#so I'm just wasting my life lying in bed or staying at home

[ardri-na-bpiteog]

Personal shit in the tags

[satorusugurugurl]

Ermmm. Speaking from my current experience. How would jjk boys (gojo geto nanami toji and choso) react to after a *session* finding out reader didn’t finish bc they hear her trying to use her toys to get off.

Lmao my bf is mad and went to sleep but I’m like … there could be more done 😆

JJK Men: You Didn’t Finish? Let Me Help You.

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Toji, Kamo Choso, FAB!Reader

Warnings: smut, sex toys, language, dirty talk, smutty smut!

Word Count: 7,477

A/N: This literally took a life of its own! Love it! It was super fun!! Thank you Nonnie!! (hope you BF wasn't that mad, but really there could have been lots more fun to be had! But I feel like we've all been there!) 💚

Gojo Satoru:

You loved it when Gojo came home after a long mission. He was usually feral, throwing open the door, all but tackling you as he went to unbutton your pants. When he came home like this, he needed to fuck in the nastiest of ways. Not that you’d complain you were usually as pent up as he was.

This time, well, Gojo was even more pent-up than usual. He caught you in the laundry room, bending you over the dryer. He slid your leggings and panties down before sliding his cock over your pussy, teasing your entrance, rubbing his tip against your clit.

All you needed was a few kisses on your neck his deep voice in your ear, and you were wet and ready for him. He fucked you fast, deep, and hard. It felt so good, his cock slamming into your g-spot, as the vibrations from the running dry stimulated your clit. This was new and exciting. To be wanted this bad, for him to fuck you right where he found you, you loved it!

Your boyfriend loved it just as much as you because his cock throbbed hard inside of you right when you were beginning the climb toward your release. You felt his cum spurting inside of you as he whined, his pace slowing down, slowly fucked his cum inside of you. Satoru groaned slowly, pulling out of you, spreading your cheeks, watching his cum leaking out of your pretty cunt.

“Fuuuck, I needed that.” You were panting, gripping the sides of the dryer, waiting for him to do something, anything to make you cum. “Mmm.” To your utter disappointment, Satoru smacked your ass and started walking out. “I'm going to shower; when I'm done, let's order dinner. I'm beat.”

For a moment, you thought he was fucking with you. That he just wanted you to complain about not cumming, to beg for it. But looking over your shoulder at him, you saw how tired he was. He had pulled his blindfold down, pooling around his neck, allowing you to see the dark circles under his eyes. The exhaustion on his face wasn't from sex. It was from the mission.

How could you bother him to help get you off? You were fully capable of taking care of yourself. You just grinned, pulling your leggings off and tossing them into the washer. “I like the sound of that. Go ahead and wash up; I need to finish this.” And yourself. “Then we’ll order food.” Without any questions, Gojo stripped out of his clothes, tossing it in with yours.

“Sounds like we got ourselves a stay-in date.” Your boyfriend's lips pressed firmly against your cheek. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Toru.”

The second you heard him head into the bathroom, shutting the door, you hurried. He took about a five to ten-minute shower. So that gave you more than enough time to cum. Opening the nightstand drawer, you pulled out your wand vibrator before lying in bed, your eyes darting toward the bathroom door.

Wasting no time, you pressed the wand over your clit, turning it on its highest setting. Your hips jerked forward as a whine passed through your lips. Fuck you were still worked up, pussy clenching, thinking about how Satoru fucked you just minutes before. That was the perfect thought to lose yourself in as your clit was twitching under the pleasant vibrations.

God, if he weren’t so tired, you would have begged him for more. You take you on the dryer, the floor, fuck even the wall. You missed him; god, you missed the soft tufts of his white hair, the smell of fresh sheets and musk. The need to have him bullying his cock inside of you was so strong it had you dipping your hands between your legs. Fingers pushing through your tight entrance, attempting to make you feel as good as Satoru did.

They were nothing compared to Satoru. His fingers reached places you never could. While it wasn’t what you wanted right now, that being your boyfriend's fat cock, it would suffice. You cried out softly as you curled your fingers up, just barely grazing your g-spot.

“Mmnh fuck, oooh fuck.” You could feel yourself climbing towards your orgasm. “T-Toru, yes, yes~.”

Just when you were about to cum, the door to the bathroom flung open. Satoru stood there, leaning against the door frame as you threw your vibrator to the side of the bed. What you failed to do was take your fingers out of your cunt just as fast.

“S-Satoru!”

He took in your form, shaking his head with a sigh. “Most people would wait for the shower to start running before they start masturbating, right after their boyfriend fucked them.” He strode forward, his throbbing dick standing at attention. “But my sweet, not so innocent girl. She starts fucking herself when I’m in the other room.” He walked around the bed, picking up your still buzzing vibrator. “Was one time not enough for you?” Gojo got on the bed, cerulean eyes burning with furious lust.

“I-I well,” words evaded you, “I uhm—“

“Tsk,” he crawled on top of you, pressing the vibrator against your clit. You arched your back off the bed, whimpering. “Such a little slut, trying to make yourself cum right after I fucked you. Well, go on, do it, little slut.”Satoru pressed the vibrator harder against your clit. “Cum again, then maybe I’ll make you cum a third, fourth, maybe even a fifth time. Seeing that you want to cum so bad after I just made you.”

You tried pulling away, but Satoru grabbed your hip with his free hand, holding you in place. “I-I didn’t!”

“Oh, don’t try to lie to me; I caught you red-handed.” The hand you had been fingering yourself with was snatched. “Look at that, still wet and slick with both our cum.” Your boyfriend took your cum slick fingers in his mouth, sucking on them while his eyes burned holes into your skin.

“Y-Your cum.” Satoru stopped sucking, glancing down at your flushed face. “I-I didn’t finish.”

From the expression on his face, your poor boyfriend went through the five stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and finally acceptance. His mouth opened and shut like a fish before he pulled the vibrator away.

“You didn’t cum?!” You shook your head. “Why didn’t you say something?!” Being questioned like this, right after he caught you beating off, wasn’t the conversation you wanted to have. Groaning softly, you sat up, avoiding his gaze.

“You’re exhausted, and I didn’t want to bother you with something I can handle alone.”

“You seriously think me getting you off is a bother?” He touched your shoulders, shoving you back against the bed. “Sweetheart, I get off on making you cum.”

“T-Toru, I-I can do it. You should re-A-Ahh!” Satoru’s cock is pushing it’s way forcefully inside your cunt. “Oooh, of fuck!”

His lips slammed against yours as he pushed the vibrator back against your throbbing clit. “Baby~ you feel so good~ fuck, your pussy is so fuckin’ tight. Ah~! Ah~ fuck~ does that feel good baby?” Stars, you saw stars as he pulled out, stopping just before the tip slipped out before he slammed back into you harder.

“Oh, my fuck!!” You cried out as he repeated his pace, fucking you, pressing the vibrator firmly against you. “O-Oh god, feels s-so good when you slide inside!”

Satoru chuckled with a groan. “Oh, I know it does~” His hot breath fanned over your lips, “I felt that tight cunt clamp down each time I thrust.” You dug your nails into his shoulders.

God, the smell of him washes over you as he kisses and sucks on your neck. Teeth grazing the overly sensitive skin as you wrap your leg around him, pushing him deeper inside of your aching pussy. You were losing control over yourself, and Satoru wasn’t doing any better. His cock was already throbbing; his eyes screwed tight as he pushed himself further into the mattress, deeper inside of you.

Hearing you scream, feeling the vibrations while he fucked you, your soaking walls that were eagerly milking him, had him feeling like he was eighteen again. Satoru never got over how good your gummy walls felt. How you pussy didn’t want him to leave, how it tried to pull him back in. Having sex with you was something that constantly changed and grew into something more. Something more profound.

“Gah—! Fuck!” Satoru cried out against your kiss-swollen lips. “You’re so close, you’re twitching.” Your blubbering whines confirmed what he knew. “That’s right, cum for me~ cum all over this fat fucking cock.”

“C-cumming ah~ ah~ Satoru!!” With his hips angled, hitting your sweet spot with every brutal thrust, you clamped down on him. But it was the sweet buzzing of your vibrator in time with his harsh pace that had you gushing.

Satoru watched the stream of clear liquid squirt out of you. Coating the v-line and happy tail of his crotch, soaking the bed underneath you. Who wouldn’t have been cumming with you after that sight? Satoru stilled, hands digging harshly into your hips, holding you still as his cum filled you. He stayed like that for a long moment. Buried deep inside of you before he collapsed, groaning against your collarbone.

You gently scratched his scalp with your nails, breathing heavily as you came down from your high. “Fuck, I needed that so bad, thank you.” You watched as Satoru lazily lifted his head, hazy eyes watching you.

“Mm, anythin’ for you.”

The two of you drifted to sleep like that. Any thoughts revolving around showering or dinner were placed on the back burner. The most important thing was that you were finally together again.

Geto Suguru:

“Ah~ nngh, good~ feels good~” You cried out softly as Suguru lazily fucked you. “K-Keep going~”

The bed gently groaned under Suguru’s sleepy thrusts. His arms were wrapped around you, large hands grabbing your breasts. They massaged the soft flesh, groping them, teasing your nipples as he licked and kissed the side of your neck. Mornings where he woke up after having the nastiest dream sex with you, were his favorite kind of sexy mornings.

The morning when you both were stirring, only focusing on the raw instinctual need to cum. These were the times when he didn’t need to focus on the pace or the dirty words he would whisper in your ear. All the two of you could focus on was the sweet pleasure and warmth of each other's bodies.

Suguru cried out against your skin, his cock throbbing deep inside of you. The things you were doing to him in his dream, sucking his cock, riding his face, letting him fuck you on a towel on a faraway beach, it was so good. Too good. When he first slid inside of you, he was dangerously close to the edge. His sexy dream had nearly become a wet dream before he woke up. So it came as no surprise to him that he just needed to feel you, the real you, to reach that sweet climax.

You listened as he huffed and grunted, his hips moving just a bit faster as you felt the warmth of his cum filling you. His load was thick, seeping out of you, sliding down the length of his cock, pooling at the base. Feeling him fill you up this good at six thirty in the morning was the equivalent of a hot shower or a good workout at the gym. You were ready for round two.

Suguru, however, was ready to drift back to sleep. His breathing went from shallow, uneven gasps to deeper and calmer breaths. This wasn’t happening, right? There was no way your husband just lazily fucked you as a form of foreplay just to fall asleep. Your worst fears became a reality as he snored softly into the crook of your neck.

Your pussy clenched in sorrow as his cock remained buried inside of you. If he were anyone else, you would have woken him up, urging him to finish what he had started. Unfortunately for you, Geto Suguru was a deep sleeper. The only thing that would wake him up was either a blood-curdling scream from you or an earthquake. Meaning you were on your own for now. Horny, sleepy, and desperate to cum, and drifted back to sleep in his strong arms.

Luckily, your vibrator was just an arm's length away, resting in the top drawer of your nightstand. With careful and calculated movements, you freed one arm from Suguru’s koala bear grasp and grabbed your best friend. Your clit sucking toy was your favorite toy Suguru bought for you. He knew how much you loved him going down on you, so he bought you the highest-rated toy that would at least come close to mimicking his talented lips and tongue.

The toy was great; you loved using it when your fiance was at work or on a mission. Nothing would ever be able to replace him. Right now, seeing as your husband was out of commission, this toy would have to suffice.

You slid the toy under your shorts, pressing the small opening around your clit before turning it on to the lowest setting. The pulsating hum was low but perfect enough that it had you whining. You were still incredibly turned on from your lazy sex session. Having been so close to release, you knew this setting (or two or three higher) would be all that you needed to cum, seeing as Suguru’s cock was still buried inside of you, his thick load keeping you wet enough.

Your hips jerked, walls clenching around Suguru as your hand came up, clamping firmly over your mouth with a groan. Your pussy twitched As your toes curled; it felt so good. The flutter sensation beginning to build up in your lower stomach had your blood running hot. What would make this even better was if Suguru was up, fucking you with hard and shallow thrusts. Hitting your g-spot, whispering in your ear, telling you to cum on him.

The temptation to push yourself back against him was strong. His thick, girthy cock, was perfect in every way, shape and form. The tip was pressed right against your sweet spot, making you moan louder into your hand. You didn’t want to wake him up; he always worked hard, taking good care of you—the moments when he. Getting to unwind and relax was precious to both of you.

While you were being courteous regarding the volume of your moans. Your pussy was not as well-behaved as the rest of you. She clamped, twitched, and hugged Suguru’s cock. The warm pulsing twitches had Suguru stirring, his eyes slowly opening as his cock jerked inside of you, as he felt the low buzzing sensation of the toy you were using against yourself.

His hand slowly slid over your conjoined bodies, his larger hand wrapping around yours, pressing the toy harder against your throbbing clit. “A-Ah, Sugu~” He hummed, kissing and sucking on your neck. “I-I’m sorry. I d-didn’t mean to wake you.” In reality, you weren’t as sorry as you claimed to be.

”Mmm,” Suguru exhaled heavily through his nose, “didn't get enough?”

You shook your head, your hips full back into him, pushing his cock further inside of you. “No, baby, I didn’t cum.” Suguru’s eyebrows furrowed together as you humped his cock gently. “Just give me a few minutes, please; I’m almost there.” Your husband groaned, lifting your leg and draping it over his hip. “Sugu, what—nngh, fuck.” Your toy was tossed to the side, Suguru’s fingers replacing it.

”My princess just told me she didn’t cum.” His voice cracked as he rocked gently into you, his fingers rubbing circles around your clit. “What sort of husband would I be if I made her get off alone.” Teeth dug into your neck before his tongue slid over the stinging mark. “Let me give you a hand.”

Your eyes were rolling into the back of your head as Suguru hit your cervix with every thrust. He was so fucking deep; you could feel every thick inch of him spreading you open. His dark eyes peered down, watching his hand working at your clit. He could hear how wet you were, the squelching sounds egging him on.

“Ah~ fuck Sugu~ you know me so well.” you tilt your head back, eyes shutting, losing yourself in the please. “Y-You always hit my g-spot, fuck!”

Your husband cooed, rubbing your clit faster. “Yeah~ you’re going to cum aren’t you~? You keep getting wetter with every thrust, baby.”

“Y-Yeah, fuck yes! Please~ please, Sugu~!”

The rich smell of Suguru’s expensive shampoo wafted over you; his hair fell over your shoulder as he pressed his lips against yours. You reached a hand up, cupping his cheek, moaning as he nipped at your bottom lip, his tongue darting out, tracing over the spot before sliding his tongue into your mouth as he fucked into you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

You didn't even have a chance to warn him that you were cumming. You just cried out into his mouth as he massaged your tongue with his own. As the rolling waves of pleasure rocked through you, Suguru’s pace faltered, becoming messy sloppily as his ball tightened. Spurts of warm cum filled your aching hole, filling you up to the brim.

“Mmm,” Suguru pulled his mouth away from yours, spit connecting your tongues, “does my needy girl feel better~?”

“Mhmm~” you hummed happily, snuggling back against him. “Felt good.”

All your husband did was wrap his arms tighter around you. He pressed a kiss against your chin before he buried his face in the crook of his neck. Out of all the places he’d seen and been, your king-sized bed, with you in his arms, was his favorite place in the world.

Nanami Kento:

Wet was a bit of an understatement. You were soaking wet when Nanami slammed you up against the door of your apartment. You both were buzzed from the bottle of wine you shared at dinner. The sweet liquid had you rubbing Nanami’s thigh, whispering obscene things in his ear, and had led to him pulling your lace panties to the side as he lifted you, your legs wrapped around his waist.

“You've been such a bad girl.” You groaned over, panting in pure lustful desire as you listened to his buckle being undone.

“Hurry up.” You begged, only to receive a smack on the side of your ass. “Eep!”

“You are in no place to be making any demands.” His words were slightly slurred before he rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit. “Teasing my cock, whispering those lewd words in my ear.”

The wine had given you liquid courage; you grabbed a handful of blonde hair, tugging it back. “Then take what you want~” The moment those words left your mouth, Nanami was fucking into you.

His thrusts were sloppy, messy, and full of pure need. The wine had him lost in the raw feeling of your tight cunt, the way your walls hugged his cock. Your pussy was so wet, warm, and tight. Nanami whimpered fucking you harder and slamming you against the door.

“Y-Yes! Oh fuck yes! Keeento~!!”

“Oh fuck love, fuck you’re s-so t-tig-gaaahk!”

The familiar sensation of cum filling you drew you out of the wildly erotic moment. Both you and Nanami were stiff. Your sweet, loving boyfriend's face flushed dark red, his eyebrows pinched in tipsy confusion.

“K-Ken? Did you just?”

“I-I—“ he honestly wasn’t sure, but he confirmed his fears as he pulled out. His cock was coated in white cum, the tip dribbling out more as it sadly softened. “F-Fuck, sweetie, I’m sorry.”

When he looked up expecting to be met with an expression of disappointment, he was instead met with your gentle smile as he put you down. “It’s okay; I was teasing you the whole way home.” While you attempted to comfort him, Nanami still felt a twinge of shame.

“I’m sorry.”

“Ken, you’re fine.” Fine was not the way he would describe the way he felt. But you were persistent. “Do you wanna lay down?”

Your boyfriend nodded, sulking towards your room with his head hanging low. “If laying down means I can forget about this whole ordeal, then yes.” He unbuttoned his shirt before lying on his back, watching you closely. “That’s never happened to me before.” A smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth as you removed your jewelry.

”I made the Kento Nanami experience pre-mature ejaculation for the first time. I’m so honored.”

“Please don’t say it like that.”

“Right, sorry, sorry.” Nanami watched as your hips swayed as you approached his side of the bed.

“Seriously, don’t feel too bad about it. I could easily take care of myself if I wanted to. Do you need anything? Like water?” He shook his head, his eyes slowly shutting as he drifted in and out of the waves of his afterglow. “Alright, I’ll be right back.”

Just as Nanami turned to lay on his side, you reached into the sock drawer of your dresser. Hidden, there was your g-spot toy. You glanced back at the sleepy Nanami before sighing as you tip-toed into the living room, cracking the door shut.

You were still worked up, wet, and horny from the combination of wine and teasing touches on the way home. You didn’t mind that Nanami had finished first, but you couldn’t ignore the aching between your legs. You needed to take care of that ache, or you wouldn’t be able to sleep at all.

As you lay on the couch, your mind drifted to Nanami. How his large hands gripped your thigh in the car, how his ankle brushed yours at the restaurant. You whined, imagining his cock slipping inside of you as you pushed the toy into your wet pussy. His cock was so girthy and fat it stuffed you; this toy was nothing compared to him. But it would get the job done.

You twisted the end of the toy, turning the vibrations on; the sweet lazing immediately stimulated your sweet spot, making you arch. Fuck it felt good, especially when you began thrusting it in and out of your tight heat. You were so tight and needy, longing for an orgasm that would tide you over until Nanami was able to fuck the life out of you.

God, you wanted him; you wanted him so bad. The need for his cock to plunge in and out of you. To have him tugging and pulling on your hair, to choke you. The raw desire for him had your moans increasing in volume. Maybe it was the wine or the horny need that had you gasping as if your boyfriend wasn’t in the other room.

Oh, and Nanami heard. How could he not listen to you whimpering and crying out his name? The buzzing from your toy had his cock throbbing back to life. He couldn’t just let you handle this on your own. His legs, while still shaky, moved with a purpose. He flung open the bedroom door and stormed off to the living room, where the sight of you had his pace faltering.

Your legs were spread, the vibrant pink vibrator was moving in and out of you, coated in a milk substance of his cum and your slick. The same sticky substance coated the inside of your supple thighs, making you look even more erotic. Seeing you in such a vulgar scene had Nanami stripping out of his clothes.

“Fuuuck~ fuck yes~ K-Kento~!” Your head was tilted back, eyes shut as you imagined Nanami inside you. His lips and teeth dug into your skin. “Ahh fuck~!”

“You weren’t kidding when you said you could care for yourself.” The deep voice of your boyfriend was the only warning you got before the toy was yanked out of you and clattered to the floor.

Your eyes went wide as the toy was replaced with the fat girthy cock you had been imagining. “Haaah!” A breathless yelp escaped you as you met Nanami’s honey-brown eyes. “K-Kento!” He groaned, his cock slowly slipping in and out of you. “Fuck~!” He smirked, kissing your neck.

“Mhmm lover, your pussy is hugging me. Were you that desperate for my cock?” All you managed to do was cry out as you nodded. “Such a desperate girl~ but that toy is nothing compared to me, right?”

“N-No, it’s not!” You whined, gripping his shoulders as the couch creaked under his thrusts. “N-Nothing c-compared to you, Kento!”

Skin slapped against the skin, Nanami groaned, dropping his head onto your shoulder. “Fuck~ fuck, your pussy feels so good~ it’s so wet, love, so fucking wet~” Nanami kissed and sucked onto your shoulder, biting the skin as hard as he could, drawing out a pleasurable gasp from you. “G-gonna make you cum this time.” His words were mumbled as he bit into another part of your skin. “M-make up for last time.” your toes began to curl as Nanami reached down, rubbing your clit in fast circles.

“Y-You don’t have to make up for last time—“ Nanami’s cock throbbed, rubbing against your g-spot. That, in time, with his thumb on your clit had the coil tightening in your abdomen. “I-I’m close, oh god, I’m close!” Your legs began violently shaking as your pussy tightened, heat rushing through you. “K-Kento! Keeento!!”

You came hard, so incredibly hard a scream ripped through your throat as tears filled your eyes. Nanami’s cock twitched, his hips stilling as your pussy convulsed around him, drawing out a second orgasm from him as you rode the waves of yours. His hips jerked, pussy hi load intense of you, working the both of you down from your highs. It was until beads of sweat ran down his chilled ab’s that he finally came to a stop.

His breath was hot against your shoulder as you ran your fingers through his hair. He slowly pulled away, smiling ever so sweetly at you. “Fuck I needed that.” The sheer relief and exhaustion in your tone had Kento grinning, lifting you, and carrying you to the bedroom.

“Well, I hope you’re ready for more. Because I’m ready for round three.”

Toji Fushiguro:

You were minding your own business scrolling through your phone when your boyfriend came into the room. He said nothing; he only grabbed your pajama pants and yank them off. You giggled in between moans as rubbed your clit before sliding his spit-coated cock inside of you.

“Ah, ~ rough day at w-work?” You gasped out, throwing your head back against the pillows as Toji grunted in response. “Oh, I’m sorry, baby.” The words held all the truth; you did feel bad that he had a rough day. You also loved it, though. Days like these, when he came home all pent up and frustrated, were the days he fucked the breath out of you.

He got to work off pent-up frustration while you got to get fucked into the mattress. It was truly a win-win for the two of you.

”Fuck, fuck yeah,”. Toji sighed, kissing the leg that was draped over your shoulder. “I missed your fucking pussy all day.” His thick, strong fingers dug into your other leg that was wrapped over his hip. “Kept dreaming about filling it up, painting the insides white. Nnngh, you’re such a fucking good little slut for me.”

You hummed drunkenly in response, back arching as you tried to keep up with his fast-paced thrusts. “Mhmm, I’m glad I could be a good dream for you, Toji.” Cock throbbing inside of you, Toji let out a needy growl, bucking his hips faster, cock hitting every sweet spot buried deep inside of your cunt.

“Y-Yeah, you’re the best dream a guy could ever have.” Those sweet words had you reaching your hand down, rubbing your clit as he fucked you deeper, faster. “That’s it, look at my slutty little girlfriend. Making herself cum all over my cock.”

“C-Close, Toji! P-Please!”

“M-Me too~! Me too~!”

Toji sunk his teeth into the side of your leg as his thrusts lost all sense of rhythm as he began cumming inside of you, fucking himself through his orgasm. All while you tried to follow up, rubbing your clit faster, bucking your hips up against him. But as the sensations of hot cum filled you, your stomach was filled with disappointment as your orgasm evaded you. Toji grunted, resting his head against you, his eyes shut tight as he felt your walls twitch.

You reached up, stroking his head, humming as he slowly sat up. He liked fucked out of his mind as he licked at his lips. But behind that fucked out look, you could swear there was desire. A desire for more, to keep going until the two of you couldn’t breathe. A desire that you might just be able to reach that orgasm you had failed to grasp moments before.

Toji leaned down, kissing you deeply, his cock twitching deep inside of you. You were just about to wrap your legs around his hips, to pull him in deeper, to encourage him to keep fucking into you, when his phone rang. He glowered at it, sitting on the nightstand. You turned his head to focus on you instead, your hands trailing up his chest, your thumbs brushing over his nipples. But his damn phone kept ringing. Whoever was calling was desperate to get a hold of him.

Toji snarled, snatching the phone off the nightstand and answering it. “I’m in the middle of something pretty fuckin’ important. What?!” The other voice on the line sounded much like Shiu’s shot back a shout. Toji’s eyes went wide, taking in the words before he smirked. You knew that expression.

“Paid up already? Ha, awesome, cool, yeah, I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“What was that about?” You asked as Toji slipped out of you. “What happened?”

Toji slipped his half-hard cock back into his pants. “Client already has money for a job I just did. Six figures, baby. They want to take me and Shiu to dinner.” Wait? Seriously, he was leaving?!

“B-But!”

“It should be fast. I’ll be back before you know it.” Toji pressed a kiss to your temple. “Then we’ll have round two.”

“But—“ You watched in despair and anger as Toji headed out of the apartment, shutting the door. “I didn’t finish.” You pouted, plopping back down on the bed.

Toji must have been out of it to have not realized that. Plus, he just left! But he was bringing home the big bucks so you couldn’t complain. There was always tonight; maybe he’d let you sit on his face as an apology once you told him. The aching pulse between your legs, however, wanted to be satisfied now. It couldn't wait for god knows how long Toji would be out.

So, without any hesitation, you reached under your bed, pulling out your container of sex toys. You pulled out your vibrating dildo and a bottle of lube before sitting up at the head of the bed. Wasting no time, you lubbed the clean toy before slowly working it into yourself with a harp inhale. It felt good, not as good as Toji, but it would get the job done.

Your pace was fast and hard; you attempted to match Toji’s. But that was humanly impossible. The man fucked like a god, nearly sending you to the afterlife with each orgasm. So you managed to do the best you could, which didn’t feel bad at all. Your pace had your eyes rolling back as you curved the toy, rubbing it against your g-spot before you turned it on.

The vibrations were strong. So strong it sent you to your own personal heaven of pleasure. You propped your legs up, spreading them wide as your thrusts increased in speed, while your free hand gripped the sheets, tugging at them gently. The pleasure was so overwhelming, so stifling, that you never heard the apartment door open. You were a moaning mess, and that’s what Toji heard as he looked around for his phone.

He’d stopped, eyes drifting towards the room as the wet squelching and buzzing sounds flooded the apartment. Following the noise, he peeked into the bedroom, finding you fucking yourself with a dildo. Your pussy was hugging it just like it had done to his dick. And you looked like you were enjoying it, but not as much as you wanted his dick.

Toji entered the room, taking full advantage of you and rolling your eyes back. He hummed, crossing his arms over his chest as he got a heater view of you pathetically trying to fuck yourself, into an orgasm. His poor, sweet girl. It would just be cruel to continue to watch.

Your eyes jolted open as a large hand swatted yours away, gripping the toy that was buried in your cunt, while the other hand pushed your legs

Further apart. “T-Toji!” You yelled out as he began fucking the toy into you with a sadistic smirk.

“Looks like you needed a hand.” His deep voice had you clenching around the toy with a whine of our need. “Me makin’ ya’ cum once wasn’t enough, huh? I was gone for five minutes. Missed me that much.” He jabbed the toy against your spot with ever-calculated thrusts.

“Oooh! Oooh fuck oh my goo-ah ah!” You screamed, your hand gripping the sheets tightened while the other tangled in black strands of hair. “Ah~! Agggh! I -I didn’t cum! I-I couldn’t w-wai-fuck! Wait for tonight!”

Toji’s pace didn’t falter, but his eyes widened for a second. “Well, ya’ should’ve said something, honey. I would have made you cum.” He learned over your leg. “I can’t fuck you, but I’ll at least make you cum for now.” He kept fucking the dildo inside of you as he knelt over you, flicking his tongue over your clit.

“Gahhhk!” You screamed as Toji chuckled over your clit with a hum. “T-Toji! T-Toji!!” You arched your back as your mouth fell open into an ‘O’ shape as your toys curled. “D-Don’t stop! P-please, don’t stop!”

Toji was nowhere close to stopping, not when you were so close. He healed his scarred lip over your throbbing clit, sucking, flicking, and nibbling at the sensitive bundle of nerves. He drew you closer and closer to the edge, and it was him rubbing your g-apt with the vibrating tip that was your undoing. You screamed out loud, bucking your hips into his face as you squirted a clear stream of liquid all over his chin.

You were crying at the intensity of the orgasm as Toji gently worked you down. He glanced over you as his tongue dared over his lips, licking your juices off with a smirk. Your body trembled and shook how you gasped madly for air. It was a sight he loved to see.

“There ya’ go.” He said, pulling the toy out and placing it on the nightstand. “I’ll be home in a little bit.” You grumbled in response, struggling to keep your eyes open as Toji pulled a blanket over your half-naked body. “Get some sleep.” He kissed your forehead, grabbing his phone off the bed. “Because you’re gonna need all the rest you can get for what I have planned for you tonight.”

Choso Kamo:

Two weeks you had been on a mission for two long weeks. Which meant you had been away from your sweet loving boyfriend and his long cock for two weeks. So, of course, the second you got home, you begged for him to fuck you. He eagerly agreed, fucking you on the floor of the entryway. The two of you hadn’t even passed there before you were ripping each other's clothes off.

“A-Ah! C-Choso!” You cried out as he slammed his fist on the wooden floor, fucking you deeper. “Ahh!” His brutal thrusts drew out a scream from you as his other hand palmed your breasts.

“Missed you, god I missed you so much.” He mumbled over your collarbone, sucking and licking your skin. “I missed you so much, babe.”

“C-Cho!”

He gritted his teeth as you clenched down on him. “Oh~ good god, I-I edged myself a-all week waiting for this.”

Hearing him say that had your stomach and pussy fluttering. It had just been a suggestion in passing. You mentioned to Choso that edging yourselves when you were separated would be fun. You, of course, had done it, working yourself to the edge before stopping your movements. You had no idea Choso would be doing the same thing.

It made your heart soar as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. God, what did you do to deserve such a sweet and sexy man in your life?! Your walls fluttered around him, and Choso shut his eyes tight at the overwhelming pleasure.

Something you failed to mention to him was that edging would make him overly sensitive. More so than usual. His nails dug into the wood, scrapping at it as you whined and whimpered into the crook of his neck. Everything was too much to handle, too much to bear. Feeling your skin against his, hearing your cries of pleasure, your scent, all of it was way too much. He had been doomed from the moment you kissed him when you got home.

Choso pulled back just enough that he was able to put into your neck as his cock throbbed, cum spilling inside of you. His sudden bite as his cum filling you had you clenching against him, so hard Choso thought you had come with him. A satisfied groan sounded from your neck as he gently bucked into you, riding out your (his orgasm).

You both lay there on the floor of the entryway, panting heavily. Choso’s teeth left your skin, and he kissed it gently before looking into your eyes. You were smiling, gently reaching out, pushing his bangs out of his face as he slowly pulled out of you. He cleared his throat, and he helped you stand, sighing as the dropping adrenaline had him feeling drowsy.

“I-I didn’t think I’d cum that fast.” He said in a timid tone as you giggled. “B-But you were right. It did feel good, like a hundred orgasms in one.”

“Yeah, I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

Choso nodded sleepily as he wrapped his arms around you. “Welcome home, baby.” You could feel his muscles relax as he held you in his arms. He sounded like he was exhausted from the sound of his voice.

“Glad to be back.” You whispered as the two of you headed into the bedroom. Choso collapsed onto the mattress, holding his arms out for you to join him, but you shook your head, holding up your duffle bag. “I need to unpack and shower real quick. I’ll join you in a bit.”

Choso gave you a sleepy nod before shutting his eyes. You returned his smile, heading into the bathroom and closing the door with a heavy sigh. You were still on the edge, not having reached that sweet, blissful release you’d been working yourself up to for the last couple of weeks. There was always tomorrow. Once you both slept well, you held out for two weeks; what would another eight hours do?

As you started the shower and began unpacking your toiletry bag, your thoughts were blank for the most part. Your brain was moving on autopilot mode. Put away your travel-sized bottles, your hair brush, and skincare products. It wasn’t until you reached the bottom of the bag that you snapped out of the trance you had found yourself in. At the bottom was your bullet vibrator, sealed in its velvet travel bag with the toy cleaner.

You pulled out the clean toy, eyeing it in your palm before your eyes darted towards the door. One orgasm wouldn’t hurt, would it? Choso was so tired he might be sleeping. You stared at your reflection before finally carving in. If you were quiet enough, Choso never needed to know that you hadn’t finished, then tomorrow it would be like nothing happened.

You wasted no time sliding the vibrator down between your legs. You turned it on low speed with the little remote. It buzzed to life, bouncing off the walls as you whimpered softly. The vibrations were so good and vital that you knew it wasn’t going to take very long for you to cum. You chewed on your bottom lip, losing yourself in the pleasurable sensations, unaware that Choso was standing just outside the door, staring at it in confusion.

Your sweet boyfriend fully intended to nap while waiting for you to unpack. But the moment he heard the shower start and your lovely, soft humming, he stood up. Why would he stay in bed when he would be showering with you? Feeling your smooth, silky skin under his hands as he lathered you with soap and massaged tension out of your muscles.

Naps could wait; shower sessions were more important than sleep.

So, of course, as he stood in front of the bathroom door naked, listening to the buzzy hum of a sex toy, he was confused. Like why would you be using a toy right after the two of you just made love? And why would you be doing it without him helping you out? He loved making you cum, whether it be from his tongue, finger, dick, or the use of your toys.

Choso didn’t even bother knocking on the door; he just pushed it open, finding you hunched over the counter, hand between your legs, as the silver bullet toy buzzed over your clit. Your eyes went wide, but you didn’t move your hand away from your wet sex. You couldn’t not when you were so close. Choso just walked into the bathroom, stepping to stand behind you, rubbing his throbbing cock over your entrance.

“C-Choso~”

“I can help you, ya’ know.” He said softly before gently pushing inside of you. “All you needed to do was ask.” You whimpered as his thick cck stretched you open, your knees buckling. “I wouldn’t have minded going another round.”

His hand joined yours holding the vibrating toy harder over your clit. “I-I ah! Fuck I know, I’m sorry! Y-You came, and I didn’t; you just looked so tired I didn’t want to ask you to overexert yourself.” Choso’s eyes met yours in the mirror as he began fucking into you with a groan.

“I’m never tired when it comes to you. I’m always willing to keep going until you are fully satisfied.” His cock slid in and out of you faster as his free hand grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing it.

”I-I fuck s-so-fuckin’ good Choso!” You gasped out a shaky cry of pleasure. “Feels so good, please baby more.”

“Yeah, I feel you clenching.” His hips were grinding into you, rubbing your g-spot as he helped you rub the buzzing bullet up and down over your clit. “Are you going to cum for me? Going to squirt?”

“Y-Yes Choso! Yes, I’m so close!”

He let go of the toy at your warning. Both his hands gripped your hips, using them as leverage to pound into you at full force. He was hitting every spot you loved while your bullet buzzed. The combination of all these factors had you cumming for the first time in two weeks. You came, squirting all over the tiled floor, making your feet slip as you tried to keep a grip on the sink. Your pussy clenched so hard around Choso that he stilled inside of you, cumming even harder than he had in the entryway.

You were so grateful that Choso was holding you up by your hips. If he hadn’t been, you were positive you would have ended up on the ground, a heaping puddle of useless limbs. Choso, who you had thought was tired before, was the first to move. He kissed down your back, gently massaging your hips as you slowly came back to your senses.

“Mm, come on, babe.” He whispered against your skin, slowly helping you shuffle towards the shower. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Then we can take a nap.” As you stood under the running water with Choso massaging your shoulders, you couldn’t help but shut your eyes as he kissed your temple.

It was good to be home.

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"Let's get married."

The man you barely know suggested. It was a polite request. You knew that you were in the position to decline.

But your logical thought says otherwise. Just accept it. Say yes. It said.

You were no fool. It is obvious that he just wants to marry you out of benefit. But still, you wonder why is it not his family who approached you. Usually, arranged marriages are handled by the family of the groom or bride to be.

Wasting no more time to think, you simply agreed.

It was just a marriage after all. Plus, you have little to no love life anyway. The man is unapproachable, he isn't the type to harm anyone. You're sure because you've known him ever since you entered high school.

Nevertheless, it won't hurt to also use him as some sort of shield from your unstable family. You just had to act like a true loving couple. Easy peasy. (Or so you thought.)

Present day

Seated across of you is his relatives.

"Haitham, it's been almost two years that you guys are married, have you never thought about you know... having kids?" His aunt asked.

It was awkward as you just munch on your food silently. You've only seen his relatives for a few times, and there's very little exchange of conversation from you.

"Y/n is still young. There's no rush in having kids." He replied. Encircling his arms around your waist.

"Pfft. You know Y/N, young women these days are too afraid of having kids. Are you?"

"I've never really thought of it yet. Perhaps I'm just too focused on studying." You avoided her accusation, it was already a pressure to think of a new answer every time your husband's side of the family ask both of you about this. You don't want to stir up any possible arguments.

"Oh? I'm sure Haitham is financially stable enough to provide for a family. Don't you think?"

You just smiled, not wanting to further the conversation. Pretending to agree. You finished your food before excusing yourself outside of the venue.

Walking towards the cobblestone path that catches your attention, you immediately sit on a swing that were adorned with flowery ropes. You simply want to take a breather, admiring the flower field.

You gazed at the sky, the sun setting as the moon starts being more visible. The sky is painted with a mix of orange and dark blue. The peaceful ambience around the garden drifted your thoughts.

To say that you were happy ever since your marriage is a lie. It is just a mask for everyone outside of your relationship. Pretending like a couple that everyone wants to be. When it's all just a relationship purely built out of convenience. Though it's no use regretting it now, you never think twice about his offer anyway.

"Y/n. I've been searching for you." Your husband interrupted your thoughts, as you halted the swaying swing with your feet as you stood up from the seat. He approached you. "Let's go. It's already time for us to come home." He offered his hand to navigate you out of the garden.

As both of you were walking to the parking lot, he broke the silence. "I told you to stay by my side. My family would've thought we were fighting." He stated, stopping in his tracks. You just muttered an apology, not in the mood to reason with him.

Unnoticed by you, his aunt was observing you both from distance. Haitham however, noticed this. Hence why he suddenly lift your chin up, going in for a kiss. As you wrap your hands around his neck.

It isn't genuine. But it is genuine enough in the eyes of them, enough to keep them thinking that your marriage is real.

He takes your hands in his, leaving a peck on one of them.

Seeing that his aunt is convinced enough and finally entered her car, so do you both.

You were lying on your bed, the scenario earlier playing in your head.

For the past few weeks, hell not even week but it has been a year. Alhaitham never really tries to form a conversation with you, despite living under the same roof.

You're not really complaining, but you have been feeling lonely.

After you both are married, Alhaitham had stated a few rules after both of you moved in to your shared apartment.

You both sleep separately. He even told you to not disturb him in the morning, especially waking him up. You are not expected to cook for him, take care of him, or anything that a married couple would do.

To be specific, you both just live as housemates. Nothing more than that.

He would sometimes initiate conversation with you, but it's mostly for important things like your student fee, grocery needs and such. You are also barely talking to him first either.

It sometimes did make you feel sad. Pathetic even. You didn't even know how could you last that long living with someone, as if living with a wall. Though it did make you feel inferior to some of your friends or family with a healthy relationship. You were craving for it too. But as time goes by, you became used to it.

At least he still respected your boundaries. It's the least thing he could do.

Somehow, you didn't even know how did you end up suddenly thinking of a divorce. The pen and papers are already within your hands, racking your brain on trying to think of words, reasons. Rational reasons. Logical reasons.

Maybe you should just say it in his face? But what if he rejected it instead. What if you stuttered. You don't want to make a fool out of yourself.

Stretching your arms, you started writing whatever it is that comes in your head. It might even be a vent essay at this point. But as long as it's convincing, then it's fine.

After about an hour, you finally finished. Folding the paper neatly, you are already thinking of ways on how to deliver it to him.

You were too nervous to hand it to him yourself, which is why you settle on placing it on the coffee table in your living room. Hoping that he will notice it when he comes home late at night.

The sun shines through the curtains by the window, waking you up from your slumber. You opted to continue your sleep, until a vibrating sound can be heard by your bedside table. You sighed. Last night's thought keeping you up, that is until you past out at approximately 2AM.

You turned off the alarm, immediately getting up to wash up and get ready for school. After making your bed, you checked yourself in the mirror for the last time before going out of your room, holding your backpack to put it near the door of the apartment. Heading to the kitchen, you make your usual breakfast and a tea as you put them on the table, sitting down and start eating your food.

You suddenly feel an unsettling aura, it's as if someone is staring daggers behind you. You finished eating as you wash the dishes, putting them back on the usual place. True to your words, your husband has been waiting to talk to you.

You were about to head out for school until he called you. "You want a divorce..?" He bluntly asked, still sitting on the couch with a book in his right hand. You were about to reply however he suddenly added. "Forget it. Let's talk about it after you came back." He resumes reading his book again, as if he didn't just ask a serious question. You don't need to ask him for you to know that he had a day off. With that, you simply nod your head and walk out of the house.

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Daydreams and Nightmares (ENG ver)

Call of Duty WWII Robert Zussman x Clifford Wildblood (My OC), 2741 words Summary : Robert Zussman was struggling, caught in the chokehold of PTSD and reeling from his breakup with Suzie. He could probably use a helping hand.

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Chicago, United States, February 1947

"Fucking winter..."

Robert Zussman adjusted his vision, felt like his headache got worse from the hangover. He couldn't remember he walked home from the Irish pub, but at least he got to his apartment safe.

Thank God it's weekend so he didn't have to work.

Still lying on his bed, he glanced to his side, to the empty side where Suzie used to sleep beside him.

Zussman was in rough shape after his breakup with Suzie. He didn’t talk much about it—never really did—but a big part of it was tied to how much the war had changed him, both physically and mentally.

Physically, he’d come home as little more than skin and bones, scarred and bruised in ways that would never fully heal. Mentally, his mind was haunted with PTSD. He constantly fights the daydreams of being on the battlefields and the nightmares he endured at the hands of the Germans.

Perhaps it was Zussman who hated himself for showing weakness—he had never been the one. Perhaps it was Suzie who couldn't bear with how much Zussman had changed, how different he was from the man who had captivated her with his grin and stories.

In the end, Suzie left the door, never looking back...

... And she left a gaping hole in Zussman's life, making him stranded then adrift, floating in an ocean of darkness.

The man lost without his anchor.

Zussman tried to replace the gaping hole Suzie left with other girls, but none of them stayed long. They left as soon as he started to scream or raise his voice.

He pulled the blanket, wrapping it tighter around his body. He was so done for being weak, and he was tired of being disappointed. He just wanted to close his eyes.

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Meanwhile, a few miles away in Bloomington.

Clifford Wildblood stepped out onto the porch of his family home. Morning air blew his face as he walked toward the red mailbox near his family fences. Retrieving the contents, he carried the small stack of letters and a folded newspaper back inside.

This had become part of his morning routine since returning from the war. Each morning, after jog around the neighborhood, he’d check the mail, sift through bills, local circulars, and the occasional postcard. Sitting at the kitchen table with a steaming cup of coffee, he carefully shuffled through the pile.

"Nothing..." He whispered himself, sounded disappointed.

It had been months since he’d received a letter from Zussman.

The two had kept up a steady correspondence after returning from the war, exchanging letters at least twice a month. They wrote about everything—little updates on their lives, stupid jokes, even stories about the old squad. Zussman had always been the great storyteller; he just loved to talk about his squads, especially because they're also still actively exchanging postcards and letters.

Wildblood had come to cherish his letter. He never felt so close to him.

But then suddenly, without warning, the letters stopped.

His mind wandered to the last one he’d received months ago. Zussman had mentioned that he was no longer with Suzie. The words were casual, as though he were shrugging it off, but Wildblood could read between the lines. He knew Zussman had been with her for a year and a half now.

It must be devastating.

The letter was closed with Zussman insisting that Wildblood shouldn’t worry, that he’d bounce back in no time.

“Don’t waste your time and energy on me, Brick,” he’d written. “I’m a catch. I’ll have another girl in no time. Meanwhile, how about you?”

The confidence felt hollow, though. Wildblood could sense it even through the ink.

And lately, Wildblood never felt so restless and uneasy.

"Maybe I'm overthinking it." Wildblood muttered.

Wildblood sighed, setting the letters aside and unfolding the newspaper. He tried to read a few articles before the words blurred as his thoughts circled back to Zussman. The unease crawled in his mind.

If only that jerk had a telephone line in his room. Wildblood cursed in his mind.

Without a second thought, Wildblood pushed back his chair and stood. If Zussman wouldn’t send a letter, maybe it was time to pay him a visit. Wildblood thought his parents wouldn't mind for him to take a small trip for one or two weeks.

After talking to his parents, Wildblood packed his bags and took a bus to Chicago. On the trip, he remembered their brief time together in the medical tent back in France, where he’d seen how Zussman struggled with panic attacks, how he tensed up unexpectedly, and how deeply he hated being alone. Wildblood understood his friend’s pain and knew he wouldn’t want to face it alone.

If there was something Wildblood could do as a friend who had faced the same hell, he would gladly offer his help.

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Zussman wasn’t expecting a knock at his door one quiet afternoon—not from someone from his past.

When he opened it, there stood Clifford Wildblood, solid and calm as ever. He wore a baseball hat, a beige scarf, and a few layers on his clothes. For a moment, Zussman could only stare, disbelief flickering across his face. It wasn’t every day that someone from First Platoon showed up unannounced.

“Brick?” Zussman said, blinking as if he didn't believe. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I was worried,” Wildblood replied bluntly, his tone as steady as the man himself. "You all right?"

Zussman let out a surprised laugh, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.

“Oh my God, buddy! You’re crazy!” He stepped forward and pulled Wildblood into a hug, his grip firm and warm. “Can’t say I’m not glad to see a familiar face.”

He stepped back and motioned for Wildblood to come inside.

“It’s good to see you, but at least tell me if you’re gonna drop by! Bloomington’s a hell of a long way from here!” Zussman talked as he closed the door.

"Not really, it's just a couple hours." Wildblood replied, his eyes glancing around Zussman's room. "I don't know... Maybe if someone didn't stop writing, I will tell him."

Zussman frozen for a moment, his grin faltering.

“I... Yeah… Sorry about that," he muttered, struggling to find words, and kept glancing at his room.

"It's ok, life happens." Wildblood nodded, tried to cheer him up. "I don't mind."

"Sorry." Zussman murmured again, his fingers rubbing at his temple, glancing at his room. “Don’t mind the mess.”

"Still tidier than our camp in Hurtgen," Wildblood grins.

Zussman groaned, his smile return. "God, don't remind me."

Wildblood’s gaze lingered on Zussman for a moment. His green eyes were still sparkling as ever, but he noticed the dark circles under those eyes. The man’s smile was there, but his body betrayed him—hands fidgeting, shoulders tense.

Zussman he knew had always been good at masking his emotions. A man with a poker face, if Wildblood knew one.

But this time, it felt like he wasn’t just hiding his feelings; he was barricading himself in.

Breaking the tension, Wildblood raised the pizza box in his hand like a peace offering. “Brought dinner.”

“Great. I, uh…” Zussman hesitated, his smile nervous but genuine. “I’ll grab us something to drink.”

Thus, they both sat down and caught up on some stories. Wildblood didn’t stay long that day, but he told Zussman that he rented a small apartment just a few blocks from Zussman’s. He was there for a family visit for a few weeks; of course it wasn't entirely a lie. It was a modest place with a personal telephone line in the room, unassuming but close enough that Zussman couldn’t help but notice.

At first, Zussman treated it all lightly, joking about Wildblood playing guardian angel. But deep down, he felt a strange sense of comfort he hadn’t expected. It wasn’t something he’d admit, not even to himself, but the familiar presence eased something restless inside him.

They started hanging out more. It was all casual—meeting for a beer at the local pub, walking around the city, or catching a game on the radio. Wildblood had a way of being there without being overbearing, of offering quiet support without prying. He was just a good listener, always down to do something, and a dependable friend to have around.

And over time, Zussman greatly appreciated it, though he kept his gratitude buried under layers of jokes and banter.

Still, Zussman drew a line, even if only in his mind. Friendship was all he could give. Anything beyond that felt too dangerous, too complicated.

He wasn’t blind—he knew how deeply Wildblood cared for him and the reason why. Wildblood loved him in a way that went beyond friendship. It was there in the way by the way Wildblood looked at him, and he didn't need Wildblood's word on that.

Zussman knew it had always been there, even in the darkest days back in Germany, when they had leaned on each other in ways that had felt more than friendly.

But those days were behind them now, and Zussman couldn’t bring himself to entertain the thought of something more.

Not again. Life had already shown him enough pain, enough loss, to last a lifetime.

Friendship, he told himself firmly. That’s all it can be.

And then there were the practicalities—the cold, hard truths of the world they lived in. A world that didn’t look kindly on men who are different—even he couldn’t quite bring himself to say the word aloud.

How could that kind of thought pass his mind?

For the love of God, life was hard enough as it was. He muttered in his mind.

The thought of adding discrimination or criminal charges to the pile of struggles was enough to make him shudder.

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Time passed.

Then, one night, the memories Zussman buried came flooding back, suffocating him. He woke up screaming, feeling swallowed by darkness despite all the lights in his room that he’d left on.

The memories were vivid—too vivid. The sound of distant gunfire, the sharp crack of orders barked in German, the stench of blood and sweat. It was all there, as if he were back in that hellish place.

He gasped for air, his lungs refusing to cooperate. The darkness wrapped around him, and for a moment, it felt like he was drowning.

But then, slowly, painfully, he swam his way back to the surface, his breaths shallow and ragged.

It took every ounce of strength he had to drag himself out of bed. His legs felt heavy as he stumbled down the hall to the payphone in his apartment building.

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The phone rang at an unusual hour...

Wildblood answered to hear Zussman’s unsteady voice on the other end. Without hesitation, Wildblood came over.

The knock at Zussman’s door came sooner than he expected. When he opened it, Wildblood stood there. He didn’t ask questions, didn’t demand explanations.

"They came back, huh..." Wildblood talked, almost to himself. Almost if he already knew the problem.

Wildblood sat down beside him on the worn couch, close but not too close, letting his presence speak louder than words. He didn’t try to fix anything, didn’t offer empty reassurances. He just stayed, grounding beside Zussman.

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The minutes stretched into hours. Wildblood stayed through the night, his steady breathing became a quiet anchor in the silence. Zussman followed its rhythm and tried to control his own breathing.

Deep in his heart, Zussman cursed his own weakness. He always want to look tough, strong. Yet the toughness wall inside him crumbled, leaving this hollow and desperate soul trapped in his vessel. He barely could hold the water that almost fell from his eyes.

And it wasn't a good sight. He hated it. This wasn't a side he wanted to show.

So as soon as Zussman felt his heart steady, he mustered some strength to raise.

"I think it's gone now." Zussman whispered, forcing himself to smile.

"Are you sure?" Wildblood didn't believe him.

"I'm fine." Zussman's voice started to sound normal. "Sorry, I maybe overreacted. I just bothered you."

"It's kinda too late for that." Wildblood tried to sound grumpy, but he just tried to make a joke. "For God sakes, you can always ask me for help and don't ever mention it."

"Don't get used to this." Zussman smiled, his voice low and hoarse. "Won't happen again."

"You better." Wildblood raised and stood. "Won't you just continue the meds? It really helps me, you can..."

"Brick, It's all right, really." Zussman cut his sentences. "I'm fine, you can leave."

Wildblood looked like he was thinking of something, but then just muttered, "All right then..."

Both of them then walked towards the door.

Before reaching the door, Wildblood offered a small, reassuring smile. “I’ll come by later today, check on you.”

As the man walked away. Zussman realized that deep down he didn't want Wildblood to leave him. He was the one who was there on his lowest. They already saw each other's breaking point.

Zussman was there to hug the stoic Wildblood when he was screaming in desperation, while Wildblood was there to hold the tough guy Zussman's hand when he was shivering from the thought of die alone.

Why would he feel embarrassed for being vulnerable?

What else do I need to hide from him? Zussman words ringing inside him like a bell.

“Brick…” The words came out hesitant, almost a whisper. "Brick, you don’t have to go."

Zussman's hands reached Wildblood's, stopping him. Wildblood paused, staring Zussman for a moment. Something unspoken passed between them in the quiet room.

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Play this song if you want to, for a mood booster

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So, it's probably nothing But it's been on my mind sometime and I can't let it go I know there's gotta be something That I could say in time, but I can't find the words Keep me, keep me on fire Keep me, keep me on fire Novo Amor - Keep Me

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In that quiet moment, something shifted. Wildblood had always known his feelings for Zussman ran deeper than friendship, but he’d kept them buried, convinced they were one-sided. Being his brother in arms already enough for him.

But now, sitting there in the night until the soft light of dawn crept through the window, hope flickered in his chest.

Maybe, just maybe, he could be more than a friend or brother to Zussman. Perhaps he could be the one to fill the emptiness, to offer warmth and understanding where the world had given cold indifference.

Maybe he could be Zussman’s “rebound girl,” someone to fill the gaping hole and offer him the warmth and understanding he needed.

Maybe he could be the one to hold him through the hard nights, to be there until Zussman found the peace he was searching for.

Or someone new.

Even if Zussman would one day move on, Wildblood was willing to be there until that day came.

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Zermatt, Switzerland, July 1952

"What're you thinking?" Zussman's low voice disrupted his mind.

Startled, Wildblood blinked and turned to face the man beside him. The warm sunlight played across Zussman’s face, highlighting the lines etched by time and hardship.

“Nothing…” Wildblood replied, a smile tugging at his lips.

Zussman’s mouth twitched into a smirk. “You're a terrible liar.”

Wildblood chuckled, "Just... good memories.”

He glanced at the breathtaking view before them—the towering peaks of the Mountain Alps, as the sun shimmered between the clouds.

But it wasn’t the mountains that held his attention, not really.

Who would’ve thought?

It was 1952, and here he was in Switzerland, standing beside the man who held his heart for years: Robert Zussman.

Who would’ve thought that what had started as a desperate bid to help a broken friend would lead to this?

Zussman’s “rebound girl,” as Wildblood had jokingly called himself, had become something far more. The relationship they're hold onto now was the longest they've ever had.

What began as support and comfort in the aftermath of war had grown into something undeniable, something neither of them could let go of.

Wildblood glanced at Zussman again.

The man beside him now had found pieces of himself again, pieces Wildblood had feared might be lost forever. It took a lot of restless days and nights, but now the storm had passed.

Zussman never had a panic attack anymore.

The nightmares had still come by from time to time, but it hadn't bothered him too much. They were there to embrace each other.

Their relationship wasn’t perfect—far from it. They had fought through waves of doubt and fear, wrestling with questions neither of them had answers to. They had learned to navigate a world that still didn’t understand or accept what they shared.

But through it all, they knew they'll survive together.

Wildblood’s feelings for Zussman had always burned steady and true, like embers glowing quietly in the dark. Over time, though, Zussman’s own feelings had caught up, growing in strength until they burned brighter than either of them could have imagined.

It wasn’t just love. It was trust, companionship, and the quiet certainty that with this person, you didn’t have to hide.

Wildblood had fallen first, but it was Zussman who fell harder.

“So.” Zussman broke the silence again, his smirk now a full grin. “Who’s ready for the Alps?”

[halosdiary]

Mother Spider | Suguru x Mama!Reader ANGST | 呪術廻戦

Word Count: 600+

CONTAINS: ANGST/HURT, DEPRESSION, Implications of One Night stands, disassociation, and just everyone having a bad time.

Served with divorce papers, my world was spiraling. I was being accused of something I'd never commit to. My former husband shouting at me, my children demanding I say something. I couldn't there were no words I could say. The look of hurt and betrayal from my kids, the angered look in my husband's eyes, the disgusting smirk from my mother in law.

"What's happening, Suguru..?" I asked my husband.

"I don't know. Is there something you don't been holding out on me." He asked her.

"Suguru, you shouldn't waste time with this lying whore." Says the elder woman.

I tried to explain that there was no affair, there WAS no other man. I felt my cheek sting from the tight slap from the elder woman, I got up to try and strike back, but he blocked the way. I just looked at my children, explaining that I had no idea what was going on or why such slander was being told to them.

"I'm so confused..."  says the eldest boy.

"I didn't think mom would do that...they have a happy marriage.." The eldest daughter chimed in.

"Mom. How could you?" The youngest daughter looks at her mother with sadness.

"See children? Not only is she a terrible wife, but a horrible mother to break this home." their grandmother spat venomous words into their minds.

The children were so confused, but they chose to stay with their father for the time. My heart shattered as they looked away. I tried to reach ofr him, everything happened so fast, I was being yanked out of my own home. As some clothes were being thrown at me and the sound of the door slamming. All I could do was cry.

Days turned to months, I was in court getting my divorce finalized. This was surreal, my marriage was ending over a lie. And all my ex mother-in-law could do was smirk at me. She comforted my children who seem to speak very ill of me. As the court hearing was over, I tried to come to my children to try and explain my side. I was met with awful words, slut, whore, homewrecker.

I felt my heart shatter as I just looked at my now ex husband, who was just as worse. I just back away and turned away from it all. Months turned to years, my former children blocked and cut contact from me. They were high school graduates, with a new life, new smiles and...a new mother in their life.

After a while, the pain was so unbearable, the feeling of your own family just gone like that. I had to get use to this new feeling, I'd been mourning the loss of my family for so long. I lied alone in my California King bed, sleeping endless nights away.

I got into a routine, as I looked on the other side of the bed. A different body just changing every night, becoming the very that my former children and ex husband have already called me. It didn't mean a thing, since I'm already numb to the feeling. I just looked at the sleeping man change his shape and form everytime, that is till one night he stopped changing.

That was weird, why did he stop changing? I gently take the covers off of him, his beauty was something else, he was slumbering soundly. His white hair shining with the sun, his lashes just looking still till he slowly started to flutter them awake.

"Hey, that was some night." He says to me softly. "See you again?"

END OF PART 1

[eightsisterofmatariki]

Shazam!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

!! TW: child abuse !!

Billys P.O.V

I walked home and sighed in relief that the guy who owned the house was asleep, he was supposed to be my new dad and he was failing, hell even ignoring the abuse I didn't even know his name! I sat in my 'bedroom' and sighed. I wanted to run away, forget this place, welcome the streets.

And it's not like the guy upstairs would even notice until he missed a child support payment, but once CPS was alerted I was screwed. I doubt I could run form CPS for long as Billy and Captain Marvel would have no means of making money, at least as Billy I could beg which got me the food I needed. And here, when I was lucky, I could sneak a microwaveable meal, they weren't that bad raw, really.

Okay, that sounded pathetic even in my head. But another -more solid- reason was that the basement didn't freeze, even in winters, even if I was stuck awake I wasn't going to die from the cold, and most of the year it stayed warm enough that the abuse wounds healed by the time I went on patrol. Even ignoring what abuse wounds would do to my public image, I don't think I could deal with two sets of injuries. I was sure heartless muggers could and would replace a nameless drunk.

I sat down in my bed and my stomach rumbled, I ignored it, it was stupid that I was hungry. I could survive of meals from begging, the watchtower, and if desperate the cupboard. I snuggled into my jumper, pretending that there was someone in it, someone who cared enough to lie still of me; and if I cried myself to sleep that night, well that was none of your business.

I woke up with a sigh and as I sat up Phantom appeared "Why are you here?" I asked, Phantom held out a meal, a warm meal which varied from ration bars

"You can't check if it's poisoned." Phantom offered gentely, I took the food and ate it happily without checking. I was sure Phantom could've killed me by now, poison would be a waste. "I promise I'm here to help." Phantom said

"Why?" I asked suspiciously, something broke in Phantoms eyes

"Superheros- esspecially minors, often value their jobs above their own well being; and while I can't say that's bad even more hours for begging could change your life from what I've seen. I've never been in a situation like this but I know that presure and limited time can have effects, I just want to help." Phantom exlained, I hesiatated and Phantom opened up his... soul? Emotions? Mind? What ever it was it radiated safetruthcareprotect worriedconcernrelate helpnurtureteach protectsafe childghostlingbaby

"Okay," reliefhappydetermine "But nothing too big, I don't want to owe you or anything."

"Don't worry, I'm not a rope into deals kinda guy." Phantom said "I'll get you some food and heal what inguries I can." Phantom explained,

"If you're not lying... thanks." I said.

That afternoon I walked downstairs and found another meal, I ate it slowly and savoured the taste of actual warm food, I slept with a full stomach for the first time in a while that night. Next morning I woke up to the smell of another meal and relaxed when I realised it wasn't a dream!

-

A few weeks later when I walked downstairs Phantom was sitting there, "Uhh, hi." I said, he handed me a plate of food and I started eating,

"I looked you up, you have wisdom of soloumon-" I winced at how bad his pronunciation was "-or something. Does it apply to homework? For example can you know which one is the right answer on a multichoice math quiz?" Phantom asked while glaring at a book, I laughed

"I don't think so, I'm not going to be much help with math considering I dropped out before primary even ended." I mentioned, Phantom gave a long suffering sigh

"You know how to spell right? All my friends are busy and Clockwork's dealing with all the knots your speedsters keep making in time and Frighty and Pandora keep saying my grammars incorrect and suggesting words like 'twas' and 'shall' and stuff that belongs in a medieval movie!" Phantom complained, I made a mental note to look into Clockwork and tell Flash that he was pissing off someone powerful enough to have at least some control over time and know the ghost king.

"I can spell, just not really big words." I confirmed, Phantom gestured for me to sit next to him

"Great, you're helping me with my english homework." Phantom informed me

"You have to do english homework?" I asked in shock

"Yeah, I kind of want to strangle the guy who said that death is like sleep right now. Mr Lancer is relentless, oh and he doesn't know I'm dead yet." Phantom mentioned, I choked on the mouthful I was trying to swallow

"What?" I asked, Phantom gave me a small smirk

"What summoning book about me did you read? I'm a halfa, half human, half ghost," rings of light wrapped around him and showed me a very human looking teenager, almost 20, black hair that no longer defied gravity, teeth that have sharp canines but to a convincibly human level, freckles that were the same shapes as constellations but didn't glow, blue eyes that flashed green when the lights hit them just right, pink blush instead of green, a tan skin tone instead of a deathly pale, white and red socks, and a normal jumper and jeans with silver stars embroidered onto them. "I still live as Danny Fenton, not in this realm of course." Phantom said

"Wait, Danny Fenton, Danny Phantom... seriously?" I asked

"No ones put it together yet, I mean at the very start I looked pretty much like I do as a human only I glowed, and had green eyes, and white hair, and just happened to be wearing a hazmat suit. But I grew up within... two days I'd say, got a few more ghostly aspects, ghost instincts replacing or clashing with some human ones, and control over my powers. Then at two years of death I went through ghost puberty, Vlad is lucky, he just sped through it all in a hospital bed, I had to grow a mouth full of sharp teeth and deal with my nails turning into claws before I could control that stuff! Oh and get different forms and became way stronger but like, the teeth were really annoying and I accidentally sliced a door handle off when walking into class." Phantom ranted, I giggled

"That's gotta be hard to keep your secret identity." I said

"You'd be surprised what people are willing to overlook if you play it right." Phantom said, he waved his hand and a small portal appeared "Can you keep a secret?" Phantom asked

"Have you seen my secret identity?" I retorted, the portal cleared into an image of a guy with glasses opening a door and accidentally shattering the handle, another scene where the same guy pulled a different door off it's hinges, and accidentally lifted a weight which was definitely heavyer than most weightlifters could. "Is that... Superman?" I asked and I moved closer and sat down to watch

"Also known as Clark Kent, I'm the Ancient -which are... ghost gods? Kinda- of Space, Protection, and Heros. I have all of their moments." Phantom said happily, he pulled up a portal of some guy with spiderwebs in red and blue spandex swinging straight into a building, then a lamppost, then stopping while being chased by a giant man in a rhino suit to pet a cat. Then another portal of (IS THAT BATMAN!?) setting a pan on fire while trying to cook something, then deciding he could totally do that obstacle corse in high heels, then piercing his ear with a medical needle. I laughed as the scene changed and Flash ran into several walls, then managed to be late for work 3 times.

As I moved my hand up to cover my mouth it moved Phantoms bag and a few school books fell out, he sighed and closed the portal "Okay, okay, we're writing a novel on Frankenstein, how do we start this?" Phantom asked while clicking a pen

"Uhh, introduction, three paragraphs, conclusion. It should be TEXT, Topic sentence, Example, eXplanation, and then Tie back, you can swap the e's." I explained,

"Okay, uh, what about..."

-

The next morning I woke up leaning on Phantoms shoulder and curled into his hoodie, I sat up slightly and Phantom woke up

"Morning." Phantom said as he got up and stretched, turning back into the king he opened a portal "I'll get breakfast, take aways or cereal? The cereal might be slightly contaminated but it never really died so it won't come back to life."

"Your food comes back to life?" I asked

"That's not normal? I'll uh, get you a pastry and a smoothie." Phantom said, "I thought everyone's hotdogs unionised?" I heard him mutter as he stepped through the portal

[claire-elvisgirl]

A NEW BEGINNING - part 2

Here we are...as I promised, here's part 2. Hope you like it, let me know what you think (about part 1 too)

Summary: You and Elvis are married. You lost interest in having sex after a tragedy. And another tragedy is going to make you change idea, bringing you back to life.

Warnings: 18+, sadness, anger, sex

Word cunt: 1740

***

You’ve been sitting for hours on a cold chair, in a big empty hospital room, waiting. Waiting for someone coming to tell you that he was safe and alive. That everything was just a bad dream. You held your face in your hands and cried. In a room, not very far from you, Elvis was lying on a bed, surrounded by doctors and paramedics. He was slowly drifting in and out of consciousness, hooked up to various machines and devices, which tried to keep him alive. A doctor came in, holding a clipboard and looked seriously at him. "Elvis, how are you feeling?" he asked. He looked at the doctor: "I'm a bit tired, doc. But I think I'm okay." he replied, trying to keep his voice as strong as possible. He smiled up at the doctor, trying to stay optimistic. The doctor looked at Elvis with concern in his eyes. "Elvis...you were shot, remember?" he said, his voice sounding like he was trying to find the right words.

"We had to do surgery to remove the bullet and we’re doing our best to help you. You need to stay calm and listen to the nurses and me, okay?" The doctor said as he put his hand on Elvis' shoulder. He looked at the doctor and tried to remain calm. "Okay...I'm just scared, you know?” he said, trying to maintain his composure. The doctor nodded at Elvis, trying to keep him calm. "I promise, I'm doing everything I can to help you.”

In that moment the nurses let you inside his room and Elvis' eyes lit up when he saw you. “Y/n...you’re here!” he hugged you tight in tears. “I’m sorry, I should have listened to all of you…I’m sorry!” he cried, holding and kissing your hand.

"Y/n, I...just want you to know how much you mean to me... and if I should…di.." you put your finger on his lips. "Elvis, don't talk like that, you’re gonna be okay. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. I talked to the doctor, he told me you're gonna be alright and when you'll come home...I'm gonna give you a baby! I promise! And this time everything will turn out right!”. Elvis smiled through his tears and looked at you.

"You promise? Really? I mean...after everything, you still wanna have my baby?"

Elvis asked, then he turned his head away. “No…I can't make you do this! You still have a shot at having a normal life! You're young! You're beautiful! This baby is gonna change your whole life, and I don't want you to waste your youth on me and my stupid dreams."

You got closer, looking up at him with tears in your eyes. "Elvis...I'm here, okay? I'm here for you, honey."

You said softly, trying your best to make him feel better. "Just try to focus on healing. Calm down. The doctors are doing their best.”

The doctor looked at you, and then at Elvis, and then gave a slight nod: “We just need to keep monitoring him and giving him the best care possible, but I’m sure everything’s gonna be alright!"

You looked relieved, your eyes filled with tears of joy. You looked over at Elvis and smiled, trying to be strong for him. "Elvis...I'm so glad you're gonna be alright. I was so afraid, honey. We were about to lose you there!" you said, putting a hand on his forehead.

In that moment Sonny came into the room and he turned on the TV. "Boss...I think you should see this!!  Everybody's talking about you getting shot during that show, look!”

Everybody looked up at the TV, and a news report was playing. The voice of the reporter was full of grief: "This is breaking news. Earlier this evening, we were informed that Elvis Presley was shot in the middle of a concert. The famous singer is currently at the hospital, with reports of his condition being labeled as serious." The news report continued, with additional information and interviews from people who were present at the show. Elvis got angry and tried to get up. "Turn that damn TV off, or I'll swear to God I'm gonna shoot it down by myself!!!! Those dirty sons of a bitch!!!!!"

The TV gets turned off and Elvis threw the remote on the wall. You looked at him, shocked and scared. You grabbed his arm, trying to keep him from getting off the hospital bed. "Elvis! What are you doing? You're not gonna do anything on your own. You're gonna stay here and keep resting. You need to stay calm." you said, trying to sound strong and reassuring. But Elvis is losing it.

"I swear to God I'm gonna kill whoever did this to me!" he said, sounding furious. You looked at him, a bit scared, and stepped back. Then the doctor took out a syringe and said: "I think I’m gonna give him something to help him relax and rest." The Doctor injected the syringe into Elvis' arm, and soon after, he started to doze off. Claire and Sonny looked at him, concerned, as the Doctor checked Elvis' heart rate: “He's sleeping now. I’ll come back later to check on him."

You kept stroking Elvis' hair, with a look of concern on your face. Elvis remained asleep as you held his hand: "Elvis...don't leave me. Please." You whispered kissing his forehead.

Two days later…

Elvis started to slowly wake up. He still felt weak, but he was able to open his eyes and sit. "Y/n…?!" he said in a soft and weak voice. You immediately looked at him, and then at the Doctor. You moved closer to Elvis, and talked to him. "Elvis! You had me scared to death, honey! Are you okay? Can you talk?" you asked with a worried look on your face.

"I...I think I can." he said, sounding weak and tired but also relieved. Suddenly, he pulled you close, kissing you deeply as he whispered in your ear: “Let’s make this baby hun! It'll be the most beautiful little being this world has ever seen!”

Stroking your hair gently, he smiles warmly, kissing you softly on the lips.

*

After a week he was again at home with you. He was happy, but still shocked about the nearly-death experience he had. He got up from the bed and found you in the kitchen. He came slowly behind you and hugged you, kissing your neck sweetly. “Good morning baby!”

You turned to him and smiled: “Hi…how you feel today?”

He looked at you with the sweetest smile and said: “I think I’m in the right mood to become a daddy!”

Those words sent you on fire. You looked at him and kissed him with passion. He pulled you up in his arms and walked away to the bedroom. “Hun, what do ya say? Are ya ready?” he asked you as he gently sat you on the bed. You looked up and nodded: “When I was in that hospital I thought I had lost you forever…I can’t risk to lose every chance I have to be happy with you. That was too close. I’m just happy they caught that bastard!”

He put a finger on your lips hushing you: “Let’s forget about it, hun…we’re here now and nothing can separate us!”

You lied down on the bed, inviting him over you. He gently undressed you, taking his time to admire every inch of your body. As he settled between your thighs, he kisses your stomach softly, whispering sweet things before slowly moving down. “You're gorgeous, you know that? I'm gonna love making love to you tonight. Now why don’t ya lie down and spread those pretty legs of yours wide open for me?!”

His lips met yours again, exploring every corner of your mouth passionately. His hands roamed over your curves, teasing and tantalizing until finally he found himself buried deep within you. “Mmmh...that feels amazing. I missed it so much…” he said tracing your body with his hands.  You blushed a little and looked at him as you grabbed his hand and put it right between your legs: “See how wet you made me?”

Hearing those words made him push into you with a groan, as he slowly stretched your pussy wide open as he began thrusting into you rhythmically.

“You're so tight, darling. So very tight. And you feel amazing.” He moaned deeply as he fucked you harder, pushing deep inside of you with every stroke. A low growl escaped him as he sped up again, slamming into you harder and faster.

“That sounds perfect, sweetheart. Cum for me, let it go!” He wrapped his arms tightly around you, holding onto you as he pounded away relentlessly. I'm going to fill you full, darling!”

He smiled contentedly as he felt your tightness around his cock and he slowed down his pace, slamming into you with just enough force to drive you wild with pleasure.

You felt that old sensation you almost forgot you could feel. “Ohhhh...yes...” you moaned as he pumped faster and harder, with his cock pulsing inside you. “I'm so glad you're enjoying it, darling!” he said. The sound of flesh slapping together filled the room.

“Oh God! This is incredible! Darling...you are mine…forever!” He pulled back just enough to see your face contort from pleasure. He smiled sweetly: “Just look at you. Your cheeks flushed red…your lips parted…my little angel!” he said kissing you with passion and love. “Are you ready honey? Let’s make this baby!”

Shuddering and moaning loudly, as the pleasure overwhelmed him, he felt the warmth of your hot cream seeping out of you, coating his cock and filling you up tightly. “That's it, darling. Let it out. Let me feel you!” He slammed into you one last time, pulsing deep inside you as he filled you up with his hot cum. “I love you!”

He hugged her tightly, tears streaming down his face. “Yes!! We will have our own little prince or princess growing inside you right now!” he smiled softly, kissing your forehead gently.

*

2 weeks later…

He held you tight as you posed the stick on the sink. “Alright, sweetheart. Just be patient…we have to wait now!”. You both closed your eyes, holding onto each other. After a while you open your eyes and checked the stick. He looked at you in silence. “It's positive!”

[zinkadear]

I absolutely hate living with my family and need so desperately to have my own place or else my mental health is never going to improve. But it's also because of my extreme anxiety and depression that I can't find a job I can stay at for more than a few weeks without getting panic attacks and having to quit.

Even at my longest job, which lasted a year and a half, I didn't get paid enough to rent a studio apartment, much less buy a house. And now after applying to so many jobs the last few months, I'm not hearing back from anyone. No one wants to hire a 27-year-old who's never gone to college and worked less than two years their whole life.

I don't enjoy being miserable in this terrible place I live, and would have moved out years ago if I could have. I've wasted so much time in this small, crowded, disgusting "home", having to be a second parent to my brothers who cause me a ton of stress, having my mom get upset with me for lying in bed all day, and not even being able to keep my cats indoors. Most people aren't staying with their parents because they want to. I fantasize about being independent all the time. If I could even just get a small apartment, it would change my life.

I would love to do freelance work from home, being one of those people who make thousands a month in passive income, who don't have a schedule and can travel whenever they want, with a big house in a nice city. But I'm too stupid to figure out how to be successful at even the things I have fun doing. I've tried so much, researching ways I could make a living from home with art and other things. Why is it so easy for all these other people several years younger than me?

It seems I'll never have a happy life. These rich idiots have no idea what it's like not having a normal brain, and being someone who can't properly function in society. It's not my choice to be a failure.

[todays-just-a-daydream]

oasis ticket day is off to a great start. tried to join the waiting room at 11:30 and ticketmaster blocked me for suspected bot activity. for real? i haven't even started yet. and hi not a bot actual fan of 25 years here with all the albums and 100+ oasis songs running through my head like a jukebox at all times. i'm as far from a bot as you can get.

for anyone else who gets stuck on this, the quickest answer is to change IP addresses. since it happened on my home IP, my best option was to switch to mobile data on my phone. i knew this and yet still wasted time googling cause i forgot. which is how i joined the queue at "53292 people ahead of you". for the labor day date at metlife mind you, not even trying the sunday one after how many were on presales yesterday. saving the screenshot for prosperity sake cause it’s true FML:

so now i get to watch on my phone as the number ticks down 52000 51000 50000 49000 48000 47000 46000 45000 knowing actual bots from scalpers are scooping up all the tickets in my price range to hoard. so by the time i get there it's all inflated "premium" and "fan package" tickets? not my idea of fun.

god this is an insane process how do you people do this on the regular?

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feeling in real time how this can play at the mind and get people to fork over their life savings by the time they make it through. i have my ceiling price you fools i'm not paying a penny more and nothing you can throw me will make me.

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beating the psychological warfare by thinking of all the sleep i've lost over this dumb reunion with oasis songs in my head like..

when they said i should feed my head that to me was just a day in bed

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sing my soul to sleep and take me back to bed

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stay in bed and sleep all day as long as it's sunday

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and time as it stands won't be held in my hands or living inside of my skin

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you know that i've gotta say time's slipping away and what will it hold for me

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i hope you don't regret today for the rest of your lives

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you can't give me the dreams that were mine anyway

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all we know is that we don't know how it's gonna be

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day by day there's a man in a suit who's gonna make you pay for the thoughts that you think and the words they won't let you say

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12:36 PM Today's Oasis ticket sale has now finished for September 1 at Metlife Stadium in New Jersey.

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12:48 PM Almost your turn!

12:49 PM wait i'm in! maybe it was lying i still see some <$200 tickets available

12:49 PM tab crashes

12:51 PM no tickets available. map shows it's sold out

CURSE YOU AQUASCUM!!!!

i'm gonna start a revolution from my bed cause you said the brains i had went to my head

here's your revolution: ticketmaster is a fuckin' monopoly. biden's doj is suing them on antitrust violations like the US govt should have done 30 years ago.

they don't own your music! the music belongs to all of us! don't give them your money! buy records! support local music! she yells as the authorities pull her away.

yeah it's good yes it's good it's good to be free

*joins toronto queue*

[blxckdragonfly]

nothing good happens after 2am (Darkness Finds You Outtake)

(Song: “nothing good happens after 2am” by Mothica.

Warnings: Self-sabotage. Self-harm. 

Pairing: Malakai Black & Lyra Crowe Büdgen (Lilith Czar- played by Mothica) 

Synopsis: After having a horrible episode of self-sabotage, Lyra gets the inspiration to write another song for the deluxe version of her album. 

A/N: I’m also going to intertwine some of my own personal experience on this with self harming, because I was there way back in 2017-2018 and have struggled with blades since my early teen years, and now currently in remission. So, please read with caution. -Tiger

Playlist:

Word Count: 1,475-- cowritten with @blackrose-92​)

Lyra and MB’s House: Tampa, Florida– September 22nd, 2022.

2am. The hour before the witching. I lay on my side of our bed, glancing at the clock on my nightstand, I look over to see that Malakai’s asleep, out like a light. I turn onto my back and I let out a soft breath. I hate this time of the night, because it always drains me even more than I already have been.

Stay busy, don't think too much

Don't speak up, play it safe

Don't bother to ask for help

You'll ruin someone's day

Be pretty, pretty mean to yourself

Keep running 'til you're weak

This is what I tell myself all night….

I don’t deserve any of this. This, being married to someone. A healthy relationship, a home and a family life. These seven cats (children) that rely on me. I’m afraid that this is too good to be true, now that my ex is longer tormenting us– a heaviness weighs on my chest because I know that something is going to tear us apart.

I dig my long yet painted black nails of my right hand into my left and I start trailing them down, not caring if it draws blood or not. I only do it when I’m on tour with my band or when Malakai’s doing a show and I’m not needed, which is rare.

I try to keep it a secret and hide away my tendency so that he doesn’t see, or I use makeup– like foundation to cover up the majority of the scars that line my body.

Drip. Drip. I glance down at my hand and I see the blood dripping onto the bed sheets and I start to panic. I reach for whatever I can find, paper towels, napkins, anything that I can to soak the blood up.

Nothin' good happens after 2am

So I stay in bed

Replaying in my head

I'm clawing at my skin, and I'm so terrified

That I'll waste my life

In fear, in fear

See? This is why you don’t deserve any of this, Lyra. And you know it. A voice hisses in my head, loudly. I get out of bed, quietly and wash the blood off of my hand. I sigh as I apply pressure to the cut to get the bleeding to stop, hating myself more. I keep my head down, avoiding the mirror and the reflection as I do so because I’m afraid to look myself in the eye.

I hear a couple of knocks at the door and my panic heightens, I toss away the bloody tissue and I place a bandage on the cut on my hand.

“Lyra?” I hear Malakai’s voice outside of the door. “Lyra. It’s 2am, what’s going on?”

“I’ll be out in a second, babe.” I softly say as I shake my head.

If only you knew. If only….

I open the door and I see him standing in front of it, his facial expression tired but also laced with worry.

“What’s wrong, Lyra?” Malakai says and I walk past him to our bed.

Play it off. Make him believe everything’s okay. I thought as I shrug, meeting his eyes.

“Nothing. Just a nightmare.” I tell him as I sit on the bed. I watch as he narrows his eyes and he sits right next to me.

I'm good but not good enough for twenty-six years old

I don't know what I want, so I keep chasing gold

Lying at therapy so they're not scared of me

I'm getting scared of me, I know

“If you were having a nightmare, why didn’t you wake me?” He asks, realizing what I said was an instant lie and that he had caught it. I hate that he’s that observant sometimes.

“I…” I try to speak but the words catch in my throat. I can’t. I already feel guilty when I’m away on tour, when we’re away from each other and these episodes happen. I have to tell him at some point. I look away from his eyes but I feel his fingers lift my chin up, our eyes meeting once more.

“Lyra.” His voice softens. “You can tell me anything. You know that, right?"

I hate this. I hate that I kept this from him for so long. I take a deep breath, letting the air fill my lungs before I exhale through my nose.

“You’re right. It wasn’t a nightmare,” I say. “When you and I are apart from each other, whether it’s me going on tour or you doing a show without me– this cycle always happens. At 2am, I go through the worst self-sabotage that I start harming myself, sometimes I dig my nails so deep into my own skin that I draw blood. I start doubting myself. I start doubting us and our relationship. I hate it because I feel like it never ends.”

I see a look of shock cross him as I blink away tears that threaten to escape. I look away from him again, and they fall slowly down my cheeks– tears of pure shame. It feels like an eternity has passed before I feel his hands rest against both of my cheeks.

Nothin' good happens after 2am

So I stay in bed

Replaying in my head

I'm clawing at my skin, and I'm so terrified

That I'll waste my life

In fear, in fear

“Lyra,” His thumb wipes away my tears. “I may not be happy knowing that you’ve been hurting yourself when you’re on tour, but I’m glad that you’re brave enough to tell me. I don’t ever want you to have doubts about us, because you know that we’ve been through almost everything together. We’re still here and very much in love with each other, and it doesn’t make me love you any less for it.”

“I’m sorry….” His thumb rests against my lips, silencing me for the moment.

“Don’t apologize,” He murmurs, brushing back strands of my crimson hair behind my ear. "I understand. How long has this been going on for?”

“Ever since Created From Filth and Dust came out.” I say. “2021. Give or take.”

His eyes widened after I said that. That indeed, I’d been holding this back for a year. The silence creeps on and I feel it dragging like claws around me because I want him to say something.

“I-I didn’t want you to be mad at me if I told you,” I sniff as more tears fall. “Are you mad at me?”

His eyes soften and I feel his hand take my tattooed one, running his thumb across my death’s head moth tattoo, tracing it gently.

'Cause I hate what I see when I'm looking at me

I don't wanna exist, I don't wanna be seen

I'm fading, so jaded

By the weight of the words

I've been telling myself

Maybe I should just turn into somebody else

Erase me, replace me

“I’m not mad at you, Lyra. I’ll never be mad at you,” He takes our intertwined hands and kisses the back of my hand, his fingers caressing my knuckles. “I wish that I’d known sooner because I could've helped you find a better way instead of knowing you turned to harm.”

I let out a sigh and wrap my arms around his waist. I rest my head against his side, burying my face into his skin. Letting this embrace be enough to tell him that I’m sorry for keeping it hidden away from him for so long but also with a sense of relief now that I could say something to him.

“You already are helping me, Shadow,” I murmured. “Just by being the best husband I could ever ask for. I have to remember that, that we have each other and that will always conquer any doubt that I’ll ever feel. I love you.”

“I love you too,” He whispers with a soft smile, pulling me into his arms as we sink back into the sheets of our bed, together, my head resting on his chest. He places a loving kiss onto my lips, hand rubbing the center of my back. “Sleep well, my Little Crow. I’ll be right here if you wake up again.”

I nod and I close my eyes, letting the smell of him overtake my senses as well as the feel of his warm arms around me– sleep finally taking its hold after he places another kiss on my forehead and the voices fade away for another night.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

[flyingcookierambles]

Maybe I should just like kill myself and get it over with. I have no life experience and I probably won't be allowed to since my helicopter mom still lives and I live in her house ugh. I'm not allowed to go out at night or do anything, even tho in 26, since I live at home and my mom like surveils me. Lol.

During our office chat yesterday, they suggested I lie and tell my mom I am meeting friends at events but I said that's like impossible because I'm not good at lying and I don't really have many friends who I stay in touch with since I've not used social media (for normies, like snapchat or Facebook) to keep in touch with them every since graduation. Or like it turns out they weren't from pittsbutgh and returned home to like new jersey or new York or whatever ugh.

My life is like. 7 days a week working. My normal office job 40 hours but I'm slacking so I have to stay at the office more, so more like 42 or 43 hours, plus I ride the bus since I'm not good at driving, that's 2 hours of commute each day bc american public transit sucks, so like 50 to 52 or 53 hours a week I'm not home. Then my retail side job usually both days on the weekend, 4 hour shifts so it's not as bad as it used to be,but like 8 hours total. That like 60 hours each week working.

Even if i were allowed to do things, I'm too tired to do anything. Sometimes I just get home on the late bus, don't get home until like 6 or 6:30 pm, I shower, I fall for the nice comfy bed trap, I fall asleep in bed. I wake up at 3 am. I didn't have dinner. I wasn't able to play any video games or do anything fun. I go back to sleep or lay in bed for 3 more hours until 6 am to go to work. That's all I do sometimes by accident due to the comfy warm bed trap, a cycle of work sleep work sleep, no breaks for any kind of stress relief at all, work sleep cycle for all 7 days of a week. Feels like Purgatory. Especially horrible during the holidays. Like 20 or 26 days of only working and sleeping straight.

I get maybe like 4 or 5 hours of sleep each night. 4x7 plus the 68 hours of work is like 88 hours. 88 hours wasted each week imo.

I'm not good at keeping in touch with people by texting, I can only make friends if we see each other at work or school. Out of all my friends in my entire life, I only have 1 friend from a third space (local library), but she's a few years older than me and moved to Boston for work. Only 1 friend in my entire life not from work or school.

I can see my life now, stuck in my mom's house all my life due to the economy and student debts and never being able to go anywhere or do anything but work work work work work. I wanna cry and die. Just get it over with. Working for like 40 years wasting my life. What's the point. Fjdhdhdsh ugh. I'm just trapped forever think.

During a conversation with 3 coworkers yesterday all 3 of them all used she her pronouns for my SMH especially since I personally told them all my pronouns and 2 of them are like around my age so I expected better from them compared to old people ugh

Should I just give up on being respected and taken seriously or skills I go passive aggressive and get some pronoun and NB/trans flag pins to put on my lanyard? I've also seen some trans flag pins that have "not a girl" in the middle.

Bluh

[fox-xx]

windwheel asters - aether x m!reader

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tw/contains: maybe could be gender nuetral too? angst with comfort (reader is giving), ooc aether maybe, cussing, not canon to the genshin storyline, aether venting to reader, not proof read!

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lowercase is intended. just had a fight w/ someone so ig this is my way of venting it? just got done crying, don't mind grammar mistakes. also my first oneshot post on this website. refer to me as Milo or Fox.

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you, a normal mondstadt citizen who just so happened to catch the eyes of the well-known traveller. you, who would constantly be pined by said traveller, the male always unconsciously finding himself at your doorstep every so often he decided to make a return to the city. you, who would always be happy to meet the sparkling gold eyes, twinkling kindly at you. you, a kind person always there to lend a shoulder and a place to stay for the night when he didn't want to stay out in the dangers of the wilderness.

aether, who would always have you one his mind while traveling. aether, seeing something and pointing out to paimon that it reminded him of you. aether, who had no idea why he would always feel his heart racing, feel himself smile whenever you looked at him. aether, who always appreciated how you were willing to help him as he did others, offering to listen to him when you could tell he was tired from his travels.

aether, who was looking for his sister.

it was a stormy night, as you tended to aether's new wounds he had sustained from a recent battle. you were just wandering prior to this, finding groceries you needed to stock up on again as you were running low, when the blond male found you. he had almost collapsed on you, and left it to you to carry him to your home.

you dabbed at the smaller injuries with a wet cloth, before putting ointment on it. you looked up at him, into his eyes that you grew fond of over the course of time. yet you noticed as over time he would look more and more drained, his eyes becoming dead and lifeless even when he looked at you. the half-assed smiles he would give you to reassure you that he's fine, but he would obviously be lying.

"[name]," he said quietly, gaining all of your attention. you looked up from tending to hid arm, responding with a little hum to show you were listening, beckoning him to continue. "what if my sister doesn't want to be found?"

you paused for a moment, thinking. why would aether be thinking like that? you could only watch his bandaged chest move up and down with his breaths, not having a reply that would satisfy him.

"i don't know..." you replied softly, continuing to clean the small cuts on his arm.

he sat up from his laid position on your bed, facing you with those dead eyes that would always look at you with warmth. "i've tried for so long now, yet it seems to just go to waste. i want to find her. lumine. i want my sister back."

your chest ached in pain at the hurt in his voice, the way it cracked when his sister's name fell from his lips.

you knew how he felt, in a way. scratch that, you didn't really know, but you understood the pain he was going through, just wanting to be happy with his sister again.

"i know, ae (pronounced like 'ei')." you said, "i don't know the same exact pain, but i know you can do it."

hell, you didn't know what you were saying. he'd visited almost every nation, learned what he can, and still was unable to even locate her. only having brief meetings with lumine.

"i don't want to spend my life like this." aether continued, shifting from the uncomfortable-ness of the amateur bandaging. "i don't want to spend so long chasing after her to be whole again. the ache in my heart hurts too much to stop, but my mind is screaming at me to stop... from all the things i shouldn't even know, the countless promises and things i've done for people, but all i get out of it is them saying they can't help. i'm tired..."

"i'm tired of being used as a tool for people so they can be happy..." his lifeless eyes sparkled, not with happiness, but with tears. his voice started to crack more, sniffs caught in his throat. "i just want my sister back... i want to be happy with her... but is this really what it takes? i could spend my whole life doing this, aimlessly wandering and hoping she sees my attempts..."

"i know... and you're doing so well, ae." you replied, putting down the wet cloth and starting to massage his tense shoulders from fighting for so, so, so long. "you've made her proud, i know it. maybe there's just a reason she can't come back yet..."

"must be a stupid reason then..." aether said, his tears falling silently as he hugged his knees.

he looked so helpless, so sad. as if nothing could help the situation.

you thought along those lines, until the red flowers in a vase of water caught your eye.

"hey, ae..." you said, grabbing one from the vase and holding it up. "you know what this is, right?"

"it's a windwheel aster, why...?"

you offered a gentle smile as your blew on its' side, causing the flower to spin similar to a pinwheel. "they only grow in places of wind. stubborn flowers, you could say. you remind me of them, no matter what gets thrown at you, you still continue fighting. and i'm so glad you do. your sister does too, i just know it."

you tucked the flower behind his ear, then cupped his face in your hands. your thumbs wiped away at his cheeks, drying away the tears as he looked at you curiously with watery eyes.

"ae, you're like a windwheel aster. you continue to fight, to spin, even in the hardest of times, such as the wind. you're the strongest guy i know," you noticed the corners of his mouth twitch up, a suggestion of a minor smile. "you're stupidly stubborn sometimes... and no matter how much you get hurt--" you gestured to his bandaged body-- "you're still going. and it'll all pay off. all the people not accepting your hard work and paying you back correctly? it just builds up to something greater."

"it'll be greater than the cecilias that bloom atop the highest of hills."

you saw the shine in his eyes again, even for a brief moment. and they weren't of tears, but of happiness.

"thank you, [name]." pause.

"...i love you.." he mumbled into your shoulder, when you hugged him comfortingly. a place of peace and a feeling of home, a feeling only you brought to him.

[viscerax]

I'm back and gayer than ever

Ok so Vance with a rich boyfriend Vance just finds expensive clothes and jewelry on his desk at school walks home to find his boyfriend there with a nice ass car yelling "GET IN WE'RE GOING SHOPPING" and maybe some Vance mom moments

I need to see Vance get spoiled by a gremlin

thanks for dealing with my hyperfixation

A Rich Man's World

Vance was always surprised whenever he thought about the fact that he had somehow managed to make you fall for him. You were so perfect, always had clear skin, straight A's, a clean record, fancy clothes, and the most expensive cologne anyone could think of. And then there was him. He always thought of himself as scraggly. He was rough, a troublemaker, and while he definitely wasn't living in poverty, he wasn't exactly rich, either.

So whenever you gave him gifts, he never knew how to react. He loved it, sure. He enjoyed being spoiled, but he never knew how to repay you. You always told him you didn't need anything in return.

He already knew something was up when he got to his first class early, finding you already there, trying to act nonchalant.

You weren't a very good actor.

He walked over to his desk in the back of the classroom. Draped atop his chair was a jean vest. It didn't look expensive at first glance, but after observing the tag, the brand was some expensive French brand you had told him about many times. Placed on top was a sticky note with the words "for you, from your secret admirer" written in neat cursive, with a heart at the end. Vance shook his head and glanced over at you, whom was practically shaking at your desk with excitement.

He neatly folded the note and slipped it into his jean pockets before putting on the vest.

The teacher had come in about a minute later, and everyone settled into their seats.

While the teacher was turned and writing on the chalk-board, you turned around to find Vance already staring at you. Vance's face flushed a light shade of red. You smirked and mouthed the words "check the pockets" to him before turning around and facing the teacher again.

Vance sighed and reached his hand into one of the pockets, fishing around until he felt something cold and thin. He pulled it out to find his hand wrapped around a gold chain.

He wasn't sure how to react. He was never used to react when you gave him expensive gifts. One time you had gifted him a 100 dollar bottle of cologne, and he simply didn't know how to react. He rarely ever uses it. Not because he doesn't like it, but because he's scared to waste it all so quickly. You always told him that if he needed more, you would happily buy it for him, but he always felt guilty when you spent so much money on him.

He didn't see you for the rest of the day. The only class you guys had together was homeroom.

He was also surprised when he didn't see you on his way home. The two of you often walked the same route home. But maybe you just stayed behind at school to tutor or help out.

As soon as Vance walked into the house, he found his mom sitting at the dining room table, reading a book and sipping on some tea.

Vance tried to walk past her without saying anything about the new vest and necklace, but was quickly stopped when his mom practically sqeauled. "Oh hun! That looks so great on you. Did Y/n get that for you? That boy is so sweet. He is such a good friend. You make sure to tell that I said hi the next time you see him." Vances mother smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek. Vance just rolled his eyes playfully, a slight smile on his face.

"Yeah, sure ma." He sighed and quickly made his way to his room.

He spent the next hour simply lying in his bed, until he heard a voice call from down the hall.

"Vance, sweetie, get out here!"

Vance groaned and got out of his bed, slipping his shoes on and walking out to the living room to find the good slightly agape.

He opened the door to find you sitting in a fancy car, the kind of car he only saw in magazines. He had never seen one in real life. It was sleak and black. Vance laughed, seemingly stuck to the pavement.

You chuckled, giving him a wide smile and waving at him. "Get in loser, we're going shopping!" Vance smirked and excitedly ran calmly walked over to the car, not wasting another second before getting in. His mother stood in the yard and waved as the two drove off.

As soon as they were out of the line of sight of his mother, Vance leaned over and placed a kiss on Y/n's cheek. "My mother seems very fond of you. Told me to tell you she said hello." Vance sighed and leaned back in the seat, smiling excitedly as he looked around at the interior of the car.

"Wow, I guess I'm just making the entire Hopper household fall for me." You chuckled, moving one hand away from the steering wheel and placing it in between you and Vance. Vance looked down and immediately took your hand, but he tried to play it off like he didn't really care.

Vance was also a bad actor.

"Why'd you have to come and pick me up in this fancy car? I have a car to, you know. And where are we even going?" Vance looked over at you, thankful that your eyes were glued to the road so that you couldn't catch him admiring all of your features. "Not that I'm complaining! It's just, why waste all this fancy shit on me?"

You frowned, glancing over at Vance for a second. "Well first off, its not a waste. If you enjoy it, then its money well spent. If you don't like all the fancy shit, just tell me. I just want you to feel loved. Thats all." You hummed, once again smiling. "And as for where we're going. I figured we could go get something to eat. Your choice. And then we can go to the mall. And then after that you can come spend the night over at my house." As you went over the plans for the night, Vance couldn't help but well up with guilt. Was he being ungrateful? Sure he enjoyed everything you ever gave him, but he knew he would never be able to repay the favor.

Vance picked a local diner. It wasn't fancy, (but Vance seemed to think it was the height of luxury,) but you didn't care. Anywhere with him was good enough for you.

The mall wasn't very packed, which was surprising. Usually, a Friday afternoon was prime time for kids to go and hang out with their friends at the mall.

You and Vance very subtly held hands as you walked around, looking into all the stores. About half the stores you couldn't even go in due to Vance being banned for stealing or starting fights.

Vance didn't find much that really caught his eye except for a pair of boots that he thought looked "kickass" with his jeans.

Just as the two fo you left the mall, Vance looked over at you with a devious smirk that didn't go unnoticed. You turned to face him, tilting your head slightly.

"Can I drive the car? I swear on my mom I will not crash it." Vance gave you the kind of look he always gave you whenever he wanted something. He knew he had a chokehold on your heart.

You sighed and fished the keys out of your pocket, tossing them to him. You got in the passenger seat after putting your bags in the trunk, and very nervously put on your seat belt.

"Vance Hopper, I swear if you crash this car you will never hear the end of it." You mumbled. You wouldn't say you doubted your boyfriends driving skills.

Well, at least you wouldn't say it to his face.

The ride home was filled with many heartstopping swerves around corners, and practically yelling at Vance about running red lights while he just sat there, cackling, with the biggest smirk he could even muster.

You were relieved when you got home.

"I never thought you were a car guy, V." You sighed, unlocking the door to your house (Vance called it a mansion despite it being barely bigger then the average two story home.)

"I'm not. I just think its funny seeing you all freaked out like that. I'm a good driver. I swear." Vance chuckled and you wanted to smack him upside his head if your hands weren't full of bags and if you weren't convinced he would tackle you right here and now, halfway up the stairs.

Vance never really got over how nice your bedroom was. You had your own TV, radio, phone, and any other gadget any teenager could want. Not to mention the dozens of posters hung on your walls, some signed by the singers or performers that was printed on them.

After the two fo you had settled in and changed into more comfortable clothes, Vance simply borrowing some clothes from you, you had found yourself sitting on top of your roof, hand in hand, and staring at the now star-spotted sky.

You leaned over, resting your head on Vances shoulder. Vance smiled and rested his head atop yours. It was moments like these, where you and Vance were alone, where Vance could be truly open, all of his guards down, that Vance valued the most.

"V?" You spoke softly, as to not disrupt the peace.

Vance hummed in acknowledgement.

"I love you. Like a lot. And I know you have trouble sometimes... like saying how you feel. So you don't have to respond but I love you and I hope that all the gift giving shows that because I've never really been good at-"

Vance cut you off by gently grabbing your chin and tilting your head up so that he could place a soft kiss on your lips. It was gentle enough so that you wouldn't slip or start to slide down the roof, but it was still filled with passion. The kind of raw passion you really only saw when he played pinball or beat the shit out of some kid. The kind of passion you saw in his eyes, if you searched hard enough, when he looked at you. It said a million words, but at the same time was so silent and peaceful.

"I love you too."

A/N: hiiii okay ifk why but this definitely feels like one of my worse pieces but anyway I hope you liked this. I had a lot of fun writing it. Vance needs to be spoiled more I get the feeling that poor kid has probably never received a genuine gift in his life </3

[zainclaw]

i'm sorry if this is too personal, but I know you suffer from insomnia, and recently I've been struggling with that too and I just wanted to ask if you found anything that helps with it a bit?

I'm so sorry you're having to deal with this shit too ❤️

Obviously there's no easy fix, or I wouldn't still be dealing with it. And I have prescribed sleeping pills, which work sometimes, but not always. Point being: my insomnia is far too severe to be cured with the typical home remedies or quick sleeping advice.

I don’t mean to be depressing, and obviously I hope this is just a temporary thing for you, but all I’ve been able to do is trying to just... deal with having insomnia. To accept it, somehow. Because I think the added stress that comes with tossing and turning and getting upset about not being able to fall asleep is an incredibly big part of feeling shit the next day, not just the actual lack of sleep, you know?

Honestly, one thing that changed my life was that one episode of Mythbusters on sleep deprivation, where they discovered that even just lying down in bed and resting for half an hour had a positive affect on your body. Just knowing that I could lie awake in bed and still recharge was such a relief, oh my god. So some nights I just chill and get comfortable and just... think. Maybe brainstorm my next fic. And, ofc, just getting rid of the worry about having to fall asleep might help you to actually fall asleep.

One of the many doctors and sleep experts I’ve met over the years advised me to do the complete opposite — to get out of bed when I had been unable to fall asleep for a long time. Her idea was for me to put an abrupt stop to associating my bed with just tossing and turning. She wanted me to get up and do something else for about an hour, write or read or play video games, and then go back to bed and try again. I was basically not allowed to be in bed unless I was about to collapse from exhaustion. Which was the point, of course.

I use both of these ‘techniques’. Some nights I stay in bed and just decide to chill and daydream. Some nights, when I feel inspired to write, I get up and write. Some nights I do a little of both.

I think the key is to stop thinking you’re wasting time when you can’t sleep. If you can’t use your time at night for sleep, use it for something else. Use it to rest and recharge to some degree anyway. Or get out of bed and do something you feel would be a more valuable use of your time.

I’m obviously no expert, and if this is a lasting issue, I really do think you should go talk to a doctor about it. But if this gives you anything at all, I’m glad ❤️

Take care!

[haechanniesunflowers]

"I promise"

A Bang Chan scenario

A/N: mentions of pregnancy and labour, blood and childbirth, angst, fluff

After Stray Kids' contact expired with JYP, the boys went their separate ways but were still very close with one another. Minho became a choreographer, Felix, Hyunjin, Jeongin, and Seungmin signed with other companies for solo promotions. 3racha became full time producers under a different company, all 8 of them were doing very well.

Chan got married, the couple was living happily in an apartment. He set up a studio on one of the rooms so he could spend more time with her. Chan really did care about his wife but his 3racha signed a project with a sequel to a blockbuster movie and they were working on the songs for it.

"Chris I can't believe you forgot again!" y/n yelled at him. She was at her wit's end with him, she was eight months pregnant and wanted Chan to be a part of it for the final months, he promised he would take her to see her gynecologist two week ago but he was busy producing music and completely forgot. They rescheduled twice but he forgot both times. She called him several times, but he didn't hear it ringing. Now he came home, tired and upset that he completely forgot about his wife and unborn child, yet again.

"I'm not even going to say I'm sorry. I messed up big time and I'm embarrassed." he spoke.

"what do you want me to do about it?" she replied.

Chan didn't have the words to tell her how upset he was with himself. He let her down again and again and she had to go through the last months of her pregnancy alone.

"do you even know we’re having a child? I'm scared Christopher. Will you keep this up after the baby is born too? I can't have my child grow up longing for his father. I understand you love your work but if you love it to the extent you're forgetting about important things, why did you get me pregnant? Why did you want to bring a child in this world? For me to go through it alone? Will you even be there when I'm in labour?" y/n let her frustration out, with hot tears streaming down her face.

Chan came to hold her face but she backed away. He gave her space to cool down and opted to sleep on the couch.

For the next two weeks she she avoided him and did things in her own, she went to the gynecologist alone, and got food for herself from the store. Chan saw her entering the apartment with bags of food in her hand. It broke his heart that she was doing things for herself in the cold weather, and he wanted to make amends. He walked towards her and grabbed the bags from her hand, earning a warning glare from her.

"don't overburden yourself sweetheart" he said. She gave him the bags and went straight to their bedroom. He was right, she was overburdening herself but it was his fault. Coming out of the shower, she got into an oversized t shirt and pajama bottoms, and snuggled into the comforter. Chan stood at the threshold of the door, looking at her with soft eyes as she was facing away from him.

"can I lay beside you?" he began. Y/n missed him too much but he had to learn his lesson.

"no."

Chan felt helpless, he walked inside and knelt beside her side of the bed, facing her.

"I just want to say that I'm really sorry for being ignorant and making you go through these months alone but I promise you I will be there for you when you need me." he spoke and gently kissed her forehead, which she didn't back away from. Y/N closed her eyes, signalling Chan that she was about to sleep so he went out to sleep on the couch again.

At around 2 in the morning, y/n woke up to pain in her abdomen and lower back. It was intense and painful and she clutched the comforter. When it was over she was panting lightly. Her gynecologist told her about cramps near child birth. She got out of bed to drink a glass of cranberry juice. Looking around the house, there was no sign of her husband.

"where did he go?" she mumbled. Y/N went to check his studio and to her surprise he wasn't there either. She started to get annoyed and worried so she called Jisung to ask him if he knew.

"yeah noona he's in the company's studio with us, wait I'll pass him the phone." he answered and handed the phone to Chan, who didn't know how to explain himself.

"you're unbelievable" was all she said and hung up the phone. Chan gave the phone back to Jisung and excused himself saying y/n was asking him to come back home. The other two agreed to finish up with the lyrics.

Chan let himself in through the front door and saw y/n sitting on the couch, slightly bent forward and clutching the cushion. She looked towards him and her expression changed to an annoyed one. Getting up, she walked towards the bedroom but was stopped by Chan, who pulled her by her arm.

"what is your problem?" he inquired.

"nothing, let go of my arm."

"no, what are you trying to prove. You have been ignoring me for two weeks now, you don't even let me near you and you're doing things you're not allowed to do. Then when I'm not around, you suddenly have a problem and want me back, for what? When you're perfectly fine on your own and not speaking to me, what do you want me to do? Sit around all day? Doing what you want me to do? And be okay with with your attitude?" Chan blurted out in anger. Y/N pulled her arm out of his grip.

"I didn't call you back, I only asked Jisung where you were. And you're saying it like I made this child on my own against your will so I shouldn't expect anything for you. If that's how you felt then you should've told me from the start, I wouldn't have depended on you even in the slightest." she said and walked away, lying in bed and crying. Chan understood how hard it was for her but he had a huge thing going on and had to give time to that too. He put his headphones on and lied on the couch.

Y/n yelped in pain as she propped herself on one arm, the other one clutching her baby bump. The pain was excruciating and she couldn't even let out a scream. It was too much that tears welled up in her eyes. She looked around for her phone but she left it in the kitchen. Then she saw the time, it was 8:40 in the morning and Chan probably left for work. Squirming out of bed, she used the walls for support to walk out of the room and saw Chan sleeping on the couch with his headphones on.

"Ch-Chris" she breathed, he didn't seem to hear her since he didn't move.

"oh my God" she whined, clutching her abdomen, "Chris!" she cried. His eyes shot open and he looked to where she stood, bent forward.

"y/n? What's wrong?" he asked and hurriedly walked towards her, and saw her tear stained face, evidently in pain. He wasted no time and took her to the hospital.

The nurse told them she was going into labour and got everything ready. It was happening so fast, Chan stood there, watching his wife trying to push their child out, into the world. He was in awe of her. The scenario gave him goosebumps as we witnessed the moment. His whole world came crashing down, however, when the doctor revealed that y/n was losing blood and the baby wasn't coming out so they had to perform an emergency C-section. He was told to leave the operation theatre and wait outside.

So he stood outside and waited for any kind of news. In that mom he regretted how he treated y/n, for not spending more time with her, for letting her go through the pregnancy with him seldom by her side, for the argument he started the previous night. He was worried for her, he realized how important she was to him and he needed her. In a state of helplessness, he prayed for her wellbeing, for her to stay with him.

20 minutes later, the longest 20 minutes of his life, the nurse came out, holding a baby, wrapped in a small blanket.

"congratulations it's a healthy baby boy" she spoke and put the baby in his arms.

It felt unreal and surreal. He watched the baby, his baby, squirm in his arms, nuzzling towards his warm chest. His heart felt like iit would explode.

"how is my wife?" he immediately asked.

"she's unconscious from the anesthesia, we're shifting her to the ward, you can see her then." she answered and left.

Chan felt light headed. He didn't expect to become a father in the morning, when he went to sleep the previous night.

He went inside the room y/n was in, she laid there, little sedated but conscious. She looked towards Chan and smiled warmly. He walked to her and handed her their son for skin to skin. They looked at him with so much love in their eyes.

"our son, y/n" he spoke in a hushed voice, to not scare the child nuzzling himself into his mother's skin.

"I love him so much" y/n admitted.

"I'm so sorry. I don't have the words to express how sorry I am. You mean everything to me and I was wrong to not pay attention to you when you needed me. I won't let that happen again. I am going to protect you and our son, I promise." Chan stated.

"forget about that Chris, you promised me you would be there when I needed you and you were. I don't know what I would have done if you weren't home. I know you will keep your promise. I love you."

"I love you too."

[spiderlilyserendipity]

emerald green jhs (NSFW)

jung hoseok x female reader

genre: established relationship, smut, d/s

tags: dom/sub, sub!reader, dom!hoseok, lingerie, sir kink, hoseok calls reader feminine terms (princess and baby girl), aftercare

word count: 2.4k

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you're a menace and you know it. the last few weeks have been exhausting for you and your boyfriend hoseok. you work long hours at your job, sat behind a desk typing away and running to and from meetings that all feel like they could've just been emails instead. you even have a new boss who has an even bigger ego than the last and is always pushing you to work harder. although in a much different line of work, hoseok isn't much different. there have been big changes at hoseok's label recently and although he still gets to do his job the way he likes, there have been internal changes. the staff that have supported hoseok's music for years have shifted and it's frustrated hoseok to try and make up for the gaps all on his own. you both agree that change is good if done well. you both are doing your best to support each other. but to be honest, you're impatient now. frankly, it's been a while since you and hoseok have had sex. in fact, you and hoseok hardly even kiss anymore, too focused on work and your exhaustion to even greet each other hello and goodbye properly. tonight's the night where you'll change that. hoseok is out at a friend of a friend's wedding, having tagged along with jimin just for the sake of it. everyone likes a party after working nonstop right? jimin had even invited you to come with, saying his friend didn't mind at all! but you had chosen to stay home, lying about an appointment in the morning that would cause you to be late for the afternoon ceremony. instead, you're sitting on the edge of your and hoseok's bed. you're wrapped in a fluffy white towel from the bathroom, having just come out of the shower. your hair is blow dried, and you giggle excitedly at the shopping bag in front of the full length mirror. hoseok is going to lose his mind when he sees this! you strip of the towel and pull out the set of lingerie you stepped out and bought this afternoon when the boys had left for the wedding. it's a lacy white bra and panty set. the saleswoman definitely thought you were a bride to be from the fact that it was pure white, but you certainly aren't. you and hoseok are steady and serious, having been together a few years now. you're sure hoseok will propose eventually when work and life circumstances align. but why not give him a taste of what the big day will be like now? you pull the lacy panties on first, admiring how the translucent fabric fits the curve of your ass and hips so good. you know hoseok loves that, and really you do, too. your body is beautiful. you smile to yourself in the mirror as you put on the bra, loving how the cups push your breasts up. the lace is so thin your nipples show, hard and protruding through the innocent white sheen. you squeeze your breasts, biting your lip as you imagine someone else's hands there. hoseok's long and nimble fingers, always working you up, pulling you apart so gracefully. last but not least, you put on one of hoseok's long white tees, so long it brushes your mid thighs. "perfect." you whisper. right as you're finishing up, you hear the door open. "baby, i'm home!" hoseok's voice calls from the door. you yawn loudly and squint your eyes as you make your way downstairs, pretending to have woken up. "oh, you're home?" you ask in a sleepy voice, as if you hadn't been in the shower until ten minutes ago, shaving to look pretty for him. hoseok smiles at you from the sofa. he opens his arms wide for you as you come over. shamelessly, your eyes take down his body. he's dressed in a fitted black suit, one tailored to fit the strong muscles of his chest and the protruding muscles of his thighs. he spreads his legs wider as he assesses your half dressed form, undoubtedly a little turned on at the sight of you wearing his shirt. "c'mere." he says in a low voice and you don't waste a second before you straddle in his lap. his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you into a hug. "did you shower before bed?" he asks, pulling back to give you a kiss. "i did." you say, shifting just a little in his lap. just enough so he wouldn't notice. then,

you whisper into his ear. "do i smell sweet, sir?" hoseok's hands release your waist and come down to grip your ass. "ah. i should've known you had a plan." he tuts, laughing under his breath. you gasp as he tightens his grip on you more. "did you touch yourself in the shower, princess?" "no, sir." you promise him, pulling back to look him in the eye. you're a bit above him since you're in his lap, making hoseok tilt his head back to look at your face. but even with his head resting against the sofa, hoseok looks entirely relaxed. he's in control. and you both know it. feeling bold tonight, you guide one of his hands off your ass and down between your legs. "sir can feel if he doesn't believe me." a smack to your clothed heat makes you jump. "are you giving me orders now?" hoseok asks in a cheerful voice, but his eyes are dark with lust. "have you forgotten who you belong to in the few weeks since i touched you?" "no, sir. i just want you to believe me." you say, lowering your gaze. "if you want me to believe you, you have to behave, Y/N. if you're going to be impolite, then i won't unwrap the cute little gift you're wearing tonight to rile me up. and then your little surprise would be a failure, right?" hoseok says, leaving a little kiss on your neck when he's done. you shudder at the touch. "i will behave." "of course! that's my good girl." hoseok says, all cheerful again. his eyes glitter fondly as he taps your chin. his grin grows as he notices you eyeing the rings on his hand. "oh? what's that? is someone getting greedy?" he laughs mockingly at you when you shake your head. "you're so eager tonight. i've ignored my pretty girl too much huh? bet you just wanted me to bend you over and use you up every day when i came home from work. wanted me to take my frustration out but you just didn't know how to say it, right? so you waited until sir left the house to buy pretty panties just for me to ruin." he explains this slowly, his hands moving down to cup your breasts. he kneads them roughly, making you shudder at the touch. when you don't answer, he says your name sharply. "y/n. i let it slide once already, but you know when i ask you something you answer me verbally. if you forget again you will be punished." you gasp. "no sir! no! i don't want to be punished. i wanted to come so badly for so long please don't edge me!" hoseok pulls you close until your chest is flush against his. you wriggle helplessly as your sensitive nipples rub simultaneously against the rough lace and the fabric of hoseok's blazer. all you want is his skin on yours. "colour." he says, no teasing in his tone when he looks at you now. you sniffle, unaware that you had gotten worked up so easily. "green." hoseok's gentle hands wipe the tears. he kisses your forehead. "good girl." he says, before gathering you in his arms and standing. you wrap your legs around him as his hands grip your thighs. you wrap your arms around his neck and pepper little kisses all over his face. you can't help that you're so needy, you just missed these moments so badly. the moments where hoseok made you feel the most vulnerable but also the safest and happiest woman alive. hoseok sets you on the bed lightly, then turns and closes the door. he takes his blazer off, watching you lay in his shirt and your white panties. "are you a bride?" he jokes, now unbuttoning the white dress shirt underneath the blazer. earlier in the day, the saleswoman had asked you the same question. but the implication is completely different here, and you blush. "i said," hoseok comes to sit at the edge of the bed. his arms cage you in, his long bangs hanging down. "are you my bride, y/n?" "i-if sir wants." you stutter breathlessly. "so honest when you need me, huh?" hoseok teases, kissing you again. "did all the wedding talk get you excited, hmm? want me to doll you up and show everyone that you're mine? my sweet bride?" when you cover your face in embarrassment, hoseok pulls your hands back. his smile is softer now, a little bit awestruck. "you really want that?" you nod.

"yeah." his eyes darken again. "up on your knees. take your shirt off slowly." you do so, and his eyes rake down your body as he watches. "turn around and face the mirror." you do as you're told. hoseok comes to kneel behind you on the bed, slotting a muscular thigh in between your legs. you whine as your heat presses against his hard muscle. behind you, you can already feel him getting hard. he's partly shirtless but still dressed while you're nearly naked. he loves the contrast and so do you. you love knowing who you belong to. "colour?" "green." hoseok's hands pinch at your nipples, twisting them and making you moan. you whine as he wraps one arm around your waist and uses his free hand to continue his ministrations on your nipples. you wriggle in his strong bold but you both know you love being restricted by your sir. "so wet. always so needy." hoseok chastises as he rubs you over the lace. you throw your head back against his shoulder, panting. he just laughs as he starts sucking hickeys on your neck in tandem with his rubbing. "please sir. please. i've been so good." "i know. such a good girl." hoseok praises, admiring his own work in the mirror. you watch your own chest heave in the mirror, already darkening marks on your neck. you will have to cover those when you go to work, but it doesn't matter right now. nothing matters except hoseok's touch. "sir. please." you are nearly crying now from how needy you are, so pent up. hoseok gives you gentle kisses. "one second, baby." you can hardly focus as you hear hoseok undressing behind you. it almost feels like you're waking up from a long haze when his strong chest touches yours. skin on skin, his skin just as hot as yours. but hoseok never shows how eager he is, not like you. because being in control is hoseok's skill. "let's get these off." he says, and you hurriedly take your panties off. with the cold air of the bedroom hitting your vagina, you feel like you're burning under hoseok's intense stare. "what's that, princess?" he asks, fingers dropping down to something sticking out of your hole. a toy. he pulls the toy out in one smooth movement, revealing a plug with an emerald green gem on the end piece. hoseok laughs disbelievingly. "oh?" "green is your favourite colour." you reply although it comes out more as a needy whine. you both know you're already falling into your headspace. it wouldn't be long until you got too overwhelmed to talk at all, only whines and moans as hoseok took over. in one swift movement, hoseok has two fingers buried inside you. you gasp at the familiar feeling, loving the stretch. "oh! oh, sir!" you cry out. hoseok's other hand comes to rub at your clit. "so needy. so eager to be all mine. even bought a plug that was sir's favourite colour." "yes, yes!" you cry out. "please can i have you?" hoseok's fingers leave abruptly, and soon his cock is lining up with your entrance. he pushes in slowly, giving you time to adjust. he moves to the edge of the bed, spreading his legs slightly. you hook your thighs overtop. in the mirror, his cock inside of you shows. with every little movement, the two of you can see it go in and out of you. you're so wet your arousal glistens on your thighs, as do hoseok's rings in the low light as he rubs your clit. "want it that bad? then take it." he says and you burst into action. you ride hoseok as hard as you can, skin slapping on skin and wet sounds filling the room as he goes in and out of you. hoseok stretches you wide, making you feel used up but in the best way possible. and you know you're all his as he whispers praises in your ear. "so sweet. good girl. so wet, keep going baby." "sir!" you cry out as you feel yourself slow down. "fuck," hoseok growls, lifting you up again. he manhandles you onto the bed so that you're laying down. he enters you again, pushing your thighs up and holding them back so he can enter you deeper. he sets a rough pace, making you pant in pleasure. "hoseok, baby, please!" you scream, momentarily forgetting the scene. he buries his head in your shoulder,

moving his hands to plant them on either side of you. your hands grip his shoulders like a lifeline. you feel pleasure everywhere. "c-can i come?" you ask hoseok. "yes, baby. come for me. come." hoseok tells you eagerly, reaching down to rub your clit. the two of you come together, you clenching around him as he shoots his seed into you. you sigh into hoseok's hair, pressing a kiss there. "thank you, sir." he kisses your collarbone in return. "anything for you, y/n." the two of you get cleaned up together in the shower. hoseok smiles at you fondly as you dress in regular panties and throw on one of his shirts again after. the two of you curl up under the covers, you between his strong arms. you always get needy after a scene, but hoseok knows you better. he knows how to make you feel safe. "hey, hobi?" "yes, y/n?" "i love you." "love you too."

A/N: this is my first time writing smut haha hope u guys enjoyed it! my requests are open for any writing ideas :) see u next time