while before I forget it.
I am a man of six feet tall
Just looking for some answersÂ
In a world that answers none of them at all
Iâll say, âHi,â but not reply
To the letters that you writeÂ
Because Iâve found some piece of mind
Cause Iâm only as tall as my heart will let me be
And Iâm only as small as the world will make me seem
And when the going gets rough and I feel like I may fall
Iâll look on the brightside, Iâm roughly six feet tall
I softly hold out the last note and let the chord ring out for a few moments before pressing my hand down and stopping it, looking up at everyone. Moke, Dave and Damien clap with an impressed look on their faces, Damienâs being a little smug, as Finn and Cal give me a pleased smile, seemingly happy to hear me play again.Â
âDamn, dude, is there anything you canât do?â Will asked with a laugh beside me, making me chuckle.
âItâs a seven chord song. Damien could probably learn it,â I tease, causing an offended âHey!â from Damien. Will pats my shoulder with a smile.Â
âIâm serious. While youâd definitely need lessons to do anything near Adam, Andrew or Finnâs level, Iâm convinced thereâs nothing you canât easily learn.â
âOh, thereâs a lot I canât learn,â I said with an eye roll. One thing being how to stop messing shit up in my life, but I donât say that out loud.Â
The boys go back to chatting together, occasionally mentioning how we should find a studio as nice as this to practice in New York, but I stay out of the conversation. I do my best to retune Daveâs guitar before sliding it back on its stand, not wanting to feel like I messed with it too much.Â
As I make my way back to my seat, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I slip it out and unlock it as I sit back down.Â
Matty- Hey, sorry I missed your texts. The guys and I have been spending time with Noah. I donât want to get into it too much over text, but he seems to be regretting that party. A lot.Â
Matty- Sucks I couldnât have met Will and hung out with everyone, but since weâre home and have some sense of normalcy back after about a month, we were hoping that might help him out a little bit.Â
I stare at Mattâs texts for a few moments, trying to understand. He regrets it? Iâm assuming he means sleeping with that girl, since I havenât heard about him doing anything else stupid, but is he really regretting it that badly?Â
Yeah, it upset me and threw me back into a bit of a rut, but those are easily triggered when my feelings get hurt. And I already knew that trying anything with Noah would put my feelings on the line, especially going so many years thinking of him rather than getting out there and moving on from him or my ex.
I sigh and think for a moment. I donât know if Noah found out anything about Will and me yet, but I donât want him regretting doing something we both did. Not that I can truly justify our actions, seeing as we both made bad decisions, but itâs not like it ruined everything between us, especially since this sounds like he regrets it because he wants to work on us, not because he had a one night stand. Hopefully.
But if he regrets it, that might mean he hasnât heard anything yet about Will and me. Will that crush him? I keep ruminating in the thoughts until Iâm pulled out by a hand touching my shoulder. I glance over and see Will, looking at me a little concerned.Â
âEverything alright?â he asks with a quiet voice, not wanting to bring attention to me just in case. I do my best to give him a small smile and nod.Â
âYeah, thereâs just something I have to do,â I reply softly, patting his hand before standing up.Â
I make my way out into the hallway outside the studio, trying not to look upset so no one questions me, and pull up my contacts on my phone.Â
I type in his name and click on it, bringing it up to my ear as it starts ringing. I glance around the hallway, not really wanting anyone getting any juicy gossip from the call and spreading anything, especially since Willâs whole band doesnât fully understand whatâs happening between the two of us.Â
After it seemed like he wasnât going to pick up, I finally hear Ruffiloâs voice on the other line.Â
âHello?â He answers, seemingly confused on why I called.
âHeyâ
âHey..uhâŠIs everything good?â It sounded like he almost said my name, probably refraining if he was around Noah.
âYeah. Well..kinda. Matt told me why he was busy today and I just⊠I have a few questions and youâre the one who will have the most answers.âÂ
âHold on,â I hear shuffling on the other line, probably him getting further from the guys so they donât hear him talking about Noah, âAlright. Whatâs up?âÂ
âI really donât know how to ease into it, but does Noah know about Will and me?âÂ
âI mean, pretty sure he has assumptions. No oneâs been confirming or denying anything, worried itâll upset him more,â he answers with a sigh.Â
âOkay. I just didnât want it to hurt him more if the information surprised him later. Another thing. I obviously donât exactly know why heâs regretting the party, and Iâm not sure how to get this information to him, but could he know that Iâm not upset?â
âYouâre not?â
âI mean, I really have no right to be. We both made bad decisions in the last week. Hell, we both made bad decisions since that night in the bar, but I donât want it hurting him. What happened between us from the beginning was a little insane, and truthfully, I donât think thereâs a right way for either of us to have dealt with it, so I want him to know that Iâm not upset with the decision he made. I do think it was dumb, mainly because it seemed like it was out of self destruction, but so was mine, so itâd be pretty hypocritical.âÂ
I hear him sigh on the other end, making me bite my lip as more stress seemed to fill me.Â
âListen, Iâm really sorry to be putting you in the middle of this. I would tell Matt, but I donât exactly know Noahâs feelings about him right now. And I know, that out of any of the boys, you have his best interests in mind, so-â
âY/N, itâs okay,â he says, cutting me off on my tangent, âIâm just thinking of the best way to bring it up. But Iâll tell him. Not only do I want to see him back to his old self, I really want you two to make up. Especially with how happy he was when he knew weâd be touring together. So donât worry, Iâll do my job and hopefully we can finally hang out as a group again soon.â
âThank you, Nick. I really hope him and I can clear the air soon and be able to be around each other again without any tension. I miss hanging out with you four.â
âAnd we miss you. Alright, Iâll go sit him down and talk to him and let you know how it goes. But I gotta get out there soon before they come looking for me.â
âBye, Nick.â I say with a small laugh.Â
âBye, Y/Nâ And then the line goes dead.
I let out a sigh and stare up at the ceiling, praying to whoever the hell is listening that I can fix all of this the best I can.Â
Noah
I walk around the corner into the kitchen, needing to get a drink, when I hear Ruffiloâs voice. I donât hear another, so he must be on the phone. I donât mean to eavesdrop, but as I made my way to the fridge, he was in perfect distance for my snooping ears.Â
âWe miss you...and talk to him...Bye, Y/Nâ I manage to pick up, with my ears instantly catching her name at the end.Â
Why was he talking to Y/N in secret? Miss her? Talk to who? Me? I stood there with a confused look on my face until he came back through the hall, stopping once he saw me. He opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it, seemingly not knowing what to say.Â
âWas that Y/N?â I ask, trying to keep any tension out of my tone.
âUh.. yeah.â He finally said. I stood there, staring at him, waiting for him to continue. It was obvious that I had questions, so I assumed heâd try to explain, but instead looks at me like he got caught doing something he shouldnât.
âOkayâŠâ I start off, âAnd I guess I wasnât supposed to hear that then?âÂ
âWhat? Oh. Yeah, no, she uh⊠she called me. She told me to tell you that she isnât mad at you,â he spits out at the end. I look at him even more confused.Â
âDude, what? Mad about what? Because if she wasnât mad about everything happening the first week of tour, she wouldâve talked to me by nowâŠright?â I ask. He sighs and walks closer, coming and leaning on the island of the kitchen with a weird look on his face.
âShe kind of spilled it on me, and I was hoping Iâd have a little more time to think of a less awkward way to tell you, but that was her telling me to tell you that she isnât mad about Halloween. Iâm assuming that also means she isnât upset about the whole fight you had either.âÂ
His words play in my head as I take them in, trying to make sense with the situation. And then they actually set in.Â
âFuck! She knew about Halloween?!â I start pacing. âNo fucking wonder she went radio silent with everyone and then pops out with Will two fucking days later.â
âOh, so you do know about her and Will?â He asks. I nod, because of fucking course I knew about them. Even with her apology-cover-video, it was obvious that her and Will were a thing now.Â
âApparently she heard that you werenât taking everything well, and since she didnât exactly think she could just call you, she wanted me to tell you that she wasnât upset. She specifically said about Halloween, but she also mentioned wanting to work on the tension between you two, so Iâm taking that as her not upset about the argument either,â he adds.Â
I mirror him, leaning onto the island as I process everything. So she wasnât upset anymore? Is it just because she already moved on and figured there's no reason for bad blood anymore?Â
âSheâs with Will now, isnât she?â I ask, trying to understand the situation we were in.
âI mean, yeah, Calum, Finn, and Damien headed over to hang with the whole band earlier today, so Iâm pretty sure,â he answered. I just nodded.
Things were finally starting to click. She was having a lot more fun with Will, so it was obvious if she wanted to try to make things work with him instead. And she still wants to be friends, which Iâm willing to work with. Itâs going to suck, but thatâs the headspace I was in before her and I finally talked. As long as it means sheâs in my life, I can work with this.Â
âOkay,â I finally say.Â
âOkay?â Ruffilo asks.Â
âThatâs good to hear. I donât want her mad at me. Iâve been wanting to apologize, so Iâm glad it seems like sheâs finally wanting to talk to me again.â He gives me a slightly confused look before relaxing and nodding.
âYeah. Iâm not sure if weâll see her anytime before we get to our next show, but Iâm glad tour will run a little smoother now that you two can work on making up.â I do my best to give him a small smile and nod, already thinking of the next time I get to talk to her again.Â
Y/N
After saying goodbye to everyone, the boys and I made our way to the car they borrowed from one of the guys, Will included. Listen, making a new friend, especially one you can only hang out with for the next day and a half, means youâre going to want to spend as much time with him as possible. So the boys are going to drop the two of us off at my hotel, since Iâve been spending way too much money on a room I feel like Iâve barely used, and Iâm going to use this last day as my actual day of relaxation since my plans went to shit the second the Halloween party happened.Â
We all pack into the minivan, the boys still riding the high of hanging out with another large band and learning so many new things from them and Dave, and we take off.Â
âWe really need to talk more about whatâs coming next with our band,â Cal randomly threw in, âWith Y/N finally accepting to do heavier vocals, I really think we could transform our sound in other ways.â
âWhat do you mean?â I ask. He turns around in the passenger seat to face the rest of us with that look on his face. The one that tells you that heâs been thinking about something way too much and is destined to make it happen.
âWhat ifâŠI start playing guitar?â He finally says. We all stare at him for a few moments, both confused and intrigued.Â
âPlayâŠguitar. And then what will I do?â Asks Finn.Â
âYouâll also play guitar.â
âWait! Are you saying youâre gonna learn rhythm guitar?â Will cuts in, making Cal nod excitedly.Â
âI can play bass and guitar, and have been missing guitar, so why not practically combine the two?â
âBut do you know how hard it is to find a bassist? Especially one thatâs not already in a band?â Damien says, making Cal face him.
âWell, we obviously have time, seeing as we still have a few months left of tour and will barely have time to work on new musicâŠbut we do already know another bassist.â Cal pretty much sings the last part, like he sees himself as a genius for this plan.Â
âWhat? Who?â I ask. He gives me a smirk.Â
âI mean, we did just meet him, and I havenât heard him play, but the way he was talking about it makes me feel like itâs worth a shot.â
âWho- Wait! Austin?â I ask, earning another excited nod from Cal, who was practically leaning over the center console at this point.Â
âI know itâs crazy, but he was so cool and the second we got to talking about music and playing bass, the ideas just started forming, so Iâve been giving it a lot of thought. And then after today and talking to Moke about it, I think itâs a really good idea. At least for us to think about and maybe talk to him about once we get an idea of what we should do with our sound.âÂ
âI mean, it wouldnât hurt to try. Will and I have been throwing ideas around as a joke, but if you guys are down with it, I say let's get our ideas brewing.â I reply. Finn and Damien nod, seemingly running ideas through their own heads already, until Finn whips his head towards me.Â
âSpeaking of, what the fuck is going on with you two?â He asks, holding two fingers out to point at Will and me. I stare at him, a little stunned, before turning to Will on the other side of me, who has a sheepish look on his face. I turn back to Finn and awkwardly shrug.
âI mean, a lot and nothing at the same time.â I say.Â
âAnd what the fuck does that mean?â Damien says with a laugh. I let out a sigh and lean against the back of the seat.Â
âSo I know I havenât really told you two whatâs been happening, other than that Noah and I havenât exactly been on good terms lately, but a lot has been happening. And then at his birthday party, I found out that he slept with someone else.â Damien whips his head around to look at me, shocked, before quickly turning back to the road.
âHe what?!â He practically yells. I nod before continuing.
âI was upset at first, like really upset, and that led me to wanting toâŠmake some bad decisions.â Cal looks at me with a sad look, already knowing how bad I can get sometimes.Â
âHun, you know you can talk to us. I was wondering where you went when you disappeared from the party and then practically went MIA for a whole day.â Finn said, giving me an equally pitying look.Â
âItâs okay now. Matt was nice enough to drive me back to the hotel, and after rotting in bed for a night, I ended up just buying a fuck ton of new clothes and going out to the club. So no bad decisions yet, but I was planning on it. I donât know if I was looking to get back at Noah that night, or if I just wanted to get my mind off everything, but either wayâŠI ended up taking someone back to my hotel roomâŠâ I continue, trailing off at the end. Cal instantly cranes his neck around the back of his seat to stare at Will, who just gave him an awkward smile.Â
âI was indeed Mr. Rebound that night,â Will bashfully added. I nodded before continuing.Â
âWe both agreed that it was a one time thing and that it wasnât going to be awkward, which Iâm really glad about, because the last two days have been really fun just hanging out as friends.â
âOkay, but what about the rumors online? Thereâs a pic of you two walking down town, and then another that Austin posted of you two being quite snugly together.â Finn asked.
âThatâs the thing. With everything going on with Noah, the last thing we need is the fans shoving their noses into all of it. So Will and I figured to just let those rumors run while Noah and I work everything out. Iâm hoping I can get that information to Noah soon, not wanting to deal with any more miscommunication, but we still havenât talked since that night in the bar.â
âAnd how do you plan on dealing with that?â Damien asks in an almost condescending tone, making me sigh.Â
âI talked to Ruffilo today and told him to pass along that I wasnât upset anymore and that I wanted to try working on everything between us, so I just have to wait for Noah to be up for it and willing to chat, I guess.â I answer, just as we pull up to my hotel.Â
âI really want to hound you for more info right now, but I guess Iâll wait until weâre stuck on a tour bus together,â Finn says with a sigh. He leans over and gives me a hug as Will gets out of the car.Â
âLove you. Iâll catch a ride to the house the morning of so we can head to the bus together, alright?â I say as I pull away from Finn and turn to Cal and Damien. They give me a smile, nod, and I make my way out of the car, meeting up with Will.Â
We both wave to the boys as they drive away, then make our way up to my hotel room. Once inside, I quickly move to my suitcase and grab clothes, heading for the shower.Â
âIâve worn these clothes for way too long and my hair feels like I could fry bacon on it. Make yourself comfy,â I tell Will, earning a laugh, before shutting the door behind me.Â
After turning on the shower and waiting for it to heat up, I stare at myself in the mirror. I look both rejuvenated and like Iâve been run over by a truck. I pull my hair out of the hair tie I put it in earlier today and brush out all the knots before finally stepping into the shower. Almost instantly, I feel the muscles in my shoulders loosen. Iâve been holding onto so much emotion lately, and while the war isnât over yet, I have hope of the sun shining again.Â
I spend a little too long in the shower, letting my thoughts ruminate on my plan and everything that has happened lately as I slowly clean off almost 3 days worth of sweat, dirt, and bad decisions. Finally leaving the relaxing water, I dry off, get dressed, and join Will. I see that heâs just playing on his phone, so I round the bed and fall face first onto it next to him. I feel a hand on my back as I bury my face into the mattress, letting out a deep sigh.Â
âYou alright?â he asks, lazily rubbing his hand against my shoulder. I do my best to nod with my face smushed, before turning my head and trying again.Â
âI just wish I didnât have to deal with all of this on top of dealing with my first big tour. I wonât be surprised if I start going grey before I even make it back home,â I mumble, the exhaustion evident in my voice.Â
âI know. And it sucks that you didnât get to do much relaxing on your break, but you have tonight and tomorrow, and if you need me to get out of your hair, I will,â he said in a soft voice, âAlso I donât think youâve mentioned where youâre from. I heard someone talk about the east coast, but thatâs about it.â
âYouâre fine. Iâll lock myself in the bathroom if you get annoying,â I softly chuckle, â And I grew up in Louisiana, but the boys and I are currently staying in New York. Kinda between NYC and Staten Island.â
As I say that, his hands stops rubbing my shoulder, making me look up, catching a shocked look on his face.Â
âDude, you live an hour away from me,â he finally says, making me cock my head, stunned.Â
âYouâre joking.â I laugh out as I sit up to face him.Â
âDude, weâre hanging out all the time when your tour ends. BroâŠâ He starts to sit up, getting excited, âI have so much shit to show you down by where I live. And youâre showing me shit, too. This is great. I was so worried about when weâd get to hang out again.â
I laugh at his excitement, feeling the same. We didnât have many friends up where we lived. Yeah, we made friends with a few other local bands, but never had the time to actually get close to them outside of occasionally playing together, so knowing Will was about an hours drive was amazing to know. The two of us talk, making plans of different things we want to show each other when Iâm back home, until we finally both get tired and eventually crash.
Y/N
The tour bus shakes as we drive over what I assume was a pot-hole, causing my pen to scratch as I try to write. I let out a small curse, not in the mood to be dealing with any more inconveniences.Â
Music blasted through my headphones as I wrote down more and more shitty lyrics. I gave up on journaling, just turning every thought I had into ideas for new music. Iâll eventually work all of this out with someone to make it actually make sense.Â
After a day of bumming out with Will, him needing to leave the night before we hit the road again, and then a simple yet awkward encounter with Noah and the boys, we were finally all back on our buses and continuing the tour. Nothing really happened when I stopped by the boyâs place to meet up with my band, Finn and Damien taking up most of my time making sure we had absolutely everything perfect before leaving. I exchanged a few greetings with the other group, finally speaking to Matt for the first time since the party, and Noah and I just gave each other a small smile before we were hauling our belongings and taking off.Â
The tension seemed to ease, but it wasnât gone. Itâs still a work in progress. The first few shows after we got back were a little awkward still, but we were able to be in the same room together and not have the tension between us fill the room. But it also didnât help that I just havenât been in the best mood since getting back into it.
I wish I could easily explain why the second I stepped onto the bus and we all got settled, my mood shifted again, but Iâm doing the best I can to use it to my advantage and not have the other boys worry about me. I thought the break and last day of relaxation would help me, but I think it may have made things worse. I think after the days of chatting with Will, then finally meeting him, him turning into an intense healing experience, that leaving him was a little harder than I expected. I knew he became a feeling of safety while I was with him, but I wasnât expecting to attach to him that badly.Â
I may have become addicted to his presence while I had it. The comfort it gave me. How easily he helped me work through everything Iâve been dealing with, and then easily distract me from it all right after. I truly hadnât had someone in my life like him inâŠprobably forever.Â
Iâve had this reaction to two people in my life so far. First was Finn, back when he was my only friend. I followed him around like a puppy and every time he was busy and couldnât spend time with me, I just felt lost. Like my entire existence started orbiting his. When he introduced me to Damien and Cal, and I started feeling closer to them as well, the connection dispersed between them all, dwindling the dependance I had on Finn. So once I saw all of the boys equally, all as brothers instead of one being my favorite, I lost the intense obsession with our friendship and was able to actually enjoy the time with and away from them all.Â
The second was my ex. He even reciprocated the obsession. It was the most unhealthy thing Iâve ever experienced. I did everything to please him, and heâd never let me go. He got me hooked on things I canât even think about, purely because I wanted him to appreciate me and he wanted us to connect more, even if it was through addiction.Â
I didnât see the boys for months at one point, just spending every second by Chrisâ side, either strung out, playing music, or fucking. It took so long for me to realize that I wasnât actually happy living like that. And the realization only came after I found out he decided to âmove onâ while on tour. He still gave me the same sweet talk every time I called, but was actually fucking every fan girl he had.
I finally managed to break through the obsession, with my boysâ help. I left and got clean. I ignored every message Chris sent. I didnât want to live like that anymore. And life was going fineâŠuntil I got the news. He died while on tour. I was even more of a wreck for the months following that than I was when I was with him, but with enough support and distraction from my boys, I did it.Â
Over the course of about a year, I found healthy coping mechanisms, mainly music, and persevered. I got better. I used my emotions about it all for our music, yet did my best not to dwell on it all, and things worked out. Our band flourished. Even with the whole Noah situation, I knew how to handle obsessive thoughts and I thought I was learning how to be better.Â
Things were good. I was good. I was happy. To not rely on another person for my own comfort felt amazing. But now the feeling was back. And it was attached to a person I couldnât stay close to. Will went back to New Jersey and I had to hit the road. I was doing my best not to seclude myself, but I didnât want to keep ruining everyoneâs mood all tour, so Iâve just been hiding in my bunk or the back of the bus, mainly using the excuse that I was working on songs so theyâd leave me alone.Â
It wasnât a romantic obsession. It barely felt platonic at this point. My brain just felt like it needed him now. I needed to know that he was there for me. That he was doing good, just so that I could be doing okay, too. But with all of these feelings came with me pushing him away. Between hoping that staying away from him would ease this feeling, and the weird pain in my chest that Iâd get every time he was too busy to talk, I just began ignoring every message and call. I couldnât feel the pain of being ignored or alone if I ignored him.Â
The boys have definitely noticed that something was off, but with everything happening, they most likely figured it was just the stress of everything happening, so theyâve been helping with what they could. Every time we got to a venue, theyâd let me seclude myself on the bus until it was time for sound check. While the other guys did their soundcheck or did their set, theyâd let me wander off, assuming I just needed more space. But I think they were getting a little concerned with the fact that Iâve been a little more distant with the crowd. I donât mean to. I felt absolutely terrible, but my mind was a fucking mess between planning out how to get the whole Noah situation fixed and feeling like my safety blanket was left behind.Â
I just slowly became numb on stage. Finn had to start asking the crowd for the âFanâs Choiceâ song after I completely forgot about it one night. I faked a laugh and did my best to play it off, but I knew my boys were starting to see right through me, so they took that resposibility from me and started doing it for me.Â
After our sets, Iâd do my best to thank the crowd with a smile and walk off, but the second I was off stage, I was instantly walking away from everything. Iâd either hide in the bathroom or my bunk. A few shows, Iâd just go for a walk if we were in a nice area and only come back when I knew we were packing up to head onto the next show. I heard one of the boys give the group another excuse every time, but I could tell that even they were starting to catch on, too. At first, I was getting a âhope you feel betterâ text from Nick, Matt stopping by before we hit the road to give me a few extra waters and snacks, and even had Jolly ask if I wanted to join him while running to the store, assuming I just needed a break from everyone and everything. But when I got a few texts from Ruffilo, I knew at least he had caught on.Â

It hit me like a ton of bricks once I got the courage to read it. I havenât replied yet, not knowing my answer, but Iâve been debating it. I know heâs a good person and an amazing friend, seeing how sane he keeps his friends, especially Noah, but I would feel terrible adding my problems onto his plate. But I also keep telling myself that he wouldnât reach out unless he was completely serious.Â
Speaking of Noah, nothing has really happened. Heâs acting differently, but still keeping his distance. Maybe because he can sense that I may need it, but it seems like he needs it, too. I have no way of knowing whatâs going on inside his head, but Iâve been regretting that cover I did. Even though I told Ruffilo to let him know I didnât have any hard feelings about us anymore, I definitely added more confusing feelings to everything weâve been dealing with. I havenât gotten a reaction or response or anything from him about it, but I know the boys showed him.Â
I want to reach out. So badly. But I canât. I havenât said more than a handful of words to my own bandmates lately, ao speaking to him is currently off the table.Â
Life has just been a mess. I canât speak to anyone. Iâm ignoring the one person who could help me, purely because Iâm convinced itâs going to make it worse since I canât handle these obsessive feelings again. Finn almost yelled at me for smoking yesterday, but once he saw the look in my eyes, he just pretended like he didnât even see me. I know my boys want to reach out to help, but I feel like they know that it wonât go anywhere. They havenât seen me like this yet, but they can pick up on how Iâve acted before and can see that there may be no pulling me out of this funk. Iâm just going to have to do it myself.Â
Iâd be lying if I said I didnât think about falling back into worse things, but I couldnât do that to the boys. To the person they love and to the career we finally got moving forward. Or the other group. They chose us for a reason. I couldnât have them thinking they made a mistake. I couldnât have them getting any heat because theyâre now associated with a band whose frontman was strung out on stage. And I couldnât do that to Noah. Heâs dealing with enough. I know that even if I become the worst version of myself, itâll never push him away, itâll only drown him.Â
So Iâm going to stick to secluding myself, blasting music, occasionally smoking a much needed cigarette, and writing more songs. More than anything did I want to call Will and ask for help, never writing songs like this before. And I couldnât show these to my boys just yet, not wanting them to see these emotions and having to deal with the absolute trainwreck on paper they were at the moment, so I was stuck trying to work it out myself.Â
I feel the tour bus pull off to a rest stop again, probably the 7th time today. Damien was complaining all night about his stomach after eating out with the guys last night, and you canât exactly use the toilets on the buses, so he had to repeatedly ask the driver to stop when we could. It only bothered me because we were constantly going between the lulling rumble that Iâve finally gotten used to again, to the idling shake as we waited. And I desperately wanted to step off and stretch my legs, maybe buy a snack or something, but I really didnât want to leave my bunk and be seen by the others.Â
I was brought out of my thoughts by the curtain of my bunk opening slightly, with Finnâs head peeking through to check on me. I took a headphone out and gave him a fake half smile. Seeing that I was awake and willing to give him my attention, he pulled the curtain back more and gave me a pitiful smile, before handing me a tea and candy bar.
âI figured youâd want something sweet since Damien always hides the good snacks,â he said, sounding a little timid.
I eyed the snacks in his hand for a moment, before reaching out and taking him. I gave him a small âthanksâ and he looked a little too excited to hear me speak to him.
I was waiting for him to leave just like every other time he not so subtly checked on me, but he just stood there, internally debating something.Â
âCan we please talk?â he finally asked. I looked at him, about to tell him that everything was fine and not to worry, but something in me wanted to finally give in.Â
âOnly to you..â I spoke softly. He instantly nodded and looked around the bus, before beckoning me to follow him.Â
I paused my music and slid out of my bunk, finally stretching my legs a bit, before following him to the back of the bus. There was a curtain you could pull to close it off from the rest of the bus, so once we entered, he closed it so we could have a little privacy. Once we both sat down, he began speaking.Â
âOkay, I donât want to push you, so only answer what you feel comfortable with, okay?â I nodded and he let out a deep sigh.Â
âMy love. I am so unbelievably worried about you. We all are. Even the other guys. I know that you have these moments and that life is kind of a mess right now, but I just need something from you. I need to know that youâre still here. That youâre still you. Please.â
âI..Iâm sorry..â was all I could get out. He gave me a sad look.Â
âPlease donât apologize for this. I just need you to know that you donât have to deal with this alone. Weâve been here for you before, so I donât know why we canât help you now.â
âIâm just dealing with things I havenât dealt with in a long time. Things I never really mentioned to anyone before. So itâs weird talking about them now.â He reached his hand out and held mine, rubbing his thumb over the back to try and soothe me.Â
âYou know weâd never judge you. Yes, we tease you, but never about your problems. And you have new people in your life now who love you almost as much as we do, and youâre not talking to them either. Will has been blowing up my phone, asking for any updates I can give, because heâs terrified, thinking of all the reasons why youâre not talking to him.â
My head dropped at the mention of his name. Fuck, I am hurting him. He doesnât deserve this.Â
âIâŠI canâtâ
âCanât what?â He asked.Â
âTalk to himâŠâ He gave me a confused look.
âYou looked so happy spending time with him. You were so upset knowing you couldnât see him until we get back home. What could have possibly happened in that time?â
I just sat there, staring at my hands, debating if I share one of the most embarrassing things about myself. I could barely look him in the eye when I had to ask for help when dealing with Chris. It took me forever to tell him everything about Noah. Can I tell him this?
I felt droplets falling onto my hand, making me realize I was now crying. I tried to reach up and wipe my tears, but Finn beat me to it. I finally took this moment to look him in the eyes for what felt like the first time in forever, and my heart broke at the pain in them, caused by me acting like this. With a deep breath, I began to tell him everything.Â
I told him about how safe Will made me feel. How terrifying it was getting to be away from him. I told him about how this happened in the past. But this time, it was feeling so much harder to deal with. Pushing myself away from him before it hurt me more. I told him about the cravings. Apologized for smoking. How I wish none of this ever happened, because I couldnât handle dealing with all the emotions. I even finally told him about the cover I sent to Noah, and how I havenât heard a single thing from him since. Everything that has been running through my mind the past few days just spewed from my lips, each sentence hitting Finn like a truck full of pain.Â
He did his best to comfort me, but because most of it was problems he never had to work with before, we were both left feeling lost. So now I was silently sobbing into his chest as he held me, telling me that it was okay and that we can work this out.Â
After about ten minutes, my sobs dying down, I finally spoke again.Â
âAnd to top it all off, the 17th is coming up..â I said with a sniffle. The 17th was the day Chris passed. It was always hard for me, but Iâve been able to handle it the best I could in the past, but with everything happening this year, I donât know how hard it will hit me.
âOh, Hun..â he said, frowning, âWe can get through this like we always do. Itâs a completely different problem for you to deal with, so if we just seperate that from everything else, I promise we can work through this.â
I nodded and gave him another hug. I was definitely feeling better now that I finally let tears fall and let my thoughts out on more than just paper.Â
After collecting myself a little more, we stood and made our way towards the front of the bus. The boys looked shocked to see me. I know I probably looked like a mess, as Iâve only been putting effort into my appearance when I go on stage, but they were definitely more shocked to see me coming to them for the first time in over a week.Â
I walked to Damien first and gave him a big hug. He tensed in confusion for a second, but quickly relaxed and squeezed me tight. I giggled softly until he finally let me go, then did the same with Cal, who welcomed me with open arms and a proud smile. He held me close and dug his face into my shoulder, like he truly missed me. Then more arms joined us. I was now the center of a group hug and couldnât help but laugh as they squeezed me half to death.Â
âIâm so glad to see you doing better,â Damien said, and I heard his voice waver slightly. I felt terrible doing this to them.Â
âIâm sorry for acting like this, I really should be coming to you when I need help, itâs just hard. But youâre the best family I couldâve asked for and I really need to take advantage of it,â I said as they start pulling away.
âAnything you need, weâre here for you. Always,â Cal stated.Â
âNow that you say that, I might have something I could use your help with,â I mumbled.
I took a deep breath. I had to do this. It was an outrageous step, but it was what I needed to do if I wanted to start working on myself. I stepped forward towards the mic and looked over the hundred of cheering faces in front of me. I took out my ear piece, wanting to feel closer to them as I began speaking.Â
âSo, I know that thereâs been some speculation lately. On how shit Iâve looked the past few shows,â I let out a little laugh, âAnd mainly my interaction with all of you. And Iâm very sorry. I know excuses are a terrible apology, but I feel like I should explain just a little.â
The crowd died down, letting me give my speech.
âI know all of you understand what itâs like to have a bad day. Nothing goes right, you donât want to talk to people, and you just want to lose your mind a little but. Sadly, thatâs been a little too common for me lately. Life has been crazy, everything seems to be going wrong, and all I want to do is lay in bed. But you all push me to persevere.â
I pause to collect myself, knowing this will be a little rough for me.
âNow, Iâm going to be very vulnerable here. When I look out and see all of you, I see a safe space, so please be nice to me,â I laugh again before taking a deep breath, âI used to deal with a lot. Life became too much and I chose not so great people to be around. With that, came falling down the pit that isâŠaddictionâŠNow, Iâve been clean for coming on six years-â The crowd cheered as I said that, causing my lip to quiver and I could feel emotion building in my throat, but I held my composure, âBut that doesnât mean I donât still have those bad days. I struggle with a plethora of mental health issues, and sometimes I want to fall back into the false safety of those old days. But I donât. Because of the boys behind me,â I pause and hold out my arms, motioning to my bandmates, âSome amazing people that have come into my life recently,â I glance over to the side stage, catching a shocked Ruffilo and Noah, Jolly and Nick creeping in behind them to hear what I have to say, then out towards Front of House where Matt sat, before finally looking back at the crowd, âAnd most importantly, all of you.â
I pause to wipe a tear that fell down my cheek as the crowd cheered once more.
âSo, today, I am sadly once again revoking the privilege of the âFanâs Choiceâ song. I know. Iâd hate me, too, but the reason Iâm doing this is because Iâve learned that the best way to convey a message is through music. I have so much I have to say, and I am unbelievably bad at speeches, so Iâm using one of my favorite songs to speak to you all.â
I pause to wipe a tear that fell down my cheek as the crowd cheered once more.
âThis is wildly out of our genre. While that has never been a problem to any of you before, I still feel as if I should still warn you. Now, without further ado, hereâs a song that has helped me more than I could ever explain.âÂ
An array of applause flows through the building as the boys got ready to play. I was thankful they were so incredibly talented that they were willing to play a song that they had just learned earlier today. I take a look back at them, and once they all gave me a thumbs up, I began.Â
I started using again
Left my heart in Rocky Hill
Hole burning in my head
Needed a distraction from my head
Devil on my shoulder said try this instead
So I started using again
A saw a few fans singing along, both warming and breaking my heart. To know this song meant to know struggle. But to share that with them meant so much.Â
I started sleeping again
Traded late nights and sheep for Vicodin
The guilt burning in my chest set it
I started sleeping again
I took the mic off the stand, getting ready for the next part, wanting to finally feel emotion in the music I perform again.
I stopped wishing I was dead
Learned to love myselfÂ
Before anyone else
Become more than just a burden
I know Iâm more than worthy of your time
I drop the mic to my side as Damien went crazy on the drums and Finn played a riff that he managed to execute perfectly, before singing again.Â
I started smoking again
Guess I missed coughing my lungs up
Every morningÂ
Needing anything to keep me breathing
To prevent my blood from bleeding
I started smoking again
They all stopped playing, besides Finn picking the soft tune on his guitar.Â
I started loving again
Thought when I lost that will to live
I could never feel again
Iâll give it one more shot
And let someone in
I started loving again
Cam started playing again, getting louder by the second.
I started loving again
I started loving again
I started loving again
I took a deep breath, putting the mic back on the stand, but then grabbed the stand to stabilize myself.Â
I stopped wishing I was dead
Learned to love myself
Before anyone else
Become more than just a burden
I know Iâm more than worthy of your time
Iâm more than worthy of your time
Iâm more than worthy of your time
I stepped away as the music died out. It took a few seconds, but soon the cheers came rumbling through the building, causing a smile to form on my face. I hated being vulnerable, but it was time. Iâll never fully heal that part of me, but being able to do this in front of so many supportive fans was a huge step for me.Â
After giving the crowd a long and appreciative goodbye and doing my best to hype them up for Bad Omens, even after the emotional show we had, the boys and I made our way off stage. I desperately wanted to run back to the bus and hide like I had been doing all week, but I pushed those thoughts away and walked towards backstage. This would be the first time I was going to really talk to the other band since the halloween party, other times just giving passing words, barely giving them a glance.Â
With a deep breath, I stepped into the room and all of their eyes shot up to see me. I wanted to cower away, hide from the confrontation. It was bad enough that I just said all of that to thousands of fans, now I had to deal with these four, and it was going to be so much harder.Â
None of us seemed to know how to react. I noticed that all of them had slightly puffy, red eyes, Noahâs being visibly redder than the rest, but I didnât want to think about that too much to keep my own at bay.Â
âSo uh⊠I guess this is where I apologize for how Iâve been acting...â I awkwardly trail out, shifting between my feet as they all just stared at me.Â
âWhat? No! You donât have to apologize!â Ruffilo rushed out as he stood to walk towards me, âIâm just glad youâre okay. Weâve been so worried about you. And oh my god, did that take some balls out there.âÂ
A smile creeped onto my lips as he talked. It did feel really good to take that step and get some of this off my chest. The rest of the guys stood and walked towards me, Noah trailing behind, keeping his distance.Â
âY/N, you are one strong motherfucker. Never apologize for that. We all understand that life gets bad sometimes and you just need a break, but I want you to know that we would never judge you for that.â Nick said.Â
I couldnât stop the tears before they came pouring down my face, despite not wanting to spill any more. All I could do was raise my arms, and they came in to give me a hug. I did my best to keep my tears from getting on Ruffiloâs shirt, but I feel like the fans would understand if they did see a wet spot.Â
I opened my eyes during the hug and saw a pair of skinny long legs standing awkwardly behind the others. With a small laugh mixed with a choked sob, I beckoned with the hand closest to him.Â
âNoah, get your ass in here.â His breath audibly hitched as I said his name, but he slowly made his way in and joined us. Then the three boys behind me did as well. And now I was trapped between seven men with no way out, slowly losing oxygen.Â
âOkay. Okay. I need to breathe.â I finally exclaimed after a few moments, making a few of them laugh.Â
They all pulled away and a few of them even wiped their eyes as they did.Â
âI love you all. I really do. I know I havenât put much effort in getting close to some of you, but that doesnât change the fact that you all mean so much to me,â I spoke, looking at all of them, âBut that being said, wipe your tears and get out there.â
They chuckled and went back to getting ready to head on stage. Noah lingered a little longer than the rest, like he wanted to say something, but decided against it and joined the rest of them.Â
âYou gonna stay and watch our set this time?â Jolly called out as he walked towards side stage. I give him a small smile.Â
âI have to call someone first, but Iâll be there.â
#noah sebastian#noah sebastian fanfiction#noah sebastian x reader#noah sebastian fic#noah sebastian and reader#noah sebastian smut#noah sebastian reader insert#bad omens#bad omens fanfiction#running in circles#Spotify
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have a fuckton of dishes to do can I be vulnerable and honest. prevalence of homophobic hanzawa makes me saaaad. Okay thatâs all
#could elaborate on this but actually i am tired. and its not in the same as miyano sad. because of circumstances you know#so itâs not really anything i FEEL like going on about at least right this second. but Aw man. you know#like his Weird in the hrkg timeline is super fun BECAUSE ssmy shows us a lot more. of his interiority On specifically this vein Isnât it rea#lly interesting that one of the very few times weâre let into masatoâs head to know where itâs at is when weâre in his familyâs dining room#having a life altering conversation. and then the like mall or whatever during a#nother very important conversation. and both of these AND the conversation with miyano AND the later conversation he has with miyano as a#followup We werenât really in his head during that last one but walk with me. Isnât it really interesting that theyâre all kind of about the#same thing. i think itâs really interesting. can you tell#anyway the hrkg timeline I donât know if these are still spoilers exactly. we all know about what yashiro said by now right. please go look#at what yashiro said if not.#itâs not NOT about masato and his Weird there. what yashiro says to kagi. but really looking at it fully itâs REALLY about . well#objectively its about kagi recalibrating to Rather than get angry at hanzawa-san for what he heard. heâs like Oh okay. i just wonât let us#get caught. but Also what itâs about is Just how fucking weird yashiro says what he says. Why did he say it like that. why has yashiro#gotten so much page space AND a name early AND LIKE. detailed eyes. You know. itâs kind of about that#hanzawa masatoâs a worrier and we all know this. thatâs what heâs doing. i COULD go on about that more because Really i have plenty to say.#but iâm tired. you see. anyway What kagi actually gets pouty about with regards to masato is[sink gunk machine calls for me]#ANYWAY WHAT I MEAN TO GET AT IS THAT I UNDERSTAND THEYRE JUST JOKES. BUT NEVERTHELESS I AM SENSITIVE AND THEY MAKE ME SAD. OKAY DISMISSED
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. not snz
on healing and on fear (tags)
#(typed this up at 3am and scheduling for later) no one needs to read this đ#today i went back to the site where i got injured back in may to partake in a sport which i haven't touched at all since the injury#and i think what struck me was the realization that#i don't know if i'll ever be able to stop being scared again :')#for a time climbing was very special to me...#it was one of the only ways i could feel myself improving so tangibly when improvement is usually so difficult to track#i liked seeing myself get better at something đ i liked going with friends and puzzling over the same problems... i liked having something#to look forward to after work. and perhaps having something to look forward to sounds simple... but for me it meant so much :')#for the first couple months after the injury i couldn't wait to get back into it#and then one day i woke up and i was just afraid#the fear feels so much more tangible now that i know i am not overreacting... it's awful knowing that in a way i was right to be afraid#i always knew there were risks associated; i have always been cautious#but i had just been starting to learn to be braver đ#and fuck... today i stood there and looked at the wall and thought. how can i ever not be afraid again?#how can i go back to how things were before? when i loved this? when i could tell myself that - despite the fear - it was meaningful to try#i wanted to come away with the takeaway that i could take things slowly and get back into climbing - maybe precisely because#i remember so keenly how i loved it - but how could it ever be the same?#đ i know this is just part of growing up but#in some ways i am tired of growing up... :') in some ways i just want that joy as it was then#delete later probably#i suppose i haven't lost anything but typing this made me sob for something i couldn't quite name
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there's a message for someone in the tags
(aimed/tw)
#if you plan on talking bad about me#atleast tell them about what you did.#if you plan in telling everyone how âawfulâ i am#let me remind you that im not the one who convinced the other that the relationship was normal.#infact i was the one who kept insisting that it was wrong#only thing i did wrong was the fact that i listened to you.#i've moved on from the past events but what you said about me and what you could be telling others about me is implanted in my mind.#i know you said sorry but i never had the heart to accept it. because what you called me was extreme.#i never even met you in real life and you say that about me? that i did that to you??#tell everyone whatever aslong as it's true. im not scared to admit that i've had my wrongs because im no saint in the situation.#but don't you dare pretend like i was the only one who's wrong.#yes you did what you did out of anger. but i always kept mine to myself. im angry but i never told anyone lies about you like you've done.#im genuinely angry and i need to get this out. atleast when im angry i don't spread lies that could harm a person's life#i literally could go to prison because of what you said that never even happened.#whether or not you get this' i still need to get it out#don't you ever speak about me in any way shape or form.#the only times i've ever talked about you was when i had to state my truth on what you perceived.#you don't have the right to say anything about me after the lies you've said#do not bring down my name just to lift yours up.
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cringe is dead but shame will live forever
#do you know how many times i've wanted to Fandom Post here for a certain fandom.....#but when i tell you i would lose so many followers and mutuals.......#i'm pretty certain it would end mutualships. not because it's problematic or anything like that but because it's so cringe#and. well. people outside the fandom have a very different view of the fandom than what it's actually like ..#because of a few big names that WERE awful people. repeatedly.#but i am scrolling thru AO3 where i feel no shame :)#GOD BLESS NICHE FEMSLASH !!!!!!!
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give me 5 reasons not to jump out of my window
#sorry its just#its 2 in the morning for my old man constitution and its the middke of doom week#AND i just finished an existentialism paper#ON NIETZSCHE#youd think id no how to spell that after 5 hours of typing and retyping his name but i DONT#1. bc i have to become an archaeologist for Petty Reasons for Spite Reasons#2. bc i have to become an archaeologist for cool 'baby jay wanted to do this and so does adult jay' reasons#3. my dog would miss me#4. my friends would miss me#5. i cant die till they can legally put dr on my grvestone#6. i havent written a book yet and the world deserves to see me zombie boyfriends#7. i havent actually done anything truly cursed yet#8. jumping out of a window is Not an interesting death i want to die in a cool way#9. i need to defend said existential paper in front of my favourite professor and best my entire class in verbal combat#10. i dont actually want to die i just want sleep and a hot cup of cocoa and maybe for finals week to be done with#yeah#i feel better after that#i actually really love my life because if you went back in time and told 12 yr old jay that they write about THE FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE one day#they would be shocked and in awe and find me so so cool bc they loved the Idea of studying philosophy even if they werent sure what it was#and thats kinda cool#i am my own hero and i am literally the coolest person to my younger self#and thats amazing#anyway#this acrually turned out kinda cheerful when i thought it would be a rant post#lol#abyway gonna go cram anthro and socio now bc apparently i keep taking ws
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I am genuinely in such disgust and vague despair realizing what I've come to realize in adulthood about the celebrities and rich people that I didn't necessarily idolize, but that shaped many parts of my personality growing up in an incredibly traumatizing adolescent time of my life.
Not necessarily the artists themselves, but definitely the characters they created that completely defined and in some ways saved my life, and throughout my adulthood I've seen them do no less than to mock poor people, associate and start projects proudly with other celebrities that openly mock poor people every day on platforms, and make fun of people on podcasts for staying alive for the sentiment of whatever art is created, even if they made the art themselves (I'm looking at you, Will Arnett from Bojack. As much of a genuine piece of shit as much as the character he played, and the only decent thing he ever did in his career which never even somewhat made up that god-awful personality. How pathetic.)
I'm so shut down and jaded at this point, I don't even care anymore except for my own schizophrenic delusions and I truly despise everyone as much as society evidently despises people like me. Growing up is a hell of a time, and I'm not talking about the economy.
Peace out, braindead, unoriginal and unobserving consumptive losers. I would suggest moving on from "Supernatural" before the economy blows you off, so that you can at the very least have a semblance of getting your head out of your ass and possibly having at least a pinch of an original experience, and I'm not talking about going back to your precious celebrity worship.
#seeing Kane West openly calling poor people pathetic and various names throughout the months knowing Trey Parker recently made a project#with him on top of personal trauma has made me officially not care about anything anymore except strictly for the character themselves#I honestly don't even care about people in the fandom or interacting with content because of how awful reality is#I am just absolutely done and not for this society much longer đ€·#at least I know that these people are worthless pieces of shit and can leave this world to its own rotting festering worthless waste and#idolship in peace#I am seriously so devastated and disgusted and I don't even care anymore#rick and morty#bojack#south park
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this is literally insane how are there NO FUCKING WELLS FARGO BANKS ANYWHERE NEAR ME?????? the closest ones are 3 FUCKING HOURS AWAY!! IN EITHER DIRECTION!!! HOW???
#richie rambles#i need to change my name on this fucking account but i CANT because i dont have TIME to drive SEVEN FUCKING HOURS for a goddamn thirty#minute stop this is RIDICULOUS#like how the fuck is the dealership i got my car from allowed to use a bank. WITH NO BRANCHES. for my fucking loan. i DONT GET IT#there arent even any in NEW ENGLAND where i am going to be ANYWAY in march for the fucking vundabar concert!!! this is RIDICULOUS#except the one in FUCKING HARTFORD which-if im correct- im not even driving thru bc im SUPPOSED TO BE FLYING TO THAT CONCERT!!!!#hartford is literally an hour and a half away from where im going to be. this is insane. what the fuck does the universe have against me#ever changing my name on this fucking loan and also the goddamn credit card that i have#yes i already said that IT NEEDS TO BE SAID AAIN IDGAF#this is infuriating. jesuys christ#and i love how calling them was FUCKING USELESS theyre just like well we cant do that over the phone and also i cant find any locations#around nay of the areas u gave me oops sorry! cant do anything for u! i get it. customer service is awful BUT ARE U KIDDING ME#ugh. christ. this is terrible#non fandom
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Madam Kamo - C.K.
Synopsis. BrĂ©eding kĂnk? Going feraI? What the hell is that? Maybe your sweet clan leader husband knows the answerâŠ
Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, clan leader! Choso, arranged marriage, mentions of heirs, heâs a little Ănsane, elders are awful, MARATHONS, he goes FĂRAL, BRĂEDING, creampĂes, a lot of cĂșmplay, semi-public, dĂłm Choso, oraI (fem rec), cervĂx kĂssing, making it fit, bulges, cĂșmflations, matĂng presses, dĂșmbification, overstĂm, making him CRY, p talking, spĂtting, HEADLOCKS, slight 5 + 1 things, pet names, swĂ©aring.
Word count. 9.3k
A/N. CLAN LEADER CHOSO CLAN LEADER CHOSO

Choso Kamo - firstborn son of the ancient Kamo clan, more of a myth than a man.
Those who attended the sprawling Kamo Estate never dared utter a word about him; and those who didnât, well, he was all that they could talk about.
He left no evidence, he left no remorse.Â
Only rumors of a silent, stoic leader who could slaughter four entirely different clans before he let even a singular whisper of it spread amongst the masses. Ones of pretty mahogany eyes, and a silver bow and arrows that hit the target of your very soul - so fluid it was as if heâd forged the weapon with his own blood.Â
And then there were the other rumors - more gossip than anything, really. Spread throughout every nook and cranny of stuffy social functions about how the deadly Kamo clan leader had another, secretive side. A softer side.
But, of course, rumors were rumors. Choso Kamo was simply an enigma.
AndâŠyour new husband.
âZoning out, hm?â A hot gust of breath sends shivers sprinting down your spine, and in an instant youâre snapping your eyes to latch onto deep, hazel ones. Chosoâs. The edge of his plump lips curl slightly upwards, âMy apologies, this wedding reception is quite droning, isnât it?â
Hastily breathing, âN-no! Of course not, IâŠâ Youâre wincing when yet another wizened elder saunters up to the raised platform of your table. Probably the hundredth of the night. â-yeah, maybe a bit.â
Choso stifles out a rumbling bout of chuckles as he catches your gaze, so close now that his pearly white teeth almost nick your sensitive earlobe. âLet me take care of this, my wife.â
And when Choso shifts over to nod curtly at your oncoming guest, you couldnât help but appreciate how beautiful he is. All tall, towering lines of lean muscle, his silken black yukata wafting of heady cologne, and delicate features that made him have almost as many admirers as he did foes.Â
Or, at least, delicate features that were currently twisted into something hardened. Something exactly like clan leader Kamo of all the stories.Â
Heâs tilting his head up, long lashes narrowed, âElder Tanaka, a pleasure.â
âNo no! The pleasureâs all mine.â The older man slurs drunkenly, and despite the way his words were just dripping with saccharine sweet politeness, years of suffering through these exact interactions had made it easy for you to spot faux niceties. Like right now. âOr should I say- the new madamâs. You must be glad to marry into a clan as esteemed as the Kamoâs.â
The plastic smile that smears all over your face is painful, and youâre biting your tongue before it betrays you. âYes, of c-â
âMy apologies for cutting in, madam.â Youâre startling - but you donât know whether itâs because of the softened fingerpads that intertwine around yours, or the utter fire curdling in Chosoâs eyes. âBut I must say, I am the lucky one here.â
Oh.
Elder Tanaka is more impressive than you thought - his mask of respect barely even cracks, other than the jerky twitch of one eye. Honestly, you donât think heâs ever heard Choso speak this much ever before. Quickly gathering his bearings, âAh- ah, of course, master Kamo! Correct as always!â
Fuck- you canât hold back the way you roll your eyes, only remembering yourself when Chosoâs engulfing hands loosen from your own to give your thigh a warm squeeze.Â
âYou have wedded quite the catch, of course of course.â Your unwelcome company finally, finally looks at you properly. A sneer coating his slow blinking, âI-I simply meant that considering the masterâs incredible power, wealth, and options, what she brings to the table-â
â-is herself.â Choso finishes off monotonically. âAnd thatâs all I need.â
Chosoâs words were husky, his grip on you tight. And you wonder if he even realized just how hard he was clutching onto your heated skin - mountains of his palm dragging a smooth up nâ down your clothed leg.
You knew he was well-hidden underneath the lacy tablecloth, you knew that not a single elder, family member, or friend bustling about your wedding reception could see that particular touch over the dim yolky lighting.Â
But something about it just made you feel hot.Â
It takes you a few fuzzy seconds to realize that Elder Tanaka was still speaking - in fact, heâd even summoned over a few more members of the council to encircle your decadent table. All the more voices speaking at you rather than to you.
â-thatâs what I was saying-â Youâre catching croaked-out snatches of conversation, warily eyeing the way the men clap each other supportively on their backs.â-itâs about the right time donât you think?â
Another one nods, âJin has been waiting for so long, after all-â
â-yes yes, to have an heir-â
Oh.
Thatâs what had Chosoâs high cheekbones currently dusted with a faintly blossoming rose pink. Thatâs what had his thickened digits dipping past your luxurious evening yukata to rover between your thighs higher, and higher- like he didnât even realize what he was doing.Â
Like he was yearning for it.
âThe Kamo clan shall have an heir.â Youâre interrupting their ramblings, the mere sound of your voice enough to make Chosoâs fingertips twitch. Smooth skin prickling with heaps of goosebumps already when you lock eyes right with his. âAs soon as my husband is ready, right?â
And Choso Kamo was brought up with the most rigorous of training, raised to never show even the barest flicker of emotion - especially one where heâs caught off guard.
But right now he knows that he looks as stunned as he feels.
Coral pink maw falling into a soft oh! dark whirlpools of his eyes glinting with something so utterly raw. The trembling tips of his fingers lurch up just the barest inch to drag a lazy line down your pussymound.Â
Heâs instantaneously shifting his free hand up in one, fluid motion to cover the feverishly flushed half of his face. Jaw clenching with a sharp click! of his teeth when he swipes the fat pad of his thumb down a fresh bead of your leaking slick, making such a flimsy mess of your drenched panties. Was this all for him?
Because now Chosoâs gettingâŠgreedy.
And youâre almost letting off a slight whimper when he hastily drags his scouring hand away - that is, before every and any sound dies in your throat once your husband dips his wetted thumb past his lips and sucks.Â
Subtly.Â
And his voice cracks oh-so-pathetically, âR-right.â
Eyes staring deeply into yours when he parts his doughy fingertips mere millimeters to lather it with a fat wad of saliva. Your breath hitches in your chest, frantically glancing at the babbling group of men who were, thankfully, way too absorbed in themselves to notice your littleâŠtryst.
And itâs only with all his years as a seasoned fighter that Chosoâs nuzzling his soaked digits back between your jittery thighs. In a flash.
Planting exactly three soppy smack! smack! smacks! plapped onto the perfect arch of your drooling pussy. Chosoâs raising his neat brows at just how those tremors make you squirm in your seat.
âCh-Choâso-â Youâre gasping under your breath, hips repeatedly shuffling on your cushiony chair when he licks up repeated, sultry circles- no, wait, hearts along the slippery slit of your covered cunt. Up and down. âTh-they might seeâŠâ
âShhh, donât want them to hear, baby.â Heâs leaning in to pant out a murked cloud against your ear, throat bobbing with a ravenous swallow of saliva as he then probes a few stuffy fingers under your panties. âYou seem stressedâ Let me take care of it.â
Oh, it was a promise - and the rasping growl that bled into Chosoâs tone told you that he was well and fully intent on accomplishing his little task. âSpread those pretty legs now.â
With a steady, muscular calf hooked with your own, heâs cracking your thighs evermore parted. The scorching hot press of his big, beefy forearm over your shoulders making you feel as if youâre on the verge of melting. Practically on his lap now-
âIs everything alright, masterâ?â Youâre hearing from what sounds like somewhere over in the distance, even though you already know that itâs from right in front of you.
âEverything is quite alright.â Chosoâs plush pecs vibrate with his rapid answer, and youâre finding yourself leaning your weight onto his. Huffing and puffing near the crook of his neck, âIt seems the madam is just feeling a little ahâŠtired, right now. Continue your talk, elders.â
Tired - you couldnât feel more riled up if you even tried.
âNgh- Choso-â Youâre sinking your teeth into your wobbly lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. High, carved chair singing off a slight creak! when youâre bucking your hips up to jostle his gluttonous fingers closer to where you wanted him the most. â-need you.â
Well, whatever his wife wanted - you got.Â
In simple nanoseconds, Chosoâs snugly prying away your gauzy lace. Letting the too-thin fabric snap back against your sappy cunt with a teasing little swat!
Before you can blink, heâs gracing your panties with microscopic tears at just how eager he was to give your plump, buttony clit a good, hard push. Cold golden wedding ring perking up against your most tender spots. Flexible wrists bending towards an even vulgarly deep angle to keep you from escaping-
And you think you could scream, you think you could open your mouth to make a scene - before Choso beats you to it. Purring out an oblivious, âIs everything alright, my wife? You seem a little feverish.â
All the while slipping nâ sliding his fingerpads to smear your gluey pussylips open. Mazing down, down, down in a lecherous little pace to plug up your geysering entrance snugly full with two of his fattened digits.Â
Youâre clutching helplessly onto Chosoâs thick yukata sleeve when the elders stare over at you curiously, âI-Iâm fine, Ch- my husband. Just a few post-wedding jitters.â
âAwww, thatâs alright.â Heâs cooing from above you, words sugarcoated with such gentleness - but his hands were anything but. âMâhere, mâhere.â Setting out a vicious, ceaseless pace that has his manly fingers outlining numerous circles round nâ round your tight, flooding entrance. Motioning in slight, sleazy swirls all around your elastic hole just to fit inside properly. âYour dear Chosoâs here, yâknow? And Iâll take such good care of you.â
âAh! Of course-â Ring out the replies, evidently your hurried-out shudders were not enough for your guests to lose interest. Or for Choso, either - because heâs just feeding your slobbering orifice with more fat inches upon grinding inches. â-producing an heir is a very integral part of the marriage contract. Itâs understandable to be nervous.â
Shivering, âS-sure.â
âMhmââ Chosoâs trawling his pouted mouth down your perspiration-simmered temple, â-a very integral part. But, of course, weâve got to make sure that my beloved wife is-â Quirking the very edge of his digits to clash right into the target of your g-spot. â-ready, after all.â
The clingy embrace of your warm cunt so cozy that itâs bumping Chosoâs metallic ring further and further from his hilled knuckles to dredge out a chilling, languid massage along your channel.Â
It takes everything in you to manage up a half-heartedly narrowed glare up at your chatting husband, easily conversing his way through every battering ram being placed on your pretty pussy.Â
He doesnât make a sign - he doesnât even make a noise. Nothing except for a sharp, sudden inhale once another innocent peck at your lips makes your filthy hole fountain out a fresh lather of sickly sweet juices.Â
Dripping all the way down to his wrist with thickly viscous adhesive, heâs making such a fucking mess. And a loud one, too.Â
Slurp after slurp being wrenched out with every pound of his neatly cut nails patterning out little indents onto your most favorite spots - ones that have your legs shaking underneath the humid table. Chosoâs bouncing his knee to drum out a staccato against the floor, just to cover up your cute little melody.
He has you going insane.
Youâre pushing apart your legs to dig into either side of your chair with just how desperate you were for him. For more more more.
Bumping your thigh against one of his, and the mere touch is enough to send shockwaves down Chosoâs sloped body.Â
âTrying to tease me, baby?â Heâs hovering over you even closer, darting out a hefty thud! of two fingertips- no, three - when did he even bully in another one - onto the goopy roof of your cunt.Â
âMânot-â Youâre biting out, head lolling ever-so-slightly backwards when Choso furrows his brows and pumps out copious thrusts that hit your forbidden g-spot dead on. Engulfed so deeply inside your hot core that the gentle curves of his palm smudge against your clit now. âJ-just keep- talking.â
And, truly, it wasnât just because your company was peering over the two of you expectantly - it was because Choso sounded so very hot.Â
Vibrato husky with an animalistic sort of need, tremoring ever-so-slightly-
âAgreed, I would like a few sons and daughters.â Chosoâs nodding along smoothly, although his full attention is focused on you. His wife. And the way your sweltering hot gummy walls clench around his bludgeoning fingers even tighter at the words. Faster. âMaybe three. Maybe five. Although, itâs up to the madam.â
In the corner of your eye, youâre catching them all staring at you, and you urgently force out a nod.
âCâmon now, answer them using your words like a big girl, why donât youâ?â Heâs humming, tilting your burning face up. Faster. So that you canât hide.
Lilting shrill just as unbalanced as your head was, âY-yes-â
But of course, that wasnât enough - that would never be enough. âLouder. They canât hear you over the music, baby.â
Canât do anything but claw down drawings of red, red lines all across Chosoâs milky arms when he bustles into the targets of your honeyed spots even harder. Unsteady syllables spilling out from your lip before you can even register them, âYes- yes. AsâŠmany as possible.â
âThatâs it- good girl.â
Fuck.Â
And those raked scratches make perfect artwork for him to admire - just as he was admiring you right now.Â
It was just such a shame that the others here were, too, even if they didnât know the complete and utter sin happening just underneath the table cloth. Sloppier.Â
Chosoâs kissing his teeth, broad deltoids of his shoulder positioning to hide you away from any sleazy gazes. Because they could be near, but they couldnât see. You were his.
âThen, itâs settled-â Heâs drawling, hooded eyes locked onto you. Memorizing your every minute twitch and reaction when he urges his free hand to hold onto yours on your lap. Or, at least, thatâs what it looked like to the outside. In fact, Chosoâs snugly prying apart your silken robes to roll over your throbbing clit and pinch. â-we can look forward to an heir, soon. Right, madam?â
And thatâs all it takes for you to cum.
Your head tucking into his sculptured shoulder, thighs closing with a dull clap! as your high crashes into you headfirst. You donât need to mutter a single sentence for Choso to know.
For his eyes to widen just a fraction at the way your treacly slit only got infinitely dewier, rounded gumdrops of your slick sprinkling down in a weepy sheen all over his messy hands. Mouth going parched at the realization that youâre orgasming right here, right now.Â
âO-oh? Seems my wife agrees.â Chosoâs waving those elders away now, not taking his eyes off of you for a single second. It was just too adorable how you were shaking like a leaf at his side, âWell, mâglad. So- soâŠglad.â
Motioning your hips in such salacious semi-circles to bump up his upright fingers against your every extra sweet orifice.
Your sticky walls were so staggeringly tightly wrapped around him that itâs making his forehead bead with sweat, low puffs of air escaping with every peak he fucks you through. Every peak of white-hot pleasure that he draaags out until your guests are finally - finally - walking back to their own tables.Â
âSh-shit-â youâre mewling when Choso barely hesitates - barely even takes a quick sweep around the room to check who might be looking - before parting from your sappy cunt with a resounding squelch!
Immediately popping those viscously-glazed fingerpads into his starved mouth, heâs letting his glassy eyes sprint to the back of his head. Musing out a moan, âFuck- fuck!â
You can only watch with an awed gape whilst Choso stares right into your heart-shaped pupils as he cleans himself off. One by one. Before trekking his lustrous fingers back over to your cunt, and measuring out a wide few inches - perhaps nine - from the base of your teary entrance up to your tummy.
âChosoâŠâ youâre whispering, hazy eyes blinking up at him as if through molasses. âWhaâs that for?â
And Choso only grins, stray range of knuckles thoroughly bitten underneath his gleaming canines while he measures you up.Â
As if he was holding back. Keeping himself sane. And the half-lided greed in Chosoâs eyes told you that heâd fuck you all proper right here and right now if he could. âN-nothing- just making sure of somethinâ, my wife. Making sure that you can take me.â
Oh.Â
This was far from over. You were fucked.Â
And you were completely and utterly sure of it even if the topic of anâŠheir didnât come up for the next few days after that.Â
Not that you didnât think about it, though - it was hard not to, when your fatally notorious husband showed such a tender side of himself with his younger brothers.Â
With you.
And soon enough even through all the bustling meetings and duties of a madam, youâre still figuring out a way to tell Choso that you really werenât kidding about what you said during that wedding reception.
Sure, you were drunk on his fingers but - that wasnât just all, was it?
But youâd sorely underestimated just how busy a clan leader could get. And before you knew it, putting off the conversation for the morning after your wedding night had turned into putting it off for the weekend.Â
Then putting it off for next week. Two weeks.Â
All the way until youâre trudging along the winding corridors of the Kamo Estate during the most unholy hours of the night. Grumbling groggily to yourself about how youâd finally told him and it had ended supremely well - in a dream, that is.
Choso had been absent for almost the entire day today, attending an important land negotiation with a far-off clan, according to Jin.Â
Now, you knew just how powerful your husband was - it was impossible to escape the legends and rumors, in fact - and you trusted him. Still, you couldnât help but toss and turn the entire night away in your coldly empty bed as you wondered just how safe he would get home.
Youâd been to such veiled conferences before, after all.Â
And itâs simply pure worry that has you dragging yourself out of your king-sized bed to shuffle into the barely-lit kitchen. Stifling half-blindly in the moonlight through cabinets and coolers to find ah! Exactly what youâve been looking for.Â
Thank goodness this place was empty right now, you didnât know if you could handle it if the chef was here to lecture you about balanced diets when youâre bites deep into your sugary, shaved icing.
And itâs exactly with this thought in mind that you hear a loud thud! emanating from the far end of the hallway. Your eyes widen, ears searching for more-
Footsteps.Â
At this time? Your fingers itch towards the sparkling display of knives tucked in one corner of the granite counter. Ready to aim for that tall approaching shadow, ready to fling just as Choso had taught you when-
âBaby?â
âOhââ Your breath comes out in a heavy gust of relief, eyes unable to tear away from the shaded outline of your husband, taking up every inch of the doorway. âItâs just you, Cho.â
It was. But there was something about Choso that seemedâŠdifferent. Off.Â
But not in a bad way - your eyes rover appreciatively over the tautly flexed muscles of his upper half, peeking out almost-blasphemously where heâd shrugged the upper half of his deep purple yukata off.Â
Glinting bow and arrow stained with crimson, held in one tightly-gripped hand. Your nose wrinkles at the slight, dangerous scent of something metallic. Something not his.Â
Yet, you canât help but ogle the slow path of dewdropped sweat trailing down between the curvaceous bulge of his heaving pecs, bumping up and down over his washboard abs, before disappearing below-
Itâs like youâre being bolted with an instant flash of lightning as soon as this happens, snapping your eyes over to find Chosoâs weighty ones. And oh- the moment you do itâs like something in him melts.Â
THUD!
Youâre jumping when his weapons hit the floor - uncaring of whether this might alert anyone else in the household, uncaring of anything other than crossing the sizzling distance between the two of you in three urgent strides.Â
You donât even have the time to process it before Choso halts right before you and falls to his knees. Dark lashes fluttering up at you, he echoes, âBaby.â
Like a broken little mantra.Â
âCh-Choso- baby-â Itâs just about the only thing you can manage out through hollowed gasps when heâs immediately digging two hands on either side of your hips to easily and pliably seat you on the icy counter. Just where he wanted. â-whatâs gotten into you?â
âDunno.â Heâs garbling out, and youâre letting your boneless legs tumble further and further open to let him bury his face right at his favorite place - into your fluttering cunt. âWas jusâ thinking about you alllll day.â
And you could tell.
Because Chosoâs every movement was depraved. Jerky. His sensory fingertips trembling when they card underneath your cottony sleep garments, bringing it up to his canines to ripâ!
All with his mouth.
âFuh-fuck-â Youâre squealing at the sudden hit of cold air - followed very closely by a scorching hot breeze overtaking every inch of your cunt when Choso leans in and sniffs. Long, hard. Curdling out a feral keen at the back of his throat, â-thatâs so filthy, baby.â
âNothingâs filthy for me if sâyou, madam.â At the glint of something slobbering and sharp, you can tell that heâs grinning. âIf sâyou orâŠher.â
He was enamored with your ready core, curving a gentle thumb down the glossy edges to give your driveling hole a good trickle of spittle.Â
And Choso Kamo knew he had perfect aim - he knew he didnât have to make a mess.Â
But oh, he couldnât keep himself from tilting his head just degrees to the side to let the splatters leave dripping wet splotches down your saturated folds, your inner thighs.Â
Tongue so long, lolling out drunkenly to smear away that filthy excess. Heâs poking heated ounces again and again back into your soppy entrance. You were practically flooding torrents of sweet, sweet juices around him, already making a mess that lacquers his dimpled chin.Â
You were always so sweet - so good for him. And he can feel his ears pop already with the greedy anticipation of what he was craving to do.Â
âThink you missed me, too.â Heâs snickering, teeth sinking down onto the fleshy nub of your clit. Itâs enough to make you want to sob. âDidnât ya?â
Gyrating your hips in such hypnotizing little swivels off of the smooth counter, youâre feeling his candied breaths hit your gummy walls even deeper. Sloppier. Whimpering out, âYes- yes. Missed you so badly, Choââ
âOh yeah?â Heâs tensing up the dexterous edge of his tongue to swipe up unhurried skids of his roughened tastebuds around and around your quivering entrance. In and out. Syrupy slick leaking in heaps right as he does, Choso tilts his head back to let those gooey masses slide down his throat. âMmmâ youâre wetter than usual, baby. How badly do you want the ngh- clan leader on his knees for you, hm?â
It was true - and Choso can feel something coiling and coiling heatedly at the base of his stomach at the idea of giving you perhapsâŠa kidâŠor two to make sure youâre not so lonely anymore.Â
Ah, he was pussydrunk.Â
âSo- too badly.â You donât think youâd ever be babbling away like this if Choso wasnât making out with your needy cunt like that.Â
Youâre tangling your fingers hastily into his dark, silken locks - gripping desperately onto his sweat-dampened scalp as you use up all your strength and push. All the way until the very tip of Chosoâs button nose was meeting your pulsing clit in a harsh smooch, his chin smacking the teary ends of your cunt.
Words tremoring against the very outer ring of your puffy pussy, silvery strings of saliva nâ sap break off when Choso mutters, âWas talkinâ to her, yâknow?â
Fuck.Â
And you think you would be huffing and puffing about how he was talking with your dousingly wet cunt instead of you.Â
That is, if you werenât talking back to him from between your legs.Â
Because the only thing louder than the slack-jawed ah! ah! ah! leaving your lips with every repeated thrust of Chosoâs tongue, was the sound of your soppy squelches. âOhhh- so thatâs how your day was? Tell me moreâŠâ
So loud - so embarrassing that you can feel your heart race.
And Chosoâs was, too, but for a much more lecherous reason as his tongue clashes even harder to draw out those very same pretty noises from you. He was craning his ears closer - he was addicted.Â
âYeah- Â yeah, thaâs right.â Chosoâs groaning, eyes faltering droopily until they were almost shut at the way his husking growls only make you wetter. Well, he could help with that. Hitting your hot core with wad after weighty wad of even more sugary spit. âThaaaatâs fuckinâ right, missed how mouthy you hah- are. My talkative girl.â
âCho- ngh!â Youâre biting down on your tongue to hold back your words when Choso raises up a hand to leave a solid spank right on your bloated pussymound.Â
Heâs nodding along, head lurching intoxicatedly ever closer and closer. Wiping away a glistening streak of slick painted over his blushing cheeks - his blushing cheeks. âThatâs right- wouldâve made a- haaaah- a whole lotta b-better points than that stupid council does.â
Before pecking a lingering French kiss on your throbbing clit like a lover would.Â
And you count one, two, three- partway through four before Choso seems to remember that heâs still in the middle of his conversation with your cute cunt. Itâs rude to leave her hanging, heâs pondering.
âWell-â Stringing himself away with such a pained grunt, cerise lower lip plumping out in a pout at the mere thought of being away from you. â-better points than that stupid council d-did. They wonât be making aaaaany comments âbout you anymore, madam.â
Your leaden eyelids struggle to flitter open, âWh-what do you ngh- mean, baby?â
But the only response you get is a quick staccato of swats at your leaky slit, before Chosoâs curling in a thick thumb past your watering lips and in to your slicked entrance. Followed by the delicious drag of his lengthy tongue doubly slipping back inside.
Thrust after thrust.Â
So extensive that he was skimming across all your ridges, mapping out every sweet spot of yours on his mouth. Your adhesive walls were clinging onto him like a vice, sappy mushes making him pry apart your thighs even more through furrowed brows.Â
âJusâ- just means-â He canât even bear to speak. To break off from stretching you staggeringly open. Your legs wrap mindlessly around Chosoâs ravenous head, â-means I donât let anyone- hah- say anythinâ about my wife.âÂ
Without a second thought, your eyes find his splayed-out arrows on the floor. The way they were sullied with redâŠ
Oh.Â
But you couldnât bring yourself to do anything other than let your head jerk backwards, muffing out slight whimpers when he alternates in such sloppy measures between swirling the fattened expanse of his tongue all over every possible spot of your gummy walls and sucking on your clit like his favorite candy.
âThey wonât say- do- anythinâââ In so deep now that all you could make out were numerous wet gurgles. And the pure, unadulterated love in Chosoâs tone when he twists his thumb to graze right against your bruised and battered g-spot. Hard. âNot when I love her so much.â
Heâs gonna raise your kids to love you just as damn much.
And when you cum, you think you might be sobbing - youâre shaking.Â
Flurries of stars bursting behind your eyes as you dig your fingers through your husbandâs perspired strands. Keening out, âFuck- mâcumming- mâcummingââ
âI know I know.â He smirks hotly against your puffy pussy lips, so close that you could feel the cratered dimple of his grin. âYer cute cunt told me, babyâ heh- wouldnât mind being welcomed ah- home by my wife like this every day.â
He lets himself be manhandled, pulled and pushed to your every whim. One of the strongest clan leaders whimpering - whimpering - when you pull just a bit too hard to mash his cushiony mouth in a deeper kiss.Â
Hot. Sappy.Â
Youâre still shaking with sparking bouts of heat that rush down and up your spine, legs twitching when Choso pulls away with a loudly kissed mwah! Overly exaggerated just to see that shy, fucked-out expression on your face.Â
He was so unfairly pretty like this - a delicate red blush burning all over his face, eyes half-lidded like he was feverish. A shimmery spray of your juiced slick drips down his chin, his bruised lips, all the way up to his regal cheekbones.Â
He made a mess. And he was wearing it like a badge of honor.
Rising up, up, up to shutter your ajar jaw and plant a drenching kiss. Choso always left your mind so melty and stupid no matter what he did.Â
âDo youâŠdo you want some hngh- sh-shaved ice?â Youâre babbling with your cottony tongue, unsure of what exactly to say after something as intense asâŠthat.Â
âNah-â One kiss. Another Two. Five. â-I jusâ had something a whooole lot sweeter, madam.â
Right now it was so quiet in your kitchen. Just you, Choso, and the gleaming moonlight illuminating his pussydrunken enchantment. Even more so than usual.Â
Youâre glissading your arms around his sweat-matted neck, reeling him in even closer. He smells so good, piney cologne searing your senses even despite that tint of iron. Nervously musing, âHmmm, wonder if sâalways gonna be like hah- this whenever I getâŠcravings.â
Well- it wasnât exactly what you wanted to say, but, better than nothing.
âCravings, huh?â Chosoâs eyes twinkle - and youâre not sure if thatâs a result of the muted lighting or because of what you just said. Hopefully the latter.Â
âWell- well just saying I wouldnât mind if-â
Cutting yourself off, youâre sure itâs the latter when he rests a massive palm, warm against your tummy. Just for a split-second before tucking his big, strong arms underneath your body and propping you in an easy princess carry. âIf you have cravings then Iâd be the one cooking for ya, my wife. 24/7, at your feet.â
Yeah, you were fucked.Â
But you never really realized just how much - just how badly - until just a few days later; seated on the polished hardwood floor of the famed Kamo archery dojo.Â
It was routine for your husband to practice his pinpoint precise shooting, and by now it was your routine to watch him.Â
How could you not? Because it was such a heavenly sight.
Chosoâs pristine, white yukata unravelled at one muscular shoulder; showing off the rippling curves and dips of his sculptured back. Strong. His honed eyes filmed with a focus he only ever gets in bed. Adonis-like biceps bulging in a lecherous little flex when he draws the string back, back, back and lets go-
âYES!â Yujiâs resounding cheer thunders across the vast chamber with way too much volume than a six-year-old should possibly have. âLetâs goooo- big bwother hit the target again.â
A simpering smile stretches across your lips as soon as he turns to you for reassurance, gesturing out a slow nod at the way Choso keeps piercing bullseye after bullseye. âHe did, your brother is very talented, Yuji.â
Humming, âWhen I grow up mâgonna be just like him.âÂ
âOf course.â Youâre chuckling at his enthusiasm - the youngest of your husbandâs brotherâs always did have a special spot in your heart. And you canât help but wonder when - if - you had an heir with Choso, whether they would be much the same. âYou are his brother, after all.â
Youâre frantically hovering your hands behind him once he bustles to a haphazard stand. Stumbling only a few times as he races over to the neat line of inventory, âThen- Iâll be just like him now.â
âBe careful!â
Ah, he really was a handful - which meant, you really didnât expect it to go over perfectly smoothly. Youâd known that simply wouldnât have been possible as soon as you met Itadori Yuji.Â
Yet, you didnât expect everything to go so wrong in just a mere matter of seconds.Â
Before you can even blink, Yujiâd tottered his way over to one particularly large, wooden bow - one used only by Ryomen Sukuna whenever he visited. Puffing out his chest as he reeled out the massively heavy weapon - overly heavy, way too much for even the most determined child-
CRASH!
âYuji!â You donât know who yelps louder - you, or Choso. But with your proximity, youâre the one that reaches him first, cradling the sniffling boy in your arms.Â
You jostle away the weighty bow - honestly, how he even managed to lift this in the first place you have no idea.Â
âAwww, donât cry donât cryââ Youâre cooing, distantly registering the worried pants of his older brother skidding to a stop beside you. He always did have him curled around his little finger. Pushing away the pinkish curls from his forehead, â-youâre alright. See? Youâre alright.â
âAre you hurt? Are you dizzy? Are you feeling nauseous-â
âChoso.â You warn, catching the way Yujiâs eyes widen in panic.Â
Taking a few deeply necessary breaths to calm down. âYou- donât do that-â Chosoâs hissing, but you could practically feel the worry seeping into his tone. Thumbing slow circles on his aching shoulders, â-ask me for a bow instead.â
You have to bite back a grin - with the watery glaze taking over his eyes, you wondered who was really hurt - Yuji or Choso himself.Â
âMâsorry big bwother.â Blubbering through big, pearly tears that dry salty streaks down his chubby cheeks. Heâs batting those lashes in a way youâre sure gets him out of any sort of trouble. Ever. The full, merciless force of it hits your poor heart as Yuji turns to you. âSorry, mama.â
Mama.Â
Mama.Â
You freeze. Choso freezes.
Hell, even the twittering birds outside freeze mid-song.Â
It seems like everyone in the entire world freezes except for an oblivious Yuji who only continues inching his tiny hands closer towards that guilty bow. Clearly not having learned his lesson - but you didnât even register that right now.Â
Youâre staring at Choso, only to find that heâs staring right back. Droopy eyes uncharacteristically wide, blinking rapidly - it didnât even look like he was breathing right now.Â
Maw parting and closing stupidly agape, and youâre almost tempted to reach out and check whether heâs doing okay - before he finally finds his voice again. Finally. Husking out a choked-out, âW-well- maybe we should- ah- should-â Heâs turning towards his contrastingly okay younger brother, âYuji?âÂ
âBig bwother!â Comes the, unfortunately, helpless answer.Â
And something in his beaming expression seems to jolt Choso out of his reverie, something that makes him let out a tight nod. Scooping up the giggling boy over his shoulder, he calls out at you, âWait here.â
As Choso walks out of the doorway, you could only watch.
Only sit there for what could be four seconds - or maybe even four hundred years - until heâd presumably dropped off Yuji at the safety of Jin. Taking steady, focused strides back to you that thud! thud! thud! right along to the beat of your racing heart.
Chosoâs expression is blank - pale as if heâs seen a fucking ghost. And he doesnât even look at you, canât even bear to once he walks back to the thickened air of the dojo. Now pointedly alone.Â
Very, very alone.Â
Wordlessly, he picks up his famed bow. And you swear that you can see his practiced hands tremble. Something was happening.Â
Itâs like an artwork that you canât look away from. The fluid motion of aligning a singular arrow to aim for his final, rounded target. Doughy pads of his fingers pinching the string back, back, back until it snaps!
And misses. For the first time in years.
âFuck.â
You barely have the time to compute - to even suck in a gasp of surprise before your husband comes and crashes into you. Itâs as if he was magnetized and couldnât get away even if he wanted to.Â
Itâs a frenzy of white billowing sleeves and powerful arms, throwing you over Chosoâs shoulder in only two seconds flat - much the same way that heâd done with Yuji moments prior.
Except moreâŠurgent.Â
âChoso- Cho!â Youâre squealing, as he lurches into hurried treads away. Legs kicking weakly in the air, only for your stubborn self to be granted with an unapologetic spank! right on the mound of your ass. Your nose crinkles as his long, inky locks tickle your face, âWhat is-â
âBe quiet.â Chosoâs rasping, so small that it could not have been more than a whisper. So close that youâre drinking in heady wafts of his masculine cologne.Â
Something in his snarling tone makes your stomach tighten. Digits grappling precariously onto the toned curves of his shoulders, your fingertips slide down the sweltering expanse of his exposed skin.Â
And only too late do you recognize the familiar pathway towards your shared bed chamber- oh.Â
So that was what it was.Â
And judging by the dark, primal look swimming in the clan leaderâs eyes you could only hope that you made it out alive-
SLAM!
You donât know whatâs forcing you more out of your excited little reverie - the shuddered slam! of your mahogany double doors, so hard that it makes the golden hinges shake, or the way youâre thrown haphazardly on the bed.Â
Like some glorified toy. One of Chosoâs favorites.Â
Youâre throwing your arms over his broad shoulders as you fall, lugging him in even closer with each springy bounce on the bedcoils.Â
But closer wasnât close enough for your husband - heâs bullying into every ounce of your personal space, caging you in between two splayed-out palms on either side of your thoroughly spinning head.
âMama, is it?â Choso starts out. Slow. Thick. Like he was approaching a cornered prey. âBaby, I wantâŠI want it.â
Youâre blinking up at him through eager eyes, âWant what, Cho?âÂ
âI want an heir. I want to make youâŠâ He gulps. The circles of his fingertips were so warm on your skin, trailing down lovingly all across your cheek. Your collarbones, your heaving tits - down to where you predictably flinched as he palmed your tummy. â-a pretty momma.â
Fawny strands of chestnut brown curtain his gaze, but you could tell just how serious he was. Just how greedy. You donât think youâve ever seen Choso like this in his entire life.Â
All you can breathe out is a crackling, âYes.â
You said it. You finally said it after all these weeks.Â
And itâs the only thing you hear before your yukata is all but torn off of you, Choso doesnât even realize when heâs doing so. Itâs melting away like butter underneath his strength, mere obstacles to where the real prize is - your gorgeous, shivering body.
Pebbles of goosebumps rise onto the surface of your flesh when he throws away those useless pieces of fabrics onto the tatami floor - you can have more newly tailored anyway. Many, many more with just how round and full youâre about to be very soon.Â
Heâd take care of it for you.
âOh, madam- madam.â Heâs spitting into your unfastened mouth, low growls sounding out across each four corners of your room. Held hostage by the arousal in your eyes, he canât stop staring. âMâgonna ruin you.â
And Choso is feral like never before.Â
Usually one to take his time during sex, finetuning you into it like a sultry waltz. His favorite hobby was to drive you mindlessly wild before he even thought of stuffing you full. But nowâŠ
Still not breaking his dreamy eye contact with you, Choso hooks a rapidfire finger over the cute bow-tied hem of your panties. Slurring down an oozing little snail trail of slick that laminates your jittery thighs with evidence of just how badly you wanted him.Â
You feel the blistering pant of his mindless oh! fanning your features, leaning backwards with a loosened maw to admire just how glistening you are in this lighting.Â
How ready.
With a low, fucked-up whimper breaking at the back of his throat, he rubs over the bloated curvature of your needy pussy. Slipping ever-so-slightly at the saturated puddles leaking out, Choso has no hesitation or shame when he tugs his fingerpads into his mouth once.Â
Twice. Thrice.Â
Dipping back down for more and more and more-
âCanât-â Heâs guttering out, eyes crinkling and- fuck, were those tears? âI c-â
You reach your hand up to smear away his hot rivulets of salt, and Choso stops his prattling like a broken record forced to a halt. He jolts as if your touch has just sent a zillion shocks of voltage down his spine, all the trekking trailway down to his furious, aching cock.Â
Unsteady hands flinging apart his snowy robes - barely even bothering to remove them and wrench down his undergarments before you see it. You finally understand why Choso was soâŠrestless.
Because heâs never been harder.Â
Fuck being furious, his bawling cock was seething. Equally as red as the ripest of strawberries, the split-ended crown of his cockhead was just as plumply swollen. All proud inches nestled underneath his painfully-clenching breeder balls, ballooned and lush. Only the barest of your gaze is enough to make Chosoâs lustrous tip twitch, laminating himself with a freshly dripping glaze of translucent pre.Â
Though, itâs not like you were doing any better.Â
Your gluey lips pucker and pout up at him once heâs wrangling your legs into a boneless hold. The feeling of his palms underneath your thighs are so soft - even despite his battle-hardened calluses. Worshipping.Â
But the way heâs resting your legs on his shoulders, and folding you in half like a whining lawnchair is the complete opposite. Mercilessly into a-
âM-mating press-â Chosoâs getting out through strangled breaths, as if the sole words had his poor sanity fraying at the edges. â-mating press- a- a-â Something heâs never tried out before. His head dips down, pearls of sweat simmering across his trembly upper lip as soon as your sticky folds leave a wet snog on his fattened mushroomy tip. Topping it with a generous heap of honeyed sap, âWell, hello there, baby. I have you in a mating press nâ mâgonnaâŠgonnaâŠâ
He couldnât even finish his sentence.Â
Couldnât even finish his thought before Choso was doing - body moving miles and miles ahead of his stupidly saccharine-sweet mind.Â
âF-fuuuuckââ Youâre letting off the keenest of whines, the edges of your nails leaving neat crescents all over his toned back. It was the perfect little present for the way he had you so split open.Â
And he was barely even pushing past the tip.Â
âOh. Oh.â Chosoâs grunts are throaty, as if they werenât coming from the man himself but somewhere murked and dark inside him. And the same went for his feverish thrusts - tight, rigid little pushes past your slicked-up hole just to fit inside. Heâs spitting into your slacked mouth, âCâmon- câmon câmonââ
Usually, it takes so long to prepare you to take his nine- no, ten inches. But currently, fast just wasnât fast enough.
Thereâs a thundering slam! abovehead - only hours and hours later do you have enough brainpower to realize that it was Choso striking his palm down on the headboard - and it makes your clingy walls grip onto the battering mountain of his dewy head.Â
Squeezing in a repeatedly adhesive-like tempo, Chosoâs nose crinkles at the rubbery resistance of your snug hole. Still molding to the slightest curves and ridges of his drowned slit with every desperate rut-
âPlease- take it- fucking take it.â His voice was trembling on the edge of a crack, thickened exactly the way one does when heâs about to cry. âH-how can I fuck! How can I breed yaâŠif I donât-â
And youâre swearing you see his ruddied cheeks glisten with a few slipped-off tears - though, that just might be from the way that your own vision mists over when his stray hand plugs up your spilling entrance to pry two thickened, scissoring digits inside and stretch. âFucking- take that big fuckinâ- cock-â
Bullying in a few more long nâ girthy inches- Youâre so full that it feels like Chosoâs pushing his bloated crownhead against the spongy edges of your lungs.Â
The bed dips and moans with frequent soft creaks! when he plants his curved knees firmly further apart. Flexibly so. And youâre getting a good, greedy eyeful of his pale, bulky thighs - angling at the perfect bend to snap his slender hips and jackhammer-
âSh-shit-â Your head sinks into the cushiony pillows underneath you, and it already feels like youâre in heaven. â-donât- donât know if itâll fit, Choââ
With a bitten lip, Choso rovers down his sturdy hand from the surface of the bedframe to measure out ten solid inches. Bringing it down much the same way he did during your wedding reception, âY-you can, babyââ
âBut-â
âYou will.â Heâs gasping, gracing you with a soft brush of his curvaceous mushroomed head along one of your utmost favorite hidden sweet spots. Itâs enough to make you buck. âGonna take my cock, nâ youâre gonna haaah- take my seed ântil youâre bloated. So Iâll make it fit- fuck- watch, Iâll make it fit.â Before you know it, that very same hand finds itself crowning your head, threatening to push you down- âC-can you say hngh- âbiiiig stretchâ fâme?â
Youâre hiccuping out, âB-big stretch?â
âNuh uh-â By the time that Choso shakes his head, youâre being sprinkled with loose flecks of his sweat. He was in so deep now. âSay it with me- b-biiig stretch, babyââ
âB-biiig- stretch!â It takes you everything in your body to hold your own against the vicious pounds being planted and struggled into your goopy depths. Choso was determined. Frenzied.Â
And god, the way youâre dumbly parroting his words is so hot. He canât help but dollop out muggy icings of pre that slosh and swab at every nook and cranny inside you.Â
âGood girl.â Rewarding you with a slow heart being patterned right on the throbbing peak of your clit, the roughened edges of his fingertips rub you just right. Not too hard. Not too soft. Your husband nuzzles his flushed head into the havened crook of your clammy neck, âS-say it again, madam.â
âBiiig-â
Honestly, itâs a wonder you manage to get exactly two syllables out at all. Because soon enough, Chosoâs taking your distracted few seconds to lace his fingers onto your scalp push. To bump his hips back until your geysering cunt was struggling around his fat, bulbous tip.
Before stuffing you full all the way in-
âFuck- no.â Chosoâs spitting out venomously against your thrumming pulse, sharp fringes of his teeth digging in animalistically. Bottomed out but still pushing and pushing- Slamming a lazy stripe of luscious precum down your spongy cervix, âNo- no noââ
No sooner are you full of all his massive, rummaging length, heâs making you take even more. This time in the form of dribbling, ribbony volumes of cum that leak and leak and wonât stop from his heated divot.Â
Itâs ballooning up your tight channel even more. Swashing around and sticking to your gummy walls like a treacly lacquer. Filling you to your very brim-
âS-so much.â Youâre gaping, through tear-strung lashes. The shivering edges of your fingers subconsciously dance downwards to splotch over the puddling globs of seed tricking from either side of your sloppy slit. Squeezing out even more to coat Chosoâs bulky base with creamy rings upon rings.Â
And, usually, your husband might be just a bit embarrassed. Usually, he would have pulled out to make out with your pretty pussy until your scores were more than tied.
But that wasnât your husband right now.Â
âDonât.â Choso clicks his drunkenly heavy tongue, lips pulling back into what almost looks like an oh-so-feral snarl. And you have to admit that it looks so sexy on him. Heâs rudely swatting away your curious hand, âMove that fucking hand nâ let me see.â
It takes only a split-second for both your hands to be pinned underneath one of Choso Kamoâs.Â
âThaâs not enough to take.â
And only one more split-second for him to flip you over onto your tummy and stuff your head into the cushy pillows.Â
Heâs fucking you like heâs using you. Like heâs pumping his mushy, swollen head to nudge in the weighty heft of his cum deeper and deeper and deeper-
âYâknow I hate hngh- disrespectinâ my wife, babyââ He leans over to sigh against your ear in craving hisses, pinning you with his body. His muscles. You could count each nâ every one of Chosoâs bulging abs, glissading damply against your perfectly arched spine. Bubblegum pink nipples pressed roughly into your scorching skin, âHate it- butâŠâ
You gasp at Chosoâs audacity next - at the way it makes you so traitorously soaked when he hikes up one of his feet to rest upon your head.Â
Gurgling out a stupid. âCh-Choââ
But he didnât seem to hear you - you didnât know if he was even managing to breathe at this point. Only letting his devious lips twitch up, up, up into such a satisfied grin. â-but ântil I get my hngh- hehâŠheir, youâre gonna hafta be my cumdump, madam.â
And if the saturated slurps singing out at a near-deafening tone from your dripping pussy said anything - it was that you loved the idea.Â
Especially when the changed angle makes his scouring cockhead maze between the most treasured spots of your jelly-like walls to strike numerous, merciless hits dead-set on your g-spot.Â
Ah, there it was, pipes up that small voice in Chosoâs overtaken brain. Jostling your hips back onto his with a sudden spank on the target of your drivelling hole, the stinging pressure makes you bump your tenderest spots again and again into his ruthless batters.Â
Itâs bruising - the proud circumference of his plummy cock against your elastic cervix with every recoiling bounce, the rounded patterns of his balls against the hind of your pretty pussy with each thrust.
If you didnât think you were being fucked stupid before then you were sure now.Â
Your velveteen pillowcase dampens with the ever-flooding saliva spilling from your mouth every time Choso rears his aching shaft back to plant rapid, precise strikes where you wanted him the most.Â
Whimpering at how every ramming dab of his split cockhead leaves leakages of pearly white cum all over the bottom of your pussy. That sultry swirl of his dumped heaps inside of you making your head spin just as dizzily.Â
You almost donât notice it when Chosoâs drifting both hands to skirt over about halfway down your tummy. Feeling for that bloated, cylindrical outline of him vulgarly messing up your insides, âGonna be e-even fuller here soon, yâknow-â Heâs giggling - giggling. Erratically letting his hands slide down to your clit to give the peaked ends just a tiny pinch. â-have you all round. Full. Full-â
He canât say anything else.
He canât do anything else - other than watch in purely entranced awe when that makes you cum all over his fucking cock.Â
So big nâ thick that your claggy walls can barely even squeeze around his throbbing shaft. The thought makes you huff as he rams rigorously through your blinding high - teeth grit, your fingers fist at the pillows and make sure you can clench-
When you do- oh, when you manage to cling your gummy cunt onto his girth as if to suck out his fucking soul, it makes Choso cum, too.
Fatigued hips somehow matching his cadence, your knees shiver on top of the softened mattress stuttering through every dousing mass of cum gliding inside your cute cunt. It was so heavy having his massive torrentials inside of you, spraying the door to your womb with a slippery sheen.
It was maddening.Â
And maybe itâs been hours - maybe itâs been mere minutes. But all you know is that youâre put through rounds and rounds and more rounds. But heâs still not stopping. Still dredging out the tiniest of hollowing grinds.Â
Until much, much later Chosoâs breath hitches in feverish stutters. It was so steamily hot inside you, only getting more humid by the minute as you ride out yet another crashing high.
âGâna milk e-every ngh- drop-â He titters, fleshy edges of his fingers closing in around where your pussylips were the most buxom. The most leaky. â-nâ youâre gonna ngh- keep it. Keep ântil you give me an h-heir. Remember that, babyâ keep it.â
Youâre fighting against the weight of his muscular leg on top of you. Was he clamming your pussy shut?Â
âChoso, baby.â Your straining out, throat drier than the Sahara at this point. Even despite how the hypnotized way your husband looks at you makes your tongue lather with watery saliva. âWant- want more.â
You think you might just have broken Choso Kamo.
Might just have made him reach another surprising high all over again with just your simple request. Heâs lifting off the powerfully pressurized foot crowned on your head in favor of lurching downwards to grab your tender throat into a headlock.
Manhandling you as he pleased. Lifting you off of the tattered pillow, the completely splintered bed frame now.Â
Your chin juts over his thick, bulging biceps, fighting for both air and the space-
âMore- more, she says-â Heâs chuckling out, words cracking a few octaves higher than normal. From the corner of your eye, you sneak glimpses at the way that Chosoâs eyes were wide, crazed. Flashing all sorts of feral promises when he plants one, two, three long thuds against your soppy cervix. âFucking- m-more.â
Youâre letting off a tiny whimper - your orgasm nothing but tingles at this point. Yearning for that the piping hot streak of seed flushed into your already-overspilling cunt. Syruping in with the rest of his numerous goopy volumes, itâs thick and needy.Â
Only one.
âSh-shit.â Heâs wheezing against your ear, free hand flying down to tug at his reddened base for more more more- oneâs not enough. Every possibly wiry wisp and speckle that could fill you up. Could give him an heir. âCanât cum dry- wonât- oh.â
Rutting into you like Choso wonât stop - didnât know if he even can stop anymore. You flinch at the suddenly hot splatter! of something warmâŠand wet at your shoulder.Â
âCho- oh!â Not only was the clan leader drooling out glossy spatters of saliva, he was crying. Hugging you even closer, youâre showered in neverending streams of overstimulated tears.
And Choso can only babble away, âHope- hope sâa daughter, madam.â
A/N. AYYY yâall have been wanting more dom Choso saurrrr- Anyways hope you have a lovely week <3
Plagiarism not authorized.Â
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who to call to clean up after an "accident" than your sick and twisted military boyfriend? :D (dark!ghost x dark!fem!reader, 18+)
cw: dark!reader, dark!simon, horror movie vibes, graphic depictions of character death/murder, unhealthy relationship dynamics, one slip of daddy, smut, unprotected piv, simon "spit in my mouth" riley, reader and simon are kinda psycho :D
you've been so nice to her. really nice. you've let it slide off your back whenever she doesn't do her dishes. you pretend you don't notice when she borrows your shoes from the hallway and wears them out to dinner. you hide yourself in your room when she has her awful, loud guests over, and you have never once said anything about how she takes her sweet time in the shared bathroom in the morning and makes you late 2 days a week for work.
but this? this?
she needs to keep simon's name out of her fucking mouth.
"excuse me?" you say finally. your roommate is shrugging on her jacket to leave, her purse in her hand as she types on her phone, using it as a way to not make eye-contact with you. her long nails are tapping against the screen, and it feels like fucking drip water torture. "what the fuck did you just say?"
she sighs, irritated, rolling her eyes as she keeps tapping away at the screen.
"you're so dramatic, it was just a fucking joke."
"you know, i let a lot of things slide," you laugh, humorlessly, and you cross your arms over your chest as you follow her into the kitchen. "but you need to be careful what you say."
"i don't do anything except call it like i see it," she says, tossing her hair over her shoulder and looking at herself in the reflection of the mirror hanging on the wall. "you need to just...go out more. man like that isn't gonna stay for long if you don't give him something to go for. he's bored, you know. when you have him over here all the time. and i've totally caught him peeking at me after i shower, y'know."
"well why the fuck are you wearing nothing but a towel when my boyfriend is here, anyways?" you snap. "he's trying to be polite, he's a guest. what if i wore a fucking towel when you had your guy friends over?"
she laughs, poking at the edge of her lip to fix the gloss of her pout. "trust me, honey, no one's looking at you in a towel."
you step back, a little shocked. she rolls her eyes again, sighing.
"i didn't--"
"are you kidding me?" you retort. "you're the worst fucking roommate in the world, and i put up with all your bullshit, and now you're going to go so low as to insult the way i look just to make yourself feel better?" you make your way around the kitchen island. "you don't wash your fucking dishes, you steal my fucking clothes, you're always late on your rent so i have to spot you--"
"you know what, just because i'm fucking happy, and you're not, doesn't mean you have to take it out on me!"
"i am happy, you sorry bitch!" you cry. "i'm so fucking happy, you're the only thing in my life making me constantly miserable!"
"oh, shove it up your ass, you ungrateful little shit!" she snaps. "you're just so fucking insecure and hate me so badly just because simon would rather fuck a girl like me than have to spend another minute with--"
the crack of cast iron against her head shuts her up. it dents the side of her head easily, and her face smacks against the countertop before she crumples to the floor.
it's so fast. one minute, she's yapping, high-pitched voice straining your ears. the next, she's silent.
and she won't say simon's fucking name again.
you watch with bated breath as she folds into herself, her head hitting the hardwood last, a slow puddle of blood beginning to grow under the tendrils of her hair as your eyes move to the heavy pan you're still holding in your hands.
fuck, that's a lot of blood. god, you thought she was just full of fucking air.
you drop the pan once the rush of anger leaves your chest. it thunks onto the ground, and your hands shake as you see the specks of blood that are on the back of your hands, sprinkled over the shirt you wear. it stains your bare legs, even your toes, and you don't even want to look at the spray of it along the counters.
you should be crying, you think. you should feel bad. you're trembling a little, but you think it's just the adrenaline beginning to fade and not the guilt you know is supposed to be racking your insides.
you turn your eyes back to her. her eyes are dull. she doesn't move. it's so quiet now, utterly silent, and you take a deep breath as you take in the silence that you've craved for a long while now. you make your way quietly out of the kitchen, stepping over her body before going for your phone that sits on the coffee table in front of the couch.
you keep your eyes on her as you put your phone to your ear. it rings, and you tilt your head to the side as the blood begins to spiderweb under the kitchen table.
"'ello?"
you blink, looking towards the door. you clutch your phone a little tighter to your ear.
"simon?" you say softly. "a-are...are you busy?"
he hums lowly, chuckling, "no' at the moment, swee'eart, why?" he asks. "mmm...missed y'r voice..." you close your eyes as you hear the buckle of his belt. you try not to picture your giant of a boyfriend leaning back on his worn couch and shoving his jeans low enough to fuck his fist. "tolk t'me, luv...tell me 'ow much ya miss daddy."
you clear your throat gently, willing yourself to ignore the soft squelch of what you know is his hand around his cock, to not let it distract you from what's more important. "uhm...i liked the flowers you gave me, simon. t-they were beautiful."
the sounds on the other end of the phone quiet. you hear shuffling, and then a few moments later, the clink of his car keys.
"tha' right, baby?" he asks, and you close your eyes as you hear the front door of his flat opening. he's already on the way, already coming.
"yeah," you sniffle. "really nice sunflowers."
a yellow flower. he huffs on the other end of the phone, breathing a little easier.
"good girl," he murmurs, and then the line cuts. you set the phone down, making your way back to the kitchen and taking a seat at the table. you watch as the blood continues to curl over the floor. you make no attempt to help her; you just swing your feet under you as you look at her spoiled outfit, just grateful she isn't wearing your shoes or one of your jackets. you would hate to have to throw something out that she got all dirty.
there's a curt knock at the door ten minutes later, and then it opens. simon shuts the door behind him, cracking his neck by moving it from side to side before narrowing his eyes at you. you bite your lip, blinking, forgetting suddenly why he is here when he looks so fucking good. he's got a sweatshirt on under his windbreaker, worn jeans tucked into his boots; you like these jeans, his ass looks incredible in them.
"wot happened?" he asks. you stand, remembering your place. your lip starts trembling, and simon's eyes soften just a little. he's wearing his balaclava, hood up over his head and jacket zipped up, shadowing any true expression on his face. his gait sounds heavy as he lets his hands out of his pockets, coming towards you. when he steps into the kitchen, his eyes dart towards your roommate who's still on the floor, laid out unnaturally just by the oven.
he lets out a low breath, clicking his tongue under the mask. you hold your breath as you wait for his reaction.
"bloody hell," simon mutters, reaching up and throwing his hood off. you wring your hands together nervously, your eyes beginning to sting with tears. you brace for the accusations, for the inevitable terror of facing the music. simon is military, for fuck's sake, why the fuck did you think turning to him would be a good idea?
"i...i-i--" you start, looking up at him, and he holds up a hand, taking the side of your face into his palm before smoothing a gloved thumb over your bottom lip. you blink in confusion, not understanding.
"'s olright, baby," he shushes you, shaking his head. "don't cry."
"simon, i--" you sputter a little, gripping his wrist gently. "i just--i couldn't do it anymore, she just--"
he pities you. maybe you can explain. maybe if you tell him a warped story of what happened, he can help you. he must know someone. he must have important friends, he must--
he uses his free hand to move his mask up over his nose, and you lean into him when he bends, kissing you warmly. your eyes flutter shut, and you shuffle closer as he kisses you sloppy, kisses you hot. you mewl as he slips his tongue into your mouth, licking over your teeth and humming low as he pulls away. his eyes are flashing.
mmm. love.
"hmm..." simon licks his lips, smiling a little. he looks over you, almost pensive, his eyes scanning over your face before he settles back on your eyes. it's tender, the way he looks at you. romantic. "let's get this off of ya."
he reaches for the large shirt you are wearing, pulling it up and over your head. he crumples it into a ball before tossing it on top of your roommate, nodding his head behind you.
it's then that you realize simon isn't going to do the noble thing. he isn't going to call the police. he isn't going to turn you in, make you explain, he seems uninterested in knowing what really happened. no, he already knows what happened. but that's not important.
his pretty, perfect girl got into a little trouble. and he's going to make this go away.
"go on, luv. take a nice shower, yeah?" simon turns you around and pushes on your back gently. you suck in a shaky breath when he fondles your ass, pulling on your panties gently. "mmm...take these off, too."
you slip your panties down your legs, handing them to him.
"they have blood on them, too?" you ask, wiping your face, and he chuckles lowly.
"nah," he shrugs, stuffing them into his back pocket after taking a little sniff. "these are just for me."
jesus fucking christ, there's really something wrong with him. there's something really, really wrong with him.
and something wrong with me.
simon looks you up and down, his eyes catching on your naked body for just a few moments before he nods his head again.
"go on," he tells you. "before i get distracted." you pause for a moment, tilting your head back a little as he reaches out and cups one of your breasts in his big hand. you bite your lip, swallowing back a heavy breath as he flicks his thumb over your nipple gently. "greatest tits 've ever seen," he mumbles, scrunching his nose under the mask before he lets you go. "yeah, go on, baby." it takes everything in you to walk away when you see him reach down with that same hand and grip his bulge through his jeans, adjusting himself as he turns back to the mess in the kitchen.
when you shut the bathroom door behind you, you hear shuffling in the living room. the coffee table scraping. the couch being pushed. the rustle of the rug you have there. he grunts a little, and you hear his boots track from the kitchen back to the living room.
you turn the water on hot. you decide to take a bath, not looking at yourself in the mirror as you sink into the tub and plug the drain. you make the water scalding, and it soothes your sore muscles as you rest your cheek against the edge of the tub and stare at the door.
you're not sure how long you stay there. long enough for the water to nearly slosh over the edge of the tub and for simon to swing the bathroom door open, seemingly done with his...tasks.
he's taken his sweatshirt off. just a black t-shirt tucked into jeans, and there's a slight pant to his breaths that tell you he's exerted some energy. you notice he has his gloves still on, but before he touches you, he takes them off and tosses them into the sink.
"move over," simon mutters, starting to undress. you look up at him as he undoes the button on his pants, shucking his shirt off and into the corner before dropping his jeans. the water swishes as you sit up, and you swallow hard when simon kicks his boots and pants off, his cock hanging heavy as his mask is the last to hit the floor.
fuck, he's so pretty.
he has no regard for his size. he simply steps into the tub behind you, taking a seat. he looks comically large in your small bathtub, and you squeak a little as the water spills over the edge of the bath and wets the floor. he hums as he feels the hot water on his back. you don't say anything as his hands start to turn the water a little red. you just look up, away, at him.
you shuffle between his legs, tucking yourself into his space. you can't help but look him up and down, admiring his naked physique. he's just hot. big arms, thick thighs, sunburnt tattoos and scars cutting across his face. he hasn't shaved today, so there's some stubble along his jaw, but your eyes focus a little too much on his girthy length, heavy as it sits on his stomach and leaks a little there. his fat stomach, all solid and pudgy, such a nice place for you to rest your hands.
"you did good today," simon says finally. you look at him, and he tilts his head to the side. his approval makes your chest warm. "callin' me like tha'. wot a good girl you are."
keeping quiet on the phone is what he doesn't add out loud.
you purse your lips, trying not to keen at the praise, but it's hard not to when he reaches over and slides his hand over your shoulder, thumbing at your jaw.
"i-i didn't...didn't know what to do," you admit, and he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. you didn't know what to do, so you called him. level-headed enough to not do something rash and call someone else, no, you called him.
"mmm...tha's wot i'm 'ere for, luv," simon soothes you. "made such a little mess..."
you close your eyes. it's sick. deranged. fuck, it feels nice.
why don't i feel anything?
"i know. i'm sorry."
"nothin' ta be sorry about."
you slump into his arms, resting your cheek on his solid chest. you can feel his cock pulsing against your tummy, and you adjust yourself in the water, straddling him as you rest your chin on his pecs and look up at him through watery eyes.
you aren't sad. no. not sad at all. simon has shown you what he will do for the you. the lengths he will go. what he'll forgive just to take care of you. he's so capable, so understanding.
sick. twisted. mine.
"then i'll just say thank you," you mumble, grinding your hips slowly. simon hums, a wicked smile coming over his scarred face. he licks over his bottom lip, big hands gripping you by the fat of your hips as you grip the edges of the tub for stability. "say thank you to my big, strong man for taking such good care of me..."
he chuckles, his eyes lowering, watching your tits sway as you fit your pussy over his length and grind down on him.
"tha' so, baby?"
you nod.
"mhm," you whine. "how can i thank you, my big boy? how can i show you how grateful i am for cleaning up after me, hmm?" you bend at the waist, kissing him wet and warm, and he hisses as you suck his tongue into your mouth. he tastes like cigarettes, and normally you would curse him for it, but right now it tastes so much like him, and you lick around his teeth trying to taste more of that sweet nicotine.
"fuck--such a naughty little girl..." he snickers, reaching down. you sigh when he slides his big palms over your ass, forcing you to grind slower, the tip of his cock sliding through your folds leisurely. you grip the edges of the tub tighter, pressing down to give you more leverage to grind down harder. "make such a mess, oll the time..." you gasp when he presses into you just enough, the tip breaching your entrance and forcing you to squeeze around him, your cunt trying to suck him in. "olways needin' me ta pick up afta ya..."
you giggle, sliding your hands up his chest, gripping his shoulders for leverage as you sink down onto him. he grits his teeth as you do, his eyes focused on the way his cock disappears inch by inch until you're seated down in his lap, his length kissing deep and twitching excitedly. he always feels like a teenager again whenever you fuck--like you're the first pretty girl to ever wet his cock.
you cup his cheeks finally, smoothing your thumbs under his eyes as you bring his gaze up to meet yours. you swallow hard, looking down at him.
"i-i love you, simon," you breathe. he stills underneath you, his jaw clenching as he frowns just a little. you come a little closer, nuzzling your nose against his, your thumb falling to trace the outline of his torn lip. "i should've said it a long time ago...i-i..."
"heart's beatin' out y'r chest, luv," he mutters lowly. "'s olright...'m not goin' anywhere."
it's so disgusting. you should be fucking ill. you should be scrambling to the toilet, your breakfast halfway up your throat. you should be crying, emotional, begging simon to tell the cops that it was all your fault, because it is. he should've come here and made you do the level-headed thing and confess your terrible crime.
he shouldn't be here, sitting underneath you in your tub, cock-deep inside of you after helping you commit murder and then fucking clean it all up.
"what did i do?" you gasp, sitting up. you move to get out of the tub, but simon growls, putting two firm hands on your ass and shoving you back down on his cock, making you cry. "w-what did i do? s-simon, why don't i feel bad, why am i not sorry--?!"
simon tsks, feigning comfort. he juts his bottom lip out into a pout, mocking your little cries.
"oh, luvvie, don't start cryin' now," he chuckles. "don't start pretending like y'care."
uhm...
"simon--"
"no one likes a liar."
you're still trying to pretend, and he knows this. you're still trying to act how someone normally would react. someone normal, someone who thinks rationally, would never have picked up the pan in the first place. and even if they had, they would've scrambled, cried, picked up the phone and confessed, called an ambulance as they tried to get her to start breathing again, put both hands on her chest and tried to get her wake up.
but you didn't. you watched, unnervingly calm, as she stained the hardwood with her blood. you watched as her eyes glassed over, lifeless, and you watched as her insides began to paint the floor in abstract shapes as you gave it time to spread. and not once during that time, or waiting for simon, did you think to help her.
you didn't want to help her. and you certainly didn't think she deserved to get back up. maybe she hadn't done anything quite harsh enough to deserve death in someone else's eyes. annoying, overbearing, rude.
but it's hard to feel bad when she talked about simon. when she called him by his name. when you've seen her let her towel slip when he's in her vicinity, trying to coax him into her room when you're looking away.
you should've taken one of the throwing knives that simon hides in his boot and thrown it at her then, just for that.
"we're cut from the same bloody cloth, baby," simon says, almost accusingly. you grip the edges of the tub, trying to stand again, but he cants his hips and fucks up into you, drawing a frenzied moan out of you. you reach for his shoulders as he does it again, his tongue darting out before he licks a fat stripe over your pebbled nipple. "'s olright. 's okay, luv. don't worry. don't hafta get y'r hands dirty, swee'eart, i've got it."
"but simon," you whine, but all he does is shake his head. you don't have to put on this morality act for him. you don't have to pretend that you are sorry for something that you had every right to do, you don't have to explain to him why you aren't feeling the way you should be feeling.
simon doesn't care about how you should feel. he only cares about how you actually feel.
"she was in y'r way," simon grunts. "always bein' a bloody brat." he fists your hair and brings your mouth to his, groaning as you tighten around his cock. "'ow many times did she fuck ya over, baby, hmm? 'ow many times did she steal y'r fuckin' things, come outta the loo wearin' nothin' but her fuckin' knickers, yeah? 'ow many times?"
you kiss him, frantic, digging your nails into his pecs and dragging them angrily.
yeah. fuck her. fuck what she did to me, fuck the way she behaved, fuck her stupid face and her stupid attitude and her stupid little games.
"called ya names..." he's hitting your sweet spot now, making you cry from pleasure. your pussy feels so hot, squeezing him because you know he's right, and the way he fucks this time makes you think he really knows what you are and knows exactly how to get you there. "wot a fuckin' twat. deserved every bit o' it, baby."
you meet his eyes, dark and cruel. he's still moving, still holding onto your hips and drawing out little whines, but it's different suddenly, it's more. you nod, understanding.
simon is terrible. no good. his head isn't in the right place, maybe it never has been. you wonder, briefly, if this is what he does when he's at work, if these are the things that he's used to. maybe simon has been in service too long--maybe he doesn't understand that you aren't at war here, that you can't just kill and clean up, that you aren't in the field.
"she deserved it," you whimper, and he grins, all teeth, all mean.
"tha's it."
"she was such a bitch."
"fuckin' right."
"she got what was coming for her."
"nnghhh--fuck, baby, gonna make me fuckin' cum, tolkin' like tha'," he hisses. you practically smack him as you grab onto his scarred face, gritting your teeth as you glare down at him. his lips part, and you spit in his mouth as he fucks up into you, thighs hitting your ass with a wet smack that makes your head spin.
"and i'll get rid of the next bitch that so much as looks your way, simon."
the kiss is searing. hot, blinding, white noise fills your ears as he cums with you, stuffing you full as he cums hard, a pained groan leaving him as he collapses against the porcelain tub with a harsh thud. you follow him, chasing after him, kissing him between heavy breaths as you don't make any effort to move off of him. when simon opens his eyes, he can't help but smile.
he's never seen his reflection without a mirror.
#awwwwwwwwww thanks for taking care of me pookie#thanks for indulging my terrible mind and telling me its okay ;)#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost mw2#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#ghost mwii#ghost x reader#cod#call of duty#simon riley smut#simon ghost riley smut#simon thoughts#dark!ghost#dark!simon
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cw. none except satoru being disgustingly cute (part 2)
satoru isnât used to people calling him anything other than his surname. gojo-san to most, gojo-sensei to others. itâs simple, and gets the job done.
only a handful of people stick to calling him by his given name. to them, heâs satoru. itâs easy, and rolls of the tongue, and he greatly prefers it over the sound of his surname. it makes him feel like an actual person.
satoru never entertained the possibility of being called anything else other than those two names. he didnât think it would ever happen.
for once, he was glad to be proven wrong.
âtough day, pretty?â you ask gently, and he sighs with a nod as he throws himself into your opened arms. his body moulds easily into yours, and he lets out a heavy groan as he settles onto the couch with you. the groan is loud, and over-exaggerated.
itâs so satoru.
you have to stifle a giggle.
âeverything went horribly wrong,â he grumbles, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. âthe higher ups were up my ass again, my students laughed at me again, and when i finally made it to that bakery you liked they were out of your favourite pastries so i couldnât get them for youâagain!â
âoh, my poor baby,â you coo, and gently push his bangs out of his face. he nods in agreement, faking an immense amount of sympathy for himself. ââs okay, at least you tried, hm? i think thatâs very sweet.â
satoru hums, as if heâs deeply thinking about your words. ââm still your baby?â he mumbles, deciding thatâs the most important thing right now. his eyes briefly flutter shut, consumed by utter bliss as you play with the hairs on his undercut.
âmhm, still my baby.â
âyeah? what else am i?â
this time you do giggle. he does this sometimes. you arenât exactly sure whyâbut on tough days, satoru likes to crawl into your arms and listen to you call him every cheesy nickname under the sun. itâs easily providable and makes him so very happy, so you always indulge him.
âmy honey bun.â
âand?â
âmy boo bear.â
âmhm.â
âmy sweetheart.â
âyes?â
you laugh softly. âmy mochi,â you coo, and pinch his cheek. itâs a little squished because heâs laying on your chest, but it emphasises your point.
he grins under your touch. itâs adorable.
âkeep them coming, please?â he asks, and you do. you always do, unable to refuse him. especially when he asks so sweetly.
âmy sugar cookie.â
âmy muffin.â
âmy baby cakes.â
âmy angel.â
âmy love.â
âmy husband.â
âhâhuh?â satoru stammers, looking up from your chest. he lays his chin on your sternum, baby blue eyes blinking up at you. theyâre filled with awe, surprise, and utter glee. âthatâs, iâm not. . .â
âjust testing the title, baby,â you tell him, and continue playing with his hair. he bathes in your touch and you smile softly as he grabs and kisses the palm of your hand. âwhat do you think, hm?â
âi think you should call me it again.â
âoh?â
âmhm,â he mumbles.
âmy dearest husband.â
âagain.â
âmy handsome husband.â
âagain.â
âmy sweet husband.â
âagain, please?â
you hum, impressed. âmy well-mannered husband.â
satoru chuckles, and lays back down on your chest. his white hair tickles against your skin, and he sighs in content.
âi think i want to be your husband for real.â
âyeah?â
âyeah,â he mumbles and nuzzles further into your hold. âyâve got the same ring size still, right?â
âi sure do,â you say, a content smile on your lips as you watch him slowly doze off to sleep.
âhm, good to know.â
for satoru, those nicknames make him feel as if heâs something even greater than a personâit makes him feel yours.
heâs not just gojo, the strongest. heâs not just satoru, the at-times somewhat immature adult with the sweet tooth of a child.
heâs yours. your baby. your honey bun. your boo bear. your mochi. your boyfriend. your love. and for satoru, thereâs no greater thing in the world than that.
#ê€ â sanatomis darling: gojo satoru#usually i list the nicknames i have from him of the top of my head but iâll admit it guys#i opened my notes app for this one#i call him so many nicknames i know mimi is sick of us#very self-indulgent once again my apologies (or not)#HES JUST SO#adorable#heâs everything and he deserves every nickname#satoru gojo x reader#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x reader fluff#satoru gojo x reader fluff#gojo x reader fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#sneaking it in again guys sorry#âŁ â„ àł đ đđĄđđđ.
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Summary: four-year-old Yuuji didnt mean to bring up Mr. Gojos crush on you, which of course, leads to Sukuna's harsh teasing.
cw: fem! reader (reader gets referred to as girl, pretty, and mommy), curse words, suggestive language, lion king spoilers (lol)
wc: 1.8k
a/n: i love making sukuna an absolute menace. poor yuuji tho. i think i am going to introduce gojo as a character, because I think it would be entertaining to piss Sukuna off lol.
big brother au masterlist
âSu-kuna!â
âThe fuck did you just call me?â
âLanguage,â You scold, not peering up from your book. Yuuji lays sprawled out on top of the both of you â his head in your lap, and practically purring in content when you gently pet the top of his head, while his little legs are on Sukunaâs thighs.Â
Yuuji giggles into your shirt, shaking his head mischeviously. âBad word Su-kuna!â
In an instant, you feel the toddler being ripped away from your lap with a tiny screech. The noise startles you, and you perk up from your book to look to where the boy has gone to. But, you aren't surprised to see him dangling in the air by his ankle â Sukunaâs long fingers skillfully hold onto Yuujis chubby little leg tight enough to not drop him, but gently enough to not cause physical harm.Â
The boy doesn't seem to mind this position, being in it so frequently. Giggles and squeals leave the toddler's mouth as he stares at his now upside down brother. âYou learning how to speak correctly?â
Yuuji nods his head, and his hands try to reach for Sukunas shirt. You rest your head on the man's shoulder, chuckling at the boy who was squirming in the air. âUh-huh! F-Fush-i-guro taught me!â The dark haired toddlers last name was hard to pronounce, and it was amusing watching how Yuuji sounded it out.
Sukuna makes a loud groaning noise and you cover your mouth to hold back another laugh. âOf course you made friends with Gojoâs new brat. First he hits on my girl, and now his new kid is gonna manipulate this idiot.â He shakes Yuuji in the air to demonstrate his point, ignoring the squeals.Â
You roll your eyes with a laugh. âJust because Megumi taught Yuuji how to say your name correctly, doesn't mean the kid is manipulating him. Yâknow Yuuji struggles with words sometimes.â You watch as the child in turn shakes his head in defiance, letting out a âNu-uh!â that only makes you smile. You turn back over to your lover, kissing his cheek. âAw, does it make you sad that our little Yuuji is growing up?â
âNo,â he quickly rebuttals, âBrat isnt growing up fast enough. I am mad that you're not denying the fact that the white haired idiot is flirting with you.â You know that wasn't the full truth, but alas, Sukuna was extremely stubborn and would never admit that he didn't want his brother to grow up.Â
âFush-i-guro says Mr. Gojo thinks you are pretty!â Yuuji announces, beaming at you from the air. You hold back a wince, smiling awkwardly back at the innocent words of the toddler. You watch as the boys cheeks begin to flush from all the blood rushing to his head, and immediately as if sensing it, Sukuna flips over the boy and instead places him on his lap, holding onto the back of his neck.
The action makes you smile, noticing the thumb that rubs gently at the pale skin. But when you glance at Sukuna, you notice quickly that he was anything but happy. Sukunas dark eyes twitches, flickering to you, and he speaks between his teeth. âDid he now? I may need to have a talk with Mr. Gojo next time I pick the little pest up. Does Fushiguro say anything else?â Â
âSukuna,â you whine, realising that the hold on the boys neck was not out of affection â instead was used to trap the boy while he was questioned. âYâknow Gojo is alot. He just wants toââ
âFush-i-guro says Mr. Gojo has a crush on Y/N!â
âYuuji!âÂ
âB-But, Y/N has a crush on brother,â the boy concludes, furrowing his eyebrows with a small nod. âRight, KuâumâSu-kuna?â He turns up to his brother, doe eyed with his head slightly cocked to the side in question.Â
In response, Sukuna ruffles his hair, nearly sending the boy landing on his back. But, instead he giggles at the rough treatment, shutting his eyes and trying his best to stay upward. âThe biggest crush. You make sure to tell the little brat that. Or else Mr. Gojo is going to try take her away.â
Your eyes widen and you push at his broad shoulders. âSukuna! You're going to get him all worked up!â You exclaim, knowing the very sensitive (regarding you or Sukuna) child very well by now. You turn to the boy, whose own eyes widen as he trying to process the words. âGojo is not trying to take me away.â
âHe is going to take her away if you don't do anything, and little Megumi is going to have a new mommy.â Sukuna was grinning at the boy, as if his brother's fearful expression pleased him. You knew that he was being purposely dramatic â Gojo wasn't even technically Megumi's father, if there was a chance that you guys would ever get together (near zero) you would definitely not be the boy's new mom. But alas, Sukuna continues on with his words. âThats why whenever you see the two of them talking you have to make sure you to scream as loud as possible.â
You cover the mans mouth before you he can spewl any more nonsense, but it was too late. Yuuji was already tearing himself from the man's lap and into yours â his lips begin to wobble and his eyes flood with tears. âIs-um-is that what you two talk about when I am with Mr. Nanami,â he warbles, thinking back to the multitude of times he has held onto his preschool teachers hand and watched you smile at the white haired man.Â
âNo, love,â you reassure, turning your attention instead from scolding your lover to consoling the child. âSukuna is being mean again. Don't listen to him. Mr. Gojo and I are friends.â You ignore the look that Sukuna shoots you, showing how displeased he is at the idea of you being friends with his least favorite person.Â
The boy sniffles, wiping his little fists on his face. âI-I dont want you to be Fush-i-guroâs mommy. You have to stay with me and Kuna! P-Please?â He doesn't even attempt to say his brother's name correctly, forgetting how he started the conversation all together. He was focused on trying not to cry, because his brother was sure to tease him, but it wasn't working out very well.
You kiss at his chubby cheeks, shaking your head with an exasperated look on your face, wondering how the hell you got to this conversation. âI am not, promise. I'm not going anywhere. Even if your brother is the worst, brattiest, malicious person alive, I have kinda grown attached to him. Besides, if I left who would I have movie nights with?â
âI am not aââ You shoot Sukuna a nasty glare, and he in return lets out an astonished laugh, but shrugs without care.
Your words make Yuuji perk up from your lap, and his eyes widen with glee. âYou like movie nights too?â He was always begging for the three of you to watch movies together, but Sukuna always denies him considering it would end up being a cheesy Disney movie that Yuuji would fall asleep not even twenty minutes into.
âI love movie nights. Do you want to have one tonight?â
âWoah, woah, woah,â Sukuna butts in, and you spare him a glance. âBabe, we have plans tonight, remember?â He tilts his head to the side suggestively and you roll your eyes at him.
âNot anymore. Me and Yuuji are going to watchâŠâ
âHuman Earthworm 2!â The boy interjects, completely forgetting about his previous experiences with the movie, not good ones.
You poke at his cheeks, shaking your head. âI was thinking The Lion King.âÂ
âYes!â
âNo,â Sukuna groans, covering his eyes with his palm.
You look at him with furrowed eyebrows. âNo? Why are you putting your input in? You're not watching it with us.â
Sukuna, never have been told this before, looks appalled. âThe fuck you mean?â
âBad word!â Yuuji points to him in accusation, but Sukuna just ignores him.
You cock your head to the side, a sly grin pulling at your face. âYou're not invited.â
âWhy not?â
The two of you make eye contact for a long second, and after a moment or two, Sukuna sighs. âYou're really mad about that?â You don't say anything, just continuing to stare at him. âOkay fuckâYes that is a curse word, astute observation you brat. I am sorry for making the kid cry again.â
âAnd?â
Sukuna narrows his eyes at you, but you hold your ground. Then, he turns to the boy with a sigh. âDont scream when you see Gojo and Y/N talk, alright?â He jabs his finger into the boys chest and Yuuji nods his head rapidly in understanding. But, a foxish grin pulls at the mans face and he says, âInsteadâŠThe moment you hear him talk to her, you bite his leg.â
He barks a laugh at the confused face of his brother, but when he looks up to you, the smile falters. âOkay, câmon it was a joââ
You point your finger to the door. âCouch.â
âYou can't kick me out of my own room!â
You don't move your finger. Yuuji glances at you, cocks his head to the side, and then mimicks your action. âCouch!â
The three of you go silent for a long minute, and at this point the boy's hand begins to tremble from holding his hand out for too long. Eventually when Sukuna realizes that there was no point of reasoning, he lets out a dramatic sigh, before crawling out of bed.Â
When he notices your smug smile, he flips you off and you can't help but laugh at that. âI am coming back after the movie is done, ya hear?â
âIf Yuuji does not fall asleep,â You tease in return, knowing the boy well, and Sukuna rolls his eyes.Â
His eyes flicker to the boy who was snuggling up to your chest, trying to find a comfortable position to watch the movie in. Sukuna chuckles to himself, opening up the door, before turning back to the kid one last time. âHey brat,â he calls.
âHm?âÂ
âThe father lionâMufasa. He is my favorite character, so you'll bound to like him a lot. In fact, I sure do wonder if you'll get attached,â he muses, and your eyes widen when you realize what he is saying. Anything that is linked with Sukuna, Yuuji immediately falls in love with. This was bound to cause hysteria. âEnjoy the movie guys! Y/N have fun!â He calls, before shutting the door.
You pause for a moment, sighing into your hand. âKuna likes the father lion? I want to see!â
You tried everything to avoid turning on the movie after that. But Yuuji, like his brother, was stubborn, and he desperately wanted to see the lion. He grew attached very quickly in that short period of time.
Deep laughs rumble through the house when Yuuji begins to sob over the animated lion's death. You lock the door, and Sukuna stays the night on the couch.Â
#mello.writes#big brother au#sukuna x reader#kid yuuji#sukuna x you#sukuna fluff#yuuji fluff#yuuji tadori fluff#jjk fluff#jjk x reader#reader insert#x reader#fem reader#female reader#f! reader#fem! reader
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â having fun without me?
sum: vi isnt happy when she sees you posing on your insta story with another girl at a party
cw: wlw, angry sex, overstim, fem!reader, dom!vi, clit rubbing (r!receiving), dirty talk, slapping, name calling (slut), not proofread

fucked.
fucked is what you were when you realized the time. after countless hours of heartfelt conversations and a plethora of shots, you had gotten so distracted at the party that you forgot to get home to vi on time.
10:00 pm was the time vi told you before your friend picked you up. it was fucking 2:31 am. you already knew how impatient she could be.
"aw, leaving so soon?" a girl you met at said party whined at you with a tilt to her head as she watched you rush to gather your belongings and text your friend a quick "meet me outside" in an obvious hurry. the same girl you decided to snap a cute 'harmless' selfie with and post to your story.
you dashed out the door, leaving her a quick "so sorry we'll meet again soon!" before rushing to the parking lot, searching for your friends car with a look of fear on your face.
"im fucked, im so fucked!" you yapped her ears off, just watching her roll her eyes and drive you home.
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shivers went down your spine as you steadily unlocked and opened your shared front door, avoiding making any noise in hopes that vi was just asleep, and would just penalize you in the morning.
you were practically on your tippy toes, but the creaky door did you no justice as it slipped out your grip and slammed closed.
"fuck." you whispered.
it was terrifyingly dark in your home. not a single peep or sound besides the loud ass air conditioner. you thought you were fine for the night, but no.. not until your girlfriend snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you back roughly as a yelp slipped from your lips.
"ah! vi.. you scared me." you giggled anxiously. vi could sense that you both knew the obvious issue which placed tension between the situation as she planted kisses across your collarbone.
"missed me?" she muttered on your warm, sticky skin in a malicious tone. you nodded your head, too nervous to say anything that could possibly anger her more.
she crept closer to your ear. "was having fun without me, yeah? takin pics with random girls, lettin them grab all on your ass? bet you had a great fucking time.. slut." she bit down on your neck, not hard enough to leave a scar, but harsh enough to taste the metallic flavor of your blood. you whimpered, loud.
"m sorry.. was jus having fun, n i didnt realize the tim-"
you yelped as she grabbed your wrist and dragged you down the so familiar hallway to your bedroom, muttering a rough "shut it. you saw this coming, baby."
the grip she had on your wrists tightened, her nails digging into your soft skin that made it obvious to you she was getting angrier by the second. was she angry because you got home late? or because of your oh so touchy friend? you assumed it was both.
all thoughts were snapped out of your head as she threw you on the silky, crepe pink sheets and immediately started attacking your neck with bites and bruises.
"mmh.." you whined pathetically, letting her take your brain over and dumb it down. her hand slid down your body, putting it up your skirt to rub at your clit at a rugged pace to make you more wet, as if you already werent.
your poor body struggled in determination to move away from her touch but her grip on your hips with her free hand kept you still. she lifted up from your collarbone, admiring the mess she made. "keep still, slut. shouldve been home on time, but was too busy out fuckin girls, yeah?" her pace on your clit grew faster.
"f-ffuhck.. was.. wasnt fuckin no one, vi! was jus havin fun.. d.. dont even know the girls name.. m sorry.." you babbled on and on hoping for some relief on your poor clit as she went faster each word you spoke. she had no plans of showing mercy, no way. she was way too pissed for that.
"yeah, right. she shouldnt have been touchin you like that, baby." a loud, harsh slap met your thigh, pulling a choked out moan from the back of your throat. "p-please!"
she felt you growing wetter through your panties, deciding to pause her steady motions to rip them off. she grinned at how wet you were. your pussy was glistening, practically reflecting off the ceiling light. you stuffed your face in your pillow in embarassment.
"so fuckin wet, its like you were waiting on this. prolly were, slut." she belittled you, listening to your whines of disagreement. her fingers rubbed up and down your cunt, lubricating them so she'd be able to fuck you senseless. sloppy noises of you pussy making her drip through her own underwear.
you keened at the feeling. "p-please.. fill me up vi! hurry.." vi let out a grunt of annoyance at your impatience. a rough SLAP at your pussy. yeah, that'll shut you up.
tears welled up in your eyes as you pressed your lips closed, a long whimper leaving them. "always so fucking noisy." your girlfriend quietly muttered before shoving two of her fingers deep in your cunt. "just wanna be stuffed full with my fingers, dont you baby?"
throwing your head back at the feeling, you nodded hastily. brain going dumb as she worked her digits in and out of you, thumb going at your clit. "tell me baby, did you do anything with that girl, hmm? why were you with her?" she spoke to you softly, as if she wasnt pissed a few seconds ago.
"w..was just a friend vi, promise! she.. haah.. means nothin to mme.. pleasepleaseplease.."
she snickered at your babbling, fucking you quicker as a reward of your honesty. you knew vi wasnt really worried about you leaving her. you adored her and she adored you on an unfathomable level, she just worried about your safety. (and had a big fear of other bitches growing crushes on you.)
"gon.. gonna cum.." you whined, legs trembling from how sore they were growing. vi felt you clenching around her rough fingers, thumb rubbing at your clit to loosen you up.
"cmon, baby. cum for me. let go all over my fingers.." her words made you sob out even more. you clawed at the sheets, cumming all over them with a long, drawn out wail.
she kept fucking her fingers into you, adding a third one. you started kicking your legs in overstimulation, whining for her to let up but she was relentless.
"tell me, baby. tell me who you belong to."
you doubted you could even speak properly due to the aggressive fingerfucking, but you made an attempt, tears dripping onto the sheets at this point. pathetic.
yet you tried anyway. "y..you vi.. belong to.. you.."
she faught back a laugh, removing her fingers from your cunt and planting a kiss to your forehead. you laid back onto the bed, immediately squeezing your thighs closed.
"you did so well, cupcake. but you arent going out for a while."
you frowned, rolling your eyes at her. secretly though, you didnt mind. if it means being able to spend more time with your girlfriend, you dont mind.

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