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SCREEN QUEEN! - G.S.
Synopsis. To see a movie or to make one? Four times Geto Suguru absolutely ruined you for the cameras, and the one time outside of them.
Pairing. Geto Suguru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! pĂłrnstar! reader, pĂłrnstar!Geto, he is so DOWN BAD, exhibĂtionism, breĂŠding, Getoâs tattoos, Getoâs PIERCINGS (d, tongue), THREĂSOMES, some Gojo x Reader x Geto, streamer!Gojo, vĂłyeurĂsm, Geto gets one taste is PĂSSYDRĂNK, mast. (Geto), oraI (fem + male rec.), sp��tting, p slapping, some Toji x Reader, PĂRE SMUT, hĂşmping, matĂng presses, semi-public, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 10.1k (woah)
A/N. Have a lovely week <3
âCh-chin up, honeyââ Getoâs drunkenly half-lidded stare sticks to you like a greedy second skin. And it makes him snicker, curling his thick fingers around your neck to force your glassy eyes upwards. âLet the camera see that hah- pretty face of yours.â
You mewl, batting your teary lashes up at his towering figure. Pretty glossed lips pressing the most sinful French kisses up his sensitive shaft, âLike this, Sugu?â
And god, that makes him throw his head back with a whimper. It makes him dredge up everything left of his sanity to remember those next few lines of his, praying that those babbling messes of his groans pick up on the microphones.Â
âY-yeah, got that right.â he jostles his muscular thighs even more heavily manspread, baring you with a sopping wet swipe of his angry tip against your pout. Poking the bulbous curve of his cool metal piercing just barely- âSo you can listen, brat.â
Damn. Getoâs already sure heâd stumbled over his script a few too many times. Already sure heâd forgotten what the next scene was with how he was too dangerously close-
CUT!
Shit.
He had a feeling this would happen.
Because Geto Suguru rarely ever had to take multiple takes whenever he was filming - he was no novice in this business. Far from it, in fact.Â
Bearing the title of one of the most-watched porn actors in history - and the five-time crowned winner of the most beautiful, as well - the audience loved him, and the directors loved him even more with just how many big, fat cheques heâd rake in easily.
And you?
That gorgeous newbie paired up with him today that was absolutely ruining him.Â
âSorry-â Your honeyed tone snaps him out of his syrupy reverie, and the little smile on your face is so innocent compared to just a few seconds ago. âMâstill new to this, so I think it was my fault.â
Yeah, ruining him.Â
âNot at all. Sâcute.â Getoâs plastering one of his suave grins all across his mean mouth, and without a second thought, heâs thumbing away that translucent little splatter of precum at the edge of your kiss-bitten lips. Wetting the curvaceous pad of his thumb, âBesides, donât worry yourself, pretty lady. I donât think a uh- what was it- clan leader would stutter as much as I did.â
And oh, he wished he could sneak in a few more glimpses of your laugh, music to his ears. Wondering what itâd feel like to have it vibrate around his still rock-hard cock. But alas, swiftly, the directorâs clapping a hand down on Getoâs broad shoulder.Â
âSuguru- my star! What happened back there?â the older man bares him with a toothy grin that said it wouldnât last there much longer if he made any more mistakes at todayâs shooting.
It was the first time in years that he had to have a word of reprimand. And he wasnât even fucking you today-
âNothing.â
âAre we sure-â
âNothing.â Firmer, this time, with a dangerous tinge that no other actor would dare have. His glassy eyes - still foggy from the slide of your tongue, still aching for more of it - fixate sideways on you getting your make-up retouched right beside him. Clearing his throat, âI wonât fumble next time. Promise.â
But shit, only a few seconds before the next take - the high-definition cameras rolling, the heady lighting fixated on the two of you - and he already feels like heâs about to lose it.
âSaid you were a rookie, right? You sure about that, screen queen?â heâs leering a slightly-smug grin down at you, the curved edges of his lips twitching at that little industry nickname of yours.
Heâd heard it here and there - mainly whenever Gojo was raving about you, but never did he think you would end up being soâŚso addictive.Â
Of course, heâs going to brag to his best friend as soon as this is over.
Youâre gifting him with a bratty huff, âIâve only been making videos for a few months, yâknow? So Iâve never had to have a blowjob scene with someone so-âÂ
And with a gulp, your syrupy eyes flicker downwards at his achingly hard cock - famed for just how massive Geto was. Already so creamy with a glistening coating of precum drizzling down his thumping veins, standing so thoroughly and thickly upright that it made your drenched thighs squeeze. Yearning to steal another taste of that furiously strawberry-blushed fat tip. â-so big.â
Shit, Geto could feel his fattened cock jolt already.Â
Hissing, âS-save it for the camera, honey.â
âOkay! Take 2, Act 1 of 1 from Cult Leader Geto.â A ringing voice cuts through your saturated air, and heâs settling back into his poised seated position on that decadently throne-like chair, you on your knees. âACTION!â
âMessing up such an important mission, hm?â Geto spits, stern voice targeting you at your very dripping core. Sear-like grip making your throat burn, fuming, âYâknow thereâs only one way to make up for it, right, honey?â
Your lips wobble oh-so-adorably when he hits them with a splattering smack! smack! smack! of his painfully hard length. Making you mumble, âWh-what do I hafta-â
And maybe because it was part of the script, maybe because Geto couldnât last hearing another melodic note of your sweetened voice - heâs shoveling all girthy inches of his swollen cock past your velvety lips.Â
Unapologetically.
Filthily.
GodâŚit was so easy to forget all the cameras with your tongue.
Pressing the reddened curve of his weepy cockhead to nestle hot and heavy on your tastebuds, your jaw aches with the sheer weight of his hefty shaft throbbing away comfortably on your tongue.Â
And you swear you can feel big, bulbous tears welling up behind your eyes with how every ounce of blood in Getoâs body comes rushing down into his steaming length. Expanding his rotund head to grow even thicker-
âShit.â he gasps. âShit shit shit shit-â Brows scrunching, drooling maw falling slack. Every muscle in his hulking body bows to hunch forwards in his chair, until your tight throat was choking around the thick curve of his swollen tip. One attractively tattooed hand splayed out firmly on the back of your head, âTake it- y-yeah, take it why dontcha? If ya wanna make it up to your leader.â
God, he didnât know if the cockdrunken way you were nodding was even real - but it made him groan just the same.Â
Sobbing out a swelteringly hot squelch! of syrupy precum that drips teasingly down the already-messy walls of your mouth. âHeh, maybe ya can even be my s-second-in-command with a mouth like this.â
And heâs giggling out in an almost hysterical way, head throwing backwards when his powerful hips rut up in slow grinds. Back and forth back and forth- that have your now-puffy lips stretching around so widely around his fat cock.Â
Struggling. Shit, heâs the biggest youâve ever had.
Geto already knew his agent was going to be on his ass for veering just the slightest degree off the script.
But he didnât care about that right now.
How could he? Not when the drag of your tongue was swirling around his steamingly hot girth in languid swivels, over and over fighting to trace every one of his prominent veins thumping angrily inside your mouth.Â
You whine at the saccharine sweet taste of his precum shooting down your throat in wet sputters, âS-Sugu-â
Fuck.Â
Geto hears himself whimper a pathetic noise as soon as youâre tugging yourself off of his leaky cock, pressing wet peck after peck up the underside of his messy shaft. Itâs glossing in glinting lip-prints that he half-wishes he could tattoo. Slipping and sliding to sloppily plant your mouth along the bawling divot at the very end of his rosy pink head.Â
âMhmââ heâs drawling, movements as slow as gliding through molasses when one of his strong legs comes to circle around your body. Muscles flexing so tight that if he angled just right he could squeeze that pretty throat of yours. He bites his lip, âSuck on my ah- tip- câmon, gorgeous. Heheh, yeah gimme a pretty peck, why dontcha?â
With a smug smirk, heâs guiding through trembly digits to thwack! thwack! thwack! his thick hilt in wet splatters across your lips. Only to figure out that he didnât even have to bother.
Because your sweet mouth was so ravenously reattaching back onto him, starkly raw lips glissading down the bulge of his Prince Albert. Your deft tongue swivels in such a filthy way down the underside of his slit, cheeks hollowing as you suck.Â
âSpit.â
âSâthis-â you hiccup, widened eyes pleading. Spitting out a silvery glob of saliva onto the very edge of his tip, âSâthis good, sir?â
Fuck, for a second there he almost forget that every one of your lines are scripted. And he deliriously wonders what if would be like if you called him that for realÂ
âHmmm, dunno.â His thumb smears across that pool of precum beside your lips - popping it into his mouth tastefully, âJusâ a bit deeper to make sure. You can do it- câmon.â
Swallowing up those solidly girthy inches of Getoâs so deliciously. Your nose presses against those drenched tufts of black at his toned pelvis, jittery fingers coming around to massage sultry little circles around his tight, cum-filled balls.Â
âHeh, think I prefer ya like this-â heâs restless now. Close. Knitting his brows rudely together, abs clenching mouth-wateringly at every wet gyration of his cock hitting the very back of your throat. And he couldnât stop. Didnât want to stop, not even if the director yells cut this time. â-all pliant, nâ shutting up that bratty mouth of yours.â Geto arches his spine so flexibly - a specialty of his - all the way enough to whisper in a hoarse pant of feverish condensation against your ear. âAll mine.â
Geto can barely even finish his line - or his train of thought, before with a wracing shudder, heâs cumming and cumming harder than he has in his entire life.Â
Oozing out the wettest wads of his thick cum, so much of his wispy white seed gushing across in dripping glides into the cavern of your mouth. Back and forth with every jackhammer. The money shot smearing all down your pretty chin.
And fuck, just the way he can feel it sloshing around in a tidal wave inside your mouth makes him groan out your name.
Barely even registering the way itâll have to be cut out in editing later, no- all he can think about is how heavenly you were milking him. Twisting your tongue to drag out his hazy orgasm, to swipe up even more of it from his piercing, you blink up in satisfaction.
Letting it overspill.Â
âHeh, fuck-â Getoâs tongue was dangerously loose now, mouth curling up into a simpering smile down at you when heâs bursting out in even more velvety ribbons of cum. It drips halfway down your jaw, washing a perfectly milky lipstain on you. Muttering, âWish I could fuck you- god, I would-â
Heâs cutting himself off with a dampened gasp, just as the chilling air on-set hits his hard erection.Â
In urgent moves, Getoâs pulling out of your silken soft mouth to drag you upwards with the hand tightened around your throat, crashing his lips into your own with sudden need.
Unsteady. Sodden. French kisses.Â
This wasnât in the script - and you whine at the cool metal against his cushy mouth. A tongue piercing. Shit, he had one to match his dick.
Swirling it across your own lips, Geto hears you moan in that sweet voice of yours just as you taste him - taste yourself on him - and heâs sucking on your tongue just as you did with his cock. Pooling all the dredges of salty seed on his own, before spitting it back out-
âTell yer agent-â he murmurs throatily, two fingers roughly wrangling your mouth shut. To make you swallow. His popping ears ignore the calls from the director for the scene to be cut. Finally completed. And Geto licks up the excess remnants of cum down your lips. â-to let me have ya again sometime, gorgeous.â
CULT MEMBER SLUT GETS TAUGHT A LESSON BY HER LEADER!
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Top comments:
satoruxstrongest: holy shit idk who im more jealous of ę° Ëśâ˘ ŕź â˘Ëśęą
unicorny: I VOLUNTEER FOR THE NEXT MISSION CULT LEADER GETO
hj.eromytits: guys is it just me or does geto sound EXTRA extra whiny in this video~?
tonykrier: No cuz I totes agree
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Now, it wasnât normal for Geto to run home freshly after a shooting andâŚresearch his scene partner. To spend what seemed like hours upon hours pouring over every single video and picture youâd blessed his obscene mind with.
You.
An up-and-coming new actress, but already dubbed the nickname of screen queen. Loved by many for that sultry sweet smile of yours and just how gorgeous you were when you were all fucked stupid.Â
Everybody wanted you.
And Geto - oh, Geto was out of his mind.Â
Shit, heâs thinking through his saturedly needy thoughts, eyes locked on the two sweat-sheened bodies on-screen. It was an earlier one of you and legendary veteran porn actor, Toji Zenin, and the more he eyed the way your bugging pussy so readily swallowed each of his greedily girthy inches - the more he was fucking jealous his agent only booked a simple blowjob scene. Peering at the title-
DILF-NEXT-DOOR GIVES SCREEN QUEEN AN ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT.
That should be him.
The wet schwf! of clothes upon skin emanate throughout his penthouse bedroom when Geto unthinkingly drags the soft mountains of his palm down his throbbingly hard erection. Eyeing at how Toji was smearing your sopping pussy lips open, giving Geto the perfect view-
Shit, that should be him.
Holding back a low moan, âFuck-â he scrambles to hit the camera icon on his trembling phone, all but ripping his pants down to set free his ravaging cock. âGod- mâso fuckinâ hard-â
He doesnât even know who heâs talking to right about now - the audience, or you.Â
But all he can think about right now are those sparking stars behind his lids as soon as he runs the solid curve of his thumb along the bump of his swollen head. Still not fully hard, Geto squeezes his fat hilt just the way he remembers you did earlier today.
âSâall because of y-you, yâknow?â heâs gritting through clenched teeth, batting those long dark lashes of his right up at the camera. âWhyâd you hafta look at nhgh- m-me that way.â
God, his digits were only half as soft as yours were. And he keens at the rough drag of his fingerprints down the sensitive spots at every ride and curve. Melty mind stumbling through every mindless half-thrust into his fist.
Over and over.
God, he felt like a hormonal teenager all over again.
Heâs panting - gasping. Every rutting fuck up into his hand leaving his heavy balls clenching painfully, teeth clamping.Â
Getoâs never been this needy - this desperate to try and graspingly remember what your moans had sounded like through his phone speaker not too long ago. Itâs all he can do to sink his sharp canines down onto his fist, desperately holding back whimpers upon whimpers that threaten to spill out into the open.
Yet, they do, anyway.
âM-make me so fuckinâ horny, honey-â heâs swiping at the lazy trickle of drool down the edges of his drunkenly upturned grin. Puffing away the long, inky hair curtaining his eyes to splay out across the bed. âSuch a perfect body ya have- such a perfect pussy. Wish I could fuck it.â
Because that delicious arch in your back was practically burned into Getoâs mind, how your slutty cunt was slobbering down gloss after gloss of your sweet, sweet juices down Tojiâs fat cock. Heâd been massive - rivaling Geto, honestly - and he couldnât help but muse whether youâd take him that well, too.Â
Would you cry out and beg for more?Â
Would you bat your lashes and tell him to slow down- only to huff and puff in that naughty way of yours when he does?
You wereâŚyou were so pretty. And all he ever wanted to do was wreck that equally pretty pussy of yours, and ruin your makeup, and you.Â
You you you you-
Getoâs wrist aches down his tall shaft, stuttering up and down, he flicks his thumb wetly underneath his sensitive slit. Neatly grazing his manicured fingernail underneath the glazed bump, âIâd ruin ya, yâknow?â Geto chokes out, and he doesnât even have to fake the purring moan in his tone. The way his voice lilts embarrassingly higher in volume and pitch, gliding all the way up to nudge in wet peppered kisses across his chilling piercing. âWould make ya shut up on mâcock- hngh- until ya can feel my piercing branding into ya. Ruin everyone else f-for ya.â
God, the camera was so shaky right about now - and he half-wonders whether he wants to post this. Nothing like the usual professional set-up youâd usually see on Getoâs promotional tweets.Â
And then shit, just the thought of you actually seeing this video has him almost dropping his phone onto the dampened silken sheets below. His overly saturated mind liked to think that youâd like it, that you might even slip your own soft hand down into your flimsy excuse of panties.
âFuck- fuck.â Geto bounces his head back onto the plush pillows, thighs shuddering even further open, catching every pearlescent bead of precum being smeared down his thickening length. Filthy. So fucking filthy. Making him arch- âLook what you do- look how youâve got me- fuck-â
He was practically humping up like an animal now. Out of control. Each moan breaking into a whine in a way that Geto canât stop even if he wanted to.Â
And the more he thought about you the more-
âOh h-honey-â One of Getoâs thumb trails their way down to press down at the very middle of the twitchy curve of his balls. Hard. Hiccuping back a mewl of your name, heâs nodding like he doesnât even realize. âMâgonna cum hah- mâgonna cum, okay? Youâll hafta take it all t-take it hngh-â
And itâs just a few more merely sloppy grinds before Getoâs spurting out in thick streams of cum. So much of it.
Heâs fucking his fist like he wishes it was you. Itâs making such a mess down his greedy fingers, coating down to his wrist in a gleaming sheen of creamy white. Easier to make him slip up, up, up, and down his swollen, red shaft trying to dredge up something delicious from the very ends of his weepy divot.Â
He lets his phone drop, thick thighs straddling upon each side of the screen to jerk his achy cock off like your pretty face was just underneath him. Furious. Fast. A low ah! ah! ah! rasping through each breath.
God, his fingers weaken around his cock. Moving as if on auto-pilot when he circles his trickling wet fingers around his own rosy pink nipples - all glistening down his tattoos as if theyâd been laminated, they made for the perfect wet dream - then all the way up to suck on them. Cleaning. Tasting himself.
Fuck, wishing it was your hand.
Wishing you were here.
All Geto could think about is if you were here right now, then heâd swipe his blushing tip down your lips, instead - reel you into a dripping wet kiss just like before. He grunted at just how badly he wanted to taste on your candied tongue again-
Still so sensitive from the shoot with you before, Getoâs breathing out in heaves, pants. Tears prickling at the very ends of his bleary eyes, he bites down furiously on his coral pink lips, trying for the fucking life of him to not cum in blanks right now.Â
He does, actually.
Again. And again and again- spazzing cockhead jerking out a few wispy wet ribbons of his seed, before giving way into nothing. And if you listened closely to the crackling audio, you could almost hear Geto whimper.
Yet, he doesnât even notice until his thumb swipes shakily onto that red end button on the video.
Doesnât even register until heâs pulling up his infamously lewd Twitter account, the voice of his agent ringing in his pounding ears from today on something about âpromo for your upcoming videoâ with every few hasty clicks on-screen.
Geto posts.
And he doesnât even glance a second time at the screen before darting back into his browser history, searching ravenously for any more morsel of you he could dig up.
Because Geto Suguru might just be addicted.
@GetoTheCursed: For @ScreenQueen
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Top replies:
moresenpaimore: holy shit the lighting? the shakiness? the whimpers? ITS ALMOST LIKE HE POSTED JUST AS HE CAME DADDY YOURE SPOILING US!!1!111!!Â
tjzenin: Good taste, kid. - Toji x.
ScreenQueen: <3
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âYâlook so pretty like this, sweetheart.â Gojoâs angling your head just enough for the blinking camera to drink in that milky trail of slick trickling down the corners of your puffed-up pussy lips. Musing at how it probably couldnât capture half as how pretty you are with his massive cock bullied snugly into your strugglingly bulging cunt. âIsnât that right, Suguru?â
âHeh-â The other man only shifts his legs to manspread more comfortably on Gojoâs plush mattress, leaning back on two elbows. âDonât I know.â
hj.eromytits: ahhh~ a suguru and satoru stream my life is complete~ screen queen is so sexy too~
444stayze: WE NEED MORE COLLABS LIKE THIS SATORU PLEASE
chocho: sheâs soâŚbeautifulÂ
*chocho donated 690 chestnuts*
If Geto Suguru was the king of videos, then Gojo Satoru was the king of streaming. Wracking thousands upon hundred thousands - perhaps close to millions - that watched him strip down and bare the winking camera with his cocky, girthing inches. And today, he just-so-happened to have a special guest.
Two, actually, after hearing about your latest film with each other.
His long-time best friend, and the rookie actress heâd been just as obsessed with lately. And the tons of viewers right now were loving this combination.
Your greedy hips squirm ravenously, jostling Gojoâs cock to swirl in syrupy, circular swivels inside your gooey walls. Yet, you couldnât do anything with the thick, black blindfold wrapped around your two wrists - a staple of his persona. âG-gojo-â
Smack!
All five of his splayed-out fingers come down harshly in a swat against the curve of your ass, and Geto canât help but gulp heavily at the sinful way it makes your flesh jiggle.Â
Gojoâs tangling a vice-like grip into your scalp - eyes wide, wild, where heâs leering down at you. âNow now, youâre sâpposed to look at hah- me.â he whines. Shit- when had you even turned to look at Geto. âAnd what was it I told ya to call me?â
âT-To-â
Smack!
âLouder.â
âToru!â you squeal, feeling his leaky tip brush up in a wet nudge against your bulbous g-spot. Expanding even girthier to hit at that little bullseye over and over-
âSuch a s-slutty voice ya got on ya.â His sharp hipbones mashing against tender skin, stifling balls stinging your ass, juddering knees bouncing even faster. It was so fucking addictive sheathing himself inside the tight channel of your cunt. So hot and cozy inside that Gojo has to force himself to rip his line of sight onto Geto just behind you, âDoes sh-she always sound so sweet, Suguru?â
And Gojoâs not surprised - not even the tiniest bit surprised - to find that his best friend already has his silken button-up ripped open, ringed fingers stuffed into his too-tight pants.Â
AddictiveâŚyou were so addictive.Â
And heâs almost jealous that heâd introduced you to him on this stream.
Tearing away his clinking belt to knead over his rock-hard erection, drawling the very rounded edges of his fingers down his cupped balls. Squeezing. Hard. Geto looks so utterly like he has to force himself to breathe out something even slightly coherent, âHmmm, hard to say with the way she was on her knees last time- heheh-â
âSuch a dog ya are-â Gojoâs rolling his watery eyes, before pecking a wet glissade of his lips down onto yours. The woosh of donations flood the chat as soon as Getoâs letting out a roughened growl, âDontcha ngh- a-agree, sweetheart? So mean, hm? The chat certainly seems ta think s-so.â
âMhmââ youâre crying out - difficult, with the way he was sunken in so solidly inside of you. At Gojoâs sheer mercy.Â
Mercy that was slowly dwindling away with each and every slobbering fuck up into your dripping cunt, and you canât help but let your jaw drop into a needy oh when his ragged thrusts get faster. More desperate.Â
Peppering damp pecks along Gojoâs innocently pink lips, âS-so mean, Sugu.â
âYa hear that?â Gojo swipes his thumbs across your sloppy folds to bear you even further into the camera, and with Getoâs lolling gaze he could just peek the way your sodden hole was gaping widely. How his peaking veins massage your entrance through and forth- âOur girl says youâre a meanie, Sugu~â
candybah: GETO LOOKS MADDDÂ
k-en.j: she looks so cockdrunk already honestly idk who i want to be here
pumk1nhe1d: Love how Satoru winds him up. Wonder if her poor cunt can take both??
And Geto knew that your voice was absolutely dripping with teasing want, he knew that it meant nothing more than a simple line to get him worked up. But the way Gojoâs jittery arms were engulfing you to stick to him so closely, his knowing smirk flashing Getoâs way had him huffing out a pointed few profanities.Â
âFuck that.â heâs spitting getting up onto two unsteady feet to shuffle even closer to where your bodies were rocking the decadent bed violently. Tying back his dark tresses urgently - and oh shit, thatâs when you know heâs serious. And one of Getoâs fingers smack! away Gojoâs, searing his own possessive grip onto the blindfold to haul you against his washboard abs. âOpen.â
Fuck, itâs just about all that you can do.
Slopping out your tongue to present your glistening tastebuds - right on par for Geto to be splattering a thick wad of saliva.Â
Letting the translucent slick sift across your mouth, and with years in the game, Geto Suguru already had perfect aim. He couldâve already made an easy, clean work of spitting in your mouth.
But, no, heâs speckling wet little messes around your lips on purpose. Swiping it away with the very back of his slender fingers, âNow, would you care to repeat- that?â
Every truncated drag of his moans is punctuated by a ragged rut of Getoâs hips against the globes of your ass. The remainder of his free hands being sure to press your arched body even further backwards into him.Â
You feel him throb against your heated skin, his fat girth jostling to make you hump down on everything from the very globular edges of his tip all the way down to where his fat balls were kissing up into you stickily. Gushing out steaming hot wave after wave of precum that formed delicate strings to snap!
Smack!
âCâmon now, sweetheart~â Gojoâs slow tut makes you squeal. âSânot nice to leave someone hah- hanging.â
Batting your teary lashes up at Geto, youâre struggling through your relentless restraints to try and crane up into a kiss. And Geto - ever the bully - makes you work for it, barely moving. âMâm-sorry-â
âThatâs not what I asked-â his hot breath puffs up dangerously to fan your ear. Cool rings on his digits burning a blazing pathway up to your neglectedly hardened nipples, making you keen out such whiny sounds when he pinches. âTell me what you said.â
âS-said-â youâre sobbing out. The double stimulation of Gojoâs ravaged cockheadbumping up into your spongy cervix, and the way that Getoâs thumbs were swirling over in pressurized circles over your tits too much. â-said you were m-mean hngh- didnât mean i-it ah fuck-â
âAre you sure?â
âYou really are s-such a hngh- bully, Suguru.â
âTch, shut up-â And Geto would never admit the way that he was humping you like such a dog. Panting - heaving, practically - with every sodden grind, his teeth tug harshly on your precious ear lobe. â-at least Iâm gonna be the one t-to make her cum.â
Gojoâs rolling his eyes, pecking a sudden crash into the very same spot of your g-spot. âNo I will.â
âAs if, ya had to borrow my camera t-today jusâ to capture how gorgeous she is.â
Both Gojo and Getoâs lips mesh into yours now, tongues bumping into each other, swirling across yours so lewdly. Sucking and nibbling along any inch of yourself that you would give them. Anything that they could take.Â
Heâs bucking his hips sloppily, drawing wet gashes between your pre-soaked lips, and nudging against where Gojo was buried so deep. Too much.
Murmuring into your lips, Geto giggles - giggles every-so-drunkenly in a way that made the stream chat flood. âHeh, if ya really mean it then cum fâme, honey.â
Fuck- then, you do.
Itâs hitting both you and Gojo like a sudden semi-truck.Â
Yelping out a saturated mixture of what sounded like both their names before your gushy walls squeeze tightly. So fucking cozy that Gojo has to stuff one of his long fingers into your quivering hole just to scissor your entrance open, to fuck you through your high.
His fat girth edging you through peak after peak of bliss, your toes curl, mouth still latched firmly with Getoâs. Spazzing cock bawling out a few silvery strings of white down your back - just barely. âMy good girl- good- hah- fuckinâ girl.â
âAwww. Look, Suguru-â The other man titters, bringing up his free hand to swipe across your now freshly wet cheeks. âYa really are a meanie, huh? You made her cry.â
Geto only rolls his dark eyes, that particular remark making him take it out on you - because oh, he might not be fucking you tonight, but it was so utterly fun to rip out those whiny syllables from your pretty mouth. Heâs tugging on your nipple with one hand, the other dipping slowly to swat! at your plump clit. âWell, I also made her cum.â
âHah? No way, that was me-â
âIâll beat you up right here, right now, Satoru.â
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God, times like this, you almost hated your profession.
Because yes, despite everything, the pay you received was staggering - but absolutely no amount of money was enough to compensate for the complete and utter asshole that was Naoya Zenin.Â
And especially not filming with him.
A nepo baby that had climbed his way through the ranks with the help of his family name; most of his audience came to watch him fail utterly pathetically at trying to boss his co-stars around and ultimately end up whining with just the slightest little squeeze of your cunt.Â
To watch him be broken and sobbing for mercy - exactly the way you preferred him.Â
Anything but this-
â-câmon- just one night, baby-â Naoyaâs purring voice sleazes across your ears, and you ignore him to clutch your thin robe even tighter around your body. Thankful that the filming and clean-up was finally over. âPromise Iâll have you seeing stars.â
When he didnât even have you seeing your climax? You want to ask, but unfortunately hold back - for your agentâs reputation, if anything else.Â
Plastering on an almost-painful faux smile, âI think we spent more than enough time together on-set.â
With that, you shift off the bed to weave determinedly through the bustling camera staff and the director calling out for the editing crew - you didnât even know where you were going, at this point.Â
But Naoya Zenin was persistent, if not anything else.Â
Catching up hurriedly, his fingers tap down the side of your shoulder, gliding over the peaking strap of that pretty pink bra youâd worn just for the shoot today - something special your very own viewers had picked out.Â
You stand stock-still in the middle of the room when he murmurs into your ear, âPlayinâ hard to get isnât cute, yâknow. Just give in-â
SWAT!
âExcuse me-â Youâre grinning through the slight sting at the back of your hand - because oh, it was impossible not to smile at the utter look of shock on Naoyaâs sharp features the very instant his hand had been smacked away mercilessly. Fuming. Undeterred, your eyes shift down warningly between his legs, â-before I make sure you can never work in this industry again.â
âW-wait-â
But who would bother to wait before making their escape? Not even looking - not even caring - about where you make your sudden strides to.Â
SLAM!
The door closes. Hard.Â
And you breathe out a shuddering sigh of relief when the cacophony of noise from outside bleeds away into nothingness, like a stifling little cocoon inside.
Fuck- where had your feet even taken you?
It takes a few blinking seconds at the rows upon rows of skimpy lingerie and outfits for you to realize that youâd shut yourself in the costume room just outside of your current set. And a few more seconds to realize that you werenât alone-
âOh!â you gasp. And you donât even know whether to look - where to not look at the absolute wet dream in front of you.Â
Geto Suguru was standing unabashedly in the middle of the room, long hair splayed out across his back - and you could count every swirling tattoo of his. Because he was painfully shirtless. Showing off the sculpted ridges and curves of his muscles that flexed a just a little tighter whenever your greedy gaze was dancing down his bulging biceps, his inked hips, his-
âCat got yer pretty tongue, honey?â
âWh-wha-â you sputter. Fingers scrambling upwards to cover your eyes - before realizing how futile that is with how youâve seen everything already. âCat got your ability to change in the changing stalls instead of where everyone can see, Geto?â
He cocks his smug head, grinning down at you. âWell, it doesnât look like youâre complaining, though?â
âYouâre too much.â
Throwing that thin cotton t-shirt grasped within his digits somewhere off to the side - perhaps to toy with your sanity even more. He crosses his thick forearms, showing off every bumpy vein of his. âBesides- I was here first- helping out olâ Nanami with a costume. The more important question should be why the Screen Queen of all people is barging in here?â Lips quirking attractively upwards, âWanted to see me shirtless again so badly, hm?â
You did.
âYou wish.âÂ
Youâre rolling your eyes, and you never knew how close someone could get to you just within that split-second. Because youâre already feeling the feverish rush of his ragged breath against your features, skin burning mere inches from yours.Â
Close.Â
With a gulp, youâre careening back against the velvety walls. âMore like wanted to run away from Naoya Zenin and his dates so badly.â
So close.Â
âAh.â Getoâs nodding with understanding. Running a hand through his hair, he easily slips that tiny black tie into his mouth. Moving to bunch up his strands into a ponytail, âNeed me to beat him-â
You cut him off, âNo no no-â Frantically waving your hands about - partially because you really didnât want him to leave right now. âI took care of it, anyway.â
âThatâs my girl.âÂ
And something about the honeyed way he hummed those words made your stomach lurch, it had you panting out a needy breath into the almost non-existent space between you two. One of his palms splay out on the wall beside your head, caging you in. Getoâs greedy gaze daring for a mere split-second to the CCTV camera by the far corner of the room - eh, Ichiji is probably on break, anyway. âThen I guess, my next question isâŚâ
God, heâs so mean.
So teasing.
Reaching up to trail down the very end of his pointer finger in-between the seam of your robes - doing practically nothing to hide the way that Geto licks his lips at every sliver of your skin revealed.Â
Down between the valley of your breasts, down to your navel.Â
Down, down, down.
â-did he take care of you?â
Youâre stammering your head into a half-delirious shake, âH-he didnât make me-â
Geto makes an almost primal snarl at the very back of his throat, darkened eyes widening. He sounds so out-of-breath already. âMake you what?â
â-didnât make me cum!â
And oh, those words changed everything.
âThen I guess I better make up for my colleagueâs incompetence, right?â
Because not only did they have Geto Suguruâs sanity snapping, it had your poor, drenched panties as well - stumbling around your ankles in a useless pile of fabric with only one thorough pull of his deftly curled digits.
âSo flimsy.â heâs raising one dark brow, sharp canines glinting against the dim lighting in amusement. âYet it still wasnât broken- Goes ta show what a hah- great time ya had with Naoya, huh?â
âPlease- D-donât tease-â
What did you even mean to say- donât tease you? he wonders. As if he ever could. Half-drunkenly, half-deliriously because Geto couldnât get fucking enough of anything but the way that your pretty pussy was winking up at him with a glistening sheen. So puckered and ready for him that he wanted to give her a little kiss.Â
A French kiss.
âShhh- better keep âer quiet fâme, gorgeous-â heâs chuckling, hurried now that his knees clatter to the floor with a loud bang! Maybe it hurt, maybe it didnât- Geto didnât fucking care. âBecause mânot going easy on you.â
And with a raw drag of his heaving inhales, heâs drinking in your mouthwatering essence. Greedy.
Glissading up the very slit between your puffy pussy lips, heâs curling his thumb meanly into your sloppy hole. Circling around in practiced, purposeful little swipes.Â
âG-Getoââ heâs quietly admiring the way it rolls off of your tongue, and fuck heâs never been one to be cocky over his own name but right now it was so fucking impossible not to be. Batting long, dark lashes from between your trembly thighs, âSo mean, yâknow that?â
Oh, you little minx. Getoâs brain flashes back to the stream with his best friend-
And he canât help the sultry rasp of your name at the very back of his throat, the way his ringed fingers come branding down in such a dangerous swat! right against the plump edge of your clit- barely grazing your sensitively beading peak.
A warning.Â
âWhat was that?â he spits. Followed by a literal wad of his syrupy saliva right onto the slope of your hole watching the splatters speckle across your drooling cunt. It felt so possessive. âIf Iâm so mean, then you should find it- heh, sooo fucking easy to stay quiet, hm?â Wild eyes locked with yours - youâve never seen this look anywhere in Getoâs films. Anywhere. âWouldnât wanna be caught with the big- bad- meanie-â
Shit, it was something to tease him - something to get on your longtime idolâs nerves. But youâd never have expected the effect that it would have.
Because Geto was ravenous when his lips are placing a messy kiss onto your own - your other ones. Meshing a sultry glide of his tongue between your swollen folds, his tongue piercing so cold against your tight ring of muscle.
He wasnât easing you in.
He wasnât showing you any mercy or regret when Geto stuffs his face as deeply into the heaven between your legs as he could go. And it almost hurts him when his nose smushes harshly into your sensitive nub, when his jaw aches with just how much farther he couldnât sink into your pretty pussy.Â
Groaning, one of Getoâs splayed-out palms wrangles your ever-weakening legs onto his broad shoulders, the other toying taunting circles sailing all over your clit. Because he wanted more more more-
âNgh- fuck!â Your unsteady fingers dangle their way through his silken strands - as soft to the touch as they looked. And you tug when you feel the silvery cold metal dart against your melty walls - not that it moved him even an inch. âFuck that feels so good-â
âI know-â heâs smirking up at you. âNâ it sounds like e-everyone out there sâgonna know, too- heh. I donât mind.â
God, thatâs when it hits you to lower the volume of your honeyed moans. Biting down on the knuckles of your free hand, you level him with a glare.Â
âL-look whoâs talking-â
Geto only chuckles through the sopping wet squelches heâs reeling out from your cunt. Fingers now dripping downwards with a final pinch to your clit and onto your hole. âSânot my fault your p-pretty pussyâs so talkative, honey.â
âG-Geto-â
âShhh, lemme hear her talk. Please?â
You gasp when you feel him plowing a trail of his thick digits into your already snugly-filled channel. Such a tight fit with both Getoâs rummaging fingers and his toasty tongue slurping up every bead of your juices.Â
Theyâre swirling around you with reckless abandon, no longer the expert methods and tricks you were used to. No, Geto was pumping his fingers into you solely because he was addicted to the feeling.Â
To the loud slurps and squelches resounding from down below with his miniscule movements.
âHeheh, yeahhh- so fucking mouthy she is. Might as well have s-someone overhear her.â He grunts, feeling your gummy walls clamp down on him so vice-like. And it takes him every shred of willpower to finally part his sinful way with your cunt, to drag his lips in a final kiss down your wet folds. âHold on- got an idea.â
Fuck.Â
An idea from Geto Suguru would never bode well for your sanity.
And you were completely right in assuming so, because in a split-second, heâs reaching down to his pants pocket - pulling out a glinting silver lip ring. One that finds itself placed so prettily near the very edge of Getoâs rawly rubbed pink lips.Â
One that finds itself wrapped oh-so-deliciously around your clit. Sucking.Â
More.Â
âHeh, youâre the first one to hah- see me with this new lip ring- congrats-â
âL-lucky me-â you manage to choke out. Hips rutting up and down up and down from the wall, dragging your slobbering cunt all down to make-out with his gorgeous features - and Geto doesnât look like heâs anywhere but heaven. âIt feels- so so- mmpf-â
Without warning, his thorough digits find themselves rudely shoved between your jaw-dropped mouth. Metal rings cold. Thick. Pressing down at the back of your tongue-
âHeheh- what did I say-â heâs dragging his mouth backwards to tug on your weepy clit. Other set of fingers picking apart your sweetest spots inside, ruthless cadence picking up. âQuiet, honey- be quiet fâme like my good girl why- ah- why dontcha?â
Truthfully, Geto himself is finding it so fucking difficult to concentrate.Â
Heâs so sloppy. So loud.Â
He feels like he could combust with every shuddering gush of your sweet, sweet juices down the lover half of his face. So much of it that itâs dripping down into a lewd puddle onto the floor.
And heâs forced to swivel his free hand punishingly into your mouth to stop himself from traveling it down to his pants and creaming all over it like some loser. God- no- he had to make you cum. And fast. Before he loses it.Â
âCâmon, my pretty lady-â Geto bursts out in feverish hot pants breathed into your cunt, mouth rearing everywhere. And the stark contrast between his cool lip ring and his mouth made you shiver down your spine in white-hot pleasure. Hot and cold hot and cold- âCan ya hear that?â
Ah, damn. Just your luck - both your ears perk up at the distance resounding of footsteps. Close.
You tug on his long strands. Through muffled syllables, âG-getoââ
Closer.
âSâalright sâalright-â heâs snickering, sounding for all the world as relaxed as ever like he wasnât two seconds away from being caught with a fellow actress in one of the most scandalous positions for even a porn company. â-jusâ cum fâme. Cum fâme, honey.â
Your cunt was so sensitive. Youâre whimpering through his fingers once Geto presses in deeply onto that magical spot. Stars bursting behind your eyes- âMâgonna cum, Geto- so close. Mâgonna- mâgonna-â
You didnât have to finish your sentence.
Because with only a few bustling thrusts of his digits into that very same bullseye, youâre cumming all over Getoâs pretty face. Splattering his chiseled chin in a sheeny gloss of you, so filthy.
And he lets you - oh, he lets you. Why wouldnât he?
Not when this is all that heâs been dreaming of ever since he had you that one time on set, not when you tasted so sweet spurting your juices down his tongue. Kittenish kisses lapping up every wet gash of slick, his fingers strain with how furiously heâs fucking you through your high.
âOh- oh, honeyâ â The only mantra that Geto can babble out pussydrunkenly, quirking up his hips to grind his rock-hard erection against your thigh. God, he felt like he could cum in his pants right now. âThaâs right- use me- use me.â
Forcing his jittery fingers down to your hips in a rough restraint, heâs dragging your drooling cunt up and down up and down up and-
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
âHey- ya in here?â
Click! In an instant, Getoâs long arm span is reached over to lock the door.Â
And god, Naoyaâs voice was grating enough that he almost lost his rock-hard erection - if it hadnât been for that sweetly startled mewl ripping from your throat, that is.Â
You scoff, fully ready to give him a piece of your - albeit syrupy, orgasmically hazed - mind to the man outside. But with a sneaky finger signaling you to be quiet, he stands back up to his hulking stature. Growling out a biting, âOnly one in hereâs me, fuck off.â
Only then comes the sputtering, âWh-why Iâd never-â
âUnless ya want your lilâ idol Toji to hear about how youâve been nothing but a prick to his favorite actress.â
Itâs barely even a second later when you hear those footsteps walking urgently away, and not even two when Getoâs hot breath puffs up against your ear. Words slurring and stumbling over one another, gliding his tongue across his lower lip to snatch up every ounce of you. âDonât you worry-â Before sucking on the very same fingers that were buried inside you, âMâgonna ruin him.â
And thatâs all it takes for him to remember something else youâd said about that very man just earlier. Something about a dateâŚas if.
âKiss me- kiss me kiss me please-â Getoâs mouth hovers over yours. Gingerly placing peck after peck- âFuck- s-suck-â Not even having to finish his sentence with how your heated lips wrapped around his icy lip ring, dripping with your slick. âNâ I was th-thinking- would ya- only if youâd like- wanna make a movie-â
âYes.â
Hah, Geto grins. Take that, Satoru.
LOCATION: CCTV room, Jujutsu X company building.
Employee count - 1Â
âFuck- fuck-â Ichijiâs struggling to push up his condensation-fogged glasses with one of his slippery hands. Fingers trembling on the keyboard when heâs rewinding the camera footage in the costume room by just a few more seconds. âOh god- mâgonna get f-fired-â
Again.
And again.
And again and-
âShit-â heâs shuddering out, head woozy at the sheer overstimulation. Belt clattering against the plastic of his chair for about the nth time this hour. â-she really is a screen queen.â
---
Geto Suguru planned everything meticulously - till every detail was checked off on his seasoned mental list of making the perfect homemadeâŚmovie.Â
Not exactly something that heâd tried out personally before but- but who better to do it than with you? And he swears with every bit of insincere honesty inside of him that this was totally not because heâd been yearning to feel you cumming all over his cock for months now.Â
YeahâŚtotally not.
So he planned.
And he had everything - the heady candle-lit bedroom, the fresh silken sheets, the soft music playing from a speaker somewhere across the room. The only undecided thing being the name of your little tryst. Prowling over to you sat on the bed - all it takes is a simple shove to spread you out the way heâs been dreaming of. Humming, âYou ready?â
Well, everything except-
âG-Geto, how are we gonna make a movie with no camera-â
Shit, that was the last thing on Getoâs mind right now - just about the furthest thing, despite being the very epicenter of his entire career.
Everything he needed.
But no fucking camera.
Oh.Â
âShit.â heâs chuckling - somewhat gingerly, somewhat pussydrunkenly with just a glimpse of you splayed out like this on his plush bed. In another one of you gauzy lingerie sets, leaving barely anything for his overdriven imagination to obsess over. Heâs scratching behind his neck, âWe can st-â
âNo-â And Geto looks just as shocked as you feel right now, skin heating up with embarrassment at your hasty answer.Â
But oh, that only makes him take it in stride - makes him slide his hand underneath his velvety boxers to knead greedily at his thumping hot erection. Grinning, âThe Screen Queen doesnât want to be on screen? How shocking.â
But it wasnât.
God, because he could already see that darkening splotch at your silk drenched panties. The way your lower lip wobbled with so much want - heâd already watched enough of your videos to recognize it by now.Â
Heâs nosing down your neck, drinking in each of your little shivers. âHow do you want me?â
And all you can say is- âI just want you-â
Swat!
The rounded tips of Gojoâs fingers find themselves placing a pretty peck right on your pulsating clit, sending obscene shockwaves bowing your spine. Right into his arms, âYou a-always say the sweetest things, honey.â
You hiss at the cool clash of his proud Prince Albert - and the way that one of Getoâs dangling silver necklaces knock into your chin softly.Â
And heâs groaning, just throwing his head back at the flurry of stars bursting behind his eyes. Hands gripping onto the edges of his sheets, Geto slides his hips in a slow back and forth against your own. Sandwiching the circular girth of his cock between your sodden folds, they make such a pretty scene.Â
âTell me, pretty babyââ His fingers smear at the wet drizzles seeping from either side of your slit. â-do ya get this wet for the c-camera too or sâit jusâ for me?â But youâre only spewing out a few nods and syrupy yeses, gushing all around him that he canât help but wonder what it would like bursting with him inside-Â
He doesnât have to bother waiting long.
Now, usually Geto liked to take his time - would prefer to see you crying and breaking while you beg for his cock more than anything else.
But shit, right now he thinks that a second longer he isnât buried inside your cunt might make him die-
âCâmon câmon câmon-â heâs hissing at the elastic stretch of that first ring of muscle. Easing his way in to bulge your sloppy entrance all full with just the very ends of his bulbous tip. âTake it- please, please take it-â
Geto canât keep the slight tremble out of his tone even if he wanted to - not with the way your gooey cunt was molding around his shape to suck up every inch of him. And god, was there so much of him. Itâs like it was never-ending.Â
âShit-â your nails reel red, red marks down the milky plane of his deltoids. âI-I can feel you in my hngh- lungs, Geto-â
He chuckles - all the way into your lungs and heâs not even halfway in, yet? Hell, fuck halfway in, heâd just managed to smear past your swollen pussy lips to rut his fat head inside. Hissing at the clench of your walls around his sensitive slit.Â
âSuguru-â he gasps, eyes still wrenched down on the way your cunt was greedily gobbling him up. âP-please if you can call that hah- fuckass âSatoruâ, then call me Suguru, please-â
Itâs all that has to come out of your mouth - a sweet, syrupy âSugu-â
Oh.
Oh, shit.
You feel yourself gulping down every one of his solid inches, a sheer circumference that you never even thought possible- the friction between your gummy walls and his furiously jackhammering cock having you squeal-
Smack!Â
Finally fully inside you, your pussy lips kiss his thickened hilt like long lost lovers, and his heavy balls shift against your ass.
âDonât- donât run-â Getoâs sputtering out a slightly broken plea, pure desperation wafting off of him like a heady perfume. It was contagious. And his rough fingers grip tightly around your waist, jousting up the dampening blankets all around your body when he pulls and pulls and pulls- âFuck, whereâd you think youâre going, huh, honey?â
His tone was just dripping with something dark, something you can only sputter and drool to match when every nook and spongy cranny inside is being filled up with Getoâs fat cock.Â
And it twitches inside you happily - if heaven was real then it felt like this, Geto muses already thoroughly pussydrunk.Â
âMâm-not running away-â youâre pouting a slick-glossed pout up at him. One that he canât help but crane his neck down in an instant to kiss away. âYouâre just s-so big- bigger than on camera-â
Fuck.
You wouldâve shut your babbling mouth sooner if youâd known what would happen.
Because the rotund edges of Getoâs cockhead only swells up wider, squirting out even thicker wads of his steamingly hot precum with every mindless, saturated grind. Ones just to fit in- more and more, even after heâs finding himself kissing a wet glide down the ends of your cervix. Making sure to brand that edge of his piercing onto every gooey wall.Â
âGod- yâreally know how to drive me c-crazy-â Getoâs dark hair curtains either side of your head, and you almost donât notice the way he swipes up two hands underneath your thighs to press you into a mean mating press. Letting you latch on limply while he leaves to swat at one of your hands cupping your pussy, âNâ move that hand- fuck- mâgonna fuck that outta ya.â
And he does.Â
The mattress creaks in loud protests when heâs pummeling you with stupidly rude clashes of his weepy tip onto the edges of your g-spot - already expertly mapped out by him now - heâs feeling the sloshy mixture recoil with each thrust. So much of it. âSuch a pretty pussy- such p-pretty moans, makes me wanna keep it tâmyself-â
God, heâs wanted you for what seems like forever - and he was going to take it.
Panting hotly against your mouth, heavals. Drunk on your messy kisses and the way your pussy lips were bulging with the struggle to take him - but still milking him so needily. âTie up my h-hair, honey, wanna see that pretty face of yours proper.â
All you can do is blink back the wall of tears thatâd made its home in your eyes, trembly fingers taking ahold of Getoâs thin, black hair tie.Â
But you didnât expect it to be so difficult.Â
Because any moment you were even slightly close to bunching up enough of his locks, heâs planting a thorough trail of kisses down your cervix. Before ending with the very showstopper - at your g-spot.
And one look up into Getoâs half-lidded eyes told you one thingâŚhe was doing this on purpose.Â
Your legs knock-knee in an almost engulfing way around his heavily swallowing throat, muttering out in a tone that you probably thought was threatening - but that Geto found so cute. âIâm onto you, sir-â
Fuck.
Fuck, maybe you were threatening.
He didnât expect that evil little nickname to slip past your lips - and you didnât expect Geto to swipe up a devious thumb up your clit in retaliation. Pretty, puckering lips trailing up the valley of your breasts, âI have no idea what you oh- mean, Screen Queen.â
And despite how you were huffing and puffing, your pussy was so clingy all around him. Hips bumping up in slight bucks fully off of the bed in a pathetic attempt to match Getoâs sloppy cadence.Â
Completely starstruck at the sheer pressurized thrusts you were being ruthlessly dealt with - and you half-lucidly swear you could count stars over your head.
âDo it-â His lips kiss down your winking eyes, ringed fingers cold against your own now. â-do it, honey- you can do it. Might be the Screen Queen but youâre my slut, arentcha?â
God, itâs like his words were hypnotic - maybe they were.
And you dredge up every single bit of will in your trembly body to push past the way that he was absolutely ravaging you inside.Â
Pound after pound of his swollen cock, the chilling cold metal of his dick piercing helping you discover forbidden sweet spots inside you that you didnât even realize existed.Â
So merciless that heâs slipping out a few inches by accident- only to let out a shuddering gasp, eyes shooting almost-comically wide open before sheathing his way in again. Even deeper - youâre being crushed with the weight of one of his knees pressing down on your body.
Over and over-
âWanna- hah- wanna cum so badly-â your words prattle out delicately. Fingers searing across his scalp, and the way that you tug makes him hiss. It makes him rut, it makes him slam his hips down bruisingly. âPlease-â
He leaves a slurping wet kiss on your neck - and another with his fingers onto the hood of your clit. Rolling over with the angled curve of his thumb. Obviously, having you drop a few tresses of his hair- âHeh, maybe t-tie my hair properly nâ Iâll let ya cum- you know sâa staple of my hngh- videos.â
So infuriating, it makes you clench.
That sleazy grin plastered across Getoâs face was unfairly sexy, and so was the way his body was wracking with sudden shivers. Boasting down every curve and muscle, forcing him to fall onto his elbows-
âHngh- nâ you call me the rookie-â Your smug grin curves upwards at the way that Geto was so tangibly pussydrunk, the way his hips squelch sloppier into your own. The dripping wet noises so obscene that you could feel your cunt drenching even further with each emanating one.
âGod, youâre in for it-â heâs spitting out a few slews of swears against your dangling open mouth. Pinching meanly at your clit. âYouâre in- hah- youâre sooo in for it-â
But then Geto sees white - and so do you.
Whether from the crashing pleasure of your orgasm, or the way that he was suddenly pumping out thick ribbons of cum into your snugly filled cunt, you have no idea. And you donât even have the rational brain capacity to even wonder right now.Â
Because Geto was fucking you through your high like he hated you, rutting up like an animal. And you were sure that if his canines were just a tinge sharper, theyâd be drawing blood with how hard he was sinking them into the crook of your neck.Â
Only deeper, more feral, with every pump of his spazzing cock - gushing out in boatloads of syrupy cum. It thwacks! against the utterly bruised and battered wet surface of your cervix, before dripping down, down, down to your g-spot.
And thereâs so much.Â
Such velvety volumes that ooze down in creamy dredges from the very purse of your pussy lips to form a milky ring around his ruddied base. It inflates your constricting walls from the inside - and yet, still not enough.
He presses one hand down to feel for that bump where youâd been filled to the brim. Sure to add more - to paint your dripping insides white until he was shooting blanks the same way heâd done to simply the thought of you. The idea makes him moan-
No, it makes him whimper.
âStill havenât hngh f-finished tying my hair, honey.â Getoâs mouth leaves possessive marks down your neck. And his sensitive hips dart with a simple, sullying gyration, smiling, âEither you hngh finally do it properly like a good girl th-this time nâ we make a movie or- we go see one. This weekend. You and me. Your choice, Screen Queen.â
A/N. This got LONG but OHH PIERCED GETO MY BELOVED.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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𼲠With the way my period went last week, this fic was on my brain constantly. But my god, Bug, I needed time to digest this masterpiece. (I've also saved various of your other works in my drafts to comment on later. I apologize for the reblog spam that is about to happen.)
Kay, now. Let's dive in, shall we? đĽ°
Joel wakes up early the next morning and greets you with a kiss pressed to the side of your head. âFuck off,â you mumble, your voice is still thick with sleep but he knows you mean it so he lets you sleep in a bit while he cleans the bathroom for you. He works as quietly as he can, scrubbing it and mopping it from top to bottom. He empties the trash can and the laundry hamper, he makes sure thereâs a fresh bar of soap and a new washrag for you. Joelâs just finishing up and wiping dust from the mirror when you find him in the bathroom. âMorninâ, sunshine,â he says as he kisses the top of your head. âHow do you feel?â
What a sweet, sweet, kind man. If I woke up to a freshly cleaned bathroom while on my period, I'd probably cry.
âI didnât ask you to do that,â you mumble. âThe bleach you used makes my head hurt worse.â
𼲠Ma'am. I get it. But. The sweet man.
If looks could fuckinâ kill, Joel thinks. Youâre glaring at him. He takes that as his cue to leave. You shrink away from him as he gently brushes your arm when he walks past, then shut the door loudly behind him. Ouch. Joel knows not to take it personally, though. Youâre crampy, but youâre also probably hungry. Heâll make you breakfast, something with protein because he knows you need it.Â
Sorry, did you say saint??? Saint Joel???
âI didnât hear ya, sweetheart. Speak up, please.â âI said yes,â you snap. Your clipped tone cuts like a knife. Joel bites his inner cheek as he takes your plate from you.
đŤ The disrespect. The bitten cheek. (Loved that bit. His annoyance is growing, but he's still keeping his cool. Again, did someone say saint??)
âNo. I donât care,â you interrupt, which hurts Joelâs feelings a little. A lot, actually.
S' OKAY, SWEET BABY. C'MERE. MAMA'S GOT YOU.
âYour glasses broke.â âYeah. I see that.â âI didnât mean to,â you tell him defensively. âRight.â âBut you really shouldnât leave your glasses there, Joel.â
Breaking the silence, Joel finally clears his throat and continues his thought, âIâm gonna give you two options,â Joel says. âYou can walk the fuck away from me, or you can get on your knees. Whichever you choose, you do so silently. Nod if you understand.âÂ
âYouâve earned yourself brownie points choosinâ the latter of the two options, but this still ainât gonna be fun for you,â he says.
S' okay 𼲠I was a bitch 𼲠I deserve it 𼲠Do with me as you please đĽ˛đĽ˛đĽ˛
He draws out of your mouth entirely only to force his way back in, making you gag and sputter. You attempt to pull away but Joel keeps his hand firm on your head and holds you right where he wants you. âNuh-uh. I donât know where you think youâre goinâ, hon.â
âQuiet,â he growls. âHeard fuckinâ enough outta you today. You keep quiet.â
𫡠Sir yes, sir.
âLet it be a lesson to ya, then, if it hurts. That mouth âa yours has done nothinâ but bitch and moan at me today. Sâa punishment, ainât âsposed to feel good.â
I have really bad news for you, then. Ahem.
âBecause if I donât fuck you,â he says, âThen Iâm gonna strangle you. So which would you like?â
âI will wash the fucking sheets. We can add it to the list of all the things Iâve done for ya today, hm?â
Ohhh, he's done done. I just *loved* this bit. The frustration, how fed up he is with the reader. Suddenly you're concerned about causing a little bit of work? Oh, hohoho, no no no. Too fucking late.
Joel had assumed sexual frustration had been playing a role in your attitude today. Cramps, headaches, all sorts of things going on with you and a needy, aching pussy to boot. He does feel sorry for you, but he feels sorry for himself too. Itâs why he got his first, but now itâs time for you to get yours. An orgasm should set you straight, or two or three. Whatever he feels is necessary.Â
đŠ Ma'am. Please. I can only take so much. The hotness in just this ONE paragraph. PLEASE. đŠ "An orgasm should set you straight, or two or three. Whatever he feels is necessary." 𼲠I am a puddle on the floor.
Joel takes his free hand and uses it to press down on your lower stomach, intensifying the feeling of it all. You come hard, gushing on his fingers as you whimper his name.
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âQuiet,â he commands. He begins teasing your slit with his cock once more before he speaks, âSo this is what weâre gonna do: youâre gonna take what I give you, however much or little it is. Youâre not gonna cry or complain âcause youâve done enough of that today. Right?â Joel pauses, âNod your head.â
âI know, I know, sweetheart,â he coos at you to quiet you down. âYouâre all out of sorts today. Mâgonna fix it. I always fix it, donât I?â
*inhales* - *screams*
He fucks you without discipline, no tenderness at all to the action with those sloppy thrusts, but youâre more lost in him than he is in you - heâs focused on your face, watching you make an âOâ with your mouth, and heâs focused on your bouncing body, your twitching thighs spread wide. Your moans, your whimpers and your whines, babbling nothing but nonsense. Joelâs brow is furrowed as he breathes heavily through his teeth, his soft body jerking above you as he hits that sweet spot inside you over and over and over⌠âItâs all ya needed, isnât it? The whole goddamn time,â he pants. âDidnât need to go anâ bitch me out all day if you needed lovinâ like this. Woulda been nice fâya just said so.â
đś I have died and am now reading this from the depth of hell. Fuuuuck me!
âAlways the tears with you, huh?â he taunts. âAlways somethinâ. Oh, I know. I know.âÂ
The fucking "I know"s kill me. Like, I didn't know two simple words like that could do the things to me that they're doing. But here we are. Is that a kink? Is there an "I know" kink? I think I have it.
âYouâre gonna tell me what you need,â he instructs, âAnd youâre gonna ask for it. Nicely. So that means usinâ your manners. Please, Joel. Thank you, Joel. Remember those words?â
Youâre surprised when he returns to you, pelvis covered in your blood, and scoops you right up in his arms. He helps you to your feet and on shaky legs, guides you to the bathroom. It no longer smells like bleach but instead, lavender. Heâs got a candle lit on the sink and the bathtub is filled with warm, bubbly water. âPicked out a bubble bath for you earlier when I went out. Wanna test it out with me?â
đđđ SAY IT WITH ME: JOEL MILLER IS A FUCKING SAINT. A SAINT THAT FUCKS, BUT A SAINT NONETHELESS.
Christ on a cracker, this was delicious from start to finish. I think you have had a lasting impact on how I see (and am trying to write) smut. đŽâđ¨đŽâđ¨đŽâđ¨
Thank you indeed. đ A masterpiece!!!!
Seeing Red
âBecause if I donât fuck you,â he says, âThen Iâm gonna strangle you. So which would you like?â
Joelâs sorry that your period sucks, but he's reached the end of his rope with your attitude. (6k)
Tags - 18+ smut, brat taming, blow jobs, face fucking, rough period sex, fingering, mating press, overstimulation and multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare in the form of a shared bubble bath, all things periods and period symptoms so headaches, breast pain, cramps, irritability that reader takes out on Joel. You will feel so bad for being such a cunt to this man but he gets to fill two of your holes with his cum so it all kind of evens out. takes place in jackson Fic help - @beefrobeefcal and @joelsdagger for all of their love and support and eyeballs, @noxturnalpascal and @endlessthxxghts thank you both for being my compass and giving me direction and helping to make this fic perfect. I love you <3 A/N - if you're on your period, i'm sending you a hug <3 if you're not i'm hugging you too
I was reminded of my friend @covetyou's fic "Sleepless" which is a lovely piece of classic literature, just like the rest of her works, and I'd like to credit her for inspo. Thank you Lo đ¤đŠˇđ
You should have guessed thereâd be a bloodstain in your underwear, but despite the headaches, your sore breasts, and your cramping abdomen, youâre surprised when youâre met with rusty red in your panties. Fucking great, you whisper, dripping with sarcasm, this is not what you needed today. You had so many things you wanted to get done and now you were going to be spending the whole day miserable and in pain.
âJoel,â you loudly call out. You wait a beat, nothing. âJOEL,â you yell louder.Â
You hear the faint sound of his recliner, the popping of his knees and the creaking of the stairs as he walks up them. His two feet are visible through the space between the floor and the bathroom door and then he knocks, âWhatcha need, darlinâ?â
âNew underwear,â you answer. âAnd a pad. Also in the underwear drawer.âÂ
Joel walks away and returns with what youâve asked for and slides both items under the door. You change your panties and secure the pad made of old rags and t-shirts with the clothespin attached to it. âYou got it?â he asks.
âYeah,â you reply.
âGuessinâ you just started your cycle, then.âÂ
âMhm.âÂ
âCan I get you anything?â
âNope,â you answer. âI think Iâm just gonna go to bed.âÂ
âAlright. Iâll join you, then.âÂ
 You wash your hands and rinse the bloodstain out of your panties with annoyance in the sink, wringing them out before tossing them in the dirty laundry hamper in the bathroom. When you unlock the door and leave the bathroom, Joelâs already asleep in your shared bed. He sleeps curled on his side and yet he still fucking snores - between that and the pain youâre in, you know it wonât be a restful night of sleep. You look at Joel, sleeping peacefully like a baby, and yet you wanna beat the living fucking crap out of him. You curl your body around his, stealing his body heat to soothe your cramps.Â
Joel wakes up early the next morning and greets you with a kiss pressed to the side of your head. âFuck off,â you mumble, your voice is still thick with sleep but he knows you mean it so he lets you sleep in a bit while he cleans the bathroom for you. He works as quietly as he can, scrubbing it and mopping it from top to bottom. He empties the trash can and the laundry hamper, he makes sure thereâs a fresh bar of soap and a new washrag for you. Joelâs just finishing up and wiping dust from the mirror when you find him in the bathroom. âMorninâ, sunshine,â he says as he kisses the top of your head. âHow do you feel?âÂ
âShitty.â You grab at the mirror and Joelâs skin crawls as you touch the glass with your thumb, the smudges left behind from your fingertips clear as day on the freshly cleaned glass. Heâll just touch it up later. You pull out your toothbrush and frown, your nose scrunched in disgust. âIt smells like bleach in here,â you complain.
âWell, yeah,â Joel chuckles. âI just cleaned it for ya. âCourse it smells like bleach.â
âI didnât ask you to do that,â you mumble. âThe bleach you used makes my head hurt worse.â
âOh,â Joel scratches the back of his head and frowns. âMâsorry, then. Well, we can let it air out for a while, weâll leave the fan on. Shouldnât smell for more than a day or so.â
âYeah, I guess.â
If looks could fuckinâ kill, Joel thinks. Youâre glaring at him. He takes that as his cue to leave. You shrink away from him as he gently brushes your arm when he walks past, then shut the door loudly behind him. Ouch. Joel knows not to take it personally, though. Youâre crampy, but youâre also probably hungry. Heâll make you breakfast, something with protein because he knows you need it.Â
He cleans the kitchen first. He washes the dirty dishes you mustâve forgotten about last night and wipes crumbs from the table. As you come downstairs dressed in sweats and a shirt you stole from Joel, heâs finishing up making your breakfast. âSit down, I made your favorite.âÂ
You sit down at the table with your head in your hands. Joel puts a plate with two slices of perfectly golden brown toast and two over-easy eggs in front of you, then a fork and a knife on either side. He fills a glass with water for you as well. He walks away to clean up the stove, then turns around to check on you. Your face is contorted in disgust and youâre not eating. âWhatâs the matter?â
âI donât want this,â you grouse.
âBut sâyour favorite. You love your eggs over easy,â Joel says. âAnd the toast, thatâs fresh bread and butter. Eat up.âÂ
âYeah, but I wanted scrambled.âÂ
Joel stares at you for a moment, dumbfounded. You usually hate scrambled eggs, and he knows this. But youâre not smirking or holding back laughter like youâre fucking with him. So maybe your tastes have changed, who knows. âOkay. Would you like me to make you scrambled eggs instead, then?â
âYes,â you mumble in a small voice.Â
âI didnât hear ya, sweetheart. Speak up, please.âÂ
âI said yes,â you snap.Â
Your clipped tone cuts like a knife. Joel bites his inner cheek as he takes your plate from you. He quickly scarfs down the perfectly cooked eggs and toast as he makes you a new plate of breakfast, this time with scrambled eggs. He places it in front of you with a little less care than before and waits for you to take a bite. âBetter?â
âJust okay.âÂ
âJust okayâ. Of course you think itâs âjust okayâ, theyâre scrambled fucking eggs - which you donât like. Youâre just being -Â
Joel needs to cool off. Hopefully once youâve eaten youâre a little less irritable. âIâm gonna head out anâ do some errands. Be back shortly,â Heâs met with no answer from you, which he expected.Â
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He comes back an hour or so later with a few things from the market heâs been needing along with a couple of VHS tapes that he rented from the library. âSo,â Joel says, âI picked out some movies for ya.â He lays four tapes down on the coffee table in front of the couch where you lay. âWhen Harry Met Sally, thatâs a good one,â he begins, âNext is How To Lose a Guy In 10 Days, then Blade Runner, and I picked out My Cousin Vinny,â Joel says. He thinks youâre gonna pick out Blade Runner because it stars Harrison Ford, who he knows you have a thing for. âMy Cousin Vinny is pretty good, I donât think weâve seen that one yet fâya wanna give that a try.â
âMmm, no.âÂ
Shot down. âOkay. How âbout Blade Runner, then. Sâgot Indiana Jones in -â
âNo. I donât care,â you interrupt, which hurts Joelâs feelings a little. A lot, actually. âI wanna watch this one,â you point to How To Lose a Guy In 10 Days. âHeâs cute.âÂ
Of course you picked the Matthew McConaughey movie. God, Joel fucking hated him. He always seemed so skeezy, if thereâs anyone who shouldâve bit it on Outbreak Day, it shouldâve been Matthew McConaughey. âYeah, okay. Whatever. Do you think heâs dreamy too?â
âFuck off, Joel.âÂ
So teasingâs off the table too, heâll add that to the list of things that have pissed you off today. Joel turns on the TV and puts the tape in the VHS player before he sits back down next to you. At first you rest on his shoulder, then you spread out and lay your head on his lap. Itâs not long before you fall asleep on Joel, leaving him to watch this dumb fucking movie all by himself because god forbid he move you and disrupt your nap. He knows better than to do that.Â
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âSo fuckinâ stupid,â Joel whispers to himself as the movie plays, though he did find himself enjoying the part where the Kate Hudson sings âYouâre So Vainâ by Carly Simon. He always did like that song.Â
âMmmm,â you groan, shifting onto your back. Joelâs hand is stroking your hair as you look up at him, but you push it away. âYouâre too close to me,â you grumble.Â
âWhatâre you talkinâ about?âÂ
âYouâre crowding me. I feel smothered.âÂ
Joel scoffs. âOh, you feel smothered? Youâre the one who laid on me.â Once again, your glare is all that you need to say. âAlright then, Iâll move.â Joel concedes. He lifts your head gently and scoots down to the opposite end of the couch. And then he hears you huff. âWhat?â
âWell, now I donât have a pillow.âÂ
Joel sighs as he gets up to grab a throw pillow from the opposite couch.Â
âThe other one.âÂ
Youâre referring to the other throw pillow thatâs absolutely indistinguishable from the one currently in Joelâs hand, but he gets it for you anyway. âLift your head,â he says softly, putting the pillow under you. He sits back down in the spot you made him move to as you both watch the movie play, but your soft groans interrupt. Youâre no doubt in pain from all the cramps right now. âIâve got somethinâ like a heating pad,â Joel says, looking at you. âSâa big sock filled with rice, I heat it up and use it for neck and back pain. Would that help with them cramps?â You nod without making any effort to meet Joelâs eyes, which he finds a little rude. But still, youâre hurting. Heâll give you grace.Â
So, once again, Joel gets up for you. He goes upstairs to get his rice sock from his nightstand, then comes back downstairs and heats it in the microwave for a couple of minutes. He pokes the sock to make sure itâs plenty warm for you and then gives it to you to take. âHere,â he says, âHold it on your tummy.â
âJESUS,â you yell at him.Â
âWhat?â
âItâs too fucking hot, Joel, why would you make it so hot?âÂ
 âJust give it a second, sweetheart, youâll get used to it.âÂ
âNo. It was burning me.âÂ
âOkay, then let me have it and weâll let it cool off a minute. Christ almighty.â Joel takes the sock back from you, and he knows his hands are pretty calloused butâŚit doesnât feel that hot. When a few minutes have passed, he gives it back to you. âThis should be better.âÂ
You lay the big, warm stuffed sock across your stomach and frown. âItâs not warm enough.âÂ
âYou have gotta be kiddinâ me.âÂ
âMm-mm,â you shake your head, giving Joel back his sock like you just assume heâll heat it up again for you.Â
âJust a couple minutes ago you screamed bloody murder about it burninâ you. And now itâs not hot enough?â
âYeah, thatâs what I said.â When Joel doesnât jump immediately to reheat the sock for you, you look at him impatiently. âJoel.âÂ
âYou can ask, you know.âÂ
But Joel gets the hint and gets up for you a third time to reheat the sock heâs letting you borrow. You donât say please, and when he returns with the sock reheated, thereâs no thank you either. What does he get from you? âItâs too hot.â
âThen tell me how I should rectify that for you, because last time I let it cool off and it wasnât warm enough for ya after.âÂ
âI donât know,â you snap. âYouâre just really upsetting me right now. Everything hurts and your voice is grating.â
âIâm upsetting you?â Joel repeats your words back to you. âAnd my voice is grating.âÂ
âYes.âÂ
Heâs about at his wits end. âYou know, youââ Joel decides not to finish that sentence. Instead, he sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose and breathes out on the count of five. âTwo, three, fourâŚYou need to drink some water. Sâyour first issue, youâre probably dehydrated. Did you drink any water?âÂ
âItâs not your business.â
 Jesus fucking Christ. âOkay, well Iâm makinâ it my business.â Joel gets up for the fourth goddamn time and slams the cup cabinet before filling a glass with water from the sink. He marches back to the couch, âSit up,â he says. âDrink.âÂ
âI donât want to,â you whine.Â
âItâll fix your headache. Drink.âÂ
âIt wonât actually, thatâs a myth.âÂ
âRight, what do I know when youâve got an answer for fuckinâ everything. Drink.âÂ
You sit up, scowling at Joel as you take a sip.Â
âAll of it.âÂ
You drink the rest of it, glaring at him the whole time. Heâs so full of shit, as if any of what youâre going through could be fixed by drinking a glass of water. Water wonât fix your cramps, wonât fix your aching and sore back. When youâre done, you slam the glass on the end table next to you and in doing so, break Joelâs reading glasses. Oops. Didnât see those. The lenses arenât shattered, but one of the arms is all bent now. When you look at Joel, heâs biting his bottom lip and breathing deeply. âYour glasses broke.âÂ
âYeah. I see that.âÂ
âI didnât mean to,â you tell him defensively.
âRight.âÂ
âBut you really shouldnât leave your glasses there, Joel.â
âYeah, right. Shouldnât leave my glasses on the end table,â Joel says. âI should leave them where, exactly? Maybe the floor?âÂ
âSomewhere else.âÂ
âRight. Somewhere else.âÂ
Heâs hoping that by repeating your words back to you, you start to hear how absolutely ridiculous you sound. But you donât seem to. Joel turns and walks away before he fucking throttles you.Â
âCan you put on the next movie? I wanna watch My Cousin Vinny.â
Now, now you want to watch that movie. And Joelâs gonna miss out, because he canât stand to be around you for one minute longer. âAre your legs broken?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
Walked into that one. âYouâre fuckinâ impossible. Fine. Iâll put it on, then Iâm goinâ away for a bit.âÂ
âGood.â
Oh, he could fucking kill you. This whole day heâs heard nothing but complaints from your mouth, no pleases or thank youâs at all. Everything heâs done today has been for you, and you couldnât give a flying fuck.Â
Joel puts on the movie, grabs his bent glasses from the end table and heads out to the garage without saying a single word to you. You wonder what bug crawled up his ass.Â
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My Cousin Vinny plays just fine until Vinny shows up in his ridiculous suit to the courthouse. The tape begins to skip a whole bunch, the movie barely making sense, and you have no idea how to fix it - not that itâs your job to know, anyway. So you call out the name of the man whose job it is.Â
âJoel.âÂ
No answer.Â
âJOELLLL,â you yell.Â
Same deal. You sigh as you sit up and get off of the couch, walking to the garage door. Thereâs finally a break in your cramps and youâre feeling halfway-human for the first time since yesterday. Entering the garage, you find Joel sitting at his workbench, heâs working on bending the frame of his glasses back into shape. âJoel.âÂ
He doesnât turn around to look at you and in fact, he heard you calling for him. He had just ignored you. âLooks like your legs are workinâ now,â Joel replies, without looking at you. âSâa miracle. Means you can follow me around now, terrific.â
You choose to ignore his sarcasm. âWhatever. You need to do something for me. The VCR is messing up and you have to fix it.â
âHm,â he hums.
âWhatâs hm?âÂ
âIâve fixed lotsa things for you today,â he says quietly. âI need some time to fix my glasses that you broke. Sâa difficult task on account of the fact I need my glasses to see.â
âYou can do me one favor, Joel. It wonât kill you.âÂ
Joel stops and gently places his broken glasses on his work bench. He turns to his right and glares daggers at you. âOne favor,â he scoffs. âOh, youâre a fuckinâ peach. You wanna try that again?â
âTry what again?âÂ
Youâre fucking with him. You have to be fucking with him. Why are you fucking with him? Youâre not antagonistic like this, not usually, so he concludes that you must be looking for a fight. At this point, Joel is too.Â
âIâve done you countless favors today, sweetheart,â Joel gripes.
âYeah, but-â you begin.
Joelâs large, warm hand suddenly covers the lower half of your face, silencing your argument. âIf the next words outta this mouth arenât thank you, then I donât wanna hear âem. In factâŚâ
He bites his inner cheek, nodding his head as he thinks. The way he stares at you, his dark eyes piercing through you - you feel the chill deep in your bones. A wave of clarity hits you as you recall some of the details of the day, the way Joel was there at every turn and while you were busy being cranky and achey, he was trying to wait on you hand and foot. Shit. Youâve been a Grade-A bitch to him all day, a total fucking cunt.
Breaking the silence, Joel finally clears his throat and continues his thought, âIâm gonna give you two options,â Joel says. âYou can walk the fuck away from me, or you can get on your knees. Whichever you choose, you do so silently. Nod if you understand.âÂ
Itâs like youâre watching a scene from a movie. You hear Joelâs words, but you almost donât believe theyâre real and so they donât quite register. He pulls his hand away from your face slowly. Your mouth falls open a bit but you donât say or do anything.
âNod. If. You. Understand.â You nod quickly. Joel awaits your decision as you look at the garage door and contemplate your clean way out from this situation, âSo whatâll it be?â he asks. Despite it all, that uneasy feeling in your gut, you drop to your knees anyway, eyes still lingering on the door before you look up at Joel. You trust him to take care of you and you think you might owe him this obedience after your behavior today. âYouâve earned yourself brownie points choosinâ the latter of the two options, but this still ainât gonna be fun for you,â he says. It should scare you - and it does - but youâre still thrilled by it, by the way he sighs and his knees crack as he gets off of his barstool, by the cold look in his eyes as he reaches under his thick belly to unbuckle his belt. Standing above you, he pulls out his half-hard cock and pumps it, feeling it grow to full length in his hand. Heâs thick, veiny, and generously sized, a pearly white bead of precum sits atop his slit. His cock is just an inch or two away from your mouth as he holds it between his fingers, his thumb on top and middle and forefingers on the underside. With his other hand, he cards his fingers through your hair and pulls you close, the tip of his cock pressing against your lips. âOpen.â
You part your lips open and with that, Joel pushes himself into your mouth inch by inch. You smell him first, that musky and heady sort of scent. Next, you taste the saltiness of his skin and his precome on your tongue and for a moment itâs pleasurable, with his cock halfway in your mouth. You wrap your hand around the end of his shaft like you know what he wants but you donât know, not really - Joel holds your hand in his own and squeezes it so that your knuckles grind against each other a little bit. He pushes himself further and you canât lick him or savor this like you wanted to, you just feel his cock intruding, sliding into your mouth. Joelâs testing you, making sure that you can handle all of him and if you canât, you know heâll make you.Â
He draws out of your mouth entirely only to force his way back in, making you gag and sputter. You attempt to pull away but Joel keeps his hand firm on your head and holds you right where he wants you. âNuh-uh. I donât know where you think youâre goinâ, hon.âÂ
Thereâs no gentleness to it, he fucks your mouth heatedly so that youâre drooling and choking on him, your eyes springing with tears as that pressure builds behind them. âBreathe through your nose,â he reminds you. âIn and out. You ainât done jusâ âcause youâre cryinâ.â Your lips are sore with the repeated action, your jaw is aching. He rolls his hips, his cock is deep down your throat as he relishes in your warm, wet mouth and the way it makes him feel.Â
âMmm,â you moan, youâre not sure if the noise is indicative of your pleasure or discomfort.
âQuiet,â he growls. âHeard fuckinâ enough outta you today. You keep quiet.â
Your nose is buried in that thatch of coarse curls as he rocks his hips over and over, his soft and pillowy tummy bouncing against your forehead. You squirm and whine as his tip teases the back of your throat and your mouth feels so full, uncomfortably so. Joel picks up on that. âLet it be a lesson to ya, then, if it hurts. That mouth âa yours has done nothinâ but bitch and moan at me today. Sâa punishment, ainât âsposed to feel good.âÂ
Heâs grunting and groaning, eyes screwed shut as he uses you, pumping in and out of your mouth. Your jaw aches with the brutality of the way he fucks your mouth, and just as you think you canât take anymore, you feel Joelâs cock begin to twitch and pulse. He comes in your mouth without a warning, painting your tongue with his hot spend. Itâs salty and bitter and warm on your tongue. Once youâve swallowed, Joel reaches down and yanks you up by your bicep. He thought fucking your mouth and coming down your throat would make him feel better but honestly, it doesnât. As he looks at your face, all puffy with tears and swollen lips, he canât quite find it in himself to let go of his anger. Not yet, at least. âLetâs go,â he grunts as he drags you with him towards the garage door. He marches you though the house and up the stairs.Â
âWhere are we going?â
âBedroom,â Joel growls, answering your question like itâs obvious. You suppose it should be, but you figured he was done with you. But heâs not. The regret begins to set in when you realize the retribution youâre about to be met with for the way youâve treated Joel today. Youâd be lying if you said that while wallowing in your pain you didnât notice how your curt tone got under his skin, hurt his feelings and frustrated him immensely. The dread you feel canât save you, itâs all too late now.Â
 âBecause if I donât fuck you,â he says, âThen Iâm gonna strangle you. So which would you like?â
âFuck me,â you whisper.Â
âExactly.âÂ
Joel pushes you into the bedroom and locks the door behind himself. âLie down on your back,â he says.Â
You protest, âBut the sheets, Joel. The bloodââ
âI will wash the fucking sheets. We can add it to the list of all the things Iâve done for ya today, hm?â
When you donât jump at his request, Joel takes initiative. He pulls off your - his - shirt from your body and then bends you over the end of the neatly made bed, the old and worn comforter feels rough on the skin of your cheek. Joel pulls down your sweatpants and panties in one motion and then flips you over onto your back, your legs hanging off the end of the bed. You feel embarrassed when you catch a glimpse of your bloodied pad and underwear, moreso when you feel yourself making a mess on his bedding and between your legs.Â
âYou didnât make yourself come today, did you?â
âUhhââ you stutter. âI - IâŚâ
âNo point in gettinâ bashful now, darlinâ. Just gimme an answer.â
âNo,â you tell him. Itâs been a while.Â
âFigures.â
Joel had assumed sexual frustration had been playing a role in your attitude today. Cramps, headaches, all sorts of things going on with you and a needy, aching pussy to boot. He does feel sorry for you, but he feels sorry for himself too. Itâs why he got his first, but now itâs time for you to get yours. An orgasm should set you straight, or two or three. Whatever he feels is necessary.Â
Joel undresses himself before pushing your thighs apart and hitching your legs around his waist. Slowly, he slides his thumb through your folds and then circles your clit. He knows youâre vulnerable like this - bleeding pussy on display for him as you make a mess of his sheets. But heâs patient, and he massages your clit calmly until you finally let a moan, a little mmm slip. He smirks at that.Â
He pushes his middle two fingers inside you, pumping in and out slowly. He then curls his fingers, searching for that sweet spot on a woman he loves so much. âFuck,â you cry out, legs instinctually closing shut around him, and he knows heâs found it.Â
âDonât fight it,â he says, opening you back up. He curls his fingers and circles your clit in tandem, making all sorts of lewd noises with your cunt. He admires your body all laid out for him like this, your breasts and your pebbled nipples, soft tummy rising and falling with your breathy ohâs and ahhâs, thick curls framing your pretty pussy like a picture just for him. Joel takes his free hand and uses it to press down on your lower stomach, intensifying the feeling of it all. You come hard, gushing on his fingers as you whimper his name.Â
Joel pulls his fingers from your core and wipes them haphazardly on his own torso. âJoel,â you gasp when you feel the thick head of his cock at your entrance.
âI am sorry,â he begins, notching his tip inside you and popping it out. He slides the blunt head through your folds and over your clit, then taps the sensitive part of you with himself. âThat youâre in pain. It isnât fair and I know that. But youâve done nothing but take your hurt out on me.â He presses himself inside you again, âIâve got a half a mind to take my own hurt out on you, yâknow.â His voice is dark and angered, but he speaks calmly in a way that contrasts the darkness but maintains his authority all the same. âAnd I think Iâm gonna.â
âJoel, Iâ â
âQuiet,â he commands. He begins teasing your slit with his cock once more before he speaks, âSo this is what weâre gonna do: youâre gonna take what I give you, however much or little it is. Youâre not gonna cry or complain âcause youâve done enough of that today. Right?â Joel pauses, âNod your head.âÂ
 You obey his rule and nod, yes.
He drags his cock up and down your cunt again, the soft skin of your labia rubbing so nicely against his thickness. He notches himself inside you over and over again, pushing in a little bit deeper each time and pulling back out. You whine, rolling your hips in search of more. âI know, I know, sweetheart,â he coos at you to quiet you down. âYouâre all out of sorts today. Mâgonna fix it. I always fix it, donât I?â
Yes. You nod again. Quiet.
âSâright,â he says. âGood girl.â
With that, Joel pushes his leaking cock into you entirely, one gradual slide that has you sucking in a breath that comes out in a strained sort of whimper. His hard, warm shaft parting your insides, filling you whole. Joel hears it in the way that you sigh, that this, this is what you needed. He rocks his hips once, twice. Experiments with shallow thrusts, inching his way in and out of you before he draws out of your pussy entirely only to thrust himself right back in, deeper and harder than before.Â
With the fullness of Joel inside of you, everything seems to melt away - all that anger, misplaced or not. Joelâs rhythmic thrusting soothes you, sort of. The soreness of your body, the aching cramps in your abdomen are all gone as you focus on the in and out, the in and out. He builds a comfortable pace, but one that borders on too much too soon. His hands on your waist, pulling you towards him as he pushes into you in equal measure.Â
He fucks you without discipline, no tenderness at all to the action with those sloppy thrusts, but youâre more lost in him than he is in you - heâs focused on your face, watching you make an âOâ with your mouth, and heâs focused on your bouncing body, your twitching thighs spread wide. Your moans, your whimpers and your whines, babbling nothing but nonsense. Joelâs brow is furrowed as he breathes heavily through his teeth, his soft body jerking above you as he hits that sweet spot inside you over and over and overâŚ
âItâs all ya needed, isnât it? The whole goddamn time,â he pants. âDidnât need to go anâ bitch me out all day if you needed lovinâ like this. Woulda been nice fâya just said so.â Joel reaches for your breasts, harshly squeezing the tender, sore flesh. You wince in pain and he loosens his grip, focusing on your nipples instead. He twists and flicks the sensitive buds and your moans become louder, more high pitched. Joel fucking loves it when that happens, you never realized.Â
âOh, Joel,â you moan, âYeah, fuck.âÂ
With one hand still teasing your nipples, he brings the other to your pussy. A few strokes of his thumb on your clit is all it takes to send you over the edge a second time, wanton moans and choked sobs spilling from your lips as he fucks you through it.Â
And fucks you, and fucks you.Â
And keeps fucking you.Â
It doesnât end, he doesnât slow himself and you never feel that come down, that descent from pleasure. It keeps going, like pressure with nowhere to go and you feel like you might break. âI canât, I need you to stop, stop, Joel.â
âNuh-uh,â he shakes his head, thrusting still. âYou can take it, be a good girl. Gonna fuck you good and deep like you need. You brought this on yourself, anyway. Two more.âÂ
This whole time, he doesnât stop. Itâs so much at once and when you thought it was going to end, it doesnât. Tears of overstimulation spring in your eyes and flow freely down your cheeks. Joel lets you cry because he knows you need it, he knows the release is good for you. You poor thing, how much you must be feeling right now, both physically and mentally. âItâs too much, Joel, I canât,â you plead.
 âAlways the tears with you, huh?â he taunts. âAlways somethinâ. Oh, I know. I know.âÂ
Itâs the way you look at Joel that causes him to cave, eyes all wide and tear-stained. Youâre spent and he knows it, what with all that your bodyâs put you through. Youâve had a rough day and though he did too, he canât help but feel sympathy for you at this moment. âOh, my sweet girl. What am I gonna do with you, hm?â
âI donât know,â you sniffle.Â
âKnow you donât, ân you donât have to. Sâmy job,â he soothes. With his clean hand, he traces the side of your face and rubs his thumb over your cheekbone. âHow about this, then - what are we gonna do next time youâre not feeling so good?âÂ
âIâm - Iâmââ
âYouâre gonna tell me what you need,â he instructs, âAnd youâre gonna ask for it. Nicely. So that means usinâ your manners. Please, Joel. Thank you, Joel. Remember those words?â
âYeah,â you nod, âYeah, I remember.â
 âBut you forgot âem the whole day today,â Joel says softly. âI think you gotta learn to compromise, too,â he adds. The guilt had begun to set in before, but you really start to feel the burn now. You were unkind to Joel, and heâs been nothing but sweet, doting on every one of your needs. âI think an apologyâs in order for the way you treated me today.âÂ
Heâs right, and you know it. âIâm sorry. Iâm really sorry, Joel.â
âOh, I know you are. You just needed the reminder, sâokay,â You hadnât even noticed how his thrusting had slowed to a still until it picks up again slowly, as he presses kisses to you. Your cheeks first, then your lips. âIâll compromise too - Iâm only gonna make you come one more time, not two. Sound good? Sound fair?â
âI donât think I can, JoelâŚâ
âYeah, you can, sâthe last one. Take it good for me,â he encourages. âTake it good.âÂ
Thatâs what he repeats as his thrusts build again, fucking you deeply. Take it good, take it good for me. He hikes you up further on the bed and joins you so that heâs no longer standing at the floor, heâs got you pressed in half instead, your knees on either side of your chest and your feet above his shoulders. This angle intensifies everything and he knows, oh he knows how much it is for you. Youâre tired, sore, overstimulated. But youâll be done soon, heâll be done with you soon. He takes your hand and wedges it between your bodies, pressing your own fingers to your clit, âLet go for me, I wanna feel you let go for me,â he says. âFocus right here. Youâre gonna come with me, keep your eyes on meâŚâ
You donât even have to massage your clit, the way Joel angles himself has his body doing all the work, his pubic bone adding pressure to your fingers adding pressure to your clit. Itâs intense, all of it - deeply energetic, overwhelming. You canât quite discern your orgasm as it builds, thereâs no definitive start but itâs powerful, devastating almost. Washing over you in waves, you feel it in the base of your spine first. You feel it in your gut, the backs of your thighs all the way to your toes. You hardly register that heâs coming with you, filling you deep with his come. His jaw is clenched tight and heâs groaning, grunting as he milks himself in you.
He leaves you there, whimpering, twitching on the bed. You hear the faint sound of running water, you figure heâs washing himself off. Youâre surprised when he returns to you, pelvis covered in your blood, and scoops you right up in his arms. He helps you to your feet and on shaky legs, guides you to the bathroom. It no longer smells like bleach but instead, lavender. Heâs got a candle lit on the sink and the bathtub is filled with warm, bubbly water. âPicked out a bubble bath for you earlier when I went out. Wanna test it out with me?âÂ
âYeah,â you sniffle. âYes. Please.âÂ
Joel sits in the tub first, spreads his legs and welcomes you to sit between them. He washes the blood from your poor, sensitive core and your thighs, washes it from his own body as well. When heâs done, he pulls you back into his chest and his hands find your breasts. âTheyâre tender, huh,â he murmurs into the side of your head.Â
âSuper, yeah. Sore.âÂ
âIâll bet,â he says. He gently massages the tissue for you, his strong hands working you out in a way you canât quite do.Â
âThank you,â you whisper.Â
Joel chuckles. âBout fuckinâ time you thanked me,â he says. âYouâre welcome.âÂ
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Hey girl đ Would love a comfort fic with James or poly!Marauders after r had a really bad day? Just cuddles and comforting words. Sure most of us need it right now đ
Thanks for requesting my love <3 I did try to make this seem like it could just be about any bad day but for my US babes and anyone else that's going to be affected by the election, I really hope you're doing okay and I hope we're all okay over the next few years. Even if we don't all have a James to comfort us, we can still be there for each other <3
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Youâre in bed when James finishes brushing his teeth. He can see your shoulders shaking underneath the covers.Â
His chest aches as he goes to you. Itâs not the first time youâve cried today and it probably wonât be the last for a while, all your hurt and anger and grief compounding on you as time goes on. James gets into bed and twines his arms around your middle, pressing his nose into your warm cheek.Â
âItâs going to be okay,â he murmurs.Â
Your sobs worsen, and you turn, face to his chest and arms reaching around him with an unthinking neediness. You donât believe him.Â
âIt is.â He kisses the top of your head firmly, hugging you closer. You seem like you need a bit of solidity right now. âYouâll be alright, sweet girl. Iâve got you.âÂ
James lets you cry. Your sniffles grow thick, Jamesâ chest under your face wet with tears and snot. He wonders if your head hurts from how much youâve wept today, makes a mental note to get you some water in the morning if he canât manage it tonight. Your whole body shakes with deep, aching sobs.Â
âIâm sorry,â you say after a while, words jolting. âI canâtâI keep thinking in circles.âÂ
âBaby, itâs okay.â James rubs your back. He hates to see you upset, but he wouldnât begrudge you it. Youâve had a day. As much as he wishes he never had to see you cry, he feels grateful that youâd do it with him. âItâs okay to be sad for a little while.âÂ
âI know. I know, butââ Another series of sobs jostles their way out of you, painful sounding. Your voice quiets to a tight whisper. âI just canât stop.âÂ
James swallows the blockage in his own throat, making big, sweeping circles over your back. âDo you want a little distraction?â he offers.Â
You nod into his chest.Â
âOkay.â He thinks for a second. âWell, tomorrow, I thought we might go to the bookstore if youâre feeling up to it.â He pauses, waiting to see if this is what you want. When you donât make a sound he continues. âWe could make a day of it. Thereâs that Thai place you like nearby, so maybe we grab some takeaway, sit and read in the parkâŚâ You make a snuffling sound against his chest, and James gives you a squeeze. âYeah?âÂ
âYeah.â Your voice is stuffy and sad, but calmer. âThat sounds nice.âÂ
âI glanced at the weather report earlier.â He drops a kiss on your head. It coaxes you into looking up at him. Your eyes are wet and puffy, but James smiles at you, pinching your nose clean gently. âItâs supposed to be nice out. Weâll probably need our coats, but still, not too bad. You could probably break out those new socks you got.âÂ
You smile wobbily. âIt feels like sort of a silly thing to be excited about now,â you say softly, âsocks.âÂ
âThatâs what I love about you, though.â James holds your face and gives in to kissing wherever the urge strikes him, your skin warm and tacky. âYouâre always finding things to be excited about, that make you happy. I love that. Itâs the little things, right?âÂ
You sniffle. Youâre far from happy now, but youâre settling. âI guess.âÂ
âItâs nice when itâs the big things too, of course,â he concedes, âbut for tomorrow I can still get my girl a book and a takeaway. Right? Okay?âÂ
âYeah.â You kiss him, salt on both of your lips. âYeah, okay. Thanks, Jamie.âÂ
âYouâll be okay,â he promises you again. âIâve always got you.â
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Momo - 16PRODUCERS Rabbit Chat
Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!
Yuki: Thanks for your hard work
Yuki: Anyone here?
Okazaki Rinto: Youâre early, Yuki-kun!? Iâm here!
Yuki: Okarin, youâre online. Yuki here
Okazaki Rinto: Yeah, I know. Thereâs still time before the interview though...
Yuki: Thatâs true, but todayâs an important interview day and I finished composing, so I thought Iâd camp here early.
Okazaki Rinto: How wonderful. Momo-kun will be thrilled when he reads this!
Yuki: Yeah, whoâs the star of the show today after all? Are you at the recording booth with him?
Okazaki Rinto: Actually, the recording ran longer than scheduled so Momo-kun should be back to the dressing room right around the interview time!
Yuki: Is that so. So itâs just the two of us for now.
Yuki: So what should we talk about until heâs back. Shall we have a competition to list what we find the cutest about Momo?
Okazaki Rinto: Thereâs no way Iâm winning that. Letâs talk about what we like about you instead!
Yuki: Are you doing a bit
Okazaki Rinto: Momo-kun himself actually suggested it. He said "Thereâs a chance Iâm gonna be late, you two can just talk about how super handsome Yuki is!"
Yuki: We thought the same thing.
Okazaki Rinto: Iâll start with my opinion! You used to say you werenât good with people, but now youâre so approachable itâs amazing!
Yuki: Thanks. Do I have to say something too?
Yuki: I can write music
Okazaki Rinto: Next! I also think youâre an incredible actor. I feel so proud seeing you soar even beyond the idol world!
Yuki: Thank you. More new rivals keep popping up, so I canât slack off anymore.
Yuki: Nowâs my turn
Yuki: Now Iâm out
Okazaki Rinto: Thatâs it!?
Yuki: Thatâs it
Momo: You barely scratched the surface!?!?!?
Yuki: Here comes Momo
Momo: Here comes Momo-chan!! Sorry for making you two wait đĽşđĽş I couldnât stop smiling reading all the rabbichat notifications đĽ°
Momo: But really, just three or four points donât even compare in the sea of Yukiâs charm!?!?!?!? Like, his beauty mark is beyond handsome, the way he looks at me with such intensity makes me fall in love all over again. Heâs so beautiful from the tip of his fingers to every strand of his hair?!?!?!?
Momo: And the way he calls me his âprecious partnerâ is just too handsomeâŚ!!!
Yuki: You type really fast, Momo.
Momo: Lightning fast!!!!!
Yuki: I appreciate you saying all that, but today is all about you, Momo.
Momo: Thatâs trueee~
Momo: Youâre gonna share,,,, what feelings you poured into producing my project right,,,,,,,,
Momo: aaaaaaaaaghhh can my heart even handle this âź Yuki, Okarin, please take it easy on me âź
Yuki: Iâll be gentle.
Okazaki Rinto: Letâs get started! As requested, weâre aiming for a casual, relaxed vibe for this interview, as if youâre not even working. So we decided to do it over rabbichat!
Okazaki Rinto: First off, Momo-kun! Please tell us how you felt when you found out Yuki-kunâs gonna produce your song!
Momo: Hmm...he usually composes for Re:vale as a whole, but he did it just for me this time. To think that he created not just the song but also the lyrics, costumes, and the whole concept...I feel so lucky itâs almost too much to believe.
Momo: The person Iâve admired for so long brings me so much happiness now. I want to take that a hundred, a thousand times and deliver it back to all my fans.
Momo: Wait a sec is this real? Iâm not dreaming, right?
Okazaki Rinto: Donât pinch your cheeks so hard, Momo-kun!
Yuki: Itâs real, Momo.
Momo: It is...
Momo: This is so special to me that it always felt like a dream! I mean, just singing with Yuki already makes me so happy, but I didnât know there was even a possibility to ascend to another level of happiness.
Yuki: Iâm just as grateful for the opportunity to focus on a project entirely for you, Momo.
Momo: Yukiiiiii~
Momo: Wait a sec, how come my darling is the most handsome guy in the world !?!? đđđ
Yuki: I know. So what did you think when you heard the song?
Momo: It was so cool... I thought itâd be more cutesy
Momo: But it was completely different! And it has this super stylish dance number, I could picture us dancing together the moment I listened to the airy melody.
Momo: Even though we sing in a high pitch, the deep bass was so powerful, I love it soooooooo muchâŚ
Yuki: Iâm happy
Yuki: I wanted to capture all your different sides
Okazaki Rinto: InterestingâŚ! Iâd love to hear more about your creative process!
Yuki: You could say itâs about Momoâs âswitchesâ, in a way. A switch for when heâs singing, when heâs performing.
Yuki: A switch for when heâs pressing close to my side, thinking about lyrics to write. Working earnestly and wholeheartedly.
Yuki: Theyâre all different switches within Momo. It all shifts. The gap between them all is intriguing.
Momo: My âswitchesâ huh... So thatâs how you see me.Â
Momo: Youâre right though, I do change depending on the person or situation without even realizing. The gap between the melody and the high pitch reflect that.
Momo: And the electronic sounds are supposed to represent little switches, right? Thatâs just like you, itâs fascinating!!!!
Yuki: Thank you. It was challenging since I wasnât allowed to compose the entire thing myself, but it was worth it.
Momo: And the lyrics moved me deeply. I could feel your message of wanting to face the future together, and to keep singing for an eternity and beyond.
Yuki: Thatâs right. This song is for you, who pulled me forward and shone your light upon me that day.
Momo: Thatâs because
Momo: Yukiâs music gave me the push I needed back then
Momo: So thatâs why I
Yuki: Momo. You always say youâre thankful to me but
Yuki: "Beneath the countless stars, I can reach anywhere as long as Iâm with you." Being with you lets me sing anywhere, Momo.
Yuki: Just like that day we sang together on the sandy beach of a deserted island, the place where you and I sing, the place where Re:vale is, will always be the best stage ever. (1)
Okazaki Rinto: Momo-kunâs crying.
Yuki: Donât shed tears when I canât be with you to wipe them.
Momo: Wh
Momo: Whoa stop stop stop stop hold up wasnât that way too smooth?!?! That line was so hot my tears stopped on their own!?
Yuki: Hello, itâs me, the handsome Yuki.
Momo: Kyaaaa!! Please look my wayyy!! đ¤Šâ¨
Yuki: Yep. Iâm looking straight at my phone.
Momo: lolololol thanks! I totally feel your eyes on me đ¤Šâ¨
Okazaki Rinto: Alright, Iâm sorry but letâs get back on track. Iâd love to hear about the concept behind your outfits and promo shoots!
Momo: Iâm so excited to hear about it! I was hyped the moment I walked into the room for the photoshoot! It looked exactly like a gaming room đŽ
Yuki: The song doesnât fit an outdoor setting. I felt like even indoors would still be too bright, so I went for a moody, neon-lit setup the moment I found out something like that existed.
Yuki: It was perfect for Momo since he loves gaming, but the gentle neon light reflecting in the dark felt especially very Momo-like to me
Momo: Iâm so happy!!!! I really do love those kinds of lights toooo~~ I see how it is, hehe~~~~
Okazaki Rinto: Yuki-kun, your idea of what âfeels Momo-likeâ is always very diverse.
Yuki: Is it? I think itâs normal
Momo: And donât forget the outfits, I loved them so much >u< Yuki doesnât usually wear clothes in that style so I snapped a ton of photos of him!
Yuki: I thought we might as well embrace the Momo vibe for this shoot too. We even took tons of pictures together.
Momo: Yup! We were dressed like Player 1 and Player 2! đŞ
Yuki: It's been fun trying a style I donât normally wear
Momo: You looked amazing!! đ đ Why donât you start wearing clothes like that more often?!
Yuki: Then how about we try some different combinations next time? (2)Â
Momo: Huh?! W-w-ww-w-ww-we donât have to go that far!!!!!!!!!???
Yuki: Why not? Matching outfits always have a wide variety
Momo: Huh!!!!!!!!!! Okarin !!!!!!!! What do I do !!!!!!!! Work is one thing, but a private setting is totally different?!?!?!?!?!
Okazaki Rinto: I find it funny that youâre typing what youâre muttering in real life, LOL.
Yuki: How nice. I wanna be there too
Momo: You have work after this right? so Momo-chan will wait for you to finish!!
Yuki: Yeah. Thank you
Okazaki Rinto: The request was to make this a more relaxed conversation, but you might be a bit too relaxed right now, or maybe youâre just acting like you always areâŚ.
Yuki: Is that a problem? Itâs fine, right, Momo?
Momo: Right, Yuki! đŤś
Okazaki Rinto: Thatâs right! Itâs totally fine! And finally, please share a message for the fans!
Yuki: This new direction may surprise some fans, but from where I stand, Momo is strong, gentle, and full of warmth. Just like a sunrise that blends the dark and light, heâs a mix of many wonderful qualities.
Yuki: Thatâs why the song plays tricks with a variety of rhythms, melodies and singing tones. They reflect Momoâs ever-changing expressions. I hope you enjoy âGet in the Groove.â
Momo: I always spend every day thinking about how happy I am ever since Yuki and I became Re:vale. Sometimes so much so that I wish time could stop.
Momo: But you know, listening to âGet in the Grooveâ made me feel even happier! I know this project was born all thanks to our fansâ unwavering support. Thank you so much!!! I feel like the happiest person alive right now!
Momo: And thatâs why I want everyone who supports us to feel as happy as I do, always and forever! I hope that you never get your feelings hurt! And if sadness ever comes your way, I hope our songs will be able to heal you!
Momo: Re:vale will always be a warm light, shining on everyone like the sun that rises each morning. Now and forever, with Yuki by my side!
Momo: Thatâs all I got!
Okazaki Rinto: Thank you both! This was Re:vale in full force!
Momo: Yup! I feel Yukiâs love overflowing more than usual đĽšâ¤
Yuki: Really? Iâm not really good with words
Momo: Well no, youâve gotten dangerously much better at that recently!!??!!!
Okazaki Rinto: Itâs hard to believe you once had to practice saying stuff like this.
Yuki: Yeah, that sure did happen.
Yuki: Momo, promise me youâll keep smiling by my side now and forever
Momo: Yeah. I promise!!
For those who are confused, the sandy beach of a deserted island refers to a specific plot point in part 5 of the main story.
I. am frankly not entirely sure how to interpret this. Because judging by Momoâs reaction I believe Yuki was Most Definitely Not insinuating an actual change of color combinations but. A Different Kind of âcombinationsâ.Â
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Chapter one:
Summary: Y/N meets Nabi.
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âGood morning, welcome to MegaversĂŠ CafĂŠ. I'm Y/n. How can I help you today?â Y/n asked politely, her tone warm as she greeted the man standing in front of her. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer than usualâhe was undeniably handsome. His striking black hair was perfectly styled, and his outfit was sharp and carefully put together. His presence was commanding, like he carried a weight of authority wherever he went.
Y/nâs omega instincts tingled at the powerful aura he radiated, and when his scent hit her nose, it made her pulse quicken. It was the scent of an Alpha, one that could make any omega instinctively feel both drawn to him and slightly intimidated. She swallowed, trying to remain composed, but she couldnât deny how her body subtly reacted to him, her instincts urging her to be cautious yet respectful.
âUmm⌠hello,â he spoke softly, his voice calm yet full of purpose. âI heard you run a daycare here? Is that true?â He flashed a polite smile, his eyes briefly roving over Y/nâs face. She was quite beautiful, he noticed, though something about her also felt⌠different. There was a vulnerability there, one that intrigued him.
âOh right, yes, we do, sir,â Y/n answered, her smile widening as she relaxed a little. âAre you interested in the program?â
âYeah,â he nodded. âMy mates and I are looking to enroll our pups.â He paused, searching her face for any signs of judgment or surprise. âIs that possible?â
âOf course, sir,â Y/n said eagerly. âYouâre in the right place. If you just follow me, I can introduce you to the person in charge of that area.â She gestured toward the door on the opposite side of the counter.
The man, who introduced himself as Chan, gave a small nod of approval and followed her closely. Y/n couldnât help but notice how attentive he was to his surroundings, his eyes sharp and calculating, like he was weighing every detail.
They made their way down a hallway that led to a spacious daycare center, and as Chan entered, he was immediately impressed. The room was bright and inviting, filled with colorful toys, and it felt like the perfect environment for children. He nodded to himself, already picturing his pups playing in this space.
"So," she began, trying to make small talk to ease her nerves. "Do you have any specific requirements for the pups? Anything you'd like to know about our program?"
"No, just... a safe environment," he replied thoughtfully. His gaze swept the hallway as they passed, and Y/n couldn't help but feel his eyes on her, studying her closely. She glanced over her shoulder, catching the faintest hint of a smile on his lips as he continued. "We just want them to be well taken care of."
She pushed open the door to the office, where a young woman with short, spiky hair was typing away at her laptop.
âRight, okay, this is Yenji. Sheâll be able to help you with everything,â Y/n introduced him to the woman sitting behind the reception desk.
âOkay, thank you,â Chan said, squinting a little, trying to recall Y/nâs name. âIâm sorry, could you remind me of your name again?â
âY/n,â she replied quickly with a soft smile. âIf you need anything, donât hesitate to ask.â
Chan nodded, but as he turned to face Yenji, something about Y/n lingered in his thoughts. Her scent, her movements⌠his alpha side immediately picked up that she was an omega. It wasnât just her scent; it was the way she carried herself, the soft yet polite mannerism. There was no mistaking it.
âThank you once again, have a good day,â Chan said, offering a polite smile. He waved goodbye, and Y/n returned the gesture, heading back toward the counter.
As she walked away, Chanâs curiosity got the better of him. He turned to Yenji. âIs she an omega?â His voice was low, careful not to make it sound like an interrogation, but the question hung in the air.
Yenji chuckled softly, looking up from her laptop. âWe normally canât disclose that kind of information, sirâŚâ she trailed off, her tone turning conspiratorial. âBut yes, she is.â
âAh, I see,â Chan murmured, nodding in understanding. He felt a small pang of something he couldnât quite identify at the thought, but he quickly pushed it away.
âOh, donât worry,â Yenji said, waving him off. âYouâre not the first to ask about her. Sheâs new around here, and she definitely has an effect on Alphas. But sheâs a sweetheart, really.â
âHmmâŚâ Chan hummed thoughtfully. He was still trying to figure her out, but that would have to wait.
Yenji smiled, shifting gears back to business. âNow, shall we get started?â She gestured toward the chair across from her desk. âPlease, have a seat.â
Yenji looked up from her laptop, her expression polite but curious. "How can I help you today?"
Chan smiled warmly at her. "I heard you run a daycare for pups. My mates and I were hoping to enroll them."
Yenji raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Of course, we can help you with that. What are their names and ages?"
Just then Nabiâs stroller had just rolled in, and it was Felix, Chanâs mate, who was rushing in with the child.
"I'm so sorry I'm late!" Felix's voice echoed as he hurried into the office, his face flushed with stress. "Nabi was having a meltdown, and the twins got into a fight. Itâs been a whole morning!"
Chan's expression softened as he stepped forward to help Felix with the stroller. "Itâs okay, donât worry about it." He gently took the baby bag from Felixâs arms, giving him a smile. "Youâre here now. Thatâs what matters."
Felix sighed in relief, looking over at Yenji. "Iâm so sorry weâre late. I hope this doesnât cause too much trouble."
Yenji waved off his concern, giving him a reassuring smile. "Not at all! We were just going over some details."
Chan and felix sat back down, and the conversation shifted to the practicalities of daycare for their pups. Chan, always a man of few words, laid out the details clearly but Felix was the one doing most of the talking.
âWe have seven pups in total,â Felix began, his eyes lighting up at the mention of his little ones. âThey havenât presented yet, so for now theyâre just regular pups. We were hoping you could take care of them during the day while we run the packâs village.â
Felix looked at Yenji with a sheepish smile. âDid you tell her who we are?â
âNo,â Chan said, leaning back in his chair. âWeâve been trying to keep it low-key, but itâs hard with how well-known our pack is.â
Felix sighed, shaking his head. âYouâd be surprised. Some places donât care who we are. Weâve had a hard time finding a daycare thatâll take this many pups.â
Yenjiâs eyes widened in disbelief. âNo way. People refuse you? I donât get it.â
Felix ran his fingers through his hair, looking frustrated. âThey donât know who we are half the time, and even if they do, weâre still rejected. But weâre glad you can help us.â
Yenji blinked, looking up from her notes. âWait, a village?â
âYeah, our pack runs a whole village. Weâre the SKZ pack.â
âWait, the SKZ pack?â Yenji gasped, dropping her pen in surprise. Her eyes widened as she looked from Chan to Felix. âI didnât realizeâwow, itâs such an honor to meet you! Iâve heard so much about your pack.â
Chan chuckled softly, clearly accustomed to the reactions his packâs name stirred. âYes, thatâs us,â he said with a smirk, though his tone remained humble. âBut weâre just a regular family. No need for all the fanfare.â
Yenji couldnât help but smile. âRight, right,â she said, trying to gather herself. âSo, about the pups. How old are they?â
Chan ran through the details smoothly. âEunji is the oldest, seven years old. Then thereâs Joon, whoâs also seven but a few months younger. The twins, Aera and Hwan, are six. Tae will turn six soon. Chul is four, and Nabi just turned one last month.â
Yenji scribbled down the information, noting every detail. âOkay, and do they have any dietary requirements?â
âNot really. Their other mum is very strict about their diets, but theyâre mostly fine with whatever,â Felix said, though he smiled fondly at the thought of his mateâs fussing over their pupsâ food. âTheyâre picky, but nothing unusual.â
âAlright,â Yenji nodded. âAny illnesses we should know about?â
âNot at all,â Felix replied, thinking for a moment. âWell, Joon did break his arm last week playing in the backyard, but itâs nothing serious.â
âA broken arm?â Yenji raised an eyebrow, noting it down. âOkay, does he need any ongoing medication?â
"HmmâŚ" Felix thought for a moment. "Just a few things. Some painkillers here and there, and⌠whatâs it called, babe?" He turned to the man.
"Intranasal and dietary supplements," Chan answered, smiling a little sheepishly.
"Right," Felix nodded. "Thatâs about it. Other than that, theyâre pretty healthy."
Yenji gave them an understanding look, eager to help in any way she could. "No problem. We can definitely accommodate that."
"Is there anything specific youâd like to ask about the kids? Diapers, snacks, or dietary restrictions?" Felix asked.
Yenji spoke up. "Actually, does Nabi wear diapers?"
"Yes, she does," Felix confirmed, Yenji started jotting something down. "But we always pack extra in her bag. No offense, but Iâm a little bit of a control freak when it comes to what diapers she wears. I also prefer if the kids donât borrow clothes from other children."
"Thatâs totally understandable," Yenji nodded, not in the least offended. "Weâll make sure to accommodate that. Actually, Iâll reserve some lockers for you to store extra clothes. Just in case they spill something or need a change."
Felix seemed to relax a little at that. "I appreciate it," he said, looking over at Chan who gave him a reassuring nod.
"I have a question," Chan spoke up, still eyeing the room. "What does their schedule look like? Iâm also a little concerned about the cafe being so close by⌠Anyone can just walk in, right?"
Yenji shook her head immediately. "No need to worry about that at all, sir." She smiled warmly, clearly proud of their security measures. "This is just the front office. Iâll take you to the back where the daycare rooms are, and youâll seeâno one gets in without their parent cards."
"Parent cards?" Chanâs brow furrowed, clearly confused.
"Yes, every parent has to have one to get through the door," Yenji explained, gesturing toward a scanner by the back door. "You just swipe your card, and then the system uses facial recognition to verify your identity. Youâll also need to sign in whenever you pick up or drop off your pups."
Felix raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Okay, but letâs say I lose my card, and someone tries to use it. What happens then?"
Yenji chuckled lightly. "They wouldnât get through because of the facial recognition system, and our security personnel would definitely stop anyone who wasnât familiar with the kids. We take safety very seriously here."
Felix purred, clearly satisfied with that answer. "Hm, I like this place already."
"Iâm glad to hear that," Yenji replied with a smile. She continued, "As for the kids' schedules, it really depends on the day. Most days, theyâll do arts and crafts, reading, and even digital games. The older ones have structured activities like sports, while the younger ones do more normal activities like sensory play or free time."
"Can we get a copy of their schedule?" Felix asked, clearly curious.
"Of course," Yenji said, scribbling down a few notes before handing Felix a sheet of paper. "Also, we need to know who will be picking up the kids. Weâll get cards made for those individuals as well."
Chan spoke up again, organizing the details. "Itâll mostly be the momsâHan and Felixâbut some days, Lee Know and Hyunjin might need to pick them up. So, weâd need cards for all eight contacts."
"Eight?" Yenji blinked in surprise.
"Yes, our schedule is complicated. Trust me, itâs easier this way," Chan chuckled.
The conversation shifted to timing after. "Daycare officially runs from 6 a.m. to 12 p.m., but if that doesnât work for you, we can shift it to 9 a.m. to 3 p.m."
Felix quickly jumped in. "Oh, hyung, can we do the 9 to 3 shift instead? Itâll make it easier for you guys to work in the afternoon, right?"
Chan nodded, thinking it over. "Yeah, I think weâll go with that."
Yenji jotted down the change. "Got it! Weâll adjust that for you."
As the meeting continued, Felix turned to Yenji with a slight smile. "So, who exactly is in charge of the kids? We just want to make sure theyâll be in good hands."
Yenji smiled back. "Only omegas are in charge of the kids here. We donât hire alphas, except for security."
Felix let out a relieved sigh. "Thank God. I donât trust any alphas with my kids unless Iâm around."
Yenji smiled, understanding the concern. "Iâm a beta, by the way. Weâve got a few of us, but weâre all trained extensively. Your pups will be in great hands."
Felixâs shoulders relaxed at that. "Iâm happy to hear that."
"And we have a nurse on staff at all times," Yenji added. "Youâll just need to fill out a medical form. The fee for each pup is 279,640 won."
"Wait, what?" Chan gasped dramatically, earning a playful slap from Felix.
"Hyung, stop it," Felix giggled, swatting him playfully.
Chan pouted. "You omegas are going to make me run broke."
Yenji laughed at their playful exchange. "It gets worse, Iâm afraid," she teased.
"Oh God," Chan groaned. "How much more?"
"We can discuss the fees later," Yenji said with a chuckle. "First, letâs finish the campus tour."
Chan grinned. "Weâre not buying a new car."
Felix faked a pout. "But babyâŚ"
"Absolutely not unless youâre getting it out of Changbin or I.N's account," Chan teased, looking at Yenji, who couldnât help but smile at the dynamics of the pack.
Finally, it was time to wrap up the meeting and head for the campus tour. "We can leave Nabi in the stroller while Y/n watches her," Yenji suggested, getting up from the desk. "Donât worry, sheâll be safe."
Felixâs omega instincts immediately protested. "Uh... Alright, thatâs fine," he said reluctantly, but Yenji noticed the concern in his eyes. He didnât know her, but he didnât want to leave Nabi with anyone else.
Yenji quickly excused herself to grab Y/n, who was just outside the office. "Do you need me to remove my scent patches?" Y/n asked politely when she entered the room.
"Can you?" Felix asked, his voice soft but firm. "I just donât want her to get fussy. And please, donât scent her. I donât feel comfortable with that."
Y/n gave him an understanding nod. "Of course, Iâll make sure to be gentle with her."
As Chan slowly handed Nabi over to Y/n, he sighed. "God, sheâs getting heavy."
"Well, you know how Changbin gets about skinny pups," Felix teased as he adjusted the baby bag.
Y/n carefully cradled Nabi, the little pup settling back to sleep with a small sigh.
Chan, who had been watching all this with a bemused expression, let out a loud huff. "Can we hurry this up? Iâve got a studio session in an hour."
Felix chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. Letâs go."
"Shall we?" Yenji asked, gesturing toward the hallway. "Follow me, Iâll show you where the daycare rooms are. This area is just for the front office, so itâs not where the kids will be spending their time."
Chan and Felix exchanged a look before following Yenji down the hall, their footsteps echoing in the quiet building. The daycare was spacious, with colorful walls and a number of rooms dedicated to various age groups. As they passed a playroom, Chanâs eyes flickered toward it, noticing the well-organized space and the ample toys.
"This place is bigger than I expected," Felix commented, clearly impressed by the setup. "It seems really well organized."
"We take pride in our facilities," Yenji said with a small smile, leading them into the main area. "Weâve got separate rooms for different age groups."
"Sounds like itâs well-thought-out," Chan said, nodding approvingly.
They made their way through the different sections of the daycare, which were full of age-appropriate toys and even small rest areas. There was a quiet, calming atmosphere to the place, and the alphas were reassured that their pups would be safe here. The walls were decorated with happy drawings from other pups, and each room had its own dedicated staff, all of whom were betas or omegasânever alphas. The care here was personal, and it was clear that the staff was well-trained and genuinely cared about the pups.
As they returned to the office, Y/n was sitting on one of the office sofas, rocking the baby gently with one hand while cooing softly at Nabi, who was still tucked under a light blanket.
"Oh, you sweet little thing," Y/n whispered, a soft smile on her face. The little pup stirred slightly but stayed asleep, her small hands curling into tiny fists as she nuzzled deeper into the warmth of her blanket. Y/nâs omega instincts kicked in as she carefully and gently rocked her, murmuring quiet words of comfort. It was almost like an instinct, this bond that formed between omegas and pups. She couldnât help but feel a swell of affection for the baby in her arms.
Felix and Chan returned, clearly pleased with the daycareâs setup. Chan took one look at the sleeping Nabi in Y/nâs arms and smiled.
"Looks like she likes you," Felix commented softly, walking over to gently lift Nabi out of Y/nâs arms.
Nabi woke up with a small whimper but settled back when she saw Felix, her mother. "I think she really likes you, Y/n," Felix added, chuckling softly as he took his daughter into his arms. "Sheâs a little attached."
Y/n smiled warmly, her heart fluttering. "Sheâs just precious," she cooed, watching as Felix carefully adjusted her in his arms.
âSheâs so cute, right?â
Y/n smiled at the baby in her arms. âSheâs adorable.â
Felixâs voice softened as he chuckled. âShe takes after I.N, I think.â
"It was an absolute pleasure working with you both," Yenji said, excited that such a well-known pack would be joining their daycare.
"Iâll be seeing you on Monday then," Y/n added, her smile warm but slightly bittersweet.
"Yes you will," Chan responded pulling out his phone to check a message.
After completing the final bits of paperwork, Chan, Felix, and Yenji exchanged a few more pleasantries, clearly satisfied with their decision to enroll their pups here.
As Chan, who had been watching all this with an amused smile, stood up, he gave them a friendly wave. "Have a good day, guys!" His voice carried a light tone, though his eyes flickered a deep red for just a second.
Y/n blinked in surprise at the brief flash of red in Chan's eyes. It wasnât something she saw often, but the flicker was enough to make her heart skip a beat.
Chan was more focused on the fact that Y/nâs scent was undeniably strong now. His alpha instincts reacted involuntarily, stirring a sharp, deep craving within him. He quickly averted his gaze, trying to control the pull he felt.
Damn, he thought, swallowing hard. Her scent is so strongâŚ
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A/N: This was kinda messy but i just wanted to get the series a start so bare with me.
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as usual, after your last class period before lunch you went to your locker to drop off the books you didnât need anymore. you heard the familiar laugh of your best friend tara. she was walking with your other friends. âyn! hurry!â she called out skipping toward you.
you shut your locker. âwhy hurry?â i questioned putting my back over my shoulder.
she placed her hands on your shoulders steadying herself. âcolby asked if we wanted to go out for lunch. he got an outside pass and he said ms rogers could get us all one too!â
you had a tilted frown. âuhh maybe next time. i donât really feel like going out today. plus i was planning to leave halfway through fifth.â you shrugged. the real truth was that you didnât feel like dealing with samâs bullshit today.
ânooo you have to come!!â she pleaded. tara was always the one trying to involve you in plans that she and the boys made. you werenât much of a party person but they sure were.
you shook your head. âno tara, i promise maybe next time. maybe⌠tomorrow after the football game?â you questioned. tara thought about it and realized she should take what she can get.
she nodded reluctantly. âokay fine. no backing out now! weâre all going! iâll see you tomorrow?â she asked. you nodded watching as her and the girls left to go to lunch.
the day passed you by as usual. you went home, did what you needed to get done, watched some tv, and then went to bed preparing for tomorrows plans.
the next morning you woke up to more texts than you usually did.
it was a group chat that was made with you, tara, colby, jake, the sturniolo triplets, carrington, larray, quen, and of course they had to add sam golbach.
you groggily groaned at what you saw.
plans !!
colby: what is this
tara: itâs for the plans for today!!
tara: yn youâre going. no backing out
sam: let her back out please
tara: donât start
sam: start what?
tara: you know what
quen: WHAT THE FUCK IS UP BITCHES
larray: itâs too early for this
tara: okay so plans to go to the football game then out to eat after??
quen: always down for food
larray: me too
chris: nick matt and i too
sam: i guess
yn: wtf is going on
sam: oh great.
you rolled your eyes as he responded to your message.
yn: please stfu thanks
sam: someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed
yn: aw, unfortunately, someone WOKE UP.
colby: LMAO
sam: shut up
you put your phone down and started to get ready for the day. you then got to school and saw the whole group waiting around beside your first period.
you approached them immediately making eye contact with sam. he grinned smugly causing you to roll your eyes. tara noticed and turned around. âhey yn!!â she greeted giving you a hug. âstill on for plans today rightttt..â she smiled.
her contagious smile elicited one from you. âof course.â
she cheered as the bell rang. âokay well gotta get to class. see you laterrr!â she sang walking away. you then made quick eye contact with sam before glaring at him and walking inside your class.
sam grinned watching you walk inside before walking away. of course he hated you but something about you has always intrigued him. he didnât know what. he couldnât put a finger on it.
by the time school ended you were exhausted and really didnât feel like staying for the game but tara texted you knowing all too well how you worked.
you groaned as she texted the words. âno backing out!!â you headed toward the front of the school ready to meet up with the group. they insisted on going over to colbyâs house and then riding back to school for the football game.
you finally reached them smiling tightly. âokay guys yn is here! letâs goo.â tara said. âyn you can ride with us!â
jake interrupted. âthereâs not enough space. she can go with sam?â your blood boiled. âiâm pretty sure you guys can last at least ten minutes without killing each other.â
you sighed. âi just wonât talk to him.â you then headed toward where sam was waiting for him to walk to his car. to distract yourself you took our your phone mindlessly trying to look like you were doing something.
ânot like i want you in my car either,â he muttered taking out his keys.
you humorlessly laughed. âlike i chose this either way. you probably suck at driving so I'm putting my life at risk.â you sassily remarked.
he sucked in a short breath feeling his patience already thinning. he swung his keys around before walking to his car. he unlocked only the driver's side and got in.
you tried opening the door but he looked at you smiling refusing to unlock it. âcan you open the fucking door?â you cursed, pulling the handle.
he frowned. âitâs wise to use manners when speaking to someone doing you a favor.â his fingers hovered over the unlocked symbol.
you gritted your teeth. âopen the fucking door sam.â
reluctantly, he unlocked it after you said that, already enjoying the way you got heated up. you climbed in slamming the door crossing your arms.
he looked over. âseatbelt.â he said shortly. you let a breath out of your nose and pulled the belt across your body connecting it to be red receiver.
he loved teasing you. the way you despised every little thing heâd say to you. âdrive.â you demanded, starting straight ahead not bothering to look anywhere else. he nodded, trying hard not to laugh.
you guys went to colbyâs house and all you did was sit and listen to the conversations held around you. you didnât feel like hopping in at any time. all you were doing honestly was replaying the moment in the car earlier in the day.
you didnât know why sam pissed you off so bad but something just irritated you and yet you couldnât seem to stop thinking about him.
you donât have time to think further about your feelings because tara screeched. âokay guys letâs go!! game starts in 10.â she spoke chewing on a brownie.
you nodded standing up. you huffed as the whole group exited out colbyâs house before heading back to the cars. âyouâre with me again.â sam shoved past you.
you glared at him before following him without complaint. you didnât have the time or the energy to argue with him.
you both were silent on the way to the game. you parked, you walked, and you entered not saying a word. the game went by okay. you didnât have an amazing time but the game was eventful. you could tell your school and the opposing team had tension in between them.
at the end of the game your school ended up winning by a few points. it was close and the whole school cheered as the whistle blew. your friends cheered as well as sam while you also smiled at the victory.
you guys were not exiting but came across a huddle. tara noticed a friend in the huddle and asked what was going on. that was until one of the girls from the other school spoke up. âoh now you wanna bring other bitches into this? scared as fuck.â the girl cursed.
it was looking like this huddle was a fight waiting to happen.
tara was caught off guard but still defended herself. âfirst of all, i just came to ask what the fuck was going on. second, donât call me a bitch.â she sternly said, hands on her hips.
the girl snorted before speaking up. âwhat the fuck you gonna do about it? this shit has nothing to do with your ass anyway.â the girls' friends who were quite a lot agreed and some had kept their arguments with some other kids from your school going.
taraâs fists balled up. you didnât want the situation to escalate so you stepped forward putting a hand on taraâs shoulder earning another laugh from the girl. âoh you brought your whole crew because of us?â
you made eye contact with her seeing the smug look on her face. âshe didnât.â you told her. you usually werenât one to argue or to fight so tara made sure to shake her head letting you know itâs okay.
âoh really, then why the fuck are these unknown people here.â she gestured to your friends.
you slowly began to get more irritated. âmaybe because we watched the fucking game together?â the comment pissed the girl off. you could tell. ânow you can go get your dogs and leave. the games over and you lost get over it.â
the insult offended her and her friends even more causing her to walk forward. âwho the fuck are you calling dogs, bitch?â
you clenched your jaw preparing yourself for what could happen. you clenched your own fists before you heard a male voice. âyou guys need to chill. we were just meeting up with a friend.â colby stepped forward causing one of their guys to step forward.
colby glared at the guy but your eyes were dead set on the girl in front of you. âall iâm hearing is these bitches wanted to be nosy.â
tara stepped forward. âwhat the fuck is your problem?â
you stepped forward with her trying to diffuse the situation but one of her friends took that as you both trying to gang up on her so she stepped forward shoving just you back. you stumbled being caught off guard but then you quickly recovered. âdonât fucking touch me.â you cursed, moving closer.
she raised her brows. âwhat are you gonna do about it?â she crossed her arms.
you raised one of brows. âoh what am i gonna do about it? do you wanna find out?â your patience was wearing thin. thatâs when the girl once again shoved you and tried to swing but missed as you moved back.
while that happened, tara shoved the girl who swung back causing the girl she was arguing with to grab tara by her shirt and pulling her to the side causing her to stumble and fall.
tara then got up and lunged at the girl but before you could do the same to the girl who swung at you, you felt someoneâs hands in your shoulder.
the hands grabbed you and pulled you back from lunging at the girl. you didnât register what was happening, all you wanted to do was punch the girl.
as you were being pulled away you caught a glimpse of the scene. colby trying to diffuse the fight, larry grabs quen from jumping in, jake pulls tara back, sam â no where to be seen.
you wondered where he had gone until you heard the mysterious person speak up. âcalm down calm down.â sam.
he held you sternly in his arms pulling you away but not far enough because you could still shout to the girls who were also being pulled away. âthatâs why you fucking missed bitch! keep trying it.â you yelled trying to fight your way out of his grasp. that was when you realized who it was holding you. you groaned. âlet me go.â
he held you tighter. âno. youâre gonna get fucking expelled yn.â he said sternly his arms fully wrapped around you. âstop fighting me yn. fuck.â he complained before successfully pulling you from the situation and walking you out toward the parking lot.
you looked back seeing that the fight was separated but you didnât see any of your friends.
you then took a deep breath, adrenaline coursing through your veins. because you were far from the fight sam loosened his grip letting you free yourself from his grasp. âthe fuck is your deal?â you immediately went off, the heat of the situation still lurking.
sam immediately became irritated. âmy problem? i just fucking saved your ass.â
âsaved me?! i can handle myself. i didnât need you to do shit!â you argued. âi donât need you to fucking worry about me!â
his jaw clenched. âitâs not my fault i donât want you to get in fucking trouble yn.â he breathed through his nose.
âsince when do you give a fuck about what i do?â you crossed your arms.
âi donât know! i didnât fucking expect myself to care about you or want to be protective of you either, alright? i fucking despise you.â he paced around, looking unsure of the words he was spewing out.
âyeah you say that and yet you act like youâre in love with me or some shit.â you replied but as soon as you did, his irritated facial expression dropped and got replaced with one you couldnât read.
he gulped, refusing to make more eye contact with you. he pressed his lips together, looking stuck in thought. thatâs when his next words were spoken up quieter than before: " and what if I was?â
it was like a slap in the face. his words caught you extremely off guard. you didnât know how to feel, but all you knew was that his words didnât make you disgusted, irritated, or angry. no, his words made you feel giddy. you felt weird butterflies in your stomach as he said that.
you didnât know what to say as he moved closer to you. getting inches and inches closer. âyou fucking piss me off but somehow⌠i cannot stop thinking about you.â his face was centimeters away from yours. your lips fell open in awe.
you stood there allowing him to get closer with no complaint. he then whispered, âsay something.â he expression made it look as if he was pleading for you to acknowledge him. his eyes desperately searching yours.
you chose your next words carefully, feeling as if you had just come to your true feelings that you buried deep within yourself forever. âi canât stop thinking about you either.â
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I Need a Doctor
dr. charlie mayhew x plus size f! reader
18+ MDNI
warnings: cursing, suggestive language, patient in coma, not proofread.
word count: 1,219
should i write a part 2?????? ( i have started on pt. 2 it was supposed to be finished today but i have to delay due to a pet emergency. but it will be out this week ! )
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As soon as you received the call, you hurried to the hospital, pushing past the nurses who were trying to stop you from storming into the patient's room. Your hand immediately catches hers as you fall beside her bed, tears streaming down your cheeks. All eyes were on you, a mess on the floor beside your sister's bed, the room falling silent except the beeping of the monitor.
After a few seconds past, seconds really feeling like minutes, you glance up at the curious eyes focused on you. You stand up, clearing your throat, wiping the mess of tears off your face. âHow is my sister doing?â you mumble quietly as you look at the doctor.
He sighs softly to himself as he runs his hands through his hair and looks down at the ground to avoid your focused stare. "Since someone dumped her off here last night, she hasn't progressed. The bright side is that we were fortunate to reach her at that time, or otherwise." You glance at your sister's condition again, your body churning with rage as she lies there, unconscious.
You move from her side to stand in front of the doctor, your finger accusingly piercing his chest, glaring at him as his words reverberate in your mind. "What are you not doing more of? Is there nothing else you can do? Your tone a mixture of sadness and anger.
You are brought back down a level by his powerful hands gripping your shoulders. "Y/n, we are doing everything we can, I promise.â You were shaken out of your thoughts by his gentle yet firm tone. Your finger slides off his chest as you let out a sigh. âI'm sorry, but she's all I have. I canât lose her too.â You shake your head as your hands rub against your face, pushing your glasses slightly up.
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An hour later
After gathering your composure, you find yourself sitting in the cafeteria, eyes bloodshot red as you sip the coffee you donât even remember fixing. Ever since the hospital called you, everything has been a blur, youâre not even entirely sure how you managed to drive here. Your eyes flutter shut, thoughts erratically running through your head, wondering how this even happened. Thereâs no way your sister just fell and hit her head.
You're startled out of your thoughts by the sound coming from the chair opposite from you. The physician who was responsible for your sister's treatment ended up across from you. You eventually glance him over, no longer consumed by rage. His eyes are piercing brown, and his hair is unkempt and deep brown. He clasps his hands together in front of you, a smile spreading across his lips.
âHow are you feeling y/n?â a solemn tone to his voice as his eyes never once leave yours. You look into the now-cold coffee in your hands and shrug your shoulders. âI don't know if my sister will ever come out of her coma. So, tell me, Dr. Mayhew, how do you think Iâm feeling." You scowl at him, the sarcasm leaking from your lips.
He throws up his hands, a laugh escaping his lips. âSorry, I was just checking on youâŚâ he utters softly, causing you to slightly crack a smile. âMy apologies, Dr. Mayhewâ you mumble the last part as you inspect his name badge. âItâs justâŚ. hard to know that the only person you have left is in that state.â You take a deep breath and run your unsteady fingers over your hair. With a comforting hand on your shoulder, he pulls his chair closer. His eyes are fixed on you as he fades off, "I understand, I wish there was more I could do for you." You swiftly shuffle in your chair, turning your body to his.
"Not to burden you with all of this." Holding a hand between you, he interrupts you. "Go ahead; this is just a part of the job." His tone of voice has a tinge of sincerity mixed with sternness. "Well, my brother, sister, and I were the only ones growing up. It's terrible that my brother no longer speaks with us, but that isn't the point. Despite our age difference, my sister and I have always been close. The idea of her leaving my life is unbearable; we've been through everything together, so I never really envisioned it. Was she perfect? God no. But sheâs all I have, and Iâll be damned if she leaves me.â You finally glance up, his eyes locked on you, causing your cheeks to flush.
His hand squeezes your shoulder, a soft smile placed on his lips. âI promise you; sheâll be okay. I will do everything I can.â
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Days turn into weeks, your sister still not showing any sign of getting better, but no sign of getting worse either. Each day without fail, Dr. Mayhew was there to comfort you in the cafeteria, always turning your sad days into bearable ones.
"So, Dr. Mayhew, tell me." He swiftly cuts you off. "Please, call me Charlie." You clear your throat, your voice slightly wavering. "So Charlie, tell me, do you do this with all your patients loved ones?" He leans back in the chair, glancing you over carefully, paying extra attention to the way your pants cling to your thick thighs. "Only the ones I think deserve the consoling."
"Oh? So, you think I'm worthy, Charlie?" As you see him observing you, you draw closer to him, your breath catching in your throat. His gaze gently moves up your body, taking in your voluptuous, thick waist. "Yeah, I think your worthy." You stand up and tug at the cloth that is stuck to your thighs as the room seems suddenly heated. "Excuse me." Without even glancing back at him, you dash to the closest restroom. You try to cool yourself by splashing water on your face while resting your glasses on the sink's edge. Wondering what the fuck is wrong with you, your hands resting on your plump cheeks. "He's your sister's doctor; you can't think like this." You place your glasses back on, images of him hovering over you, white shirt unbuttoned, that gold cross necklace dangling from him. You push those thoughts in the back of your mind as your swing the door open and step out, the cool air hitting you suddenly blocked as you connect with someone's body.
"Fuck, I am so sorry." You scramble over your apologetic words before a hand comes to rest under your chin, lifting your head to look at them. "If you wanted to be against me, all you had to do was ask." Charlie, smirked down at you, watching the color rise to your cheeks.
You stammer, over your words before backing up, gently pressing yourself against the bathroom door. "Charlie...." With cautious approach, he places his hands on either side of your head to stop you from moving. He leans down, lips grazing against your cheeks, causing everything else to fade away leaving only him and you in this moment. "Say the word and I'll leave right now, because I won't be able to control myself around you if you keep looking at me like that." His words send shivers down your spine, your breathing quickening as you consider his words. Fuck it.
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hi! who in svt would be more likely to be a camboy as a side gig/job? i feel like maybe seungkwan cause we all know he feels comfortable in front of the camera and is great at knowing what the public wants, or mingyu cause he loves showing himself offđ¤ i initially thought about wonwoo cause he does gaming streams but heâs wayyyy to shy i feel like he would rather keep his intimate time private.
i donât remember if i already asked this sorry if i alr did!
18+ / mdi
content: camboy!seungkwan, smut, masturbation (m receiving), no x reader but you can assume the chatter is reader, etc.
wc: 710
a/n: i can imagine both but seungkwan's just such a natural entertainer i had to pick him hehe
masterlist
lovergirl98: take the top off baby !!!
- tip: $25
"oh? this thing? but i picked it out just for you. want it off that bad? what does everyone else think? should i take it off?", seungkwan used his index finger to tease at the strap of his tank top, lowering it a bit to expose his shoulder to the audience.
his words combined by his actions caused an immediate flurry in the chat, having it fill up with various comments parroting the original request and even throwing in more money into the fire to ensure it happened. seungkwan chuckled at the insistence, biting his lip at how easy it was to get his viewers fired up.
within seconds, the top was thrown across the room, leaving him in just his boxers as he leaned back on the headboard of his bed.
even more comments showed up, with some begging him to do the same to his boxers while others tried to convince him to play with his nipples.
both orders were promptly followed after a little more teasing from seungkwan, tsk'ing at his chat for being so needy.
"oh ... looks like there's nothing else to take off," he pouted, "what do my needy kittens want now? should i ... play with my cock? is that what you want?"
lovergirl98: wanna see u cum, pretty. gimme a show?
- tip: $50
"lovergirl ... someone's a bit desperate today, huh? this is your fifth tip today. might have to give you a private show for that," he winked before letting his hand go further south, enveloping his swollen hardness with a hiss.
he knew that such comments would get other of his viewers to follow in your path and donate more. seungkwan was already familiar with your username, and he had a lot of fun paying extra attention to your comments. he couldnt help being an appreciative man for all your support.
seungkwan continued to caress himself, starting off with a soft and slow pace and increasing as more comments popped up in encouragement for him to go harder, go faster. kwan drank it all in, using his other hand to occasionally palm at his balls or caress at his bare chest.
lovergirl98: sooo pretty. gonna make me cum with u
- tip: $20
"yeah? wish i could see, pretty," he cried out in the midst of his upcoming high.
he teased himself a few times, getting himself to his high yet stopping right before actually orgasming. meanwhile, he continued to mutter dirty words to his viewers, earning himself rewards for giving them a show of his not-so private pleasure.
"f-fuck, gonna cum. i ... shit, it's so good, fuck. wish you were here to ... to take it for me," he mewled, playing it up a bit for whichever viewer wanted to take claim of him.
and luckily enough, at least ten people donated right at that moment, all in differing amounts and all sharing similar sentiments of wanting seungkwan's spunk either in their mouths or in other parts of their body.
maybe it was a little egotistical of him, but such desperate displays of need for him were enough to finally make him finish. he could see himself in the view finder, looking at the same view his fans had of him as he squirted his cum all over his stomach.
after that, heavy breaths filled the room, occasionally interrupted by pings indicating even more donations from his subscribers.
"hmm, you were so good for me. look at the mess you made me do," he chuckled as he looked through his comments one last time, too exhausted due to the overstimulation he'd inflicted onto himself.
with that, he closed the tab, deciding to put an end to the stream before he fell in another rabbit hole of an orgasm. but even then, private messages popped up, with endless offers of a private show in exchange of heftier donations than usual.
lovergirl was there as per usual, making seungkwan chuckle at the insistence. it was endearing, he had to admit. he considered for a bit, but decided to put it in the back burner before heading over to the bathroom to wash himself up. a smile of satisfaction remained on his face in the meantime.
maybe next time.
a/n: this was different since it wasn't very member x reader but i hope u guys enjoyed anyways!
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The Office Romance pt. 2, ft. tripleS Seoyeon
tags: creampie, anal, blowjob, food play, rough, daddy kink
length: almost 10k
author's note: I remember you guys liked the first Seoyeon anal fic, so here's another oneâenjoy!
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âNgh, nghâoh, fuck!â
Only these sounds escape Seoyeonâs lips as she tries to cope with your cock thatâs invading her ass. Youâre no better, though; despite being able to speak coherently, the words that come out of your lips are dirty to say the least.
âOh, fuck, how are you always so tight, baby? Youâre so fucking amazing.â
Seoyeon lifts her face off the pillow momentarily. âP-please cum; I-I canât take much of this anymore,â she begs. It was her idea to do anal this midnightâafter your previous load went into her pussyâand youâre simply playing along, but now that sheâs visibly uncomfortable, you donât feel like continuing.
You slowly pull your cock out of her rear and flip her onto her back. âOh, Iâm so sorry, baby,â you wipe some tears off her plump cheeks. âIt was so painful, wasnât it?â Seoyeon nods. âI-I thought I wouldâve been able to handle it, but apparently not.â You pull her into an embrace after lying down next to her. âIâm very happy that youâre putting my pleasure as one of your top priorities, but at the same time, I wish you wouldnât force yourself like this next time.â Seoyeon pecks you on the lips. âItâs because you matter the most to me, oppa.â âI know, baby, and you matter the most to me,â you say, âbut letâs not do it like this again.â
The two of you didnât shower after the first sex session a few hours ago, and you think that now is a good time for it. âLetâs get some shower, baby, and then we can get some proper rest.â âIâll need your help for that, oppa.â You take your turn to peck her on the lips. âGladly, baby.â
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âHi! Hello!â Dayeon, who happens to be at the lobby, greets you and Seoyeon. She isnât in the best mood todayâyou have a few clues as to whyâso youâre reluctant to greet Dayeon back with the same energy, because the last thing you want is for Seoyeon to think that youâre too excited to see Dayeon. Seoyeon, however, suddenly picks up her steps, thus leaving you and Dayeon behind.
âOh.â Dayeonâs smile disappears as she watches her leave. âIs she okay?â You tell her that Seoyeon didnât have much sleep last night, hence the crankiness, and apologize on her behalf. âI guess Iâm not coming to your place tomorrow, then.â You shake your head. âI mean, the idea wasnât even mine.â
After parting ways with Dayeon, you rush towards the elevator to chase your girlfriend. âThere you are.â You approach the grumpy beauty whoâs sitting at her desk. âAre you okay, baby? Can I help with anything?â Seoyeon starts crying, taking you by surprise. âI-Iâm so tired, oppa, a-and here you are, flirting with another girl.â You want to hug her and assure her that you werenât even close to flirting with Dayeon, but thereâs a CCTV in this area. âFollow me, please,â you tilt your head towards the door to your office, and thankfully, Seoyeon does follow you.
After closing the door behind her, you pull her into a tight hug. âBaby, I wasnât flirting with her; I was just saying hi because she said hi first.â âI know,â Seoyeon sighs, âIâm sorry, oppa; I donât know why Iâm so sensitive today.â You gently run a hand on the back of her head. âYouâre just drained, babyâmaybe we shouldnât push too much to have sex from now on.â Your girlfriend presses her face on your chest. âI just wanted to please you, oppa,â she reasons. âI know, baby, and I thank you for that, but if having sex denies you some much-needed rest, then whatâs the point?â Seoyeon pulls away from the hug, wiping her eyes as she does. âIâm going to cry until my eyes are dry if we keep huggingâIâll start working now.â Before you let her go, you come in for a quick kiss. âI love you, baby.â âI love you too, oppa.â
You go to sit at your desk and see that your computer is already on, and thereâs a note stuck on the bezel of your monitor that says, âlunch w/ me @ Tonkatsu Theater.â âOh, you want to get lunch with me, baby? Thatâs very cute.â
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You arrive at Tonkatsu Theater with Seoyeon at around 1 p.m. âOh, itâs not that packed,â you comment. âWouldnât matter if it did; Iâve booked a table for us.â âYou have? When?â âThis morning, on our way to the office.â
âA reservation for Yoon Seoyeon, please,â Seoyeon says to one of the staffs, who then asks the two of you to follow him towards the reserved private dining area. âTwo tonkatsu, one onion rings, one iced tea with no sugar, and one orange juice, please.â Look, she even orders for you. You wait until the staff leaves before reaching for her hands. âThis shouldâve been my job, but thank you, baby.â A smile gradually forms on her face, a perfect fit for the rest of her gorgeous features. âOf course, oppa,â she replies, her cheeks pink. âYouâre paying for the food, though.â You let out a chuckle thatâs louder than intended. âOf course, baby.â
The food arrives at your table not long after youâre seated, which is great; you skipped breakfast this morning because you were running late, so youâre starving right now. Seoyeon slams her hands on the table, a fork in one hand and a knife in the other. âDoesnât this look amazing?" You nod enthusiastically. âIt sure does,â you pick up your utensils, âshall we?â
Seoyeon sinks in her seat after the first bite. âOh, myâoh my God,â she speaks despite the full mouth, âone bite is all it takes to fall in love.â You see an opportunity to make a joke. âThe same way it took you one kiss to fall in love with me?â Seoyeon covers her mouth as she tries her hardest to not laugh and spit everywhere. When the amusement dies down, she kicks you under the table. âOh my God, stoooopâjust eat, oppa, why are you teasing me?â You pinch her round cheeks lightly. âOh, please, donât tell me you werenât amused.â
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You summon Dayeon to your office with around an hour left in the workday to talk about some debut-related stuff with her and Seoyeon.
âHi, hi,â Dayeon enters your office with a smile, and you replicate that smile for her. âSo, whatâs so important?â âIâll get straight to the point,â you say, âIâm thinking about debuting all seven of them.â She looks at you with this neutral face that youâre not sure what the meaning is. âIs that so?â You nod. âIâm curious about what you think since youâve spent some time getting familiar with them.â Dayeon sighs. âSoobin-ie needs some more training.â âI mean, we still have time until January at most,â you reason. âOkay,â she says, âthen in that case, I want to be more hands-on with Soobin-ieâdonât worry, Iâll make sure I donât offend the instructors.â âYeah, go ahead,â you show her the green light.
âIs that it, or?â You shake your head. âOne more thing, actually,â you change the subject, âyou were an idol at some point in your life; how was mental health support when you were active?â You can see joy gradually disappearing from her features. âIt didnât exist,â she sighs, âI had to rely on the older members for that, and it goes without saying that they had their own things to worry about.â
You grab some origami papers of different colors that youâve cut into credit card-sized rectangles. âSeoyeon-ie suggested that we give out these cards to the girls, and whenever they want to talk, they can just show me or anyone at the company one of these things.â âWhat are the different colors for?â âI know that green is for when they want to talk about work stuff, but I donât know about red and orange yet.â Dayeon looks at Seoyeon momentarily before turning her focus back to you. âOrange should be for when they want to talk to a psychologist or the sort, and red is for girlsâ stuff.â You ask her to elaborate, so she does. âI donât know, I was thinking that maybe Seoyeon-ie could be their older sister at work, but I think she already has so much in her hands.â
You ask Seoyeon what she thinks about Dayeonâs idea. âI mean, if you can take off some work load off me, then Iâll gladly take on a closer role with the girls,â Seoyeon says. You rub your chin as you think about it; the things you usually assign to Seoyeon are those that you really need help with, so itâs not like youâre slacking off and delegating things to others just because you can, but at the same time, if she can become that person the girls can rely on, itâd be so helpful for them. âWeâll think about it, okay?â
Youâre promptly reminded that debuting all seven trainees would mean that youâll need to find a new living space to properly accommodate them, which you donât have references for just yetâthree of the seven trainees live with their parents, so at the moment, you only need to house the remaining four.
âDayeon-ah, find some apartments that can fit seven of them comfortably, please?â âYeah, sure,â she says, âanything else?â âNo, thatâs it.â Dayeon nods and writes down her new assignment on her phone. âIâll get to it; give me a day or two,â she says. âAlright, you may go, then.â
You expect her to just turn around and walk out, but no, she bends over your desk and gives you a peck on the lips. âUhh,â youâre getting nervous, âthanks, I guess?â âDonât be mad, Seoyeon-ah,â she says, âsee you two around!â
Youâre still silent even after Dayeon has left your office. Youâre snapped out of your trance when you hear a chuckle from Seoyeon. âWhat are you so stunned for, oppaâyouâve never gotten a kiss from a girl before?â âI didnât expect her to be so brazen considering that youâre here.â Your girlfriend places her palms on your cheeks. âSomething tells me that I donât have to worry about her,â she says, rubbing your cheeks softly as she does, âI know who I am in your eyes.â âI love you,â you say, earning a cute smile from Seoyeon. âI love you too, oppa.â
You keep an eye on her as she walks away from your desk and out of your office. This morning, she cried because she thought that you were flirting with Dayeon (even though it was a simple, friendly greeting), and about a workday later, Seoyeon said with confidence that she knew her worth in your eyes.
You shake your head to clear your mind. The workday is done and itâs time to go home with Seoyeon.
At least that was the plan, because when you leave your office, you see Jihyun sitting on the other side of Seoyeonâs desk, seemingly sad about something.
âAre you okay, Miss Seo?â Jihyun bites her lip nervously before answering you. âErm, i-itâs about Sunbin-ie,â she says vaguely. âWhat about her?â âS-she sprained her ankle just now, a-and I thought I should tell you and Miss Yoon.â You sigh and rub your forehead at the same time. Whatâs with Sunbin and hurting her legs, manâfirst it was her calf, and now itâs her ankle. âWhere is she now, Jihyun-ah?â âS-still in the practice room, sir, i-if youâd follow me.â
As you and Seoyeon are following Jihyun to the practice room, you nudge her. âTry holding her hand, babe,â you whisper. Seoyeon does as you ask and takes Jihyunâs hand in hers, and Jihyun is visibly surprised. âYouâre alright, Jihyun-ah,â she says, âfrom now on, Iâll be your older sister that you can rely on." Jihyun isnât quite sure of what to make of the words, but based on her nods, you guess that she likes the idea.
âGirls, the bosses are here,â Jihyun announces your and Seoyeonâs presence as the three of you enter the practice room. You see the girls standing around a seated person who you assume is Sunbin, circling her and thus blocking your view. One of them suddenly turns around, andâ âHappy birthday to you, happy birthday to you,â Sunwoo starts singing the song while clapping her hands to the rhythm, followed by the other trainees, and you promptly look at your watch: it is the 6th of November, which is your birthdayâif it wasnât for these girls, you wouldnât have remembered.
It is when the girls peel away from the circle that you see the white birthday cake (that has some text written in red-colored buttercream on it) in Sunbinâs hands. âOh my God,â you palm your forehead, âso this was a ploy?â Seoyeon wraps an arm around yours and drags you closer to the cake. âHappy birthday, boss!â Youâre highly amused by the surprise. âThank you, everyone,â you say.
You and Seoyeon sit on the floor with the girls, the cake sitting in the middle like a bonfire. âHe doesnât celebrate his birthday, guys,â Seoyeon says, âitâs only my birthday he celebrates.â Soobin asks why, so you simply say that your family doesnât really celebrate anyoneâs birthday regularly. âWait,â Soobin says, âdid you say he only celebrates your birthday, Miss Yoon?â Seoyeonâs cheeks turn bright red. âY-yes,â she says, covering her cheeks with her palms, âh-heâs my boyfriend, if you didnât know already.â Based on the girlsâ expressions, you guess that they didnât know about it.
It is time to address something important: how did they know that itâs your birthday? âWell, I asked Miss KimâKim Dayeon, that is,â Sihyeon says, âand now we know everyoneâs birthdays.â You shake your head. âSo let me ask again, Sunbin-ie didnât hurt her ankles?â Everyone bursts out laughing. âNo, no, noâwe just had Jihyun-ie act stressed and sad so that she could get your attention. âWell, dang,â you say, âmaybe we should consider giving Jihyun-ie some acting lessons.â
Sunbin pulls out a plastic knife from her back pocket and cuts the cake into 8 parts. âYou and Miss Yoon should share, boss,â Sunbin says. Daeun passes a slice over to you along with a spoon. âChoo, choo, baby.â You guide a spoonful of cake towards Seoyeonâs mouth, and with red cheeks, she takes it in her mouth. âOooooh,â the trainees collectively react, as if sharing the same brain cells. Seoyeon shakes her head as she chews her mouthful. âAlright, alright,â you try saving your girlfriend from further embarrassment, âletâs eat, girls!â
It doesnât take long for people to finish their slicesâHyeonju even finishes hers in 3 mouthfuls. âMiss Park and Miss Jeon, get some water for us, please.â Soobin and Sunbin do as you ask and grab some bottles of water. âAlright, so,â you start a new topic, âI think this is a good opportunity to talk.â The trainees look at you both in confusion and nervousness. âOh, donât worry; itâs nothing to be concerned aboutâif anything, I think you should be excited about this.â
You briefly explain to the trainees how youâre planning to implement a system where each of them can request an audience with anyone in the company for anything they want to address, from work-related things to personal ones. âA part of the plan is to have Miss Yoon over here to take on a role as your, erm, older sister, I guess.â The seven trainees look at you and Seoyeon in silence, probably processing what this could mean for them. âLook,â you pile on, âI want to provide clear communication channels between us because each of you matters a lot for us.â âAnd how do you plan on doing that, sir?â âI have some cards of different colors upstairs, and the idea is that different colors represent different purposes; show it to anyone and theyâll take care of you accordingly, from the trainers to the psychiatrist.â
âI like that,â Sunwoo is the first to break the silence, âI think I like that idea, boss.â A smile appears on your face, pushing tenseness away in the process. âThank you, Miss Jungâanyone else?â Sihyeon asks if seeing the psychiatrist would require them to pay. âNo, the company will pay for it, because weâll be hiring professionals for this.â âWait, hold on,â Sunwoo speaks again, âplease promise us that this system is long-term.â You nod. âAs long as me and Miss Yoon are here, it wonât go away.â
âGuys,â Seoyeon takes the baton from you, âplease let us know what you think.â Park Soobin, who happens to sit right next to her, hugs her from the side. âUnnie,â she says softly, âI love you, my unnie.â Seoyeon replicates the gesture, beaming as she does. âI love you too, Soobin-ah; talk to me often, âkay? I promise Iâll make time for you.â
You step away from the circle to give space, and the girls immediately hug Seoyeon from all directions as a group. You find yourself beaming and your heart is full of warmth because of the sight in front of you. âIâm glad everyone is on board with the idea.â âCan we call you oppa, then?â Jihyunâs question makes you laugh. âI mean, if youâre comfortable with it, then sure.â
The trainees take their previous sitting positions in the circle, thus allowing you to rejoin. âOh, I just remembered,â you say, âweâre also planning on giving you guys some vacation, since your instructors are going to take some PTO next week.â Some cheer while some others donât really show excitement. You ask those who arenât as ecstatic if theyâre okay, and they say different reasons as to why theyâre not excited: Daeun doesnât feel like seeing her parents (she doesnât have the best relationship with them), Hyeonju wants to see her parents but doesnât have money for transport (that can be fixed easily), and finally, Soobin says she wants to practice more.
âWork will always be there, Soobin-ah,â you say, âdonât you want to take a breather for a moment?â Soobinâs teary gaze strays away from yours. âI think Iâm still lacking, sir, and since only 5 of us will debut, I-I need to pick it up.â You notice that Seoyeon is deeply looking at you, and you wonder if this is a good opportunity to reveal the plan of debuting all of them.
A part of you wants to provide comfort for Soobin, but at the same time, itâs too risky to open the card now. âAlright, okay,â you say, âMiss Kim said earlier that she wanted to be more hands-on with your training, so Iâm going to entrust you to her.â âY-yes, sir; I-I will work hard.â
The general mood is declining, and it makes you think that itâs time to wrap it up. âAlright, letâs go home, everyone.â Before leaving with you, Seoyeon makes the time to hug each trainee, offering comfort and kindness to them. âWe will see you soonâgood evening, everyone.â
As soon as you get in the car with Seoyeon, she confronts you. âWhy didnât you say that all of them will debut?â âI wanted to, but I felt like it was too risky.â She clicks her tongue in disappointment. âThey needed comfort, oppa, but you failed to provide them with itâthis is their future more than it is ours.â You sigh. âIâm sorry,â you say, âshould we tell them now, then?â âNo, itâd be embarrassing to go back in there, but you need to tell them soon.â
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âIâm going to shower first; feel free to do whatever.â Seoyeon beelines towards the bathroom without bothering to shed some clothes off first. âSure, baby.â
You take a seat on the edge of the bed, feeling very uneasy about the attitude that your girlfriend is showing you. At the same time, however, this wouldnât have happened had you told the trainees that all of them will debut in January. âItâs fineâthis is fine,â you say to yourself, âSoobin-ie still needs to practice more anyway.â
While you wait for Seoyeon to finish showering, you get rid of your work clothes in favor of some more comfortable T-shirt and shorts. âOppa!â You faintly hear her calling to you from the bathroom. âOne second!â You jog a little towards her and see that the bathroom door is slightly open. âYes, baby?â âCan you grab me some pajamas?â âSure.â
After grabbing a set of pink pajamas from the wardrobe, you make your way back to the bathroom. âBaby, Iâm putting it on the mat, okay?â You see the door swinging open, revealing your drenched, naked girlfriend. âCome here,â she says. Your eyes run up and down her body as you think about the situationâoh, wait, she just shaved. âErm, sure.â
You stay silent as Seoyeon undresses you, cooperating here and there where you see fit. âOppa,â she snatches your attention, âlisten to me, please.â Your gaze moves to meet hers. âFirst of all, happy birthday,â she begins, âI didnât forget it, just so weâre clear, but I didnât have time to get you a present, so Iâm sorry.â You shake your head. âHaving you by my side is far better than any present.â Seoyeon looks away momentarily to hide her red cheeks.
âAnyway,â she clears her throat before continuing, âI want to apologize, oppa; I, erm, wasnât so kind with you this past hour.â You shake your head again. âI understand where you were coming fromâactually, I was about to ask you if I should come to their practice tomorrow and announce the plan.â âWe can if you want to,â she says, and you simply nod in response.
âHey, so, ermâ you change the subject, âwhy am I here?â Seoyeon chuckles. âWell, I wanted to suck youâyâknow, to celebrate your birthday and all that.â Your lips are shut, but your cock does the talking, getting hard at the prospect of getting a blowjob. âTake a seat somewhere, oppa.â You look for spots in the bathroom and decide that youâll take the toilet. âIâm ready when you are, baby.â
The way Seoyeonâs hips sway as sheâs making her way towards you combined with the sight of her shaved crotch makes you drool. The sight is replaced when she kneels between your legs, her eyes locked on your erect shaft. âHappy birthday, oppa.â âThank you, love,â you place a hand on the side of her face, âthank you for being here.â Seoyeon, not in the correct position to peck you on the lips, gives you a peck on the tip of your cock.
You gasp when the first few centimeters of your cock enters her mouth. Seoyeon wastes little time and immediately begins bobbing her head along your shaft. âOh my God, baby,â you say breathily, âyouâre always so damn good at this.â Enthused by your praise, Seoyeon plants her hands on your thighs so that she can be stable while sucking your cock fast and deep. Her wet hair sticks on different parts of her face, and you take it as your job to tidy it up as much as you can.
âOh, God, I wonât last if you do it like that,â you comment when you feel her tongue running on the underside of your shaft. Your cock leaves her lips with a pop. âNo, no, no, you can only bust here,â she points at her crotch, âI didnât shave just for you to cum in my mouth.â You wipe some drool off the edges of your lips. âOkay,â you say, âare we doing it here, then?â Seoyeon looks around the bathroom. âYeah, letâs do it here; itâs easier for us to clean up after.â âIâm ready when you are, baby.â
You expect Seoyeon to impale herself on your cock, but she doesnâtâshe just stands in front of you with her hands on your shoulders. âAre you okay, baby?â She sighs. âI, erm, donât feel the usual emotions.â You show her a gentle smile. âIs that so, my love?â The endearment makes her blush a little. âIf you keep calling me that, though...â
You lift your butt off the toilet, thus towering over her like you usually do. âLove, listen, please,â you rub her cheek gently, âI love you so, so, so much, and Iâm thankful for you.â Seoyeonâs big eyes are locked on yours, and her lips are shut tight, waiting for you to pile on. âThat said, my love, I apologize for all my shortcomings; I promise I will work on becoming the best person you want to spend your life with.â
âYou know I hate empty promises, right, oppa?â You nod. âI do, and I hate them as much as you do, love.â âSo, how are you going to show your commitment to fulfill that promise, oppa?â Her question stumps you; how are you going to show your commitment is indeed a very good and valid question. âI-I donât know.â This cluelessness makes you want to cryâyou really want to give her a good answer, but no matter how hard youâre cranking the gears in your head, you just canât come up with one. âI-Iâm sorry, I-I donât know what to say.â
Seoyeon takes her turn to rub your cheek with her gentle hand. âYou donât have to answer with your words, oppaâactions speak louder anyway.â The embarrassment in your head leads to you dropping your chin, but Seoyeon lifts it up again, thus making you look at her again. âHey, now,â her voice is very soft, âget yourself together, oppa; I still love you, yâknow.â You take a deep breath. âSorry, loveâyou brought me here to have sex, and what youâre getting is a mess.â âLet me fix that mess, oppa.â
Seoyeon gets on her tippy toes and places her lips on yours, and with every second passing, you can feel that things are getting clearer for you to see; Seoyeon is here to stay and watch you grow as a man in this relationship with her unwavering patience and warm love. âI love you, oppa,â her soft voice warms your heart, âand trust me when I say that itâs not an empty sentence.â You smile. âI love you more, loveâI havenât the slightest of doubt in my head about us.â Seoyeon smiles sweetly. âI think weâre ready to have sex now.â âWe are,â you agree with her, âbut I donât want to do it here.â
You step away from your girlfriend to grab a towel and use it to wipe water off her body. âSex in the bathroom doesnât feel appropriate for us right now, donât you think?â Seoyeon hums in agreement. Once sheâs dry enough to not wet the bed, you lift her by her thighs and carry her to the bedroom, exchanging pecks on the way there.
âI take it weâll be doing vanilla?â âI mean, we have some chocolate in the fridge if you want to spice it up.â Seoyeon laughs. âNo, no, noâwe didnât build up all those emotions just to be, uh, naughty.â You take a seat on the edge of the bed with her still on your lap. âMaybe next time, then?â She sticks her tongue out slightly, seemingly full of ideas for ânext time.â âWe can go crazy next time, oppa, but letâs worry about that next time.â
You fall backwards onto the bed, thus making Seoyeon take the top position. âOh, I get to be on top?â You chuckle. âAs if youâve never been on top before.â You gasp when you feel her grabbing your cock and stroking it. âYou know I like being on the bottom more, but I donât mind riding this big dick of yours every now and then.â
Youâre about to say something but got cut off when Seoyeon lets you in her tight and wet pussy. âOh, yes, daddy,â she lets out a long moan at the first contact. âVanilla, baby, remember?â She laughs a little. âAh, of courseâsorry, force of habit.â
She lies on your body, putting those soft tits of hers right on your chest. âWill you marry me one day, baby?â She gives you a peck on the lips. âI will marry you in this life, the next, and the one after.â âYou think weâll meet again in the next life?â She gives you another peck. âWe belong to each other, oppa, and weâll always find our way back, no matter the distance.â
You think that youâve had enough conversation, so you push yourself upwards into her warm pussy to signal that youâre ready (if not eager) to begin, thus earning a soft moan from her. âYouâre perfect for me, oppa, and Iâm perfect for youâthat Kim Dayeon girl canât compete with me.â You pinch her cheek lightly. âLetâs not mention another name when weâre in bed like this, baby.â âS-sure.â
You let out a big exhale when Seoyeon does a full up-and-down move along your cock, and you feel like youâre on cloud nine. âY-youâre doing that thing again, oppa,â she quips, ây-your eyes are rolling to the back of your head.â You let your eyelids close as they wish. âYouâre amazing, thatâs why.â You get a peck on the cheek from her. âIâm only like this for you, oppa; you make me want to give you the best all the time.â You donât know how sheâs able to speak these many words with your cock lodged deep in her pussy. âUh-huh.â
Seoyeon wraps her arms tightly around your nape and begins moving her hips along your cock, moaning so damn freely as she does. âOh, God, if only I could say how much I love you, oppa.â You shake your head. âActions speak louder, remember?â âY-yes, I remember, b-but still.â
You collect yourself and lift your body off the bed, and Seoyeon, as if able to read your mind, kisses you without being asked to. âI love you, babyâI love you so much, and Iâll make you mine forever one day.â âLetâs not worry about the future right now, oppa,â her whispered words hit you hard, âletâs think about the here and now.â You chuckle a little. âSure, baby.â
You move closer towards the center of the bed and take the top position this time. âI want to mark you, baby.â Seoyeon tilts her head to expose your target. âHave at it, oppa.â Your lips promptly latch on the side of her neck, and once she starts moaning because of it, you start moving your hips back and forth to maximize stimulation. âOh, yes, thatâs it, oppa,â she expresses her approval of your actions, âkeep going just like that, oppa.â
This relaxed pace works well for you; you donât have to worry about busting early because of her tight grip and instead are able to really enjoy the sensations. That said, Seoyeon, as per usual, likely needs something moreâ
âOppa, I-Iâm getting close.â
Well, isnât that great to hear; you were just about to ask her if she wanted something more to send her across the finish line, but she just announces that sheâs about to cross that line.
âWeâll cum together, baby, âkay?â Seoyeon nods in response as her eyes are shut tight, unlike her lips where moans are escaping from, and the sight makes you smile. âYouâre such a sweet girl, arenât you, baby?â âA s-sweet girl like me d-deserves a good guy.â You give her some fleeting kisses. âAm I not a good guy, baby?â Her lips form a small but precious smile. âY-youâre the best, oppa.â
Your heart starts racing as orgasm makes its way closer to you. âB-baby,â your voice is heavy and breathy, âI-Iâm about toââ âYes, yes, give it all to me, oppa.â You tighten the embrace and pick up the pace of your hips a bit, chasing your orgasm with utmost eagerness. âYes, just like that, oppaâoh, fuck, yes.â Seoyeonâs approval serves as fuel for your nearly exhausted body to keep pushing during this final short stretch.
With a deep grunt, you release a big, warm load into your girlfriend, thus earning a long moan from her. âIâoh, God,â youâre breathless, âI-I love you so much, baby.â Seoyeonâs body begins to tremble in your arms, a sign that confirms your success at the task. âH-hold me! Hold me, oppa!â You make sure your arms stay strong to hold her close, fighting off as much of the exhaustion as you can. âYouâre fine, baby; Iâm here for youâIâm always here for you, baby.â
It is only when Seoyeon calms down that you let go of the hug and move to lie next to her. âG-get me a pill, oppa.â You gather your strength and roll over to reach the bedside table to get the pill. You hand it over to your girlfriend along with a bottle thatâs barely a quarter full. âO-one day, we wonât bother with this thing,â she says, âI-I swear to God, Iâll give you a child, oppa.â You pet her head softly. âOne day, sweetie, okay?â
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You and Seoyeon arrive at your companyâs building in a fine and chill Saturday morning.
The two of you head straight to the practice room where you assume the trainees are, and true enough, everyone but Jihyun is present. âWhere is Jihyun-ie?â âShe went out to run earlier, but she should be here soon.â Itâs an odd time to start getting nervous, and you try your hardest to shake it off. âYeah, okay,â you take a seat on a nearby chair, âweâll wait for her a bit.â
The 19-year-old trio of Hyeonju, Daeun, and Soobin are lying on the floor, train hugging from one end to the other. âYah, Shin Daeun, stop moving, will you?â âThen hug me more tightly, dummy.â Hyeonju and Daeun have been close since middle school, which explains their best friend-like dynamics. âI donât know how Jinhwan-ie can cuddle you through the night.â
Daeun glances at you nervously. âD-donât say that out loud, Hyeonju-yahâthe boss is right there.â You donât recall including a âno datingâ term in anyoneâs contract. âDating is completely fine, girls,â you interject. Daeun reaches behind and slaps Hyeonju on the thigh. âI hate you sometimes, Kim Hyeonju.â
Jihyun enters the room after a short while, panting heavily as she does. âAh, hi,â she waves at you and Seoyeon, âgood morning.â âGood morning to you too, sweetie,â Seoyeon replies, âhow far did you run?â Jihyun looks at her smartwatch. âUh, about 3 kilometers.â âPace?â âJust around 7 minutes per kilometer.â Seoyeon claps her hands in praise. âGreat job, Jihyun-ah.â âI would love to hug you, unnie, but Iâm so sweaty.â Seoyeon takes off her cardigan and moves to hug Jihyun. âItâs fine, Jihyun-ah.â âYouâre the best, unnie.â
âAlright, now that everyone is here,â you stand up from your chair, âI would like to announce some things, so gather around, please.â The trainees take their spots near you, and you feel as if you were a kindergarten teacher right now. âLetâs start with the big one,â you take a deep breath first, âall seven of you are debuting.â Your announcement is met with confused blinks. âCan someone say something, please?â âAll of us are debuting, oppa?â Sunbin finally breaks the silence, and you nod in response, letting out a deep exhale in the process. âYou heard me right.â
The trainees look at each other, seemingly excited at the prospect of debuting together. Jihyun suddenly stands up in front of the crowd. âThat means no one is getting dropped, right?â She looks at you momentarily and looks at her fellow trainees. âCâmon, girls,â she tries firing up her colleagues, âthe boss just confirmed that all of us are debuting, so letâs give this our allâwe donât want to disappoint oppa and unnie, do we?â
Sihyeon gets on her feet and walks towards you. âOppa,â she says softly, âyouâre not riling us up for nothing, are you?â You shake your head adamantly to show seriousness. âWhat would I gain from lying to you, Sihyeon-ah?â Youâre taken aback when she suddenly hugs you. âI-I will work hard, oppaâyou wonât regret this, I swear!â You pet her back gently. âI know, Miss Kang,â you say, âgive this last part of training period your all, okay, and I promise weâll do our part in return.â
Sihyeon lets go of the hug and changes her target to Seoyeon and in her arms Sihyeonâs wall crumbles, showing everyone present the vulnerability of her gentle heart. âI wonât let you down, unnieâI swear on everything I wonât let you down.â Seoyeon closes her eyes as she tries her hardest to stay solid for Sihyeon. âI know, I know,â she pets her back gently the same way you did, âand Iâm certain you will make it to the big stage.â
You fish out a small handkerchief from your back pocket and hand it to Seoyeon, who then uses it to wipe Sihyeonâs tears. âHey, hey, listen to me,â Seoyeon says, âweâll be with you every step of the way, Sihyeon-ah, and whenever youâre worried about something, remember that youâre never alone.â Unable to answer, the crying girl resorts to nodding, and Seoyeon gives her one last pet on the back before letting go.
âGirls,â Seoyeon takes command despite her glassy eyes, âwe believe in you, the same way you believed in us when we first took you in as trainees, so please, letâs work hard together and make this dream come trueâam I understood?â âYes, unnie!â
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It is when you and Seoyeon reach the privacy of your office that she starts breaking down, no longer able to keep herself together. âI love them, oppa,â she begins, âI-I love them like an older sister.â You pull her into a hug and place a hand on the back of her head. âI know, sweetie, and Iâm so glad that they have someone like you by their side.â Her wails become louder as her hands hang on to your hoodie tightly to keep you as close as possible. âI-I want a raise, oppa.â You burst out laughing. âOf course, sweetie; Iâll give you a raise soon, okay?â
You stay with Seoyeon until her benevolent heart calms down and her beautiful eyes stop letting out tears. âYouâre such a kind person, arenât you, love?â She lets out a whimper into your chest. âPeople love you for your kindness, loveâyou know that, right?â âYes,â her voice is muffled by your body. You peck her on the top of her head once. âI will never let you go, love; my world would lose its light if you were to leave me.â âI-I wonâtâ" A sniffle interrupts her. âI wonât leave you forever, oppa.â
You walk backwards and drag her along towards your seat. âLetâs have a seat for a moment, âkay?â Your girlfriend nods into your chest, still not willing to look at you in the eyes. âYouâre safe here, love; youâre safe with me.â
Seoyeon suddenly lifts her chin and meets your gaze with eyes that are red from the wave of tears. âI love you, oppa.â âOh, baby,â you chuckle a little, âI love you so, so, so much, too.â âHow much?â âI know you donât like it when I say that Iâd die for you, so instead, Iâll say that I love you so much that I want to be healthy all the time so that I can always be with you.â She beams in satisfaction. âGreat answer, oppa.â
The bell to your office rings, and you expect Seoyeon to jump off your lap, but no, she still stays seated on you. âYou can answer it, oppa.â
You press a button on your desk to unlock the door, and it swings open soon after, thus revealing Dayeon who is dressed in a dance practice attire. âOh, am I interrupting?â You shake your head. âCan I help you?â âThe girls told me about your plan to debut all of them.â âAre you here to share your opinion, then?â âYes, kind of,â she says, âI think it was wise to tell them now; I can feel the hopefulness in the air.â âMy sweet Seoyeon-ie here deserves the credit; it was her idea to announce the plan to the trainees.â Dayeon nods before closing the door and disappearing behind it.
âOppa,â Seoyeon taps your nape to get your attention, âcan we go home now? Letâs leave the trainees with Dayeon-ie.â âDonât you want to get breakfast before we head home?â She nods against your left cheek. âI want some bubble waffles, oppa.â
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While you wait for the bubble waffles to be made, Seoyeon is at the nearby convenience store to get some stuff.
âWould you like to add anything to the other waffle?â âCan I have some peanut butter on the side, please?â The staff nods and fills two small cups with peanut butter, as youâve requested.
As timing would have it, Seoyeon is walking out of the convenience store right as youâre making your way towards it. âBag secured, baby,â you show her the plastic bag, âwe can go home now.â âOf course you got peanut butter,â she comments. âYou know me.â
Seoyeon wraps an arm around yours as the two of you walk towards your car. âDo you like to eat in the car, or?â âNo, letâs eat at home.â
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You sit on the sofa with Seoyeon as soon as you enter your apartment. âHereâs yours, baby,â you hand over the cookie-and-cream waffle. âOppa, donât eat all your peanut butter; I want some too later.â You guess that she wants to balance the sweetness of her waffle with some peanut butter, so you make sure you donât use all of it for yourself.
Your girlfriend only eats about half of her waffle before putting it down on the table. âBedroom,â she says suddenly, âright meow.â âOâŚkay?â She urges you to go first and says that sheâll join you after drinking some water. âIâll be waiting for you, baby.â
You promptly begin scratching your head as soon as you climb onto the bed, confused as to why Seoyeon suddenly wants to go the bedroom so early in the day. âShe probably wants to cuddle,â you guess.
âOh, hi, mister,â she walks into the bedroom with urgency, âyou know what I want, donât you?â âErm, cuddle?â âCuddle, he saysâGod, heâs so clueless sometimes,â she thinks, finding your cluelessness both funny and (mildly) annoying. âYeah, I do want a cuddle.â
You lie flat in the center of the bed and spread your limbs apart, inviting Seoyeon to take her rightful spot, and once she lies on top of your body, you use your limbs to secure her in place. âLike this, my love?â She wiggles a bit to get you to loosen up a little. âItâs perfect now.â
âHey, so, uh, why are we here?â Seoyeon grunts. âWhat, you donât like cuddling anymore?â âCâmon, baby; I didnât say that, did I? Iâm just curious, yâknow.â Youâre confused when she begins grinding her crotch against yours. âIt was supposed to be a segue to sex, but now that youâre asking, we might as well start now.â âBaby, itâs not even 10 yet.â Seoyeon breaks free from your limbs and moves to sit on your stomach. âSurely youâre not denying me sexual pleasures, are you?â You sigh deeply. âNo, Iâm not; I would never.â
Seoyeon rewards your correct answer with a steamy kiss that helps you get hard. Unfortunately, though, itâs getting a bit painful since these boxers and joggers arenât the stretchiest. âBabe,â you call to her, âtake off my pants, please.â âOf course, daddy.â
She grabs the waistband of your joggers and hooks her fingers to the inside so that she can pull down your boxers at the same time. âMy, my, youâre excited to see me, arenât you?â You nod as she begins stroking your cock. âYou know Iâm always excited for you.â
To your absolute surprise, Seoyeon pulls out the cup of peanut butter from her shorts pocket. âRemember this, daddy?â You keep your eyes on her as she coats the tip of your cock with peanut butter and spreads it along your length. âLook at this, daddy,â she keeps stroking your shaft to make sure itâs evenly coated, âthis is going to taste so good.â
You let out a big exhale when Seoyeon takes your peanut butter-coated cock in her mouth, and she exclaims at the taste. You jolt a little when you feel her tongue running wild on the underside of your cock. âOh, God, I wonât last if you do it like that, baby.â
After a few minutes of bobbing her head on your cock, Seoyeon taps your thigh to get your attention. âWook aw we,â she mumbles. Once you look at her, she starts going down on your cock even further until its entirety disappears in her mouth. âOh, youâre fucking crazy,â youâre breathless at this point, âfuck, your throat is going to get stretched, baby.â
Seoyeon comes up air after having had her airway blocked by your cock. âThat was so good, daddy; the peanut butter added some extra flavors.â You nod weakly. âI-Iâm glad, baby.â She climbs onto the bed and lies down next to you. âYour turn, daddy,â she pulls out another cup of peanut butterâthe one that you ate out of less than an hour agoâand places it on your chest. âGladly.â
With half a cup of peanut butter in hand, you pull Seoyeon by her legs towards you until her legs hang past the edge of the bed. âYou know where this is going, donât you?â Seoyeon nods. âTell me, then, baby.â âY-you will smear peanut butter over my pink pussy and eat me out until I squirt all over your face.â She rarely talks about herself in such a manner, and hearing it arouses you even more. âThatâs correct, baby.â
You get on your knees, and Seoyeonâs shiny pussy is right in front of your eyes. She jolts when you place a finger on her nub. âAww, sensitive much?â She nods. âP-please, daddy, make me feel good.â
You use your index and middle fingers to pick up some peanut butter and spread it crassly on Seoyeonâs pussy, and she keeps moaning as you do it. âOh, this is going to taste so good,â you use her line against her. âD-donât say it likeâoh, God, daddy.â Seoyeon immediately clamps your head with her thick thighs, and you swear that they cancel noises better than any fancy Sony headphones in your collection.
You continue administering stimulation on her pussy, earning endless sensual moans from your girlfriend, and at this moment, youâre glad your parents have inherited their love for peanut butter onto you. âD-daddy,â her voice is barely heard, âd-daddy, Iâm about to cum.â
You pick up the intensity of the cunnilingus as youâre highly enthused to make her finish; your tongue runs all over her pussy while occasionally sucking and nibbling her nub. Seoyeon places a hand on the back of your head while using the other hand to play with her plump tits for extra stimulation.
Youâre surprised when Seoyeonâs juice suddenly hits you in the face, but you manage to open your mouth just in time to catch some of them. Unable to speak, you tap her thigh to get her attention. âW-what?â You swallow her juice thatâs pooled in your mouth in one go, and Seoyeon lets out a chuckle. âYouâre insane, daddy.â
You use some wet wipes to clean yourself and your girlfriend. âT-thank you, daddy.â You peck her on the forehead. âNo, baby, thank youâI hope this is enough for now, though.â She nods. âIt should be.â
Seoyeon climbs onto your body when you lie on the bed. âD-daddy,â she moves on to a different subject, âdo youâerm, do you like my body?â Youâre both startled and confused. âWhat is that question, babe?â âI mean, I-Iâm not as fit as Dayeon-ieâI think her tits are also bigger than mine.â Your jaw drops due to the absurdity. âWhen have I compared you to her, hm?â âJ-just answer the question, daddy.â
You take a deep breath as you formulate an answer for your girlfriend. âFirst of all, I love your physique because youâre thick on the right spots. Number two, youâre very tight, both the front and the back.â âReally?â You scoff. âDo you not remember how I busted early when we first did anal?â Seoyeon giggles. âThat virgin ass was too much for your mighty cock, wasnât it, daddy?â âOh, for sure.â
Based on her smile, you estimate that sheâs satisfied with your answer. âBaby, look,â you say, âyou know Iâm not a fan of talking about a girlâs body like that, but I hope you understand what I was trying to say.â She nods. âI-I just needed some boost to my confidence, daddy, and you delivered just that.â You give her a peck on the lips. âIâm glad I could help.â
Seoyeon straightens her posture. âCan I have this, daddy?â She asks as she starts stroking your cock again. âAre you desperate for it?â âOh, câmon, you know I canât have enough of you, and I know you canât have enough of me.â You chuckle. âThatâs one way to put it.â
Your girlfriend lifts her butt of your lap andâ âOh, fuck, youâre in my ass, daddy.â âYeah?â You can only say one word as you fight her constraining asshole. âYouâre so big in my ass, daddyâfuck, youâre stretching me like crazy.â You reach around to spank her. âRide my cock, baby.â âY-yes, sir.â
Seoyeon plants her hands on your chest and begins moving up and down at a relaxed pace on your cock, savoring the sensation of getting stretched that is almost too much for her. âN-no one can do it like I can, right, daddy?â Youâre about to open your mouth when she piles on another question. âNo one can take you in the ass as well as I can, right, daddy?â âYes, and yes,â you say, âno one can do it like you can, and no one else deserves me like you do.â
Seoyeon rewards your correct answers (again) by picking up the pace of her bounces, and you canât help but let go of the controls of the session. âJust like that, babyâexactly like that,â you make sure the praises are flowing without hindrance. âFuck, fuck, fuck,â curses are flowing out of Seoyeonâs lips without hindranceâquite the contrast with you, but itâs no secret that opposites attract like crazy.
âD-daddy,â sheâs showing signs of exhaustion, ât-take over, pleaseâtake over and fuck me like you always do.â You pull her into an embrace and roll over so that youâre on top. âAre you going to tap out like last time?â âHold me down and force me to take it, daddyâIâm your slut.â Thatâs quite the nasty term, but at this moment, it only adds to your arousal. Your giggle sounds like a movie villainâs. âAlright, bet.â
You hold her legs and fold them over her body. âYouâre going to take it like a good slut, arenât you?â Seoyeon nods. âF-fuckâOH, FUCK ME, DADDY!â The bedroom is getting filled with screams and moans from your girlfriend and heavy grunts from you as you pound her ass without mercy.
Seoyeonâs eyes start rolling backwards as time goes, completely in submission to your cock. A particular thrust messes up your hair, thus disrupting your vision of your girlfriend. You stop momentarily to tidy up, and while youâre at it, you take a moment to check up on her. âYou okay, baby?â She nods weakly. âM-my ass is going to be so sore,â she says weakly.
With your hair tidied up, you start moving again at a pace thatâs similar prior to the pause. âNgh, ngh, ngh.â Only these sounds come out of Seoyeonâs mouth as you fuck her ass restlessly to chase an orgasm. In her head, sheâs praying that itâs good enough for you, considering that she canât help but be passive in this position. âDaddy is using me,â these words keep going around in her head endlessly, but she must admit, anal sex offers much more sensation; the pain, the tightness, and the stretch are different than vaginal sex.
With a grunt, you lodge your cock as deep as you can into her ass and blow a massive load right into her. âB-baby,â youâre breathless again, âI love you so, so, so much.â âHave mercy,â she weakly replies. When you retreat from her ass, it leaks out some excess cum onto the bed, but thatâs fine, you can just swap the sheets. âAre you okay, babyâare you hurt?â Seoyeon shakes her head. âI-I need some water, though.â
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Youâre sitting at the desk in your bedroom while Seoyeon (who is still naked) is lying in bed and is on her phone, scrolling through social media.
âBabe,â you call to her, âJihyun-ie is video-calling me.â âWhy?â âI donât know,â youâre as clueless as she is. Seoyeon sits on your lap and tilts the webcam upwards so that it doesnât pick up her nude form. âAccept it, oppa; I want to hear what she has to say.â
âOh my God, youâre both here!â You see that itâs actually Hyeonju and Sunwoo, the latter holding a guitar. âOh, you two are really dating, huh?â You chuckle. âWhat would I gain from lying to you, Miss Kim?â
âWait, Seoyeon-unnie,â Sunwoo says, âyouâre not naked, are youâI can see your bare shoulder, you know.â Seoyeon looks away momentarily before winking at Sunwoo, and sheâs met with exclaims of disbelief from the two girls. âI really shouldnât have asked that, huh?â âNo, but itâs okay; me and oppa are consenting adults.â
âSo, to what do we owe this call, girls?â Hyeonju fights the heat in her cheeks and says that her and Sunwoo would like to give you a present in the form of some song covers. âWe practiced this afternoon, oppa,â she adds. You look at Seoyeon through the screen and see that sheâs excited to hear them sing. âSounds greatâweâre ready when you are.â
Sunwoo starts playing the guitar to signal to Hyeonju that sheâs ready, and Hyeonju starts bopping her head as she gets ready to sing. âFeel free to sing along, boss,â she says right before itâs time to sing.
ç§ăŻç§ 貴ćšăŻč˛´ćšă¨ (I am only me, you are only you)
ć¨ĺ¤č¨ăŁăŚă ăăăŞć°ăăăă (I said that last night and still feel the same way)
ă°ăŹă¤ăŽă¸ăŁăąăă㍠(You in your gray jacket)
čŚčŚăăăă ăłăźăăźăŽăăż (With that familiar coffee stain)
ç¸ĺ¤ăăăŞăŽă (Just as you always are)
ăˇă§ăźăŚăŁăłăăŚăŤ äşäşşć ăă° (Our reflection in the display window)
You know this song so well; at some point in your university life, you and your friends were obsessed with this song and listened to it so frequently, but Seoyeon doesnât know what song this is. âIâll tell you more about it later,â you whisper to her as you get ready to sing along.
Stay with me~
çĺ¤ä¸ăŽăă˘ăăăă (Knocking on Midnightâs door)
帰ăăŞăă§ă¨ćłŁăă (Begging you to not go home)
ăăŽĺŁçŻă äť çŽăŽĺ (That season when I cried right in front of your eyes)
Stay with me~
ĺŁăăăč¨ăăŞăă (Saying our favorite words)
äşäşşăŽçŹéăćąă㌠(Holding on to our little moment)
ăžă ĺżăă 大äşăŤăăŚăă (Iâll never forget it as long as I live)
You clap your hands loudly in praise and awe when Hyeonju stops singing. âOh my God, Kim Hyeonju,â you say, your tone high in excitement, âyou absolutely killed that coverâgoodness me!â âYou know that song, boss?â You roll your eyes playfully. âThat should be my questionâhow do you know that song thatâs older than your parents, hm?â Hyeonju laughs. âI stumbled upon it when I was scrolling the internet,â she gives a very typical todayâs kidâs answer. âI was obsessed with that song when I was in university, you know.â
Seoyeon taps your forearm. âWhat song was that, oppa?â âGirls, your Seoyeon-unnie doesnât know what song it was,â you tease her, âthe song is called Mayonaka no Door, sweetie, sung by the legendary Miki Matsubara and was released in 1979.â Her jaw drops. âOh my God, thatâs a long time ago.â You nod. âThatâs why I wondered how Hyeonju and Sunwoo knew about this song.â
Hyeonju asks for your attention, citing that she and Sunwoo are ready to present the second song cover for you and Seoyeon. âAh, I know this one,â Seoyeon comments when Sunwoo starts playing her guitar.
ë¤ę° ë ěŤě´í´ďż˝ďż˝ďż˝ë 깸 ěě (I know that you hate me)
ëë ěě´í´ (Iâm sad)
ęˇ¸ë° ë ě ëë 몝 ě´í´í´ (Why canât you understand me?)
You donât understand, ë ë뼟 ě˘ěíë¤ęł (You donât understand, I like you)
You have a big grin on your face, expecting Sunwoo and Hyeonju to share the lines like the original artists, and true enough, they are.
ë´ę° ë ě몝íëë° (What did I do wrong?)
ë´ę˛ ě ꡸ëŹëë° (Why are you doing this to me)
꡸ë´ěëĄ ë ëę˛ ěěí´ (The more you do that, the sadder I get) Oh Iâm so sad
꡸ëŹëęš ěŹěŹ (So let me slowly) come into your heart
ë§ě ě¤ěí ęą´ ë§ě (The important thing is the heart)
ę˛°ě˝ ë¤ ěźęľ´ë§ ëł´ęł ě˘ěíë ęą° â ěë ěëěź (Iâm not liking you just for your faceâno, no)
ë 미ěíë ëě ë ě´ ě ë§íŹęšě§ë (Even your sharp words that hate on me)
ěŹëíę˛ ë ęą° ě´ę˛ ë´ ë§ě´ěź (I came to love them, this is my heart)
Just like before, you clap your hands loudly in praise. âGreat job, girls,â you add, âwow, youâre great at this.â âWe told you we wouldnât let you down, didnât we, boss?â You can hear the pride in Sunwooâs voice. âOh, that you did, Sunwoo-yah, and trust me when I say that Iâm anything but disappointed right now.â
Youâre interrupted when Seoyeon suddenly kisses you in front of the girls, and you can hear their loud, surprised exclaim through the video callâthis is the first time she has committed a public display of affection with you. âOh my God, you two are so in love,â Sunwoo comments. âYou have no idea,â Seoyeon says after breaking the kiss, âoppa is such an amazing boyfriend for me.â âPromise us youâll invite us to your wedding, unnie,â Sunwoo adds, thus making Seoyeon laugh. She leans closer towards the camera, presumably to whisper something into the microphone. âHey, uh, donât tell anyone yet, but the wedding is closer than you think.â Youâre met with another loud scream from the other side of the screen.
You tap her back to get her attention. âYou think so, baby?â You speak quietly so that the microphone doesnât pick up your voice. âOh, I know so,â she says, âIâm going to make you mine, oppa.â Another grin decorates your face.
âAnd youâre going to be mine forever, baby girl.â
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jude bellingham x black reader
summary : jude calls his ex in the middle of the night because he canât sleep
warnings : angst
wc : 777
english isn't my language, so please bear with me
2:00 A.M.
Jude lay in bed, restless, unable to escape his thoughts. Just like the night outside, his mind was clouded, each thought lost in shadow and silence. Sleepless nights had become commonplace for the young man because he was afraid to close his eyes, even for a second, knowing that this nightmare would come. It was always the same. It was haunting and ruining his hours of rest with images of her, wrapped in someone elseâs arms. But this nightmare reflected his reality. Whether he was awake or asleep, Jude couldnât escape it. He was tied to this reality. They went hand in hand.
He sighed and turned to the empty side of his bed, where she used to sleep. Four months had passed since their breakup, and her scent had faded from the pillow, a painful reminder of her absence. She was gone. She was no longer his, and she was happy with another guy. She no longer needed Jude in her life. She had found something better, away from the cameras, the rumours and the lies.
The young man sat on his bed, his eyes devoid of any emotion. Jude had seen this scenario happen before, but this time, he wasnât crying. He used to hold back his tears, but now, whenever the feeling came over him, he would let them flow freely quietly, so his mother wouldnât hear.Â
âIâm sorry.â He whispered. Jude regretted not fighting for her, for their relationship and for their friendship. The pain and hurt were unbearable, thinking about how he let her go so easily, and now he was paying the price.
âWhy did I do that?â
His trembling hand reached for his phone. He scrolled through his messages. The latest were from his friends and teammates, asking if he was feeling better, since he looked tired during todayâs training session.
âYes, Iâm fine.â He whispered again, rolling his eyes. The young man ignored them because he didnât know what to say, other than to lie.
Jude sighed deeply and scrolled a little further before clicking on her contact. His heart clenched as he read their last messages before everything fell apart. He typed the words he wished he had told her back then, although he doubted she would read his messages. She had moved on and left him behind, lost in the memories of what they once shared.
âIâm sorry.â
âYou deserve so much better. I regret everything.â
âI love you.â Jude took a deep breath. He knew better, but he didnât care. Was he being selfish? Yes, but the temptation was too strong. He needed to hear her voice, even if it was from her voicemail. The young man brought the phone to his ear, feeling a knot in his stomach, and his throat dry.
âThis is a terrible idea,â he thought, and just as he was about to hang up, he heard her tired voice.
âHello?â Jude froze, holding his breath. He couldnât believe she answered. âHello?â she asked again. Jude opened his mouth, but no words came out. A storm of emotions rose within him.
âHi,â he finally said in a barely audible voice.
âJude? Why are you calling me at two in the morning?â he could sense the irritation in her voice, but he couldnât blame her for it. She had every reason to resent him. âWe havenât talked in four months, and youâre suddenly calling me in the middle of the night. Whatâs wrong with you?â
âOh, sorry, I must have called the wrong person. That wasnât my intention.â It was a lie, but he couldnât let her know the truth. He didnât want her to know how lost and miserable he was without her. He didnât want her to know that he spent his days thinking of her, wishing he could go back and undo everything.
âSo, um⌠how are you? I saw your pictures with your boyfriend. You look good together. Congratulations.â He tried to keep his voice steady, but it didnât seem to work. She could hear the pain.
Jude felt the tears well up, and this time, he silently let them flow down his cheeks. He was so tired of fighting when he had lost the battle long ago.
âJude? Are you crying?â she asked softly. The young man wiped his tears before ending the call.
2:45 A.M.
Jude lay back on his bed, feeling emptier than ever, like a black hole expanding. Tears continued to flow like a torrent while his phone kept vibrating on his bedside table.
âIn case youâre wondering, Iâm not with him anymore.â
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Back to Us - Chapter 2
Summary: Y'/n wakes after an accident to her Avengers team-mates. But something isn't quite right and only Steve and Tony can see it.
Characters/Relationships: Steve Rogers x Reader; Tony Stark; Natasha Romanoff; Other Avengers Characters
Content warnings: Mentions of an accident (no details yet); If I missed any, let me know
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Word count: 1142 (approx.)
Tony & Steve stood close together outside the hospital room in silence for a few minutes.
âSo, that was strange, right Tony?â Steve asked.
âYeah, I noticed somethings she said earlier too. I think sheâs got some kind of amnesia. Letâs let the Doc do his tests and Iâll come back later this afternoon and talk to him to see what is going on.â
Back in the hospital room, the Doctor pulls a chair up and sits beside your bedside. âOk, letâs talk some more. Youâve been in a coma for 10 days. Weâre going to send you off for an MRI, draw some blood and check the basics first and just make sure everythingâs working the way it should. How does that sound?â
Y/n smiles at him tiredly âIâm getting really tired but Iâll try and stay awake for all the testsâ
âWell, the MRI youâll need to stay awake for cause thereâll be certain breathing exercises youâll need to do during it, but that will all be told to you when you get to the imaging department. And apart from that, we can always work around your naps, because you definitely need to rest as well.â
Later that day, you are back in your room after the first lot of tests have been completed. Napping on and off while waiting for the next test and the results of the ones they have already completed.
The doctor comes into the room again with the computer that shows him the test results. âWell, all of it looks good Y/n. I canât see anything concerning on the MRI and the blood tests have come back fine as well, so it looks like no permanent damage.â
âWell, thatâs great news Docâ you said.
âLetâs do some memory test questions, okay?â As the Doctor asks this, Tony walks back into the room.
âSorry doc, I just couldnât stay away, but it looks like I got here just in time for the good stuff. Hey Y/n, how are you feeling this afternoon?â he asked.
âReally tired tony. But Doc has just said that the MRI and other tests have come back fine. And hopefully if these memory questions go well, I can go home?â you look at the Doctor hopefully.
âOkay, first question â what is todayâs date and do you know where you are?â the Doctor begins.
âToday is May 15th and Iâm at Stark County Hospitalâ you proudly answer.
âGreat, what is your full name, date of birth and parents names?â the doctor continues.
You smile because these are all easy questions in your opinion. âEasy. My name is Y/fn Y/ln, Date of birth 22 June, my parents are Y/mn & Y/dn Y/lnâ
âAlright, here comes the big one. What is the last thing you remember before waking up here?â
âWell, I think I remember an impact, but Iâm not sure if thatâs a trick of my brain because Iâve been told there was an accident. I do remember Steve, I mean Captain Rogers, Bucky, Nat and I were heading to a Hydra facility in Romania cause we had intel that there were some hostages being held there.â
âWe split up, Nat and Cap went to the West and Bucky and I went to the East to make sure there werenât any goons over and above the ones we anticipated would be guarding the facility. Bucky and I dealt with the ones on our side and entered the building, clearing floors as we went.â
âWe met Nat & Cap in the centre of the main floor, agreed theyâd go up to the higher floors and Bucky and I would go down to the lower floors as we thought thatâs likely where theyâd hold the hostages. The last thing I remember is being on maybe the 3rd floor down and entering a room with at least 6 people chained up to the walls, in cells. Bucky started ripping the cell doors off their hinges so we could get into them, then there was a beeping and thatâs about it. â
âLike I said, I think there was an explosion, but Iâm not really sure if thatâs just cause, you know..â you finished.
âOk, get some more rest and Iâll be back later to see how you are.â The Doctor told you. You nodded at him and Tony and closed your eyes.
âIâll be right back Y/nâ Tony smiles at you and you smile back, drifting into sleep.
Tony quickly caught up to the Doctor. âHey doc, so, whatâs the latest? That was particularly concerning to me?â
âShe seems fine, thereâs nothing wrong with any of her results. Whatâs concerning you Tony?â he enquired.
âWell, that Hydra incident she says is the last thing she remembers, that was 4 years ago. I was a bit worried today cause she didnât seem to remember a few things, but this is the icing on the cake.â Tony conveyed his concern to your doctor.
âHmmmm, well, I guess weâll run some more tests and Iâll keep you posted.â The Doctor told Tony, also showing some concern now that he knew this further information.
Over the next couple of days, the doctor and his team ran further tests, but couldnât work out why you were missing the memories, except for the bump on your head.
Tony and the doctor decided it was time to tell you so they sat down with you on the day you were to be discharged.
âSo Y/nâ the doctor began âWeâve run a whole heap of tests and everything looks great, however there is one thing we need to let you know.â
âOh. âyou were concerned that there was something that looked ok but wasnât. âAlright, lay it on me.â
Tony took over âThe other day when you first woke up you said a few things that concerned Steve and I. Then when the doctor was doing the memory test questions, you mentioned the Hydra mission in Romania as the last thing you remembered.â
âRight, that was my last conscious memory that I can recall.â You said.
âYeah, well the thing isâŚâ Tony started âthat mission was not the last mission you went on.â
âOh, so thereâs another mission in the middle that I donât remember? How much time am I missingâ you canât think of how long ago it was but surely it was only a few days or a week or two.
âYou know what, letâs just leave it at a gap in your memories for now?â Tony asked.
âAnd we shouldnât force anything, the more you force this kind of thing, the more the brain can subconsciously rebel against remembering. We need the memories to come back naturally to give you the best chance of having full recollection of whatever is missing.â
You sat back and wondered just how much you were missing.
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"I want you there ..."
Tech Grief Ficlette
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Warnings: Sad, Grief.
Summary: A grown up Omega has some news for an old friend.
WC: 661 Read on Ao3
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Omegaâs boots crunched along the gravel of the familiar path. It had been a while since she had trekked back to Pabu, now the sea breeze danced about her, caressing her cheeks like a welcome from an old friend.Â
Her portfolio case swung from one hand, the familiar broken goggles from the other. She was almost never seen without them. Today though, she was heading to a special place on Pabu⌠the place she came to talk while she finished growing up. Talk to him.Â
The cliff line finally broke, giving her a gorgeous view of the sunset. Brilliant orange, just like the amber glass in her hand. She sat at the rocks edge, opened her portfolio and with a sigh, slipped on the goggles.Â
She hit record.Â
âHey, Tech⌠it's been a while, I wanted to update you on what I've been up toâŚâ
It had been forever since she talked to him like this, panic and dread had set in one day when she realized the internal data storage was running low. She didn't want it to loop and record over anything but today was worth talking to him⌠formally.Â
She pulled out the first etching, a dark umbra alive with bonfires and crude little drawings of people.Â
âI've been doing well with the rebellion, we won an important skirmish a few months ago, Partied after harder than Hunter says you guys did⌠but I guess he might have down played what you boys got up toâŚâ
She trailed off, stroking the figures around the little fire, just to have her hand come away black with sooty medium. She furrowed her brow, and wiped her fingers on her pants before drawing out another sketch.Â
âThis⌠well, I was trying to design a call mark for the hull of the marauder⌠nothing really worked out,â
There were over a dozen half finished figures with exs through them, and scattered notes. It wasn't what she was really after. She looked more carefully through her etchings, finally pulling out one of a full body figure. Their back was on full display and every detail and shadow had been filled in lovingly.Â
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âI'm getting married soon⌠it's gonna be here, on Pabu. I met them out there and well, life is short on the battlefield⌠you know that more than any soâŚâ
A lump was starting to form in her throat but she swallowed the old pain gracefully, continuing.Â
âI'm planning on wearing your goggles⌠so you can come to, I just wanted to give you a heads up before⌠before you were just, walking me down the aisle⌠I hope that's okay,â
It was nonsense, but it always felt like putting his goggles on and pressing record⌠it was like Tech could open his eyes again for a brief moment.Â
âI was always gonna wear them anyways⌠Hunter insists he should be the one to walk me, but Wrecker said it was unfair and I think it upset Crosshair too⌠they're taking turns now. Hunter starts, Wrecker in the middle and Cross'll finish it⌠but you'll be with me the whole time⌠I want you thereâŚâ
She stopped the recording and whipped the goggles off, squeezing her eyes as a few hot tears grazed her cheeks. It had been a long time since she last cried for Tech, but the heightened stress of the past few weeks left her vulnerable to the old wounds.Â
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have insisted we go, it's my faultâŚ
She caught the thoughts there, releasing them with a shaky sigh as the cycles of grief lit through her for the life that should have been. Thoughts she'd never be rid of even though she knew they weren't true, almost a comfort that she could still feel his absence so greatly⌠that she never forgot.Â
Catching her breath, she checked the remaining storage. Only a few hours leftâŚÂ
I hope this is okay ⌠I want you there.Â
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#the bad batch#tbb tech#tbb omega#tbb ff#tbb#sw ff#fanfiction#tech grief#tech mourning#tbb tech fic#tbb omega fic
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In Astris Supra (Chapter 5: Circulus Insutus Fato, Portas Abditas Resera)
Agatha Harkness x F!OC
Read it on AO3
October 1710
There is no amount or combination of words sufficient enough to capture the true horror of war. Even those who avoid the front face of conflict are subject to the cruelty and tragedy that befalls men at arms. There is heartbreak, sorrow, and a pain so immense that it blankets the battlefield and all that surrounds it like a straitjacket, constricting everything until it chokes both sides of the conflict and creates suffering.Â
I had not truly known suffering like that. Not even when I left Salem behind in pursuit of a nobler calling, one that would hopefully allow me to one day return to Agatha Harkness and offer her a solution. At the time, I could only assume that she had remained in Salem, carving out her own place in the town and wreaking havoc on those who dared to get in her way. From what I could gather, based on the cries of newsboys from Boston to Philadelphia, the Witch Trials had come to an end, the town nearly destroyed by their own paranoia. It made me wonder just how much influence Agatha had gained in just a few short months, made me try to recall if I could have had the opportunity to see the signs of her inevitable descent into power mongering.Â
But I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried, I could not bring myself to think that she had done so willingly. The love that I had for her remained, despite my best efforts to suppress it. At night, I dreamed of the days we spent together, when there was no barrier between us, no coven driving a wedge between her and her potential for good. Those memories would bring on what ifs that were as blissful as the feeling of her touch on my skin. What if we had left Salem before her mother had found us out? What if I had told her of my love for her before it was too late? What if we could have been happy simply being together, with no magic to get in the way?
"Lots on your mind this morning, eh, Ms. Stuart?"Â
My thoughts were abruptly cut off by the voice of the man I was traveling with. Looking over at him from the back of my horse, I smiled wistfully and nodded. Dr. Rupert Kingsley was a rather handsome and kind young man, who came straight off the boat from London proper, with wide, dark eyes and light brown hair the shade of molten bronze. Had my interests been aligned with his, I likely would have married him as soon as the opportunity presented itself, but he was well aware that our paths were parallel to each other, never meant to cross but rather to guide each other to the right destination. So, as a talented young physician, with no ward or servant, he accepted me as an unofficial student and permitted me to travel with him as he moved from Boston northward along the coast of the colonies and into the wilds of French-controlled Acadia.Â
"There's always a lot on my mind, Dr. Kingsley. Today though, the thoughts are just a tad bit louder than usual." I replied, tightening the grip on my reins. My gaze fell from the doctor to my hands, buried in the black mane of my mare.
"I'm sorry to hear that." Rupert said solemnly, "But I'm afraid you're going to have to silence them. There's no place for loud thoughts on the battlefield. If you want to be a doctor, and I know you do, you have to calm your mind and senses. Leave no room for distractions, they only lead to mistakes, and mistakes lead to death."Â
"Of course."
We did not speak again after that, instead allowing the silence to be filled by the beat of our horses' hooves beneath us as we urged them forward to a lively trot and continued on the path northward. It had been a week since we had crossed into Acadia, and with Lieutenant-General Nelson on the move with nearly 2,000 men intent on laying siege to the French at Port Royal, we had little time for dawdling.
The troops were meant to make landfall at their destination any day now, a cohort of doctors and their associates not far behind. From there, it was simply the task of removing the French, an objective that had proven surprisingly difficult for the British forces as of late. But the British were unwilling to cave, which was why Dr. Kingsley thought it the perfect opportunity to 'break me in' to the world of mortal medicine. I was thankful that he remained blissfully unaware of my magic, the late nights spent practicing healing spells on wounded animals or patients that had come into his Boston office seeking extended treatment.
In combination with his medical prowess, I found that my magic was sufficient enough to reduce treatment time by nearly half, even with the most basic of spells. And while my power continued to fluctuate with the phases of the moon, I came to the discovery that at different phases, my spells reacted differently with the wounds and diseases they came into contact with. During a dark moon, I might be able to stop a person's vomiting with a simple digestive potion, but the same potion would have no effect on a patient with the same symptom if the moon was waning or it might make matters worse if administered during the full moon. Trial and error, as crude as it may sound, was the only way I was able to make any headway. The results of said experiments were all jotted down in a small black leather book that was tucked in the belt around my waist, a protective rune hidden just under the cover, making it impossible for anyone but myself to read its contents.Â
Kingsley thought nothing of it, mostly because he didn't know that I had anything to do with sudden improvement or worsening of conditions amongst his patients. I intended to keep it that way for as long as I could, or at the very least until the end of this war that Queen Anne was so insistent upon waging.Â
We trotted onward, surrounded on either side by pine trees and fog, dense and chilling in the early autumn air. The sun was hidden behind a heavy layer of gray clouds, the smell of petrichor hung over us warning of the impending autumnal rains that were sure to hit the shore at any time. The encampment for doctors and their associates was just past the bend in the road ahead, supposedly nestled amongst the pines beside the sheer cliffs of the Acadian shoreline. The not-so-distant sound of crashing waves roared and receded in its powerful, natural rhythm as we trotted on.
As we moved to the right of the road to take the bend, I felt a sudden presence, ancient and dark, reaching out to me from within the darkness beneath the trees. I tugged on the reins, bringing my mount to a halt as I scanned my surroundings. Under my breath, I muttered, "Mater divina me defendat hodie."Â
A seductive chuckle echoed in my ear, though I couldn't tell what direction it came from. My head began to swivel back and forth, trying to find the source, only stopping when I came face-to-face with a woman dressed in hues of black and green. The cloak she wore seemed to fade into wisps of smoke as she stood not but five feet from me, a crown that appeared to crafted from fossilized thorns and obsidian resting atop the hood she wore. She had an entertained half-smirk upon her darkly painted lips, her eyes deep brown as the earth as they met my hazel gaze.Â
"Prayers aren't going to get you anywhere, princess. Not here, at least." she said with a bit of a laugh. My horse snorted and began to spook, shuffling away from the woman with a frightened snort. Not wanting to agitate her further, I slid from her back and let my boots land softly on the grass, keeping the reins in one hand as I tilted my head at the woman before me.Â
"You seem... familiar to me, and yet I know I've never seen you before in my life."Â
"I get that a lot."Â
There was a change of the light for only a moment, but in that brief time, I saw that the attractive face of the woman in front of me had changed. The lower half of her skull was exposed, no sinew or flesh to cover it, no blood or muscle to keep it living and the exposure spread down to her throat, where her esophagus sat nestled between two walls of cartilage. Just as quickly as the change appeared, it reverted back, and recognition hit me like a wall of stone.Â
"Lady Death." I whispered.Â
She smirked again, "In the flesh."Â
I should have been terrified, scared to... well, death. But there was something about her that told me there was no need for fear. She wasn't here for me. So why was she standing in front me now?
"Why reveal yourself to me?"
She shrugged and began to circle me and my horse slowly, "There's something about you... you're important. And as much as I hate having Lunar witches walking around, you need to stick around for a while."
"Thatâs not an answer."
"Are you sure?"
I glared at her. She continued to smile back. When I wouldnât relent, her grin dropped and she rolled her eyes.Â
"You do know that most Lunar witches donât live longer than a century, right?"
"Iâm aware Iâm on a doomed path.â I replied, trying to mask the slight tremble of my voice with a sharp edge, âA Lunar witch comes around maybe once every three hundred years. They never live long enough to teach the next one. Though I know youâre well aware of that."
"And yet, here I am, telling you that youâre the odd woman out."
"Why? What do you have to gain from my survival?"
Death scoffed at me, as if the whole concept of existence was amusing to her, "Nothing, actually. I'll lose more than I gain with you in the picture. But greater forces in this universe seem insistent on keeping you alive, so alive youâll stay for now. But I must say, I'm looking forward to checking in on you over the next few centuries."Â
I paled, there was no way to hide it, "What do mean?"Â
"You're going into war, Aislin!" she exclaimed, as if it weren't obvious, "My favorite stomping grounds! We'll be seeing a lot of each other, I wager. Though I'm sure you'll be sick of me soon enough."Â
She stopped her circling and looked to me full on, the intensity of her earthy eyes feeling as though they could bury me beneath the soil with just a hard enough glance. The around me seemed to shift, the petrichor smell growing steadily stronger. With a final smile, she offered me a sultry wave and said, "Te veo."Â
And suddenly, I was alone in the clearing.
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The doctors that had been summoned to serve did not take kindly to women in their presence. Of course, they had to tolerate the caretakers who sacrificed their white linens to the spatters of blood and fragments of flesh, but to have a woman stand among them as a student of the art, was far less palatable. After all, women had no place amongst the respectable ranks of surgeons and physicians, nor did the Iroquois healers who offered their services as their own warriors joined the British forces gathering on the coast, though given the choice, I'd have taken care from the Cayuga over Charles Cromwell any day.Â
Kingsley found me as I led my horse on foot through camp aimlessly with my saddle pack and bedroll tucked under my free arm. He had taken no notice of my sudden absence, nor had he been subject to a surprise meeting with Death herself, but simply kept on riding to camp, claiming his large-framed tent and a much smaller one beside it.Â
"Ah, did you get lost, Miss Stuart?" he asked me with a charming grin, "Or were you simply taking in the scenery?"Â
"A bit of both I suppose." I answered honestly. I took my horse to the hitching post and tied her there, allowing her access to the trough and a bale of fresh hay before turning back to the young doctor. "Have I missed anything?"Â
He shook his head, "Nothing at all. Lieutenant-General Nelson won't make landfall 'til midday on the 'morrow, at which time we'll board a smaller vessel and cross the channel to wait for incoming wounded and dead. I should warn you though, this siege may take weeks, months even. You still have time to return to Boston-"
I held up a hand to silence him, sending a sharp glare his way, "As much as I respect your offer, Rupert, I simply must decline. Despite the maliciously loud whispers I've heard about this camp already, I am most certainly needed here, so here I will stay. I do not shy away from the sword when it is flashed in my face."Â
Kingsley's grin softened in understanding, a small nod rocked his head back and forth, "Spoken like a true fellow of medical academia, Miss Stuart. I suggest you take the evening to study, and if you're so inclined, I'd write to your family. Simply because we bear the caduceus, it does not mean we are immune from cannon and gun fire. You'll find all you need for the night in your tent."
Overhead, the skies finally broke, the satisfying drip of rainfall pattering against the trees and the waxed canvas tents. A few of the horses snorted in discontent but continued to eat away at the hay in front of them. As the heavy drops landed on our shoulders and heads, chilling us to the bone, we gave each other a silent farewell and retreated beneath the cover of our tents for the night. While I had no doubt that Kingsley's tent boasted all the necessary equipment he would need for operations and examinations, not to mention cigars and cheap liquor to numb his mind to the horrors incoming, mine was much reserved, containing only a camp bed with several woolen blankets, a pair of white cover aprons, and a small bedside table with a pair of lit candles.
Rupert must have placed the small stack of parchment on the table, along with an inkwell and quill. There was no way the other doctors would have extended such kindness to me, not when they didn't even want me there. Heaving a loud sigh, I dropped my bedroll and saddle pack onto the ground at my feet. I slumped onto the camp bed and let my head fall into my hands, my interaction with Death replaying over and over again in my mind.
She had told me that I was important, though at the moment, I couldn't possibly see how. And the way she had looked at me, as though I were a fresh piece of bloodied meat and she was a ravenous wolf... it was unsettling, though I suppose she always intended to be.Â
"Oh, Divine Mother, what have you gotten me into?" I whispered, so softly that even I could barely hear myself. I dropped my hands and let my eyes wander back to the parchment on the small wooden table. I don't know how long I sat there staring at it, but by the time I had come to the conclusion to write, the gentle shower outside had increased to a torrential downpour, the weight of the water pounding against the roof of the tent as I dipped the quill into the murky black ink. As I took hold of the topmost sheet, I paused, wondering if sending a letter would make any difference. But then I thought of her, and the doubt melted away. I put the quill to the parchment and began to write in my most elegant script.Â
Darling Agatha,
I hope that this letter finds you in suitable spirits after we departed on such egregious terms. Not that I fear for your well-being; I know you are certainly capable of taking care of yourself. I write to inform you that I have undertaken a task most unbecoming for women of our talents and station, serving as the student and assistant of one Doctor Rupert Kingsley of Boston. We, in response to the request made by the British Crown, have joined a cohort of other physicians and surgeons at a posting in Acadia, not thirty miles from the French stronghold of Port Royal, and are awaiting the order to cross the channel to provide medical assistance during the attempted siege of the fort.Â
Having not heard from you in well over a decade, I am certain that you did not intend to seek me out again, and in truth, I was hesitant to write. But I am told that we, like the soldiers who will march onto the shore, will be subject to the shock and awe of war, and at the risk of walking into the next world without having settled the grievances between us, I found the courage to pen this letter.Â
You may no long care for me, you may no longer wish to think of me, but I think of you often. And I shall be thinking of you on the 'morrow, when cannons roar overhead and the blood of dying men coats my hands. I shall be thinking of the days we spent in the peaceful solitude of the forest, relishing in the quiet hours that we spent together. I shall be thinking of you not as someone I once knew, but as someone I know and care for. For a witch should never abandon her coven and I, in my own anger and fear, have abandoned you.
It is my hope that upon my, with any luck inevitable, survival, that we may cross paths again, and I will once again be able to relish in peace with you as we once did. Until then, I shall think of you, darling, and hope that you think of me.Â
With all my love,Â
Aislin Stuart
I set the quill down and folded the parchment carefully once the ink had dried. Muttering a simple sending incantation, I lifted the letter to the candle on the left and let one corner light, before repeating the gesture with the candle on the right. I gripped the parchment tight between my fingers as the flames inched closer to my hand until I could no longer hold it. As I released my grip, I whispered, "Agatha Harkness."Â
The ashes scattered in an invisible wind, drifting beneath the canvas walls of the tent and carrying my message to wherever she was. I lay back on my bed, and started at the roof in the eerie quiet, only drifting off to sleep when thunder finally began to roll in. Â
#agatha all along#agatha harkness#agatha harkness x oc#agatha harkness x reader#marvel cinematic universe#rio vidal
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The List
I had an idea for a silly fanfic about the teen wolf pack making a list of rules for their pack to follow but i never got beyond the list itself and a tiny bit of story. So i thought i'd post it here.
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It had started as a joke. After another brilliant Scott plan gone wrong, Stiles had scribbled 'SCOTT IS NOT ALLOWED TO MAKE PLANS' in big letters on a piece of paper which he then stuck beside the front door.
"This is ridiculous," Scott protested, moving to take it down. "My plans aren't that bad"
"Yes they are. And no touching the paper! That is an official document"
"What."
Derek, drawn by the discussion, hovered in the doorway to the living room.
"Stiles⌠what is that and why is it on my wall?"
"This is the official Hale pack list of rules. We must all abide by it."
Scott scoffed and looked to Derek, expecting the alpha to side with him. Instead, he just narrowed his eyes before nodding.
"Alright"
"What?! But⌠Derek!"
"Sorry Scott. It's on the official list of rules, we have to follow it. No more plan making for you"
Scott is not allowed to make plans
No one mentioned the list again for a while and when they did, it was in a teasing way whenever Scott tried to suggest something, whether that something was what they should do that weekend or how best to combat a flurry of pixies in the preserve. The reminder of the âno plansâ rule was met with a good natured groan and an eye roll from Scott but little else.
One day however, Stiles was brought out of his latest research binge by the lid of his laptop being sharply closed. He looked up, blinking a few time as his eyes adjusted to the room after hours of staring at the bright screen.
âWhat the hell?â
The rest of the pack was sitting nearby, having been occupied by their own activities, with Isaac hovering uncertainly beside Stilesâ chair with a sheepish look on his face.
âIsaac?â Stiles prompted.
âSorry Stiles but youâve been researching for a day straight.â
âAnd?â
âWell⌠i mean⌠itâs on the rules.â
âWhat rules?â
âThe official pack rules. By the door.â
Their conversation had drawn the attention of the others, most looking confused. Stiles set his laptop aside and went to the door. There beneath his scrawl was a new addition.Â
2. Stiles' laptop and phone must be taken away after 24 hours of continuous research.
âWho put that there?â he asked. The others stayed silent. Scott looked slightly smug but Stiles knew that wasnât his writing. He let out an irritated noise and fished his phone from his pocket, intending to retreat to his room. If Isaac wouldnât let him back on his laptop, he could still access his work that way.
Derek reached over and plucked the phone from his hand.
âSorry Stiles. Itâs on the list. You can have them back tomorrow.â
âDerek! Come on!â
He moved to grab at the phone but was struck with a wave of dizziness that sent him stumbling. Hands reached out to steady him, he wasnât sure whose.
âStiles, when did you last eat?â Lydia asked.
âErmm⌠breakfast maybe?â
âToday?â
âNo⌠yesterdayâŚâ
âHmm. And drank something? That wasnât full of sugar?â
âErrrâŚâ
âKitchen. Youâre going to eat, drink some water and then you are going to get some sleep.â She guided him out of the hall with a firm hand, pushing him into a chair at the kitchen table while Isaac retrieved some leftovers from the fridge and filled their largest glass with water.
Both of them stayed in the kitchen with him until he was suitably fed and hydrated, then Lydia took him upstairs and put him to bed, giving him a dark look as she promised that if he got up to get one of his books instead of sleeping there would be consequences.
Stiles reluctantly obeyed.
He wouldnât admit it but he did feel better the next morning. Until, as he headed downstairs, he noted a new line had been added to the paper by the door.Â
3. Stiles must be made to eat something and drink water after 6 hours of continuous research
After the first few additions, it seemed that some kind of dam had been broken and the rest of the pack didnât hesitate to implement their own rules (although no one would admit to putting the limits on Stilesâ research time)
4. Newly turned betas are not allowed to partake in team sports until they have proven they can control themselves (e.g. no eye flashing, no claws, no fangs, no doing backflips over other players or any other feats of sudden athletic ability that may draw attention to the pack)
5. Â Â Â Â All of Derek's dates must be vetted. THOROUGHLY
âThat's it. I'm putting a ban on Derek datingâ Stiles said, picking chunks of viscera out of his hair. âThis is the third time! At this point it's just negligent of us not to investigate anyone inviting you out.â A thought occured and he spun around to face Derek. âoh my god. You're a Xander!â
âWhat?â
âA Xander! Right Peter?â
âI would have to agree. He does have Xander like qualities when it comes to dating.â
âAgain I say⌠what?â
âBuffy the vampire slayer. Peter and I have been watching it together.â
âReally Peter?â
âIt's good!â
âIt has its momentsâ
âYeah you're just mad cause they got rid of Ethan. Who is 100% you. Just in it for the chaos.â
âWould that make you the Giles?â
âNo! Why?â
âOh come on, they were definitely a couple.â
âIf iâm anyone, iâm willow.â
âWouldnât Lydia be Willow?â
âNo, Lydia is Cordelia.â he glanced around, fearing the redhead would appear and yell at him. âOn the surface, superficial cheerleader type. But goes through a bunch of character development and has a power that sucks.â
âFlawless logic. Why are you Willow?â
âMagic. Bi. Brief fall to the dark side. And then Scott would be Xander,â
âI thought I was Xander?â
âNo, youâre just Xander when it comes to dating. Scottâs Xander the rest of the type.â
âAnd I suppose Allison is Buffy?â
âNoooo⌠Allison is Faith. "
6. Peter and Stiles are not allowed to watch Mythbusters anymoreÂ
âReally Derek?â
âYes. Really. Last time you watched that show, you ended up building a trebuchet.â
âI believe it was just Stiles who built the trebuchet.â
âYes but you helped load it.â
7. No Sex in the common areas! Erica this means you! (poor Isaac)
8. When offered a boon by a faerie BE SPECIFIC
9. Stiles is not to be left unattended in the vet clinic
10. Stiles is not to be left unattended around witches
11. Stiles is not to be left unattended around magic users
12. Stiles is not to be left unattended
13. Lydia and Peter are not to be left alone in a room together.
14. In the event that Stiles is transformed into a small furry animal, he is to be given into the custody of the Sheriff or Derek. Or Peter. Most importantly, Erica is banned from going near him (OH COME ON! YOU LOOKED INSANELY CUTE IN THE BATMAN COSTUME)
15. The Notebook is a great film and whoever keeps hiding the disc will stop immediately. OR ELSE. I think the or else was implied here StilesâŚ
16. Stiles is not to be given coffee
17. Stiles is not to be given extra Adderall
18. Anyone who gives the Sheriff food not on the approved list will face the wrath of Stiles
19. Peter is not allowed to comment on how attractive he finds Melissa McCall
20. Peter is not allowed to comment on how attractive he finds Chris Argent
21. ~Peter is not allowed to comment on how attractive he finds Stiles Stilinski~ (Stiles objects to this rule)
22. When throwing items at people, do not throw any of the books or Peter will eat you
23. No Stiles, having sex with a male werewolf won't get you pregnant. Even if it's an alpha. (That we know of)
24. No one is allowed to drive the Camaro except Derek
25. No one is allowed to eat in the Camaro
26. Alison is not allowed to take her crossbow to school
27. Alison is not allowed to take her knives to school
28. Seriously Alison, stop taking weapons to school!
29. Stiles is not allowed to touch any of Alison's weapons
30. If you bleed in the jeep, you are responsible for cleaning it
31. Do not enter the kitchen when Stiles is cooking. (This is for your own safety)
32. If you enter the kitchen while Stiles is cooking, do not attempt to steal food he is preparing. Werewolves cannot regrow fingers
33. If Stiles declares someone is evil, he is probably right and should be taken seriously.
34. If someone new starts working at the school, they are probably evil
35. If Peter offers to kill someone for you, he is not joking and it is not okay (no matter how tempting it is)
36. Do not ask Derek about dating Cora
37. Do not make dog jokes, especially to Derek, Stiles! (Not my fault he has no sense of humour)
38. ALWAYS CALL STILES FIRST IF YOU FIND A BODY
39. Stop asking where our eyebrows go when shifted
40. Stiles is not allowed a pet dragon
41. Stiles is not allowed a pet griffin
42. ~Stiles, stop trying to adopt baby mythical creatures~
43. Peter stop leaving dead animals on Stiles porch seriously dude, my dad thinks I've got a budding serial killer after me ~well, I wasn't technically wrongâŚ~ minus the budding part
44. Stiles is not allowed to use his PowerPoint when telling people about werewolves (I don't care how many slide transitions you put in)
45. No Stiles, giving your PowerPoint to Peter or Lydia to present is not a loophole (oh come on! I even put a bibliography at the end! it's not my fault you're technology adverse!)
46. Derek is not allowed to lurk around abandoned buildings. It really doesn't help with the serial killer vibe you give off
47. If you kill someone, please make sure you chop them up or find another method to ensure they don't come back! We shouldn't kill people at all! I said IF! ~Stiles, please remember I'm an officer of the law~
47B. AMENDMENT TO THE PREVIOUS: If you kill someone, please make sure you chop them up or find another method to ensure they don't come back AND make sure you dispose of the body so that dad doesn't have to do extra paperwork
#hale pack#sheriff stilinski#isaac lahey#stiles stilinski#derek hale#peter hale#scott mccall#erica reyes#alison argent#vernon boyd#teen wolf
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Hi everyone,
This is one of the hardest things Iâve ever written, and I never thought Iâd be sharing something so deeply personal. But here I am, reaching out, hoping that someone else out there might understand this journey, this longing, this ache that Iâm carrying. I donât have a big following, so I donât know if this will reach many people, but if thereâs a chance it connects with even one person whoâs been through something similar, itâll be worth it.
My boyfriend and I have been trying to start a family. For over two years, we tried before finally going to our GP, who sent us straight to a clinic. Itâs been a year of treatments now, a year of hopeful highs and crushing lows. We tried IUI (intrauterine insemination) four times â four times our hopes rose and fell. Then we turned to ICSI (intracytoplasmic Sperm Injection) because âtraditionalâ IVF wasnât an option for us.
When I had my egg retrieval, they collected a lot of eggs, but only four turned into embryos. Four. Just four chances to hold onto this dream.
Today, we found out that none of those embryos made it. Weâre back to square one. All those hormone shots, every bruise, every drop of blood, every ultrasound, all the mood swings, the endless hoping and praying â only to have to start from scratch. I canât describe the exhaustion, both physically and emotionally. You go through the medications, the appointments, waiting, and waiting, just to start all over again. It feels like itâs breaking me.
Weâre going to try again because we still hold onto this hope of having a baby together. But we also have to face the reality that it may never happen, and that thought shatters my heart. Watching others around me get pregnant, hearing news of new babies⌠itâs so hard to see, and it fills me with a mix of sadness and anger that I canât even fully explain. I donât want to feel this way, but itâs the truth.
I feel so alone in this. None of my close friends or family have faced something like this. Iâm reaching out here, hoping to find someone who understands, someone who has been through this kind of pain and hope and heartbreak. I feel like I could just disappear, like the ground could open up and take me in, but here I am, holding onto a sliver of hope that one day, somehow, Iâll get to hold a little miracle in my arms. Until then, Iâm trying my best to be patient, even when it feels like itâs breaking me.
I want to thank @lestappenforever, my best friend in the entire world, for being my rock through all of this, even from miles away. You never push, you never overwhelm me with questions â youâre just there, right when I need you. That kind of support means more to me than I can put into words. I love you. â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
I donât know if anyone going through the same thing will see this, but if you do, please reach out. Iâm here to talk, to listen, to be there for you, but also to share my story.
Youâre not alone in this. Please hold onto that. â¤ď¸
I'm going to be a lot less active on here. I'm sorry for that (if anyone cares) but I need some time to myself. Mona and I will be back on the 1st of December with something fucking amazing which I hope you all love â¤ď¸ I want to thank you all for your support and I love you all.
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Soft Hearts, Healing Hands
Pairing: Steddie X Female!Reader
Warnings: fluff, bit of angst, reader is on their period and having a rough day, lashing out
Authors Note: I hope you enjoy! I havenât written for steddie in a bit so here we go!
Word Count: 1.2k
Masterlist
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You had known the day would be rough from the moment you stepped into work. The phone had been ringing off the hook since youâd clocked in, and every customer seemed to have a complaint that could only be âsolvedâ by raising their voice. Your boss was no better, throwing task after task at you with hardly a word of thanks. To top it all off, youâd felt the dreaded cramps creeping in around lunchtime, and by the end of your shift, the pain was a full-blown ache in your lower back and abdomen. Exhausted, sore, and overwhelmed, you drove home hoping for a quiet evening, but your mood was at an all-time low. Exhausted, sore, and ready to collapse, you finally drove home, hoping for a quiet night with your boys.
Pulling into the driveway, you let out a long breath, taking a moment to compose yourself before going inside. But the second you opened the door, you were greeted by the warm scent of food and the soft glow of candlelight, illuminating the living room in a cozy glow. Blinking in surprise, you saw Steve and Eddie waiting by the dinner table, both wearing eager, excited smiles.
âHey, babe!â Steve called, hurrying over to greet you with open arms. âWe made dinner for you!â
Eddie grinned, gesturing at the beautifully set table. âYeah, we have a whole night planned outâjust for you.â
Their enthusiasm, while sweet, hit you at the wrong moment. Already on edge, you struggled to keep calm, but their hopeful faces only added to the weight youâd been carrying all day. You could feel the ache in your body intensifying as Steve started listing out their evening plans, each suggestion a reminder of how desperately you just wanted peace and quiet. Your heart softened at their thoughtfulness, but exhaustion quickly swallowed any relief. The cramps throbbed sharply, a reminder that all you really wanted was to collapse somewhere and rest, not to engage in cheerful plans. They were still talking, detailing each part of the night with hopeful excitement, and it was all too much.
âCan we not do this right now?â you snapped, your voice coming out sharper than you meant. âI just had the worst day, and I canât⌠I just canât deal with all of this.â
Their faces fell, the joy in their expressions replaced with hurt and confusion. Steveâs shoulders slumped slightly, and Eddieâs smile faded. You could see the flicker of disappointment in their eyes, and guilt rushed in, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. Theyâd put so much effort into making the night special, and here you were, lashing out at them. They had gone to so much effort to make the night special, and here you were, taking out all your frustration on them. You swallowed hard, feeling a tear slip down your cheek as you took a shaky breath.
A knot of regret formed in your chest, and you took a deep breath, forcing yourself to meet their gazes. âIâm so sorry,â you whispered, swallowing back tears. âI didnât mean to snap at you. Iâve just⌠todayâs been hell.â
Steve stepped forward, worry etched into his face. âWhat happened?â
You sighed, rubbing at your temples as you gathered your thoughts. âItâs just been one thing after another. Work was crazy â nonstop calls, angry customers, and my boss breathing down my neck. And then⌠I got my period today. My back is killing me, my stomach hurts⌠I just feel like a mess.â
The frustration and exhaustion finally came spilling out, and you felt yourself choke up. âAnd you two were just trying to do something sweet, and I ruined it,â you added, a tear slipping down your cheek.
Steveâs expression softened, and he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle hug. âYou donât have to apologize,â he murmured, his hands rubbing soothing circles along your back. âSounds like youâve had a terrible day. Come on, let us take care of you. No more plans, just whatever you need, alright?â
Eddie came up beside you, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. âYouâve been holding all that in, havenât you?â he asked softly. âYou donât have to. Weâre here to help.â
Letting them guide you, you moved to the table, and Eddie pulled out a chair for you. Steve poured a glass of water and set it beside a plate piled with comforting food. They both sat with you, watching carefully, each of them making sure you didnât have to lift a finger. Their kindness, the comfort in their actions, slowly began to ease the tightness in your chest.
Eddie reached across the table, squeezing your hand gently. âHere, take these,â he said, handing you some pain relievers. âThey should help with the cramps.â
Dinner turned into a quiet, intimate meal. The boys shared lighthearted stories about their day, coaxing a few smiles and chuckles from you, their gentle voices filling the room with a comforting warmth. Slowly, the weight of your day seemed to dissolve, your body relaxing bit by bit.
Once you were done eating, Steve took your hand, leading you to the couch. He wrapped you in a soft blanket, while Eddie placed a warm heating pad over your abdomen. The soothing heat helped ease the cramps, and you let out a long, relieved sigh, sinking into the cushions.
âMovie time,â Eddie announced with a gentle smile, clicking on your favorite film. He sat down beside you, pulling you close, while Steve took his place on the other side, draping his arm over your shoulders.
âAre you comfortable? Need anything else?â Steve asked, his voice soft and warm.
You shook your head, feeling a rush of gratitude. âJust stay here,â you whispered, leaning into him, savoring the warmth of his embrace.
âWeâre not going anywhere,â Eddie promised, his hand finding yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
Throughout the movie, they took turns checking on you. Eddie adjusted the heating pad when it slipped, brought you water, and occasionally ran his fingers along your arm. Steve traced gentle patterns through your hair, his steady, calming presence lulling you into a peaceful state. The cramps and the aches, though still there, felt more bearable with them by your side.
When the movie ended, they led you to bed, each of them curling up on either side of you. They nestled close, wrapping you in warmth and security, their gentle breathing steady and reassuring. But even with their comforting presence, a flicker of guilt lingered in your heart.
âIâm really sorry for snapping earlier,â you murmured, voice barely audible. âI was a mess, and you two didnât deserve that.â
Steveâs hand found yours, his voice gentle but firm. âHey, you donât need to apologize. We all have rough days. We get it.â
Eddie leaned in, resting a hand on your shoulder. âHonestly, if either of us were dealing with what youâre dealing with â that kind of pain and a day from hell? Weâd probably have snapped a lot sooner.â
Their understanding made your heart swell, and Steve brushed a gentle kiss to your forehead. âWeâre just glad youâre letting us take care of you. You deserve this.â
Nestled between them, you finally felt all the dayâs pain and frustration slip away. Safe, warm, and wrapped in their love, you closed your eyes, letting go of the dayâs weight. With their steady breathing lulling you into peace, you drifted off, knowing theyâd always be there to hold you through the tough days.
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