#so I quietly moved around them and headed for the back door

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ours (k.bakugou x reader)

"your hands are tough, but they are where mine belong in"

sum. bakugou is having a bad week, thankfully his girl is always there to make the bad days a little better

cw: a little angst, fluff at the end!

i hate hate hate paparazzi!! loosely based off of this and the song ours by taylor swift

It had been a rough week for Katsuki.

First, the hero rankings were announced, and he found himself at #15—not even in the top ten. And he swore it didn't bother him, that the rankings were just a stupid popularity contest. But you saw the way his shoulders slightly slumped in disappointment and the way his fists clenched so hard that the half-moon imprints of his nails in his skin stayed for hours after you had smoothed his fingers out.

It broke your heart to see him like that—and then yesterday he got into a silly fight with Izuku, one that was filmed and taken way out of context by thousands of people on the internet. Which in turn prompted the resurgence of people saying he didn't even deserve to be on the list at all, let alone at #15.

bakugou is mentally unstable lol

i worry about his gf tbh, those anger issues are a huuuge red flag

right?! i hope that poor girl gets out of that

she seems so sweet, he’s probably threatening her or something

It was just one hit after another for him.

And now, as he stares out the window at the crowd of paparazzi with a clenched jaw, the only thought in your mind is how this is strike three. All he wanted to do was take you out for a nice dinner to thank you for being so supportive this week, but he couldn't even do that without a swarm of media leeches waiting outside.

"Kats, we don't have to go. We can just stay here." You say quietly, worried eyes set on his tense shoulders.

"No," he growls, "I'm not letting them ruin this too." He positions himself in front of you before taking a few hesitant steps out the front door of your shared apartment building.

His warm hand envelopes your own, fingers threading through before tugging you behind him, half shielding you with his large body. The flash of the cameras and the noise of the crowd makes your vision blur, but Katsuki is moving fast, fingers tightly gripping your own while his gaze is laser focused on the awaiting black car parked on the other side of the street.

Everything is moving so fast, the shouts of the various reporters melting together around you. But you can't hear a word they say, the sound drowning out any specific words, until—

“Why him?”

And you nearly miss the step below as you freeze. The question has you rearing back as if you'd been hit, your eyes dancing towards the sound of the question. You see him right away, a male reporter who is nearly frothing at the mouth for a reaction. The reporter leans forward, eyeing you hungrily as he waits for an answer. And usually, you wouldn't give them any time of day, the daily harassment towards you and every other pro-hero and their significant other almost daily a good enough reason toignore any of their probing questions. But how could you ignore this?

“Why him?” you parrot back, white-hot anger burning through your body at a rapid rate. You don’t think twice before you’re ripping your wrist out of the blonde's hand and taking angry strides towards the reporter. You're nearly toe-to-toe with the man, and while he is a full head taller than you, he shrinks a bit from the look on your face.

Katsuki comes up beside you, gently tugging at your wrist.

“It’s not worth it.” He says lowly, looking down at you with something like sadness tinged in his eyes. And your heart cracks, picking up on the one thing he isn’t saying but you know he’s thinking.

That he’s not worth it.

And you can’t have that, you can't have Katsuki thinking that he isn’t worth any of this, because he is. He is worth everything, and despite being in each other’s lives for years now, the fact that he still doesn’t see that is devastating.  

Your body begins shaking from a mix of anger and adrenaline as you look at the crowd around you. A slow hush falls over the crowd, as if they are waiting with bated breath to see what you have to say.

“Because he is the kindest human I have ever had the pleasure of knowing; kinder than any of you will ever be. And what has he ever done to you to make you so obsessed with twisting every move he makes, every word he utters into something that makes him look like the bad guy? And for a quick buck? You all should be ashamed of yourselves.” After shooting a glare around the crowd, you keep your chin high as you grab a stunned Katsuki’s hand and drag him towards the car.

You gently push him in, keeping a hand smoothed over the back of your dress as you crawl in after him, slamming the door shut with more force than necessary.

The car ride to the restaurant is eerily quiet, and as the adrenaline begins to leak out of your body, your brain catches up to what you did. And yeah—they did need to be told off, but you start to wonder if this is something that will get him into trouble.

You weren’t a hero and you didn’t have a lick of media training, why did you think causing a scene would be a good idea? The thoughts spiral in, and you want to bury your face in your hands as dread slithers its way into your stomach.

When you get inside the building, you are ushered towards the back of the restaurant by the host, presumably to where your table is located. But before you round the corner, Katsuki is tugging you into a dimly lit closet, fingers making quick work of the lock. Even after the door is bolted shut, he stands and faces it, as you just watch the outline of the gentle rise and fall of his shoulders.

“Kats?” You say quietly, a hand hovering over his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I just—”

He shakes his head, a disbelieving laugh pushing its way out of his mouth.  

“No, you—” He shakes his head again, then turns around to face you, his body crowding you up against the wall. His eyes are dark, twinkling with emotions you can’t place. Both of his hands come up to gently cradle your face, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Have I ever told you that I love you?”

You blink up at him, confused.

“Not only was that the hottest thing I have ever seen, but—well, that was the first time anyone has stuck up for me before.”

“I would do it again—anything for you really. You’re worth it. And I know that’s hard for you to believe, but you are. They can say whatever they want, but I know in my heart that I do not deserve you, and that you ” You say quietly, eyes locked on his. He smiles, eyes shining, before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Oh, my sweet girl.” He whispers in the dark of the room, thumbs caressing your cheeks.

“I love you Kats.”

“I love you too. Now, how about we ditch this place?” He asks, leaning back to tug at his tie, before bending forward to loop it around your neck. “I think that new ice cream parlor is open. So, sundaes on me?”

You nod, a giggle escaping when he bends down and tugs the ends of the tie, your body falling into him. He lets out a gentle laugh, the sound like a gentle breeze on a hot day. It has your smile stretching across your face, your heart singing in response.

He reaches down to unlock the door, but when he flicks the lock back, nothing happens. Katsuki tries again, but again, nothing happens. It doesn’t budge, not the second time he tries or the fifth, or even the tenth time he tries. On the eleventh try his hand slips from the lock, his eyes colliding with yours.

It’s silent for a few seconds, and then a laugh bursts out of him, followed by another and another. The sound has the grin staying locked in place on your face, relief flowing through you at the change in his mood.

“We—we’re stuck.” He gasps out, hands falling on his knees as he hunches over, deep laughs spilling out of him. It isn’t long before you are on the floor next to him, trying to catch your breath around your own laughter.

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Mr, Mrs & Labour? | Hwang In-ho x Reader

wc: 2.3k

a/n: I locked in and finished writing this!!

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Classic music filled your ears as you laid by in-ho who was wide awake as the lights began to turn on. You both looked at each other, knowing the next game; Mingle.

The others got up, groaning at the bright lights. In-ho leaned over to you and ran a hand over your bump before helping you up. 

“Don’t wake them up, all night long was filled with back pain and endless kicking!” You complained to your husband who chuckled and rubbed the lower portion of your back while you all waited to be led up the stairs.

- - - - - - - -

You stared at the soldiers as you entered the carousel themed room. You were too tired to really act scared, your back felt as if someone had taken a hammer and tried to break your spine, your unborn child was restless the night before and your braxton hicks seemed too real for comfort. 

Gi-hun noticed your pain and walked to a solider. “Does she need to participate? Look at her, she’s in pain.” He motioned towards you and in-ho who rubbed your back, trying to comfort you. 

“The appeal of the game is that everyone is treated equally, even if they have different needs.” The soldier said sternly, making gi-hun sigh before walking back to you all on the platform. 

“I’m alright gi-hun, I should be able to make it through the rest of the game…I hope at least.” You tried to joked earning stern looks from everyone.

You quickly apologized and waited for other players to step on the platform. Tuning out as the instructions were played out. You had left the third game up to in-ho after you had grown frustrated from in-ho’s comments about your ideas. In-ho held you close as him and the others went over a plan. 

“If it’s lower then five, we group apart and adapt.” Gi-hun informed you all. You smiled as the others began to place their hands in the middle, you joined in and smiled at in-ho. “One, two, three, victory!” You all quietly cheered before turning back to face the colorful doors.

As the players were all on, the lights dimmed and the platform jerked everyone, in-ho holding you and jun-hee up right. You sighed as children’s music played, before you could think the platform stopped. 

“Ten!” 

You all looked at each other. Gi-hun turned to the people next to you all. “How many of you?!” He asked, looking around panicked as players yelled over each other. “Four,” Hyun-ju looked around for one more player. “That’s makes nine, we need one more!” Jung-bae noted, as you all discussed a plan, another group of players walked over and held dae-ho by his shoulder.

“Your a group of five? So are we, come with us!” They yelled out. Before you all could step forward a different group rushed over and grabbed the other group of five. Hyun-ju looked around and sighed in relief and grabbed the shaman lady.

You quickly moved from in-ho grasp and waddled the fastest you could to the nearest room and held the door open as the others followed you, shutting the door in time. You winced as gunshots rang out outside the door.

“You’re all alive thanks to me, I saved you all!” The crazy lady announced rasing her finger as she looked at each of you. You scoffed at her.

She quickly whipped around and tilted her head at you. 

“We’re the reason you’re not out there being shot.” You sneered at the religious woman, she scoffed at you and stepped closer, everyone’s eyes bouncing between you both. “Just like a snake in the heavenly garden.” She spat down on your shoes, geum-ja and the others gasped at the lady’s actions.

Your eyes widen, stepping in her way you glared at the woman. “Talk about me again.” You challenged, straightening out, your hands curling up in anger. 

“Let’s not fight right now,” Geum-ja tried to defuse the situation, everyone joining in, trying to calm you down from harming the shaman. You sighed and turned to face the door, trying to calm down, feeling your baby kick around.

“Your child will be stuck in your cursed hands.” She muttered, there was a beat of silence before it had dawned on the others what was happening.

You had stood with your back to her, the next you were slamming a fist into her nose, your other hand holding tightly on her ponytail. In-ho quickly moved and held you on one side while the other blocked you away from her. “You bitch! I’ll snap your neck!” You yelled, trying to claw your way away from your husband and dae-ho’s grasps.

- - - - - - - -

Thankfully the doors unlocked, letting you all out. You glared as dae-ho softly pulled you away from the room. Once out, everyone looked around to notice the drop on the counter of players.

You sighed, shaking your shoe clean of spit. 

“Brush off that woman’s evil words!” Geum-ja told you and she ran he hands over your jacket as if she was clearing off dust.  “Your baby will be born in the hands of a wonderful mother.” She continued as she fixed your jacket.

You nodded at her words. “I would’ve killed her, bringing up my baby like that.” You muttered, in-ho cleared his throat and lead you back. “You can’t be doing that, not when your in a vulnerable state.” In-ho scolded as you both stepped back onto the platform. “Are you saying i should’ve let her run her mouth about our child?” You scoffed, crossing your arms at your husband. 

“I wasn’t saying that..” In-ho sighed and gave up as the platform spun around. You held hands with jun-hee, you both squeezing each others palms for comfort. “Four!” 

Gi-hun looked at you all and sighed, “You four go, me and jung-bae will find someone.” Gi-hun tried to separate you all but you quickly shook your head and held onto in-ho’s arm, “You four go, me and in-ho will go!” You quickly walked away with your husband as the others fled into an empty room. 

“We need two players!” In-ho yelled as you noticed the panic on players faces, people getting betrayed by their teams left and right.

A younger man scrambled on the floor by your shoes and held your ankle. “Please miss, don’t let me die here.” He begged, in-ho quickly helped him up as you found another solo player, you all ran into a room in time, the door close and clicked shut.

You caught your breath as you waited for the soldiers and workers to be done. The other two players caught their breaths, player 256 sighed and bowed to both you and in-ho. 

“Thank you for saving me.” He thanked, the other player quickly joining in. You and in-ho chuckled and shook your heads at them. “It’s alright, thank you for coming with.” You smiled at the pair.

- - - - - - - -

Once it was clear you walked out and looked around for the others.

“MRS OH!” Jung-bae yelled out.

“BROTHER YOUNG-IL?!” Dae-ho called out, him and the others frantically looking for you both. 

“Mr and mrs Oh!” Jun-hee smiled as you both joined the group, you holding your back with a smile as you waddled to the others who embraced you in a hug.

“Oh, i’m glad you and the baby are safe!” Jung-bae sighed in relief and hugged you the best he could. 

“Me or the baby aren’t going anywhere so easily.” You chuckled, quietly smirking at gi-hun and in-ho’s sweet reunion. “I’m glad you both made it, i was worried.” Gi-hun expressed, placing a hand on in-ho’s shoulder.

“Well, me and my wife are very charismatic, so it was easy to get players!” In-ho smiled charmingly at gi-hun. 

In-ho glanced over to jun-hee and checked on her. “You feeling alright?” He questioned, the younger girl nodded a smile on her face. “I’m alright, im glad you both are safe.” She grinned.

Nodding in-ho turned to gi-hun and placed his hands in his pockets. “Wait so if the number is eight, we won’t need other, correct?” He asked, making the other look at him confused, you groaned and cover your face.

“Why’s that?” Jung-bae asked confused, “And the dad jokes have begun..” You chuckled a bit, trying not to. 

“Oh, cause the ladies have babies in them!” Dae-ho realized, making everyone chuckle at the joke.

“If they both had twins we would’ve been good by ourselves for 10.” Jung-bae added, making you all laugh as you got onto the platform.

You held onto jun-hee who tried to brace herself for the stop. “Three!” You all stopped, looking around you all figured out a plan.

“You three go, we’ll go to a different room!” Gi-hun yelled out, both in-ho and him holding onto your arms as you all went to the nearest room.

As you approached the blue door the two let go of you to let you walk on your own but stopped as other players rushed past you, distancing you from in-ho and gi-hun who realized what had happened.

Beside you the older woman, geum-ja was left alone. You looked at in-ho and motioned for her. Without warning in-ho grabbed geum-ja and gi-hun and made it to a room. 

You sighed and looked around, it was too late for players to help you, quickly you snuck away and hid where the solider’s stood hidden for the duration of the game. You noticed the number on the guards back and tapped them. “011, cover me, i couldn’t find a room in time to hide.” You explained as the solider stood up and blocked anyone from seeing you.

You groaned as a cramp ran down your spine. You let out deep breaths, making the guard tense up, not turning around they spoke up. “I believe you’re in labour, gameplanner.” They informed you making you chuckle. “I don't think so, i have a few days before my due date-!” You rushed out the words and tightly held on the soldiers shoulders as a cramp tensed up once more.

“My daughter came a week before her due date.” They informed making you glance up at the triangle, you sighed as the pain calmed down for the moment. “If they get worse, have them call my number, but don't let anything slip to my husband!” You lectured, earning a nod from the solider before they stepped away, letting you slip into a group of players exiting the rooms.

“Mrs oh!” Gi-hun gasped out as you waddled over to the two men, the other also approaching. “I’m glad you’re safe.” In-ho embraced you, leaning into him.

You turned to see geum-ja comforting her son who began to cry as she held him close. “It’s alright, i’m here alive!” She muttered, running a hand over his head. “What happened?” You questioned, in-ho sighed and fixed your jacket.

“Her and her son meant to stick together but got separated when others took him.” In-ho explained, watching as you began to tear up at the bond. Hyun-ju turned to in-ho and gi-hun and thanked the men for keeping geum-ja alive and safe.

Wiping away tears, you all stepped on the platform and waited for the number. “Are you feeling alright, miss?” Player 246, gyung-seok asked as you held your bump. “I’m ok, thank you though.” You reassured before turning to see a worried look on in-ho’s face.

- - - - - - - -

The round had gone by smoothly, you had split apart and joined in-ho and the other men, stepping out and all gathering on the platform you all noticed hyun-ja’s depressive state and the lack of player 095. The platform spun as the song played out, the lights doing the usual pattern. You all waited for the platform to stop.

“How many do you think it’s gonna be?” Jung-bae asked. Leaning towards in-ho and gi-hun who stood in front of you all. 

Gi-hun hesitated, the game didn’t have a pattern to the numbers. “Hard to say-!” Gi-hun was cut off by in-ho’s stoic voice.

“Two.” 

Gi-hun and jung-bae looked confused at his confident answer. “How are you sure?” Jung-bae questioned.

“There’s only 50 rooms and hundred and something players left!” You lied, knowing your husband had a slip up. In-ho nodded along as you pointed to the player counter. 

The platform halted, you all waited as the lights dimmed and began to strobe,

“Two!”

With quick glances everyone grabbed a partner and took off. You and in-ho held hands as you both ran to the nearest room. Opening the door you stopped as player 100 and another man yelled at you to shut the door.

“Green door!” In-ho yelled, tossing a guy to the ground before following behind you into the room. In-ho braced you as a man cowered into the corner of the room. “We-we were here first!” He tried to defend, making in-ho widen is eyes in anger and walked over to the man.

The man swiftly avoid in-ho and backed into you. 

As in-ho went in to rip the man away he watched as you wrapped your arms around the man's neck and slowly moved to the floor as the man tried to let you release him. “Where did you learn that?” in-ho questioned, holding the door shut with his weight.

“the recruiter taught me somethings!” You winked up at your husband who tilted his head, his eyes having a tint of jealousy after all those years.

As the man patted around the room you felt a wet sensation go down your leg, making your eyes widen.

“Asshole!” You cussed twisting the man’s neck, watching as the heavy body lay limp on your lap. In-ho quickly pulled the weight off you and stopped at the wet stain on your pants. “I’ll signal a guard to help clean you up.” He reassured but you shook your head at him. The room door locking and gunshots rang out. 

“My water broke..” You muttered.

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Revelations: Part Four

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Jessie's family stops by for a visit and you feel the divide growing bigger. You're at a loss for how to reconnect, but try - misguided or not.

Warnings: G!P smut. Angsty, emotional smut. G!P penetrative sex. Hand job. Shower sex.

A/N: The rest of the series is here. The emotions in the story are messy. Reader is very hurt and doesn't know how to move forward. Jessie's trying to make everyone happy, including and especially Reader, but doesn't necessarily know how to do that.

"It's so good to see you, sweetie."

You returned Jessie's mom's smile as you reciprocated the sentiment and hugged her back before hugging Jessie's dad and sister.

Her parents and sister dropped off their things at the hotel they were staying at nearby and had just arrived at your and Jessie's apartment.

You proceeded to exchange pleasantries with them; something that was very easy, they were always so warm and welcoming from day one and you felt like a member of their family even before Jessie placed a ring on your finger.

This time felt different though. You tried to not get too lost in your thoughts, but you couldn't help but keep coming back to the reason they were here in the first place.

It wasn't to help with wedding planning. It wasn't just to visit and say 'hi'.

They were here to meet Zoie. And Sara.

Their grandkid - and niece - and the woman Jessie shared her with.

You did your best to smile and act normal. Like this wasn't still killing you inside.

They talked about the agenda and the logistics of their visit. When they were meeting Sara and Zoie. Where. Was Jessie still sure the gifts they brought okay? There was much to sort out and verify and you really had nothing to add. How could you? It wasn't your child they were meeting. Jessie was the one who knew Sara's schedule, not you.

So you smiled and nodded along as though you were just as much a part of this as anyone could be and like it was old news. That all of this was totally fine and so were you.

And as Jessie held your hand and smiled at you as she talked, it was as easy as it could be.

It was harder to pretend when her family talked to you one on one.

"So, how are you doing?" Her mother asked as she came up to you in the kitchen while you poured waters for everyone. You immediately clenched your jaw and swallowed before catching yourself, practicing your smile as you filled the last glass before looking up at her.

"I'm doing okay," you said as brightly as you could. As much as you wanted to act normal, saying you were 'great' would've been far too much a reach for anyone to believe.

She reached out and laid a warm hand on yours, giving a light squeeze as she offered you a small smile that immediately almost brought tears to your eyes. You laughed quietly and turned away to put the water filter in the fridge, trying to compose yourself in those few seconds.

Your eyes flit over to the diamond ring on your finger as you held the fridge door open. You were the one with the ring. You were the one she wanted. You repeated these affirmations in your head and took a quick breath before turning back around.

"It's a shock for everyone," her mom spoke gently as you returned. "I can imagine it hasn't been easy to navigate."

You held her gaze, but you wanted her to stop. You didn't want to talk about this. You were barely hanging on as is. And having her look at you with this apologetic expression - or maybe it was pity - it was just too much to bear.

"It's alright," you said with a forced smile. "It's a lot for Jessie, too. And she's been great about things - now that I know." Your chest twinged in residual anger at how she hid everything from you, but you pushed past it. "She's been really thoughtful and considerate even though she's dealing with so much herself."

You cleared your throat.

"Um, and yeah, Zoie's wonderful. She's so much like Jessie in some ways, it's uncanny," you said with a quiet chuckle. You held your smile steady. "You'll love her."

Her mom smiled and reached out cupping your cheek warmly and just took you in for a couple of seconds. You felt tears starting to burn behind your eyes. You tore yourself away with another forced laugh and gathered two of the glasses.

If she noticed your burgeoning emotions, she made no comment of it.

What was hardest of all though was when you all went to meet with Zoie and Sara at the playground.

Just as before, you did your best to fit in. To be pleasant and warm as you watched her family interacting with her daughter. You stood there quietly, feeling so out of place as they smiled and hugged Jessie's ex, getting to know her, laughing and seeing her be welcomed in as well.

It was a beautiful thing; a family so loving and open, and such a contrast to how bitter and dark you felt in the midst of all of this warmth and new connections.

It wasn't about you. You kept telling yourself that over and over as you felt your mood and mental state sinking lower and lower to no avail. You felt so frustrated with yourself that you could cry. While everyone was getting to know one another, playing and running around, you berated yourself repeatedly for how you just couldn't get on board. Why couldn't you just be happy like everyone else?

No, you were too selfish. This little girl was discovering a new family. After years of missing out, was now being showered with love and affection from the family she should've had from day one. And somehow, pathetically, you just felt sorry for yourself. It felt like you weren't meant to be here. You felt insignificant and like you didn't belong anymore.

"Are you good?"

Jessie's inquiry pulled you from your thoughts. You wanted to snap at her - immediately upset that she was even remotely aware that perhaps you were anything but perfectly okay. You caught yourself.

"I'm good," you promised with a reassuring nod.

Again. It was not about you right now.

She gave you a sweet smile and grabbed you by both hands, gently pulling you towards the action and further into the group. Your heart both melted and ached, and you let her pull you either way.

--------

"We'll be back soon, okay?"

Her parents said as they hugged you both goodbye a few days later.

"And you'll set up a video call with all us and Zoie and Sara for next weekend, right?" Her dad asked. Jessie nodded patiently.

"Yes, dad," she laughed.

"K, just making sure," he said in a joking manner.

You were hugging Elysse when her dad's hushed voice caught your attention. You glanced out of the corner of your eye to see him pulling Jessie aside.

You remained focused on Elysse, but discretely strained to hear what Jessie and her dad were discussing.

"...it's okay...don't worry about it...consider it our gift to you both..."

After her family drove off and you and Jessie went back upstairs to your apartment you watched her quietly. She was acting entirely normal. You were much more vigilant about her behaviour now after everything, but she seemed fine.

Before, you would've assumed if there was something worth telling you, she'd tell you. It was hard to feel confident about that again so quickly though.

"What were you and your dad talking about at the end there?" You asked as she began preparing lunch.

She paused briefly and your senses went into high alert.

She looked over at you, seemingly gathering her thoughts.

"Um, my parents are gifting us part of the venue costs for the wedding," she said in what you imagined she aimed to be a nonchalant way. You frowned at her.

"I thought they were paying for decorations," you said.

She continued pulling things out of the fridge.

"Yeah, they are," she said simply. You frowned further at the back of her head.

"I don't get it. Didn't our last payment for the venue go through already?"

You saw her taking a deep breath before she responded, "Yeah, it did."

You exhaled gruffly, irritation settling in your chest over her simplistic responses.

"So - what's going on?" You asked, tone growing sharp. She took another deep breath and put down her utensils to face you. She folded her arms in front of herself.

"I-" she paused, her expression shifting to an apologetic look that you'd become far too familiar with in recent times. A lump formed in your throat immediately.

"I had to borrow some money from them for my part of the last payment," she admitted, gaze dropping to the floor for several moments before she braved a look at you. She took a step forward, talking eagerly - desperately - now. "It was supposed to be temporary. It's just with the timing of that last payment...with the lawyer fees, and child support, and everything, I didn't have a lot readily available. I have it, you know that, it just wasn't liquid so...I asked my parents."

Your blood was boiling and yet again, you felt a wave of guilt come over you at how ashamed and upset Jessie looked over this confession.

"Why the fuck wouldn't you tell me?" You nearly hissed.

She exhaled roughly, her shoulders slumping as she mustered a response. "I felt terrible! You were so hurt and upset with everything already. You've made so many concessions and you've been so supportive already - I couldn't add this. This was mine to deal with; I didn't want it to affect you."

"Well guess what - every fucking thing you do affects me! So yes, when you have a kid with someone else and you have to pay a shit ton to lawyers, pay child support - including offering to help her pay for her move up here," you added seethingly, "and then can't pay for parts of our wedding. Yes - it impacts me. Fuck, Jess."

Jessie's eyes were still downcast and she frowned harshly as she withstood your reproach.

"You should've told me. We could've figured it out together," you said, tone quieter this time. "I'm so sick of you lying to me. This has to stop."

She closed her eyes. "I just didn't want to push you any more. I know you're dealing with a lot already."

"I'm your fiancée, Jess. Your partner. I know things are tense right now. Delicate. But we have to be able to trust each other," you berated her.

"It wasn't about not trusting you," she said with an imploring look, "I just don't want to hurt you - disappoint you - anymore." She took a breath as she took your hands in hers. "And I've got things sorted now. I was ready to pay my parents back, but my dad isn't letting me. Hence the gift."

You shook your head as you looked away feeling tired and drained.

A few seconds passed and she was about to speak again when her phone buzzed on the counter and her screen lit up. Sara.

You ground your teeth together and heat coursed up through your body.

"Your ex is texting you," you said flatly as you dropped your hands from hers.

Jessie sighed wearily and reached for your hands again, but you stepped aside.

"She's not my ex," she told you in frustration. "Not the way you're thinking it." You scoffed and shot her a hard look.

"No. She's the mother of your child. Which is far more significant," you said, silencing any kind of rebuttal Jessie might have had planned otherwise.

You retreated to the bedroom. Suddenly, the apartment felt far too small with no safe place for reprieve.

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The next morning you stirred from sleep, opening your eyes to see, as usual, Jessie's side of the bed fully made. You could hear rustling out in the kitchen and you subconsciously let out a tired sigh as recollections of yesterday came back to you.

You laid out on your back and stared wordlessly up at the ceiling. The rest of the evening prior had been tense, but still ended with Jessie's arm wrapped around your waist as you both went to sleep in an unspoken truce.

As if on cue, Jessie gingerly opened the bedroom door and peeked inside. You made eye contact with her and she smiled, opening the door more fully with her shoulder and bearing two steaming mugs of coffee.

"Good morning, baby," she greeted with a soft smile as she rounded the bed and sat down next to you, offering you your mug. You sat up and took it from her, returning her smile. "Did you sleep okay?"

You shrugged lightly. "Yeah, I slept alright. How about you?" She shrugged much the same way you had.

"It was okay," she said, tone a bit down as she looked into her mug before looking back up at you. "I still felt off about everything yesterday. I'm really sorry."

You gave her a faint smile. "Don't lie to me again. I mean it."

She nodded readily. "I understand. I do."

She took a breath and cracked a half-hearted smile. You couldn't help but notice how her eyes betrayed her. "Think you'll ever forgive me?" She asked with what was meant to be a casual chuckle.

Whether she was being serious or not, you found yourself answer earnestly. You mustered up as much of a smile as you could. "I'm trying, Jess."

Her expression faltered and she let out a breathy laugh as she swirled the dark liquid in her mug. Her eyes shimmered as she met your gaze once again.

"What is it going to take? I'll do anything," she said quietly.

You sighed softly as your own eyes were now drawn to the mug in your hand while you processed her plea. You cracked a wry smirk as you looked at her.

"Well, not lying to me would be a good start," you said, but quickly moved on over the apologetic expression she gave you. Some other words swirled inside your mind and maybe if you hadn't just woken up you may have kept them to yourself. Instead, you spoke.

"I just want you to myself again," you admitted quietly, surprised at the emotion that rose to the surface so readily. "I miss you so much. And I miss us."

Jessie frowned and reached forward, setting down her mug on your nightstand and grabbing yours to do the same. She grasped your hands and inched closer to you.

"I'm here," she told you emphatically. "I'm still yours. I always have been. And I always want to be." You stared at her, looking into her glistening eyes. She moved closer and squeezed your hands. "I miss you, too. More than you know. And we're still 'us' - I still want everything with you that I did before." She released a quiet sigh. "I wish you'd let me in again."

There was something about this moment. The way she looked at you, the way she was opening up - searching for you - it felt soothing and it eased the aching loneliness that had been consuming you lately. You wanted more.

You found yourself leaning forward and capturing her lips in a kiss. You noted the mild look of surprise on her face as you closed in, but any uncertainty she'd felt seemingly melted away as she returned your kiss, allowing you to deepen it and she leaned into you furthermore.

Before you knew it, you were pulling her down onto the bed and she climbed on top of you, kissing you hungrily and your hands and hers wandered over one another in a growing frenzy.

You tugged her shirt off and she readily obliged, raising herself onto her knees as she peeled it off. Your eyes took in her glorious form, something you'd seen only in passing the past couple of months. Your eyes immediately fell to the growing bulge in her pants and you felt your core throb with want. It had been so long.

When you looked back up at her face, you saw how her eyes had grown dark with lust and need. Her hands roamed across your body like she was exploring you for the first time all over again. The tips of her fingers dug into your skin when she lost control and she was quick to remove all of your clothes, her lips kissing all across your skin as she rediscovered you.

"You are so beautiful," she whispered headily as she kissed up your torso and pulled you close. "I love you so much. You're the only one for me."

Your pulse was pounding inside your head as you pulled her the rest of the way up your body and into a heated kiss. You rocked your hips against her, feeling her hot, stiff member pressing against you. You could feel yourself dripping with need and you whimpered unabashedly in desperation. She nudged at your entrance and you could hear her breath hitch as her shoulders rounded out in tension.

"I want you inside of me," you commanded.

"Oh fuck," she said in a whimper of her own as her fingers dug into your skin and her back arched above you though she didn't enter you yet.

She released a huff as she pushed hard off the mattress and slammed open her nightstand drawer with urgency, pulling out a condom, ripping the top of the wrapper off with her mouth and hurriedly rolling it onto her cock and settled herself back on top of you.

Your stomach dropped at the action as the world outside of this moment came flooding back into your consciousness. It's not that you wanted to risk anything right now, but the condom was a painful reminder of the drama that had taken over your life as of late.

A small noise escaped you as Jessie slipped inside of your heat for the first time since all of this began. She groaned low in her chest and she held herself deep inside of you for several moments, her muscles taut before she began to pull her hips back and started to establish a rhythm.

Your arms were wrapped around the back of her shoulders and while you would normally be panting and moaning in pleasure, clawing at her as she brought you pleasure like no one else had, in this moment, you stared blankly up at the ceiling as she rocked and breathed above you.

"God, you feel so good," she panted as she thrust into you and buried her face further into your neck. You closed your eyes and clung to her as you tried to drive other thoughts from your mind.

You dug your nails into her skin and screwed your eyes close even tighter.

This was Jessie. This was the woman you loved more than anything in the world. The person you'd chosen, the one who'd chosen you. The person you wanted forever with.

The pit in your stomach persisted.

The sounds of her strong thrusts in and out of you filled the room and echoed loudly in your ears. It wasn't until her steady strokes suddenly slowed and faltered before stopping altogether, that you opened your eyes again. You blinked in confusion at the interruption. She remained inside of you, but now held herself up above you on her hands as she looked down at you with a concerned frown.

"A-are you okay? We can stop if you want," she said tentatively as she searched your face.

Something possessed you as she looked down at you with uncertainty and worry in her eyes. You reached up, pulling her down into a hard kiss and flipped the two of you over so you were on top, ensuring to not let her slip out of you as you did so.

You didn't break the kiss, instead kissing her with greater fervour as you began to rock your hips. Soon you raised yourself up so her tip was stretching your entrance out and dropped back down onto her, swallowing her hard cock to the hilt and immediately meeting her previous rhythm and even increasing it some.

Her hands gripped your hips tightly, her fingers digging into your skin and her head fell back into the pillow.

"W-we don't have to do anything," she managed to say, voice hitching with effort as she tried to blink through the haze of pleasure you were creating.

"Don't you want me," you whispered sultrily as you leaned down and tugged her earlobe with your teeth as you rode her hard.

She let out a high pitched whimper in your ear. It sounded like heaven to you and spurred on this strange self-satisfied sensation in your chest.

"Of course I do," she panted helplessly as she subconsciously rocked her hips up to meet your thrusts. Her fingers curled desperately into your skin and she added breathily, "I always do."

"Tell me I'm yours," you coaxed as you bounced on her length, relishing how her hips jerked up into you while she panted and moaned beneath you.

She groaned and reached up, pulling you down against her and holding you close while she tried to takeover your thrusts.

"You're mine," she said as she ran her fingers through your hair. You lifted yourself back up a bit to regain control of the rhythm and you smirked at how her eyes fluttered shut and she groaned once more. She let out a wanting breath. "And I'm yours." You saw her jaw flex and her head fell further back. "Fuck. I belong to you."

You placed your hands on your chest and continued to ride her, newly inspired by her proclamations. You couldn't help but be aware that in any other scenario, you'd have been cumming on her cock by now. Instead, outside of this empty satisfaction that fluttered inside your chest, you didn't feel anywhere close to a climax.

Her whimpers and moans began to grow in pitch and you knew she was close. She managed to open her eyes and look to you. She seemed to recognize that you weren't close and though she tried to hold on, she stood no chance and it was only a matter of time until her moan hitched in her throat and she pushed herself up as deep into you as she could as she spilled herself into the condom.

The satisfaction you'd felt moments before quickly faded as the heat of the moment wore off and soon you sat straddling her hips, quietly watching her as she softened inside of you.

Jessie had hardly come out the other side of her orgasm, when she moved, trying to coax you onto your back and offering to go down on you.

"Baby, it's okay," you told her though you allowed her to lay you down. You held her in place as she went to move down your body. She faltered.

"I want you to feel good too," she said with gentle, pleading eyes.

"I do feel good," you insisted and she let out a wry chuckle.

"Babe...," she said, "I know it's been a while..., but I know when you didn't cum."

"So what?" You asked, your face beginning to heat up under her scrutiny - intended or not. You tried to discretely duck your head into her shoulder under the guise of cuddling in. You hugged her to you. "I just want to lay here together."

You felt the indecision in her body, stiffening as she decided whether to push further or to just let it go. She eventually relaxed and laid down next to you while gently pulling you into her arms. She kissed the top of your head and you laid a kiss on her collarbone.

You kept your head tucked in as you stared vacantly down the bed, idly aware of how your limbs were still entangled. She squeezed you and kissed your head once more as her fingers grazed along your arm in sweet affection.

Sex with Jessie had always been incredible. Passionate. Loving. Intimate. Fun. And there were glimpses of that this morning, but they were fleeting despite how hard you tried to hold onto those feelings. Instead of feeling satiated, blissful, tired and energized in all the best ways, and above all, thoroughly loved, you felt kind of...empty.

Your breathing started to quicken as uneasiness began to fester inside your chest. While you should've felt calm and peaceful in her arms, suddenly you felt restless. You fought against the feeling for as long as you could, but eventually your fingers curled in against her skin and you gave her a fleeting kiss on the shoulder as your removed yourself from her embrace. She looked to you questioningly.

"I'm gonna go take a shower," you explained with a small smile. She propped herself up on her elbows as you maneuvered off the bed.

"I'll join you," she said quickly before hesitating. "If you want."

You stood before her, feeling unnaturally exposed and wracking your mind for an excuse before you even realized it.

"Didn't you shower already this morning?" You asked innocently as you distractedly began gathering up clothes for the day.

"We haven't showered together in a long time," she countered, her tone betraying the ease of the shrug you saw her give in the mirror. She watched you wordlessly and intently for another moment before adding with a soft smile that made your heart ache. "I don't mind at all."

You closed the drawer and turned around to face her. Your heart panged further at how she looked braced for rejection.

"Sure," you said with a quiet smile. "Come on, then"

She beamed at your response and rushed out of bed to start gathering new towels. She eagerly took your clothes from you and folded them neatly, setting them on the bathroom counter. She started the shower, checking the temperature and let you know when it was warm. She gave you another sweet smile as you approached and held her hand out for you as you stepped in.

She followed you, closing the shower door behind her and gently grasped you by the waist, moving you so you were more fully under the water. While she didn't really mind getting cold, you despised it and she knew it.

Despite your mood even minutes before, you couldn't help but melt slightly under her attentiveness. She smiled and kissed you - on the lips, on your cheeks, your nose, forehead. She lathered your hair for you, soaped you up playfully and sweetly.

It felt like old times.

You began to return the favour, and - much like old times - you felt compelled to let your hands wander. She looked momentarily uncertain as you reach down between your bodies to began stroking her. Her eyes were watchful as you coaxed her member to grow firmer and longer in your skillful hand.

To rid her of any lingering doubts of your intentions, you ran your free hand through her hair and leaned in and began to tenderly kiss her neck. You felt her throat rumble with a low groan and she allowed herself to begin to buck gently into your hand.

Her arms wrapped around you, making you feel warm and safe, and a rush of emotion rose within you.

"I love you Jessie," you said against her neck as your fingers dug into her crown. You felt her body relax, like some kind of weight was relieved of her, and soon she gently pushed you against the shower wall in a deep kiss.

"I love you too," she whispered into the kiss. "So much."

The throbbing in your core grew stronger as she began to more fully grind against you and into your hand, the head of her cock gliding against your stomach with every stroke.

You pushed her back slightly, adjusting the position of her cock so it was now between your legs. She thrust forward, her length now nudging against your entrance. You leaned your head back against the shower wall and pulled her closer as you panted in renewed need for her.

She subtly rut against you, the head of her cock spreading your entrance ever so slightly more each time as she toyed with slipping inside of you.

You lifted your leg, planting your foot on the lower ledge of the shower, inviting her in. You felt her exhale lustfully. She rocked up into you a touch more, the head pushing just enough inside that your walls fully enveloped it this time, both of you gasping at the sensation.

"I'll pull out," she told you as she withdrew before immersing herself further inside of you.

You screwed your eyes together harder as you urgently tried to stall the thoughts that threatened to invade your mind at her comment.

You just wanted to be with her. Be loved by her and to not think about how your world and your relationship had fragmented. You held her closer and she responded by thrusting up into you with greater force and pace.

She whispered sweet nothings as she drove into you, your skin pressed against the cold tiles of the shower. Her words were loving and wanting, dirty and sweet, all things that made you cum on her cock countless times before. Words, sentiments and actions that always left your body quivering while her name fell from your mouth in whispers and cries.

For the second time this morning though, your mind refused to let you be in the moment. You wanted to let go and to fall apart in the safety of her arms, but you just couldn't.

Your eyes began to tear up and you were grateful for the water that cascaded down both your bodies.

You didn't want her to worry. And you didn't want to have to talk about it. You didn't want to linger on what this all meant.

So you moaned, and whimpered, and dragged your nails down her back in all the ways you used to. You let your moans hit a fever pitch, your breath hitching and shuddering, knowing she wouldn't let herself cum before you again.

True to her word, as her thrusts grew rapid and desperate, her own breath catching as her climax approached, she pulled out at the last second and pumped her fist hard and fast over her cock a couple of times before she came with a heady grunt, ropes of cum shooting up onto your torso only to be washed away just as fast by the shower.

"Holy fuck," she panted as the last drops of cum drained from her. She released her cock and braced one hand against the wall, eyes closed. You tenderly ran your hands up and down the sides of her neck and watched her quietly. She rest her forehead against yours.

"I love you so much," she breathed, eyes still closed in the haze of her orgasm.

You closed your eyes, a strange hollowness inside your chest. A beat passed before you squeezed her tightly to you.

"I love you, too."

[sibylsleaves]

good morning sibyl … prompt: sleepy buddie 😴🤩

omg yay....this is the one i kinda started last night because i was excited!! also im sorry hima...i broke the rules right off the bat because this is slightly over 1k 😔😔 plz forgive me....

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It’s late when they make it back. Christopher’s been passed out since they crossed the state line. Eddie’s absolutely exhausted, a little delirious from eleven and a half hours in the car but so, so happy as the little house on Bedford Drive comes into view. He gets Chris awake enough to shuffle inside and get into bed, and then drags their bags inside, leaving them in the front hall. Everything else can wait.

Tomorrow they’re going to head straight to Buck’s in the morning to surprise him—Eddie promised Chris it would be the first thing they did when they got back to LA. He’s already checked with Bobby to make sure he’s not on shift.

He’d been too scared to tell Buck that they were coming home. Terrified that Chris would change his mind, or that his parents would try to stop them, or that something would happen to snatch it all away from him again. It hadn’t feel real, hadn’t felt permanent, until he walked up the front steps.

Now, easing down the familiar creaky hallway and pushing open the bedroom door, Eddie lets out the breath he’s been holding since the day Chris left.

The sight that greets him on the other side of the door steals that breath right back. 

There’s someone lying in his bed. Eddie knows it’s Buck before he can even understand how he knows it’s Buck. As if he could recognize him from just the outline of his sleeping body in the dark.

In the wake of his initial surprise, Eddie is filled with something he can only call peace. He’s home. They’re home. And somehow, it makes sense that Buck should be here, asleep in Eddie’s bed like he belongs there.

Moving quietly, Eddie sheds his pants and exchanges his road-worn henley for a fresh t-shirt. Then he moves to the other side of the bed and climbs in beside Buck. 

“‘’ddie?” comes the sleep-roughened rumble of Buck’s voice. 

“Hey,” Eddie says softly in the dark. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“S’okay. ’m glad. You’re here,” he says, or maybe it’s I’m glad you’re here.

“I’m glad you’re here, too,” Eddie says, settling onto the pillow next to him. Under the blankets, Buck moves, rolling toward him, tucking all that bulk against Eddie. Eddie wraps an arm around him, letting himself, in this quiet, unguarded moment, live in the spaces of Buck’s body, in the warm certainty that no matter how far he goes, Buck will always be his home.

He breathes in, letting all the tension of the last few weeks dissipate, and presses his cheek into the hollow of Buck’s throat. Sleep is creeping up on him, waiting to pull him under.

Buck lets out a little hum, almost a moan, and turns his face toward Eddie’s. 

It’s as natural as anything to meet him there, lips nudging together in a kiss that’s sweet and soft until it isn’t. Until Buck grabs the back of Eddie’s head, angling his face to kiss him deeper, until Eddie opens his mouth to greedily drink every sigh and whimper from Buck’s mouth, until he presses Buck down against the sleep-warm sheets and kisses him and kisses him and kisses him.

But sleep is still lapping at his edges, and soon the near frantic need slows into something languid and undemanding.

Buck sighs his name, sounding half a step from sleep himself, and they settle again, tangled together.

“I’m gonna tell you everything in the morning,” Eddie promises. Means it, too, when he says everything—everything that went down in El Paso with his parents, with Chris, everything he’s been keeping back from Buck because he couldn’t bear to tell him with eight hundred miles still between them. “But tonight I just—I’m home. We’re home. And I love you. That’s the most important part.”

“I love you, too,” Buck says, as easy as anything. Like it’s something he’s said a hundred times before. And maybe—maybe it really is that easy.

Buck hums again and between one breath and the next Eddie feels him drop back off. 

He follows soon after.

When Eddie wakes, he’s alone. It takes him a full minute to even remember where he is—not in Texas anymore thank god— and an additional few seconds to remember that Buck was in his bed last night.

That’s also about when he hears the sound of the kitchen door closing just a little too hard.

He’s out of bed so quickly he’s almost dizzy, stumbling across the hall and into the kitchen where he finds Buck.

Buck who is not, as Eddie might have thought, shuffling around in his pajamas trying to get the coffee going for them. Instead he’s standing fully dressed, shoes on, with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder.

Eddie leans against the doorway. “Were you seriously gonna try to sneak out?”

Buck jumps at the sound of his voice and then immediately goes rigid, his head angled down like a dog waiting to be scolded for bad behavior. “Eddie.”

“Well?” Eddie asks.

“I—” Buck chokes out, his shoulders stiffening, his hand clenched around the strap of his duffle bag. “I’m sorry.”

“For sneaking out?”

Buck nods, face red and bright. “For—all of it. For being in your house when you were—when you were gone. For sleeping in your bed. For—for last night.”

“You’re sorry for last night?” Eddie echoes. “Buck, you kissed me.”

Buck flinches. “I didn’t—I thought I was dreaming.”

“What?”

“When you woke me up last night I—I thought I was still dreaming,” Buck says. “That’s why I kissed you. And then I woke up this morning and you were really there and that meant I’d really, actually kissed you, and I—”

“Freaked out and decided to sneak out of the house before I woke up?” Eddie suggests.

Buck nods miserably. 

“And at any point in this freak out did it occur to you that the fact that you really, actually kissed me means that I really, actually kissed you back?”

“I—oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” Eddie repeats, unable to stop the smile from spreading over his face.

“You wanted it,” Buck says slowly. “You…”

“Want it,” Eddie corrects, crossing the space between them and taking Buck’s face in his heads. “Really, actually.”

Buck drops the duffel bag on the ground. Eddie kisses him, as sweet and slow as he’d kissed him last night. Buck makes a noise that sounds like wanting and kisses him back, holding onto Eddie’s arms, thumbs digging into the soft parts of his wrists. 

“This is real, Buck,” Eddie murmurs between lush, indulgent kisses. “I’m really here. I’m really home. And I really love you.”

“I love you, too,” Buck says, and it’s so different from the way he said it last night. In the light of morning, the words are tremulous and precious, but still easy, so easy.

Eddie smiles, and before he can kiss him again, Buck pulls back. 

“And…you don’t think it’s weird?” he asks anxiously. “That I was, uh—living here?”

“Well, that explains the duffle bag,” Eddie says mildly. His hand finds Buck’s shoulder, his gaze finding Buck’s. “Buck, everything has felt wrong since the second Christopher walked out that door with my parents. Last night was the first time in my life that everything, finally, felt right.”

“Oh,” Buck says, eyes pink and wet. “That’s—me, too. That’s why I thought it had to be a dream.”

Eddie kisses him again and this time—this time the kiss turns from soft to molten. Eddie had been too exhausted last night to even think about anything more but now—now he’s definitely thinking about it. And judging by the noises Buck’s making and the way his hips hitch against Eddie’s, he’s thinking about it, too.

“You know,” Eddie says breezily, walking them backward out of the kitchen and back toward the bedroom. “We had a pretty long drive yesterday. Chris’ll probably be asleep for the next few hours. Maybe in the meantime, we can see if I can make some of your other dreams come true.”

ficlet february prompts

[aventurineswife]

I cannot stress how much I love your works

So I have a silly request

Aventurine, Dan heng, ratio, Jiaoqiu, moze, sunday, and Caelus (I don't see much love fr himmmm T^T poor racoon bb) when their s/o steals their jacket,

now they see their s/o with their jacket on and reader sees him without his jacket (them looking like a snack I swear with those snatched clothes) and now both get flustered or flirty

-🍮🩵

The Jacket Chronicles

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Caelus x Reader, Jiaoqiu x Reader, Moze x Reader, Fluff, Banter, Flustered Reactions, Teasing, Subtle Possessiveness, Playful Tension, Light Romance, Jacket Stealing Trope, Embarrassment, Vulnerability.

Aventurine sat in his study, lounging comfortably in his chair, a glass of wine in hand. His mind was sharp, focused on the calculations for the latest gambit he was orchestrating. The subtle hum of the lights was the only sound filling the air, a contrast to the swirling thoughts in his head.

But suddenly, he paused.

His gaze snapped to the door, where you had just walked in, his jacket draped loosely over your shoulders. The sight was... distracting, to say the least. The soft fabric hung loosely, but it wasn’t the jacket that caught his attention—it was how you wore it, casual yet so undeniably alluring.

You looked up at him, noticing his wide-eyed expression, and smirked. “I hope you don’t mind me borrowing this. It’s quite comfortable,” you teased, adjusting the jacket as it fluttered around you. You looked nothing short of a vision, the way the jacket softened your features and added an air of effortless elegance.

Aventurine’s mind immediately went into overdrive. His usual calm demeanor faltered slightly, a grin tugging at his lips as he leaned forward, placing the wine down with a soft thud. “I must admit,” he said, his voice dipping lower, “it looks better on you than it ever did on me.”

The comment had its intended effect. You flushed, a little caught off-guard by the heat in his gaze. But instead of backing away, you shot back with a wink. “Maybe I should just keep it.”

He stood up, taking a slow step toward you, the playful smirk never leaving his face. “Careful, darling. Stealing my jacket is one thing, but you might just end up stealing my heart next.”

You laughed, and he couldn't help but pull you closer, letting the flirty banter continue, both of you lost in the tension that had quietly filled the room.

Dan Heng had just finished checking the controls on the Astral Express when he walked back to his quarters. His movements were careful, measured, a reflection of his usual quiet demeanor. But when he opened the door, his eyes instantly found you—wearing his jacket.

His jacket. The one that was a little too big for you but looked perfect with the way it draped around your figure, your hands tucked into the sleeves. He froze for a moment, his eyes locked on you, unable to mask the heat rising in his chest.

You glanced up at him and smiled, clearly noticing the way he seemed to freeze in place. “Does it look alright?” you asked, your tone light, playful.

Dan Heng’s usual calm composure slipped, just for a moment. He cleared his throat, adjusting his posture, and took a step toward you. "You—" He paused, glancing at the way the jacket swayed around you. “It... looks good on you.”

Your teasing smile grew as you shrugged nonchalantly. “Maybe I’ll keep it.” You turned to leave, but Dan Heng moved quicker, placing a hand on your shoulder to stop you.

“Not without a fight,” he murmured, leaning in just enough for his breath to brush your ear. The proximity had your heart racing, and you looked up at him, surprised by the sudden shift in his demeanor.

His eyes were intense, flustered but determined. “I think I’d like to see how well you can fight for it.”

His words sent a thrill down your spine. You smirked, leaning into his touch, enjoying the moment of playful tension. Maybe you didn’t want to keep the jacket after all.

Ratio was reviewing some notes when he noticed you walk by, his jacket hanging effortlessly around your shoulders. The dark fabric was a perfect contrast to your figure, and the subtle shift in his gaze was undeniable.

He cleared his throat, his fingers still tapping on the edge of the table as his mind scrambled for something intelligent to say. “I—uh—don’t think you understand how much that jacket means to me,” he said, his words blunt yet carrying a hint of something more.

You turned to face him, the teasing glint in your eyes making his heart skip a beat. “Is that so? I thought it looked better on me than it ever did on you.”

He set down his papers, standing a little straighter. “I’m not sure that’s a fair comparison, my dear. You may look good in it, but there is something about seeing you in my jacket that makes me feel... more than a little possessive.” His eyes flicked to the way the jacket clung to you, the small adjustments you made with it.

You smirked, inching closer, the space between you narrowing. “Are you suggesting I’m not allowed to wear it?”

Ratio didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached for the jacket, pulling it closer to you, brushing his fingers along your shoulder. The playful tension between you both was thick in the air, and his voice softened. “Maybe, just this once, I’ll let you keep it. But be warned, I’m not one to share my things lightly.”

The teasing tone, though, never quite left his voice.

Moze’s eyes followed you as you entered the room, his gaze briefly flicking to the jacket you had casually draped over your shoulders. He hadn’t seen it before, but the familiar shade of violet mixed with the scent of his cologne had him instinctively realizing what had happened.

You looked at him, your posture nonchalant, yet there was a certain way the jacket swirled around you that made his breath hitch. He said nothing at first, but the tightness in his chest grew.

You noticed his gaze, the way his expression hardened slightly. “What’s wrong?” you asked, your tone deceptively light. “Don’t you like it?”

Moze’s throat went dry. He swallowed, his usual detached demeanor faltering for a second. “It’s not about liking it,” he murmured, his eyes narrowing as they trailed over the jacket that now seemed to fit you so well, almost too well. “It’s just... not something I’m used to seeing.”

You stepped closer, raising an eyebrow. “And what exactly are you used to seeing?”

His voice lowered, the usual stoic coldness replaced with something a little more vulnerable. “Someone who wears my things... and makes them look better than I do.” His words were a challenge, but also an admission of the strange possessiveness he felt.

You smirked, leaning in just enough to close the distance between you. “Guess that’s your problem then, isn’t it?”

Moze’s lips quirked upward, though his eyes remained sharp, focused on you. “Maybe,” he said quietly. “But it doesn’t mean I’m letting you keep it.”

You grinned at the playful spark in his eye, realizing that perhaps, he wasn’t as emotionless as he wanted you to believe.

The battlefield’s cold winds howled, but inside the medical tent, it was a surprisingly quiet moment. Jiaoqiu sat cross-legged on a cushion, his feather fan resting against his lap. His usual composure was intact despite his pale salmon hair loose around his shoulders and his closed eyes reflecting his blindness. The faint scent of herbs lingered, remnants of his latest alchemical concoction.

"Jiaoqiu, have you seen my—" you started to ask but cut yourself off, realizing the absurdity of the question.

Instead, your attention was drawn to the elegant jacket draped across a chair—light gold with subtle, intricate embroidery that shimmered under the lantern’s glow. Before thinking it through, you slid the jacket on, savoring its warmth and how it carried the faint scent of his medicinal herbs.

“Ah,” Jiaoqiu’s voice was gentle but curious, his ears twitching slightly. “You’ve taken my jacket, haven’t you?”

“How could you possibly tell?” you teased, watching his lips curl into a small smile.

“Call it instinct—or maybe it’s the sound of fabric brushing against your arms,” he replied. He reached out a hand toward you, and you instinctively stepped closer, guiding it to rest against the jacket’s lapel. “Hm. It suits you better than it suits me.”

You chuckled, only to realize he wasn’t wearing his inner robes properly. His upper body was loosely wrapped in a light undershirt, his sharp collarbones and toned chest subtly exposed. The sight made your cheeks flush.

“Jiaoqiu, you’re—”

He tilted his head. “What? Is there something wrong with me?” His voice carried a hint of playfulness, but his hands now rested on his fan, teasingly tapping it against his palm.

“N-no! You just—you look good,” you stammered, trying to hold your composure as your face burned hotter.

His lips quirked up, though his closed eyes betrayed none of his thoughts. “You sound flustered. Could it be that my darling likes me better without my jacket?”

You huffed, trying to change the subject. “Well, you might not get this jacket back anytime soon—it’s incredibly cozy.”

Jiaoqiu leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping into a soft, teasing lilt. “Then perhaps I should take something of yours to even the score.”

The Astral Express hummed quietly as it sailed through the stars, casting a serene glow over its halls. Sunday stood near the observation deck, staring out at the endless cosmos. Leaving his tailored vest and crisp shirt on display. You’d never seen him like this before, his usually composed demeanor offset by the casual absence of his tailcoat.

“You left this lying around,” you called, stepping into view. Only it wasn’t true—you had “borrowed” it. Sunday turned, his eyes locking onto you, his wings twitching slightly in surprise.

His tailcoat hung loosely on your frame, the asymmetrical white and blue fabric looking far more casual and comfortable than it ever did on him. The scarf, still attached, fluttered slightly as you walked closer.

“I see you’ve made yourself at home in my attire,” Sunday remarked, his tone calm, though a faint hint of pink colored his cheeks.

“You weren’t wearing it, so I thought I’d put it to better use,” you teased.

Sunday raised a brow, his gaze trailing over your figure. “It suits you better than I expected… though, perhaps I’m biased.”

Your playful retort died in your throat as you took in his appearance. Without his tailcoat, his fitted vest accentuated his waist and shoulders. The way his hair fell over his eyes, paired with the faint flutter of his wings, made him look utterly ethereal—and undeniably attractive.

“You—uh—you look…” You trailed off, your cheeks burning.

Sunday smirked softly. “Lost for words? I’m flattered.”

“Don’t get cocky!” you shot back, though your voice betrayed your flustered state.

He chuckled softly, stepping closer. “You wear it well, my dear, but be careful. I might need to borrow it back… or something else of yours.”

The Astral Express lounge was comfortably warm, but the chill from your earlier excursion lingered on your skin. Spotting Caelus’s jacket on the couch, you couldn’t resist pulling it on. It was heavier than expected, the black fabric adorned with subtle gold accents. You hugged it around yourself, savoring the warmth and the faint scent of him that clung to the fabric.

“Isn’t that mine?” Caelus’s voice startled you. Turning, you found him leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed.

“Uh… maybe?” you replied sheepishly.

His eyes softened as he stepped closer, but then you noticed he wasn’t wearing much—a simple white shirt clung to his torso, highlighting the subtle definition of his chest and shoulders.

“Caelus, you’re—” You couldn’t finish the sentence, your brain short-circuiting at the sight of him.

“I’m what?” he asked, his smirk betraying his amusement. “Cold? I might be… since you stole my jacket.”

Your face flushed. “I didn’t steal it! I borrowed it!”

He grinned, stepping even closer. “Oh? And how long do you plan to keep ‘borrowing’ it?”

“As long as I want,” you retorted, crossing your arms, though the motion only made his jacket swallow you more.

His gaze lingered on you, and he rubbed the back of his neck. “You look… good. Really good.” His voice was quieter now, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

“Thanks,” you replied, suddenly feeling bold. “But you should know, you look even better without it.”

His blush deepened, and he averted his gaze, muttering, “That’s not fair…”

[lheesluv]

Grind on it (s.jy)

The house is empty and Jake is over. You couldn’t help but just… grind on it. He’s too hot.

PAIRINGS - boyfriend!jake x fem!reader

GENRE - smut

WARNINGS - smut (mdni), dry humping, alcohol, some fluff, Imk if i missed anything!

WC - 0.8k

A/N — hi guys it’s been a minute. first jake post! and… WOO 300 followers YAYY. thank u guys :DD also pls send requests guys 😣

© All rights reserved Iheesluv do not copy, repost, or translate.

"Little sips only," he tells you before handing the alcohol back to you. You two passed the bottle back and forth until both of your cheeks were slightly red now.

You invited Jake to come over since your parents were out together. They weren’t strict, no. They had no issue with Jake coming over, except… the door had to be open.

Obviously, you two weren’t going to “bang” with your parents' home regardless, but you didn’t like the thought of having one of them walk into you and Jake kissing.

"Your ears are red," you giggled after pointing it out. "And so are yours," Jake also points out. You both giggled, letting your feet dangle off the bed. You turned your head and took the time to admire his facial features.

Handsome.

Jake's eyes shifted and locked eyes with you as I looked away shyly. "I caught youuu," he teased, pointing the finger at you. "Nuh-uh," you say, looking away. Thank god your cheeks were red already.

"Mmm, I'm sure I caught you just now..." "Nope." Jake chuckles at your words. "It's okay to stare, I stare at you all the time." You snapped your head towards him. "Creep." Jake scoots closer and leans in. "Your creep," he smiles, acting innocent.

You playfully shoved his chest, only for him to lean back in. "Are you asking to get caught?" You scolded him. "Mmm... your parents aren’t here yet..." Jake says, leaning in closer until you feel his breath fanning against your face.

"And if they do?" You ask quietly, your eyes unable to look away from his lips. "Then we pretend," he answers in a low voice then guides you on his lap.

You sat in his lap comfortably, wrapping your arms around his neck. You leaned down a bit and pressed your lips on his. You felt him smile through your kiss as he snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

Your fingers run through his hair, pulling him closer to you. His thumb traces small circles on your hips that bring some sort of comfort.

Naturally, your hips slowly started moving. Jake suddenly felt tense below you but gradually relaxed his muscles and let you do as you pleased.

At this point, you felt his growing bulge pressed against you. Jake pulled away from the kiss and said breathily, "Horny?" You slowly grinded on him and looked at him with red cheeks, "Maybe."

"Hurry then."

That's all it took for you to continue. Even though you were both clothed, you felt his bulge so prominently through his sweats and your shorts.

Soft stuttered moans fell from your lips as you felt the friction rub against your clit every now and then.

"Aren't you making a mess, pretty girl, hm?" Jake mumbles against your collarbone, leaving small kisses. You only whined as your hips kept moving.

His grip on your hips tightened as he pants against your neck. "You're so fucking lucky I can't pin you down and fuck you right now," Jake mumbles. He knew your parents would be home soon, he couldn’t risk anything.

His lips were parted as he let out low-deep moans, his eyelids halfway closed like he was in a daze. You bit down on your lip, not wanting to make a noise from how hot he looked and sounded. It only brought you closer to your climax.

“Yeah, y-yeah, grind on it, baby.” "C-Close," you softly cried out, gripping his shoulders as you felt the pleasure rise. "I got you, baby," Jake says with a heavy breath, helping you move your hips.

"Fuck, I'm almost there, baby. Hold on." Jake thrusts up against your core even if you were both clothed, trying to create more friction.

"Jake..." you whined his name, brows furrowed as you felt your climax approach closer. "S-Shit, baby. I got you, I got you. Cum for me, baby."

A silent moan left your lips as the right band in you snapped. Your head dropped on his shoulder. You tried to grind on his hard bulge to bring him to his climax with the power you had left.

His hands squeezes your ass as he thrusts up one more time before pressing your hips down on him. "Oh, fuck, baby," he breaths out, making a mess in his boxers.

Your muscles relaxed themselves as your limbs dropped after you both released. The sticky feeling between your legs made you feel uncomfortable, but you couldn't care at that moment.

Jake leans back with an airy chuckle, "What a mess." You tiredly nodded, your head resting in the crook of his neck. "You okay?" "Mhm, just tired," you chuckled with some energy you had.

"Let's go clean up real quick, okay?" Jake suggested. You hummed, feeling your being lift up in his arms.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 138 (Ash In Captivity)

Ash Landgraab woke inside a small wooden shack. He was still wearing his winter clothes, but a warm sunshine was setting outside the small windows. His head hurt, but he thought he made out palm trees below clear blue sky. Did he smell the ocean?

He remembered being taken by a man in a hood and sunglasses, but the man stuck him with something sharp...and then he woke up here. Outside, he heard the voice of the man who grabbed him, his words muffled as he spoke to someone on the phone.

"How much longer are we supposed to wait? If we can't get back, who knows what we'll even make it back to? The longer we're here-"

The man grumbled, sticking the phone in his pocket as the door to the shack swung open. Ash kept his face forward to mask his fear, making note of the items in the room. An old fridge that smelled like rotting food, a few books, a camper's portable bed, and an old Grimophone.

Catching the boy's eyes glance toward the music player, the man sneered. Did he know what it could do? "It's broken. Don't even think about trying to play music. If you make so much as a sound-"

"You'll do what? Kidnap me?"

"Worse." The man sneered with a shake of his head. "You Landgraabs are all the same. Smart mouths, no sense. What moron convinced your family to let security take vacation during the Easter break? We'd never have gotten close to you, otherwise."

Ash frowned. "I...my Nan said it was a nice idea! How do you know Conrad, anyway? What other Landgraabs do you know?"

Ash's captor laughed. "So many questions! I don't have time for any of them. I need to go get someone; you stay here. If you try to leave, the whole place will blow. And if it doesn't, there will be two men with big guns guarding the door. Their orders are to shoot if you try to escape."

"You said on the phone you don't even know what we're waiting for. Who were you talking to?"

"It's rude to listen to people's phone calls."

"It's rude to talk about people behind their backs!"

The man clenched his fist with a glower. "If you weren't worth more alive then dead..."

He stopped himself, pulling out his phone again. The door slammed shut behind him, and he made a show of loudly turning a skeleton key to lock it behind him. "No bull, kid. Remember, men with guns will be here any second now."

(There is Landgraab in Ash, guys. It's not advisable to talk to your kidnapper like this at nine years old, but just because Ash doesn't talk to everyone this way doesn't mean he doesn't have that instinct when faced with someone rude! He's been raised - by the Landgraabs - believing he's special and his kidnapper all but confirms it.)

Ash slid under the covers in the small bed, waiting until he heard the man swim to an outrigger canoe in crystalline water, parked next to tall black rocks. He could definitely smell the ocean, but it didn't smell anything like the sea in Brindleton Bay.

When the man and his canoe disappeared behind the rocks under the rapidly setting sun, Ash moved quickly. He was familiar with Grimophones because they still had Bella Goth's from the time his parents' learned to make ambrosia. He knew Lavender loved dancing to music playing from the old machine, but he also knew it could be used to summon someone who didn't need unlocked doors to move around.

He'd never used it to call the Grim Reaper before, but he moved close, speaking quietly into the black and gold painted horn. "Excuse me, Mr. Grim Reaper, sir. I could really use your help if you're free right now."

He waited a few long, agonizing moments before the Grim Reaper appeared in the corner. "Ash Landgraab? I was just spending time with dear Bella! What are you doing in Sulani?"

"I...I'm not sure. Someone took me and I woke up here."

"Took you?" Grim peeled back in shock. "Are you hurt?"

"My head hurts and I'm hungry, but I'm okay I think...You're like a courier, right? Can you get a message to my parents to tell them where I am? The man said he had to go get someone and that more men were coming soon, and he said they'd have guns. I'm scared!"

Grim's hollow black face still emanated sympathy for the boy. "Will your parents have time to reach you? It's a long flight to Sulani..."

"My grandparents have a really fast jet," he offered nervously.

Grim nodded. "I'll do everything I can to get them here as fast as possible. When the men come, just try to stay calm."

Ash nodded in agreement as Grim disappeared in another puff of black smoke. His stomach grumbled, but he didn't want to eat whatever might be turning inside the fridge.

Grim reappeared moments later, but he hadn't landed in Brindleton Bay or San Myshuno. He stood before Felix, Lilith, Rafa, and Melissa outside the abandoned ship. Lilith grinned excitedly. "Oh wow! That's not just cosplay; you're the Grim Reaper!"

Felix cleared his throat. He'd avoided Grim for over a century, having taken somewhat personal their last unfortunate meeting on the day of Felix' death. "Hello, Grim. You're not here to reap someone's soul tonight, are you? We're quite enjoying our vacation."

"Speak for yourself," interjected Rafa. "You really won't give up no matter how many times I tell you I won't cooperate with you and Conrad."

"It really is in your best interests-"

Melissa stepped forward with a frown. "He said no. Can't you just leave him alone?"

"I can, most certainly. But Conrad's an officer of the law and I'm not so sure he can."

Grim shook his head, his deep, echoed voice reverberating over their own. "I'm not here to reap any souls no matter how much your bickering tempts me. I'm here for Conrad's stepson, Ash Landgraab."

"He's just a boy!" argued Felix. "You can't be serious."

"I'm not here for his soul; Ash asked for my help. He's been kidnapped, and they're keeping him on an island not far from here. His parents don't even know yet that he's missing. They'll find out soon."

Rafa shot a look at the hooded reaper before them. "You're really the Grim Reaper?"

Felix nodded, remembering his death as though it were yesterday. "Trust me, it's him."

"I don't trust you!" argued Rafa.

"Enough! Time is the only thing that matters and that boy is running out. The people who took him didn't fly him to Sulani on a commercial airline. When Ash called me through an old Grimophone in the shack where they're keeping him, I went back in time to find him."

Rafa's eyes bulged. "Seriously, what the hell is with you people?!"

"It's only a few hours difference. Just a little earlier today. But that just means it'll take his family a little longer to get here and he said there would be men with guns. You could help him before they even know he's gone."

"What men with guns?"

"I'd imagine they're connected to the same group of hitmen responsible for too many of my visits out here."

"So, you're saying a kid was taken by a time traveler and brought to hitmen in Sulani? Why would someone do that?"

"He told you why," Lilith said carefully. "The kid's a Landgraab."

Melissa's face fell. "Like the company? So they took Conrad's stepson for ransom money?"

The Grim Reaper shrugged. "I don't know anything else, other than to note he was headed to the tiki bar when I saw him on my way over here. He looked frustrated - maybe they were supposed to travel to a different time and place but something went wrong."

"What do you mean 'wrong'?"

He shrugged again. "I've been around a long time; I know plenty that can go wrong with time travel. If his kidnapper figures out what went wrong, they could be gone to who knows where, and who knows when, before his family has a chance to look for him."

Felix and Lilith stepped forward eagerly. "We're in," said Lilith. "I haven't met Ash's parents yet, but Felix owes them his life and I owe them for Felix."

Rafa grumbled, as good-hearted Melissa glanced at him cautiously. "You want to help them, don't you...Rafa, it's dangerous!"

"I have to, Mel. If I don't help Conrad's stepson and he knows I was asked, what would he owe me anymore?" ->

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NOTE: Time travel?! Blame the new rewards event and the inherent weirdness of The Sims, but just like embracing my gameplay (mistakes and all!) and turning it into storyline, in keeping with the tradition of baking rewards events into the plot, we're going there and this is the gateway!

WCIF Shack Build? Lost Cave on the Sims 4 Gallery by ApollArtemisLuna. I thought it would be this cave-looking lot with big boulders, but when I placed it there were no boulders. If I read German I might have known this only looked like this in the screenshot because it was placed inside the Forgotten Grotto, presumably with TOOL. So I pivoted from Plan A and surveyed the lot I got. Definitely still fit the vibe of the location and -voila!- a Grimophone was included by the creator!

Ash definitely knows what a Grimophone is and what it can do since Heather and Conrad still have Bella's (it's theirs now, really), and the plot sprouted from the gallery build. I can't stress enough how much I love the Gallery and how it inspires my creativity in ways trying to build my own lots wouldn't do! Thank you builders!

[kisses4kaia]

nobody does it better by carly simon but it’s the radiohead cover and it’s patrick… cw: DISGUSTING smut with this evil man, no less no more . im shameless.

a/n: so we all know the photo. and what ThePhoto did to me was… this! enjoy. 😌

the room is loud. there’re a million people you could be talking to, looking at. a hundred people you could sit in the corner and people watch, but his eyes are on you. and you cannot look away.

patrick zweig was a reoccurring character in your life. starting off as low-commitment boyfriend freshman year, turning to effervescent fuckbuddy you could never get far enough away from to become detached. you hated him, god, you hated the pull on you he had. the iron grip that steeled you right where you were across the room from him, eyes locked like a guarded palace onto his. good lord.

it truly takes the will of god to keep your feet planted where they are, forcing yourself to divert your eyes from him. but, never fear, he’s already moving towards you.

his towering presence is felt immediately as he stands in front of you, looking down into your eyes as if he can hear your heart pounding regardless of the blaring song around him.

“hey,” he says quietly, tone soft but gravelly, as if there wasn’t a sound barrier around the two of you that might keep you from hearing him. “what do you want, zweig? your voice comes out more pointedly than you intended, but with the way your pulse is thrumming and your hands are shaking, you can hardly blame yourself.

looking at you with that look in his eye, the one that almost mocks you as to say ‘got ya’, he cranes his neck down to whisper in your ear. “what do you want?” and he knows.

patrick turns without another word, and before you can process what you’re doing, your feet are moving with him, as if a collar was wrapped around your neck, choking your senses, and the leash was hanging haphazardly from his hand.

his path leads you into a bathroom, small, no shower, with a buzzing, lagging light. his hands are on your waist as soon as you step through the door, pushing you against it. patrick doesn’t kiss you immediately, unusual for him. “i miss you,” he breathes out, nervously, and it is jarring.

patrick zweig is not nervous, ever. he was self sure and confident and a fucking dickwad who knew it and embraced it as part of his “charm”. “yeah? and how many girls have you said that to, hm? britney posted you on her story yesterday, patrick. last friday, it was ántonia. fuck you,” you spat out, the 3… maybe 4 vodka sours you indulged in half an hour ago making your head pound, or maybe it was his dior sauvage.

he sighs, looking away from you impatiently, but when his eyes lands back on you, his gaze is crazed. “fuck, they don’t matter to me. i don’t know their last names, i don’t know their little siblings, they don’t know my favorite band, and i don’t look them in the eye when i fuck them. shit, baby, it’s you, don’t you realize? always fucking you,”

oscar winning preformance, is what you want to say, but his exasperated exhale after the words come out, paired with the rihanna song dully thrumming behind the door, bass vibrating against the wood, you look between his eyes, down at his lips, and your eyes don’t travel again before you smash your mouth onto his.

never fucking again, you tell yourself as his lips move in desperate, hungry, almost disbelieving tandem with yours. this is the last time.

“do you have a boyfriend?” he breathes out between kisses as he unbuckles your belt and unbuttons your jeans, shimmying them off. “like that’d make you walk out right now,” you kiss him again, biting his lower lip. “fuck. no, fuck no, but if you do, i’m going to make you remember exactly why nobody does it better.”

patrick lifts you effortlessly and places you on the sink, pulling your sticky, lacy panties to the side, smirking that evil damn smirk at the fancy little bow at the top. “did you know i was gonna be here tonight?” he nibbles as your ear, bringing loving bites down your jugular to your shoulder.

“no, but i knew art would be.” your smile is devious as his eyes light up, not with jealousy, but with the same fire he gets when he realizes his opponent on the other side of the net is really playing with him, when they’re really playing fucking tennis.

patrick jerks himself once or twice, languidly, before sliding his cock into you. a hardly contained whine pulls from your voice, and your mouth drops into an ‘o’ at the stretch. he nearly has you in an embrace, the way he’s holding you closely against his chest, and his curls are begging to be pulled. you entwine your finger with the hair at the nape of his neck and tug with every sharp thrust into your leaking pussy.

“more, give me more, patrick, don’t hold back on me, asshole.” he doesn’t even respond, just obediently lifts you up every so slightly off the sink and moves you on and off of his cock, giving him a much wider range of motion. his dick is nearly completely out of you each time his hips snap back, but you’re moaning like a pornstar each time he’s in again.

his ability to hit that spot inside of you with near perfect accuracy every fucking time is expert, a skill that could only be acquired by someone so in tune with your pleasure—and if patrick zweig was nothing else, he was that.

“fuck, gonna, shit! gripping me so fucking tight, leaking all over my shit, baby. she miss me? huh, pretty? you miss me?” he was talking right through you, each word penetrating your deepest desires and fantasies. you hated how he knew you. you hated that you let him. but most of all, you hated how close you were to coming.

he keeps fucking you unforgivingly, whining and moaning like a whore all the while. “you still on that pill?” he asked, voice pitchy and annoying and sexy.

“no, insurance stopped covering it.” you say seriously, and you can’t keep your laughter in when his thrusts slow and he looks at you panicked. “i’m fucking with you, don’t stop,”

“you’re evil, you know that?” he says endearingly, playful as always, and it’s no more than a minute later that he’s coming inside you.

patrick never was a selfish lover, so it came as no surprise that after pulling his softening girth from you, not one, not two, but three of his finger were quickly pumping in and out of you, making him moan sluttishly at the way his own cum coated his fingers. his other hand made busy circling your clit with his thumb, fast and calculatedly.

he knew every button to push because he sewed them onto you, and so it was no surprise that with that special angling of his wrist, you were coming undone on his fingers in minutes.

it’s quiet for the next few minutes, you cleaning yourself up, patrick washing his hands, the both of you redressing in silence.

“so… same time tomorrow?” he smiles at you, pleased with himself and sure your answer will be affirmative.

you walk up to him, smile, kiss him tenderly on his lips, let your heels touch the ground again softly. “go fuck yourself, patrick.” your words are sharp but your tone is sickly sweet, and patrick recovers from his shock quickly, smirking stupidly.

“after that, i most definitely will be.”

[heartsforjh]

reader having big crowd anxiety and qhughes picking up on it leading her through the crowd? 🥲

here you go nonnie! i hope you like! :)

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As your boyfriend opens the door for you, a wave of loud talking and laughter hits you immediately. It always amazes you how many people come to these events for Quinn’s work. It’s easy to forget the amount of effort that goes into those fun little games on ice.

You step inside, glancing around as the herd of people closest to the door turns toward you. Naturally, their gaze lingers on Quinn—and then shift to you, standing right beside him. Quinn waves to a few people as the two of you move deeper into the room.

“We’ve gotta find the guys. They’re around here somewhere,” Quinn says, scanning the room.

You nod quickly. Surely being around familiar faces will help ease the nerves that are already starting to build up from all of the attention.

You squeeze his hand, trying to focus on the warmth and pressure of his grip as he holds yours. “Yeah, let’s find them.”

He leads you through the bustling crowd until he eventually spots Elias Pettersson and Conor Garland.

“Hey, you two,” Conor greets, pulling both you and Quinn in for hugs, with Petey following suit.

Quinn’s hand finds its place on your waist as he settles into conversation with his friends. You chime in here and there when something catches your interest, the comfort of their company gradually putting you at ease.

For a while, you feel better, laughing and chatting with the small group. But that changes the second your purse slips from your hand and falls to the ground with a thud. Instinctively, you look around to see if anyone notices, expecting a few fleeting glances.

Your stomach drops when you’re reminded just how many people are around, and they’re all staring. Not just glancing, but staring. Why are they staring? Their eyes linger, waiting—maybe for you to pick it up. The pit in your stomach grows as you start wondering what they might be thinking.

Your chest immediately tightens. The room feels louder and everyone seems closer. When did they get so close? Your chest moves up and down rapidly, desperately trying to get a full breath, but the air gets stuck in your throat.

“Babe, you okay?” Quinn’s voice cuts through the haze, grounding you.

You blink, and suddenly the world is back in focus. He’s holding your purse, having picked it up amidst your small panic.

“I’m- I’m fine,” you stammer, unconvincingly.

Quinn’s eyes search yours, concern etched across his face. “You’re shaking, sweetheart.” His tone is gentle, careful not to draw any more unwanted attention to you.

“I told you—I’m okay,” you insist, but your body betrays you with a slight sway.

Quinn sighs softly, placing his hands on your hips to steady you. “Well, this isn’t okay with me. Come on, let’s go talk.”

Taking your hand, he quietly leads you out of the crowded party room and into the hallway.

Once outside, you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, trying to calm your racing heart. “Quinn, we don’t have to do this. We should go back in—this is for your job.”

“Y/n, baby, we can go if that’s what you need. It’s just a New Year’s party. We’ll do our own New Years at home,” he assures you, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You sigh, guilt creeping in. “I just feel selfish. You’re the face of the Canucks—people are going to stare. You shouldn’t have to miss this just because I’m… freaking out.”

Quinn shakes his head, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks as he cups your face in his hands. “You don’t have to get used to anything. You’re dealing with something, and that’s okay. You’re not doing anything wrong. Besides, I can’t enjoy this if I know my girl’s struggling, can I?”

His words melt some of your worries, and a small smile breaks through. “No, I guess not.”

“Also,” he adds with a small grin, “between you and me, I didn’t want to come to this thing anyway.”

You raise an eyebrow, feigning offense. “Wow, so you’re just using me as an excuse to ditch?!”

“What? No! That’s not what I was trying to say! I meant—” his eyes widen, and he fumbles over his words, making you giggle.

“You know what I meant!” he huffs, shaking his head. “You’re a jerk.”

“It was just a joke!” you tease, still laughing as you walk towards the exit with him, hand-in-hand.

Quinn gives a small, dramatic pout. “Why are you so mean to me?”

“I’m not mean to you! I was kidding!” you repeat while laughing even more at his reaction.

Secretly, he’s overjoyed to hear you laughing, even if it is at his expense. He’d gladly let himself be the punchline to your jokes as long as he gets to hear that favorite sound of his.

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I’d Burn The World

Cho SangWoo x reader [SMUT] 📸

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Tw: smoking, gun (no death, though murder is implied), brief moment where reader is groped by other men

You had known Sang Woo as your dad’s best bud. Completely ignoring how he didn’t bother to look at you or how he simply just didn’t acknowledge your presence. Quite frankly, you would think he hated you. But oh, if he saw the glint in your eye as you looked at him, or your wide smile. He’d see you were so good for him.

You began studying law in your first year of university. Always studying, your head was always in the books. You had grown since your little crush on Sang Woo a few years back. You now focused on sex with easy boys… you weren’t a slut, but you enjoy a good friend with benefits. You came home on a Soring break holiday. 2 weeks of sun and small town city boys for you to play with.

“Heya dad” you kiss his cheek as you enter the kitchen. He smiled at you. “I’m heading off to the store, need anything?”

“No. But say hello to Sang Woo, he’s sitting at the table” you stopped in your tracks.

“Why’s he here?” You ask abruptly. Your dad’s eyes meeting yours quickly.

“He’s staying for the next couple of days, his apartment is getting plumbing maintenance done on it” Gi-Hun said. “And actually bring me a pack of cigarettes”

“Mkay” you walk through the kitchen and into the dining room. You saw Sang Woo sitting at table, an unlit cigarette sitting between his teeth. “Mr. Cho” you spoke bowing.

“(Y/n), we’ve been over this, you can call me Sang Woo” he said coldly. He eyes you as you bowed, obviously looking at your cleavage. You mouth an ‘okay’ and leave. You walk happily into the store grabbing 2 packs of cigarettes and a lighter before leaving. You noticed two men standing outside, staring at you as you walked out.

“Hey cutie” he whistled. You ignored it, walking quickly past them. They began to follow you to your apartment, as you sped up in pace so did they. “Hey! Didn’t they ever teach you some manners?” You broke out into a full sprint, running now. You turned your street, somehow narrowly avoiding their out reached hands. High school track sure as hell paid off.

You looked for your apartment, hoping to see one of the men outside, you didn’t. You decided to run for the door hoping it was open. You reach the steps before they managed to grab you. Feeling you up on the street.

“Oh nice set of tits” one of them said, ripping your shirt.

“Let me go!” You shouted. Sang woo, who was inside heard your voice, immediately standing up and walking towards the commotion. Adjusting his glasses as he did so. “I said “fucking let me go”” you kicked back, hitting a guy in his knee.

“Fucking bitch” he grunted.

“Didn’t you hear her?” Sang Woos voice thundered from the top of the stairs. The movements stopped as you all looked at him. “She said let her go. Now do it”

“Mind your own, dickwad” one of the men spat.

“Yeah besides there’s two of us and one of you, what’re you gonna do about it?” He snarled as his hand continued moving around your body, looking for an easy entrance into your shorts as you squirmed. Sang woo rolled his eyes as he pulled a gun from his waist, cocking it back and pointing it at the man’s head.

“Seriously?” He sighed, as the man holding you froze. “I said let her go now, or I’ll paint the sidewalk with your brains.” The men slowly released their grips on you, letting you wiggle free so you could hide behind Sang woo, your small hand resting on his waist. The men turned and walked away, keeping their heads low.

“Thank you, Sang Woo” you said quietly as you turned and went into the apartment. He followed behind you, resetting his gun and clicking the safety back on as he did.

You sat in your bed until dinner, only coming out to eat and you returned to your room. Sang woos eyes not leaving you as you ate, hiding your feelings from your dad, who was happily chatting about the sports teams.

You sat in your room. Your torn shirt tossed in the corner of your room as you sat in just your bra and shorts. You had pulled off the other shirt that you had hastily put on for dinner off just to double check and make sure there were no wounds.

But now, your mind blank, your body in shock. Hearing a soft knock on your door, you quickly pulled an oversized shirt above your head.

“Come in” you said softly. Sang Woos slim figure shadowed the floor. “Oh, it’s you”

“Are you okay?” He asked, kneeling in front of you. “I’m so sorry you had to deal with that.” He placed a hand on your knee. His eyes piercing yours, you finally felt like he saw you.

“I’m not sure what I am” you say barely audible above a whisper. “I’m scared?”

“It’s okay to be scared, it’s okay to not know what you are.” He spoke gently, “you experienced something traumatic and I pulled a gun”

“Where was my dad?” Was all you asked.

“He was on a phone call, the bank called. He was in his room. I didn’t say anything to him yet.” Sang woo responded. “If you want me to I will”

“No. He doesn’t need to know his little girl just went through that” you say shakily.

“(Y/n), I will carry that burden” he said. A fire lighting in you. You moved to kiss him. The heat of the moment wrapped around you. He kissed you back, standing up and crawling to towering over you. His tie dangling low around his neck as his top shirt buttons were undone.

“I want you to carry me instead” you whisper between kisses. he pulled me into his arms, your lips crashing together in a fierce kiss. The world around you melted away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the intensity of your shared passion. His hands roamed over your body, setting your skin ablaze with every touch.

As you broke apart for a moment to catch your breath, Sang Woo's eyes burned with an inner fire. "I want you," he whispered, his voice husky with need. "I want all of you." You smiled, your heart soaring at his words.

"You have me," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

He pulled you back into his arms, your bodies entwining as you moved towards the bed. You rolled through your soft sheets together, your lips still locked in a passionate kiss. As you lay together on the bed, Sang Woo's body pressed against yours, his eyes locked onto your own with an intense gaze. His hands roamed over your soft skin, sending shivers down your spine as he touched every inch of you that he could. You felt his erection pressing against your thigh, hard and insistent.

Without a word, he reached down and grasped your hips, pulling you closer to him. You felt his cock press against your entrance, and then he was sliding inside you, filling you completely. You gasped at the sensation, your body arching up to meet his.

As he began to move, his hips thrusting back and forth, you felt yourself getting lost in the rhythm of your lovemaking. His cock stroked deep inside you, hitting every sensitive spot and sending waves of pleasure crashing over you.

Sang Woo's eyes never left yours as he fucked you, his gaze burning with intensity. You could see the desire and passion there, and it only added to your own arousal. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he pounded into you.

You felt yourself building towards a climax, your body tensing up as Sang Woo's cock stroked deeper and deeper inside you. He was fucking you with a fierce abandon, his movements wild and uncontrolled. You loved every minute of it.

As you came closer to the edge, Sang Woo's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming shorter and more intense. You could feel his own climax building, his cock swelling inside your pussy as he prepared to come.

Sang Woo's body stiffened as he came inside you, releasing a low groan that sent shivers down your spine His cock pulsed with each spasm filling you with warmth. As you lay there together your bodies still entwined, your breathing slowed.

"I may not say it, (y/n)" he whispered, his voice filled with conviction as he pulled you closer, "but I'd burn the world for you if you asked me to." His words sent shivers down your spine as he continued to gaze into your eyes. Attaching his lips to yours once more.

“I’d burn the world for you (y/n)” he repeated again between kisses. “Even if it meant burning my own body to make you happy.” You smiled, stroking his face gently. Your clothes lay abandoned and forgotten on the floor. You stood up, grabbing his shirt off the floor, his eyes watching as you did. A satisfied smile playing on his lips as his 3 sizes to big shirt danced around you.

“Kitchen and bathroom, want anything?” You ask standing at the threshold of your bedroom door. He smirked.

“You to get back in bed with me” he said slyly. You roll your eyes and make your trek as Sang woo laid in your bed. Staring up at your ceiling before smelling the familiar scent of a burning cigarette. Within a few moments you returned with soda and cigarettes.

“Back in bed” you grin.

“And it’s where you’re staying” he tickled you, your giggles softly echoing through the room.

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[squiddyfics]

fluorescent adolescent

thanos x f!reader

♡ you used to get it in your fishnets, now you only get it in your nightdress... ♡

description: you and thanos dated as teenagers. you're older now, and you should be wiser, but seeing him during a night out might just bring back your wild side.

18+ minors dni

warnings: nsfw, alcohol, sex, cheating, mentions of a controlling relationship (not with thanos dw yall)

a/n: this is one of my fav arctic monkeys songs and i tried to do the vibes justice so i hope you enjoy

bold+italicized signifies past tense

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You quietly sip a cup of tea, the reprieve of a quiet morning broken as you scroll through Tiktok. Your thumb hovers above the screen, and you can't quite bring yourself to pass by the video of a young woman joyfully dancing, her outfit reminiscent of ones you used to wear. After lingering for a moment, you move on.

It's your nineteenth birthday, and your friends have taken you out to celebrate. Your tennis skirt hugs your waist as you move through the crowded club, holding your friend's hand so as not to get separated from the group.

"Good morning," your boyfriend says as he walks into the kitchen, sitting down across from you at the small breakfast table. "What are you watching?"

A few drinks in your system now, you dance loosely, freely. You feel on top of the world in your platform boots, and you hardly notice the sweat adhering your baby hairs to the nape of your neck.

"Nothing, really," you say absentmindedly, taking another sip from your mug. "I'm just bored."

You stumble out the back door of the club, seeking fresh air. Instead, you find yourself in the smoking pit. A few people are scattered about, cigarettes hanging from their lips.

"You're always bored." Your partner's words are lighthearted, but they sink like a weight in your chest. It's true.

"Hey, angel." Your gaze is drawn to the man who spoke up from beside you, and you see him there, leaning against the wall. He takes a drag from his cigarette. Backlit by hazy outdoor lighting, he looks like something of an angel himself. "Want a smoke?"

Without so much as another glance in your direction, your boyfriend gets up, scarfing down a quick breakfast before leaving to get ready for work. There are no lingering looks, no sweet words exchanged between the two of you.

You shake your head, though you take a step closer to him. "I'm not out here to smoke; it's just way too hot in there."

Your boyfriend is several years older than you, and his wild days, if he ever had any, are far behind him. He'd much rather recline in his armchair at the end of the night, watching the evening news.

The tall man smirks down at you. "It just got a lot hotter out here, too."

The front door shuts as your boyfriend leaves for work.

"So you don't smoke, hm?" he asks. You shrug and delicately pluck the cigarette from his fingers, taking your first ever puff. His eyes widen at the cloud of smoke you blow in his direction.

Your commute to work doesn't take as long, so you have a bit more time at the house. You don't use that extra time to do much; you simply relish being on your own.

"You don't know how fucking sexy that was." Then his hand is on your waist, his lips are on your lips, his tongue is in your mouth.

On the train, your mind returns to the Tiktok you saw, how it reminded you of your own youth. Reminded you of him. You grimace with the effort of shoving those thoughts out of your mind. You laboriously replace them with thoughts of your partner.

Soon, you're in his apartment with your hands in his hair and your legs wrapped around him. Your fishnets rip when he throws you on his bed.

You sit in your cubicle, typing approximately one word a minute. Thoughts of your old flame always do this to you, and you hate yourself for it. Your life is comfortable now, stable. So why can't you stop reminiscing?

The man fiddles hurriedly with your clothes, attempting to rid you of them. He stops momentarily when he gets to your fishnets. "They're already ruined," you say. "Just rip them."

It's not like your old life was better than the one you have now. This is what you tell yourself. More interesting doesn't mean better.

He groans lowly as he rips a hole in the center of your fishnets and shoves your panties to the side. He enters you roughly, then kisses you, catching your moan in his lips.

"Hey." You jump slightly as your gaze shoots to your coworker; you didn't notice her approach your desk. "Namra and I are going out for drinks after work. Do you want to come?"

It doesn't take long for him to make you cum. The man knows what he's doing, there's no doubt about it. "That's it, angel. You look so pretty when you cum."

You drum your fingers on your desk, mulling it over. "That sounds fun, but I'll have to ask my boyfriend first. I'm not sure if he wants me to stay in with him tonight."

You writhe underneath him as he drives you beyond your high, the overstimulation causing your back to arch. You grasp wildly at his hair, earning a deep moan from him.

You don't want to ask; you know what the answer will be. Your partner considers himself above anything like that, and he expects the same from you. You know it's not right, you know you shouldn't have to ask a man for permission. Maybe you won't this time.

"You like that?" you ask through heavy breaths, tugging on the hair at the back of his head. The sound that escapes him this time is more desperate; a whimper. "Is that gonna make you cum? I want it. I want it all over my tits."

By the time your lunch break rolls around, you find the two coworkers who've invited you out. They smile as you join them, and their smiles widen when you tell them you've decided to come tonight.

When he pulls out and finishes on your chest, you gaze up at him, worried you may have just fallen in love.

A pang of guilt creeps up on you. You didn't ask your boyfriend like you said you would. What will he think when you come home late? How small will he make you feel?

The two of you are panting, laughing, sweating, falling back on the bed. He cleans you up with tissues before nestling you under his arm. "I never got your name, by the way, angel."

Perhaps you should shoot him a text to let him know. Perhaps you owe him that courtesy.

He grins when you tell him your name. "A pretty name for a pretty girl."

Your boyfriend may not be perfect, and he may not be the most exciting man around, but at least he's not Subong.

"I'm Subong."

However, you make no move to grab your phone and send a text. You deserve this. You deserve a night of fun to break up the monotony of your mundane life.

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This is not what you had in mind when you imagined after-work drinks. This isn't a casual bar; it's a full-on club. You already feel a headache coming on at the obnoxious techno music vibrating the floor.

"Let's go get shots!" Namra says excitedly, dragging you to the bar.

You're well aware that your coworkers are a couple years younger than you, but you didn't realize the utter difference in your lifestyles until now. As grateful as you are for the night out, you're equally grateful that this isn't a typical scene for you anymore.

After all, you're no longer nineteen, no longer able to subject yourself to ear-splitting music nightly while throwing back overpriced drinks. You're no longer willing to put up with a childish partner like Subong, a wannabe rapper whose insatiable need for attention drove him to fish for compliments from other women if you looked away from him for even a minute.

And the fights, god, the screaming matches you'd get into with him. You were both stubborn, an unstoppable force versus an immovable object. You try not to remember the post-fight sex, though, as it might just trick you into missing him.

The three of you clink your shot glasses together. The other women gag and shake their heads as they down theirs, and their eyes widen upon seeing you take yours with ease. You just laugh.

"You have no idea the kind of girl I used to be."

A couple drinks later, you're leaning against the bar as you watch your coworkers dance, not quite drunk enough to join them like you once would've. Still, you're shocked at how much the alcohol is hitting you; your tolerance isn't what it used to be.

It's hard to focus on anything in the sea of clubgoers, but like a moth to a flame, your gaze is captured by a flash of purple in the corner of your eye. You turn, and your heart sinks into your stomach at the sight of a once-familiar smirk.

Subong.

He's on the dance floor, friends at his side as he chats up a group of women. Typical. You hope this is enough of a distraction for him, that he won't see you. You've never been more thankful for your drab office attire.

You spin around, gluing your eyes to the wooden bar top. You just have to wait for him to move out of sight. Then you'll tell your coworkers you have to go, and slip out before he notices you.

"Hey, angel."

You thought your hands couldn't get any shakier, but you were wrong. Slowly, dreadfully slowly, you look up, locking eyes with Subong, who's now leaning over you.

"Wow," he says, taking a step back. "You look so... dull."

You scoff. "Thanks. You're as sweet as ever."

You're not surprised at his blunt words; he's always lacked a filter. It only stings because you know it's true.

"Sorry," he says with a laugh. "But come on, you know what I mean. You're still gorgeous, but... where did you go? The real you; where is she?"

"Go back to your friends, Subong," you spit. "You don't get to come up to me and start telling me who the 'real me' is. Maybe this is the most authentic I've ever been."

He shakes his head, still smiling, unfazed by your harsh tone. "Nah. This isn't you. I know you."

"You know a version of me who thought you were boyfriend material. That girl was clearly an idiot."

On your other side, you feel a dainty hand wrap around your forearm. Looking over, you see Namra standing there. She leans in and whispers in your ear, "Is this guy bothering you?"

"It's fine," you tell her. "He's my ex."

She turns to get a better look at him, and her jaw drops. "Wait... Thanos?"

"The legend himself," Subong says, flashing his colorful nails.

Namra stares at you in disbelief. "You dated Thanos?"

You cringe. You know how much Subong loves a good stroke to the ego, and you hate that he's getting that satisfaction. That's why you'd never tell him that you already know about how his career has blown up. You'd never tell him that even though you have him blocked on everything, you still see posts from people who are obsessed with him.

"I guess you were right; we really don't know who you used to be." She still looks starstruck. "I'm going to head back to the dance floor now that I know you're in good hands."

"I'm really not," you say, but she's already leaving. You catch her discreetly taking a photo of Subong as she walks away.

"It's always nice to meet a fan," he says, and you grimace at his cocky expression.

"She never said she was a fan," you say. "Just because she knows your rapper name doesn't mean she likes your music."

Suddenly he's smirking down at you, looking very pleased with himself. "You know my rap name? So you've been keeping up with me?"

"No," you lie, but you feel your face heat up. "I just assumed, since that's what she was calling you."

"Sure, angel." He chuckles. "So, now you know what I've been up to. What about you? Any projects in the works?"

He always used to compliment you on how creative you were. Despite his many, many flaws, he was your biggest supporter, believing you could make a name for yourself.

You shake your head. "I'm in the corporate world now."

"Ah, you joined the rat race."

"I wanted to make money."

"And I wanted to make art."

"I'd hardly call your music art," you say, and you know it's mean, but you can't bring yourself to regret it. You want to hurt him. You want him to feel an ounce of what you felt when he called off your relationship so suddenly all those years ago.

His mind seems to gloss right over the intended insult, though. "You listen to my music?"

"Fuck off." You know your face is beet red now, and you can't think of a better retort.

"I didn't mean to upset you," he says with another laugh. "Seriously, though, tell me what you've been up to."

You shrug. "Working, mostly. You know, I don't really want to be having this conversation."

"You must not be in a relationship," he says. "You're never this uptight after a good fuck."

Your eyes widen at his audacity, and you do your best to ignore the fluttering feeling his words stir in you. "For your information, I am in a relationship. Not that it's any of your business."

"Well, he's obviously not treating you right."

"Leave," you urge him; it's all you can manage to say.

"Or what?"

You hate how close his face is getting to yours, and more than that, you hate that you're not moving away. Even after all this time, his presence is entrancing.

He's so close that you can feel his breath, and you hope he can't hear how shaky your own breaths are as you mutter, "Why don't you go find those girls you were hitting on?"

You want to slap the stupid smirk off his face. "Aw, are you jealous?"

"You wish."

"Yeah, baby, I do."

You ball your hands into fists, trying to distract yourself from the wave of lust coursing through your body. He shouldn't be allowed to have this effect on you. It's ridiculous.

Your brain is in a haze as he leans in farther, nearly closing the gap between your faces. His lips brush against yours, and your stomach does fucking cartwheels.

Then he's crashing his mouth against yours, and you kiss him back without thinking. It's muscle memory; your lips move in sync like they were never apart.

It takes a moment for you to come back to reality, but when you do, you push him away. "What's wrong with you? I have a boyfriend."

"You weren't kissing me like someone who has a boyfriend."

You turn and point at your two coworkers, who thankfully aren't looking in your direction. "Listen, see those two girls over there? I work with them, and they know I'm in a relationship. I can't be doing this shit in front of them."

He places a hand on your waist. "Let's go somewhere more private, then."

"You can't be serious." You take a step back from him. "I'm not doing this."

He steps forward, again shrinking the distance between you to where you can feel the magnetic pull between your bodies. He leans down, his lips ghosting over your ear as he whispers, "It doesn't have to be a big deal. I just want to make you cum, angel. You deserve it."

You despise this man. You despise the way your knees nearly buckle at his words. You despise whatever spell he's put you under to have you nodding weakly and allowing him to lead you to the back of the club.

He grips your hip firmly as he guides you into the bathroom. He's already kissing you again before you even get into a stall, but once you're inside, he locks the door and presses you against it.

His sloppy kisses trail down to your neck as his hands desperately roam your body, squeezing your tits, grabbing your ass, feeling every part of you he's been without for so long.

Subong's touch brings you back to life, and you swear you feel nineteen again. You bite your lip to stifle a moan as he kisses back up your neck and jaw.

"Don't hold back, pretty girl," he mumbles against your skin. "Let them hear you. Let everyone in this club know who makes you feel this good."

Your head tips back when he grinds into you, and you grab his shoulders for support. What has he done to you?

"Let's... let's just get this over with," you say, a poor attempt at disinterest. You know he can see right through you, see how much you want this.

You gasp as Subong lifts your skirt and slips his hand inside your underwear. He raises his eyebrows. "Holy shit, baby, you're soaked. You really needed this, hm? When's the last time you came?"

"Shut up."

"A long time then, huh?"

This time you can't hold back the moan that escapes your lips when his fingers find your clit. He rubs in slow circles, a taunting look in his eyes.

"Faster," you say, grabbing his jaw to pull him in close to you. "If you're going to do this, do it right."

"Damn, you don't know how to have fun anymore."

Despite how annoying he is, you kiss him. You run your fingers through his hair as you trail kisses along his jaw. When your lips find his neck, he's moaning too.

You reach down to grab his bulge, and laugh softly at the way he bucks into your hand. It never did take much for you to get him going.

"Fuck," he mumbles into your hair.

He's still working his fingers on your clit, and it's beginning to drive you insane. You unzip his jeans, pulling out his cock and stroking him.

"Please fuck me," you whine, unable to handle the teasing any longer. "Please."

"God, I love hearing you beg for it," he says. "Do you get this worked up for that boyfriend of yours? Do you beg for his cock the way you beg for mine?"

Subong lifts you with your back against the door, pulling your gray pencil skirt up over your hips. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders, desperately bringing him as close to you as possible.

He pulls your underwear to the side and rubs his tip against your entrance. Impatient, you rock your hips forward in an attempt to bridge the gap between your bodies.

"You look so pretty when you're needy," he says, his eyes flicking back and forth between yours.

His lips meet yours right as he pushes himself inside you. You moan in sync with him, and you can tell by the way his grip on your thighs tightens that it feels just as blissful for him as it does for you.

You hate to admit it to yourself, but you missed this. You really missed it. None of the partners you've had since Subong have had made you feel quite like he does. It's different with him.

He breaks your kiss and leans back to watch himself pound into you.

"Look at you, taking my cock like you were made for it. Does your boyfriend fit this perfectly inside you? Does he make you feel this good?"

You simply moan in response. He grabs your chin and leans in again, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

"Tell me, baby. Who makes you feel this fucking good?"

"You, Subong. Only you."

When he kisses you again, his lips are softer, gentler. There's a tenderness in the action that reminds you of why you once loved him. He drops his head on your shoulder as he continues thrusting into you, and you claw at his back through his shirt.

His steady pace continues, and like waves crashing against a rocky shore, you can feel him wearing down your resolve. A warm feeling begins to bubble up inside of you, and you know it won't be long before he brings you to your climax.

"Keep going," you breathe. "Just like that."

Even the kisses he leaves on your neck are sweeter now. "You feel too fucking good. I'm not gonna last long."

"Neither am I," you manage to gasp out between moans.

Subong lifts his head again and presses his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes as he fucks you.

"You're perfect," he whispers. "So goddamn perfect."

His words send you over the edge, and you become a whimpering, writhing mess as shocks of pleasure wrack your body. Your legs wrap even tighter around him, forcing his entire length inside you.

Subong's face flushes, and he groans loudly. "Oh my god. I—fuck."

His hips still as he cums inside you. He keeps you in that position, hoisted against the stall door with his cock inside of you, as you both recover, breathing heavily.

When he finally pulls out of you and puts you down, you miss the feeling already. You look down to adjust your clothes as he does the same, and while you do, the reality of the situation begins to set in.

What have you done?

"Hey." Subong places a hand on your jaw and tilts your head up to look at him. "What are you frowning for? I thought I fucked that out of you already."

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, your magic dick can cure anything."

"I know, that's what I'm saying." He laughs at his own words before pulling himself together. "Okay, no, seriously. What's bothering you?"

"What do you think?" you ask. "I just cheated. I can't believe myself."

He shrugs. "He doesn't deserve you anyway."

"How do you know? You have no idea who he is."

"No one deserves you," he says. "I sure as hell didn't, but at least I could actually make you cum."

Before you can think of an argument against him, he leans down, planting one last kiss on your lips. Then he moves aside, unlocking the door.

He steps out, but turns around to look at you. "If you ever want to do this again, I'm just an unblock-button away."

With that, he walks off, leaving you with your chest heaving and your mind reeling. It takes you a good few minutes to collect yourself as you lean against the stall wall. When you do finally stand upright again, your legs feel like rubber.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you leave the bathroom. Your makeup is smudged, and your hair looks insane. You do your best to smooth out your skirt while you walk, but it’s difficult to do anything when your legs are shaking so much.

Your appearance has clearly changed since you entered the club tonight, but something inside you feels different too. You feel lighter.

You feel free.

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14 landoscar!

14 from this prompt list: "I'm not going to hurt you"

PLEASE appreciate some made-up zombieverse that uh....might become SOMETHING when I decide I have the time or energy. Lemme know if you like it or whatever....

Lando’s picking his way through the abandoned hospital when he hears something. The low murmur of voices, the scuff of feet. He’s not sure if they’re on the same floor, or one lower, but his hand tightens around the handle of his gun, as he ducks into an empty room, hiding behind the open door, and trying to steady his breathing. 

He feels the fear, it’s heady, and he’s dizzy with it, adrenaline sweeping through him, hand shaky. It’s been a long time since he’s run into anyone other than raiders and the fucking zombies. But these don’t feel like raiders. There’s a rhythm to the way they walk, almost military. There are three of them, at least. Three separate voices he can pick out, past the heartbeat he can hear rushing in his ears. 

He hates it, the fear and uncertainty he feels, as he tucks himself further back, trying to make himself smaller. 

He’d just been looking for a place to stay, safe enough at least, to crash for a couple nights, where he could barricade himself in from any possible threats. He’s been on the road for so long, and it’s exhausting. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s slept for more than two to three hours. It was probably months ago, when he was in a shelter areas, before they’d gotten infected, and then he’d had to run all over again. 

It’s been lonely, if he’s being honest. But he’s never really been able to trust anyone. Not truly. Everything changed after the outbreak, and it was easy for friends to become enemies. For him to realize that it was almost impossible to trust anyone ever. And then Max had disappeared, and that was arguably the worst part of it all. 

It’s truly not the time for him to wallow in misery, to get stuck in memories of the past. Doesn’t want to think about the time he went to bed with his best friend lying beside him, and woke up to his best friend gone. 

He sucks in a deep breath to steady trembling hands, flexes them around the gun before he relaxes again, pushing himself back to his feet. Wonders if he can move quietly enough to sneak out of the hospital, or at least to the next floor before they catch on to the fact that he’s there. But he knows that even if he gets out, there’s a chance that they’ll be able to catch him anyway. He’s on foot, and oftentimes when he sees raiders, they’re either on horseback, or in cars that they’ve managed to cobble together, make work with expired fuel and a dream. 

But he can’t afford to let paranoia creep in. There’s a chance that if they do have cars, he could make his own getaway. Despite lack of access, he’s fairly certain driving a car would be like driving a bike, and it would at least give him time to put in some distance, until he can find the next safe city, or somewhere safe for him to linger. Untouched miles of forests, maybe. He thinks that if he tried, with the right supplies, he could live in the silence for a while. 

As much as he misses the contact of other humans. 

Lando pokes his head around the door frame, looks both ways, holds his breath for a second as he listens. They’re still far enough down the hallway that he thinks he can get out without alerting them. Just has to move slowly, quietly. He’s learned to walk quietly in the beat-up hiking boots that have carried him hundreds of miles. 

It’s easy, at first, knows he’s hidden under the dim lighting in dark clothes, keeps to the shadows and moves quietly. But he’s not watching his feet when he glances behind himself, to make sure the group hasn’t materialized, and he trips over something. The sound of metal clanging is loud, echoing in the silence of the space, and he curses under his breath as he manages – barely – to keep his balance. 

“Fuck was that?” one of the people asks, much closer than Lando expected them to be, so he slaps a hand over his mouth, ducks into the nearest doorway and presses himself flush to the wall. His fingers tightening around the handle of his gun all over again, thumb hovering over the safety. 

“I’ll check it,” it’s one of the other people, voice lightly accented, and he sounds almost inconvenienced. Lando wills him to go away, to leave him alone so he can make his escape. 

“Careful, Piastri. Hamilton says we’re not supposed to split up,” the other response is dry, humourless, and Lando hears a scoff. “Don’t worry. Think I’ll be okay,” is the response, layered with sarcasm. And then Lando hears footsteps approaching. 

His breath catches in his chest, terror rippling through him as he works to hold it, to keep himself still, quiet. Like he’s had to do far too many times before this. He tries to keep his hands steady, but knows that if he has to take a shot, he’ll probably miss. 

It’s been getting harder and harder for him to keep his hands stable. It’s been getting harder for him to stay like this, heart beating out of his chest, and not let himself slip into flashbacks. So he bites the inside of his cheek, sharp teeth sinking in, to keep himself present. 

“Clear,” the guy’s voice is closer, footsteps echoing, as he gets closer. Lando’s fairly certain that if he poked his head out of the doorway, he’d get an eyeful of whoever’s there. 

“This one’s clear too,” His voice is loud. Overpowering the frantic beat of Lando’s heart in his chest. And then the footsteps stop, just outside of the doorway that he’s hiding in. His eyes dart around the room, looking for somewhere, anywhere to hide. Is about to sprint for the hospital bed, to see if he can squirm his way under it. But as soon as he goes to move, he hears the click of a gun safety, and he whirls, his own gun held in ever-shaking hands. 

“Found ‘em,” 

The man standing in front of him is gorgeous, despite the fact that he’s got a streak of grime and dust across his cheek. His brown eyes are bright, narrowed on him, lips pressed into a thin line. Light brown hair swoops across his forehead, and Lando has to swallow around the desire he has to reach out and brush it back with his fingers. Wonders if it would feel soft under his touch. 

Bloody hell, he’s been alone for far too long. 

“I’ll fucking shoot,” his voice is hoarse with disuse, and he watches as the other guy’s lips twitch up in a smile, gaze darting between Lando’s shaky hands, and back to his eyes. Lando knows that he looks panicked, and wonders if it’s enough for this guy to take him seriously. “Sure,” the guy says, tucks his gun back into the hip holster, suspends his hands in the air, like Lando’s a fucking cop. 

“You okay, Piastri,” the other voices sound closer than he’s expecting, and Lando jolts, heart rabbiting in his chest. 

“Yeah, fine. Stay out there for a sec, yeah? Reckon I’ll be just fine,” Piastri’s voice is an easy drawl, and Lando wishes that he could be so unbothered, so relaxed, in the middle of a fucking zombie apocalypse. 

“‘M not going to hurt you, yeah?” Piastri says to him, his voice low and gentle, like he’s trying to talk down a feral dog, and Lando sucks in a deep breath, chest rising and falling. His fight or flight’s still triggered, but Oscar’s still all slow movements, as he reaches one hand out. “You can give me that, okay? Don’t think you’re okay to have a gun right now, mate,” but Lando twitches backwards from the outstretched hand instinctively. 

“We’ve got shelter, food, yeah? We’re out on a supply run. If you’re not infected, you can come back with us. At least give you a place to rest your head for a few days?” Piastri’s voice is so gentle, and Lando can feel the prickle of tears beading along his lower lashes. “Let me take care of you, yeah?” 

And Lando nods, hands going limp at his sides as Piastri reaches out for him, wraps gentle fingers around Lando’s wrist, tugs the gun free and removes the cartridge. “You’re going to be okay,”

[violetfairydust]

Sunday Snippet

Thank you for the tag @dear-massacre <3

This is from the new fic I've started (because of course I have), The Hell We Are.

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Stiles walked out with his coffee when he turned the corner, nearly walking into Kira. Their quick apologies overlapped with the other’s. He was going to walk around before the corners of her mouth turned down. She blinked a few times and sighed quietly. Stiles waited for her to say something, an explanation for the sudden mood shift.

“I’m really sorry,” she murmured.

“It’s fine.” He raised his cup. “It’s iced coffee.”

“I meant about you and Derek. I was really surprised. And hurt - on your behalf. I really thought you guys were gonna make it. I saw the way you looked at each other Mexico and I--" she ducked her head. "Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear it. I’m so sorry.”

Stiles’ mouth hung open and he briefly closed his eyes. When he opened them, tears were starting to well in hers. “What?”

“I heard about your engagement.”

Her voice was nearly drowned out by the ringing.

He wetted his lips and said, “Can you explain?”

She wrapped her arms around her waist like she was cold. “How it was called off. I was... shocked to hear he cheated on you.”

The ringing got louder. His skin was getting hot, but not from embarrassment, from the boiling temperature of his blood. He let out a breath and shook his head slowly. Traitor. If Derek was going to play that game, Stiles was going to bend the rules. His defiant head shake turned into one of denial.

“We didn’t call anything off. I knew about that. It happened a long time ago. I forgave him.” He took a sip of coffee and looked on thoughtfully. “It was hard, I won’t lie. But I made him grovel, I made him beg for my forgiveness, I made him work for it. He earned my trust back. We’re not calling anything off.”

Her eyes were wide. “Oh. Okay. Good?”

He smiled pleasantly and moved around her. “Indeed it is. I’ll see you later, Kira.”

When Stiles got to the loft, he yanked open the door open and stomped over to the couch where Derek was reading. He threw the empty cup on the floor. “Why are you telling everyone you cheated on me? Why are you trying to call off our engagement?”

Derek casually closed the book and tossed it onto the table in front of him and crossed his arms. “Because we’re not engaged.”

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No pressure tags: @dontcallpanic @renmackree @thotpuppy @sapphiczebra

[marsdql]

through rose-coloured glasses [P.SH] v.2

synopsis: In a naive and trusting relationship with Sunghoon, you continue to give him all your love and attention, never seeing how he slowly pulls away, leaving you unaware of the way he’s using you until it’s too late.

toxic!sunghoon x naive!reader | wc: 1.3k | cw: emotional manipulation, gaslighting, toxic relationships, possessiveness, abuse of power in a relationship, self-doubt , insecurity, mild violence (psychological), themes of control and dependency, angst

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The room felt suffocating, thick with a silence that screamed louder than any argument ever could. You sat on the bed, hands trembling in your lap, eyes cast downward. His presence, once a comfort, now felt like a weight pressing on your chest.

Sunghoon stood at the door, his gaze cold and unreadable. He wasn’t looking at you the way he used to. No softness in his eyes, no warmth. Just that sharp, almost bored look that had begun to replace every glance he ever gave you.

“Sunghoon,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, fighting the lump in your throat. “Have I done something wrong?”

You knew the answer before he even spoke. You could already feel it—the distance, the indifference that had crept in like a disease. But you were desperate for him to say something, anything that would make sense of the emptiness growing between you two.

His lips twisted into something that almost resembled a smirk, but it lacked any real emotion. “You’re acting weird,” he said flatly, his voice holding a dismissive edge. “Nothing’s wrong. Stop overthinking.”

Your chest tightened as he spoke, the words sinking deeper than they should. Acting weird? Was this really where you had ended up? After everything, this was how he saw you now? As someone who was just “acting weird,” as if your feelings didn’t matter. As if you didn’t matter.

“I just feel like you’ve been pulling away,” you said quietly, your heart aching in the silence that followed. “Like… you don’t want to be around me anymore.”

His eyes flickered, but it was more irritation than concern. He sighed, his gaze flicking to the floor as if you were the last thing on his mind. “You’re so dramatic,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck like he was somehow annoyed with your very existence. “You think I’m pulling away? I’m just tired. Stop making it into a bigger deal.”

You flinched, the words cutting deeper than you wanted to admit. You had always tried to please him, to make him happy. But here he was, dismissing your feelings like they were nothing. Like you were nothing.

“I miss you,” you whispered, the words barely escaping your lips as your throat tightened. “I miss the way we used to talk… the way you used to look at me.”

He tilted his head, his gaze icy, as if the sentiment you shared meant nothing to him anymore. “You’re acting needy,” he said bluntly, his voice almost harsh. “I told you, I’ve been busy. Stop acting like I’m supposed to drop everything for you every time you get upset.”

The sting of his words was almost unbearable. You had hoped he would soften, that he would at least show you a sliver of the affection he used to have for you. But all you saw was a cold stranger wearing the face of the person you once loved.

“I’m not trying to be needy,” you whispered, swallowing back the pain. “I just… I just want you to talk to me. I want you to be here.”

Sunghoon didn’t answer right away. Instead, he moved closer, but his touch was different now. It was colder, more distant. His fingers brushed against your arm in a way that felt almost like an obligation rather than affection. You felt the shift in the air, the absence of the warmth you once relied on.

“You’re too soft,” he said, voice barely above a murmur. “Too sensitive. I don’t need this right now.”

The words stung, but you had been hearing them more and more. You were too much. Too clingy. Too emotional. You were everything that Sunghoon didn’t want anymore, even though you had never changed. You hadn’t stopped loving him. You hadn’t stopped caring. But he had.

“I just want you to love me the way you used to,” you whispered, a tear escaping before you could stop it. “I just want to feel like I matter.”

His eyes flickered for a moment, but it was only for a fraction of a second. It was like he was bored with you now, like you were just a part of his past he was no longer interested in holding onto.

“Stop acting like I owe you something,” he snapped, his voice sharper now, harder. “You’re not the center of my universe, angel. You’re not the only thing that matters.”

The words hit you like a slap. You were nothing to him. Just a person he used to care about, a person he had no use for anymore. It wasn’t love. It was never love. It was just him feeding off your trust, your affection, and now he had drained you dry.

You stood up, your legs shaky, your heart breaking in ways you didn’t think were possible. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, the words feeling like a lie. You weren’t sorry. You weren’t sorry for loving him. You weren’t sorry for wanting him. You were only sorry that you had given him everything, and he had thrown it all away.

Sunghoon didn’t even look at you. He didn’t care. He had already turned away, already walking toward the door, not sparing you a second glance.

“I’m going out,” he said, his voice cold, almost robotic. “Don’t wait up.”

[forgotteneffigy]

Train Home

⋆ kento nanami x classmate!reader - the final part !! ⋆

word count : 588 ⋆₊˚⊹

before you read : jjk spoilers, not proofread, but made with love !! ⋆ read part one and part two !! <- here !! ⋆

You latched onto the idea of working at the same company as Kento ever since he suggested it.

Now you're resting your head against his shoulder, fingers interlaced by the knuckles. He holds you tighter, and the picnic basket in your lap jumps with each bump of the train as it moves.

“When we get older, let's retire here.” You say, sounding tired from your day. Kento smiles quietly.

A low chuckle leaves his chest. In his other arm, he holds the rolled up hibiscus patterned blanket.

“Thinking about retirement already?” he asks, amused by your sudden declaration.

“Why wouldn't I? You already have everything else planned, don't you?”

You look up at him to the best of your ability. Kento finds your attempts endearing.

“I guess so.” He answers in agreement.

“Though..” Kento trails off, looking out the train window. Okinawa's scenery was a blur, colored in a dusty hue. The sun was fully set now, and you and him were going back. Back home. To your grandparents' house.

“I've always wanted to go to Malaysia.” He confesses quietly, his pointer finger running up your knuckle in a comforting gesture.

“Malaysia?” You repeat, pulling your head from his shoulder to look up at him. He can see the renewed freshness in your eyes. The lines under them seem to soften.

“Yes.” Kento nods, his hair getting in the way of his face. “I heard Kuala's beautiful this time around.”

With a gentle swish of your hand, you brush the hair out of his eyes. You always did, and if you didn't, it felt like something from your day was missing.

“I'm gonna stick to you, whether you like it or not. I hope you know that.” You put the last part jokingly, trying not to laugh.

Kento smiles more as you pull your hand away, placing it on the picnic basket. “Kuala it is, then.”

You nod in agreement, leaning back in your seat, looking content with how things went with today's events.

A soft, loving sigh leaves his lips. Kento doesn't know that it's love right now, but it is.

“How will you ever manage without me, (Y/N)?” he asks.

Immediately, you reply, “That's the thing!” You point a finger in his direction, Kento expects an answer, but all he's met with is a stop for thought.

“I haven't quite figured that out myself.”

The pause of registration makes you both laugh loud enough to make the old couple beside you look over from their seats and chuckle to themselves.

“So,” you turn your attention back to Kento. That same shine you had when you were second-years still in your eyes. “If we get uniforms, are we matching or what?”

The idea of matching uniforms was absolutely absurd to him. Coming from anyone else, he'd probably shake his head and say no.

But for you, he replies, with “I’ll think about it.”

“You better.” He hears you say, Kento feels you poke his shoulder repeatedly, a small chuckle leaving your lips.

He retaliates back, returning the favor by flicking your nose with the least amount of force possible with his finger and thumb.

The train reaches its stop. You scrunch at the contact. “Ow!” Hearing your yelp of pain makes Kento pause. He thinks he genuinely hurt you until you let out a hearty laugh.

The sound of your combined laughter fills the carriage again, the doors swish open for passerby to hear.

Kuala can wait. He had you.

⋆ i hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as i had while writing it!! this is really short , but i hope that's okay with you all !! i might open requests soon , depending on the character (^-^)

[mydreamyspace]

Logan X Fem! Reader - I'm Gonna Take Care Of You

Characters : Logan, Reader

Summary : There's a fight and you get hurt, Logan comforts you.

Tags/Warnings : a little bit of violence ? Hurt/comfort

Word count : 811

Masterlist

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"This time i get to choose, please"

"Alright doll, what do you want to watch tonight ?"

You browse through the dvd's on the shelf next to the tv. Logan, sipping on his beer on the sofa.

"How about this one ?" You show him the movie you picked

"Anything you want, just get the dvd ready so you can come back in my arms"

You smile and do as he says. You sit next to him and he wraps his arms around you. Your head on his chest, you can feel his fingers playing with your hair.

Logan lowers the volume of the tv. At this time of the night, everybody in the school is asleep. Except for a few teachers.

As the movie plays, you're both eating snacks, Logan still taking sips of his beer.

His finger gently tracing up and down your arm, giving you goosebumps. It's a quiet and relaxing night, just how you love it.

A sound suddenly makes you two jump out of the sofa. Logan, focusing in the sound, realise that it's actually footsteps. A lot of footsteps. Someone broke into the school.

He puts his arm out in front of you, ordering you to stay back, but you follow him quietly. You tiptoe around the room, looking for the intruders but you don't see anybody.

The footsteps are getting closer, so close you can hear them.

"Logan what's going on ?" Storm and Scott just entered the room

"Someone's here" he uses his senses to try and find their exact location.

"This room, they're coming from this room" he whispered.

Logan, Storm and Scott are all in front of you. You try to stay as close to them as possible.

"Hands on your head" Someone from behind you shouted.

"i won't say it again" he points his gun at you, four other armed men come in the room and point guns at Logan, Storm and Scott.

"You don't want to do this" Storm tried to get closer to you, so does Logan.

You can feel Logan's hand on your arm, trying to pull you closer to him. You feel as the whole thing is happening in slow motion. Like you can't think at all. Your breath is heavy.

As the fight finally breaks, the room is filled with chaos. Blood spilled on the walls as Logan uses his claws against them. A gunshot is heard, making everyone in the room stop fighting.

One of the men moved behind you and shot you.

"NO" Logan shouted, he takes you in his arms before you fall on the floor. Storm and Scott still fighting the other men. Your eyes are closed but you're still conscious, still hearing what's happening.

Storm grabs your arm, asking Logan to let you go as she promises to take you to the infirmary. She takes you into her arms and you can hear Logan's rage. You know how he is when he is like this, and you know he will fight like an animal. Killing every last one of them in the most violent way possible.

As the sounds of the fight are getting further and your body weaker you can feel yourself go. Your last thought being Logan's arms around you on the sofa.

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The sounds of the machine, a bright light on the ceiling. It's all you hear and see as you slowly wake up, your body still weak. you try to get up but you feel a hand on your shoulder, stopping you.

"Hey, you're awake" Jean is checking your heartrate and your wound, making sure you're okay.

"Don't get up yet, your body is still recovering. Good news is the bullet just grazed you so there's not too much damage you're gonna be okay"

"Where's.."

"Logan ?, just outside, Storm is talking to him"

You hear the door of the infirmary open. Logan taking your hand.

"She's gonna be okay, i just need you to make sure she rests"

"Sure, thank you" Logan smiles at you, relieved that you're okay. You still see some blood on his arm.

He takes you in his arm goes up in your bedroom. He gently puts you in the bed, putting the blanket over you. He sits on a chair next to you and takes your hand in his.

The warmth of his smile makes you feel so comforted and loved.

He places a gentle kiss on your forhead

"I'm gonna take care of you, i promise, i'm so sorry"

"It's not your fault Logan"

"I'm gonna make sure you're okay and stick with you forever, i'm gonna be with you so much you're gonna get sick of me"

You laugh even though you wound is hurting

"get sick of you ? not a chance"

He plays with your hair as you slowly fall asleep in the bed, feeling his reassuring presence next to you.

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