#she also gets upset when i turn the bathroom light off

[thedisablednaturalist]

Clover seems to be having symptoms of kitty dementia, and has been constantly meowing. All night and all this morning/afternoon. She finally calmed down once I put her water bowl in the shower and she seems to feel safe camping in there. I put down a lil bed for her so shes not sleeping on the bare tile. I'm so worried about her, I hope shes not in pain. I can't afford to take her to the vet rn, and she doesn't seem to have problems walking or jumping, so I think it's just her mental state that isn't doing well. I'll probably hotbox her with feliway and catnip while shes in there to keep her relaxed.

[taojjang]

riize in an argument

pairing: bf!riize x reader, genre: angst, warnings: cussing, jealousy, medication, lovebombing, (light) forced affection pink text > reader blue text > riize

part two here .ᐟ ★

♡⸝⸝ getting into petty arguments with your boyfriend

shotaro . . . can't understand why you don't trust him.

the two of you had just gotten home from a dinner date, which shotaro thought had gone well but apparently not. shotaro was confused as to why you were suddenly silent during the drive home. "are you tired, honey? you're not talking much." he figured you were just sleepy since you didn't respond, only quietly resting your head against the window.

after the two of you changed from your date clothes and unwound for the night, shotaro grew concerned. he could tell you were upset about something, but he couldn't tell what. he kept poking at you, reaching to pry at your silence. "did i upset you honey? did i say something wrong?" you took a deep breath and sat on the edge of the bed, finally deciding to come out of your silence. "i don't like how you were talking to the waitress." shotaro tilted his head and stepped closer to you. "what do you mean?" "you know what i mean, shotaro. you saw how she was looking at you. you were even giving in.. you flirted back." shotaro slightly furrowed his eyebrows and lightly held your hand. "what flirting, honey? i was only being nice to her." you began growing frustrated by how innocent he was acting. "you're just so oblivious sometimes, taro. you think i couldn't see the looks you were exchanging with her? she was all over you, you should've known her intentions." shotaro scoffed and let go of your hand. he felt quite hurt that he spent so much effort taking you out for a nice dinner just for you to accuse him of dedicating his time to another woman. "she was just being nice and i was returning her energy. you're just overanalyzing like you always do."

as soon as those words left shotaro's lips, your heart began to sting. taro's eyes softened as he realized what he'd said to you. you nodded and grabbed your pillow, standing up to leave. you kept silent knowing the ache in your throat would soon turn to tears. taro held your hand and tried pleading with you; "i didn't mean it like that honey, i just-" "no, it's fine." you pulled your wrist out of his weak grip and muttered a defeated "goodnight" before leaving to spend the night on the couch. once the door shut behind you, taro sat down on the bed and let out a shaky breath as he realized how much he'd just hurt you.

eunseok . . . can't tolerate your disobedience.

he was cleaning the bathroom when he saw your pill case sitting on the counter. he sighed and snatched the full case off of the counter, walking to the living room to confront you.

you sat confused as your boyfriend held the box of pills in your face. "hm..?" "darling, how many times do i have to tell you to take your medicine?" he sighed and looked down at the 3 days worth of forgotten pills in the tin. "i'm not your doctor, i can't keep reminding you. it's getting tiring." you sighed and threw your head back in frustration. this was a common thing for eunseok to bring up every so often, but it was getting exhausting. "then you don't have to keep reminding me, seok. i'm also tired of it." eunseok scoffed and bit his lip. "tired of what? me looking out for you?" you wanted to roll your eyes at his condescending tone. you always hated how arrogant he gets, thinking he's so much smarter than you and telling you off like you're a misbehaving toddler. "no, seok. i'm just tired of taking these stupid pills all the time. i'll live without them for a few days. i don't like it when you're bossy like this." eunseok bit his lip at your ungrateful tone grating at his ears. he looked down at you with a stern glare, squinting in annoyance. "making sure you're healthy is being bossy? you're being a brat, y/n. i wouldn't have to be 'bossy' if you listened to me and at least tried to get better. you're just lazy." you felt your blood boil as you poked your tongue through your cheek. you were far more than angry at this point. you looked up at him and huffed, "i'm not lazy for being sick of taking pills every day. all i want is for you to chill out and stop shoving pills in my face all the time. i'll be fine." eunseok sighed and nodded, tossing the case on the table in front of you. "alright, then. i'll stop caring so much. fuck, i can't stand you sometimes."

it's not rare for the two of you to get mean during arguments, but it is rare for eunseok to say something that hurts you this much. you didn't expect to feel your heart aching after simply choosing not to take your medication. despite wanting to snap back at him, all you could do was nod, snatching the pills off the counter and swallowing them in one go. even after saying something so blunt, eunseok couldn't help but worry about your sudden silence and compliance. you stood up and put the pill case into the pocket of your hoodie. you swallow back a mixture of frustrated insults and hurt tears as you look up at him with glossy eyes. "i'll leave you alone since you can't stand me so badly." you coldly walk past him to the front door, slamming it behind you. eunseok sighed and walked back to the bathroom, hoping to distract himself from the idea that he'd just crossed the line.

sungchan . . . can't tolerate your mood swings.

as much as he hates to admit it, you're hard to handle. no matter how well he treats you or how much he spoils you, you'll still come home and find a reason to be sad. but he can't understand that sometimes you just need time alone. you had a long day at work and simply wanted to come home and recharge, looking forward to lying down and maybe watching your comfort show. but sungchan had other plans for you. as much as you love him, it gets tiring to be suffocated with cuddles when you just need time alone. today, you couldn't suppress your discomfort. you just didn't expect sungchan to get so angry.

"my fault for wanting to comfort you when you're upset." sungchan let go of your waist and moved to the opposite side of your bed. you sighed and sat up, turning to him. "thank you, sungchan. i'm really not mad at you, i just need time alone sometimes." you tried reassuring him once you heard his pained tone, but to no avail. "you ever think i need comfort, too? i had a horrible day and you can't even hug me for a few minutes?" for a second, you thought he was joking. but once you saw the angered expression on his face, your smile dropped. "baby, are you serious? i had a shitty day, too. all i need is some time alone. why are you taking it so personally?" "because it feels personal, y/n. you're pushing me away when i was just trying to make you feel better." you felt almost sickened by how ridiculous he sounded. you've already had a terrible day and you certainly weren't in the mood to argue. "that's not what i mean, sungchan, and you know it. all i'm asking is to be alone." sungchan seemingly felt the same way, leaving one last message before avoiding the conflict. "fine, didn't know i bothered you so much. don't bother coming to me later."

sungchan stormed out of the room. soon, the echo of his bedroom door slamming shut rang through the house. though you got what you wanted, your bed began feeling empty. you wanted to sleep it off, but the guilt now felt heavier than your fatigue.

wonbin . . . can't fathom the idea of losing.

wonbin is so adorably whiny. so adorable that you like to tease him just to hear him cry "stop it!" you admit to being a little too harsh sometimes when he gets frustrated with you, but you can't help yourself. wonbin is just too cute :( when the two of you play games, he's always whining about losing. if he's winning, he'll be giggling and having the time of his life— but god forbid it's the opposite.

"ah, this is getting annoying!" wonbin whined, moving farther from the table. you laughed and gestured at the pile of cards in front of you. "your turn! come on, at least try to beat me!" wonbin sighed and tossed another card on the table. before he knew it, your cards were almost used up and you were this close to winning the game. "this isn't fun anymore." wonbin groaned, leaning back with a pout on his face. you sighed and joked, "baby, you're always complaining. such a sore loser!" but something about your teasing ticked wonbin off. his sulky demeanor soon turned bitter and he gave you a resentful glare. "i wouldn't have to complain if you didn't get all cocky every time you won. you never give me a chance." wonbin's whiny complaints were beginning to get to you. you felt as if he was blaming you for his losses. "i'm just playing the game. it's not my fault i'm good at it." you immediately regretted your defense when the deck of cards were slammed onto the table in front of you. "gosh, i fucking get it y/n." wonbin stood up and stormed off, mumbling "this is why i can't do anything with you."

you felt your heart tear at his empty-hearted words. with the slam of his bedroom door, your tears began falling down your face. you never thought a simple card game would drive wonbin to this level of annoyance. you stood up and put the cards back into the box while considering whether to apologize or leave him be. you stand in front of his bedroom door, hesitantly muttering through your shaky breath, "i'm gonna go home now." you stood there like an idiot waiting for a reply, but you heard nothing other than the tapping of your tears dripping onto the hardwood floor.

seunghan . . . can't understand why his affection hurts you.

it's rare for the two of you to argue since seunghan travels extra lengths to make sure you're happy. after all, you're his entire world and he'd give up anything to keep you satisfied. but that's why so many problems go unanswered. whenever there's an issue between the two of you, seunghan just tugs you into a hug and tries to take your mind off of your frustration while the problem sits in the dust.

"it's called love bombing," you explain to seunghan, who was staring at you with confused yet hurt eyes. "i know you're just trying to make me happy, but it's bringing up so many more problems than we need, love." seunghan looked down at your hands and furrowed his eyebrows. "well, how? does my affection not fix anything? wouldn't you rather cuddle than argue all night?" you sighed and bit your lip in frustration. seunghan had expected you to agree, but his heart began hurting once you shook your head. "that's the problem, seunghan. making up without resolving anything is only making things worse for us. you need to talk to me, love. i can't keep kissing you to forget how hurt i am." seunghan felt all of his efforts go to waste. he'd truly hoped his affection could mend every rift between you two, but he was mistaken. seunghan picked up his phone from the bed and stood up. "i'm sorry, y/n. i just thought maybe my love would be enough to fix things."

seunghan turned around and made his way to the bedroom door, utilizing every ounce of strength in him to refrain from kissing you goodnight. "i promise i'll work on communicating, just... not yet. i don't know if i can speak to you right now. goodnight." seunghan left feeling shattered and simply exhausted from the confrontation. though you'd finally been able to address a longstanding issue, you felt everything but relief. now, both you and your crushed boyfriend wouldn't sleep a wink.

sohee . . . can't understand the concept of distance.

these past few days, sohee's noticed how different you've been acting. you've been coming to his house less and when he'd visit you, your attention was never completely his. worried, sohee brought up his concern to you, you brushing it off and telling him it's exam season, you've just been super drained from school. it all started to make sense, but that didn't solve any of his concerns. if anything, he was even more worried for your wellbeing, wondering how you could care for yourself if you don't even have the time to sit and talk with him for more than 10 minutes. so he began coming over more often to take care of you and keep your house tidy while you worked hard on your laptop. all of this hard work, yet you wouldn't let him sleep over.

"what..? why can't i?" sohee asked, hand frozen reaching for the pajamas he'd brought. "i'm just so exhausted, baby, i'm sorry. maybe you could sleep over when my exams are all finished..?" sohee was confused. he started to believe you weren't tired of the exams, but him. you noticed the sullen look forming on his face. you place your hand on his cheek and sent him a reassuring yet weak smile. "it's nothing personal, alright? i'm just tired." you'd expected sohee to understand, but his eyes shot up to you with an unfamiliar dark glint in them. "but you're making it personal, y/n. you can't even look at me when i'm beside you, not even for a second. are you tired of your work or me?" your heart rate began rapidly rising as sohee grew more and more frantic. "what makes you think i'm tired of you? i told you, i'm just tired. i want to rest alone, is that so terrible? i'm only-" "you don't have to keep making up excuses. i'll leave if you want me to but i'm not gonna let you lie to my face. stop sugarcoating it and tell me, y/n, you're just tired of me, aren't you?" you wanted to tell him he was wrong; he was the only escape you had from your excruciatingly repetitive schedule, yet he only believed you wanted to get rid of him. you tried to explain your feelings, yet all you could manage to do was scream, "you're not listening to me!" sohee scoffed at your sudden yelling. he bit his lip and picked up his bags, muttering, "there's nothing to listen to. there's no excuse you can make for not wanting anything to do with me."

you panicked as sohee left the room. you wanted to explain to him that he was completely mistaken and he was all you needed, but he wouldn't let you speak. you sighed as the front door slammed shut, the cold air leaking inside and stinging your tear-stained cheeks.

anton . . . can't let go of even the smallest slip-ups.

don't get me wrong— anton is the most forgiving boyfriend in the world. he could still smile and give you a goodnight kiss even if you ate the leftovers he'd been saving for dinner. but small things you do can lead him to make drastic assumptions about your relationship. last night, you were so exhausted that you'd forgotten to say your nightly "i love you" before hanging up on him. of course, you love him to death, but you were simply so tired after the horrible day you'd had that it'd slipped your mind since all you could think about was your bed. while you were knocked out cold, anton was sitting with his knees pressed against his chest, wondering if he'd done something wrong to not deserve an i-love-you. your poor baby is just a chronic overthinker.

"do you still love me..?" anton asked, sitting beside you on your bed while gently holding your hand. you let out a sleepy giggle, slowly nodding. "of course i do, silly. what makes you ask?" anton swallowed back his uncertainty and explained, "i don't know... you just didn't say 'i love you' last night before you hung up. i thought maybe i did something wrong." you let out a long sigh and stroked the back of his hand with your thumb. "that means nothing, dummy. i was just so tired, i'm sorry. i love you, okay?" things should've ended here, but anton just could not brush off his insecurity. "but you didn't say it..! it's such a normal thing now, how could you forget to say it? do you really not love me anymore?" anton was deeply hurt that you forgot such a crucial part of your regular routine with him, but you didn't realize how important this was to him. it only hurt to know all of your efforts to make him happy were blown away by this minuscule mistake. you'd been so busy and stressed with how packed your schedule was. nevertheless, you still tried your hardest to make time for your boyfriend. yet this one mistake lead him to believe you had no love for him. you were beyond frustrated. "i've been trying so hard to make sure you feel loved, anton. i keep in contact with you all day no matter how occupied i am and i still find time to cook dinner for you while i still have shitloads of homework waiting for me. how do i not love you?" anton was taken aback by the intimidating change in tone. your sudden anger only worsened his anxious overthinking. but of course, he remained avoidant. anton let go of your hand and nodded, looking down at his hand. "i'm really sorry, y/n. i didn't mean to make you angry. goodnight, love you."

you didn't realize your anger had scared him off until he left your room with tears in his eyes. regret pooled in your stomach and you began feeling sick. nothing hurt more than seeing that inconsolable look on your baby's face. tears made their way to your eyes as your mind traced the idea that you were the worst girlfriend you could possibly be.

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(a/n: my first time writing angst..! i hope this was okay... it hurts so much writing angst without a happy ending :( if you're like me and need closure after every angst you read, there's a part two coming! do not fret my sensitive sisters 🙂‍↕️)

[horangare]

omggg please do a part 2 to the dilf jeonghan fic

tis the season

pairing : dilf!jeonghan x college student!reader

content : smut (mdni u already know)

in which : it’s time for christmas break, and iseul is asking you to buy some time with her father so she can finish her last minute shopping. you’ve been meaning to spend some one on one time with her dad, and now you finally can

warnings : age gap (late 40’s jeonghan, early 20’s reader), daddy kink (i’m sorry but it’s also like barely there), pet names (princess, baby, good girl, slut, whore, sir), dom & sub dynamics, dumbification, teasing (dirty talk, degradation, praise), mentions of multiple orgasms, fingering, finger sucking, lingerie kink (kinda? i think?), u two want each other so bad, iseul (yeah she’s a warning in this one lol), hannie’s kinda mean but u like it

wc : 3.3K words

note : i was wondering how long it would be before someone requested this. srry it took so long omg i had no idea what i wanted to do w this i literally had like 3 diff ideas

part 1

By now, the Yoon household had become like a second home to you.

Even though it was just Iseul, Jeonghan, and that big maze of a house, it didn’t ever feel like anything was missing. Since Iseul brought you over the first time, things hardly ever changed. You’d still slept in Iseul’s room whenever you slept over (until Jeonghan made one of the guest rooms into a room for you, then the two of you both started having your sleepovers there), you still took a wrong turn trying to find the bathroom and ended up in the kitchen or the laundry room, and you still ended up bent over on a new surface somewhere in the house while Jeonghan had his way with you.

It was a comfortable routine. One you were upset would have to abandon for the next three weeks to drag yourself back to your dull little hometown to spend time with your family and a handful of other relatives who’s names you couldn’t remember even if you tried.

“You know you could just come stay with us,” Iseul said offhandedly one day when you mentioned how much you were dreading on returning home. The suggestion hadn’t held that much meaning when Iseul gave it, she already knew just how much you enjoyed coming over, but in that moment she had become your saving grace.

“Really? You mean it?” The girl just nodded, jumping in surprise when you pulled her into a hug and spun her around. “What would I do without you, Iseul?”

“Wow, it’s that bad, huh?” She laughed, patting you on the shoulder once you had placed her back on the ground.

“Oh please, you have no idea.”

You rode in Iseul’s car for the first time the next day. When she asked how you were planning to get there and you mentioned the countless number of times you’ve Ubered back and forth to her house, she nearly started crying and promised to drive you anywhere you wanted from now on. “Do you know how much money that adds up to? No more Ubers!”

So now here you were, in the passengers seat of Iseul’s white Honda Accord, gripping onto the handle above the door as Iseul sped down the roads with the most stoic look on her face you think you’ve ever seen. The Ubers may have been expensive, but at least they were safe. It confused you a little; you had ridden in the car with Jeonghan at the wheel before and never had an experience like this. Clearly Iseul hadn’t inherited those skills from him, but right now you were wishing she had.

“Are you alright?” She looked over at you when the car finally came to a stop at a red light. You nodded, one of your hands flat against your chest as you felt your heart threatening to beat right out of your ribcage. Iseul smiled, either ignoring the panic you were trying to hide or not picking up on it at all as she sped off as soon as the light had turned green. “We’re gonna take a shortcut, there’s way too much traffic right now and—shit!” The car lurched to a halt, both you and Iseul’s bodies jerking forward with the sheer force of the stop. “Oops, I almost hit the curb.”

You really needed your own car.

After spending the next eight minutes in Iseul’s death trap car, you pretty much threw yourself out of the seat when you saw that she was pulling into the garage to the side of the house. You considered kissing the ground, but you didn’t. Your sister was a worse driver.

“Dad, we’re home,” Iseul shouted into the warm interior of the house. There was no immediate verbal response from Jeonghan, he just snaked his way through the hallways of the space with a mug in his hands and a smile on his face.

“Hi, Seulie,” He hummed, letting his eyes wander over to you. “Hello, [Y/n].”

“Hi, Mr. Yoon.”

“How was the drive? Was there a lot of traffic?” Jeonghan had already started retreating back to the living room, you and Iseul followed, seating yourselves next to each other on the couch.

“It was fine. The traffic wasn’t so bad, everyone’s probably going to the airport.” Iseul hummed. She turned her head in your direction. “Dad’s happy you’re staying over. He pretends like he’s calm about it, but he giggled when I called him and told him earlier.”

Your body flushed with heat at your friend’s casual comment, your eyes flitting over to Jeonghan, who was staring down into his mug. The two of you haven’t gotten to spend much time together for a while since you were usually coming over to spend time with Iseul lately. He missed you.

“We’ll have the next three weeks to spend together, sir.” You smiled, finally getting him to look back at you. One of his eyebrows quirked upwards—he was expecting to keep that promise, but he wouldn’t say it. He would just expect you to act on it.

And you would.

You hadn’t acted on it.

A week into staying with Iseul and Jeonghan, you had spent almost every waking moment of your time with your friend. Baking cookies, decorating the house, watching Christmas movies, going ice skating for the first time in your life (and having Iseul laugh at you until she cried when you ate shit on the ice over and over again), and a plethora of other festive events. You had been having such a good time with her, the promise you made to Jeonghan had let itself slip from your mind. The most the two of you could do was kiss for a few seconds before Iseul came popping up from around a corner or shouting your name to the house in hopes of a response. She was his daughter, and you were her friend, but he was losing his patience. All he wanted was some time to have you all to himself.

Maybe today he would finally get the chance.

Monday morning greeted you with a six am phone call from Iseul, which you answered, your mind and voice still riddled with sleep. “Hello?”

“So sorry to call you so early, but I am totally gonna make it up to you.”

“Iseul, what—”

“Look, I have to finish shopping for presents. I don’t know when I’ll be done, there’s kind of a lot on my list,” She explained, and you thought she was joking. It was just her, you, and Jeonghan. How long could the list possibly be? “Anyway, I just wanted to let you know where I was. Something else…oh! Maybe spend some time with dad while I’m away. He gets lonely, y’know. Okay, that’s all, bye!” Iseul hung up the phone before you could even process everything she had said, leaving you staring at the device in your hand dumbfounded.

“Okay.” You sighed, dragging yourself out of bed and to the bathroom (the one connected to your new room, because you were sick and tired of almost pissing yourself because you walked into the study instead) to freshen up.

Finally, you thought. Finally you’d have private time to spend, just you and Jeonghan. The time you spend with Iseul was precious to you, obviously, the girl was your best friend. But if you said the reason you had wanted to come over was just to avoid your family and bond with Iseul, you’d have been lying. You smiled to yourself, wondering what the two of you would do, and you squeezed your thighs together if it would be anything like you had come to finish your midterm project.

You jumped at the sound of the door opening and peeked your head out of the bathroom, your body relaxing when you saw Jeonghan standing in the doorway, his hands behind his back. You sighed with relief, bending over slightly to spit out the toothpaste in your mouth and wiping your mouth.

“Do you and Iseul always wake up so early?” You asked him as he got closer. He shook his head.

“It’s usually just me that’s up at this time.” He mumbled. “Where is she, anyway?”

“Last minute shopping.” You said, finally turning your body to face his. His hands were still behind his back, and Jeonghan smirked when you tried to peek at what he was hiding. “What is that?”

“What, this?” He shrugged. “Oh nothing. Just something I picked up one day. It’s supposed to be your present, but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to give it to you now, hm?”

You gasped, your heart swelling with the knowledge that Jeonghan had gone out and gotten something for you. Both of his eyebrows shot up at the excitement creeping onto your face and he quickly turned away from you.

“Or maybe I should just wait until Christmas. You wouldn’t mind, would you? I’m sure the presents Seulie got for you will be better than this.” Still smirking, Jeonghan started to walk away but stopped in place when you pulled on his arm.

“No! I’m sorry sir, really am.” You pouted, reaching to try and take the present from Jeonghan, but he easily held it just out of your reach. “Iseul will be gone for a while. It’s…just the two of us.”

Jeonghan groaned at that. He loved his daughter, but he’d gone too long without getting to have you all to himself. Turning back around, Jeonghan placed the gift in your hands. “Alright, princess. Just one condition before you open this.”

“Anything for you, sir.” You but your lip in anticipation, eagerly awaiting the response he would give you. Jeonghan leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“You have to do anything I say, got that?” You exhaled shakily, but you still nodded, and Jeonghan cupped your face, swiping his thumb along your bottom lip.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. He tasted good, sweet, like hot chocolate. That’s probably what he’s been drinking in that mug everyday. When he pulled away, you whined, much to Jeonghan’s delight. “I’m not going anywhere. Go on, open your present.”

You smiled, giving your full attention to the neatly wrapped box in your hands, gently untying the silver ribbon holding it together and lifting the top of the box up. You gasped. Lingerie. Jeonghan got you lingerie. “S-sir, I…”

“Put it on for me. Right here.”

Stunned into silence by his abrupt request, your clothing was thrown to the ground with haste. Jeonghan watched you the entire time from his seat on the edge of your bed, drinking in the way you would fidget and avoid making eye contact with him. Yeah, you were a little nervous. He’s never asked you to strip for him, usually he would just rip off your clothes to avoid wasting any time. He really seemed to be enjoying the fact that Iseul was away.

“It’s pretty, sir.” You whispered, tracing your fingers over the delicate lace now adorning your skin. It was white with pale pink detailing, and the bra piece had mesh slips that went all the way around your upper body. The bottom piece was a thong with a slit at the crotch. Oh, and one more tiny little detail. It was almost entirely see through. “Did you have to get something with one of these…holes?”

Jeonghan nodded, pulling you into his lap, your back flush against his chest. “Makes things easier,” he said, trailing his fingers up your inner thigh. You exhaled shakily at the feeling of them circling around your wet hole. “Already so wet for me, aren’t you?” You nodded, unable to stop the moan that spilled from your lips when he pushed one of them inside you.

There was nothing Jeonghan wanted more than to fuck you senseless right now. He’d been holding himself back for a week. Just the sounds of your moans and the way he had to hold you down just to get you to stop squirming had his cock straining against his pants. The only reason he bothered with foreplay was so you’d take him without a fuss (and because he liked it when you begged him not to stop).

Your head fell back onto Jeonghan’s shoulder at the addition of a second finger, your eyes screwed shut and your mouth hanging open while you panted and whined. “F-Feels s’ good, sir. Missed this so much. Missed you so much.”

“Missed you too, baby,” Jeonghan mumbled, curling his fingers up inside of you to hit that spot that had your head spinning. You’re shaking and sweating and you can’t think straight, the feeling of Jeonghan’s fingers caressing your insides forces any other thoughts out of your head. Just when you think you can’t handle anything else, Jeonghan suddenly pinches your swollen clit, the sensation making you tighten around his fingers as you scream. “Liked that, didn’t you?” He repeated the action, the corners of his lips tilting upwards when your body reacted the same way once again.

“Mmm, yeah, liked it so much, sir. Gonna c-cum, can I?” You forced your eyes open to look at him, the pleasing look on your face doing nothing but making him harder. If he didn’t need to fuck you so bad, he would’ve said no. Seeing as this wasn’t the case, Jeonghan nodded, despite wanting this to last just a little longer.

“Yeah, princess. Go ahead and cum for me.”

His permission was all you needed before you allowed yourself to fall apart on his fingers. You cry out his name over and over until you’re left breathless. Jeonghan continues to finger you until your high has passed, and once it has, he pulls his fingers out and holds them up to your mouth. “Open,” he says, and you allow your lips to part enough for him to stick them into your mouth.

The taste of yourself on your own tongue and the action itself has you groaning, and you close your lips around his fingers, sucking off every last drop of your release.

“Good girl, sucking my fingers like the whore you are. I almost forgot how much of a slut you are,” This time, Jeonghan groans at your actions, pulling his fingers away. When you finally opened your eyes again, he was already naked. Oh, naked Jeonghan, one of your favorite sights, by far. Leaning forward, you ghosted your hands over the base of his cock, which had the older man moaning. “Fuck, baby, so desperate for my cock aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

You fell backwards onto the bed and gazed up into Jeonghan’s eyes, holding onto his arms tightly as the tip of his cock slipped into your aching pussy. It had been long—too long—that you had gone without the satisfying feeling of Jeonghan stretching you apart and filling you to the brim, you almost forgot how good it felt. Jeonghan felt the same, he had long craved the warmth of your insides, how wet you’d get for him so easily, how you so easily obeyed his every order.

He didn’t bother to start off slow, not when he had been waiting so long to finally have you like this. His pace was rough and unforgiving, each thrust seemed deeper than the last, but still you loved every second of it.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting his to be as close to you as he could possibly be. “Ah! Yes, right there, sir!” You cried, out as his cock abused your sweet spot, your eyes rolling back into your head.

“Feels so good, doesn’t it, princess? You like it when I fuck you like this? Hm? When I use this tight, cute little pussy of yours?”

You nodded, the words you had planned to say dying at the back of your throat and being replaced by sounds that were a combination of grunts and moans. With one of his hands, Jeonghan held onto your face, trying to get you to look at him. Your eyes were glassy and unfocused with lust, and Jeonghan grinned at your fucked-out state.

“Oh baby, if only you could see yourself,” He groaned. “So fucking pretty, you can’t even use your words. All you can do is moan like the little cockslut you are, isn’t that right?” Just like he had done before, Jeonghan’s fingers pinched your clit, once again making you cry out with pleasure.

You tried to speak—to warn him of your imminent orgasm, but all you could squeak out were a chorus of high-pitched whines as the man above you pushed you closer to your release. He seemed to get the hint though, with the way your hole clenched around his cock, making it harder for him to move.

“Gonna cum, princess?” You squeaked again. “Aw, I know, baby. Poor sweet thing, can’t even tell me yourself. You don’t need to ask me, since I’m sure you would’ve cum anyway. But go ahead, cum.” His tone was so mean and condescending, and that was exactly that tone that made you cum for a second time.

Not even a moment after you had cum, Jeonghan was following you over the edge, pushing his cum deeper into your pulsating core all while your spent body shuddered beneath him. He shushed you, stroking your hair to get you to become calm and quiet once more before snapping his hips forward again.

“S-sir! I’m still…” Jeonghan shushed you again, never letting up with the fast pace he had set earlier on. His hips snapped against yours, the sound of skin against skin being one of the only sounds in the room aside from your pornographic moans and the occasional groans or rare grunt from Jeonghan. You were so out of it, you couldn’t even stop the words that came flying out of your mouth. “D-Daddy, please…”

You don’t think you’ve ever heard Jeonghan moan so loud.

“It’s alright baby, Daddy’s got you.”

The two of you continued for what felt like hours. Several different positions, a dozen more orgasms, one very long bath, and a two-hour long nap later, you could finally feel your body again. You blinked, looking around the room when Jeonghan opened the door.

“You’re awake,” his smile was gentle. “Do you need anything?”

You shook your head. “No, that’s alright, thank you.”

Jeonghan made his way to the bed and knelt down in front of you. “I didn’t hurt you, did I, baby?” The concern was written all over his face, the idea of you being in any sort of pain or discomfort would absolutely break his heart. Now you were the one smiling.

“No, never. If that were the case I would’ve told you, sir,” you tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear, letting your hand linger on the side of his face. “I think I’m in love with you.” You confessed quietly, almost as if you were afraid to admit it.

“You’re really gonna act all shy after everything we’ve done today?” He teased you, resting his head on your thighs. “Don’t worry, princess. I love you too.”

Don’t worry princess, I love you too.

You could’ve died right then. Jeonghan’s cheek on your thigh, his breath tickling your skin, reciprocating his love for you. Nothing could be better. Just you, Jeonghan, and—

“Hellooooo? [Y/n]? Dad? I’m home.”

Iseul.

“Iseullllll!” You shouted. Jeonghan pulled himself away despite his reluctance to part from you and stood himself up right as Iseul walked into the room.

She gasped. “Dad? You’re here too? Did I miss something?”

“Nothing at all, Seulie.” Jeonghan assured his daughter, his hand on her back as he walked her out of the room. “Did you find everything you were looking for? Nothing happened to the car, right?”

“I drive fine, what do you mean? You’re mean, you know that? [Y/n] never complains about my driving.”

He spared you one last glance, and your heart skipped a beat. It was just like the last time. Except this time, you loved Jeonghan, and he loved you back.

And that was the only thing you could ever want for Christmas.

[zweiginator]

What if divorced!art gets dragged to a club one weekend by his foundation-buddies and he obviously doesn’t want to but he forces himself and then it turns out that escort!reader is also there with her friends and they see each other outside of «work» for the first time… And her friends doesn’t know about her escorting so maybe they recognize him and maybe she goes to talk to him because her friends says she should «flirt more»🤭 And then ofc he fucks her in the dirty club bathroom

divorced!art upset because he hasn't seen you in weeks. everything has been busy since he hit the ground running with tennis again. practice after practice, signing sponsorship deals, galas and charity fundraising. and you had been busy too. art didn't know this, but you're a student as well. you didn't tell him not because you didn't want to share your life with him, but because it made you feel juvenile. of course, it's university and you're almost finished with your degree after five and a half years instead of the usual four--but you still feel dumb talking about that part of your life with him. for you to bitch about group projects and essays about political science while art is upset about custody battles and petty divorce politics--it feels trivial.

but your friends want to celebrate the semester being freshly over. just a few more summer classes for you and you will finally graduate. you'll finally get to hang up your hat and say goodbye to escorting. to that taboo little secret that's been dragging your eyes into sunken purple holes for the past fourteen months.

and your friends don't know, of course. it's impossible to explain to a group of girls whose parents pay for tuition and books and groceries. gas, clothes and even the designer heels they wear to the club they're standing in right now--that you need to do this. for money. to survive.

no, it isn't ideal. but this is the real fucking world and sex sells.

so they think you're prudish. they've never seen you have a boyfriend or flirt because that's your job every other day of the week. to pretend to be in love. to fuck lonely assholes and pretend to care about their lives. to believe them when they say they aren't a bad husband. that men have needs.

they urge you to flirt with men at the bar. but like always, you're just not interested. and all the men in this shitty tavern-bar-turned-college-club are all the same. middle-aged men who shoved their wedding bands in their back pockets to pick up pussy from a doe-eyed girl in her twenties.

none of them are remotely attractive. and you're thanking your lucky stars that you don't recognize a single one of them.

your friend taps on your shoulder. "there's one hot guy here. you may recognize him. he's kinda famous."

you down the rest of your drink. "oh really? i doubt i'd be interested."

but she points to a man leaning against the bar way off in the corner. sad eyes and salt and pepper hair that was once dirty blond; you've seen his baby pictures. he's tall and in love with you and you with him and you could strangle him right now because he hasn't returned your calls or texts in over five days.

"art donaldson." your other friend sighs. "he's a tennis player and i'd fuck him if i didnt have a boyfriend."

it's then that art turns around. likely feels the eyes of six girls burning into the back of his skull. he's holding a beer bottle and he looks forlorn, his typical woe is me demeanor that makes him so fucking attractive to you. lights up that neanderthal part of your brain that makes you want to fix the unfixable.

and then he smiles. it makes you blush and your friends, not knowing the tendrils of your history together that have now become rooted in the ground beneath you, tell you to go for it.

"he's staring right at you."

you know that. art knows not to make it clear he knows you; it would open up that whole can of worms.

so he waits for you to come to him and you pretend to be nervous which isn't that hard because you are already.

when you get to him, he whispers in your ear.

"they don't know about your job, im assuming?" he wants to wrap his arms around your waist but he refrains.

"they don't. but they know you, and they're very fond of you. they want me to flirt more."

art flags down the bartender. he gets you a gin and tonic, remembering how you liked the one he made for you that first night at his hotel room. you were just trying to make him feel better.

"well im glad im the lucky man." he sits down on a stool and hooks his leg around the stool next to him to bring it closer. he motions for you to sit and your friends are all staring at you but pretending they aren't.

"me too. although i don't know how much you deserve it." you take a sip. "given how you haven't responded to my calls in awhile."

art takes your drink from your hand, sets it down. he rests his hand on your lower back.

"im sorry honey. i haven't been meaning to be an asshole. there's a lot going on with tennis and everything."

you run a hand through his hair. "i get it." you feign a frown. "you just may have to make it up to me." and when you uncross your legs, art can see your thong. he tenses his jaw.

"i do need to make it up to you, don't i?" he takes a swig from his beer. "i'll tell you what." he glances around, at the bathroom door swinging open. "why don't i go to the bathroom to freshen up and you come check on me in a few minutes, yeah?"

he's so close you can smell the beer on his breath. you nod and he goes toward the bathroom.

your friends want to come over and ask you all about it, but then you're knocking on the bathroom door with your special knock. the one that only you and art know.

he pulls you inside, and the bathroom is dingy with a flickering light and graffiti on the walls. drawings of dicks and crude words but art sits on the toilet seat.

"c'mere." he reaches out to you and you go to him. a pavlovian response that makes you so fucking wet to be near him. to be on his lap like you're supposed to be. he kisses you like he missed you because he has. he's not supposed to. his lips trail wet, hot kisses up your throat and he's greedier than usual. dragging your pussy over his throbbing erection. he's only wearing his briefs on his bottom half and you tug at his shirt because you want to see all of him. feel all of him. he does the same to you. panting into your mouth because his cock rests between your folds. nudges against your clit as you grind on him.

"fuckin' ruined pussy for me." he throws his head back and you grab his jaw to kiss him. sloppy and disgusting but you love the taste of him. how your lipstick melds into his saliva. drips down his neck like you're a vampire taking him for everything he fucking has.

"yeah?" you rake your nails down his chest and take his cock out. it's bare against your pussy, your panties pushed to the side.

"nothing turns me on anymore. nothing gets me off. only you. that tight fucking cunt."

he never talks like this. so crude. but you love drawing it out of him. milking those dirty words as you stroke his heavy cock for him. people bang on the bathroom door but neither of you fucking care.

you sink down on him. you do it all at once. you're addicted to how his hips spasm and his eyes roll back and he lets a strangled moan-groan hybrid escape him. he holds onto the flesh of your ass as you fuck him.

the porcelain of the toilet creaks unsteady below you and you're completely on top of him, your feet behind you as you fuck him harder and harder. but he asks for more because he wants you more.

"fuck me--fuck me--" he repeats it over and over. guides you up and down and up and down his cock from base to tip. "your pussy was fucking made for me. i need it, i need it--"

his mouth hangs open and you can't believe he's yours like this. you want him to cum but then again you don't because then he can't be inside you anymore. and that's precisely where you want him.

his jaw is tense and his neck pulses with his heartbeat as he presses his forehead to yours.

"i want you--" a moan. "to hit me. i want you to fucking claim me."

so you smack him, and his arms wrap tight against your waist because he's cumming and he wants it to stay like this forever. but if it can only be a few more minutes, that will do too.

[luvsellie]

PEOPLE WATCHING [j. maybank]

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

summary jj ignoring one of his friends is strange. and off-putting. so when he does it to you, argument ensues and indifferent confessions toward one another begin to spill.

warnings rafe being an ass, mentions of abuse, semi based on s1 ep5 but also not?? don’t expect anything regarding the obx plot, reader is in a similar situation to sarah and kie’s social standing (kook-turned-pogue) !

wc 3.1k

note this song just SCREAMS jj i couldn’t not write something inspired by it! also this man is so ‘angsty-love-confession-in-the-rain’ coded why didn’t the obx writers take that chance when they had it >:(

you never thought you would see the day that jj deliberately ignored you. sure, he hated talking about his feelings, and he was too stubborn for his own good, but he had never once gone out of his way to avoid your presence. until now.

“he won’t even look at me,” you hissed at kie, eyes glued to the blond who maneuvered around groups of people, the tray in his hands lacking drinks. he had a smile on his face regardless, making small quips at people as he passed them.

kie huffed, moving her body to block off your view of jj. her lilac dress shimmered in the orange light as she said, “just give him some time. he’ll come around. he always does.”

you chewed on the inside of your cheek, spinning the ring on your index finger as you continued to try and get a clear view of him. “yeah. i guess you’re right.” 

the girl in front of you grinned in a way that seemed to say i always am.

still mildly offset about jj’s attitude toward whatever it is that you had done to upset him, you took a step back from kie, situating yourself so you could comfortably watch him once again. as you did, you noticed his back was now to you, topper, kelce, and rafe appearing to slowly herd him toward the building. the trio of men wore smug smiles, and before you knew it jj had lost his tray and swung open one of the glass doors, sprinting in the direction of the restrooms.

your eyebrows knitted together in sudden urgency, hand already swatting at kiara’s bare shoulder. “kie. kie they’re chasing him-”

“who’s- oh. oh,” kie said aridly.

“we have to go,” you told her, already gathering the skirt of your sage-green dress in a hand.

kie grabbed your arm quickly. “and do what? stab them with the back of our heels?”

“if that’s what it takes,” you told her stubbornly, ripping your bicep from her grip. “stay here if you want, i don’t care, but i’m going to go help the best i can.”

you didn’t wait for her response as you started in the direction of the door, gait switching between an uneven combination of a speedwalk and a run. whether or not jj was mad at you, nothing was going to stop you from assisting him in any way possible, especially if he was severely outnumbered. rafe was practically psychotic, his solution to everything was always violence, and topper and kelce only egged him on.

the cool a/c brought goosebumps to your skin, a chill shivering its way down your spine as you swept past people and furniture. fortunately, you spotted the dark-colored bathroom door, the sound of disgruntled male voices seeping through the wood. when you recognized jj’s, you didn’t hesitate to push past the barrier, deciding the consequences could be left for future you to deal with.

middle-age men immediately protested to your appearance, but you ignored them as you hurried in the direction of the overlapped voices, and, sure enough, you found yourself walking into the midst of the kooks jumping jj.

none of the boys noticed your presence, too wrapped up in whatever they were doing to grow aware of their surroundings. 

your attention zoned in on your beat-up-looking friend, the sight of kelce retaining him in a jarring choke hold resulting in your sudden outburst of, “what the fuck is going on?”

“oh, look who’s decided to join us,” rafe leered, his grin growing twice as big. jj continued to struggle against kelce’s grasp, saying your name dryly as his eyes jumped from you to the oldest cameron sibling.

“the hell is wrong with all of you?” your glare turned to kelce, his eyes narrowed in vain. “let him go or i swear to god…”

rafe’s face only continued to dwell with enlightenment at your interruption. he stood up straight and took a long stride in your direction, forcing you to spin toward him. he put less than a foot between his body and yours. “or you’ll do what-”

the air stilled as you slapped the man across the cheek, your palm stinging from the impact. even though he towered over your smaller person, you still sneered up at him, gaze narrowed as if he were no more than the scum on the bottom of your shoe. “you’re not the only one in this town who has a powerful father, rafe cameron. yours just happens to have the worst reputation.”

rafe’s fingers ghosted the flushed skin where you had struck him, eyebrows beginning to knit together as his familiar rage started to surface. he barely had time to speak, “you fucking bitch-” before someone cut in.

the flickering lights caught everyone’s regard, and you watched stiffly as kelce instantly released jj and spun on his heels. “gentlemen. ma’am,” a security guard addressed, “is there a problem here?”

jj was quick to jump in, rushing to say, “pardon me, officer, i just…” his blue eyes caught yours, but they jumped back the man in the black tux before you could give him a warning glance. “we just- well, actually, yes, there is an issue. we have a criminal trespass in progress here.”

you knew he was just doing the best he could to get you both out of the situation, yet you didn’t mask your rather disgusted expression as he continued.

“beep! call it in, right?” the blond urged. “blatant disrespect for private property.”

the boys around you nodded, avoiding eye contact with the guard. multiple yeahs circled the room.

“we’re in violation of all kinds of shit, sir,” jj said, barely taking the motion to glance at you over his shoulder. he turned to kelce, plastering on a fake smile. he began to straighten the cyan-colored bow tie. “but these young gentlemen…” his hand was quickly swatted away. “...uh, caught us, sir, and they were about to take us away. which is what you should do; escort us out of here.”

you watched as jj offered up his wrists before looking back at you. his brows jumped to his hairline in a silent plea to just go along with the nonsense spewing out of his mouth. still mildly irritated at him and everything about whatever the fuck is going to happen as a repercussion, you exhaled sharply and took a few steps in his direction, sending a glare in rafe’s direction.

your arm brushed against jj’s as you mimicked his actions. “you caught us, officer.”

the man rolled his eyes, but reached behind you, hands roughly grabbing onto yours and jj’s biceps. “come on.”

but jj seemed to feel that he needed to add to the situation, his adhd never failing to shine in moments like these. he turned to kelce again as rafe moved closer, topper behind him. “fix that tie, son. oh, and you’re lookin’ quite spiffy too. you powerpuff girls have fun, alright?”

just as the guard was about to lead you both through the exit, rafe shouted your name. “you know you’re pretty hot for a ‘pogue!’”

jj spun before you could even react, already storming in the direction of the smirking boy. ‘mister security’ left you standing in the doorway as he trudged over to the beginnings of a fight and ripped your friend from the group. “let’s go,” he snuffed, shoving the blond harshly.

you avoided jj’s aggravated gaze as you locked eyes with rafe, still being pushed by the man. raising a hand, you flipped him off. “suck my dick, cameron.”

“knock it off,” the guard said, his fingers squeezing the flesh of your arm. his warning compelled you to turn away, huffing air through your nose in annoyance.

rafe scoffed a laugh from his spot, highly entertained by the sight before him. “hey, safe travels back to the cut, you two!”

“this shit ain’t over!” jj hollered, earning a harsh shove in the direction of the exit.

as the man directed you and jj out of the building, you made a point to not bother interacting with the boy, ignoring his existence entirely, just as he had done to you previously. talking to him at the moment would only result in yelling at each other, and the idea of that was rather repulsive.

finally pushing past one of the glass doors, you attempted to wrench your arm away. it only ended with the guard’s hands squeezing even tighter. “dude, i can walk by myself- let me go.”

jj tried the same thing as you passed a distressed-looking kiara. “yeah, we have legs. can’t you see that, daryl? and, hey, thanks for the ‘discretion.’ let us just walk out by ourselves, yeah?”

nearly stumbling on stairs because of your heels, you made a noise out of exasperation, eagerly pulling back. “give me- oh my god, just let us go!” as heads started to turn in your direction, you desperately hoped that one of your parents would show up, but as daryl continued to haul you and jj (who continuously made comments to the people he passed) away from everything, you made one last hopeless attempt to get him to let go.

“wait!” you said, this time actually tripping on your heels. faking a stumble, you very nearly successfully fell out of daryl’s grasp. “these shoes are killing my feet. let me at least take them off if you insist on dragging us through the mud.”

he rolled his eyes, but loosened his grip.

bending slightly, you raised your left foot off the ground, undoing the buckle of your heel. as you stepped out of the shoe, you went to do the other, stealing a glimpse at jj. this is too easy.

finally standing on the bare ground, you turned back to daryl, shoving your heels to his chest. “would you mind holding these for me? thanks.” using the best of your strength, you threw him off, jj happily doing the same, and began backing in the opposite direction just as your father appeared from behind mr. carrera. his face went from confusion to anger in the span of less than three seconds, and you knew you’d be in for the biggest lecture of your life when you confronted your parents later. but for now, all you wanted to do was get off the property.

and jj seemed to have a similar idea, as his fingers brushed against your left hand, gesturing with the jut of his chin when you made eye contact with him. “come on.”

unable to help the satisfied smile that pulled at the corners of your mouth, you turned away, quickly following jj into the darkness as kie called after you.

“okay, i think we’re far enough,” you huffed heavily, slowing to a walk beside jj.

he ran his fingers through his disheveled hair as he nodded. for once he had nothing to say, and it made you stop on the sidewalk.

“so that’s it?” you started, grabbing his elbow and forcing him to look at you. “you’re just going to go back to ignoring me? after everything that just happened back there? at least tell me what i did for you to treat me like this.”

his blue eyes averted your own as he chewed on his busted bottom lip.

“what did i do, jj?” you asked as your arm fell back to your side, annoyance slipping into despair. “just tell me.”

jj looked at you, and even in the strained moonlight could you just now see how badly his upper left cheek was bruising. he was fiddling with the hem of his white button-up shirt as he stood, stubbornly remaining quiet.

sighing, you took a step closer, the pavement cool under your bare feet. he flinched back when you went to raise a hand. you licked your lips. “did…did rafe and the others do this?”

stiffening, jj lifted his chin and looked down at you, his expression morphed into something between disgust and vacancy. “no,” was all he said.

“oh,” you breathed, your body running cold, even in the humid night air. of course. “maybe you should come back home with me. i can-”

“no,” jj repeated more firmly, shaking off your words. “no, i don’t need your pity right now. go back to midsummers. you and kie looked like you were having loads of fun.”

you scoffed in sudden disbelief, realizing what this was about—why he had been ignoring you for nearly a full day. “i’m not- i’m not offering to care for you out of pity,” you told him bitterly. “you’re my friend, jj, and i’ll always try and protect you when i can. i’m sorry that you’re too naive to realize and accept that.”

jj took a step back, his hands balling into fists as he shook his head. “i don’t need your protection. i don’t need your compassion, or whatever the hell you wanna call it,” he spat. “and i don’t need you.”

“you’re just saying that,” you protested quickly, swallowing down the crack in your voice and blinking back the sharp sting of tears.

shaking his head again, jj’s lips pressed into a thin line. “go back to that big, shiny house of yours.” he wasted no time in turning around, his back straight as he walked away, the clarity of his figure growing less and less as he retreated.

unable to process the moment, you ran a hand over your face, forcing yourself to keep your composure and not yell out to him. what the fuck just happened? you thought, panic beginning to set in as jj officially disappeared around the block.

what am i going to do?

the house was quiet when you entered, and after a quick call for your parents, you realized they were still partying away at the country club. it was somewhat of a relief.

feet sore and dirty, you began to rid yourself of your jewelry, unclasping the chains around your neck and picking off the rings on your fingers. you set them on your nightstand as you shut your bedroom door, immediately falling onto your bed.

lying back to stare at the beige ceiling, you inhaled deeply, running through the events that had taken place. and it had all ended in jj leaving you. for how long, you didn’t know—didn’t even want to think about it. so, with one last sigh, you stood from your mattress, stripped yourself down, and headed toward the bathroom, already thinking up a plan for tomorrow.

“look, i wasn’t trying to make a scene,” you explained over the phone, shrugging your shoulders even though your parents couldn’t see. “it just…happened, i guess. i’m sorry.” there was a tense pause, filled by the sound of your dad sighing on the other end of the line. “can i please go now? we can talk as soon as i get home later, i swear.”

you heard unintelligible whispers before your mom said, “you cannot keep blowing us off.”

“i know, i know.” you really did not want to have this conversation when you were nearly at jj’s house, the sky murky with dark clouds. “again, i’m sorry, but you know i don’t normally do stuff like this, so can you guys please ease off?” 

“fine. only for a few hours. i want you home soon, it’s supposed to storm today. we will talk later.” your dad said roughly, irritation laced in his voice.

shoulders visibly sagging, you couldn’t help but nod in relief. “yes, thank you. love you both.” with that, you impatiently clicked the red button on the screen as jj’s house appeared. pocketing your phone, you spotted the blond in his yard, squatting next to his red dirt bike. and for a split second, you were just happy to see him, the events circling last night forgotten.

you approached quietly, making just enough noise to let him know someone was walking over. as his head turned, your jaw went slack at the fresh bruise blooming along his jawline. you cleared your throat. “hi.”

“hey.” jj returned to his bike.

“i, uh…i came to talk.” thunder rumbled from somewhere above. “about last night. about us.”

the entire way here you rehearsed what you were going to say, switching things out or removing them completely, but now, when he stood and looked over at you with a somewhat pissed-off expression, you found your tongue to be dry and your mind blank.

“what’s there to talk about.” he said it more like a statement and less like a question. “there’s nothing to talk about.” 

you licked your lips as droplets started to wet your shoulders and scalp. “we both know that’s not true, jj.”

he wiped his hands on a cloth before tossing it into an open toolbox. shaking his head and sauntering forward, he said again, “there isn’t anything to talk about. you say you care about me, but you don’t. you don’t. do yourself a favor and stop lying to yourself. stop lying to me.”

“no, i do care, okay?” the raindrops began to fall harder, yet the only thing you were worried about was getting your point across. getting jj to understand. “i have cared about you for as long as i have known you. that first night at the chateau with the others…when you finally let me in…i didn’t know then, but i know now—i love you. a lot.”

jj scoffed and shook his head with an incredulous smile, his stare glued to the soaked grass, ignoring the weight of your confession. “you don’t know anything, alright? that night didn’t mean anything to anyone.”

“yes, it did!” you persisted loudly, frustrated with both him and yourself.

“no, it didn’t!” he snapped, reaching forward and grabbing the sides of your shoulders in exasperation. when you flinched at his yelling, a sudden wave of realization washed over him, and he released you with a step back, blinking rapidly against the rain. “nothing happened; nothing is happening.” he sounded more like he was trying to convince himself rather than you. “you’re a kook. and i’m a pogue. we belong on two very different sides of this island.”

“jj,” you said softly. he remained still, hair stuck to the sides of his face as you went to cup it, palms resting against his wet skin. “just give in. for one pathetic second just forget about the social economic standing of everything and give in to me. please.” you weren’t sure whether the wetness on your face was your tears or the rain. “i know you want to, but you aren’t letting yourself. nothing you say or do will push me away. you’re stuck with me, pogue or not.”

his gaze flickered vicariously between your eyes and mouth, internally fighting with his own feelings. but, ultimately, you could see that your words had struck deep enough—that as the chill of cold water drenched your clothes and hair, as his warm fingers wrapped delicately around your wrists, thumbs sliding against your skin, you had won.

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[hearts4werka]

NNN day 21 | Uninvited Judgements

summary: you were invited to a party by one of your friends, of course you brought Matt, your boyfriend along despite him being slightly younger, everything was going by smoothly and everyone was having great fun until you went out to the bathroom and when you came back you saw your drunken friends surrounding Matt, not suggesting anything good by their loud laughter…

warnings: ANGST, heavy language, arguing, party setting, drunk guests, bullying, age discrimination, age gap, all of the drinking characters are of age please drink responsibly and be aware of the possible consequences! & possibly more

authors note: nnn is soon coming to an end and the Christmas season will start which means… more Christmas fics! (And more smut) I am already feeling the spirit and love this season so much, also sorry for not posting this fic when I was supposed to but something personal happened and I couldn’t finish it that day and I hope y’all understand , but anyway luv y’all sm and hope y’all enjoy this one

The music bounced through the walls of the small apartment, a vibrant background to the laughter and conversation that filled the air. Matt adjusted the collar of his shirt, visibly feeling a little self-conscious under his excitement. He was still getting used to being around my friends, most of them were several years older than him. We had been dating for a few months now and while I loved spending time with him, he couldn’t shake the feeling he was still trying to prove himself.

I took his hand and squeezing it gently. “I’ll just be gone a minute,” I said, leaning in to kiss him softly. “Just need to use the bathroom. You okay to hang out here?” “Yeah, I’m good,” he replied, forcing a smile. “I’ll grab a soda or something.” As I slipped away into the crowded bathroom, Matt leaned against the counter and glanced around. Most of the partygoers were off in groups, cups in hand and laughter mixing with the music. He was about to reach for a drink when he noticed a couple of my friends gathering near him, their faces flushed and attitude high from the alcohol they have consumed.

“Look who it is!” one of my friends Mary slurred, her eyes shining with mischief. “Little Matt. What’s he doing here all by himself? Waiting for his mom to pick him up?” Matt felt heat rush to his cheeks, an uncomfortable mix of embarrassment and irritation. “I’m fine,” he muttered, trying to brush off the comments but the lack of a reaction from him it only encouraged the others. “Oh come on!” another friend chimed in with her laughter ringing loud. “You’re dating a woman who could practically be your aunt! What is she like, 25?” The group burst into drunk giggles, clearly enjoying the show of the younger guy, considering him as an easy target.

Matt clenched his fists at his sides, feeling a swirl of emotions and his gut twisted in upset. The teasing only got worse, the insults sharper, the references to our age gap digging deeper until he just couldn’t stand it anymore. “I’m not a kid for gods sake,” he shot back but his voice barely cut through the intense crowd. Their laughter only grew louder, cutting off his words. When I finally returned with a bright smile lighting my face while Matt was the opposite, livid and his skin prickling with anger. I noticed the tension immediately as I maneuvered through the crowd toward him.

“Everything okay?” I asked concerned looking from him to my drunken friends who had just finished their turn of jokes. “They think it’s hilarious that I’m younger,” he said, unable to keep the annoyance from his voice. “Why do you even hang out with people who think it’s okay to make fun of someone like that?” I looked caught off guard while blinking rapidly. “I don’t think they meant anything by it, Matt. They were drunk and you know how that goes. They joke around, they don’t always know where to draw the line.” “A line?” he snapped and frustration spilling out of his expression. “It feels fucking disrespectful to make jokes about someone’s age! Like I’m some boy toy you’re just playing around with. Do you think I like being the center of their jokes?”

“Matt, just chill out for a second,” I ushed, raising your hands for him to calm down. “You know they didn’t mean for it to hurt you. It’s just banter! They were drunk—” “No, it’s not just banter!” he raised his voice louder than he intended. “It’s condescending and you’re just brushing it off like it doesn’t matter!” I felt my heart racing, a mixture of anger and hurt beginning to swirl in my veins “You’re making a huge deal out of this. They’re not bad people, they were having a good time! You can’t just get upset over everything people say when they’re drinking!” “It’s not ‘everything’! It’s just this! Ugh!” he exclaims, frustration lacing every syllable that left past his mouth. “Sometimes I feel like you don’t even see how it affects me. You just make excuses for them.” With that, one of my friends—a guy named Jake who had been listening nearby—snorted. “Who knew Matt had such thin skin? Can’t handle a little fun?”

Matt’s gaze flicked toward Jake, becoming stiff in his stance. “And you’re an ass.” “That’s rich, coming from someone who’s basically a kid,” Jake retorted and shaking his head. “Matt, just ignore him,” I pleaded but he was too far gone now. “No, fuck this…” he muttered, stepping away from the group who had been laughing at his expense. He turned to me with his eyes blazing. “I’m not playing this game. I’m not gonna sit here and take your friends’ bullshit. I’m done.” Before I could get a single word out past my lips, Matt turned on his heel and moved toward the exit, the door slamming behind him. The sound echoed in the now silent apartment as everyone exchanged glances, the party suddenly feeling much less exciting.

I tried to process what had just happened, a storm of emotions swirling inside of me. My friends still buzzing from the drinks, didn’t have the capacity to understand. They were just drunk and careless. But Matt? His feelings were painfully real and visible for anyone and my heart sank knowing I would have to find him and somehow make sense of this mess my drunk friends have put me in now.

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[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Um, if you’re taking Twilight requests, what about Edward lying about being a virgin and having never loved anyone before Bella? A past vampire lover shows up out of the blue and is upset that Edward has moved on? Maybe they separated because she didn’t want to do the vegetarian diet? But then she changed her mind because she was lonely and missed Edward. So she shows up asking the Cullens to let her join and teach her the diet in the hopes she and Edward can get back together. Carlisle can’t turn her away (maybe he turned her after Edward) and so she stays but it’s awkward for everyone. So you have this love triangle with the ex, Edward, and Bella. But Bella also still has her thing with Jacob lol. So it’s kind of a love square. And Bella feels insecure about this new woman showing up and it puts a strain on the relationship with Edward and the Cullens.

I just find it hard to believe Edward didn’t have an interest in anyone at all in 80+ years after being turned. It would really suck being the only single in a house of couples.

Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x Vampire!Reader, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan, Jacob Black x Bella Swan

Warnings: love square, mentions of blood (human and animal), hurt feelings, cheating?, longing, both bella and edward are sexually frustrated lol, past relationships mentioned, might be a two parter 🤷🏽‍♀️

Words: 2761

He can't help but think of her when the smell of jasmine filled the air. Bringing him back to a moment in time that he saved specifically to reminisce on when Edward found himself alone. He could practically feel the gentle breeze tousle his bronze hair. Her laugh ringing in his ears as clear as church bells. The only thing that ruined the memory was recalling the smear of red on her smiling face. Red of human blood.

Pulling himself out of his revery, Edward realizes that he'd been sitting at the piano for a possible hour, staring off as he dissociated. He hadn't thought of her in a while.

Must have to do with Bella's new perfume. It reminds him of-

The pinging of his phone has him sharply inhaling, abruptly remembering the physical world he's almost rudely thrown out of his own mind.

Bella's name shows up on his screen. That's right, he's supposed to be picking her up for a date in five minutes.

Edward scratches his head, pondering how long he'd exactly been there.

Quickly dashing to his keys, Edward is out the door in seconds. Dwelling in the past served him no purpose. His life was finally starting to move forward.

Well, there were a few halts along the way. Mainly one that went by the name of Jacob Black. A massive thorn in his side.

Damn it all that Bella even reciprocated the mongrel's feelings, despite her protesting. No doubt Bella loved Edward, that still didn't mean she didn't love Jacob too.

Perhaps that was why he was thinking so much about her as of late.

The lights in your hotel room are all turned off. Didn't matter if they were on. Your vision was clear either way as they watched the subtle movement of shadows cast by what little light streamed in through the blinds.

Your dinner lay still on the bed next to you. Nutrients drained from it. Usually you tried not to make a mess when you ate. If you had enough time in the day (also if your prey was easy on the eyes) you'd work on a way not to kill them. Only take a bit of their blood then dash off while they slept. Nothing too gruesome, though they probably question the healing slit on their wrist when they awoke the next morning.

Tonight, unfortunately, took a different tone. An atypical type of desperation filled you to the brim, screaming at you to consume every part of the man who you had your teeth sunk in. You wanted to rip him to shreds and actually eat the meat that clung to his bones. It terrified even you.

You sigh and finally withdrew yourself to the bathroom. There was work to be done. The blood on your face dried a long time ago.

What were you even doing with your immortal life?

Day in, day out, everything felt the same. Especially the gaping loneliness you'd been feeling.

In your beginning days of immortality, you'd quite enjoyed it. You discovered all sorts of new things you could do with your powerful new body. And you liked discovering them with Edward.

Back then it was just the four of you for the longest time: you, Edward, Carlisle and shortly after Esme. Then you and Edward went off together on your own for a couple of years.

You wished you and Edward had never strayed from Carlisle. At the end of it, you realized that you didn't want to go back. You wanted to feast on human blood and not shy away your power.

Young and dumb, that's what you thought of your past self now. Decades later and you were now seeing the repercussions of your actions come to light.

You missed having a mate to travel the world with. Someone to turn to late at night to keep you company. You miss Edward's gentle caresses that coaxed your attention his way.

The blood of humans wasn't worth it anymore.

Losing track of how many years it had been since you checked your private PO box, you honestly weren't anticipating anything. The only one who knew about it was Carlisle. He'd begged for some form of contact information before you split from his coven. Fatherly responsibility was the root of it. His second vampiric creation.

A part of you is delighted to find two slim envelopes collecting dust. The first one was dated over a decade ago. They'd been in Alaska apparently and met other vegetarian vampires. Most recent one only several weeks old. In this one he gave you an exact address in Washington.

You stare at Carlisle's hand writing. Getting choked up, you put the letters in your bag. It was quite the journey you had ahead of you to get to Forks.

In the blink of an eye, Edward leaps away from Bella at the feel of her fingers digging into his shirt in an attempt to deepen the kiss. They'd been playing this push and pull game for some time now.

"Bella-" He sighs in exasperation and runs a hand through his tousled hair.

Bella's brows furrow in return, a pout rising on her lips as she sits back on her bed again but at a distance. She'd heard him repeat himself so many times about being careful with her. How she's so fragile compared to him. Like she didn't already know of her delicate mortal body. Just a few months ago James nearly broke every bone in her body.

"I know!" She hadn't meant to sharply snap at him. Edward was just trying to protect her like he always did. A steady exhale flares through her nose as she rests her head against the back board of her bed. He constantly left her craving more of his touch.

Like any man, Edward desired physical contact. With Bella that desire was too much. Too dangerous. The forbidden fruit that Edward must resist by any and all costs.

The first and last girl he'd taken to bed was. . .

What he could never tell Bella was that he wasn't a virgin like he had told her. After all, he had been alive for decades. Being a virgin for that long was implausible.

He traced where the golden rays of the sun hit your skin. In the presence of light, your skin reflects like a million sparkling stars. You're trying to fix the headboard of your bed that both of you broke during your love making.

"We can just buy a new one." Edward chuckles, his fingers run up your bare spine causing you to shiver. The headboard wasn't the only thing both of you accidentally demolished. Bedsheets were torn to shreds, feathers from the pillows dusted your hair, even the mattress creaked ominously.

Your brows are creased in a small pout. "I hope this doesn't happen every time we have sex."

At your words, Edward felt something in his stomach unfurl and warm. Happy to hear that this wouldn't be the last time he got to touch you.

When you catch him staring, your frown turns up into a coy smile. "What're you looking at?"

"You."

"Obviously. But why?" You ask that like you weren't still naked as the day you were born.

He coaxes you back into his arms, little resistance from your part as you rest your head against his chest. "Because you're painfully beautiful."

Edward wasn't just buttering you up. When he said that, there was undeniable warmth and adoration that dripped from his tone. He was smitten. You'd never had any man regard you in such a way that made you feel vulnerable. You trusted Edward with your most vulnerable self.

He smirks when he reads your thoughts. Gently, he tilts your head back so that he can capture your lips.

After you, Edward thought he'd never fall in love again. Not as intensely as he had with you.

Bella came extremely close. But because she was human, Edward was limited in how he can show his affection. Even holding her hand, Edward had to reign in his supernatural strength. The slightest amount of his real strength could break her entire hand.

Without reading her thoughts, he could feel her annoyance and frustration. She desperately wanted to take things to the next level like any healthy teenager would. Bella desired to experience the physical aspects of their relationship. Were he human or even like Jacob. . . Edward would be more than happy to let himself fall into his temptations.

That just wasn't so.

The drive back home was a silent one as Bella stared out the window. As of late her attempts to get intimate in him were becoming more and more frequent. Along with her desire for Edward to change her into a vampire. He didn't want to change her just because it would make their relationship easier. That was still a last case scenario that he kept in the back of his mind. She didn't view her humanity the way Edward and his family did. It wasn't something to carelessly throw away. None of them had a choice in the matter. All were on the brink of death when Carlisle turned them. They would not have willingly given up their mortality.

Edward tried multiple times to convey this to Bella. It would go in one ear and out the other. Normally Edward didn't mind stubborn women. You were as stubborn as a bull during arguments. The two of you literally butting heads to get your point across. Those arguments never mattered in the end. There'd only been one argument that truly tore the two of you apart. Your very last argument.

Getting within a five mile radius of the Cullen house, Edward nearly slams the brakes of the car when he listens to the minds of those in the house. One whom he couldn't quite believe he was hearing.

Bella felt the swerving of the car. She glances at Edward with concern. "A-Are you okay?"

His grip tightened on the wheel, the flimsy material bends under his fingers.

He was hearing YOUR thoughts.

Esme refused to let you out of her hug.

Helplessly, you glance around the room; your gaze landing on a smiling Carlisle.

"Welcome home." His smile is heard in his words.

Finally Esme pulls back, her hands flying to your face to turn it this way and that. "Have you been eating enough? Oh look at your clothes. Alice, can you get her some new clothes?" You notice how her face flinches with nervousness when her gold eyes meet your red ones.

"I'm fine, Esme." You giggle and lower her hands away from your face to give them a reassuring squeeze.

"Clearly. Look at her eyes. She's been feeding on human blood." Rosalie needlessly points out. Yeah, you didn't really miss her. You had no idea what her mate saw in her besides the pretty face. Emmett was a bear of a man with the personality of a stuffed animal. You hadn't yet met Alice, Jasper or Emmett. When you left it was only Carlisle, Edward, Esme, Rosalie and you.

"I know that'll have to change if I want to live here again." You murmur defensively. "I'm ready now. Human blood isn't worth being alone anymore."

Esme's smile beams and once again she smothers you in a bear hug.

"Esme, give her some space. We don't want to scare her off." Carlisle pats his wife on her shoulder. Even Carlisle couldn't stop smiling. He'd sent that letter so long ago that he doubted you'd even read it.

"By the way. . . Where's Edward?" You curiously ask. Everyone appeared to be home except the one face you really wanted to see.

Instantly the room goes deadly silent.

"What?"

Carlisle grimaces and glances at his wife who was equally unsure of how to tell you. "There's something you need to know."

Your eyebrow quirks up. "Oh?"

He couldn't continue. The door swings open. No one had heard the sound of Edward's car entering the driveway or heard his hurried steps up the porch.

When the two of you lock eyes, the rigidness of his frame slackens and his honey eyes glisten with that same fondness he'd always had for you. He breathes out your name like it's a sacred phrase. You were even more beautiful to him standing there than the day he'd lost you.

You feel it to. That instant pull of your heart as it attempts to escape from your chest to jump at Edward. Your entire body vibrates with the intense urge to be close to him.

You would have run to him. Had it not been for the human girl at his side.

The rose tint your world had taken on faded in that moment to reveal the drabness of this brunette that stuck to his side. Her own brown eyes wavering in your presence.

Now highly conscious of Bella's existence next to him, Edward hastily makes introductions. "Um, Bella, this is (y/n). (y/n), this is. . . Bella."

Alice groans. "Way to go Ed."

"What's going on?" Timidly asked Bella who was still staring at you. She didn't like the way you and Edward had stared at one another like star-crossed lovers come together again. Bella hated how he'd said your name with such veneration. For so long Bella possessed Edward's sole attention. She was loathe to relinquish any of it.

Jasper and Emmett averted their eyes from the train wreck that was occurring.

Being blunt as usual, Rosalie steps in. "They used to date too."

Bella's eyes widen and with an expression of betrayal flicks to Edward. "Date?"

"Well, probably more than simple dating from the sounds that would come out of their room." Rosalie's tone was that of boredom. This was old news to her but new news to Bella. News that shattered her perception of everything around her.

"Rosalie!" Edward snaps at her.

She rolls her eyes. "Everyone was taking way too damn long in saying anything. What? Doesn't Bella deserve to know?" Rosalie looks at you while pointing a finger between Edward and Bella. "They're dating now."

"Yeah, I kinda got that." You glare at the blonde who was unaffected by the daggers thrown at her. Really, you were angry with the human girl. A human with the man you'd called your mate for so long. Jealousy licks the walls of your stomach like white hot flames.

Edward stands in front of Bella. "You're the one who left me." He whispers but everyone can hear it.

Bristling, you turn your back on the two and back to your adoptive father. "Where did you say my room was?"

"You told me you never had sex before!!" Bella can't help the shaky quality of her voice. Anger and hurt overwhelmed her. Tears bubble along her lower lashes. She keeps as far away from Edward as possible. "What else haven't you told me? O-Or lied to me about?"

"Bella-"

"And you still love her! No! Don't try to deny it. I heard you say her name when you first saw her. Everyone did Edward!" Maybe that was the worst part of it. That Edward still held a flame for you. She had so many questions. How long was it after their separation did Edward meet Bella? Why weren't they still together? Clearly you were staying if you'd asked Carlisle where your room was. For how long?

Did you intend to take Edward from her? Would you hurt her?

"I shouldn't have lied to you. I'm sorry, Bella." And he was. Edward never thought you'd come back to him after all those years apart. Boy he was royally fucked though.

Because he was still in love with you. That much was evident. The knowledge of you being just down the hall was driving him crazy. Something deep inside of him was begging to be with you.

Meanwhile on your end of the hallway, you're doing the best you can to not break everything in your room. He was right. Damnit he was right. You were the one to leave. Unable to accommodate to the vegetarian lifestyle. You gave up Edward for the high that human blood offered you. It would be unfair to expect Edward to pine for you. You should've taken into thought that maybe he'd moved on.

The backs of your eyes burned with the urge to cry. Unable to produce tears, all you can do is wrap yourself in blankets and let the dark swallow you whole.

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My Crazy Wife and Kids

Rio x Black! Fem! Reader

Warnings: bad parenting (not outrageous, they just don't know what their really doing), reader had a hard childhood, light child endangerment, arguing between reader and basically everyone, angst with a fluffy ending, the reader is Caribbean because I really understand the struggle of trying to understand Caribbean parents, mentions and allusions of smut, mentions of cancer, reader works as a pimp under Rio

Guess what's harder, raising three girls vs running a drug empire? Rio and his wife are the proud parents to three girls and struggle to raise them and change the way they were both raised

Please let me know if you enjoy, likes and reblogs are appreciated! Also I'm taking request for Rio and every character I write for, I wanna write more stuff for my baby daddy! <3

This is a long one lol

Important info: The oldest daughter is nine, the twins are seven

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The car was silent. The twins sat beside their oldest sister, Valentina. Amancia and Alvita squirmed in their seats while Valentina stole glances at the front of the car. Her father, Rio, kept his hands gripped on the steering wheel and his eyes glued forward as he drove them home from church.

Their mother had their iPads sitting in her purse. She'd taken them as punishment the moment they got back in the car. It felt like riding to your doom, sitting in the car with two angry parents like hers.

The sun beaming outside did nothing to ease her nerves, and the thought of winding down the window and risking sending her mother into a lecture was not one she was willing to act on.

Don't get it twisted; the girls were by no means treated awfully by their parents. But when you have an old-world Caribbean mother who still 100% believed in spankings, there's no telling what you're in for after a day of acting up.

The more familiar the streets got, the more anxious she got. Sure, she was supposed to just go to the bathroom and take the twins with her. But how could she resist taking a little walk outside? And how could she resist going to the corner store?

When they got back with bunches of (stolen) candy and got caught by a deaconess, Amancia decided that was the best time to bust out that swear word she heard their mom call some lady on the phone.

Amancia called her a cunt, and Valentina could feel her ass start to throb from the spanking they were about to get. Alvita bit the deaconess the moment she tried to grab the three of them.

It was over then.

They were sitting in the driveway now, and Valentina realized that Alvita had snot running down her nose and her hair that their mom perfectly styled that morning, and Amancia was staring off into space as if she accepted her fate.

Her mother cleared her throat as daddy turned off the car. He let out a weary sigh and ran a ringed hand over his face. Her mom cleared her throat and turned back to look at them.

"Go take a shower. Valentina, you first."

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"Why on God's green Earth did she call that woman a cunt? I don't know," his wife sighed as she wrapped the scarf around her hair.

"Because she heard you call that lady a cunt on the phone last month. I knew something was up; I saw her little ass twitching to use the word," Rio chuckled, opening the sheets for her to come into his arms.

"You think this is funny? I had to be the bad guy again," she asked as she crawled into his arms. The silk of their red sheets covered her, and the TV played Empire in the background. Rio reached over and turned off the bedside lamp. The large room was dark now and was only illuminated by the glow of Cookie Lyon beating her son with a broom.

"It's funny because that woman is a cunt. You know it, I know it, and Vita just said what we were thinking," he yelped, the pinch getting him hard.

"Yes, Sister Jefferson is a cunt. Our kids will respect authoritative figures." She was getting upset now. She shifted away from him slightly, and Rio didn't miss it. Rio wasn't sure what to say next, so he figured it was best to just agree.

"You're right."

"So why don't you act like it?" Silence.

"What do you want from me?" He asked after a moment.

"I want you to stop leaving me to punish our kids all alone. I know I pushed them from my pussy myself, but I didn't put them there alone. You just stood there like a fucking idiot while I dealt with them, and I'm sick of being the bad guy." During their confrontation with their three daughters and forcing them to call Sister Jefferson to apologize, Rio more or less stood there. In the past, she did ask him to not just be the fun parent, but sometimes it still slipped his mind.

"So you're mad I didn't yell at them? You're mad at me because I didn't chase them down with a stick or make them write out sentences 100 times? Don't piss me off." It wasn't that serious, was it? An annoyed huff was his answer.

"Yeah. The girls adore you, and I'm just the bitch who takes their shit and sends them to bed. Then you have the fucking audacity to say it was my fault she called that woman a cunt. What about you? You remember teaching our kids Spanish, yeah? So when you're going on and on swearing in a way that would kill your mother, you think they don't understand you. Come off it, you prick." She rolled even further from him now. He had a feeling she was pissed off earlier at dinner after she called the girls down and even after she tucked them all in.

"You wanna call me a prick louder, ma? Maybe Amancia will hear you and use that one next Sunday." It was a mistake, and he wanted to suck the words back into his throat. It was an intrusive thought that he didn't have time to stop from slipping out.

He could hear the craziness turning in her brain. He didn't just marry her for no reason; he married her because she could hold him down. And to hold Rio down, you have to be a bit crazy in your own right.

He was on the ground with a thud, and the TV was off.

"Did you just fucking push me?!"

She was silent now, the way he had been during the confrontation earlier.

"Hello? I know you hear me? Did you really just throw me onto the floor?" A pillow slammed into his chest, and he knew it meant he was not welcome back in this bed.

"So now we're just throwing each other off things, right?" More silence, as she pulled a pair of headphones onto her head, and he could hear the sound of the ocean bleeding through. Pulling an eye mask over her face, he just huffed and headed to the door.

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The sun shone through the kitchen as she chopped up sausages to make breakfast. It was 5:30 now, and the girls would be up soon. Where her fucking idiot of a husband was, she didn't really care. How dare he! Leave her alone with the kids?

It had been a while (nine years) since her first pregnancy. He wasn't as useless back then. And she knows she was not alone in that bed making that baby. She didn't want to do things the way she did.

Yes, she struggled at times to show affection, but that wasn't her fault. She didn't have a mom to show her how to hug or any older sisters to teach her how to be a girl. She had to learn about femininity from watching the older girls around her shitty neighborhood. Hell, until she met Rio she wasn't even sure about having kids.

When they asked where grandma was, the last thing she wanted was to explain was that her mom killed four people in a gang fight and that she herself was born in jail before she was released to her grandma who was hardly around. That she spent one day every weekend driving to a prison to see her mom. That even as a grown adult, she still gets collect calls from her mother and her husband sends money for her books and does whatever her can for her in jail.

It wasn't entirely her choice to keep the girls from their grandma. Grandma expressed no desire for them to know that she sold her whole life to kill four people.

Growing up the way she did, why did everyone just expect her to be a model mother over night? Good at all the emotional shit that came with kids? She wasn't and it was fucked that her dickhead of a husband may as well be a totem pole the way he just stands there sometimes. Behind her the fridge opened. Speak of the devil she supposed. Still she ignored him.

Since she was a fuck up, since everything he said was bad for the girls then it was better she didn't speak to his dumbass at all.

"Good morning baby." After 13 years of marriage his voice still made her wet. Still she relented.

"How did you sleep? It wasn't the best for me, my back hurt and I had to sleep on the couch. You wanna rub it out for me baby?" He was testing her, testing the waters to see if she was still steamed. He was very close to getting slapped with a pan.

Nothing from her as she poured three cups of lemonade for the girls who she heard moving around upstairs. Returning to the stove, she started scraping the food into three plates. She felt his hands creep up her sides.

"Look. Look baby, I'm sorry. I know you're not the best with being affectionate with the girls and I know you struggle to figure out how to go about things with them. But I want you to know we're a team. I'm gonna start acting like it baby." His apology was smooth and deep in her ear. Still she could hear the honesty in his voice and tears bubbled up in her eyes.

The girls had a lot to do today. From Valentina's dance classes after school, the Amancia has a piano class and Alvita has science classes at her advanced tutoring company after school. And knowing she wouldn't have to be pissed off at her husband all day was a lot better.

"It's hard. I want to be closer to them so bad but I can't. I don't know how to be a good mom, or how to comfort them or teach them anything that isn't violence. All the books and youtube videos in the world can't teach you how to be a parent. I want to think I'm doing good so bad. I would fucking die for my girls. I would kill for them and end up in jail right next to my momma for them and I just can't seem to prove that to them. And it would be a lot easier to have someone for them to be angry at instead of me when they do something wrong." She sniffled, whipping tears from her eyes and turning into his chest.

He smelt so good. Like leather and the Dark Temptation body wash she picked up for him last time she went to Target and she made a mental note to buy it again. His strong arms wrapped around hers and he pressed a kiss to her scarfed head. One hand rubbed her back while she cried.

"Mama, the girls love you. You are a great mother. Just by being here you do more than so many people who up and run. They look up to you like you're the Sun. You're the only mom they have and I can see that they wanna be just like you. I'm sorry that I was being the fun parent. You know my entire life, I said I would be there for my kids for the good and the bad. And I've just been sitting back for the bad like my grandpa did. He left my grandma to struggle with me and Nick.

For a long ass time I thought my grandma was just hard on me for no reason. Now I know it's the stress of having to be with someone who's only there half the time and I'm sorry I put you through that."

When he mentioned his grandma his voice cracked. She pressed a soft kiss to his shirtless chest and she nodded against him, wrapping her arms around his smooth frame. She ran her fingers over a small scar on his back that he got when he was putting the cribs up for the twins.

"I'm sorry I pushed you off the bed." One of the girls was using the toilet, while the shower turned on again and it sounded like one of them (probably Amancia) was still in bed and she knew she'd have to get her up soon. A deep chuckle resonated through him and sent tingles through her entire body.

"It's alright, I'm sorry I was being a prick."

He stole a piece of sausage from the scrambled eggs and popped it into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed before giggling.

"Shhhh, Amancia might hear you." She teased, and he smirked down at her in response.

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"Aw don't be pouty baby. You'll look so good in that tutu." Rio snickered, sipping from his wine glass and placing it back on their marble counter top. It was a mother daughter dance recital and she was less than thrilled to get this invitation. No actually. She was thrilled. She was thrilled to do something with her daughter, not with a fuck ton of people watching but she would never be ashamed to show off with her princess in front of the whole world.

Valentina was fidgeting around, doing little dance moves and dancing around with her little sisters. How could she say no to that? The woman would be prancing around on stage, matching pink tutu. She was married to a drug lord and helped run his empire with an iron fist. She wasn't used to being in the spot light and as ironic as it was.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want too."

The girls stopped playing. Valentina was standing in front of her mother who was sitting on a chair in front of their kitchen island. She looked like she felt bad for even asking and it put a knife in her heart. She realized then that she didn't hide her emotions as well as she hoped.

"No, no I want too! I was just thinking about how awful those other moms and daughters are gonna look dancing next to us. We're gonna eat them up, trust." Scooping up Valentina with a hug, she nibbled on her cheeks and kissed her silly. Her little princess squealed in delight and she twirled her around.

She needed a drink and a smoke. Rio chuckled as she pulled a cigarette out her pack and lit it. She stole a sip from his wine while she looked at the paper.

"Fuck, I can't make this rehearsal next week." She exhaled the smoke and Rio pushed the sliding door that led to the patio open next to her.

He slid into the seat next to her and heard the girls start up a round of Mario Kart. She rested a head on his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pushing an ashtray towards her.

"That's the first one. What do you have?"

"I have a mammogram, and I pushed this one back twice already." Rio always got nervous when she had to go to the doctor for any reason. Especially when it was a titty doctor as he liked to call them.

"Yeah thats important. I'm sure Val will understand."

"I feel awful. You know my grandma had breast cancer, and I'm sure I'm okay but I need to be sure. I want to be here for the girls as long as I can without my tits trying to kill me." Rio rubbed her shoulders. He stood up, now standing behind her and rubbing her shoulder blades.

"Don't worry about it ma. I'll go for you." He joked, nuzzling his face into her neck. Her phone rang on the counter and she saw it was one of her girls. Was it ironic that she handled sex work for her husband when she'd just die if one of their daughters was a hooker? Yes. It was also ironic that she was concerned about her tits killing her when she was in the middle of a cigarette.

"Mhm, sexy." She chuckled, running her hand over his crotch before turning around to face forward and. Her bit his bottom lip, brown eyes basically fucking her.

"Hello?" His hands slipped down her sides and up to her chest. Her breath hitched and her legs twitched.

"Go do something with the girls and stop groping me Christopher."

"Ouch." He laughed before kissing her neck once more and slipping out of the room.

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"Why?" Rio glanced at his wife and back at Valentina.

"I don't want to go today." Valentina muttered while picking at the mac and cheese. Pulling her jacket on, she was preparing for the chill of approaching winter.

"What are we paying 400 dollars a month for then? I can't force you to enjoy it but you will go. Did something happen, is someone bothering you at those classes?" Rio questioned. His wife gave him a small glance as if to say 'thank you for stepping in'.

"Nothing happened at ballet. It was school." Valentina lightly kicked the bag with an engraved 'V' on it that they had custom made for her.

"People have bad days baby." Deep down he was worried. Oh God what if she got touched and didn't want to tell them and was running from ballet? What if she's being threatened with violence? What if she's been expelled and didn't want to say? That's just like Valentina not to tell them that. She mumbled something.

"Is someone bothering you? Is it a teacher? A student?" Rio asked putting down the rag he was using to wipe down the counter. Valentina looked down at the table. Now Rio was going to have to fight someones dad. Great, just what he needed.

"You can tell me whose bothering you or I can go down to that school and figure it out." Her mother, was now sitting next to Valentina and looking into her similarly brown eyes. They always looked so similar. Sometimes, when Rio looked at Valentina he felt like he was looking at baby pictures of his wife.

Then Rio noticed it. The small bruise on her arm. It was so small and the color of the bruise wasn't so bad that it was noticeable. Their kid got her ass kicked. He knew Valentina was always the more timid one of his kids, not like the fiery Alvita and calculating Amancia who never hesitated to strike (speaking off, he hoped they weren't fighting someone at after school right now) but he always thought she would never be in a fight. He didn't realize her timid nature would inspire someone's anger.

"V, did you get in a fight?" Tears filled her eyes and before he knew it his wife grabbed her car keys.

"It was Terra! It was Terra and I don't want to see her at ballet!" Terra. Of course it was that little cunt and her whore mom probably encouraged this. His wife has had beef with with Mrs. Lipston since last month at the last pool party they all got invited too by Mr. and Mrs. Kerian. Martha Lipston made her dislike of his wife's new swimsuit very well known to all the other moms.

She also made her approval of Rio's ability to open beers with his teeth very well known. Rio personally thinks Martha Lipston looks like a horror game monster with all her plastic surgery. She was just hating because his wife was fine as hell.

"Put your coat on and lets go." Her mom demanded. Rio glanced over, he knew where this was going. Because his mind was going there too, was actually thinking about planting drugs on Mr. Lipston and calling DCFS on them for child endangerment.

It was a whole family of assholes trust him, dude borrowed his fucking lawnmower and kept it for seven months. Who needs a lawnmower for seven months? He knew his shitty lawn wasn’t growing that fast. Rio refused to buy a new one and just let him keep it like his wife suggested.

Rio was really bugging out over his lawnmower too. He spent nights up, wondering what the hell he was doing with his lawnmower for so long. She’d wake up next to him, asking him if he was still worried about the damn thing? That lawnmower had emotional significance to him and he didn’t like it being gone for so long.

He insisted it was the principal and one morning Rio couldn’t see through the lawn and tripped on a rock. That was it for him, he had to beat down their front door as nicely as he could. Would you believe his lawnmower was broken? How do you break someone’s lawnmower? Why not just tell him that you broke his lawnmower? Rio had half a mind to take him to court over his lawnmower and almost did. That was the last time Rio tried to be neighborly to any of these people, it pushed him to give up on humanity itself.

"I don't want to go." Valentina sniffled and pushed her mac and cheese away.

"Some little white bitch isn't gonna beat the crap out of you, and you're not gonna do anything about it. No, you're going to smack the shit out of her and if her mom tries anything I'm slapping the implants out her chest." He could see the nerves from her. Deep down, his wife was doing this out of a place of fear.

Fear that her kids was gonna get hurt and next time hurt real bad. He remembers how they met too. It was high school, when she got into a fist fight with some girls who had been going back and forth with her and her friends for months.

When she got caught alone, she got knocked upside her head with a padlock and ended up with a mild concussion. He was in the nurses office because he was skipping class in there with a fake headache. When he heard about how she got hit but still held her own, he knew he needed some of that.

Even better was how a week later she hunted down each attacker and beat the snot out of them one by one. To her, the only way to be safe, was the be more dangerous then whatever was about to attack you.

"I'll get thrown out of ballet school mom, please just drop it." "

You'll go." She growled sternly and pulled her earrings from her ears She was ready for a fight but Rio could clearly see that his daughter was not. She must've been hit something fierce.

"I don't want to get kicked out!" Her tiny voice cracked and her mother stopped for a moment of hesitation.

"Enough. Just enough both of you. Valentina, your mother is doing this because she loves you. She wants that little girl to know she doesn't just walk all over you and get away with it. I'm not sorry to say in this house you don't get your ass beat that way and deliver no punishment.

You don't have to get her in class, but you will have to face her again. In school, ballet class or in the parking lot of your school. How you do it is up to you. Fight her, we can go to the school or whatever but don't take something like this laying down." Valentina looked down with a huff. He ran a hand over her small one and she glanced softly at it. Then he focused on his wife. She glanced down and was chewing on one of her nails.

"You know what I'm about to say. Our kid isn't a fighter like us and that's fine. We didn't fight because we wanted too, we fought because we had too every day. We had our share of people trying to whop our asses. You already know that we gave our girls a life where they don't have to fight every day. That's okay. That's what we wanted. You don't gotta force our girls into a life they don't want the way that happened to you. Okay?" She nodded, and looked guilty. Like she felt guilty about her fear of something happening to her little girl.

Rio glanced at the clock, and at this point they were late to ballet. The clock ticked away. Nails scratched away at the counter and Rio waited for one of them to say something. Valentina broke the silence.

"I want to get back at her. But I can't stop thinking about the consequences. What if she tells on me? Or I get kicked out of ballet?"

"So what if she does? If someone hits you, you hit them back. I promise we will not be mad at you no matter what you do baby." Valentina silently nodded.

"I'll get her tomorrow morning in math." Valentina's mother ran her hands through her daughters braids and pulled her into a hug. Rio couldn't fight the smile that spread across his lips. He would count this as a win in the dad book.

"Okay. Do whatever you have to do for you. And keep your head up no matter what."

An understanding from the mother who always felt she knew best for her kids. Some fight put into their daughter. An ass whopping tomorrow morning. Maybe they weren't the best parents yet, but at least they were getting somewhere.

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[the-weeb-of-the-uchiha]

"Once more, I had to put in extra hours. Most likely, Y/N is dozing off. I should enter silently." He pondered in his head.

Nanami strolled down the apartment building's hall, checking his watch. While searching for the correct door key, he gets closer to the door. Loud music caught his attention. The fact that it was your own playlist was the only thing that caught his attention.

Nanami believed it was considerate of you to know he didn't enjoy your music and thought it was strange.

"She normally sleeps around this time."

Entering the apartment, he placed his bag and coat on the hook at the entrance. The sound of the shower was audible to him. Taking off his tie by loosening his shirt. He walked into the kitchen to be welcomed by a note on the counter.

" Darling I also walked in the house late. The food is in the fridge. I might not be sleeping." Love, wifey

As he read the sick note, a slight smile curled across his face. He couldn't help but smile at your handwriting. It made him happy. He slowly walked towards your bedroom but stopped as soon as he saw the bathroom door wide open. You had just closed the shower curtain and didn't notice him. You just kept singing. But he could not deny that what little he saw of your body had not aroused him.

"Damn it," he thought to himself.

Then he remembered something he promised you when the both of you first rented the apartment. He decided to undress right there and suddenly got in the shower.

"AH-" You almost let out a full scream before I covered your mouth.

"Wifey, calm down; it's just me," he said while uncovering your mouth.

"I was genuinely scared, Nanami!" You hit his chest multiple times before he stopped your hand.

"I'm sorry. I'll say something next time." He started to wrap his hand around your waist.

It was so small in his embrace. He could not restrain himself any longer. He trailed light-hearted kisses down your collarbone. He could tell you were genuinely upset. You would have normally given in to his flirting as soon as it started. This time, you just turned around to continue bathing.

"Wifey, don't be upset. You made me react on impulse." He turned your body to face him.

He pulled you in for a passionate kiss and pushed your body against the shower wall to pick you up.

"Nanami, wait, we might fall!". He liked to see you worried. "Don't worry about it, Princess.

He knew what that word meant to you. It made her act like a teenager who had just fallen in love. He preferred to call you wifey and only used Princes in case he was in a tight situation and had no other options. He could see it on your face; your cheeks were turning red.

"Princess, you have to let me do this."

"I know what you're doing, Nanami!""

"You are not fooling anybody yourself. You're already wet."

"It's from…"

"Don't blame it on the water."

He could not help but chuckle at the excuses. You could see he was getting rather impatient.

"Na-Nanami I can feel the tip."

"I thought I was being sneaky." Just as he said, He shoved the rest in one go. Your voice filled the bathroom with moans and screams.

"Does it feel good princess? I know I have been neglecting that sweet puss- ahh"

He had turned you on. The way his voice caressed your ears. You felt pain but the pleasure was sure to overcome it soon. That was always the way with your husband. The way his cock rubbed against your gummy walls was the best feeling. The only thing that was sitting on your mind other than feeling of his cock inside you was the fact that he was not moving.

"Nanami why aren't you moving ."

"Do you want me to then princess"

"..."

"If you want something you must learn to ask for it princess maybe even beg"

You knew exactly what he wanted from you. You kinda didn't want to but you were quick to give in. If that is what he wanted. You put on a cute face and batted you lashes.

"Please get me pregnant honey"

He wasted no time thrusting his swollen cock in and out of you. Tears started to fill your eyes as his paced quickened. Your moans mixed in with him grunting echoed through out the bathroom traveling further. His glasses slowly falling off of his face. You take them off one hand holding onto his neck. You were so close but your back continues to hit the shower wall.

"H-Honey can we ta- ah"

Your husband stops his pace to letting you breathe. It took you a few minuets to catch your breath. You could feel your self tightening around him.

"What is t-groans "

"sorry "

"what's the matter princess"

"Can we go to the bed my backs hurting"

"Sure we can princess"

He leaves a kiss on your lips before taking you out of the bathroom into the bedroom.

a/n : This was hard as fuck. I went weak at the end. I'm sorry 🙏

[xob1tchs]

hi !! can u do angst for ethan?? where hes really distant & the reader thinks hes cheating because it really seems like it but in the end its all a big misunderstanding! thank you! ♥️♥️

seal your fate

fem!reader x ethan landry

warnings; sexual implications, jumping to conclusions, im no good at angst, litro wrote it and posted it so spelling and grammar errors!

a/n; I hope this is what u wanted, even though I did change it a little, or at least close :p and sorry it’s like super short but I’m really not good at tear jerking angst or like tooth rotting fluff. also title inspired by this

It’s been months since you met Ethan. Months of back and forth, and lingering touches at a frat parties. Compared to the troubles of your past, Ethan had become an easy constant in your life.

Through jokes of more, or Tara and her constant teasing – friendship had grown into a fit of butterflies in the pit of your stomach if he so much as glanced at you. Your friends swore it was obvious that Ethan was beginning to feel the same way; and you’d began to believe that. Now your mind is muddled with doubt, and your finger are wrapped around a solo cup a little too hard.

A ginger has her thin arms slung around Ethan’s neck, the boys back pressed to a door frame. Ethan’s hands are hovering awkwardly in the air, and he looks flustered. He really looks uncomfortable. You just can’t see past the way the girl fawns, glossy lips spreading into a charming smile as she teases him. Blush spreads across his nose bridge, and he does that thing where he chuckles, nervously tugging the hair at the nape of his neck.

Your fingers tingle at a memory the scene strikes, one wherein you straddled Ethan’s lap - and toyed with the curly hair in that same spot, lips slotted between his like a puzzle piece, breathing in his quiet whines and pleas for more.

You turn to the guy at your side, lips etching into a tight smile, before you bid a quick goodbye and head for the kitchen - tossing your full cup into the overflowing trash can and slipping out the patio door.

You’re not even out of the yard when your phone pings from your pocket, a text that has you frowning lighting up your phone

e 😵‍💫 : where r you??

and for the first time in months, you leave him on read.

Weeks of avoiding, and missed calls don’t seem to deter Ethan. He’s relentless in his efforts to get a reply from you, to the point that he has chad questions you and your reasons for ignoring his new best friend. It’s frustrating, and you actually want to laugh aloud when Mindy corners you in the bathroom, prying at you for an answer.

“He’s not as into me as you think okay, just stop pressing me” you rolled your eyes, demanding she not bring it up again. For once — Mindy actually listened to you. Or so you thought.

Walking along aisles and aisles full of textbooks and biographies, you let out a frustrated groan, glancing down to the paper in your hand and back up at the shelf. You squint at the spines, reading off titles and authors quietly until you reach the end of the section your book should be in. Crumpling the paper in your fist you spin on your heel, ready to give up when your slammed into a firm chest, and large hands wrap around your biceps.

Warmth fills your veins, and your body relaxes into the embrace on impact, eye lids fluttering closed when the scent of his after shave fills your head.

Your body collides with the books shelf, his hands caging you in, dark eyes glaring down at you. Rarely have you ever seen Ethan upset. The way his jaw clenched as he contemplates what to say to you has your breath a little uneven, and you can’t help but swoon, you’ve been without Ethan for far too long – even if you’re the reason for not seeing him.

“Why’re you telling Mindy I’m not into you?”

“ ‘cause you’re not Ethan”

“What the hell are you talking about”

“I saw you at that party with that girl, she was very pretty E, you don’t need to act like you’re into me - if you’re worried it’ll make things awkward it won’t - ”

Ethan’s brows crease, a low groan slipping past his lips “What girl? There is no girl” with the way he’s looking down at you, it’s almost easy to believe you could be with him.

“Yes there was. I thought we had some sort of agreement, or that our feelings were mutual. I should’ve expressed I’m not interested in sharing, that’s completely my fault -“

“Good god, Shutup with whatever you’re on about, and please believe me when I tell you; I’m not interested in sharing either, and whatever you think you saw was not what it looked like because I am really fucking into you”

Your lips part in shock, face flushing red, eyes widening as you stare up him, watching as his lips etch into the sly smirk you’ve been deprived of “you want me, you’ve got me” he mumbles, head tilting downwards ever so slightly, lips gently pecking yours.

“but! you can’t introduce me as your boyfriend”

you frown

“it’s gotta go like “this is my husband Ethan” or something”

[i-messed-up-big-time]

Baby Me

Sylus x fem!Reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood (reader is on their period), explicit content, MDNI

tags: fluff, smut

word count: 1389 (I know, very short)

a/n: back with another drabble! This time I'm going to attempt to write in third person the entire time. Please bear with me I just a girl 😭 also, i tried to make this pure fluff but the demons in my head told me to make it spicy (this is my first time ever writing smth with some smut so pls forgive me if it sounds unnatural/weird)

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Y/N was in the middle of a heated battle with the blankets when that all too familiar pain hit.

Ugh please no. I thought it wasn't due until next week. She thought to herself as the cramps kicked in.

Groaning she rolls over trying to get out of bed, totally forgetting about that battle with the blankets that got her tangled up with the sheets.

THUD

Y/N fell off the bed, very ungracefully. Rubbing the sore spot on her head.

"Could this day get any better?!" It was as if the heavens were mocking her, she got up and saw the big splotch of red staining the sheets.

Tears started to well up in her eyes as the mood swings kicked in, but before she had the chance to start crying the door to the bedroom opened.

"Everything all right kitten?" The scene before him was a sight to behold, there stood Y/N wrapped in a blanket almost in tears.

He couldn't stop the laugh that escaped his lips. Unfortunately, that sent you over the edge and the tears started to fall.

Taken aback by your sudden crying, Sylus moves forward to embrace you. From the side of his eye he notices the blood stained sheets, he signals Mephisto to go out on a mission.

Taking you into his arms, he carries you to the bathroom and gently sets you down on the counter. He grabs ahold of your face and wipes your tears, placing a light kiss on your lips.

"I'm sorry kitten, I didn't mean to make you upset." He said in a low voice. Pouting, you wrap your arms around him and lay your head on his chest. Silently accepting his apology even though it wasn't that big of a deal.

Sylus runs his fingers through your hair, the feeling bringing you comfort, the moment being ruined by those damned cramps.

Groaning you fist his shirt in your hands trying to find a position that hurts less. Sylus gently pushes you back to attempt to go and start the bath but you refuse to let him go.

"Can't you just stay here and hold me." You look up at him with pleading eyes, he lets out a slight chuckle before gathering you in his arms again.

"Let me run you a bath kitten, I'm all yours today." You cling to him like a koala, relaxing in his arms as he swiftly maneuvers through the bathroom to get the bath going.

He sets you down at the edge of the tub, and starts removing your clothes before settling you into the warm water. He then removes his own clothes and joins you in the bath, settling in behind you.

Sylus is gentle with his touch, taking his time getting you cleaned up. His fingers massage your scalp as he lathers up your hair with that shampoo he likes.

Leaning back into him you let out a hum of satisfaction, the warm water helping in minimizing the pain in your abdomen.

Once he's done getting the both of you clean, he lifts you out of the tub and dries you off before drying himself off. As you change into your PJs, Sylus is draining the tub and placing the dirty clothes into the laundry basket.

Guiding you back to bed, he pulls the sheets back and helps you into bed before climbing in himself. He wraps his arms around you and places his hands on your abdomen, massaging it to help ease the dull ache of pain.

Your breathing starts to slow as you feel your body relax, the tension and pain leaving. Sylus' warm embrace making you feel safe and secure.

You turn around in his embrace and place your hands on his chest. Looking up at his face, you noticed that his eyes are closed.

"Why don't you take a picture if you're going to keep staring?" He spoke without even opening his eyes. You let out a small laugh before reaching up and placing a kiss on his cheek.

His eyes snap open, a mischievous look in them. He wraps his arms tighter, pulling you flush against him and he takes your lips into a soft kiss.

His hands start roaming up and down your back before slipping underneath your shirt. You let out a soft groan, the action giving Sylus the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

He pulls away after a bit and cages you under him, one arm holding him up while the other rests on your waist.

He captures your lips in another kiss, this one filled with more desire than the first. You bring your hands up to his hair, tangling your fingers in them and pulling on it.

Sylus lets out a deep groan pulling back from the kiss.

"You're playing a dangerous game kitten." He leans back down to your neck, placing kisses before he bites down.

You let out a moan, your hands moving down to grip his shirt. You pull on it to signal him to take it off. He complies and takes it off in one swift movement.

You eye him down, trailing your hands up and down his chest. You look up at him and notice his eyes watching your every move.

You take this opportunity to push him onto his back before climbing on top, straddling his waist. You slowly take off your top to tease him.

"I'm not that patient of a man kitten." Sylus groans out from under you. Leaning forward you place kisses on his jaw before trailing down near the waistband oh his pants.

You can see his erection, dying to be let free. You place a soft kiss on his dick through the pants, hearing him hiss above you had you feeling hot and bothered.

You start sucking him through his pants, feeling him get harder and more frustrated as time passed. It wasn't long before he grabbed your hair and made you look up at him from your position between his legs.

"Enough teasing kitten, you don't want to switch positions now do you? He threatened, you quickly complied because it's not everyday you get to pleasure Sylus.

Pulling down his pants, you take a moment to admire his length and the precum leaking out the tip. You swipe your tongue across the tip savouring his taste.

You slowly take him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his length. Sylus tangles his fingers in your hair, forcing himself to not fuck your mouth right then and there, he wanted to savour the feeling of your lips on him.

"Just like that, take it all." You weren't even halfway down his length before feeling his tip poke the back of your throat, trying to relax your throat you took him in deeper. Tears formed at the corner of your eyes as you struggled to breathe a bit.

"Good girl." Sylus praised you, the simple praise caused an insatiable heat to pool in your belly. Moaning, you picked up the pace. Bobbing your head up and down while your hands worked to pump the rest of him that wouldn't fit in your mouth.

His fingers tightened their hold on your hair, thrusting his hips up slightly to meet your pace.

"Make sure you take it all kitten." He growled, feeling himself get closer to release. You took him in nice and deep, sucking harder than before pushing him closer to the edge. Your hands moved lower to massage his balls before he let out a loud moan and released himself straight down your throat causing you to choke a bit.

He pulled himself out of your mouth, pulling you up onto his lap. He grabbed a few tissues from the bedside table and wiped your mouth before giving you a glass of water.

"You did so well kitten." He whispered, stroking your hair as he pulled you closer to his chest. Leaning back he adjusted himself and pulled the covers over you both.

You snuggled into his chest, your throat a little too tired to form any words, but you and Sylus didn't need to speak to understand what you wanted to say.

He wrapped his arm around your waist while the other rubbed up and down your back lovingly, lulling you into a deep sleep.

[sangoqueenkoko]

KAMISATO AYATO

“Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up.”

Fluff

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Drabble prompt: page 1: #14 = “Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up.”

Warnings? A sad and tired Ayato :(

Contains a mention of Thoma, Ayaka, and Ayato of course!

701 words.

please note before reading🔻🔻

(i wrote this within two hours with neuvillette idle in the background, “MELUSINES-” shush! and i am really not a fan of this. so it may be rewritten at some point.)

High summer in Inazuma cannot be pleasant for some. Most houses in the city would have the appropriate conditions for such weathers like this. From the small houses just outside the city, all the way to Tenshukaku. As well as the Kamisato Estate.

But the pros of the weather being like this is that it should be cooler in the evenings. Where the sun’s rays shine behind Mt. Yougou, peaking around into the Estates windows. It was warm, but not too warm. It gave the light breeze the lovely warm and fresh feel as the sky slowly gets darker. It was lovely.

Inside the Estate, usually full of the sounds of quiet conversations, quiet and tidy house cleaning, and the fluid yet neat sounds of a thin brush scribbling on some paper. Important paper.

And the person who writes on that important paper is your beloved husband, Kamisato Ayato. The Yashiro Commissioner. The two of you had been married for almost 4 years now. The best 4 years, actually.

Ayaka looked up at you like an older sibling, someone who she turned to when she didn’t or couldn’t want to talk to Ayato or Thoma about something. And of course, to Thoma, you were like another best friend.

No one on the streets of Inazuma could speak of Ayato’s name without thinking of you. And vice versa. Two peas in a pod.

Ahem. Anyway.

Today has been a particularly warm and busy day for the Commissioner, a couple of meetings he had to attend, a trip into the city, and as always, some papers to fill in. So he was pretty spent on energy. All he wanted to do was wind down and relax with his beloved spouse.

Even that wasn’t easy. Just when he was about to finish his last thing for the day, it being the paper work, he realised that he made a spelling mistake. Which was rare even for him. Seeing how well he does his work first time around, it’s odd to see him make such mistakes. This only upset him more. He had to redo that before he could do anything else.

Now he was testy, in general and while trying not to mess up again.

After reading so, so very closely to the first version of the paper, and peaking his concentration, his energy was drained more. And after what felt like an eternity, he was finally finished. Meaning that he could finally be with you.

He finished his bathroom and bedroom routine before going into your shared bedroom.

It felt like a ton had been taken off his shoulders as he realised that he could now relax.

“You feel tense, dearest” you said as he held your hand before kissing the back of it softly, “was today Okay?” You asked with a sweet smile. One that he always melted at the sight of.

He sighed before replying, “the usual.” You know what that meant. You knew it was busy and stressful. But you also knew that he knew how to separate his work life from his home life, therefore he would have time for home life.

But seeing as he had done most of his work today, he could have some time off tomorrow yo actually rest and recharge. And seeing how stressed yet tired he had been as of late. You had a plan for next morning.

You went to sleep that night ready to take action of the plan.

And Ayato went to sleep unaware.

Next morning, after informing Thoma and the rest of the Estate staff of your plan, you got into action. Your idea was to give him… a small spa day. A secluded one to keep away outside business that did not need to be near at all time like this.

“Ayatooo~” you said quietly as the warm sun rays came through the rooms window, “I have a day planned for you.”

He would open his eyes to see that you had your hair pulled back away from your face with a face mask on.

“I figured that you could use some… stress relief.”

To his ‘amusement,’

“please tell me, this is not why you woke me up.”

whoops, it’s shit!

so sorry

[multifandomlover01]

It Was Always You

Spencer Reid x Female!Reader (not explicitly AFAB…I don’t think…)

Established Relationship

Warnings: mentions of Lila Archer (Amber Heard by extension), but it’s in a negative light basically, also kinda anti-JJ? For plot convenience? Just a bit? But does it makes any sense? Maybe not Oops. Derek is mentioned possibly being his typical jerky teasing self. Also mentions of S1 Spencer being a bit of a creep technically (ooc? Maybe I dunno) but S5 Spencer is remorseful about it at least

WC: 506

Summary: Spencer is concerned being back in LA with the same detective as a case from years ago might bring up some memories for her…but some memories end up coming back for him instead (that’s…not what it sounds like lol I swear. Spencer feels nothing for Lila this is fluff not angst)

Eps: 1x18, 5x7

GIF credit: onscreenkisses

GIF credit: criminalmindscaps

🤷🏻‍♀️ it’s from the ep, it’s good enough

(Also neither gif was made by me I just found them)

“Does it uh…bother you? Being here? With…with the same detective as…that time?” Spencer asked you as you sat next to each other at the table in the area of the precinct that was set up for the BAU.

You glanced up at him.

“No. Why would it?”

“Well you…um…got quite upset last time…”

“I had no right to be upset.”

“Yes you did.” Spencer shot back.

“No. I didn’t. It’s not like you were cheating on me. We didn’t get together until after.” You shot right back at him.

“But if you hadn’t gotten upset and I hadn’t gotten concerned…we might not have gotten together.”

“That’s one way to think about it, I suppose.”

“Did it bother you that JJ brought it up?”

“Why would it?”

“She didn’t need to bring up that the detective was the same as the stalker case.”

“She was merely saying there was some familiarity.” You shrugged.

“No. She wasn’t.” There was a bit of a bite to his words.

“She wasn’t? What was she doing then?”

“Being antagonistic.”

“No. She wasn’t.” You shook your head.

“Yes she was. She knew what she was doing. You were in the bathroom and she asked me if I’d ever called Lila. It was completely inappropriate when she’d known we were together since a week after the case wrapped up. I mean why the hell would I call her when I’m in a relationship with you? And it’s not like she called me when she was in DC. She never really cared about me. I was just some…novelty toy to her.” He grimaced. “But you know I uh I never really cared if she called me or saw me again or not. I only cared about you…when she kissed me…I wished it was you. I know I told you that at the time but…it’s still true. And I told you this at the time too but I feel the need to reiterate it: I do not prefer her over you. You are the only girl that I have ever wanted to be with.”

“I know that, hon.” You reassured him as you placed a hand on his arm.

“And if Morgan says anything, I swear I’m gonna…” he trails off.

“What?” You ask, curious.

“Be very cross with him. Especially if he mentions bikinis.”

“She was in a tv show that took place on a beach, if I remember correctly…was it not appropriate for her to wear a bikini?” You questioned, slightly confused.

“I saw her in one and Morgan made fun of my blush but…I wasn’t exactly looking at her…I was imagining what you’d look like in a bikini.”

You chuckle. “What? Really?”

“Yeah. The more I talk about this, the more pathetic I sound…” Spencer turns away from you slightly, trying to hide his shame.

“No, no…well…maybe a little but it’s ok.”

“No it’s not ok. God I feel like such a creep.”

“Ok so yeah imagining another woman while you look at and kiss a woman is…kinda…two layers of…questionable…”

He groaned.

[hanzhen0506]

~’Let Me Earn that Trust Back’~

Hello! Its Zhan! Ive been thinking of a idolShinyu! X manager reader for a while so I hope you like this. Also im obsessed with Shinyu at Yonsei’s performance 😍

Warnings: Smut! p in v, slight exhibitionism and unprotected sex (Be safe!!!) you are responsible in reading this!

You are one of the manager of TWS, yet you are also a proud girlfriend of TWS’s leader Shinyu. They have gotten a chance to perform in Yonsei university and you nor did the group refuse the invitation. On the day of the performance, rehearsal’s were held. You were in charge of the stage; so the safety of the members on the stage, when confetti or other things can come out and positioning the members. Yonsei’s stage work though had many options lights, confetti’s, smoke and other things were being tried on. But what you didnt expect was water sprinkling.

Thats what happen to you, in the middle of rehearsal break. You took the chance to check on the stage work yourself, standing on the stage and writing down on your clipboard, taking notes. A few of the students watch, while interacting with the members cheering and screaming for their names. “Can we try the confetti again?” You said on your mic and the staff gave an okay, releasing the confetti close to you. “Okay! Whats a water sprinkler?” You asked. “Let me show you!” The guy backstage said turning on the said machine. Suddenly you were splashed with water and you shouted in panic. “Stop!” “Sorry,” He gave you an apologetic bow and you nodded back.

“You okay?” Shinyu asked behind you as you hum in response. “Im just- soak.” You looked at yourself papers from the clipboard wet and you realize your tank top was seeing through from your white outer. You sigh in realization. “Hold this.” You said giving the clipboard to Shinyu, and unbuttoning your outer. You fold it neatly as students were muttering on your body. Amazed. Shinyu frown, standing infront of the crowd covering you. “Shinyu-ya! Your manager is really pretty!” One of the female students shouted out. “Is she your girlfriend?”

“Is she single?” He acted angry in a jokingly manner and covered you with his jacket, you laugh at the scene following him to the back of the stage. “Was someone jealous?” You try to tease him. He pout and then took you to the nearest bathroom, you gave an O reaction realizing what he want to do.

“Please, dont do that.” He mumbled.

“Hm? I didnt hear that,” you said, holding his shoulders and turning him around. He look at you, pouting and hugged you. “Dont wear a tank top and take off your outer.”

“Hm? But I thought you liked my outfit?”

“I-I do its just… I dont want other people to see you like that. Just me,”

“But Baby, your the only one who seen more than that.” You trace his buldge as he started to whimper. “Your making me upset, do you really not trust me?” You continued tracing till you reach his zipper. “Ah!”

“Let me earn that trust back.” You slid down his pants and boxers revealing his hard cock. After pulling off your pants, jacket and tank top off you tried to go on your knees but Shinyu suddenly pulled you inside one of the toilet space. He closed the toilet lid and took a seat there, pulling you with him. “Ride me Darling.” You finally entered him and he moan on your tight gummy walls squeezing him in. You moan loud too, loving Shinyu’s cock that hit all the spots in you. “Darling, please ride me.” He beg and you smiled, kissing him on the lips before you lift yourself and drop down. He groaned at the feeling and hold your hips tight, helping along bouncing up and down.

“Yeah bro thats crazy.” Suddenly some students came inside the bathroom, Shinyu closed his mouth with his hands as you both stayed still, not wanting to get caught. “I can’t believe the teacher would do that to us.” The student said to his friend.

“Oh, by the way did you heard, there was this hot manager near the stage, and she took her outer and Wew! She looked sexy, even though with a tank top on.” Shinyu gritted his teeth and you softly chuckled, grabbing his chin with 2 fingers you brought it close to your face. “Look baby, their talking about me.” You whispered.

“I wonder how she will look like without a tank top.” His friend said and laugh. You smirk and start to rock your hips to his cock unexpectedly, making him startled and groan, he tried to cover up by hiding on your neck but it was clear enough for the students to notice. “Woah!” The said students look around and found the pile of clothes on the floor at the corner. “Sorry for interrupting bro, Hope you enjoy!” He said taking his friend and leaving the bathroom. Shinyu release with a sigh as you giggled, continuing to bounce “It seems they didnt mind.”

“I hate you,” he mumbled putting his face back at your neck. You coo at his red face, think he’s so cute being embarrassed and flustered. “Ill make it up to you.” You said speeding up, he groan upon noticing the increasing speed, absentmindedly he groped your boobs making you moan out in response. “Fuck! Just like that baby, whos a good boy?”

“Mnghh, me” he mumbled, thrusting his hip up to you. You look down and took his face with your hands, admiring his features, his bangs, the pink blush spreading on his face, eyes closing shut and mouth agape feeling himself close. You move his bangs away and smiled. “There’s my pretty boy, have I earn your trust? Do you think that you trust me enough to make you cum now?”

“Yes..”

“Then go ahead, prove it to me, inside.” You said closely to his ear and it was enough to make him cum. His white semen filling you up as you moan at the feeling, reaching your high too in the process. You relax yourself on him as he held you tight, not letting go or taking his dick out yet. “I love you,” he quietly confess and you kissed him back in response. Taking a moment to enjoy each other’s presence before going back to rehearsals.

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(Please do not steal my works!)

[cakerybakery]

Adam seemed quite upset over the idea of going on a date with Lucifer in public. It wasn’t like Adam objected to the date because he didn’t want to go out with Lucifer. He rather enjoyed dating Lucifer. The dates though, they had always been on the quiet side because Adam still wasn’t quite used to the fact he was dating a man.

He was quite used to get fucked by one but there was a difference between the bedroom and dinner at a restaurant.

So Lucifer thought his plan was ingenious. Adam was still a little in the closet, that was fine. Lucifer knew he looked good in a dress.

Although, if he was honest, it had been a while. Lilith had done his make up and it was for a ball in the Lust ring. He’d been forced to ask Charlie for a bit of help when magic had left him looking a little more like face paint at a child’s birthday party than sexy temptress.

“We’ll go light, okay?” Charlie moved his face about and applied a tiny terrifying brush rather close to his eyeball. “You and I don’t exactly need more blush. And your eyelids are already purple.” She muttered a small thank you for not inheriting that feature from Lucifer. He had to sit still as she applied lipstick next.

Then she attacked his hair as Vaggie was picking out a dress from the ones he’d bought because he wasn’t sure what to wear.

Charlie was stronger than she looked as she held him in a chokehold and worked out a knot he was sure he’d had since 1785.

He was tossed in the bathroom with the clothing and told not to mess up his hair and make up.

Finally getting a breath, he leaned back against the counter. Maybe he was being silly. Lucifer could just wear a suit and make Adam have to face the fact that sometimes, his boyfriend wanted to be seen out in public with him.

Still, he’d come this far and only if he was completely ugly would he take it off.

He dropped the housecoat and took off his boxers. Lucifer slipped the panties on and did up the matching lace bra. It wasn’t like he had anything to show off, but it should give the illusion of a chest anyways.

Stepping into the white sundress, Lucifer pulled it up. He fiddled with the bow but it felt lopsided. The girls would probably have to do it for him. Lucifer checked over his shoulder at the bow and was startled.

Not by the bow, but by himself.

A pretty woman looked back as him in the mirror.

Lucifer turned around fully and the bra worked like expected. Gave him the appearance of breasts. The dress tucked in at his waist and settled at his hips, he had a lovely figure apparently. Charlie had done a nice job on his makeup, as little of it as there was. He had eyelashes, who knew?

He already knew his hair was short. It looked cute all fluffy down though.

When he came out, Lucifer was nervous. He achieved his goal, he just didn’t expect to be quite as pretty as he was.

“Oh.” Charlie’s eyes went wide and a hand went to cover her mouth for an excited, “Wow. Dad, you look lovely.”

Lucifer blushed gold and Vaggie agreed with Charlie.

Vaggie fixed the red bow on the back of the dress and helped tuck a bra strap under a dress strap as Charlie fussed with the lines of the dress and made sure they were straight.

His boots didn’t match and Charlie lent him a pair of strappy black sandals. His normal hat also didn’t match so with a bit a magic he turned it into a sun hat.

Adam was waiting impatiently in the lobby and the guys and Niffty were trying to mollify him.

“Perfection can take time.” Angel, whom knew from the designs on the bags brought back to the hotel over the last few days that Lucifer definitely wasn’t coming down in a suit like Adam thought he was, was grinning widely.

Husk just uh huhed and gave Angel a side eyed glare. He didn’t know about the underwear or dresses but suspected Angel knew more than he was letting on.

“I really don’t see the point of being nervous about the whole thing.” Alastor shrugged, “just murder anyone that dares to mock you. Crush them under the heel of your boot and make them scream and beg for a mercy that will not come. It’s what I would do.”

Niffty giggled as everyone else took a step back.

Charlie and Vaggie stepped out of the lobby elevator first and Adam sighed. He left the bar and stuck his hands in his suit pants pockets. He hated dressing up in fancy modern clothing. It was more restrictive than his robes and casual clothing.

He was handsome, of course, but he wished they could have just going bowling or some shit instead of having reservations at some highbrow fancy ass restaurant.

Adam opened his mouth to speak but his jaw dropped when the girls parted and a beautiful woman stood behind them. For a second Adam thought that Charlie had a sister no one told him about, but the golden blush gave away the woman’s angelic blood.

“Lucifer?” He looked his boyfriend up and down. “Oh shit, you have to fuck me looking like that later.”

Various tones of “Adam!” Sounded off around the room and Adam realized he spoke out loud.

Lucifer just grinned devilishly, grabbed Adam by the lapels and pulled him into a kiss that made Lucifer have to reapply his lipstick before tugging Adam along behind him out to the waiting limo by the tie like a leash.

“Oh you can count on that, handsome.”

[damn-stark]

Chapter 31 All through the night

Chapter 31 of Sugar

A/N- Last fluff filled chapter, next are all angst 🫢

Warning- Swearing, angst, pregnancy, FLUFF, talks of drinking, spoilers!! LONG CHAPTER, NFSW makeup sex, back shots, p in v, I guess you don’t have to wrap it when you already got yo girl pregnant

Pairing- Choso x Gojo!fem-reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Episode and or chapters-

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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As soon as you wake up you see an empty spot next to you on the bed where Choso is supposed to be.

Perhaps he’s in the bathroom?

However, when you peek in the bathroom's general direction the lights are off, so he’s not in the room. That’s weird. If Choso isn’t asleep by the time you wake up he’s usually holding you in his arms lost in thought whilst he watches you sleep. He does usually like to go off and make breakfast while you’re asleep, but as you sniff the air you don’t get a whiff of breakfast.

There isn’t even a note on the nightstand. This must mean you really upset him after turning down his proposal. But in your case, it was a pity proposal.

You deserve better than that, don’t you?

Regardless, considering there’s no one to cuddle with, you get up and do your morning routine. When you finally walk out of your room you intend to wake up Satori or tell her to start getting ready for breakfast, but when you’re in the hall you notice that her door is creaked open and the lights are off, so she’s awake too. You can’t say it’s weird that she doesn't wake you up in your room because she stopped walking in your room in the morning after Suguru died.

Is she downstairs watching TV? You ask yourself before you head down and walk to the living room in search of your daughter.

Nevertheless, the living room is empty, and you hear nothing from the kitchen or her playroom. So she must be outside.

Thus you check the courtyard in case she’s climbing the giant tree in the middle.

But it’s empty. Okay? You’ll look elsewhere now.

She better not be with her pony, she never likes to leave him after going to see him. He gets lonely, she says, so she always makes it a battle, and it especially happens when you have something to do!

But whatever, you cling onto a knitted blanket for warmth and walk out in search of her. You’ll look for Choso after, or call him. He might have left if he’s that upset…

Nevertheless, much to your relief when you walk away from the front of your house you spot Choso and Satori by the lake watching something you can’t make out from where you stand.

Now you could walk back inside and wait for them to return, but your curiosity doesn’t leave room for much debate so before you know it you walk towards them with a warm smile decorating your features.

And of course, Satori is the first one to notice you. “Mommy! Come look!” She exclaims with her eyes wide and gleaming like twinkling stars, and a bright smile on her face.

Choso peers over his shoulder and much to your surprise he offers you a gentle smile before he looks back at what Satori is also watching.

“What are you two doing out here so early in the morning? It’s cold out,” you interject and hold tighter onto your blanket for more warmth.

“Just come!” Satori gives you insight which only excites you more so you quicken your pace to a hurried walk.

Once you reach the pair, Satori grabs your hand and pulls you down. “Look!” She shouts and points to a family of swans in the distance. “I saw them fly to the lake earlier and I came to see them from up close.”

Your smile softens as you’re struck with awe at the beautifully serene sight of a mother swan swimming with four little babies on her back, while her much bigger partner swims next to her.

“Choso tried to go catch a little baby swan, but uh,” she starts to laugh. “He started getting chased.”

“Awe,” you coo and touch your chest as you look at Choso with pity. “Honey.”

He smiles and shrugs. “I should have known. Satori warned me.”

“Did you get bit?” You ask and slip your hand away from Satori to sit down next to Choso, not caring if the ground is a little moist from the morning dew.

“No, the swans stopped chasing me after I put some distance between them,” he says, making you chuckle.

“Missed you in bed when I woke up,” you comment and just slightly squint your gaze to see if he’ll show some signs of being upset.

“Oh, sorry I was going to make breakfast, but that’s when I caught Satori putting her boots on to come outside and she invited me,” he shares and stops crouching to sit next to you on the ground. He meets your gaze with a soft look that can’t be shaken, and now as you hold his sweet brown eyes you feel guilty for being so quick to turn him down last night.

Why is he not mad though?

“I'm sorry about last night,” you tell him softly as you begin to fiddle with the edge of the blanket wrapped around you. “I was a bit rude when turning you down.”

Satori glances back as her curiosity is piqued, but she doesn’t dare chime in. Nor do you tell her anything.

“It’s alright,” he assures you with complete sincerity. You can tell, it’s easy to tell if he’s still hurt by his face. He might be nonchalant, but he’s very expressive. “It took me some time at night, but I understand now.”

You draw out a deep relieved breath and without saying anything you lean over and wrap your arms around him to take him in for a gentle embrace. “Thank you,” you whisper in his ear.

Choso’s smile widens and as he returns your embrace he gives you a little squeeze. “There’s nothing to thank, but of course.”

You turn your head and press a peck on the side of his neck before you pull back and turn around to lay back against him and watch the family of swans in the distance enjoying their morning.

“I had a dream I was a swan once,” you share randomly. “It was quite weird.”

“I dreamed about that pirate you love so much,” Choso shares quite bothered

“Oh?” You grin and tilt your head back to look at him. “Did you fight him in my honor in your dream or what?”

He scoffs. “I wish. I don’t remember it anymore. It was stupid and I was angry.”

You hum and look back ahead. “I wish I could dream about what you did. Maybe I’d change it so we sail off into the sunset.” You joke around, and Choso of course groans in protest.

“I dreamed I fed Christina, the chicken a piece of chicken and I cried because I felt bad,” Satori shares over her shoulder, but then she blinks and looks down. “Oh wait,” she quickly backtracks and purses her lips. “It was real.”

You and Choso laugh, and much to your surprise Satori giggles along with you.

When your laughs die down a moment of silence passes and you continue to watch the swans. After a while, you start to notice Choso become fidgety, his touch stiffens and then softens again. He swallows thickly and takes a deep breath that makes you move as his chest rises and falls. You try to pay attention to the scenery ahead, but all his moving is making you uncomfortable, so you sit up and slowly churn your head to look at him with a sassy look.

“Are you okay?” You quiere.

Choso meets your gaze and swallows thickly, making you peel your eyes wider to pass a pressing look.

He doesn’t answer though, he drops his head and brushes back the hair that drapes over his eyes.

You don’t worry even if you should start to, instead your eyebrows pinch together as you grow confused. You part your lips to call his name, but he then lifts his head and you notice that adoration and anxiety storm in his rich honey-like brown eyes.

“Marry me,” he blurts, causing your annoyance to be forgotten, and Satori’s attention to be completely stolen by his words too.

“Because I love you,” he continues to say in a honey-laced voice that makes you just feel adored. “Because I want to spend the rest of my life with you because I want to be by your side until my last breath and my heart stops beating. Marry me so we can live out our future that I dream of. I know we haven’t been together long, I know you might say that if we live through the battle between evil I’ll have the chance to know the world and other people, but I know what I want, I know that no soul in this world will ever measure up to you. Marry me so even if I meet my fate I’ll forever be your husband.”

Well, that totally knocked last night's proposal out of the park. You weren’t expecting a proposal so soon even if you know how much he loves you.

“Choso,” you gasp and feel your eyes sting as tears begin to form in your eyes.

Said man digs his hand in his pocket to pull out a small black velvet box that you know only contains one thing. One incredible thing.

“I bought it before our first date because I was certain I wanted forever with you,” he whispers before he opens the box and shows off a beautiful white gold ring that has an intricate hand-engraving in the band, while the borders are subtle milgrain, and a bright round diamond shines in the center.

“Oh, Choso,” you coo and touch your heart. “I…” you trail off as your breath is stolen from the disbelief, so you nod eagerly.

Choso’s nervous smile spreads to a grin and his eyes fill with happy tears. You’re at such a loss for words and pumped with so much rushing excitement that all you know is the sound of your rammering heart, and how much you want him; at this moment not sexually, you want him in a simple way, you want to feel his warmth, his touch on yours, his comfort, his attention, and his undying love, you want him forever. There’s nothing you ever wanted more, and marrying him is a guarantee for forever and all you want from him.

You probably could say all of that in so many ways, ways that go beyond nodding, but you share it all by throwing yourself on him. And you only manage to not fall back because he holds on tight.

“Thank you,” he whispers as he holds onto your neck and nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck. “Thank you.”

You blink with surprise and pull back to face him and question him. “For what?”

He grabs your left arm and pulls your hand to him to cup it in the warmth of his flesh before he gives you a sweet answer. “For making me happy.”

You flash him a beaming grin and he mirrors your gesture and keeps that charming grin on his face as he pulls the ring off the box and slips it on your finger.

“Perfect fit,” you assure him because if you didn't say it you know that’s something he would probably be worried about. “It’s beautiful, Cho.”

“You really like it?” He asks with insecurity. “I know you like pretty expensive stuff and this—”

“It’s perfect,” you cut him off and finally lean in to take him in for a deep passionate kiss that you have to cut short because of who else is with you.

“Yay!” Satori cheers and claps her hands, breaking Choso and you apart. “Congratulations Mommy!”

You meet her gaze and ask her the most important question. “Does this make you happy?”

She glances at Choso and then at you and nods without thinking about it. “Yes, because you’re happy.”

“Oh,” you coo and crawl to her to embrace her. “Thank you, my sweet girl. And just so know,” you trail off into a whisper. “I will always love your father. He will always hold a special place in my heart, okay? I will never ever forget him. And Choso will never be your father, but he will love you like one, is that okay?”

Satori draws in a deep breath and clutches onto you, but she doesn’t argue. “Yes. As long as he’s not mean to me.”

You giggle and pull back to caress her cheek. “Never,” you comfort her. “Now why don’t you congratulate Choso too, hm?”

She nods and scoots to the side as she keeps on holding you. “Congratulations Choso.”

You look over at your fiancé and see his cheeks flush. “Thank you, Satori. And just so you know, I will always love your mother, and I will always protect you too.”

“Mhm, okay,” she hums. “But did you ask my uncle Satoru’s permission? Because one time I saw a movie with my uncle Kento and the prince asked for permission from the princess' parents to marry her.”

You snort and he parts his lips and looks confused. “Uh—”

“Satori, he doesn't need to ask your uncle anything,” you correct her fantasy. “It is done, but in this instant, he does not.”

Her eyebrows furrow and she scoffs. “Well, when my boyfriend asks me to marry him I will tell him not to ask you.”

“Excuse me? First of all, who said you’ll get married? You’re going to live with me forever, until I grow old and need diapers,” you tease her and poke her side before you throw your arms around her and squeeze her, making her laugh.

“No, stop!” She says between laughs and pushes herself away, but grows sad. “Mom,” her voice quivers and she leans over to whisper in your ear. “You’ll always love me, right? You’ll never replace me if you have babies with Choso?”

You scoff and look at Satori as if she had hurt you. “Of course not. I would never ever replace you,” you whisper back. “You, like your dad, will always have a special place in my heart.” You assure her and offer her an adoring smile.

Satori smiles back and sighs with relief. She then turns around to face the lake after hearing all the reassurance to content her, and a minute later she jumps up.

“I’m going to bring some bread and bird food to feed the swans!” She blurts and runs off.

“Make it quick!” You shout back. “We’re going to make breakfast soon!”

“Yeah, yeah!”

You huff at her sassiness and watch her run off for a moment before you slowly turn your attention to Choso with a mischievous smile now that you’re alone.

“So where were we?” You coo and lean over to smash your lips on his.

Choso doesn’t protest, he’s aware of where you are and that you can be interrupted at any moment, but he needs you too. Last night he was left aching with only a few kisses and your embrace to tame his craving for you. And he can’t say he’ll reach his satisfaction right now either—the truth is he’ll never get enough of you, but right now just being able to feel your warm and wet lips move so in sync with his is enough.

Being able to feel the smoothness of your tongue graze his bottom lip satisfies a fraction of that ache that fiercely burns for you. Feeling that twinge of electricity, as you hold onto each other rushes through his veins, and hearing your soft whines as his tongue dances with yours makes his heart run so fast with excitement and satisfaction that a part of him thinks he might just die in your embrace.

Albeit, you both come back from the heaven you were getting lost in before your daughter could rejoin you, and try the wipe the trace of you still on his lips, but Choso grabs your wrist and kisses the tip of your fingers before closing the small gap and stealing more of that slickness on your lips.

“Choso,” you purr as he starts to move down past your lips. “This is why I’m pregnant, you know.” You giggle but instead of pulling away you wrap an arm around his neck and tilt your head away to give him easier access to your neck.

“Sorry,” his voice vibrates in your flesh as he talks against your skin. “I just need you all the time.”

Your face burns and a flustered smile tugs on your lips

“We should get married soon,” Choso manages to say as he’s kissing you. “I don’t want to go to this battle without being your husband.”

Maybe it’s the rush of hormones, or a rush of emotions as the big battle approaches, or maybe you just simply love him that much, but his suggestion sounds like an incredible idea. You can’t even think of saying no.

“Well it’s better than getting married in 6 or 7 months when I’m big and become the talk of the town,” you mention.

Choso stops pressing kisses against your flesh and you feel him smile a toothy grin against your skin. “I can’t wait to see you big,” he says, making you scoff and roll your eyes.

“I can wait,” you complain. “People say pregnancy is magical, and sure it’s special, but what about swollen feet? Breaking out like I’m going through puberty again. Needing to go to the bathroom every other minute, and now there’s two, so that means more pressure on my bladder!” You rant.

Choso pulls away and faces you with an amused smile, trying hard not to laugh at you.

“Oh and I doubt I’ll be able to even sit or lay down since getting off any surface will be hard as hell…can’t you carry them?”

Choso chuckles and grabs the blanket that slipped off your back to fix it back around your shoulders. “If I could, I probably would. Sorry darling.”

You pout and huff before you turn around to lay back on his lap so he can caress your head.

“I read the papers the doctor gave you, there wasn’t much information though,” Choso shares. “So I was hoping you could show me the books I need to read about, well, what will become of our lives.”

You smile in admiration and nod. “Yeah, I have a couple here that I read when I was expecting Satori.”

Choso hums and lets his eyes wander on your belly before he brings up his question. “You don’t have uh, morning sickness do you?”

He meets your gaze and you shake your head. “No, but it’s still pretty early on so we’ll see. And I never got them with Satori, I would get disgusted by stuff though, and I can’t see, smell, or eat those things til this day.”

“Like what things?” He asks as if he’s making a mental note. “Perhaps we should be careful when we meet up with the others.”

You chuckle and take his hand to press it against your heart. “Honey, it’s okay. I won’t just combust. Besides, things can be different this time around. Don’t stress yourself out just yet, the babies are not even here. That’s when we should worry.”

Choso smiles softly and reaches his hand over to feel your belly.

“Can you feel them?” You finally express the curiosity you’ve been dying to share. “With your technique?”

Choso’s eyes snap to you and he looks at you with shock and realization as if you had sparked the idea in his head.

Has he not thought of that before?

“Or are they too small?” You ask.

Choso adds a bit more pressure to your belly and loses his gaze on where he has his hands as he starts to concentrate. You’re tempted to blurt with a question, but you manage to bite your tongue and watch in silence.

The longer the takes the more impatient you get, and the more you start wondering why Satori is taking so long. Also, you’re starting to get hungry.

But you wait and not much longer you catch an awe-struck smile spread on Choso’s lips, and a glimmer grows in his eyes.

“Like my brothers, I can feel the twins too,” he muses. “I was so used to just feeling Yuji’s presence that I thought nothing of the additional two. Not until I concentrated.”

You beam and feel proud for him that he gets to have this special connection because he will get to cherish it for as long as they live.

“Now I will still get to feel them close to me when you leave,” he says and piques your curiosity.

“What do you mean?” You ask lightheartedly.

Choso meets your gaze and his eyebrows knit together. “Before the battle on the 24th?” He says as if it wasn’t obvious. But it wasn’t because what the hell does he mean by leave?

“I’m not leaving,” you clarify with a puzzled look as you sit up from his lap. “Who said I was? I thought we went over this.”

Choso blinks and nods. “Yes, that was before we found out you were pregnant. You won’t be out on any battlefield now that we know.”

What does he mean by won’t?

“I’m more than capable of protecting myself,” you argue with growing irritation since this is a recycled argument. “I’m not leaving just because I’m pregnant. People need me, there’s people depending on me.”

“Yes,” Choso snaps. “Your daughter, your people leaving the country, and our unborn children. They are depending on you to stay alive. You already died once, you almost died in Shibuya and both times were because of my father, I’m not going to risk your life now more than ever.”

You shake your head and part your lips to argue, but he cuts in to try and defend his case. “What if Noritoshi finds out and hurts you and the twins just to torture me or even one of our own brothers?”

“He won’t touch me this time, plus I won’t be alone,” you interject to get your point across. “He won’t hurt me. He has to pay for what he stole.”

Choso swallows thickly and his frustration starts to show in his pinched eyebrows, scrunched-up nose, and heavily seething glare that could probably kill.

“All right, you beat my father, but what about Sukuna? He can hurt the three of you,” he protests, but that does nothing to sway you in his direction. Call it stubbornness, or stupidity, but you can’t just sit back and do nothing while everyone else is fighting for their lives. Even if you are pregnant.

“And if I told you to come with me?” You blurt out of frustration at the fact that he’s not even trying to be reasonable with you. “If I told you to leave your brother behind so you can leave with me, would you?”

His breath hitches and this time he’s not quick to counter.

“The twins will need their father too,” you continue. “So what? It’s okay if you risk your life but not me? I know I may have not trained with my technique for as long as you did, but I am still a master at my cursed technique, I am well-versed in multiple fighting styles, and I carry high-class weapons in my cursed spirit. I am more than capable of staying to fight alongside you, my students, Itadori, my friends, and my brother. And if you don’t like that, well that’s too bad because the only way I'm leaving everyone behind is if you tie and force me. I doubt you’ll do it so I'm staying.”

Choso draws in a deep breath to get ready to argue, but at that moment Satori rejoins you.

“I’m back!” She announces herself.

You hold Choso’s gaze for a longing moment, knowing that he was far from done trying to win, but with Satori back neither of you continue, you just ignore the problem and feel a tension build between the two of you. A tension that Satori thankfully doesn’t notice, but one that immediately starts hurting the both of you.

Up until now, all your problems have been solved right away by talking to each other, but not this time, and it’s odd. He’s usually quiet, but this silence he holds is unbreakable; there’s no small comments or full conversations during breakfast. You get ready to leave to join the others, and he can barely even look at you. And the car ride to your current headquarters is almost painful.

You’re so tempted to apologize for perhaps not being understanding, but no matter how you try, your own frustration resurfaces, and chooses to keep the tense silence strong because you won’t give up your decision.

You only hope that no one senses your tension, you don’t want to be asked questions.

Then again those who will ask questions are probably the same ones you’re okay with knowing you’re expecting.

But still, it’s hard enough as it is, so it’s better not to be asked questions.

“Master!” Kirara greets the moment they spot you walking in.

You can’t help but grin and quicken your pace when you see both them and Harkari approaching you to meet them halfway with an embrace you give the both of them.

“Hello my star students,” you greet giddily and push your weight on their shoulders to hover over the ground and swing your legs, catching Satori making a beeline toward Shoko since she said she’d teach Satori some doctor stuff, and just briefly watching Choso walk away towards Itadori without a lingering glance your way.

“You ready to kick ass today?” You exclaim and push yourself off them to hit the ground and twirl around to face them. “I thought that we should practice your reflexes in a field training aspect just with the other three boys.”

“Hm, well as long as you’re ready to get your name taken master,” Hakari jokes around with you, making you chuckle.

“Just like we beat you in volleyball!” Kirara shows off proudly.

“Pft,” you blow out and shake your head. “Lucky win.”

Kirara smirks and grabs Hakari’s arm. “Luck was on our side, besides our hot fever.”

You roll your eyes and in that moment catch your brother approaching with a goofy smile on his pale face. “Y/N,” he interjects and waves. “I was hoping we could talk before you get busy.”

Well, there’s no point in trying to avoid or ignore him, he won’t leave you alone even if you try. Besides, what's the point of staying angry at Satoru? You just made up and soon your life will be in rambles due to the battle of the century. As long as his apology is genuine then you have no reason to stay upset.

“Why don’t you guys start stretching and do some meditation,” you tell Kirara and Hakari. “I’ll join you in a minute. And after our training, I do have something to tell you two so.”

“Like bad?” Kirara can’t help but ask.

You shake your head. “No, good news, so don’t worry.”

You turn away and follow your brother someplace more quiet and private where there’s no prying eyes or listening ears.

“How was yesterday?” You interject to not suffer in this tense silence between him and you.

Satoru scoffs. “A lot easier than fighting other sorcerers, that's for sure. But it wasn’t trouble it all, it’s always easy for me.”

You can practically hear him smirking from behind him. How annoying.

“You never answered my message, how did the visit at the clinic go? What did the doctor say?” He gets right to it whilst he actually lets you walk into a separate and lonely room that has a wall of windows that overlooks the field below.

“Well,” you sigh. “The babies are too young as of now, so she couldn’t really tell me anything, but everything that’s supposed to be there is there.”

He hums and stops by a window, but instead of looking outside, he turns to his side to face you with his blindfold creasing as his eyebrows knit together. “I’m sorry for what I told you. I was just worried. I mean it’s not like you have a good life track record, you actually died once.”

You laugh softly and nod. Satoru exhales deeply and reaches for his face to pull his blindfold up to wear it like a headband for now.

“But me being worried didn’t mean I had to be rude,” he adds in a soft and kind voice. “I’m sorry.”

Again you can’t stay mad at him, so you smile and can’t help but step in for a hug. Not only because you needed it after your disagreement with Choso, but because it feels right.

“It’s okay, I forgive you,” you assure him. “You don’t have to worry, I know these babies aren’t what you or Choso fear.”

“You can’t know for sure,” he mutters as he gently wraps his long arms around you.

“No,” you whisper. “Not yet, but if they do somehow end up putting my life in danger I’ll take care of it. But…I know in my heart that they’re not dangerous.”

You pull back and slide your arms down to hold his biceps.

“I’ll say I’ll keep nagging until I see proof that they aren’t posing a threat, but I’m sure your children’s father will be on top of that. He’s very…overbearing.”

You giggle and nod. “Yes, he will be checking too. I’ll let you know either way, or Shoko will. Either way, you’ll know and gloat.”

Satoru rolls his eyes. “I wouldn’t gloat about that.”

You hum with contentment and step back to slowly turn and look out, catching your students and the other three guys you’re currently mentoring warming up; along with Kashimo.

“It seems we’re always apologizing to each other,” you point out.

“Well our road to mending our relationship won’t be easy,” he actually surprises you by sounding so…mature.

“How mature of you,” you can’t help but share out loud, making him scoff loudly as if you just offended him. Which you probably did.

“I am mature,” he defends himself as he turns to look out the window too. “It’s just these kids need to know that we don't have to be serious just because we’re in this business. The higher-ups and other adults try to implement in their heads that they have to live a certain way, and yes this business is serious, but life doesn’t have to be so dull and gray. That can really affect them.”

You look at him proudly and pat his back. “Well, it’s good that they have you then…I’m glad I have you too,” you grow sappy, making his bright blue eyes drift to you. “I need you in my life. I missed you when we didn’t talk, plus.” You smile warmly. “Who else is going to walk me down the aisle?”

A narrowed look flickers on his face before his eyes widen. “Don’t tell me he proposed?” He asks.

You get all giddy and nod before you flip off your ring finger to show him the engagement ring Choso gave you. “This morning,” you share and let him take your hand so he can study the silver ring.

“Pity proposal? Pft, you deserve better than that—”

“No,” you rebuttal. “It was not a pity proposal. He asked that one last night and I rejected him, but this one,” you pause and pull your hand out of his grasp to admire your ring. “This proposal was genuine. He even asked in front of Satori.”

“Oh? What did she say?”

Your eyes flicker up to look at him and you grin. “She’s like did you ask my uncle for permission?”

Satoru’s laugh booms. “Ha! That’s how it’s done!”

“Tsk. If only she knew her father didn’t even ask permission either,” you comment and fold your arms over your chest. “Regardless, she was happy about it. A little worried, but it’s normal.”

Satoru hums softly now and from the corner of your eyes, you see his eyes are on you. “Well,” he interjects. “Congratulations. When’s the wedding?”

“Well,” you sigh. “We want to do it before the 24th so soon. It won’t be big, just an intimate thing, you know? So…” you trail off and look at him with batting lashes. “Will you be there? Walk me down the aisle? I missed you last time, but we have a chance now.”

A soft smile tugs on your brother's face that matches the softness of his overwhelming eyes. “Of course, I’ll be there.”

You grin proudly and feel an even higher impatience to already start living through that day. You haven’t even started planning it or chosen an exact date, but you already want it to be here.

Maybe you’ll ask Shoko to go wedding dress and kimono shopping with you tomorrow!

“Oh,” Satoru cuts in. “Now that you are pregnant can I make an effort to have you leave with Satori?”

You look at your brother with a hardened glare and stiffly shake your head. “No. Choso is upset with me for the first time because I won’t turn my back on this fight, I don’t want to argue with you either.”

Satoru raises his hands and backs up. “Okay, alright I’ll leave it alone.”

“Mhm, now,” you change the subject and look at your unaware students. “Why don't you help me scare these students? I’m training their reflexes today so they can think quicker on their feet as if it were a real battle.”

A mischievous smirk grows on his face and without saying a thing he nods in agreement, making you both quickly walk out of the room with rushing excitement that really shouldn't be so high considering you are training your students. But you can’t help it, you get worked up fast.

That fact is incredibly present when you walk over to an open window and instead of running down the stairs and running at them like a normal person would, you jump out the window to really catch the students off guard.

However, Inumaki notices gravity pulling you down and points you out to his fellow friends, but it’s too late. You land on the ground with your fist creating a crater as you punch it on the ground. Before they can even think of reacting you use your technique to manipulate the earth around them and raise dirt and rock-made walls to trap them inside. Not realizing you trapped Kashimo with them too.

After raising slabs of the earth you begin to elegantly swirl your arms around as you manipulate the air around you to have it twirl around the walls like a small tornado. Satoru finally joins you outside and puts his arm out to threaten them with one of his finishing moves and end this mock fight when they make it out.

Nevertheless, just as you hear the crackle of lightning the walls around the students explode and send dirt and rocks flying everywhere, setting Satoru off his plan. You on the other hand manage to keep the tornado swirling and add more pressure, but then like a flash of lightning, Kashimo is running at you and jumping off the ground to knock you off your feet with his staff.

Kashimo doesn't think you’ll block or avoid his staff's swing in time, but you undo the tornado and throw your hands up to catch the staff midswing. The moment his feet hit the ground he uses his strength to try and snatch his staff out of your grasp, but you counter by using your strength to pull back, making Kashimo sneer.

You shoot him back a cocky smirk and gather wind around an end of the staff before you swing it towards him and strike him with a heavy lash of wind that causes him to fly back several feet. And to end this mock fight you run over to him and imbue your hand with hot flames to threaten Kashimo with.

“That’s a point to me,” you show off smugly.

Kashimo claws the ground and glares at you.

“It would’ve been stupid if you lost with that advantage,” he grumbles, making you laugh and drop your threat to instead reach your hand out.

Kashimo glances at your help with hesitance, but surprisingly he doesn’t pass up on the help, he takes your hand and lets you help him up.

“It’s surprisingly very light,” you say and replace your hand with his staff as you hand it back. “I might just have to get myself one.”

You turn to continue the battle with the other students, but when you find them you see that Satoru has caught them all and ended the fight against five students.

“Kashimo, you should join mine and my brother's team so we can team up against these students,” you suggest, making a smirk flicker on his lips that you don’t manage to see.

“Finally a good idea, although I think your boyfriend is going to bite me. He looks rabid.”

You follow his line of gaze and see Choso pouting and with deeply formed wrinkles in between his furrowed eyebrows.

“You’re so dramatic,” you brush Kashimo off and shoot him a wobbly pointed look because you stifle your laugh. “Oh!” You clap and spin around to face him. “I actually have a cool move that involves your lightning and my technique,” you share excitedly.

“Okay?” He doesn’t cut you off. “What is it?”

You shoot him a deeper smirk this time. “You’re going to have to trust me. All you need to know is that you need to use a lot of lightning. Like when we fought!”

Kashimo should turn this idea down, but it doesn’t sound stupid and you’re promising some fun, so what the hell? He goes along with you.

“Fine,” he gives in nonchalantly.

You wink at him and spin back around to face the others as you get close.

The battle that follows is longer because you don’t catch them off guard this time, but as hard as they fight and as much as Satoru is holding back the students don’t win this game. Especially not when it comes to your finishing move with Kashimo.

He strikes his lightning and you gather a large body of water. He didn’t know what it was you had planned, but he chose to follow your lead, and without having to tell him he aimed his raging storm of lightning at the water, making the water start to boil at the moment of impact. And since you’re using cursed techniques the electricity produced by the lightning jumps out and radiates the water, so you quickly wrap the body of water around the five students without letting the water touch them of course, and bring an end to the battle.

“Good fight,” you tell your students regardless of the fact that they lost, and throw the water far so it doesn’t hurt anyone here. You then turn around and face your partner. “Cool huh?”

Kashimo folds his arms over his chest and shakes his head. “Not if you say that.”

You snicker and put your hand up to ask for a high five. “Come on,” you urge him with a grin.

Kashimo sighs and looks at your hand before he drops his arms and returns the high five, making you beam at him.

After that, you turn to meet up with the students and maybe take a small break. However, as you turn the first thing you see is Choso with his eyes on you and that once bothered look seething now. Adding another thing you need to talk about.

——

*LATER*

Night had come around and the long day was coming to an end. And throughout it all Choso has yet to talk to you, he doesn’t even take a glance at you when you walk in the parlor room.

“Satori,” you interrupt the tea party she had dragged Choso to. “It’s time for bed Chipmunk, clean up and go get ready for bed.”

Satori sets her cup down with a groan and snaps a glare at you. “No,” she whines. “I don’t wanna. We’re busy.”

You sigh. “Tell you what, just wash out your cups and leave it all there, you can continue tomorrow, okay?”

She folds her arms over her chest and Suguru’s same pinched eyebrows and scowl show on her features. “No thank you.” She fights back even though you can see the exhaustion in her eyes.

“Satori,” you plead softly. “He’s not going anywhere okay?”

“It’s okay Satori,” Choso interjects now and gets off his seat. “We can continue tomorrow. Why don’t you go get ready for bed? I'll clean up for you.”

Your daughter pouts and debates whether to listen to him or not, her dark eyes flicker over to you, and glares one more time before she drops her head with a dramatic sigh. “Fine. Come you guys,” she directs at her tiger cursed spirit and your worm cursed spirit who she had plopped around the table to have them join her tea party.

“I’ll tuck you in a minute,” you let her know as you watch her drag her feet away.

“Okay, but I want a new story tonight,” she mutters before she’s out of sight, leaving Choso and you alone. “It’s okay, Cho,” you try to stir up a conversation. “I can clean it up.”

You walk over and reach out to grab a small plate off the table, but he blocks your attempts by putting his hand over it. “No,” he rebuttals. “I got it. You can go tuck Satori in.”

He doesn’t even spare you a damn glance. “Choso, come on,” you try to address the situation. “Let’s not go on like this. Talk to me.”

Finally, after what seems to be like hours without seeing him, he meets your gaze. “Not here,” he brushes you aside and walks past you.

Damn it.

This side of him is something you didn't expect. You’ve seen him mad before, he’s been vengeful and furious, but this kind of anger is the silent type, the worst kind.

It leaves this terrible pit in your stomach that was faint before, but now you feel nauseous and like it’s stealing your breath, making it hard to breathe. You can hold yourself together when you’re reading Satori her bedtime story, but when you walk in your room and notice that Choso hopped in the shower alone and without saying a word, you feel that anguish clawing at your throat, making it almost impossible to breathe.

What if you never come to an agreement and you stay upset with each other until that day? What if you don’t even get married because he’s so upset?

What if he keeps refusing to talk to you or even glance your way?

That’d be a nightmare!

You can’t handle this, you can’t let him stay upset.

Thus when you hear the water turn off and after you give him a minute to change you knock on the bathroom door with the things you need for your own shower.

“Can I come in?” You ask first since he's upset.

“Yes,” he quickly answers back behind the door. “The door is unlocked.”

You reach for the door handle and let your hand hover for a second as you let out a deep breath before you slide the door open and walk in, seeing him in gray sweatpants, and a tank top that did nothing to cover his chest. You can see his tight and perfectly carved chest, you can see the prints of his abs peeking out of his shirt from the mirror, and those sweatpants!

The way those sweatpants fit on him makes your mouth water. You can see his bulge hiding behind the material. He looks so delicious. If he wasn’t mad you would totally urge him to just fuck you against the counter with the sweatpants hanging around his knees or something. Fuck!

But that’s not why you’re here, you’re here…to talk things out! So after you brush your teeth and while he’s brushing his own you interject in a sweet and comforting voice so he can feel encouraged to talk.

“Choso, talk to me, I don’t want to go to bed angry.”

Choso sighs out of his nose and spits out his toothpaste first before he washes his mouth and then finally looks at you. Albeit not with nonchalance or in a serious manner, he looks upset.

“You don’t listen to me, and if I try to share with you why it’s a bad idea for you to be out on the battlefield that day, you won’t listen,” he blurts with angry determination. “Will you?”

You can’t lie just to win him over, nor can you fall in order. “I won’t,” you admit, making him drop his head and exhale deeply out of his nose. “But Choso, you know I’m strong. Just listen to my reason, please. Nothing will happen to me or the babies—”

“You don’t know that,” he cuts you off and snaps his head up before taking a big step forward. And since you weren’t far apart initially he stands close, leaving a small gap left between the two of you, but not big enough, you can feel his heavy breaths unfurl over you.

“You could die this time, why can’t you understand that?” He argues. “You can die and twins can die. I don’t want to see you go through that pain, I don’t want to lose you!”

You shake your head and grab his jaw to try and assure him. “But you won’t, my love. You will not lose me this time. We will live through it, we will live to meet our babies, and I will live to see you be their father. I know it’s no guarantee but you have to trust me.”

Choso holds your gaze with his mind and heart being tormented by what you say and by what his fear is screaming at him. And it’s not hard to see, you see the storm raging in his honey-brown eyes, and you see the way it controls his eyebrows and his lips.

It seems that he tries to understand you, but he suddenly backs up and huffs. “No!” He exclaims. “I will not risk your life nor that of my unborn children. I won’t lose you.”

You scoff and step forward to stand your ground with growing frustration, missing the way his eyes flicker to your lips. “Then you will have to bind me somewhere Choso, I will not hide while everyone is fighting for their lives. I’m strong, I can do something to help, and you nor anyone can stop me.”

Choso clenches his jaw and turns around to walk to the door. However, when he grabs the handle he stops and instead quickly spins back around to stride to you. Before you can question his behavior he slams his lips on yours and grabs you forcefully by your cheeks.

“Cho—“

He cuts you off by moving his lips against yours roughly, with hunger fueled by his anger at you for being so damn stubborn.

You should stop him, and continue to talk it out, but you’re entranced by the way he takes control, and turned on by his roughness that’s fueled because he’s upset, so all you can do is tingle as you think about him.

You slap your hand on the back of his neck and grind your body towards him to try and get any friction from his cock that’s at attention and already seeking your warm silky walls.

“Choso,” you moan as he attacks your neck, “please let’s talk.”

He pulls back and rather than stepping back like you thought he would, he instead takes your lips again and you respond by kissing him back in complete sync, and grinding against him again.

This time you get a muffled groan out of him as your clothed pussy brushes against his aching tip. Yet he still doesn’t pull back for air, nor do you break the connection, you breathe through your noses and pull yourselves close to each other's warm bodies. You should, you need to stop this, but when you pull back, he just pushes you back against the counter, completely pulling you away from that need to stop.

Now all you think about is him and his weeping cock leaking through his sweatpants.

“Choso,” you make your voice sound like honey. “I’m wearing your shirt, do you want it off or on?”

A smirk twitches on the corner of his lips, but his anger is still boiling within so he doesn't show it, instead, he continues to grab you by the flesh of your hips and flips you around, causing your panties to be drowned by your arousal.

He hardly ever likes to take you from the back, he says he prefers facing you when you’re having sex, and as rough as you like to be fucked you prefer to face him too. That way you can kiss anytime you want, and feel him kiss your body however he wants.

However, right now…fuck…you’re so excited!

“Keep the shirt on,” he finally answers your question and takes no time to feel you up, he pulls your shorts and panties down. His shirt you wear drapes past your ass so he rolls it up and reveals your needy pussy to him.

“I’ve been dreaming about this,” he mutters and leans down to lick a stripe up your weeping pussy, making you whimper with need.

“Choso, please,” you plead and reach down for his shoulder, but he pushes your hand away and stands up to face you through the mirror.

“No,” he counters and pushes himself against you, letting you feel his clothed erection where you need him the most. “You don’t talk.”

There’s nothing else you can think of doing but smiling and grinding your ass against his cock, making him groan.

“Fuck,” he grumbles and leans forward to wrap his hand around your mouth, whilst with the other he uses to drop his sweatpants and boxers, letting you hear the tip of his cock slap against his skin.

You groan with need at the sound and wiggle your ass back, making the corner of his lips twitch up.

Yet just as he grabs his cock and pushes his tip forward he stops himself and meets your gaze in the mirror with deep concern. “Will I hurt the babies?” He asks and drops his hand to let you answer.

“Just don’t be rough for the next couple of weeks, and maybe don’t put it in all the way in if you’re too worried. Just halfway, ‘kay?”

Choso's eyes fall and he hesitates for a moment. You don’t urge him this time and decide that if he doesn’t feel comfortable you won’t push him to do anything. You just watch intently.

Which is why you don’t miss the way his eyes snap up and bore into you as he pushes his tip past your folds, and eases only half of his cock in your tight wet pussy.

It was only half and you really felt like coming undone.

“Choso,” you whimper.

He tries to disapprove of your talking, but he loves the way his name rolls off your tongue, especially when you’re so needy. So instead he slides his hands up your shirt and squeezes your breast before he slides his hand forward and punches your nipple, making you moan out and push back against him so more of him can ease inside you.

And as if triggering him he finally starts to rut himself up into you with no mercy. He makes sure not to be rough though, but makes sure to gently hit your g-spot with the tip of cock so as to not hurt you, and then starts grinding slowly, lighting your body on fire. He kept that movement up for a few moments, watching as your mouth was left agape as breathless ‘ahs’ came out.

He could actually come undone by the way your face is twisted in pleasure, you look so angelic, but he holds himself back. He remembers his anger instead and continues to punish you by pulling almost all the way out before thrusting halfway in, pulling a whimper out of him.

“Choso!” You cry out and reach your hand back to grab his pelvis and push him all the way in, but he grabs ahold of your wrist and pins your hand back, adding more burning desire to your already burning body.

“You’re doing so good,” he whispers in your ear and pulls back to thrust in again slowly. “You're so beautiful. So stubborn.”

You clench around him and whimper, making him chuckle and pick up his pace, going in and out halfway with breathy huffs.

And you would say this way is torture, but it feels so good. Your desperation to pull him in deeper has your walls fluttering around him like crazy, bringing you both to the edge sooner.

“Choso,” you cry out and dig your fingers on the marble counter as he sets a heavenly pace that makes the coil in your stomach ready to snap.

“I said stop talking,” he hisses and gives your tit another squeeze before he slips his hand out of the shirt and covers your mouth again, quickening his thrusts and throwing his head back to chant your name to the ceiling.

You can’t take it anymore and pull his hand down to tell him. “So close, Choso,” you mewl.

“No,” he spats and ruts in deeper, to the point his tip hits your g-spot. Albeit he doesn’t thrust, he strands grinding against you and you lose it, you shut your eyes and clench around him to gush around his length, causing Choso to drop his head to watch your cum leak out of your hole.

“Damn,” he groans and thrusts once, twice, and then thrusts a bit harder before the tip of his cock twitches and he snaps and shoots spurts and spurts of his seed inside you, painting your walls white with his cum.

If you hadn’t been pregnant already, this would have definitely gotten you there.

“Oh damn,” he mutters and stills, sliding his hand up to wrap around your neck and pull you up against his chest. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

Your eyes flutter open and after a deep breath, you shake your head. “No, no. I’m fine. I’m good. You were so good Choso.”

He hums and presses his lips on the back of your ear.

What was left now? He fucked his anger out, so what was left but talking to come to an agreement. You can’t go to bed upset.

However, you still peel away from Choso, causing the both of you to gasp at the loss of connection.

“Maybe,” you catch your breath and pull your shirt off. “You need to be mad at me more often.” You flash a faint smile and he meets your gaze through a mirror and shakes his head.

“I don’t like being mad at you,” he says. “As exciting as this was, I don't like being mad at you.”

“I don’t like having you be mad at me either,” you whisper and turn to press a kiss on his cheek. “I need to shower.”

You step out of your shorts and panties and open the shower door to start the water first and wait for it to reach the right temperature before you step inside, feeling the warm water wash away the mess Choso and you just made. You close your eyes and feel that warm water help ease your muscles, and calm your mind from what was driving it rampid.

You’re so lost in the warmth of the water hitting your skin that you didn’t pay attention if Choso left or not. He didn’t say anything either. So out of curiosity you open your eyes and open the door, and much to your surprise he’s walking over.

“I want to talk,” he finally says the words you wanted to hear.

“Okay,” you mumble and smile.

Instead of staying out there, he walks right in.

“Choso!” You exclaim and chuckle. “You just showered.”

He shrugs. “Taking another one won’t hurt.” He says and offers you a soft amused smile that fades away too soon and gets replaced with guilt and anguish. “I don’t want to control you, y/n, I don’t like fighting with you. I’m just scared of losing you,” he admits with ease, not shying away from admitting a truth others would have a hard time with.

That’s one of the many things you love about him.

“You won’t lose me,” you assure him softly even if your future isn’t certain. “I know my fate isn’t certain, but I’m strong, I fought hard to be strong. I can fight and,” you grin. “I have so much to live for. You’re one of them.”

He scoffs timidly and drops his head to try and hide his blush, letting the water trickle down his head.

“You trust me right?” You ask and cup his jaw to tilt his head up so his gaze meets yours.

“Of course, more than anything,” he whispers.

“Then you have nothing to worry about,” you add and start to tuck his hair behind his ears. “I’ll fight hard, I’ll protect myself and our babies. I swear because I meant what I said, I want to see you be a father to our twins and other little babies we have yet to make.” You giggle, making Choso laugh softly. “I want to live my future with you. That’s why I will live.”

He doesn’t feel reassured and you doubt he will ever be until he sees you alive and healthy the day after the battle. So you continue.

“I’ll tell you this,” you propose. “If things turn from bad to worse, or if I get badly injured, I will leave. All right?”

Choso's lips pursed together, he wants to argue and change the compromise, but he doesn’t want to argue again, and it’s not like he had much of a choice either.

“All right,” he mutters. “But I’ll be by your side.”

You shake your head and step back, grabbing the product you need and pouring some on your palm. “No,” you argue. “We will stick to what we’re assigned to do. Don’t add additional risks to your life because people are relying on you too. Your brother, me, our friends, our babies. I don’t want to raise them without their father.”

Choso swallows thickly and watches you massage the product in your hair before he steps forward and helps you.

“You can look out for me when we’re both somehow out of the fight okay? Other than that, trust me.” You press.

“Mhm.”

You wash off the product first before you meet Choso’s gaze with a pitiful smile. “I’m sorry I made things hard for you. Do you forgive me?”

He shakes his head. “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m being difficult.”

You laugh softly. “Well let's just agree to forgive each other all right or else we will stay here all night. Now,” you exclaim and grab a nice-smelling shampoo for Choso. “What I need from you to get things ready for our wedding.”

Choso’s attention heightens and you start to lather his hair before sharing the first thing you need from him. It might bug him but it’s important to you. “Stop being jealous of the guys I talk to. Especially Kashimo.” You snap and nudge his shoulder.

Choso’s eyes widen and he shakes his head.

“No, what?” You remark. “You get jealous and as cute as you get, I don't appreciate it.”

Choso pushes forward to get under the water and chooses to delay his response by washing his hair off. When he’s done you place your hand on your hip and the moment he turns to face you you shoot him a pointed look.

“I appreciate my male friendships just as I appreciate my female friendships,” you clarify and grab the lilac soap Choso loves to smell on you, and then get the loofah. “Please understand that. I’ve told you this already.”

Choso lets out a defeated breath. “I'm sorry, I try not to get upset, but I can’t help it.”

You giggle and start scrubbing your body. “Honey, I’m going to marry you. I accepted your proposal after knowing you for a month. I’m pregnant with your babies, you do not have to worry, my eyes are on you.” You smirk and wrap your arms around his shoulders, causing the water to wash off the soap covering only part of your body since you haven’t finished yet—“I love you.”

Choso takes the loofah from your hand whilst he leans in to press a kiss on your lips. “I love you too. And just be patient with me I’ll try…but he gets too smug.”

You chuckle and turn to give him your back so he can help you scrub your back without needing to tell him.

“You have nothing to worry about, he doesn’t get smug about what you imagine, he has some power problem,” you assure his concern. “He’s like…my brother in some way…the same craziness in their eyes maybe…But! if I ever get a hint that he is trying something I’ll stop being his friend all right?”

“I wish you would now,” he grumbles.

You huff and peer back, meeting his eyes right away when he notices you looking back.

“I’m going dress and Shiromuku shopping with Shoko, Kirara, and Satori tomorrow. You need to go get your montsuki haori hakama. Even though,” you smirk and turn around to rub your hands on his chest and down to his carved abs. “I love seeing all of you.”

He grows flustered but he can’t help a small smile from showing on his face. “No one else would appreciate it.”

You slide your hands up to his biceps and lean in closer. “What a shame. You do look sexy without any clothes.”

Choso’s cheeks burn hotter and his smile grows timid.

You smirk and drag your hands down to grab his and take the loofah to finish scrubbing. “You don’t want an outfit change, do you? If you do let me know so we can coordinate and you don’t wear, I don’t know, navy blue and I wear a light shade of pink.”

“I'll just wear the hakama, don’t worry about me,” he tries to assure you, but he doesn’t know this should be stressful.

“Eh, no, no, I worry,” you rebuttal and toss the loofah to step under the water, seeing Chosos watchful eye as the soap rushes off every curve on your body. “It’s a big deal. So it’s just a Hakama?”

He can’t help but smile and nod. “Yes, now will you show me what you will wear, I want to know what to expect.”

You scoff and touch his chest with your finger. “You wish. It’s bad luck for you to see me in my wedding attire, so you will wait. Just know 3 outfit changes.”

Choso flashes you a smile.

“And,” you tap his chest. “You will take Kinji, I trust his fashion sense better than Itadori’s so don’t rely on your brother. He’ll make you wear a hoodie or something.” You laugh and turn and walk around Choso, making sure to drag your finger around him. “Also I will send you the colors Itadori’s kimono can be. I already told Kinji. I don’t need your bother in a ridiculous color.”

“All right. What else?”

You tap your chin and think.

“Special shoes?” He teases.

“Haha, no. I’ll tell you when I remember, but from what I can gather just be there on the wedding day. With your hair up or down I don’t mind, I like either. Just be there, don't leave me stranded.” You tell him in a sweet voice that also shows off hints of excitement.

“I’d be stupid to leave you. I’ll be there,” he assures you and turns to face you. “I’ll be waiting for you. Eager to see how beautiful you look.”

Your face burns and you giggle. “I’ll be there,” you assure him. “In white, waiting to say the words “I do”

A blush grows on his face and he can’t help but smile wide before leaning for a gentle and passionate kiss under the warm running water.

——

*A COUPLE DAYS LATER*

“Wish me luck today,” you whisper to the picture of the twins and of Suguru you have on the altar. Just for a bit of comfort, you’re all jittery and it’s making you nauseous.

Plus you wish that twins could be here.

“I love you,” you finish and bow your head before you get up and head back to your room where Satoru is now in a nice gray kimono.

“You’re on time,” you interject whilst you grab your slippers off the ground. “I’m honored.”

Satoru turns away from looking at the dress you’re going to wear later and instantly a sweet smile decorates his face.

It’s not a rare sight, but it still makes you rather flustered since you are wearing your beautiful but heavy shiromuku.

“You look very beautiful,” he says in a soft and sincere tone.

You sigh and probe. “You think? I feel heavy.”

He snorts and walks to you. “Well, you’re wearing a thousand layers.”

You share a breathless laugh and nod softly. “Yeah.”

He reaches over and straightens the feather hair clips on the side of your head. “It blends in with your hair.”

“Pft, I know, but they’re faux swan feathers and there's a sweet meaning behind swans between Choso and me, so I thought it’d be a nice touch.”

He hums and steps back to get another look at you with that same sweet smile. “I know this is mostly a Western tradition but I still thought it’d be nice. And you needed a bit of luck considering what follows.”

Your curiosity piques and you tilt your head to watch him pull out a square box out of his pocket. “What is it?” You can’t help but ask with a giddy smile.

“Wait,” he whispers sharply before he taunts you by showing off the black velvet box first like it’s something important.

“Show it,” you press him.

He snickers and opens the box, showing off a gorgeous gold tennis bracelet with oval aquamarine diamonds and smaller white diamonds in between them.

“Wow,” you gasp and grin. “It’s beautiful, Satoru.”

He wiggles his eyebrows. “Right? It’s your something blue.”

You drift your eyes to him and beam at him. “Thank you,” you whisper.

His goofy smile turns soft and he then pulls the bracelet out and you offer him your arm to let him hook on the bracelet.

“Are you my something old?” You tease as you admire the bracelet from up close.

“Haha,” he feigns his laugh. “We’re only months old. Your baby's father is your something old. He’s ancient.”

You chuckle and nod.

“Oh!” He blurts, pulling your eyes to him. “I heard you’re getting married 'cause you’re knocked up.”

You frown and mutter, “who started that? You?”

“I told Hakari, Yuji, and Todo,” he shows off proudly.

Your eyes widen with joy. “Aoi is here?” You ask.

He nods. “He got here a while ago. He’s been bothering Yuji ever since.”

Todo was the first one you invited, but you didn’t think he’d show since he’s been down ever since he lost his hand and his cursed technique. But now that Satoru said he came, you’re relieved. Now all you’re missing is…Yuki…

“Hey, so you invite any hot friends?” Satoru queries in a partial teasing tone that makes you scrunch your nose, and furrow your eyebrows in disgust.

“Don’t flirt with my friends in front of me,” you tell him, and don’t actually warn him to leave your friends alone, you don’t mind, he actually needs someone, so he can go right ahead. “And my friends are all in the sorcerer community. A couple of them just have cursed energy, and some others have techniques, but I don’t have non-sorcerer friends, so if you’re into that you’re shit out of luck.”

“Unlike you,” he says as he stuffs his hands in his sleeves. “I’m not picky. The problem will be deciding whose heart I don't want to break.”

You frown at his cockiness but scoff in amusement considering he’s all talk. You only know of a select few women he’s dated throughout his life.

“Hey,” your brother calls out in a softer voice.

You back up to sit on the edge of the bed and probe. “Hm?”

Satoru sighs. “Thank you for asking me to walk you,” he says. “It’s really an honor.”

Your heart flutters and your smile appears again. “You’re my brother,” you tell him. “My first best friend, it’s my honor.”

He smiles at the ground and doesn’t make a funny comeback this time. He takes what you said to heart while you watch as the doors open to make sure it’s not Choso pretending to need something only to steal a peek at you.

Nevertheless, Satori walks in with Shoko who was helping her with her kimono.

“Are you all done?” You address your daughter in her cute little pink kimono. “We were waiting for you.”

Satoris' eyes fall on you and widen with fascination. “Wow,” she gasps and runs over as you stand up. “Mommy you look so beautiful!”

You beam at her and crouch to be at her level. “You look stunningly beautiful, my girl.”

She smiles wide before she turns to snatch her basket full of flower petals off the vanity. “Okay! I'm ready, let’s go!” She exclaims before she runs out the door, leaving Satoru with his compliment said to the empty space she left.

“Well,” Shoko mutters. “She didn’t get her dad's patience.”

You shake your head. “No.”

“No, but really,” Satoru interjects as he walks to the open door. “Are you ready? I might’ve just messaged Ijichi to tell the orchestra to start.”

Shoko and you share a teasing gaze and she shares your quip. “As long as the money keeps filling their pockets they’ll play until midnight.”

Satoru’s eyes narrow. “Funny,” he deadpans as Shoko and you snicker. “Not that I'd go broke though. Now let’s go.”

You let out a deep breath and drop your shoulders from the tense hold your jitters were holding them at. “Okay, let's go,” you finally let them know with a boost of confidence.

Albeit no matter how close you are to Choso, how excited you are to be down that aisle and utter those three special words, your nerves rush through your veins and make your hands start to shake. Satoru notices when you reach the last corner before you’re exposed to your guest and Choso.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay”, Satoru whispers very sweetly. “I mean he already got you pregnant, what is there to be nervous about?”

You meet his gaze and share a breathless and shaky laugh, feeling this new rush of relief and gratitude that he’s here this time. You cried last time because of how much you missed him, this time his towering beside you and holding your arm. This time it’s really your older brother.

“You know I love you, right?” You share from the bottom of your heart, making Satoru’s eyes soften even more than they already are.

“I love you too. Thank you for accepting me back into your life and letting me be part of you and your kids' lives. No matter what, you will always be my home.”

Tears well in your eyes, but you don’t shed them now, you just offer him a quivering smile before you continue to follow the trail of pink flower petals Satori left behind.

When you reach the entrance of the new beautiful stained glass greenhouse you rented for this event, your heart skips a beat the moment your eyes find Choso at the other end of that flower-covered aisle with his hair up in his two buns that didn’t really hold his hair down, and in a traditional black and gray montsuki haori hakama.

A beautiful red hue casts over him, exposing the twinkling tears that immediately run down his face the moment he sees you walking toward him. The closer you get the slower his world gets, and the blurrier his vision gets as all he focuses on is you basked by hundreds of different colors reflected in by the candles that hang from the ceiling over the aisle.

When you reach him both of your breaths get stolen, and your world seems to grow even brighter with colors he brings as he stands there minutes away from being your husband.

“I love you,” Satoru tells you one more time.

You shoot him a wobbly smile and don’t hesitate to say it back. “I love you, big brother.”

Said man looks to Choso and sighs deeply, dropping his smile for a second before offering him a faint and genuine smile. “Love her always.”

Choso nods. “I will.”

Satoru looks at you one more time before he leans in and presses a gentle kiss on your forehead, pulling the tears you were holding back down your cheeks. He then gives your hand to Choso and his breath hitches.

“You—” you both say in sync, making you laugh to yourselves.

“You look very handsome,” you say first while you caress the mark on his nose. “Very beautiful.”

Choso scoffs and his pupils dilate even more than you thought possible. “You look breathtakingly beautiful.”

You share a smile and hold that gesture as well as your lovestruck eyes as the priest speaks to the guests. You’re both too lost in each other to pay attention.

It was just you and him under the vibrant colors of the stained glass, you were one at this very moment, you shared one beating heart. It was a mere miracle that you heard the priest say that it was time to share your vows.

“Okay,” you exhale deeply as you go first. “Well…I have so much to say, but I’ll start by saying thank you for being a part of my life. We may have had a bumpy start, but you are the most important part of my life now, you brought the light back to my life. You kept me from losing myself after the loss of my daughters and my best friend, you love me besides everything and I never thought anyone else would. I love you, I’m in love with you, Choso, and to me, you will always be so beautifully human.”

He sniffles and wipes away the warm tears that stream down your blush-dabbed cheeks.

“All my life I was in the dark with nothing but my brothers,” Choso starts in a quivering voice. “Until I saw you and your fire-kissed eyes. You brought light in my dark world, and gave me hope. You never saw the bad part of me, the curse that makes up half of what I am, I don’t know why, but thank you. I love you with all that I am, and every day I thank whatever higher being there is that I have the chance to love you, to be near you and your fire. Everything you do lights me on fire, and no matter what you do I will never drift away, I will love you until my last breath, and the last beat of my heart. I love you now and always my moon, my sun, my beloved. Until forever.”

You sob quietly and he grabs your cheeks and presses his forehead against yours since he can’t kiss you or hug you yet.

“Now the couple will drink sake from the nuptial cups,” the priest announces, “followed by the parents—or in this case the brothers.”

You break apart and turn to the altar to each take three drinks of the sake which is symbolic for exchanging your vows. Next Satoru and Yuji step up and take drinks from the sake to seal the bond between your families, followed by you all taking three sips from three cups. The first three sips represent the four of you, the next represents the flaws of hatred, passion, and ignorance. And the last three sips represent freedom from the three flaws.

What ends the tradition is your offering of small twigs from a sacred tree.

The next and last thing that follows is the exchange of the rings. And since you wanted to include both Hakari and Kirara, they each bring one ring.

“Thank you,” you tell them with a smile.

They both bow their heads and leave once Choso and you take the rings.

“Now with the exchange of the rings they will bond their fate,” the priest interjects, “y/n Gojo do you take this man to be your husband?”

Without hesitation, you respond. “I do.”

You then slide on his wedding band and wipe away tears that rolled down his cheek.

“Choso, do you take this woman to be your wife—”

“Yes, I do,” Choso cuts the priest off just as he finishes, and grabs your hand to slide in your wedding band.

“Now their fate is forever sealed, you may kiss the—”

Before the priest can finish Choso cups your jaw and pulls you to him to smash his lips on yours without any timidness, making the room erupt in a round of applause and cheer.

Not like either of you knew, you were lost in the taste of each other's lips as if this was the first time ever indulging in something so intimate.

Then again there is something special about kissing each other as husband and wife that makes this first kiss feel like the first. It’s the excitement rushing through your veins, the love filling your hearts, and the desire lighting your bodies on fire.

It’s something you both want to stay doing forever, but you break away from your secluded world knowing you’ll divulge in your passion later, and mostly, for the sake of the guests. You then take Choso’s hands and giddily run with him down the aisle hand in hand as husband and wife.

——

*LATER*

“I would just like to make a toast,” Satoru announces to the silencing crowd who drift their attention to him. “To Choso and my sister.”

You turn away from Shoko and grow curious yet nervous about what he has to say.

“I have to confess that I was against this relationship, but…” he sighs. “Over the short time that has passed, Choso keeps proving how much he really cares for my sister and my niece, so sorry, and thank you for forgiving me. And thank you Choso for caring so much for them, but just know that I will always look out for my little sister and her kids above anything and everything. I love you, y/n, and I wish you all the happiness in the world. Oh, and welcome to the family Choso.”

A smile decorates your face and to thank him from afar you touch your heart and bow your head, making him raise his cup before he walks off stage and sits down. You don’t think anyone else will follow, but Hakari clinks his glass before he runs up on stage, getting a wolf whistle from one of his friends in the crowd.

“Master,” he begins and raises his cup towards you whilst you make it back to your main table with Choso—“Thank you first and foremost for inviting us!” He grins. “I'm loving the drinks! And I hope you can make it to the battle on the 24th and don’t get carried away in your honeymoon.” He snickers, and you and Choso share a teasing look.

“No, but really, thank you for everything, for believing in Kira and me. For caring for us like we were one of your own without hesitation. I will always be grateful to you, congratulations to you and Choso. And I hope you know she never stopped talking about you since you met.”

You share a flustered laugh and see Choso smile at you, making you grin at him and lean over to give him a peck on his lips.

After Hakari, Kirara pops on stage and grabs the mic off the stand to hold it up close to their lips. “I hope you know, Master, that you are the best teacher and person I have ever met. Thank you for accepting me for who I chose to be and thank you for never judging me. Me and Kin love you so much. And Choso, thank you for trying to befriend us, I appreciate it and I appreciate you for being so nice, and I hope you get used to us going to visit without letting either of you know. Congratulations!”

You shoot them a wink and they wave before they walk off, letting Satori walk up with her cursed spirit protector and Shoko, so she can help her take the mic off the stand.

“Uhm, hello everyone,” she speaks without any kind of timidness. “I just want to say congratulations to my mommy and Choso. And that I, uhm, I’m happy that my mommy married Choso because he makes her smile all the time…”

You grin and hook your arm around Choso’s.

“And also because Choso is very nice,” Satori continues. “Uh, and he’s not scared of my tiger…and…oh! I hope you guys can bring me a little sister or a little brother because I really want one.”

The crowd erupts in laughter, and you and Choso can’t help but share a knowing look before you laugh along with the crowd.

“Okay, that’s all goodbye!”

Satori runs off stage and Shoko takes her turn to speak now. “Well that will be a tough one to beat,” she says, making laughs spread throughout the crowd. “But I’ll try my best. This is my first time being someone’s maid of honor, and you know what? It was really fun. Today has been really fun, but I hope you know Choso that she has a lot of celebrity crushes and she’ll get mad when they get married, she'll be dragging you on shopping trips that last several hours because she’s very indecisive, she’ll ask you what color she should get her nails and go with a complete other color so never feel bummed, and when she’s sad all she needs is you to cuddle with her and offer her something sweet while you watch her favorite movies or the old seasons of Grey's Anatomy. I love you, y/n, and you will always be my person.”

You wipe tears off your cheeks and as Satori reaches your side she offers you a comforting hug.

“I love you too!” You exclaim to Shoko before she gets off stage and Yuji follows up on stage.

“I hope everyone is having a good night,” he says, making Choso smile before he can say anything else. “I want to congratulate my sister-in-law y/n, I hope you know never in a million years did I ever imagine we would be this close when I saw you on a magazine cover for the first time. We may disagree on some points in life, but you have taught me a lot of valuable stuff that I will carry with me forever.” He raises his cup to you and you bow your head softly to give him your thanks before he shifts his attention to his big brother.

“Choso, you came in a point in my life where my hope dwindled,” he goes on with a sweet smile. “After Shibuya I wanted to give up a lot, but you were always there to pick me back up, you have been there without hesitation since the moment you found out I was your brother, for that I will always be thankful to you. And I know that the parent we share is horrible, but there is one good thing that came from him, you, big brother. I love you.”

Choso’s breath hitches and tears stream down his cheeks, so you kiss his cheek and rub his back.

“I wish you all the happiness in the world and y/n, I know that if the rest of mine and Choso’s brother were here they’d like you and appreciate you as much as I do, congratulations.”

You clap and everyone, including Choso, follows. After the crowd has calmed down you walk up on stage to give a few words. “Hello everyone, first off thank you to every single one of you who accompanied me and my husband…” you giggle when you use that word, and you see Choso blush—“I hope you’re having fun, and I hope you enjoy the rest of the night. There will be fireworks later so I hope you can all stay for that. And thank you to my brother for paying for this entire wedding, I love you. And before I go back to my seat,” you exhale deeply. “To everyone I have been training with for the past month, I have faith in all of you, and it makes me very happy to see such a united front. And to my husband, my Choso, I love you, thank you for loving me the way you do, and thank you for loving my daughter, and for understanding how special she is to me and Suguru. I love you with all I am, with all I’ll ever be. If we have forever, I will love you forever.” You finish with a smile, and the crowd and him give you a round of applause.

A couple of other people went up to give a toast thereafter and then the party went on. You and Choso cut your cake, and you danced and danced some more with Satori. And since all the stressing matters were already lived through and or handled by someone else all you did was have fun. But it’s because the night was so fun that it was passing by quickly.

You don’t even recall just taking time to sit or relax. The only time it felt like you caught your breath was after you put Satori to bed; while you were watching the party from the outside.

And the only thing you could think of was how much you wanted this to go on forever so you don’t have to live through the horror on the 24th. As much as you want Sukuna and Kenjaku to die and be gone from this earth forever, you still want to live in this moment where everyone is happy.

“You guys are lucky,” you talk to your unborn babies as you turn away to face the lake and the stars reflect on the calm waters. “You won’t come until after this horror is over. Then again I wouldn’t want it any other way. The only bad thing is that you won’t get to meet some of these great people here.” You sigh and then smile. “But I know you will meet your daddy. He's excited to meet you, and your sister, she is already anticipating you even if she doesn’t know about either of you yet. When you’re here I’ll tell you about Kiyoshi, Nanako, and Mimiko. And all the great people that we lost.”

“Y/N?” You hear Choso call out.

You peer back and see him approaching you with some concern in his eyes.

“Is everything okay?” He asks and looks around to see if you are talking to anyone. “Who are you talking to?”

You let go of your belly and turn to face him. “The twins,” you assure him. “And yes, I’m fine, I was just catching my breath before going back.”

“Oh. Mind if I join you?”

You shake your head and stick your hand out.

Choso quickly takes your offer and lets you pull him to you.

“Todo and Yuji were making your celebrity friends laugh, I think you made Yuji’s entire teenagehood by inviting them,” Choso says with a laugh.

You snicker as you wrap your arms around his neck. “I’m sure I did. But most of them aren’t single, and one of them is here to meet my brother or Shoko, she couldn’t decide.”

Choso shares a short breathless laugh and when he meets your gaze he steals a glance at your house. “Did Satori stay in bed?”

You smirk and nod. “Yeah. She’s all partied out, she didn’t even wake up when I put her down. I’m getting tired too.”

“You haven’t really sat down at all today, it’s not good for you,” he scolds you.

You roll your eyes and scoff in amusement. “I'll sit down soon.”

Choso sighs and his gaze soon drifts to the party and returns to you with some worry behind them. “Uh, y/n, I've been thinking…could I ask Yuji to live with us? He’s still young, and after all this is over I’m sure he’ll return to the school, but he still needs a place to call home. I was hoping this could be it.”

You blink and right away you scoff in relief and offer him a soft grin, feeling grateful that it isn't a question with bad news like you assumed. “Yes, of course. There’s a lot of spare rooms. There’s two upstairs with us, he can pick one of those. I appreciate that you asked, even if it is your house now too, we do have to make these kind of choices together, so thank you for asking, and of course, you can ask him to move in.”

You lean in and press a small kiss on his lips before you rest your forehead on his. “I love you,” you whisper against him. “I’m happy fate let us cross paths.”

Choso smiles and caresses your cheek with his thumb. “I love you too, my wife.”

You giggle and steal a deep but short kiss from him.

“I know I’ve said this multiple times today, but you look absolutely beautiful, in all three outfits you have changed to.” He says making you smirk before he pulls his head back.

“But I think this is my favorite dress because of them,” he says, and even if they’re not big enough to show he still rubs your belly where the twins are before he crouches and presses a kiss on your belly.

“Now I hope neither of you mind, I’m going to ask your mother to dance,” he whispers to them before he stands to his given height and faces you with a charming smile. “Can I have this dance?”

You listen in to the song playing inside the greenhouse and hear “Song for Zula,” by Phosphorescent playing, so how can you say no?

“Of course my husband,” you accept his offer and press your palm against his before you interlace your fingers together. You then press yourself so close against him that you can feel his heart beating and he can feel yours. When you wrap your other arm around his neck you nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck and bask in his comforting scent, and when he wraps his arm around your waist he actually leads the slow dance under the stars.

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A/N 🥺😫

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