#thank u i hope i’m making sense in my responses

[euphor1a]

💘💫🎀🎈💌 for the ask thing <3

Thank you for sending thru <3

💘 Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?

→ Nope. If you asked me this question on my old blogs, I’d probably say yes. But since then I’ve moved blogs and am in the process of rewriting pretty much everything I had 😭, so no. Maybe 2 years later I’ll say yes to this question again (as I post more new stuff) but it’s a very big no for now.

💫 what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

→ Just so you know, I’ll take everything and anything from long essay to a paragraph to a single sentence or even emojis as feedback!!!!! But, if we’re talking about favorites, I must say reviews that quote certain dialogues or paragraphs or some random sentences and proceed to gush about that specific part are very, extremely dear to my heart 😭! I haven’t received feedback like that since forever sjdhjfhj but previously, I used to be part of this small fandom and reblogs with such comments were the norm there. I genuinely cannot tell you how much it means to an author when you pin-point something you liked and go ham over it ahgdgkjsfjkdfjksfjk it’s so 😭😭😭😭 wholesome and endearing </3 !!! And p.s: a comment or some sort of feedback can NEVER be annoying to a writer as long as it’s positive!

🎀 give yourself a compliment about your own writing

→ I think I’m pretty good at writing emotions and how a character is feeling in different circumstances. Also, my style is relatively simple but I guess that’s not necessarily a bad thing? My grip on the english language isn’t so good that I can be super poetic or something, but I have my moments!!!

🎈 describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

→ I don’t exactly have a way to describe my style as a writer because it’s literally never the same (specifically the actual writing process). I am genuinely more of a daydreamer than writer 😭! My imagination has no bounds and I can spend days picturing a novelworthy fic but the moment I try to write it.... 🤕😣😵 It’s a massive reason why my progress is so slow and why I’m never satisfied with what I end up typing. It’s like... the whole thing is SO GOOD in my head. But when I try to type it down it just never turns out the way I want to :( ?! This is also why you guys don’t see longer fics from me often. Ahgdgkjsfjkdfjksfjk it’s SO FREAKING annoying 😔!

💌 share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

→ You know what, the amount of longer fics I have in my wips is insane. If only I could EVER finish them n share with you guys :( ... All sorts of aus and pairings and genres are in there. And it’s all so exciting but 😭😭 sigh... If you want some tea on for sure upcoming stuff though, I only have bf chronicles’ next part to talk about as I’ve been focusing on it entirely as of late. Let me just say that it’s painful to work on. Cause bfc!mingyu is way too much for my own mental well being and it’s extremely hard to work on it without going through a manic episode of a delulu kpop stan. Yes, I said it. If you’re asking for something entirely brand new though,,,, I’ll be posting something no one expects from me. (Read a fic for a group I don’t write for; also, misc. masterlist coming soon)

— let’s get real! fic writer asks ✉️ ( inbox )

[sirenhub]

Saw you were taking requests and decided to drop on in! I’ve been really trying to push the “Leon loves goths” agenda and just wanted to see if you had an ideas for cute rookie!Leon having the hots for a goth. You can make it as sfw or nsfw as you want. I just can’t stop thinking about smothering him in black lipstick kiss marks ahh.

ROOKIE! LEON KENNEDY & GOTH CHICK

∿ warn . nsfw under cut, riding, tit sucking, leon calls you mommy!

this is a drabble! so the quality isn’t very good :(( vaguely proof read too so WAAA BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY! 3k words :33 when i tell you i CHEERED when i saw this in my inbox, i’m being so fr! i’m a proud goth so seeing the goth chick agenda being spread.. UGH! the dream don’t play. goth girl x leon is so real.. WRITING RULES | PINNED

when leon first saw you, he couldn’t look away. he really did try to tear away his gaze from you, but he physically couldn’t help but ogle at your outfit and overall disposition. he’s never seen someone with that sense of style you had outside of media — he vaguely knows what goths are, he’s seen goths displayed in movies and shows, like nancy downs in the craft, or late at night when mtv played the cure.

it was surprising to see you in raccoon city, with clothing that made it seem like you had just stepped out of a funeral and heavy eyeliner that made you resemble the dead.

in a midwestern small town, you don’t often see people with alternative fashion, and seeing you in full gothic attire was like finding a needle in a haystack.

it was almost funny how mundane setting was, leon had just stepped inside the local coffee shop near the police station to grab some coffee before his shift, and here you were, tucked away in the corner of the shop idly reading a book. he would’ve expected to see you at the local hot topic or the morgue, but no, you were just.. reading.

your nose was stuck inside a stephen king novel, carrie, leon thinks — he couldn’t make out the cover words as he stood by the cashier counter.

you were listening to music too, leon saw the cassette resting on the table and the headphones that covered your ears, he wondered what were you listening to. the cure? honestly, that’s the only gothic band he knows, he mainly focuses on listening to grunge, maybe the NSYNC when he needs a change of pace. would you hate that? frown down at him because he likes the occasional boy band? he hopes not.

leon was snapped out of his thoughts when the barista called out to him, “sir, can i help you?” she asked sweetly, tensing in surprise, leon looked back at the woman and cleared his throat. “oh, uh, yeah!” he said quickly.

after giving the barista his order, he paused, glancing back at you. you still read, blissfully unaware of his glances, “hey, does she come here often?” leon whispered as he turned to face the barista, subtly gesturing over to you. the barista raised her eyebrow as she looked over leon’s shoulders to you. “occasionally, but only at night.. some of my workers are convinced she’s like a vampire or something.” the woman laughed, mocking you as she looked back at leon. “what? is she scaring you, officer?” she teased, a small grin coming up to her lips.

leon shook his head, “no, no—“ he paused, “..what did she order?” he asked, realizing how stupid he might look.

the barista’s grin faltered, not expecting that response.

“uh.. vanilla coffee, why?” she questioned.

“can i add that to my order?” leon asked, he wanted to talk to you, and he wanted to seem as natural as possible to not seem like some creep.

the barista paused as she glanced back at you, “oh, yeah! yeah, of course, is that all?” she asked as she took her notepad out again. leon nodded his head, raising his hand to scratch the back of his neck, “uh..yeah, ma’am, thank you.” he said quietly, nodding his head at her once more to show his gratitude before he took out his wallet.

after paying, leon stood by the counter, stealing glances over at you. once the coffees were ready, leon perked up and took them, walking over to your table.

once he reached your table, leon cleared his throat, holding the two steaming cups of coffee as he thought about what to say.

“excuse me?” he called out, hoping to get your attention from the book without having to stand there awkwardly. he had one mission tonight: to get your number.

while you read, you noticed how a figure had come up to you by your peripheral vision. taking your attention away from your reading, you looked up to see who was bothering you. you weren’t expecting to lock eyes with a police officer, it was the last thing you expected. tensing, you were startled, why was there a police man looking down at you? you hadn’t been a disturbance to the shop.

furrowing your eyebrows, you put your book down and took off your headphones before pausing your cassette.

“can i help you?” you asked, distaste clear in your features.

leon just stared, baby blue eyes taking in how pretty your makeup was. it wasn’t full traditional gothic glam, yet the detail in your eyeliner and perfectly coated black lipstick was impressive. leon bit the inside of his cheek before he took in a deep breath and shifted, “uh,” what was he supposed to say? “sorry, i was watching you earlier—“ horrible start, leon! “— and i just think you’re pretty, i like your..makeup and clothes.” he stammered. god, get it together, kennedy!

you paused, the tension in your shoulders releasing, that’s not what you expected at all.

as someone with alternative fashion, you’ve had your fair share of problems with people of authority. the world seems to love assuming that you’re satanic and plan to burn down churches, you’re nothing more than a girl that enjoys indulging in gothic media. from songs, to books, to movies, and make up. it’s just who you are.

nonetheless, having a cop, out of all people, compliment you was endearing.

you eyed the chubby cheeked cop, noticing the two cups of coffee in his hands. he was cute, with those bright blue eyes and preppy look, “aw, thanks.” you began, a small smile curling on your lips.

“what are the two coffees for?” you mused, your eyebrows raising in interest as you looked at the cups.

leon pursed his lips and glanced away, damn, why was he was acting bashful? looking back at you quickly, he let out a breathless chuckle, “i got one for you,” he said, offering you the cup. “thought it could help break the ice.”

you reached out and took the cup off his hands, a small laugh leaving your lips, this guy was charming.

“it’s working,” you mused before putting the carton cup to your lips, you took a small sip, a hum of delight leaving your lips as the warm liquid touched your tongue. vanilla, your favorite. “how did you know i liked vanilla?” you questioned.

leon shifted, “lucky guess?” he said, deciding not to mention he asked the cashier.

squinting, you nodded before putting the cup down. “so.. what do you want officer?” you asked, wanting to know the motive behind his actions, leon moved his hand up to scratch behind his neck. “i was hoping to get your number?” he said, looking at you like a hopeful puppy.

“you want my number?”

“yeah, i wanna get to know you better.”

a small smirk curled on your lips, “alright, officer.” you said, reaching into your bag, you slipped out a pen before reached for the table napkins.

leon watched intently, you swore his eyes seemed to be sparkling.

“i don’t know your name.” you pointed out while scribbling your number down onto the napkin, leon straightened up, “oh, right.. leon kennedy.” he introduced himself, glancing over at his digital watch. leon mentally winced as he realized he was already late to work.

nodding, you finished writing your number before standing up. “alright, leon, i’ll wait for your call.” you hummed, glancing at him with a small smirk before grabbing your bag and coffee. handing him the napkin, you walked away, leaving him staring at you like a lost puppy.

you were so pretty and confident, an air of mystery followed you that made leon want more.

taking the napkin in his hand, he read it.

xxx-xxx-xxxx — call me ;)

just then he realized, he didn’t know your name.

your room was chilly, closer by nine inch nails playing in the background, the song was muffled and quiet, leon’s focus was completely on you.

his lips were pressed against yours, making out with you sloppily, a moan slipped past his lips as the two of you kissed. his hands were wrapped around your body while you straddled his lap. leon’s body was hot, you were taking the lead with this and he didn’t mind — your body pressed against his while your arms were wrapped around his neck.

the kiss was eager and messy, leon’s hands resting against your back as they clutched the back of your lacy black bra, shaky hands trying to work on taking off your bra.

once oxygen began to come between the two of you, you pulled back with a gasp, a string of saliva connecting your lips before you pulled back, your hands moving to cup his face as you looked down at him. panting, leon’s eyes locked with yours, your black lipstick smeared, coating his bruised lips.

a small smile curled on your lips before you aided him with unclasping your bra, quickly tossing it to the side, your tits perking in full display. “like ‘em?” you hummed, moving your hands to cup your breasts and push them up, leon’s eyes widened when he noticed two barbells adorning your perky nipples — your nipples were pierced and his cock was aching.

nodding like an idiot, leon shuddered, “y-yeah.” he confirmed, his hands moving to cup your breasts, greedy hands squeezing the mounds of fat, watching as the fat poked through the gaps between his fingers. he groped them like a hormonal teenage boy that’s never had a face full of tits before.

“they’re soft..” leon mumbled, squeezing and fondling.

letting out a huffing laugh, you plucked his greedy hands away from your perky tits and reached down to his pants, his denim jeans pressing tightly against his clothed cock.

shuddering, leon glanced down with wide eyes as your smaller hands palmed his cock.

a soft moan left leon’s lips, his hips twitching upward against your touch, eager for more. you moved your hand up to the zipper of his pants and expertly undid the button and zipper, leon wondered how many people you’ve been with before him. your movements were eager and precise, you had experience — it made leon’s heart tumble as he realized he didn’t match your level, yet a blossoming excitement filled his tummy.

you were going to make him putty in your hands and he was excited.

hooking your fingers on the elastic band of his pants and underwear, you tugged down the fabrics, a shaky gasp leaving leon’s lips as he felt his cock spring up from the restraints.

his throbbing cock stood proudly, the tip sticky with pre-cum while the tip blushed a rosy color.

your hand wrapped around his cock, giving him slow pumps before your gaze locked with his, “you have a pretty dick,” you mumbled, your lips curling up in a playful smile.

leon trembled, his hands moving back to clutch the black comforter of your bed. leon’s cheeks burned red as he looked down at your hand as you stroked his cock. looking up at you, he shuddered, “b-baby,“ he mumbled, “m’need you.” leon babbled.

“yeah, baby?” you mused, slipping your hand away from his cock to nestle yourself properly on his lap.

“you need me?” you repeated.

leon nodded his head, baby blue eyes lidded as he stared at you.

“s’much, please.”

you bit your bottom lip and hummed, moving to grasp his cock again before moving your hand down to your panties and pushing the fabric aside, quickly adjusting yourself above his aching cock, you lowered yourself, his tip kissing your folds.

leon was a pretty sight, he already looked fucked out and you haven’t even put his cock in, there was something about your boyfriend looking so shaky and needy under your touch that made your cunt throb. your pussy was wet and sticky, eager to feel him around your warm walls.

leon’s hands moved to your hips, his large hands squeezing the fat of your hips eagerly.

“c’mon, please, baby— please.” he pleaded, trying to roll his hips up to try and slip his cock inside your pussy.

“aw,” you smirked, tilting your head to the side, “relax, i’ve got you.” you teased, babying him.

in one swift movement, you slipped down onto his cock, a small moan of relief leaving your lips as your cunt sucked leon’s shaft eagerly. you’ve a handful of dicks inside you before, so it wasn’t uncomfortable, but leon’s body trembled.

feeling your warm walls hug his girth snugly made leon see stars.

he threw his head back as a choked moan left his lips, his eyes shutting tightly as he got accustomed to the feeling. holy shit.

panting, he squeezed your hips tightly, leaving crescent shaped marks on your skin as he dug his nails into your flesh.

“f-fuck—“ leon stammered, his eyes fluttering open and meeting your gaze. his breathing was shaky and you haven’t even moved yet — he really didn’t have much experience. leon has fucked before, he slept with his ex-girlfriend every now and then but her libido was low and leon was hormonal, the most solace he got was a hefty amount of lotion and his fist, but this? this was fucking brain altering.

slowly, you began to roll your hips again his, a soft breath leaving your lips as you felt his girthy cock push against your walls, savoring the feeling.

letting your hands rest against leon’s chest, you dug your black manicured nails against his pale skin. leon wasn’t shy about his pleasure, the moans leaving his lips were needy, whiny, and loud.

“like that?” you moaned, glancing down at him as your hips bounced against his, his cock slipping in and out of your pretty pussy, the tip pressing flush against your cervix, giving it kisses with each roll of your hips.

“y-yes,“ he gasped.

each roll of your hips felt like a surge of electricity slipping through leon’s veins, “s’good—“ he slurred, clenching his jaw as he let out a heavy breath. his grip on your hips remained tight and firm, his hips rolling up against your own, desperately trying to match your pace, but it was sloppy.

you let out a soft sigh, moving up to cup his face in your hands, leon’s gaze moved up to your face, big blue puppy dog eyes meeting yours.

smirking, you moved your chest to his face, moving his head against your plush tits.

getting the message, leon eagerly popped one of your pierced nipples into his mouth, his warm tongue pressing and flicking your bud like a baby. he moved his hands up to your waist, holding you close while he suckled eagerly.

shuddering, you let out a moan as leon sucked on your tits.

continuing to bounce on his fat cock, leon was seeing stars. being able to suck on your fat tits while your cunt actively sucked his cock back inside was making his brain fuzzy while a tight coil began to form inside his tummy.

he moaned against your skin, his balls beginning to tighten while his cock throbbed.

“gonna cum, m’gonna cum, mommy—“ he moaned, his cheek pressed against your tit while his saliva coated his skin.

he was too pussydrunk to realize he called you that, but you heard him. your eyebrows raised in surprise, “mommy?” you mused, a small smirk curling in your lips, “gonna cum for mommy?” you teased, moving your hand to the back of his head, your finger tangling between the locks of his hair. you pulled on his hair, pushing him away from your tits to look into his eyes.

leon nodded eagerly, his hips rolling against your hips.

“yes, mommy.” he gasped.

a small laugh left your lips before you let of of his hair and continued to bounce on his cock, “go ahead then, cum for mommy.” you babied, pressing your lips against his forehead, your black lipstick staining his skin.

leon moaned, his eyes rolling back as his lips parted, his lips were glossy with his saliva as his hands moved down to your hips. he gripped your body tightly as he began to maneuver you, guiding your hips against his as he fucked his hips upward.

his movements were sloppy, leon’s brain zeroing in on chasing his high.

the coil in his tummy began to tighten, he was desperate, forcing you up and down his cock like you were nothing but a pocket pussy.

you were surprised by the sudden change of pace, sometimes you forget that leon is much stronger than he seems. gasping, you felt your cunt get fucked with each thrust upward, your tits bouncing at the force while the sound of your pussy squelching around his cock got louder.

whimpering, leon bit his bottom lip harshly, he was right at his peak, and with one final thrust, he pulled you down onto his cock before his cum spurted out.

his tip nuzzled right against your battered cervix, his cum filling your pretty pussy up. thick, sticky, and milky.

leon’s back arched, his toes curling while his body trembled. he gasped and panted, a deep groan leaving his lips. he hasn’t cum that hard in forever, actually— he doesn’t think he’s ever cum that hard, his head was swirling while his body shook with the aftershock of his climax.

you let out a small moan when leon slammed you down onto his cock, your breathing steadying as he filled your cunt up with his cum.

after a few seconds, you felt leon’s cock slowly getting soft inside you, but you didn’t make any attempts to move. “leon?” you mused, feeling leon nuzzle against your chest again.

“yeah?”

you hummed, slowly moving to roll your hips against his again, his body immediately tensing as his sensitive cock got rubbed against. he squeezed you and gasped out a choked breath, wanting to stop you, needing a break to get down from his high, but the words were stuck in his throat.

“you’re getting me a plan b later.” you moaned, smirking as you felt him tremble.

tags 〜 @rigorwhoring @nilpill @cubedkennedy @ottermarbles @dollivication @dilfmaagnet @v0lturiaq @maes-mind555 @antagonize-me-motherfucker @luvrgreyy @arminsbf @sprawberry @xxfritzz @flutterylust @angelstargel @cockiiess @ghosty-the-doll @crystaksack

[sansaorgana]

Hiii, I’m so I’m love with Benny ❤️

Can u write about Benny x reader. She’s raising her baby niece or nefew and benny with the whole attitude about we’re going to marry, says that the baby is good for practice when they have their own kids ❤️❤️❤️

hello, sweetheart 💝 thank you for your request 🥺 I really enjoyed to write Benny with a kid 😌 by the way, apparently in real life Kathy had two kids when she met Benny! 😳 (and she was like 25 while he was 19) anyway, I decided that our Reader is raising her nephew who is 7 years old and – which probably is a TW – Reader's sister is dead + drugs overdose is mentioned

I had to close my requests for now because I got so many 🙏🏻

You were a new waitress at the diner and the local bad boy named Benny Cross had taken an interest in you. He kept coming around and flirting with you, flashing that pretty smile as he ordered a sandwich or a beer by the counter, showing off his tan and tattooed muscles. You would roll your eyes at him usually but you agreed for him to drive you back home after a few shifts, especially those evening and night ones. 

After two weeks of him driving you back home in the back of his motorbike, you ended up standing awkwardly on your driveway with him staring you up and down. It was an evening and you bit your lip as you looked at your feet, hoping he wouldn’t propose something indecent.

“You live alone?” He asked. Usually, he would just nod his head and drive away without a word.

“Depends what you mean by that?” You asked with a chuckle.

“Parents?” Benny tilted his head.

“No,” you answered honestly.

“Husband?”

“No,” you chuckled. “If I had one, you would have known already, don’t you think?” You teased but he only shrugged his arms. “Listen, I gotta go…” You pointed at the house behind you with your thumb, playing nervously with the keys in your hand.

Benny nodded at that but he looked a little disappointed. He probably wanted you to invite him inside but you couldn’t. Not with Jack sleeping upstairs.

“Benny,” you grabbed him by his strong arm and squeezed the fabric of the leather jacket. “Thank you,” you smiled at him and he nodded again but the disappointment was still there, written all over his face.

After all, he wasn’t your chauffeur for a thank you, right?

Unsurely, you leaned in and batted your eyelashes, too scared to make the first move. However, Benny didn’t need more encouragement than that – he grabbed you by your face, pulled you closer and joined your lips together in a devouring kiss. He smelled like cigarettes, beer and gasoline. It was making you dizzy as this masculine scent overwhelmed your senses while his tongue had found its way inside your mouth. You started to feel weak in your knees and you grabbed him by his vest to keep steady as a soft moan left your lips. It made him smirk before he broke the kiss.

You kept staring at his face, lit by the streetlamp nearby. His baby blue eyes, all the moles on his face, his golden hair… And he kept staring at you back, examining every little detail of your face as well, still keeping you close.

“I don’t work tomorrow,” you told him. “You can drop by for lunch or dinner,” you proposed.

“Sounds right to me,” he agreed. “Good night, kitty,” he rubbed your nose with his and moved away to hop on his bike.

He started the engine loudly and you waved after him before rushing inside the house to check on Jack. You hated to leave him alone for your evening or night shifts but you had no other choice as the only provider. He was only seven years old but he had to be pretty independent for a boy his age – you would leave him dinner to heat up after school and he had to deal with homework on his own. Then, some TV, a shower and going to bed – all on his own. You were grateful that he was a good boy and he was doing all these things responsibly instead of rebelling and staying out for hours or watching TV all night long. But you were also aware of the fact he would soon become a teenager and start to rebel and you dreaded the day.

You were in the kitchen, cooking pasta. The lunchtime was already over so you assumed Benny would come by for dinner. You kind of wished you had asked him about the exact hour when he would show up because you were ready since noon – all dolled up and nervous.

Yeah, he was coming to the diner and he was flirty here and there, taking you home and all that. But overall you didn’t know him much and he wasn’t very talkative most of the time. It would be the first time you’d spend time like that together. And he still had no idea about Jack… 

It was Saturday and Jack was upstairs in his room, drawing pictures. It was his favourite hobby. You had told him that you would have a friend coming over and he was very excited, so you hoped it wouldn’t end up as awkward.

When the doorbell rang, you turned the oven off and wiped your hands in your apron before approaching the front door. Benny was leaning on the doorframe with a smug smile.

“Hi,” you greeted him.

“Hi,” he looked you up and down and smiled even wider. He seemed to like your apron. “Am I interrupting somethin’?”

“I’m cooking dinner, come in,” you invited him and he entered the house.

He looked around and you encouraged him to follow you to the kitchen. He did and you turned the oven back on as he sat by the kitchen table.

“I’m making spaghetti, I hope it’s okay,” you informed him.

“Yeah,” Benny leaned back on the chair and tilted his head at Jack’s drawings on your fridge. “They’re yours?” He asked with a chuckle.

“They’re for me,” you explained.

But before you could say anything more, you heard loud, booming footsteps. Jack was running downstairs to see your friend. You swallowed thickly at the sight of him entering the kitchen with an excited smile as Benny froze for a while and blinked a few times in disbelief.

“Is that your friend?” Jack asked and put his hands behind his back. “Good afternoon, sir,” he nodded his head at Benny and you smiled at that.

“His name’s Benny,” you approached him and ruffled his hair. “Benny, that’s Jack,” you introduced them to each other with a heavy heart, hoping that Benny wouldn’t run away at this very moment or say something rude.

You didn’t want to reveal too early that Jack wasn’t your kid. First of all, you didn’t want to vigorously deny that in front of him to avoid him feeling rejected even though Jack knew very well that you were his aunt. Second of all, it was a good test for Benny. His reaction would tell you a lot about his character.

Once the first shockwave disappeared, Benny cleared his throat and extended his hand.

“Hi, I’m Benny,” he introduced himself. Jack shook his hand proudly, feeling important. “I’m (Y/N)’s friend.”

“Are you the one with the motorbike?” Jack’s eyes widened.

“Yeah. Wanna see it after dinner?” Benny proposed.

“Yup!” Jack clapped his hands. “You know, the engine always wakes me up at night,” he told Benny. “Wait! I’m gonna show you something!” He ran out of the kitchen.

An awkward silence occurred between Benny and you.

“Is he your kid?” Benny asked casually. “How old is he?”

“Seven,” you only answered the second part and watched him furrow his brows as he kept counting something with his fingers like preschooler.

“How old are you exactly?” He seemed to be confused.

“Fourty,” you joked.

“Oh, wouldn’t tell,” Benny’s eyes widened and you chuckled because it was adorable how he believed you.

“Benny, I was joking,” you explained and put your hands on your hips, checking on the pasta with the corner of your eye.

“It don’t matter to me, you know,” Benny shrugged his arms. “How old are ya now or how young you were when you had the kid. I like you,” Benny said and you felt your heart filling with joy and affection.

“I suspected that a guy like you would chase after them pretty dolls,” you turned around to turn the oven off since the pasta was cooked now.

“Damn right I do. You’re a doll,” Benny assured you and you shook your head with a chuckle.

You focused on making the spaghetti when Jack came back to the kitchen with a drawing in his hand and he placed it on the table to show it to Benny.

“I drew a motorbike!” He told him proudly. “And that’s (Y/N) on it and you. I saw you one night through the window!” He exclaimed. “Sorry, in the dark I thought you had brown hair,” he explained.

“It’s great, dude. You like to draw?” Benny asked him.

“Yup! I draw everything I like! Cars, motorbikes, construction machines, trains, dinosaurs and dogs! (Y/N) sometimes takes me to the diner and I sit by the window and draw the cars in the parking lot!”

“That’s so cool,” Benny gave him a thumbs up.

“Yeah, I know!”

“Dinner’s ready,” you turned around with two plates in your hands as you approached them. “Take the drawing off the table, Jack,” you told him.

“It’s for Benny,” Jack insisted and looked at him. 

Benny smiled awkwardly and took the drawing, not knowing what to do with it.

“You can fold it, it’s fine,” Jack assured him and Benny nodded before folding the drawing and putting it into his pocket.

“Now, go wash your hands,” you told Jack and he sighed before running off to the bathroom.

You placed the plates on the table and then you turned around to get the third one and put it there as well. Then you sat down and kept staring at Benny who was silent as usual.

“He’s not my kid,” you explained silently. “My sister’s,” you added. “I have raised him since he was four. It was difficult and I had to drop out of college but I didn’t want him to end up in the orphanage,” you added.

“Why couldn’t your folks raise him?” Benny asked.

“They cursed my sister out for… For being with Jack’s dad. It’s a long story. So, they didn’t want anything with Jack either, they said he’s got that bad blood in him, that he’s a rotten apple because he’s from a bad tree. And his father’s family… I don’t even know if they are alive. He was a very bad man, Benny. He was rotten indeed, evil to the core. I’m glad he died, let me tell you, because he’d be an awful influence on Jack and you see what a sweet boy Jack is. But what I’m mad about is that he took my sister down with him. Down to the grave,” you sighed and shook your head.

“I’m sorry,” Benny mumbled. “Drugs?”

“Yeah, heavy stuff,” you nodded and played with your food nervously. “Now my parents say I’m stupid for wasting my life, my education and all that. But how could I let Jack go to the orphanage, huh? You seen him. He's a sweetheart. Such a gentle soul and I wish they could see that but they keep saying he’s gonna grow up to be a deadbeat like his daddy. That’s why we moved. I wanted to be away from my family and start fresh,” you explained.

Before Benny could answer, Jack was back already. He sat by the table and started to eat.

“Yummy!” He told you with a smile.

“Thank you, love,” you caressed his hair gently.

“Yeah, it’s very good,” Benny nodded after taking the first bite.

“How long have you been driving motorcycles?” Jack asked him.

“Since high school,” Benny answered.

“I want to drive them, too!”

“Ha-ha-ha, absolutely no way,” you gave Jack a scolding look.

“Why not? Your boyfriend can drive them and I can’t?” Jack whined and you felt your cheeks heating up.

“Um… Benny is not my –”

“I’ll teach you how to drive ‘em when you’re old enough,” Benny interrupted you.

“Benny!” You gasped and Jack giggled. “I said: no.”

“He doesn’t have to drive fast. He can be a good boy about it,” Benny winked at you and you sighed.

“I’ll be careful, I promise,” Jack laid his head on your arm and you caressed his cheek.

“I hope so. I hope you’ll always stay this sweet. Even as a teenager,” you booped him on the nose and he smiled widely at you before going back to eating.

The rest of the meal went more peacefully. Benny was mostly asking Jack about school and his friends. When everyone ate, you took the dishes to wash them and promised to prepare a dessert while Benny took Jack outside to show him his Harley motorbike.

You observed them through the window with a smile. They looked quite adorable together and you couldn’t stop the way butterflies were forming in your stomach at the sight of them together. You had not expected a guy like Benny to just… Accept your situation so casually. He had been surprised at first but that was it.

You took the ice cream out of the freezer and divided it into three portions before going out to stand on the porch.

“Boys!” You called them and they both turned around at the same time. “Dessert’s ready!” You announced and watched how both of their faces lighted up as their eyes filled with the sparkles of excitement. You chuckled to yourself. They were adorable.

Benny and Jack rushed inside and you reminded Jack to wash his hands again. He rolled his eyes but went to the bathroom obediently.

“And me? I don’t have to?” Benny teased you.

“You can catch whatever disease you want, I don’t care. You’re a big boy, Benny. It’s your choice if you wash your dirty hands or not,” you looked at his hands. They were black from the grease after showing Jack something with the engine.

Benny blushed a little and went to the bathroom as well.

When they were back, they grabbed their bowls with ice cream and you proposed to eat it on the couch while watching TV. Jack insisted on sitting between you and Benny and Benny insisted on watching some comedy show that you usually didn’t allow Jack to watch because of its primitive humour. This time you made an exception and you could see how Jack was starting to like Benny more and more.

They were laughing at the same jokes – although you were sure Jack didn’t understand some of them and only laughed because Benny did. But what mattered more was the way they laughed. Both in a similar way, cutely, throwing their heads back and giggling. You had never seen Benny Cross like that before and your heart was filling with more and more affection towards him. He started to remind you of a little boy now.

Well, he had been a little boy once after all. And, oh, he had to be adorable, you thought, and you reached your hand out to caress his arm softly. He looked at you and you shyly took your hand away. However, he smiled at you lovingly and your cheeks heated up.

When the comedy show was over, you asked Jack to wash the dishes after the dessert and he did that without complaining – mostly because he was grateful to you for letting him watch that silly comedy show.

“You turning him into a girl?” Benny pointed his finger at the kitchen where Jack had gone to as he moved closer to you on the couch.

“No, I’m teaching him how to do basic chores around the house,” you told Benny. “You don’t wash the dishes?”

“Only when I have to,” Benny groaned. “But I hate that.”

“Well, at my house you’d have to,” you crossed your arms.

“I’m gonna get used to it,” he chuckled and you raised an eyebrow at him. He was grinning at you.

“Listen, Benny,” you changed the subject as you got more serious. “Thank you,” you lowered your voice. “I know I should have told you earlier about Jack…”

“What you thankin’ me for, kitty?” Benny furrowed his brow.

“For… Acting decent, I suppose,” you bit on your lower lip.

“Well, I don’t mind you raising a kid, dollie. In fact, I think it’s cool,” he winked at you.

“Cool?” You snorted at that, confused.

“Yeah, you know, he’s a nice fella and we’re gonna practise before our own little ones come one day,” Benny shrugged his arms and stretched his arm to put it around your shoulder.

“Benny, we barely know each other,” you pointed out.

If any other guy started talking about having kids with you so fast – you’d run away. But with Benny it was different. Something about him was making you feel secure. Perhaps because of the way he was with Jack.

“That’s why I said: one day,” Benny smirked.

“What I mean is, it’s too early to plan such things”, you said but you leaned your head on his chest anyway. He shook his head with a chuckle.

“Little girl, I’m gonna marry you, don’t you know?”

MASTERLIST || BENNY MASTERLIST

[lewisvinga]

born to die | fernando alonso x fem! reader

summary: after their engagement, y/n realized her and fernando may have different views of the future. it makes her wonder if they were really born to die.

warnings; age gap, cursing, angst/fluff

word count; 1.28k

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03

note; and this is it u guyssss🥹 i enjoyed this series sm and i’m so thankful 4 everyone who read n enjoyed it<33 im gonna miss it sm but keep a look out for my next music f1 series 😁

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“But are you really ready to settle down?” Y/b/f asked Y/n during their biweekly brunch dates. The topic of marriage came about after due to Y/n started wedding planning a few months after being engaged.

Her best friend knew her more than anyone. They grew up together. So Y/b/f knows that Y/n never wanted to settle down so quickly. She knew that she wanted to spend her 20s having fun and completing her master's.

Marrying someone who is already in their 40s and wants to settle down as soon as possible meant there was a conflict between their futures.

“I mean, not yet.” Y/n sighed, grasping into the cup of tea as she shrugged. “I love Fernando, I do. I don’t want kids yet. I want to wait a few years and-“

“But does he know that? That’s a man who wants to settle down already and have a house in the countryside. That’s a man who wants children soon.” Y/b/f interrupted her, genuine concern written all over her face. “He’s a great guy and I love that he makes you happy but is that what you really want? Having kids means giving up a lot and you know that I know that.” She added about her own child. “And He just signed another contract with Aston Martin. If you do have kids, he won’t be around to help you much.”

Y/n let out a groan, running her hands over her face. “I was lost before I met him. I was so confused as a little child but he gave me a sense of meaning. I love Nando, I truly do. But It’s just,” She sighed. She looks out the window of the restaurant and watches busy people walking down the sidewalks. “Now that I think about it, we view the next 5 years completely differently.”

Y/b/f reaches out and grabs her hand, forcing Y/n to look back at her. “Just think about it, okay? I love you and I just want the absolute best for you.”

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Y/n sat on the top step of the front patio of her shared home with Fernando, staring out onto the gloomy skies. Despite it being sunny when she was at brunch, by the time she got home it was drizzling. However, the rain usually calmed her and in a moment where she was deep in her thoughts, she definitely needed to be calmed.

She was so lost in her thoughts of her future that she didn’t notice her fiancé’s Aston Martin pulling up to the driveway. The Spaniard was confused as to why his fiancée was sitting on the patio with a sad look on her face.

“What’s wrong, mi amor?” He asked. He sat down next to her and caressed her arm. Hearing the concern laced in his voice was the triggering act for her.

“Do you think this is the right time for us to get married?” Y/n asked, keeping her eyes on her fiddling fingers. She hears Fernando’s breath hitch as he sits up straight.

“Why do you think that?”

“Fernando, you’re older than me, like a lot older and-“

“You just noticed?” He asked in a teasing tone in hopes to lighten the mood a bit.

She just sighed in response and crossed her arms over her chest. “Fernando, we both have different views of the next 5 to 10 years and you know that. I’m still young. I want to go out and party and enjoy my life. I just started my master's degree. But I know you want to retire in a few years. I know you want to have kids as soon as possible and settle down. But I-“

Y/n takes a deep breath as she glances up at her fiancé. “I don’t want that. Not yet at least. Not until I finish my master's. I don’t want to settle down just yet. Y/b/f had to stop so many things when she had her son. It makes me wonder if we’re really meant to be. Maybe you and I, we were born to die.”

Fernando’s minute of silence made her heart drop. He looked like he was lost in his thoughts, similar to how she was moments prior. “What are you even talking about, Y/n? We were born to die? Come on, mi amor!” He exclaimed, standing up to his feet. Her eyebrows furrowed up as she copied him by also getting on her feet, ignoring how the rain began to come down harder.

“Maybe it’s true, Fernando!”

“It’s bullshit.” He let out a laugh as he ran his hand over his beard. “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s bullshit. Yes, we’re different ages. The road gets tough, it happens and I don’t know why, but we carry on. That doesn’t mean we’re born to die. Come on!” He continued, his eyebrows furrowed up.

“Are you even listening-“

“I am and what you’re saying is bullshit like I said!” Fernando responds, taking a step closer to her. “Amor, yes, I want children. Yes, I dream of us one day living on the coasts of Spain with our kids but that doesn’t mean I want it right away. I want you to achieve your degree. I want you to enjoy yourself first because it’s not up to me when we have kids. It’s all you.”

“Yeah, but-“

“What do I have to do to prove this to you?”

Y/n raised her eyebrows in confusion as she tilted her head. “What do you mean ‘prove’ it to me?” She asked, confused by his words.

He takes a step back with a shrug. “Prove that I don’t care if you want to wait to have kids. Prove that I wanna marry you because I love you, not to settle down.”

“Well, you don’t need to prove-“ She pauses in her words when she sees him take a step down. She lets out a sigh, her hands falling to rest by her side. She knew immediately by the glint in his eyes what he wanted to do. “Fernando, no. You’re going to get sick.”

He takes another step down.

“Fernando, stop that!”

He takes one step back and is immediately met with the pouring rain. In seconds, his clothes and hair were drenched but he didn’t care. Not one bit.

“Fernando, come back! The longer you stay there the more likely you’ll be sick.” She scolded him but he simply smiled in reply.

“I’m not leaving unless you join me.”

Y/n crosses her arms, glaring at Fernando who keeps smiling. She let out a sigh of defeat as she took a couple steps down the stairs and made it out into the rain. He immediately pulls her close by her waist. She lets out a yelp and balances herself by holding onto his shoulders.

“I love you and I want to marry you, mi amor. I don’t mind waiting 5, 10, even 15 years for us to have kids and ‘settle’ down.” He loudly says over the sound of the rain hitting the pavement. “I just want you.”

She laughs in disbelief, resting her forehead against his chest. “We can figure it all out later, right?”

“It’s just you and me right now, mi amor,” Fernando says. He cups Y/n’s face with one hand, forcing her to look up. He took a second to admire her features and her messed-up makeup from the rain. He leans down, kissing her hard in the pouring rain. Her previous thoughts immediately washed away the moment she felt his lips on her. Maybe they weren’t born to die.

[miley1442111]

Please do one where Aaron and reader are like training and the tension breaks and they kiss and there's an age difference and... yeah.

thank youuuuuu

omg thank u for requesting,i love this idea :))))))))

breaking rules mr. hotchner?- a.hotchner

a/n: i didn't imagine a fem! or male! reader so imagine what you want :)

summary: what happens when both aaron and you have to train together?

pairings: aaronhotchner x reader, platonicbauteam x reader

warnings: kissing, tension, workplace relationship, age gap, i think that's all :)

“Team training sessions, all weekend! If you can’t make it, you’ll need to make it up,” Strauss’s email made your face fall. You would be away all weekend with your sister's wedding. 

“Anyone else not making the team training?” you asked, hoping you wouldn’t be stuck with someone from another department. The entire bullpen seemed to be able to make the training and a groan made its way out of your mouth. 

“Maybe Hotch will be missing it, I think he has Jack this weekend,” Rossi smirked, a knowing look on his face. A look you badly wanted to remove, forcefully. You shot him a fake smile that made him laugh as you walked up the stairs to Hotch’s office. Everyone in the office seemed to have picked up on the weird energy between you two. His gaze always defaulted to yours, in the field he was extra protective of you, and any and all fleeting and seemingly innocent touches made your skin feel like it was on fire.  

You knocked politely on the open door and he hummed in response. You walked in and his eyes were immediately glued to you as you stood in front of him. He was obviously an authoritative figure, he was your boss after all, but conversations with him always had an underlying ease and equality to them. 

“Is everything alright?” He asked after a short moment. 

“Yes, I just wanted to let you know that I can’t make the training weekend, I’m at my sister’s wedding,” you explained quickly. “Sorry for the inconvenience. I’m sure there’s others that’ll have to make it up too-”

“I will too,” he stood from his desk, files in his hands. “How about we get ahead of it and do a few hours in the gym? You don’t have anywhere to be tonight, do you?” He asked so casually that the heat creeping up your spine seemed ridiculous. 

“That sounds fine,” You confirmed.

“Good. See you tonight then.” 

You took one step outside his office and you were met with stares from all of your co-workers. “He’s missing it too.”

“Looks like dad is getting some action tonight-” Derrick started but you hit him on the back of the head, silencing his words as the rest of the team laughed. All you could do was wait for tonight. 

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You were on time to the office gym. It was already set up for the weekend training sessions and a wide array of mats were on the floor. You noticed Aaron sitting on a bench across the hall, a navy shirt that hugged his biceps perfectly and gym shorts that ended at his knee. 

“Hi,” You smiled from across the hall, your own gym clothes adorning your body. 

“Hi,” he smiled back. 

“I asked Spencer about what they were covering and he said just general hand-to-hand combat and practising taking a subject down so… what do you want to start with?” You asked, beginning to stretch your muscles softly. You felt his eyes lingering on you as you stretched and a shiver ran down your spine.  

“Whatever you think,” he stated, the remnants of a smirk on his lips. He must know what kind of effect he has on you, right?

“Well, maybe just some hand-to-hand, I don’t really want to pop my shoulder out of place again,” you joked, a memory from the last training day you had attended. Derrick had gotten a bit too strong and dislocated your shoulder, meaning Spencer was forced to pop it back into place with Jj and Aaron’s help. 

“Makes sense,” he smiled, a certain mysterious dampening in his usual bright smile. “You come at me, go for my waist,” he ordered.

“Your waist?” You questioned, preparing your stance regardless. 

“My gun,” he explained, preparing himself for contact. 

“Oh,” Was what you got out before you lunged forward to his waist, after a long back and forth, punches and dodges and the small smirks or grunts he continued making made you practically dizzy, until you pinned him under you, a smirk on your lips. His hands rested on your waist, both of your breaths heavily with the strenuous activity, and the tension in the air. He reached up and brushed some hair out of your face, and that was all it took. 

He grabbed your face, pulled you down and kissed you. His other hand held your waist in an almost bruising grip. You had gasped when your lips first made contact and he used that as an excuse to push his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. Your hands found grip on the sides of his face, some moving back to pull on his soft hair. He had sat up, the hand that had been on your cheek moved to hold the both of you up but he never broke the kiss. His hand on your waist squeezed harder as his tongue explored your mouth, an evident smirk on his preoccupied lips. You pulled away, desperate for breath. As you caught your breath, Aaron’s hand dropped from your body and rested on the mat. 

“I’m sorry. That wasn’t right, we shouldn’t have done that. I’m very sorry if you felt pressured into-“ he started apologising but you cut him off with another passionate kiss. Your hands wrapped around his neck and his hands wrapped around your torso as you deepened the kiss. He groaned into your mouth as you bit his lower lip softly, not enough to draw blood, but enough to warrant a reaction. He pulled away, an uncertain mystery playing behind his beautiful eyes. 

“You’re surprising,” he had a soft smile on his lips while his hands ran up and down your sides. 

“How so?” You smiled, your hands messing with his black hair. 

“Well, you just kissed your boss-“ he joked, and you cut him off with a push to the chest. He laughed as he fell back, hitting the soft mat. 

“Shut up,” you groaned. “You kissed me first!” 

“That I did,” he admitted, “which we should probably talk about.”

You nodded in agreement and allowed him to go first. 

“I have a romantic interest in you, and it’s fine if it’s not reciprocated. You are… much younger than me and I’d understand if you didn’t want to be with someone who has a child and isn't exactly in the prime of his life-“

Another kiss cut off his sentence, you held him closer than before, as if trying to prove you wanted this. His hands roamed your body again and you pulled away, a certain lightness in your voice. 

“I don’t just go around kissing all of my co-workers, Aaron,” you smiled. “I want this. I want you.” He barely stifled a grin at that comment. 

“Alright then. Can I take you out to dinner sometime?” He smiled, an unknown hopefulness in his eyes. 

“Yes, yes you can.” You smiled and he kissed you again, just as much passion and tension as the first. 

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The Monday you came in, Penelope was waiting at your desk with a smile.

“Morning,” you smiled. “How was your weekend?”

“It was amazing,” she over exaggerated her words. Strange. “But not as good as yours.”

“Oh, you saw my post? Yeah the wedding was beautiful-“ 

“I saw that, but I also saw the gym cctv footage from Friday night,” she exclaimed, piquing the interest of Jj, Emily, Derrick, and Spencer. 

“What happened in the gym on Friday night?” Derrick smirked and you sent Penelope a look, one to tell her to not speak. 

“Let’s just say we might be calling y/n mom from now on,” she confirmed what all of them thought and you sighed as the onslaught began.

“You get to third base?” “In the office?!” And many other jokes and serious comments were thrown your way until you heard Spencer. 

“Derrick, you owe me 10 bucks!” He exclaimed, reminding Derrick of their bet. Derrick rolled his eyes and took out his wallet. 

“You two had a bet?!” You asked in absolute shock. 

“Yeah, it was whether or not-“ Spencer started to explain until felt a presence behind him. 

“You all call me dad?” Aaron smirked as the team's faces dropped. You smiled at him. 

“We- it’s just a-“ Spencer tried to explain but Aaron silenced him with a hand on his shoulder. 

“We have a new case, briefing starts in 5 minutes,” he shared as the team started grabbing their things for the briefing. “Oh and agent y/n, I need you in my office.”

Everyone stilled, staring at the two of you. 

“Paperwork,” he smirked, knowing the team knew about you two. 

You rolled your eyes and followed him all the same, walking into his office with a smile. He cupped your cheek and kissed you softly, despite kissing being big no in the workplace. 

You pulled away, “breaking rules Mr. Hotchner?” You smirked. 

“They’re watching,” he shrugged. “They want a show.”

You rolled your eyes and pressed a short kiss to his lips, then proceeded with the actual paperwork.

[yuff7e]

haiiiii!! this is my first time requesting so sorry if it like shows up weird or anything but..

I was wondering if you could write tanjiro, zenitsu, inosuke and maybe genya (if you write for him ofc) reacting to a usually very aloof and stoic male reader genuinely smiling at them for once? like they told him that they loved him for the first time and instead of just ignoring them bro gave them the most gorgeous smile ever and was like “I love u 2 😊”

thank uuuu!!! sorry if it didn’t really make sense! p.s I adore ur writing MWWWAH!!!

🤍﹒⪩ “𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐎” ⪨﹒🤍

𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

hii anon !! this is actually the cutest request ever. i’ll definitely write it for you !! and tysm, i adore you !! i hope you enjoy this one-shot and tell me what you think !! :) ఌ︎

♬♪ -> lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı

✧.* 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎

“[name]… i—” tanjiro stuttered, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to find the right words. after nearly four months of wrestling with his feelings, he finally mustered the courage to speak the three words that had been weighing on his mind since the day you two started dating. “i love you.” his voice was filled with sincerity and vulnerability as he gazed into your eyes, desperately hoping for a positive response.

tanjiro didn’t expect much, especially not from you, given your typically stoic demeanor. as he nervously awaited your response, he observed the subtle shift in your expression from stoicism to raw emotion, causing his eyes to widen in astonishment. “i love you too, tanjiro!” you exclaimed, a radiant smile spread across your face as joy and affection filled your voice. his shock melted into a mix of relief and overwhelming happiness as his heart thumped with love.

“wha— [name]!” tanjiro exclaimed in disbelief, pulling you into a snug embrace, his arms wrapped securely around you. “i didn’t expect this, i love you so much, [name]. you’re the best boyfriend i could ever ask for.” overwhelmed with emotion, he held onto you tightly, cherishing the moment and the depth of his feelings for you. in response, you reciprocated the embrace, squeezing him back, a soft chuckle escaping your lips.

✧.* 𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐀

“i really love you, asshole! so don’t die!” inosuke cried out, his voice filled with raw emotion as he cradled your seemingly injured body. you weren’t seriously hurt, but every time you got even slightly injured, he would freak out.

“inosuke, i’m fine—” you began to reply, but then stopped abruptly as his words sank in. you realized despite his rough exterior, inosuke truly cared for you in his own unique way. he might not fully grasp the concept of love, but his feelings for you were genuine.

looking up at him with wide eyes, you met the gaze of a his boar mask, feeling a surge of warmth and appreciation for the sudden declaration. without hesitation, you jumped up and wrapped your strong arms tightly around his neck, beaming with joy. “i love you too, inosuke!”

inosuke was immediately caught off guard by your enthusiastic reaction, especially considering the amount of energy you were wasting by squeezing him so tightly. despite his initial surprise, he couldn’t deny the overwhelming feeling of joy that washed over him as he felt you pressed against him.

“hey!! what the hell— you can smile?!” he screams, grabbing you by your shoulders and shaking you back and forth.

✧.* 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀

zenitsu had always been attracted to girls from the very beginning, his desperation evident as he clung to them, pleading for them to be his bride. you observed his antics with a mix of amusement and bewilderment, yet your genuine care for the boy remained steadfast, leading you to risk your life for him on numerous occasions.

as zenitsu witnessed the depth of your unwavering concern and selflessness, a newfound realization began to blossom within him — a stirring of emotions for his dear friend, [name].

after a while, zenitsu finally mustered up the courage to express his feelings to you. once you reciprocated, it didn’t take him long to pour his heart out. “i love you so much, [name]-chan! i’ll do anything for you!” he declared, taking both of your hands in his own and kneeling toward your face, his eyes filled with sincerity and devotion.

witnessing his heartfelt confession filled you with a burst of energy, and you couldn’t help but beam with joy. “i love you too, zenitsu!” you replied, your words carrying the weight of your own affection and gratitude. upon hearing your words, zenitsu was overcome with emotion, tears streaming down his face and snot rolling messily as he wiped it with the sleeve of his bed-shirt. “i promise, i’ll be good to you forever, [name]-chan!” he exclaimed, his voice choked with tears as his eyes reflected his unwavering commitment to you.

✧.* 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀

genya swallowed heavily, his heart pounding in his chest as he prepared to reveal his true feelings to you. you’ve been dating for eight months now, and he was terrified. with sweaty palms and a nervous expression, he faced you, the weight of his emotions hung in the air. this unfamiliar sensation was something he had never experienced before.

as you gazed back at him, your head slightly cocked to the side, your expression stoic and unreadable, revealing little of your own thoughts and feelings. “[name], i have something to say..” he declared, his voice tinged with nervousness, you watched him closely, noticing the flush that colored his face. your eyes locked onto his, silently urging him to continue.

“i.. i really.. love you, and.. i’ve truly appreciated these past few months we’ve spent together. you’re a really good guy, i really, really love you, [name].” genya confesses, his words filled with vulnerability. as he reveals his feelings, your expression swiftly transitions from stoic to joyful. without hesitation, you jump onto him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace. “i love you too, genya!” you exclaim, causing him to stumble back slightly, caught off guard by your reaction; but smiling to himself as he witnesses your joyful side.

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 : 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

[the-original-skipps]

JELOOOO since u wanted more inspo can i suggest a scenario where the reader actually gets found out and was kidnapped what would he do? anyways I HOPE U HAVE A GREAT DAYY

|| WHEN YOU GET KIDNAPPED. || SPY!SCARAMOUCHE ||

wow I didn’t think anyone would read my posts but I’m glad you did. thanks for the marvelous idea I hope you enjoy another dose of spy scara

You have no clue how you got yourself into this situation. One moment you were on your way back home from grocery shopping. The next you were covered in complete darkness.

Though it might just be the blindfold covering your eyes from seeing. With your sight gone you feel your other senses heighten. You can feel your heart beating erratically out of your chest, each breath you take known. The rope rubbing against your wrists leaves an uncomfortable burn. You repeat to yourself that you mustn't panic, by now someone must have noticed you were gone. The first person to come to mind was your boyfriend, Scaramouche. Tears prick your eyes at the thought of him and the possibility of never seeing him again.

Before you could further wallow in your sadness, you perk up at the sound of panicked shouts echoing throughout the room you were held in. You try to make yourself seem smaller hoping they wouldn't notice you. With every bang and shout you flinch in anticipation on when it would end. After a while the room goes deadly silent and you could only hear the sound of what you assume was heavy boots approaching you. You wait anxiously on what's to come next before you feel a hand gently cup your cheek. The sudden touch makes you flinch as your breath hitches, only next to be blinded by the sudden light. You grimace, slowly blinking bringing your sight to focus; you see a blur of black and indigo.

"Hey, are you hurt?"

Only when you hear a familiar voice your body perks up in remembrance, your eyes focus to see Scaramouche crouched down in front of you his brows furrowed with orbs speckled with worry. Your lips quiver as the tears you held back before come flowing naturally at the sight of your lover. He reaches around you to untie your hands, you wince at the burns they left. Once your hands were free you threw your arms around the man, burying your face against his chest. Holding him tightly as if he was just a mirage that might disappear if you let go. Words don't leave your lips, only cries and whimpers. You can feel Scaramouche sigh in relief as his once tense body relaxes at your familiar hold. His arms circling around you to return your embrace. "I...I'm glad you're okay." He whispers quietly as breathes in your known scent. You could only hold him tighter in response, a rush of emotions flooding you. You don't know how you got yourself in this situation but you were glad to know it ended with him.

Too absorbed within your emotions you failed to notice the number of unconscious bodies that lay around you or the stain of red on your lover's hands. No matter, he'll explain himself to you later for now he is just glad to have you back within his arms again. 

[offbrandkyoya]

[6]

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Why is his crush coming to practice? Kageyama had not the slightest clue.

Kageyama is starting to freak out. He still feels embarrassed about what happened in the classroom. “Earth to Kageyama!” Hinata jumps up and down, waving his hand in front of his partner's face. “Stop thinking about milk-chan and focus on the game!”

Tsukishima overhears and scowls, “You know it’s weird calling them ‘milk-chan’ out loud, right?” Hinata shrugs. “So?” “What do you mean, so? It’s fucking weird.” “You’re weird!” “What?” Yamaguchi stands between them with a sigh. "Hinata, don’t provoke Tsukki.”

The ginger sticks out his tongue while Tsukishima rolls his eyes. Kageyama doesn’t react to the small argument that happened and simply walks the other way. “Okay boys, get in formation!” Coach Ukai shouts, and the boys go into position.

Kageyama is going to serve first instead of Asahi. ‘Maybe hitting this spike will let my feelings out.’ He lets out a breath before tossing the ball up, running a few steps forward, and hitting the ball right across the net. He gets the point, and he goes to hit again.

Another point, and Kageyama hits once more. Nishinoya digs for it, and Tanaka goes to pass to Sugawara to set. Daichi hits the ball, and Asahi goes to dig it up. This goes on for a while before taking a break.

Kageyama huffs, exhausted from playing. He hears someone shuffling next to him, but he’s too tired to tell them to shoot away.

“Milk-chans here!” Hinata whispers in his ear, and Kageyama immediately straightens up. His eyes dart across the gym until they land on his crush, talking to Yachi about who knows what.

They notice his stare, and they wave. Kageyama's cheeks flush and stand frozen. “Wave back, idiot.” Tsukishima mutters close to his ear. Kageyama does so, and his crush smiles more than ever.

They start to walk towards him, which starts freaking him out. “You’re really good.” They say, and Kageyama stutters, “U-Uh, T-Thanks, um...” He looks to the floor nervously. “I wanted to check on you.” His heart flips and flops. “I’m sorry for showing up out of the blue.” They explain, and Kageyama isn’t processing anything at all.

“Since you were struggling with English, I came to see if you had time to study. I was worried about you.” Hearing that, steam comes out of Kageyama's face. “I hope volleyball isn’t getting in the way.” They continue. Kageyama's words are incoherent, and the rest of the boys stare in disbelief.

“Kageyama is embarrassing himself.” Hinata says it with a pout. “They seem into it.” Tsukishima snickers, and Yamaguchi sighs in response. Daichi steps forward and pats Kageyama's back with a chuckle. “Do you need to borrow him for a minute?”

Their cheeks flush, and they shake their hands. “I was just asking if he wanted to study with me! I understand if he can’t because he needs to be here for volleyball.” “I see.” Daichi’s hands go on his hips. “Unfortunately, we need Kageyama since we have a practice match soon.” “I understand.”

They smile at Kageyama. “I’ll leave you alone now. Have fun; I’m rooting for you.” Those words replay in the boy's head, and his face gets even redder if that were possible. “R-Rooting for me?” “Mhm!” They confirm, and he almost passes out. Tanaka was thankfully there to stand him back up.

“Why don’t you study at his place?” Ennoshita suggests, after walking over, making sure Kageyama doesn’t fall again. The group stared at him in awe. “Yes!” Hinata jumps up and down. “You can study at Kageyama's house! He lives practically alone.” Kageyama comes back to his senses and kicks Hinata's side. “Shut up, dumbass!”

They smile wide. “That’s great! Is that okay, Kageyama? I’d love to be with you today.” The boys stared at them upon hearing those words. The guys looked at Kageyama's reaction, and sure enough, the poor boy was losing it.

Kageyama’s mouth is wide open, and his cheeks are glowing red. “Y-Yeah…that’s…okay…” They giggle, “Great! I’ll wait for you then.” They say farewell and leave the gymnasium.

“Kageyama has a date.” Sugarawa chuckles, and Kageyama falls to the floor, startling the boys and panicking if he just stopped breathing.

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[kitashousewife]

sakusa doesn’t mind errands.

it makes him feel a little more accomplished, crossing things off of the to-do list. big or small, it gives him a chance to get out and enjoy himself, maybe even indulge on something new.

today is a day he would consider almost perfect. he’s grocery shopping through what feels like an empty store, listening to music while he weaves through the isles. this is his last stop of the morning, after the post office and the gym, and he’s ready to go home.

sakusa slows his cart to a stop when he reaches the last isle, eyes skimming the shelves for some fabric softener before he can head home.

a tap on his shoulder makes him just about shout in the store, the physical feeling of a record scratch makes his body jolt.

“e-excuse me?”

“yes?”

“h-hi,” you pull your hand away slowly, staring up at him with a rather nervous look on your face.

“hello.”

“sorry, i just,” you sigh, turning back to the shelves again. “what fabric softener do you recommend?”

at first, sakusa thinks you’re kidding. he tries to think if he’s ever been asked that in his life.

ever since his career took off, he’s had people stop him for numerous things. photos, autographs, cheap excuses at getting a few flirty comments in, you name it. this is a new one.

“u-uh, i guess it depends on what you’re looking for.”

you hum and nod, eyes still fixed on the bottles in front of you.

“something that smells good and leaves my clothes feeling soft i guess, but not something cheap and perfume-y, you know?”

sakusa absolutely does know, having gone through this same thing. he reaches forward, grabbing a familiar bottle and holding it out for you.

“this one’s good, not too expensive but still has a good smell.”

you turn to the stranger, only now realizing who you’re talking to. you’ve seen his photos, his instagram, and you’ve watched a handful of his games. your eyes widen for a second, but you give him a smile.

“thanks! ill try it out. i trust you,” you place the bottle in your basket and wrack your brain for something else to say.

“you’re welcome,” he mumbles, grabbing a bottle of his own. you’re about to walk away when he decides to speak up. “i hate having to find new products like this, so i’m happy to help.”

you smile wide, turning to face him again with a relieved expression. “right! it’s like as soon as you start to use something regularly, it completely stops working!”

he gives you a small smile and nods.

“i had the same thing with the bathroom cleaner i was using a couple weeks ago. i still haven’t found a replacement.”

sakusa is not one for small talk. he thinks it’s a waste of time, and something that typically makes him uncomfortable. but for some reason, here he is, blabbing about different cleaning products to some stranger.

a very pretty one at that.

“let me return the favor,” you spin around to the shelves behind the two of you, searching for something while a pop hit plays faintly in the background. you grab a spray bottle and hand it towards him. “this one’s great. one of the few things that hasn’t failed me in a while.”

sakusa smiles, and he can feel his cheeks turning pink. this feels so unfamiliar yet natural at the same time, and he’s having trouble keeping up.

“thank you,” he looks back at his cart for a second, suddenly feeling a little more shy than before. you sense this and give him a small wave.

“i hope you enjoy it! and thanks again for the help. i can now wash my clothes in peace.”

he nods and gives a small wave in response. you begin to walk away, and sakusa feels his heart beginning to race. he debates between following you and walking the other direction for a moment or two.

“w-wait,” he reaches towards you, but you’re just a bit too far. thankfully you stop, and sakusa feels relieved. “could i get your number?”

stunned with his new-found outgoing behaviors, he almost doesn’t hear you when you agree, only registering what’s going on when you hand him your phone. he takes it carefully, inputting his number quickly and handing it back to you with rosy cheeks.

he goes home that day with a giddy feeling in his tummy, hoping you text him back. when his phone buzzes later that evening with a photo of your folded laundry and a thank you, he feels a bit more confident and thankful for stepping out of his comfort zone.

[gepardling]

I saw your blog and I love your writings sm🫶 Glad to see a fellow Gepard simp (JGKFKRJSHA HE'S SO HOT)

Going to my request, if you are fine with smut requests, is it okay for me to request husband!Gepard and spouse!gn!reader, featuring breeding kink and manhandling? It's up to you how you want to write how the story goes, surprise me 👀

Anyways, make sure to take care of yourself as well, stay hydrated, and thank you sm!!

happy anniversary w/ gepard.

desc. : im so srry for my mini-hiatus, my schedule is spaghetti ;p my mind was lowkey still buzzing abt the museum event, n i needed a good hook for da story okay !! to me, marriage means becoming a family, so i used dat to set the scene :) am also working on improving gn!reader smut so i hope i did good here ( wc : 1.9k )

tags / cw : nsfw, gn!reader, pretty fluffy i think, oral, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it!), top!gepard, bottom!reader, aftercare, manhandling, breeding (I HOPE I DID THESE RIGHT, I'M SUCH A VANILLA PERSON), not proofread !

Gepard couldn’t help but wonder if he was cut out for fatherhood, given his past encounters with children. It seemed that whenever he interacted with little ones, they either burst into tears at the sight of him or found themselves quickly bored by his serious demeanor. As such, he had never entertained the idea of having a family of his own – not until he met you, at least.

You had a habit of taking Gepard’s entire world and turning it upside down, making him question everything he thought he believed up until that point. This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, and he quickly found himself drawn to your open-mindedness. Spontaneity was something that Gepard lacked in his life, and you delivered everything he needed and more. 

It wasn’t long before the two of you had married, and everyone knew it was a long time coming. No one could soften up the strict Captain like you could, especially when you manage to catch him off guard. Just the other day, Gepard's heartstrings were thoroughly scrambled when he saw you guiding a group of children through the museum. The way you handled the kids was beyond Gepard, and you taught history in a way that they understood, even enjoyed. 

After another one of your museum shifts, you and Gepard were relaxing at home. It was the evening of your first anniversary, having been married for a year. Gepard was immersed in a book, your head rested on his shoulder as you arranged your thoughts. Which is what brought you to this point. Here, in your shared home, you decided to finally raise the question. 

“You know,” you began softly, your voice carrying a mixture of wonder and uncertainty. “I can’t help but imagine… What if we had children?” Gepard’s demeanor instantly shifted, a fleeting tension washing over his body. Sensing his unease, you hurriedly backtracked. “I’m sorry, you don’t want to… And that’s okay!”

But before the words could fully escape your mouth, Gepard’s reassuring touch met your hand, his eyes filled with warmth. “No, not at all,” he assured. “You simply caught me off guard…” There was an excited tone to his voice, but some uncertainty still lingered deep beneath the surface. 

A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you absorbed Gepard’s response. “I think it would be amazing,” you uttered, a dreamy lilt decorating your tone. Gepard’s fingers gently traced the wedding band adorning your finger, and he was instantly reminded of your wedding, how radiant you looked as you stood before him. The image of you, eyes filled with unwavering devotion, etched itself permanently in his heart.

Your gentle laughter caressed his ears as your hand cupped his cheek, pulling him back from his daydream. “Don’t worry, we can wait until you’re ready,” you replied, softly pecking him on the lips. “There’s no rush, after all.” But between your gentle touch and his devotion towards you, all this family talk was getting Gepard a little hot beneath the collar.

He was sure you were aware of it too – your touches growing tantalizingly slow as your lips lingered longer and longer on his. With that same old mischievous glint in your eyes, you took the book from Gepard’s hands and set it on the table across from you. You snaked your arms around his neck, gently shifting yourself into his lap.

"What are we still sitting out here for?" You whispered, forehead pressed against his own. "It's our anniversary after all." Gepard's hands slowly came to rest on your hips, a rosy hue spread across his cheeks. You brought your hands down from his neck, opting to work open the first few buttons of his shirt. Dipping your hands beneath the fabric, Gepard shuddered lightly at your cold touch.

He moved his hands from your hips to your wrists, gently gripping them. "Not on the couch," he breathed. Of course, same old Gepard. That's one rule that's never changed for the whole three years you've been with him. You gave him a quick peck on the nose, followed by a mock salute. Gepard smiled in return, uttering "Your form is off," before scooping you up in his arms. 

Your surprise was quickly muffled by his lips on yours, his kiss filled with love and devotion towards you. He made quick work of whisking you off to the bedroom, lightly tossing you onto the soft mattress of your shared bed. You could barely sit up before he was leaning over you, covering your body with his large frame. 

"We're not on the couch anymore, are you happy?" You teased, smiling up at him mischievously. Gepard only rolled his eyes in response, lowering his head to kiss you once again. It was deeper this time, only growing more heated as your hands continued to undress him. Before you could undo his belt, his grip on your wrist stopped your ministrations. 

"Allow me," he replied, moving to undress you instead. He wedged his knee between your thighs, pushing them open before laying between them. He kept his arms wrapped around your legs, preventing you from closing them again. When he dipped his head between your thighs, you could only gasp at the feeling of his mouth on your heat. 

Gepard had more than enough practice over the last few years, and that much was evident. His skilled tongue worked across your sex, rolling over your most sensitive parts. The sensation of his hot mouth caused little stars to spot your vision, nails gripping the sheets so tight you were sure you'd rip them. Your gasps were like music to his ears, only fueling the fire deep within. 

His slicked fingers worked you open, gently scissoring your hole. Your back arched at the feeling as Gepard carefully prepared you, sparks of pleasure dashing across your body. But as the buildup started to reach its peak, mere seconds before your vision could go white and the fires of release consumed you, the sudden loss of his fingers and mouth left you cold and empty. The sensation immediately dissipated, fading into obscurity. 

Your breathing was ragged as your body attempted to come to terms with the orgasm you never had, blinking away the stars that dotted your vision. "W-Wait," you whispered, raising yourself onto your elbows. "Why'd you st-" But just as the words were about to leave your mouth, Gepard had turned you around onto your stomach, hand resting on your upper back. His free hand hurriedly worked to release his cock from the confines of his pants, as he pressed gentle kisses to the skin of your shoulder blades. 

Before you could complain again, he sunk his member deep into your heat. The weight of his body suspended above yours only added to the pleasure, slowly thrusting in sync with the rhythmic contraction of your walls. Each thrust was coupled with the soft grind of his hips, slowly working you back up to your pleasure point. He took his time, butterfly kisses dotting the back of your neck and ears. 

"Gepard…" You sighed, to which he replied with a soft hum. While you sincerely enjoyed his languid pace, you needed something more to soothe the ache in your loins. You pressed back against him, breathing a quiet “Faster,” to which he replied with a chuckle. Gepard slipped two fingers between your lips, hushing you with quiet whispers. 

You swirled your tongue around his digits, the cool metal of his wedding band contrasting the warmth of your mouth. When he pulled back his hand, a small whine escaped your lips, but your breath soon hitched in your throat as he suddenly increased his pace. He kept his hand pressed down on your lower back, preventing you from bucking back against him as he took you at his own pace. 

The way his cock slammed into you left you gasping for air, brushing against your deepest pleasure points. The heat was rising exponentially, drawing the knot in your belly tighter and tighter with each thrust. Gepard’s lips met the back of your ear, gently pressing kisses to the side of your head. As your cries intensified, you buried your face in the closest pillow you could reach, desperate to muffle the throes of your passion. 

But Gepard didn’t like the way you tried to hide, and he was quick to swipe the pillow from your hold. He pulled out in the process, and you whined at the sudden loss of contact. The heat from your core dissipated once again, and your orgasm fizzled out of reach a second time. Before you could make your disdain known, his hands gripped your hips to turn you around onto your back. 

At your gasp of surprise, his hands met your knees, pushing your thighs up against your chest. He buried himself back in your core, and the roughness of his actions made you wail into your palm. Gepard lowered himself to your face, prying your hand away with his own to clash his lips against yours. You reciprocated the kiss, interlocking your fingers with his. He swiped his tongue against your lower lip, to which you opened your mouth, your tongue meeting his. 

When he pulled back, your lips chased his, breaking the delicate string of saliva between you. Your chest heaved as you tried to regain your breath, tiny tears dotting your vision. You felt like you were melting in his hold, the heat of the moment escalating far beyond your limits. Your sighs were like music to Gepard’s ears as he made love to you, consummating your marriage a second time.

The hand from your thigh moved down to your abdomen, pressing into the skin to feel the way he moved inside of you. He gripped your hand tighter, slightly increasing the pace to chase his orgasm. His cock glided effortlessly, bruising your deepest parts as you sang him praise. The pressure rose even higher in your core, building on your previously denied release. 

Amidst his passion, Gepard managed to grunt out a quiet “Where do you want it?” ghosting his lips along the side of your face. You managed to compose yourself just enough to answer, barely squeaking out “Inside,” before another moan tore itself from your throat. Gepard’s hands came to rest on your thighs again, burying himself impossibly deep in your core.

The sensation of his load warming you from within sent you over the edge as well, whispers of his name escaping your lips as your nails dug into his arm. Sparks of electrifying bliss enveloped your body, walls clenching around his cock. Gepard rode out his high, gently grinding his hips against yours. His lips met yours again, this time kissing you much softer than before. 

When he pulled away, some of his cum dripped from your core. You finally released your iron grip on his hand, sitting up to meet him at eye-level. “Why don’t we go get cleaned up,” you asked, your hand cupping the side of his face. Gepard hummed in approval, turning his head to place a kiss on your palm. 

“I think a bath would do,” he spoke, pulling you off the bed and into his arms. Though you weren’t really sure how much cleaning you’d actually get done. All in all, any time you got to spend with your beloved husband was a win in your books.

(melts) i saw a ballet concert, had my hair done, went out w/ my dad nd played league wit my friends. nun of these activities allowed me 2 write my smutty smut dis week waahhhh hopefully back on schedule now :') i tried 2 write dis extra long as an apology, also referenced multiple online sources 4 gn!smut 2 attempt 2 educate myself........

[madaqueue]

Practice Makes Perfect | Chapter 4

synopsis: you and yuji have been best friends basically as long as you can remember, and you made a promise to each other to stay friends and help each other be the best versions of yourselves for your future partners. but will things change when yuji finally starts looking for a relationship?

pairing: yuji itadori (18+) x f!reader

themes/content: modern college au (characters aged up to 18+). language, fluff, angst. some suggestive language at the end. 18+, MDNI

word count: 2.0k

a/n: RAAAAAA it’s getting real lmao

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Sitting towards the back of the room, you take note of the messy black hair and all black clothes. You walk over to him with a smile on your face. “Megumi?” you question.

The boy looks up from his notes and meets your eyes. “Oh, hey, Yuji’s friend. I didn’t know you were in this class,” he says, gesturing at the seat next to him and inviting you to sit.

“I could say the same to you,” you respond, setting down your backpack and getting settled next to him. You have never been this close to Megumi before, and notice his very subtle cologne that leaves a warm and almost smokey scent hanging in the air around him.

“I’m a biology major, so it kinda makes sense I’d have to be here,” he says, turning back towards his notes. You notice a small smirk forming on one side of his mouth as he does so.

As soon as you open your mouth to reply, your professor waltzes in at the front of the lecture hall, her heels softly clacking against the wood floor and the room falls quiet except for her voice. You and Megumi sit in silence for the rest of the class as you furiously scribble in your notes, trying to keep up with what Dr. Ieiri is lecturing on. Halfway into the class you glance over at Megumi’s notes and see he’s just…doodling? His page is full of drawings, from dogs to birds and frogs, covering the lined paper in front of him. He notices you staring and glances up at you out of the corner of his eye before turning his attention back to the paper. His drawing style suddenly shifts as he sketches a new shape. You watch him, mesmerized, as you realize he’s drawing…you?

Dr. Ieiri seems to end abruptly as she dismisses everyone, but you stay seated, waiting for Megumi to finish up his work. He tears the page out of his notebook and hands it to you without a word before putting everything on his desk into his backpack. You begin to pack up, unsure of what to say. After all, nobody has ever drawn you before - are you supposed to thank him? Should you give it back? In a panic, you stutter, “U-um, I’m going to go study at the library, if you want to come with me?”

Megumi glances up at you and softly responds, “Sure,” before tossing his backpack over his shoulder.

–

The two of you find a quiet table in the back corner of the library, dimly lit from the overhead lights and warm afternoon sun pooling in from a nearby window. You get started on your work quietly until Megumi clears his throat. “So, you never answered why you’re in Dr. Ieiri’s class,” he invites.

“Well, I’m an engineering major, but I’m still not sure what kind I want to be yet, so I have to take all these classes that are supposed to help me figure it out, and biology is one of them,” you explain. Megumi nods in response, before you continue, “I know I like to work with my hands, but I also like to think about problems before I have to solve them, which makes it hard to decide on a path. I know I don’t like computers, but I do love math. And I really didn’t expect to like Dr. Ieiri’s class as much as I do, so now I’m not sure,” you trail off. You pause for a moment, hoping you weren’t rambling. “You said you’re a bio major, right? Why’d you choose that? Also, I didn’t see you in her class last week, but we had definitely already met at Yuji’s, and you weren’t really paying attention today-” you stop yourself, realizing you were definitely rambling this time.

Megumi looks down. “Yeah I’m um…I’m actually retaking this class, so I kind of know it already.” You wait for him to continue. “Last fall my sister got really sick. Well, she got more sick, I guess. I had to take some time off to take care of her, so I ended up failing Dr. Ieiri’s class the first time I took it. I was gone last week because my sister was supposed to have this really big surgery and I wanted to be there for her, but they ended up postponing it, so I just stayed at the hospital with her for the rest of the week. She’s actually the reason I’m a bio major - I want to be a doctor so I can help people like her. It’s not fair what happened, and I want to make sure it doesn’t happen to anyone else.” He stops, realizing his hands had formed into fists as he was talking. His body relaxes and he shrugs, trying to ease some of the weight from the information he had just shared with you.

“I think it’s really sweet that you care about your sister so much,” you say. “It sounds like she is really important to you.” Megumi nods, still not looking up from the table. Unsure what else to say, you reach a hand out to touch his shoulder, hoping it provides some comfort. He leans into your touch, resting his cheek on the top of your hand. The feeling of his hair brushing against your arm gives you the ever-familiar butterflies and you try not to visibly blush. The two of you stay like that for a moment, comfortable in the silence, before you hear your phone buzz in your pocket. Megumi lifts his head up so you can use your hand to answer it, and he slowly gets back to work as you pull your phone out and look at it.

Incoming call: “YuYu”

You smile at the nickname he put in your phone for you when he first gave you his number back in highschool. You answer it and hold the phone up to your ear.

“Hey! Sorry I keep calling you randomly, but I have a bit of an emergency. But, this time it’s a good emergency, I promise. Remember that date I was supposed to have tonight? Turns out she can’t go anymore, but I already have a reservation at this new sushi place I have been dying to try, and I knowwwww you love sushi,” he says, and you can practically hear his smile through the phone. “I already know you’re going to say yes, so I’ll meet you at your place at 6:00 and we can walk over together. Oh, and it’s kind of fancy but not too fancy, but don’t worry about it too much! Okay great, I’ll see you then!” he finishes before hanging up.

You didn’t even get a word in for that entire conversation, but it looks like you now have plans tonight. Glancing at your now unlocked phone screen, you realize it’s already almost 5:00. “Shit,” you mutter under your breath. “I’m sorry Megumi, but I have to go,” you say, turning your attention back to the boy across from you.

“No worries,” he says with a soft smile. “This was really nice, we should study again sometime. Here, let me give you my number.” He holds his hand out for your phone and you give it to him, watching him put in his contact information before handing it back to you. You collect your study materials and wave at him as you walk out of the library.

–

When you arrive at the restaurant, you are shocked by Yuji’s definition of “kind of fancy.” The place is absolutely gorgeous, with natural wood and stone forming high ceilings, small fountains and mini waterfalls creating a soothing ambiance as the water collects in a river that winds throughout the restaurant. You walk over small bridges that decorate the interior to reach your table, surrounded by plants that provide some natural privacy. You felt slightly out of place despite wearing your nicest dress and heels, especially compared to Yuji in his black slacks and sport coat. You have to admit, though, the boy does clean up nicely.

Without getting a chance to even look at the menu, Yuji orders for both of you when the server returns. You gently smack his arm from across the table. “Hey, why did you do that? How could you assume what I wanted?” you ask playfully.

“I told you, I know you,” he shrugs. “Besides, dinner is on me since I dragged you out here last-minute. There’s some stuff I’ve been wanting to try ever since this place opened, and I got some things you’ll like, too,” he explains through a toothy grin.

“How generous, getting me things I’ll actually like,” you smirk, rolling your eyes. “Speaking of ‘dragging me here,’ what happened with your date?” you ask, trying to hide any remnants of jealousy.

“Oh, she just had something come up with a friend, but we rescheduled for next week. Plus, after the last practice date kind of went to shit, I figured it would be nice to actually get used to this place before the real-deal,” he says nonchalantly.

For some reason, his words sting more than you expect. Referring to this girl as the real-deal means that he must think you’re less than her, less deserving of his time or energy or-

Your thoughts cut off as an enormous pile of food gets set down on your table. There seems to be everything from nigiri to sashimi and tempura, all of it looking mouth-wateringly good. Yuji thanks the server and immediately starts digging in. Your stomach growls involuntarily and you’re forced to push your thoughts aside as you take a bite.

“Oh, my god,” you practically groan through the rice. “This is insane.”

“Right?” Yuji agrees, his cheeks puffed out from being so full of food.

The two of you eat in silence, savoring the combination of flavors in front of you, until Yuji pulls his phone out of his pocket. He smiles down at it and starts typing a message, and you can almost feel your blood boil. In an attempt to defuse your emotions you glance down at your phone, which unlocks to the recent contact page with Megumi’s information open on it. What the hell you think, typing out a message to send to him.

You: “hey Megumi, thanks for hanging out today, it was really nice”

Your phone buzzes almost immediately.

Megumi: “If this is who I think it is, I agree. Are you free tomorrow? There’s a new cafe off campus that’s really cozy, and I have some exams next week I need to study for. I’d love to see you”

The message makes you feel warm inside - he would love to see you? Of course you have to say yes.

You: “i’m free, how’s 11:00 sound? meet at your place?”

He ‘love’ reacts your message, which you take as affirmation of your plans. You put your phone back into your purse and look back up to see Yuji still smiling down at his phone. “Hey, it’s rude to be on your phone at the table,” you tease, but it comes out more irritated than you intended.

“Sorry, Nobara just said something funny and-” he cuts off, looking up at you realizing he had never told you the name of the girl he actually had feelings for, even though you already knew from seeing her name on his phone this morning.

“Oh, so is this ‘Nobara’ the one you were supposed to take out tonight?” you ask slyly. Yuji just nods blankly, trying to read your facial expressions. “Well, she must be quite special then,” you respond, desperately attempting to shove down any lingering jealousy as you maintain eye contact. “I actually have a date tomorrow, too,” you continue, not looking away from him. He cocks his head to the side, waiting for you to continue and taking another huge bite from the dwindling pile of food between you. “Speaking of which, I actually was hoping to get some practice too…” you trail off. “I want to suck your cock.”

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I Wanna See You Beggin’ (Part 4)

Summary: Joel Miller is your dad’s best friend, you knew it was wrong, you knew it would only cause trouble but you couldn’t help the way you ached for the man. (Part One | Part Two | Part Three)

Disclaimers: (Title is from I Hate Myself for Loving You — Joan Jett & The Blackhearts), I do not own any of these characters / people but I did write these words, I don’t give permission for this to be copied anywhere else 😌

Characters: dbf!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Word Count: 7.3k

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni, pls), unprotected p in v (pls be responsible and wrap before u tap), mild violence / swearing / general angst, age gap (reader mid twenties, Joel would be late 40s), no outbreak in this au.

A/N: woweeee, I am still blown away by the interest in my dumb writing! thank you for all the reblogs / likes / comments and thank you for your patience whilst I got my act together and wrote this fourth part! I feel like it sucks, if it does, I’m so sorry! I think I have one more part in me, with this series which would include a small time jump to finish it off. if people are interested, I will definitely write it. enjoy and I hope it makes y’all happy, finally hehehe. love u all <3

“Y/N?” Your dad called louder this time and you slapped Joel as you jolted awake, your fist hit his chest and he spluttered as he awoke from his deep sleep. 

“Fuck, shit. Fuck. Joel, get up, get the fuck up and get dressed.” You hissed and Joel sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. You immediately went into action and pulled your pyjamas on hastily, your shirt was inside out and you almost fell over as you stumbled down your stairs to answer the front door. 

“M-morning dad, you woke me up.” You mumbled, your voice panicked. “What’re you doing here, are you okay?” You lied as he entered your hallway. 

You could sense it, your dad was pissed, he rarely ever got angry but whenever he did, you knew it immediately. 

“Well uh, I went to Joel’s house to pick him up but it was weird, his truck wasn’t on his drive nor was he actually home. I shrugged it off and assumed it was just ‘cause he went to site by himself so imagine my surprise, sweet pea, when I drive past here and see his truck parked up out the front of your house.” Your dad spoke and you could feel the annoyance, his eyes were scanning the area, looking behind you to see if he could spot Joel. “You wanna tell me why it is exactly that his truck is out front?” 

“Look, I, um. We, uh, fuck.” You cursed and your cheeks flushed a deep red as you shifted awkwardly on the spot, your brain not moving nearly fast enough to come up with a convincing lie.

“Just… Where is he?” Your dad asked and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. 

“M-my bedroom…” You answered quietly. “B-but it’s not what you think!” You called after your dad as he didn’t hesitate to climb your stairs quickly. 

“Miller,” Your dad barked and your stomach flipped, you felt sweaty and sick. “What. The. Fuck have you been doin’ with my little girl?” He shouted and slammed your bedroom door open, you followed your dad and tried to grab his arm back and take him downstairs. “Get downstairs, right now.” Your dad hissed at you. 

Joel was stood in your bedroom, he had pulled his boxers and shirt on and was just trying to button up his jeans. It was clear as day; entirely evident what had been happening here; it was written over both of your faces and the fact Joel’s shirt and jeans were unbuttoned only supplied further, concrete proof to your dad. 

You dad lurched at Joel, his forearm pinned the older male against the wall as he pushed his arm across Joel’s chest and without thinking for another second, your dad planted a hard punch to Joel’s face. You heard a sickening crunch and you winced before you leapt into the room and tried to peel your dad’s frame off of Joel’s. 

“I told you to fucking go downstairs. Go.” Your dad barked and you flinched away from him, that seemed to soften your dad’s eyes ever so slightly but the rage soon built once again as Joel spoke. 

“I’m sorry, bud. It’s not what you think. I haven’t been preying on her, I care about her. A lot.” Joel spoke, trying to calm your father down. “Can we please sit down and talk about this?”

“So you haven’t been fucking her then?” Your dad spat and it made the guilt in your stomach bubble ferociously. 

“Dad.” You whispered. “I’m a woman, I can choose whom I have relationships with. You don’t get to decide that.” Your voice shook as you looked at Joel, you wanted to take him into your arms and stroke his hair, just do anything to soothe him. He dabbed at his nose with his sleeve as blood soaked it and your stomach turned again. 

“So you decide to fuck my best friend, a man older than your own father? Like a cheap whore.” He spat at you and you felt tears prick your eyes before they fell silently down your cheeks. 

Joel pushed your father off him, whilst he was turned to look at you and he grunted with the effort. 

“You don’t get to speak to her like that.” Joel shouted, squaring his large shoulder up to your dad. 

Your dad laughed, it was dark and fuelled by anger. “Yeah, well, you don’t get to tell me how to do shit. You’ve lost that privilege.” 

“I know you’re upset, dad and I’m really sorry, I didn’t want this to happen, not like this… b-but, but I really like Joel.” You spoke quietly as you steadied your panicked breathing. 

Joel looked at you with a soft smile as he mopped up the last of his blood that was staining his moustache. His eyes were soft as he looked at you and he felt such pride that you would even stick up for him to your dad. He knew your dad’s anger was justified which is why it was hard to argue his case. 

“Look, I’ll take the day off work, I’ll go home and then maybe you could both come over this evening and we could talk about this, calmly. I know you’re angry, and trust me, I would be too. I am sorry you found out this way but I’m not sorry for this happening.” Joel’s voice was edged with coldness but he remained calm as he spoke to your dad. 

“You can take everyday off, ‘bud’. You’re fired, so if I see your face around any of the sites, you’ll be a dead man. You had a kid, you should understand how fucked up this is. Maybe it’s for the best your daughter isn’t around.” You dad said heartlessly. 

“Dad!” You gasped disappointedly. 

Joel winced at your dad’s words and they cut deeper than any punch could. 

“We will speak later. I’m sorry for yelling at you, sweet pea. It’s not your fault, he took advantage, you’re just a kid.” You dad whispered and he went to give you a kiss on the cheek but you flinched away from his touch. 

“I’m a woman, I’m closer to thirty than I am to twenty, dad. I’m a fully grown woman. I’m sorry you found out this way but we’ll only be speaking if you’ll sit down with the two of us. Understand?” Your voice wobbled as you spoke and soon the tears were falling down your cheeks yet again. 

Your dad threw his hands up in defeat and walked out of your room silently, the thick atmosphere of your room was shattered when the front door closed and you jumped. 

The way your dad acted was entirely out of character, he usually never so much as raised his voice at anyone and especially not at you. He wasn’t an aggressive man, so the way he reacted truly shook you to your core.

“Joel,” you cried and went to hold his arm but he avoided your touch. “Joel please,” your voice was coming out as wrecked cries. “Please don’t shut me out, don’t let him get into your head like that. I’m sorry for what he said. He’s just angry and he didn’t think. I’m sorry.” You sobbed further and fell to your knees dramatically, you brought your arms around yourself and cried. 

“Peach,” Joel whispered, his voice shaking also. You looked up at him and his eyes were blurry with tears and it only broke you further. “Your dad is right, I’ve been taking advantage and maybe we didn’t realise because we were blinded with the pure pleasure of it all.” He spoke and he knelt down to look you in the eyes. 

You shook your head and wiped your eyes roughly to clear your vision. “N-no!” You shouted. “You don’t get to fuck me and then tell me you’re taking advantage.” You shouted and weakly punched at Joel’s arms in frustration. “You don’t get to do that.”

He winced as you took your frustrations out on him but he took it all. “I care about you, peach, a lot but… this is my life, I need that job.” He sighed as he took your flailing hands to hold them steady. 

You tried to pull away from his grip with a whine of frustration as he only held you tighter. “Go then.” You stated coldly, tears still falling down your cheeks as you wiped them away in vein. “If the job means that much to you, go. Go apologise to my dad for ‘taking advantage’ of me, go tell him it was the wrong thing to do even though we both know that it’s a lie.” You cried, openly and blatantly now, you let the tears fall as your voice shook with effort. 

Joel enveloped you in his arms, his hand stroked through your hair and he shushed you softly. “Baby girl, it’s okay.” He whispered into the top of your head and he closed his eyes. “It’s not as simple as that. I really care about you and fuck it, I guess part of me didn’t want to admit it, especially not this early on but clearly, I love you. I’ve cared about you for years, I just didn’t understand to what capacity. It’s just… I can’t let this ruin my life, or yours for that matter… If your dad says anything to anyone… I’ll be a wanted man, people will be furious with me.” He sighed. 

His words cut through you like a hot knife through butter and it only seemed to make things worse. “I’m a woman!” You cried quietly, wiping your eyes again to try and clear them. “Why doesn’t anyone understand that? I’m a fully legal and consenting woman! I pay taxes!!” You laughed through a cry which caused Joel to chuckle above you. 

“We knew we were crossing a very strong line when we slept together last Friday, we knew it would cause issues but we did it anyway. And I’m glad we did… it’s just, I think I need to go home and think about this all. You should think too, if we decide to pursue this further it might mean your old man won’t speak to you again…” Joel spoke quietly and released you from his arms. 

“I —“ Your voice cracked and you took a deep, calming breath in to try to resume some composure. “I don’t need to think about this, Joel. I’ve wanted you for months, if not years, it’s actually kind of embarrassing. Sure, a lot of that lies in lust for you but I want you completely, I want to be yours. I- I want a future with you.” You mumbled the last part of your sentence. 

Joel cringed internally at your words; it made his heart swell at your kindness, your sincerity in wanting a future with him but he couldn’t help but cringe at the fact you would give everything up for him. He didn’t feel worthy of it. He felt like a complete screw up. 

“Peach,” his voice shook as you looked into his big, sad brown eyes. “You need your dad, he needs you, you know this. I can’t, I mean, I won’t let you throw that away on me.” He said sadly and slumped his back against the wall, creating some space between you both. 

“Joel,” you said sternly. “If my father can’t get over this, then that is on him. He should care more for my happiness than the awkwardness of the situation. I understand that it’s a difficult thing for him but on our one date we have been on, you treated me so much better than any guy my age. You’re a gentleman, you’ve been nothing short of that.” You finalised. 

“That’s sweet of you, baby girl. It is but, you need to be sure of this. It’ll get a whole lot more ugly before it gets better.” Joel sighed. 

You pinched at the bridge of your nose, closed your eyes and sighed frustratedly. “God, I just don’t understand why it effects him so much?! You’ve known me for years, you wouldn’t hurt me! Surely that’s better than some stupid fuck boy my age just looking for a quick fuck and chuck.” You grumbled and Joel couldn’t help but laugh. 

You shot a warning glare in his direction and he bit back another laugh. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He laughed and threw his hands up in surrender. “It’s just… You’re adorable when you’re grumpy. It’s not the time but, you’re just so cute.” He smiled. 

“Shut up.” You grumbled and rolled your eyes. “We need to get you cleaned up, I’m gonna text my boss and tell him I’m taking the day off. I’m a mess and I couldn’t think of anything worse than client calls today.” You stood from the floor and wiped your face with your hands. “Go get in the shower, I’ll grab a towel for you and bring it in.” You held your hand out for Joel to take, he took it gently and pulled himself to his feet. 

You didn’t release his hand, instead you reached up to cup the side of his face so you could place a chaste kiss to his lip, the faint metallic tang of blood lingered on your lips and you sighed softly. 

“Joel, for what it’s worth, I’m glad he found out about us. It’s taken the pressure off of it and now, we can work on winning him over.” You said softly and looked into his soft eyes, you could see the tiredness and sadness hiding in his deep irises. 

“I am too, peach. I’m sorry for how he shouted at you though, you don’t deserve that. Not now, not ever.” He concluded and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Come join me in the shower?” He asked with a boyish smile. 

“Give me five minutes to call my boss and I’ll be right there. Go warm the water up for me.” You smiled and pushed him towards the bathroom. 

That’s exactly what you did, you phoned your boss and explained you weren’t feeling great and needed the day off, thankfully, he didn’t ask too many questions and was pretty forgiving. Once that was taken care of, you grabbed a couple fresh towels from the laundry closet and headed to your bathroom; you smiled to yourself as you heard Joel hum lowly and saw steam spilling from the room. 

There he was, in all his rough perfection, all strong lines and a light frown settled into his features. He had his head tipped back into the hot stream of water and the hot water cascaded down his body like a river. Your breath caught in your throat slightly as you watched him and it hit you all at once, like a brick, you had such strong feelings for this man and finally, you were allowing yourself to feel them all at once. Your shoulder was leant up against the doorframe when Joel finally tilted his head back up and opened his eyes to see you watching him. 

“Didn’t realise you were such a peeping Tom, darlin’.” He huffed out a chuckle as he cleared the water from his face with his hands. 

“Just admiring you, s’all.” You smiled. “You’re pretty damned handsome, Joel Miller.” 

“And you,” he held a hand out to you, ushering you forward. “Peach, are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Your heart fluttered at his words and once again, a blush settled high in your cheeks. He had such a physical effect on you with his tender words. You took a step towards the bathtub and smiled at him. 

“Are you trying to have sex with me again, Miller?” You asked with a soft smirk. 

“Maybe. Maybe not.” He shrugged. “But get in here with me anyway.” Joel grinned before holding his nose when the pain rippled through his face. 

You undressed from your pyjamas and stepped into the bathtub with Joel, he made room for you and allowed you to have the direct stream of water to flow over you. You sighed happily as the hot water washed away all the tension in your body. 

You held onto Joel’s arm tightly as you went onto your tiptoes to inspect his face further, your delicate fingers held his chin as you rotated his head to get a full view of his features. 

“Do you think it’s broken? Do I need to take you to the ER?” You asked worriedly. 

Joel shook his head. “Nah, not broken or anything darlin’, just really fucking sore. I’ve broken my nose before and it was a lot worse. It’ll be fine.” He dismissed with a weak smile. 

“I’m sorry,” you sighed and stroked Joel’s arm. 

He shook his head at you, “Please stop apologisin’, wasn’t your fault.”

You reached behind you and grabbed the shampoo off of the shelf in your shower. “Let me wash your hair.” You smiled at him and began to lather the fruit-scented liquid into his salt and pepper hair. 

Joel hummed in appreciation and dipped his head down so you had better access; your finger nails gently scratched at his scalp and he let out a soft groan. You smiled as you washed Joel’s hair, it felt so domesticated and natural. 

“Got a few new grey hairs here.” You teased as you took the shower head and directed the stream of water to his head. 

“Do not!” He grumbled which caused you to laugh again. 

You finished washing his hair and Joel switched your positions so he could return the favour, his rough fingers massaged your scalp before he let his fingers drop lower to massage your tense neck and shoulders. Your back was turned to the older male as his fingers worked the tight knots in your muscles loose. You hummed as your body relaxed further and Joel dipped his head down to pepper soft kisses to your neck. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Joel whispered as he kissed your neck and shoulder; you could feel his body pressed to yours, his cock hardening with each kiss he pressed to your soft skin. 

“Shut up.” You giggled affectionately; Joel nipped at your skin in response which caused you to yelp quietly. 

“Manners.” He reminded you as his hands worked their way down your body. 

His hands landed on your breasts, he gave the flesh of them a testing squeeze and let his fingers tweak your nipples softly. 

“God, I want you just as bad as the first time.” He hummed into your neck, his fingers twisting the delicate buds of your hardening nipples. 

You made a soft noise of appreciation, your ass pressed against Joel harder and you wiggled your hips for him. Joel’s hands slid down your torso before sliding behind you to cup your ass, he spread your cheeks and gripped at the flesh tightly, you leant forward slightly to give the male more access. 

He made a guttural noise behind you and let his cock slide between your folds which cause you to let out a breathy moan. 

“How about I take your mind off this mornin’, fuck the stress right out of your little cunt.” Joel whispered, his gruff voice almost being drowned out by the water running. 

You nodded meekly, your stomach knotting with the anticipation of being filled by the older male once again; it felt like no matter how many times you had him, you were always left wanting more. He was intoxicating, worse than any drug out there and it left you hungrier than the last time. 

Joel let out a low, breathy chuckle and passed his cock through your slick folds again. “Please.” You whispered and pressed yourself back, catching the tip of his cock. 

“Okay, pretty girl. No teasin’, not today.” He laughed, taking his length and pressing it to your needy hole. He pushed his hips forward roughly and bottomed out, you gasped out loudly and your hands fell flat onto the tiled walls of your bathroom. Joel held your ass and gave the delicate skin a soft slap, the sound of your wet skin echoed in the room. 

Joel groaned out as he pulled his hips back and snapped them forward once again. “You feel like heaven, wanna stay inside of you forever.” He mumbled, building up a quick pace. 

You moaned into your arm as Joel’s cock worked its way in and out of you, your fingers flexed weakly as they searched for something to grip onto for support. 

“How ‘bout you touch yourself whilst I fuck you?” Joel asked, his voice oozing with just enough condescension to drive you crazy. 

You nodded and let one of your shaky arms drop down your stomach and you let your fingers find your throbbing clit. As soon as your nimble fingers made contact with your sensitive clit, you moaned and clenched around Joel which only seemed to egg him on further. You circled your clit in time with Joel’s thrusts and it didn’t take long for your stomach to bubble with your impending orgasm. 

“G-gonna cum.” You stated, your chest heaving with your heavy breaths. “Please, please let me cum.” You whimpered, knowing Joel loved it when you asked him for permission. 

“Mmm, atta girl. Such a good girl for asking. Cum on my cock before I drain my balls into your tight little hole.” He groaned.

It’s all the permission you needed; Joel’s filthy words lingered in your mind as the obscene sounds of your wet pussy and your bodies slapping together filled the room. Your walls fluttered around the older male, your toes curled and you tried your hardest to keep your balance as the water poured around you. You screwed your eyes shut as you came around the male, his name falling from your wet parted lips. Stars fluttered behind your closed eyelids as you rode out your high, Joel still fucked into you with vigour. 

“Fill me up, please.” You whined to Joel as you clenched around him, the aftershocks of your orgasm still thrumming through your body. 

Joel was there, chasing his high like a crazed man. He held your hips tightly and kept his thrusts deep and quick as he worked himself to his finish. It only took a matter of seconds before he roughly grabbed one of your breasts and finished deep inside of you. You gasped as you felt the hot liquid spurt in you, spilling around Joel’s thick cock as he fucked himself through it. He groaned deeply in your ear and kept your body close to his; he had pulled you up so you were standing upright and his face was buried deeply into your neck. His lips brushed over your ear and his hot breath fanned across your skin, you shuddered as Joel finally pulled himself from within you. You already felt his semen leaking from your spent hole and you whined at the sensation. 

“I’m a ruined woman, you’ve ruined me, Joel Miller.” You laughed dryly, to which Joel kissed the top of your head with a breathy chuckle. 

—

Once you were cleaned up, you and Joel found yourselves cuddled on your sofa; he had claimed his hoodie back and had slipped his boxers back on, it was a look you quite appreciated as it meant you could stare at his muscular legs. 

You had a blanket wrapped around you, your legs draped over Joel’s lap as you faced the male. “I feel like we should properly speak about this morning… Now that everything has calmed down a little and I’m not crying anymore.” You mumbled, breaking the comfortable quietness in the room. Your tv was on in the background but the volume was low, you were entirely sure what Joel had put on but his attention shifted as soon as you spoke. 

“Yeah, we probably should. I think maybe you should reach out to your old man.” Joel said quietly. 

You opened your mouth to protest and he raised an eyebrow at you, causing the words to quickly die in your mouth. 

“I know. I know you were about to say that he’s the one in the wrong and he needs apologise and yeah, he does, darlin’. He was a nasty piece of work this morning, with the way he spoke to you but you did have sex with me, like we said this morning… we knew we were crossing a line and we let it happen again afterwards.” Joel continued, you listened and nodded slightly. 

“I just… I don’t know what to say to him, I know it was a shock this morning but like, he was a dick!” You protested, dropping your head back onto the arm of your sofa in frustration. 

“I think we need to be a little more understanding, sweet girl. Could you imagine if you walked in on your dad and one of your close friends?” Joel asked. 

“Gross!” You exclaimed with a fake gag. “I guess you’re right though… do you think I should try calling him? I think he would be on his lunch break now?”

“I think it’s a good idea, I could leave and give you some space, if you like?” Joel asked and looked you, your head was still dropped back and he squeezed your leg gently. 

“No!” You called out and lifted your head, your eyes filled with panic. “Please stay, I want you here incase he shouts or something again… I’ll probably cry.” You stated bluntly. 

“As long as you’re sure, peach.” He said softly and stroked the bare skin of your legs. 

You reached over to your coffee table and slid your phone off the edge, you contemplated it for a while before you unlocked your device and pressed your dad’s name to call him. You put it on speakerphone and placed your phone on your chest, your fingers toyed with the blanket as the dial-tones filled the room. 

“Dad,” you started as soon as he picked up. “Hi.” You said weakly. 

“Y/N.” You dad stated. “Is he there with you still?” 

“No,” you lied pathetically before shaking your head at Joel. “I mean, yes. He is, sorry I don’t know why I lied, I panicked.”

“I’ll call you later once he is gone then. I don’t want anything do with that man ever again and you shouldn’t either. Disgusting.” You dad hissed into the receiver, his voice was dropped low and you were thankful he wasn’t throwing Joel’s name around carelessly. You could hear the tiredness in his voice as well, like he was forcing the anger out.

“Daddy, please.” You begged, you rarely ever called your dad that anymore but you were desperate, you felt like a child seeking acceptance and validation again. “Please talk to us. Talk to me. I’m sorry for what happened this morning.” You spoke, your voice cracked part way through your sentence and you cleared your throat.

“Please don’t get upset, princess.” Your dad said softly, and for the first time today, you could hear the love in his voice. “I’m sorry for how I shouted at you this morning, my anger was directed in the wrong place and I’m sorry for what I called you. I’m ashamed of how I acted towards you this morning.”

“And towards Joel.” You said quietly. “Dad, you said it was for the best his daughter isn’t around anymore. Regardless of how upset you were, that was a disgusting cheap shot and I still can’t believe you said it.” You sighed sadly, replaying the scene in your head over and over. 

“I — uh, you’re right. I shouldn’t have said that to him, I’ve been thinking ‘bout it all morning. Is he okay? Are you okay? I’m really sorry you saw me punch him like that as well, I just… I feel like I should have protected you more, I feel like this happened because I let Joel into our lives.” Your dad mumbled. He kept his voice hushed as he whispered the older male’s name. 

“Dad…” you sighed again. “Joel’s not a bad man, he’s one of the best guy’s I know. I was the one who instigated this whole thing. So if you’re gonna blame anyone, please, please blame me. Joel’s not done anything wrong. I’m an adult.”

“I know you and maybe that’s why I reacted the way I did, it’s just. You’re all I have left and it’s not an excuse but I feel like you don’t need me anymore.” Your dad admitted and you heard the wobble in his voice. 

“Please come over to Joel’s tonight, we can all sit down and talk about this properly?” You pleaded. 

“Fine. I’ll be round about 7pm, okay?” Your dad concluded. 

“I love you so much, dad. Thank you.” You whispered. 

“Love you too, sweet pea.” He said softly before the line cut off. 

You let out a deep huff and your head dropped against the arm of sofa again, tears pricked your eyes and you rubbed them roughly to stop the tears from falling. 

“Proud of you.” Joel stated, his fingers rubbing your skin soothingly. “You did so well, you were mature and kind. Perfect manners.” He praised, teasing you about your manners. 

You let out a small laugh, sitting up so you could look at Joel again. His eyes were tired and soft, his fingers continued to soothe you and you sighed contentedly. 

“God, I’m dreading tonight already.” You winced and Joel nodded in agreement. “Gonna have to keep your dirty hands off me, Miller.” You teased, jabbing your toes into his side to tickle him; he grabbed your feet and tickled the bottom of them causing you to let out a squeal. 

“Gonna have to keep your hands off me, more like. Dirty girl.” He teased, still tickling you. 

— 

Joel and you spent the majority of your afternoon on your sofa, watching TV and cuddling up to have a couple of naps. You had got dressed into jeans and a comfy knitted jumper, Joel had pulled his clothes on from the previous night. 

“Stay with me tonight, once your dad is gone? Bring some clothes and stay with me?” Joel asked quietly, feeling nervous to ask you, for some reason. 

“Thought you’d never ask.” You teased with a grin before you grabbed your overnight bag and stuffed your essentials inside of it.

Joel drove you both over to his house, it was around 6pm and you felt your stomach flip with anxiety with every minute that passed. You drew the curtains in the living room, lit the fireplace and even lit a couple of candles that were scattered in the living room. They made you smile as the warm glow flicked in front of you; you had bought these for Joel for Christmas last year, you insisted he needed a feminine touch to his house, especially if he was ‘ever going to get a girlfriend’. You had always felt to bitterly anytime your father brought up that Joel should ‘get back out there and find someone’; looking back on it now, it made you laugh. If only you could have seen what was coming right round the corner for you both. 

“I think we should order Chinese.” Joel stated from the doorway of the living room, causing you to jump slightly. 

“Oh uh, yeah. Sounds good. Dad’s favourite, good tactic, Miller.” You smiled as you wandered over to where Joel was stood. 

“What were you doing in here?” Joel asked suspiciously. 

“Nothin’, just admiring those nice candles.” You teased and wrapped your arms around Joel’s waist so you were hugging his frame. 

“Oh yeah?” Joel asked, smirking. “Some girl got me them saying I needed a feminine touch in my house, or somethin’ like that.” He teased, wrapping his arms around your neck so he could hold you close. 

You hit his side affectionately and rolled your eyes at him, you leant back so you could see his features and he ducked his head down to catch your lips in a kiss. His hand immediately found your cheek, he cupped it tenderly as his lips moved against yours. You smiled into the kiss and swiped your tongue across Joel’s bottom lip silently asking for permission to deepen it. Joel obliged happily, allowing you access to explore his mouth further and he hummed in appreciation as your tongue met his own. You could taste mint on his hot breath as you kissed and you couldn’t stop the quiet moan that escaped your mouth as you kissed. It was a tender moment, his hand held you so softly as you kissed him deeply. 

Finally, you pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath momentarily and his kissed your lips softly once more. 

“You can’t be doing that to me, not when your dad could arrive any moment. We are trying to win him over, I don’t think he’ll be best pleased if he arrived and saw you with your tongue down my throat and my cock hard in my jeans, will he?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. 

You giggled and shrugged at Joel. “Not my problem if you get hard from me kissing you. Sounds like a you problem, Mr Miller.” You teased and kissed his cheek before leaving the room. 

Joel slapped your ass teasingly as you walked away and you yelped at him, pushing his hand away. You climbed onto one of the stools at his kitchen island and picked up your phone to look at the time. It was 6:40pm and you knew your dad would be arriving imminently. You absently chewed on the side of your thumb and scrolled through your phone to try and distract yourself momentarily. 

“It’ll be fine, peach.” Joel said soothingly, he kissed the top of your head. “I’m gonna have a quick smoke before he arrives.”

“It’ll be fine, Joel.” You mimicked, knowing the man only really smoked when he was drunk, stressed or nervous. 

“Shut up.” He laughed affectionately and grabbed his packet of smokes from near his kitchen door; he let himself out and lit one of his cigarettes. 

You looked at him and you couldn’t help but think back to the morning after it first happened, when you walked down and saw him in nearly the same position then. It was less than a week ago but it felt like a lifetime ago now, it felt as if so much had happened since then. 

You went back to your phone, you opened the camera roll and looked through the images you had taken with Joel last night; you giggled as you scrolled through the stupid faces you pulled. You thumb lingered over the screen as you stared at the image in front of you; it was the one where Joel was kissing your head, your eyes were closed peacefully and you saw the perfect side profile of the older man. It was an image of a seemingly normal couple, you almost didn’t recognise it. Your thumb hovered momentarily over the options before you pressed your screen a couple of times more to set the image as your wallpaper. You locked your phone and touched the screen to see the image illuminated there for you and you grinned at it. 

You were pulled from your phone as the back door, where Joel was, slid open and he stepped inside. He was about to ask if your dad had arrived yet but his words were cut short by the doorbell ringing through the house. You jumped down from the stool, smoothed your jumper and gave a shaky sigh to try and calm yourself. Joel held his hand out for you to take; which you did gratefully and he caught your lips for a quick kiss, just one last stolen moment of bliss before your dad broke it. 

Joel wrapped his arm around your waist protectively as you walked to the front door, he gave you a small squeeze as you opened it and saw your dad stood awkwardly, a pack of beer under one arm and a large bunch of flowers in his other hand. You knew he felt awful for this morning, part of you was glad he recognised his awful behaviour and the other part of you felt guilty for his guilt. 

“For you, sweet pea.” He said softly, pushing the bouquet into your direction you. You smelled the flowers and smiled at your dad, the bouquet contained different wildflowers and he had even made sure there were sweet peas throughout, as it was how he always addressed you. “And uh; Joel, these are for you. They’re the ones we always share.” Your dad said quietly, holding the beers out for him to take. 

Joel took them, ushered your dad inside and smiled at him. “Thank you, bud. Truly.”

“Come on through to the kitchen, dad. I’ll put these in a vase and I’ll get you both a drink.” You said sweetly, kissing your dad’s cheek before going through to the kitchen. 

You looked through Joel’s cupboards frustratedly, looking for anything resembling a vase. 

“You’re not gonna find one, peach. Do I look like the sorta guy that has flowers hanging around?” Joel laughed and you rolled your eyes. 

“Of course you don’t have a fuckin’ vase. A vase, something so simple.” You muttered, settling for a large glass and filling it with water so you could at least keep the flowers hydrated. “Gonna start buying you flowers so you have to get a vase.” You teased, sticking your tongue out at Joel. 

Your dad cleared his throat, feeling awkward as he stood by the kitchen island and you shot him an apologetic look. 

“Beers?” You asked enthusiastically as you tried to clear the air. 

“Beers.” The two men concluded at the same time which caused you to laugh. 

You fetched everyone a drink before you put the remaining beers back into the fridge for your dad and Joel to enjoy. 

“Cheers,” you announced. “To family and friendship.” You offered up, tilting your bottle towards your dad. 

“To love.” Your dad concluded and clinked his bottle to yours before gently tapping Joel’s too. 

“Joel, shall I order some food? Do you maybe wanna go through the living room with dad?” You encouraged to which Joel nodded. “Gonna order Chinese, old man, so I hope you brought your appetite.”

“Sounds perfect, thank you, sweet pea.” Your dad smiled weakly as he followed Joel out of the room. 

Joel sat himself down on his couch and motioned for your dad to take a seat, he did so in the arm chair across from the male. 

“I’m sorry.” They both spoke at the same time, your dad waved a hand in front of his face dismissively and shook his head. “No, Joel, I’m sorry. Y/N is an adult, I just didn’t want to admit that she may not need me anymore. What I said was out of order —“

Joel went to interrupt and your dad gave him a look that told him otherwise. “I was out of order, I shouldn’t have brought up Sarah. It wasn’t fair and it definitely wasn’t nice. I just — I hated the thought of you, of you touching my little girl. I just. It made me feel ill.” Your dad continued, pausing to take a swig of his drink with a grimace. “But it’s not just you… it’s the thought of anyone with my little girl that makes me feel ill, I just need to remember she’s an adult and well, at least she’s with someone I know and trust. Because I do, Joel, I still trust you; only now, I trust that you won’t hurt my girl.” He spoke, his voice was soft but stern. 

Joel nodded, his fingers toyed with the label of his beer bottle and he stared at it intently. “Bud, I wouldn’t hurt her. Not even for a second. And I’m sorry, I am for the way this has gone. I know I’m a lot older than her, and I know I’m your friend and I crossed a line there… I care so much about her, I’m truly lucky she wants to give an old guy like me a chance. I’m sorry.” He all but whispered, his voice shaking with nerves. 

“I know you are.” Your dad offered up, giving his knee a friendly pat. “I don’t love the idea of your relationship, and I would appreciate if you didn’t flaunt it in front of me, at least not whilst I adjust to it but I know you’re sorry, and I forgive you. I uh — I didn’t mean what I said about work this morning, you’re not fired. I couldn’t run this shit without you.” Your dad laughed dryly. “Take the rest of the week off, come back next Monday, once we have both had a bit of time to digest everything.”

“Thank you.” Joel breathed, relief flooding his body as he finally felt his muscles relax into the sofa. “Thank you so much, and for what it’s worth, peach is real’ sorry for how this all happened. I know she’s said it herself but she feels awful, much like I do.”

“I know. It’s messy but we will all get over it in time. Come here.” Your dad said, placing his beer bottle down and standing to bring Joel in for a hug; his hands patted Joel’s back as he held him there. “Sarah was the luckiest girl to have a dad like you, I know it. And my sweet pear will be lucky to have you as her partner, also.” Your dad forced the last part of his sentence out, the words didn’t flow with ease but he did mean them, somewhat. 

The rest of the evening was pleasant, you all sat around eating Chinese and listening to music; much like how your Friday evenings went. The tension had all but dissipated once you all sat down to eat and talk things through. 

It was late, you had placed your head into Joel’s lap and drifted off to sleep; your belly full of Chinese food and a low buzz of alcohol thrummed through your body. You were content and safe. 

Joel stroked through your hair with his fingers, his eyes so soft as he looked at you with adoration, your lashes splayed across your soft cheeks and he held your hand with his free one. 

“I’ll leave you guys to it.” Your dad announced, a little awkward. Joel was about to get up, to wake you up to say bye but your dad shook his head. “Let her sleep, I’ll send her a message tomorrow morning. Thank you for tonight, truly. I’m sorry for this morning. You’re a good guy, Joel Miller.” Your dad whispered, he patted Joel’s shoulder and Joel closed his eyes at your dad’s kind words of acceptance. He didn’t feel like a good guy, especially not after this morning but he was so thankful for your dad’s apology. 

Your dad left the house quietly and Joel looked down at the perfect sight of your snoozing in his lap. He gently pried you off to stand before he leant down to lift your sleeping body off of the sofa. He was gentle with you, being mindful to hold your body close as he walked you through the doorway to go upstairs.

“Hmm?” You hummed at the disturbance, your eyes barely fluttering open. 

“Taking you up to bed, sweet girl. Your dad just left, he’ll message you in the mornin’ he said.” Joel whispered, trying to keep you from waking up fully. 

“Oh.” You yawned before nuzzling your face into Joel’s neck, searching for warmth. “Hmm. I love you.” You mumbled incoherently, not really registering what had been said. 

Joel paused for a second, taking in your words, he bit back a smile and kissed your head. “My sweet girl, love you more.” He chuckled lowly, you made a small noise in your sleep and with that Joel laid you down on his bed. 

He took your jeans off of you and your jumper before redressing you in the pyjamas you had brought over. He stripped himself down to his boxers and climbed into the space next to you; he brought your sleeping frame closer and held you tightly as he let his own slumber pull him in. 

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The Legend~

Childe x Fem!Reader x Aether (Angst)

Here is part three my lovelies! For the other parts, here is my masterlist! Sorry for the long wait! I promise to upload more now that Im back in the country! I hope you enjoy! <3333

As the weeks drifted by, Aether's recovery showed promising signs of progress. Each day felt like a step closer to his full strength returning. Today was no exception. I woke up with the sun, quietly slipping off the couch to fetch a refreshing drink.

Orange juice in hand, I stood by the living room window, watching as the first rays of morning light painted the sky. It was a serene sight, one that offered a moment of calm amidst the chaos of recent events.

A soft groan broke the silence, drawing my attention. It was Aether. Concerned, I made my way to his—well, my room, intent on checking up on him. Knocking gently, I received no response. Opening the door with caution, I found him fast asleep, Paimon nestled on his chest in a heartwarming embrace.

Approaching them quietly, I reached out to adjust his position, hoping to make him more comfortable. However, my efforts startled him awake, and he instinctively grabbed my wrist, his grip tighter than intended. I winced, feeling the sting of pain shoot through my arm.

"S-Sorry!" Aether's voice was filled with genuine concern as he released me, his eyes reflecting remorse.

I rubbed my wrist, offering a reassuring smile. "It's okay. I should've been more careful."

Concern etched on his face, Aether reached out to inspect my wrist, but I waved him off with a light-hearted quip. His smile in response eased the tension in the room. As he attempted to rise from the bed, I gently restrained him.

"Easy there," I cautioned, placing my hands on his chest to prevent any sudden movements. "You need to take it easy. The last thing we want is for your recovery to be set back."

Nodding in understanding, Aether reluctantly admitted his need for water, though his discomfort was evident. “Yeah, I just… need to get some water,” he murmured, attempting to rise again, only to be gently stopped by my hands on his chest.

“No. I’ve already told you not to move too much. Here, lay back down. I’ll go get you some water,” I insisted, guiding him back to the bed with a gentle push, mindful of his injury.

Quickly retrieving a glass of water from the kitchen, I returned to find him grateful and visibly thirsty, his relief obvious as he gulped down the refreshment, his parched throat finally quenched.

“Thank you. I really needed that.” He said with thanks. When I wasn’t looking, he tried to move.

“Well, I’m gonna need to get goi-” but before he could finish, I placed my hand on his chest, looking him dead in the eyes.

“Aether, how many times am I going to tell you that you cannot move?” I interrupted firmly, my concern evident in my tone, hoping he’d finally heed my advice.

“But-”

“No buts,” I interjected again, my voice softening with urgency. “You will stay here until you are completely healed. I wouldn’t be able to sleep properly knowing that you could be out somewhere in danger. Please, just stay here for a little while until I can confirm you are better. One more day is all I ask,” I pleaded, my gaze locking with his, imploring him to understand.

”Look, your scar is already starting to tear again. If you keep moving, it will just get worse.” I add

He sighed, recognizing the sincerity in my words, and nodded. “Okay, okay. I guess you’re right. I’ll stay,” he finished, though his restless energy remained visible.

“Good. Now rest up. Breakfast will be ready soon,” I said, offering a reassuring smile before leaving the room, hopeful that he would heed my advice and allow himself the time he needed to heal.

—

You decided to go with something easy, but delicious for breakfast. Opening the fridge door, you searched for some eggs, bacon, and sausage. Once you found everything you needed, you set to work with a sense of purpose.

You began by cracking the eggs into a bowl, whisking them until they were well-beaten and slightly frothy. You then poured the mixture into a preheated, unglazed frying pan, allowing it to cook slowly. Meanwhile, you placed the bacon and sausage into a separate pan, the sound of the sizzling meat filling the kitchen. The aroma was absolutely mouthwatering, filling the air with a savory scent that made your stomach rumble in anticipation. Softly, you hummed a tune while you cooked, enjoying the peaceful morning routine.

"Good morning, dear," you heard Eleanor's voice break the silence.

Turning, you saw her smiling down at you, her presence a comforting start to the day. "Good morning! You are very nicely dressed today… what’s the occasion?" you asked, noting her gorgeous long white dress and her large black hat.

"Oh, no reason," she replied with a nonchalant wave of her hand. "I just thought I’d head out a bit early today and go downtown again."

A smirk crept across your face as you stopped what you were doing and turned to face her. "You’re going to see 'him' again, aren’t you~" you teased, causing her to blush and turn away.

"So what if I am? Do you have a problem with it?" she retorted, though the playful glint in her eyes betrayed her amusement.

"Not at all… just find it funny you’re trying to sneak out to see Luka like some lovesick teenagers," you said, chuckling.

Eleanor rolled her eyes playfully and made her way to the door. "I’ll be back in an hour or two. Try not to destroy anything while I’m gone," she said over her shoulder.

"You know, our roles should be switched right now!" you spoke, earning a chuckle in response.

With a smile still on your face, you turned back to your cooking, the morning light streaming through the window and casting a warm glow over the kitchen. Eleanor lingered at the door for a moment longer. "By the way, did you need anything from downtown? I'm happy to pick up a few things while I'm out."

You glanced over at her, thinking for a moment. "Actually, could you grab some fresh herbs if you see any? We’re running low on basil and parsley."

"Sure thing," she replied with a nod. "Anything else?"

"No, I think that’s it. Thanks, Eleanor," you said, appreciating her thoughtfulness.

Just as she was about to leave, Eleanor turned back one more time. "You know, if you ever want to join me, you're always welcome. It could be fun exploring downtown together."

You considered the idea, frowning at the thought. It had been forever since you actually stepped foot in any town. You remember how happy you used to get when you went shopping. But the reason for that happiness was because it was Childe who went with you. Sometimes he would be the one dragging you to the town just to spend time with you…but now that was all over. "Maybe next time, Eleanor." I spoke with a tint of sadness.

She smiled apologetically at you, nodding.

“I understand, my dear. When you're ready.” she said with a small smile before finally stepping out the door.

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A good 20 minutes passed, and everything was ready. You carefully plated the food, arranging it artfully on the plates before bringing it over to both Paimon and Aether. Gently, you woke them up, watching as their eyes opened and they were greeted with the sight of a delicious breakfast.

“So… how is it?” you asked, anticipation evident in your voice, as the two eagerly dug into their meals.

“It’s… so… mmm… dewicious!” Paimon exclaimed, her mouth full of food, a look of sheer delight on her face.

“Yeah… it’s been a while since I’ve had food this good,” Aether added, his eyes lighting up with appreciation, making you smile with satisfaction.

“Well, it’s certainly no Gordon Ramsay food, but I’m glad you like it,” you said, giggling a bit at the compliment, feeling a warm sense of pride.

“Gordon who now?” Paimon asked, tilting her head in confusion, clearly unfamiliar with the famous chef.

“Ah… nothing. Forget I said anything,” you replied, waving it off with a chuckle, making her shrug and continue eating without another thought.

“Say… where’s your food, Y/N?” Paimon asked suddenly, looking up at you with concern in her wide eyes.

“Oh, I only made enough for you two,” you said, making both of them stop and look up at you in surprise, their expressions filled with guilt.

“What!?” they both exclaimed in unison, their voices tinged with a mix of shock and remorse.

“Oh, don’t worry! I’m going to go make some more… just not right now. I’m not very hungry,” you reassured them with a smile, gently pushing them to go back to eating, not wanting them to feel bad.

“Are you sure?” Aether asked, his brow furrowing with concern. “We can share this if you want. There’s plenty.”

“Really, it’s fine,” you insisted, giving him a reassuring nod. “I enjoy cooking for you two. It’s not a big deal.”

“Okay, but promise me you’ll eat something later,” Aether said, his eyes earnest and full of worry for you.

“I promise,” you replied, feeling touched by his concern, appreciating the care they both showed.

Hesitant, they looked at each other before slowly returning to their meals, savoring every bite of the food you had prepared. Watching them enjoy what you made brought you a sense of fulfillment and happiness, the sight of their satisfied smiles making it all worthwhile.

As they ate, Paimon looked up at you with curiosity sparkling in her eyes. “Hey, Y/N, do you cook like this every day?”

“Not every day,” you admitted with a smile. “But I do enjoy cooking when I have the time. It’s a great way to relax and unwind.”

“Relax?” Paimon asked, her eyes widening in surprise. “I’d be stressed out trying to make sure nothing burns!”

You laughed at her reaction. “It takes some practice, but once you get the hang of it, it can be really therapeutic. It’s like a form of meditation.”

Aether nodded in agreement, a thoughtful look on his face.

“It also helps to have good company,” you said, smiling at them both. “It makes the whole process a lot more enjoyable when you’re cooking for people you care about.”

Once they finished, you collected their plates and brought them to the sink. You quickly washed them, setting them on a cloth to dry. After that, you grabbed some items to help change Aether’s bandage, ensuring it didn’t get infected and that he remained comfortable.

You walked back into the room, seeing Aether and Paimon engaged in a light-hearted conversation, their laughter filling the space. “Sorry, I don’t mean to intrude. I-“ I started but was quickly cut off by Aether.

“Oh no, you’re not intruding at all! Please come in.” Aether said immediately, his focus shifting to you, a warm smile on his face.

“Oh, good.” you replied, feeling a bit more at ease with his reassurance.

You walked up to Aether, slowly helping him to sit up so you could take a look at his bandage. As you lifted his shirt, you noticed the reddened hue seeping through the white material. While it definitely wasn’t as bad as the first day, it still needed tending to.

“I’m just going to change your bandage and check your wound. Is that okay?” you asked, looking into his eyes for confirmation.

He nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Of course. Thank you, Y/N.”

Gently, you began to remove the old bandage, your fingers moving with delicate precision to avoid causing him any discomfort. As you peeled away the last of the bandage, you saw that the gash was already closed. All that was left was a scar that was still trying to close all the way. A smile made its way to your face as you observed the signs of healing.

“Well, it looks like you’ll be up and out of here in no time, guys. One more day should do it,” you said, reaching for a new bandage and some disinfectant. You got to work, applying the disinfectant carefully before wrapping the fresh bandage around his abdomen with practiced ease.

As you worked, Aether couldn’t help but admire you. The way you moved, your concentration, the gentle touch of your hands—it all captivated him. He blushed, feeling his heart race as he realized just how beautiful you were. Your presence was calming yet electrifying, making it hard for him to look away.

He looked away, trying to distract himself from the thoughts racing through his mind. You two had just met, after all. Calm down, Aether, he tried to tell himself, but it was no use. He was drawn to you in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

As you carefully changed his bandage, Paimon watched curiously, her eyes following your every move. “You know, Y/N, you’re really good at this. Have you done it before?” she asked, genuine curiosity in her voice.

You smiled at her question, feeling a bit proud. “I’ve had some practice here and there. Just a few first aid classes and some experience from taking care of friends. It’s always good to know how to handle these things.”

After a few more swift motions, I clipped the bandage together and smiled.

“Alright! You’re all good now,” you said to Aether, your voice breaking through his thoughts. You smiled up at him, your eyes shining with warmth and care.

He smiled softly back at you, his gratitude evident. “Thank you, Y/N. I really appreciate all your help.”

“Now, you must rest for the rest of the day. I better not see you out until I say so,” you said, your tone firm but kind, making him nod obediently.

“I won’t. You can trust me,” he replied, his voice full of sincerity.

“Good.” I said, clasping my hands together.

“Now, while you are resting, I’m going to head outside and practice my form a bit,” you said, heading towards the door.

“Wait.” Aether blurted out, making you stop in your tracks.

You turned to him with a look of concern. “Is everything okay?”

He wanted to ask you so many questions—about how you were able to wield more than one element, how you managed to find yourself all the way out here, but most importantly…why you looked so familiar. But alas, he found himself at a loss for words, unsure of how to begin.

“Aether?”

“Uh… I just… I wanted to say… thank you. For all of your help,” he finally managed to say, his voice faltering. You smiled warmly, your heart melting at his sincerity.

“No problem. Now, get some rest. If you need anything, have Paimon let me know. I’ll just be outside,” you said, leaving right after.

Aether stared at the door long after you left, wishing he had just asked you his burning questions. “What’s wrong, Aether?” Paimon asked, noticing his troubled expression.

“Y/N… there’s something familiar about her… but I just can’t put my finger on it. I swear I’ve seen her somewhere before,” he said, frowning in thought, his mind racing with possibilities.

“Hmm… that’s weird. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her before,” Paimon replied, pondering his words, her brow furrowing in concentration.

“That’s because you don’t pay attention half of the time,” Aether smirked, trying to lighten the mood and distract himself from his thoughts.

“Heyyyy! I do too pay attention!” Paimon retorted, puffing her cheeks in indignation.

“Do not.”

“Do too—hmpf!” Paimon’s retort was cut short as Aether placed his hand over her mouth, telling her to shush as he saw you outside the window.

He watched as you practiced fighting a few punching bags outside. The way you moved was mesmerizing. Each kick and punch was delivered with such precision and power, yet there was an elegance to your movements that made it look like a dance. The way your leg swung out ever so gracefully, yet so forcefully, knocking the bag off the chain, left him in awe.

As he continued to watch, he couldn’t help but be captivated by your strength and grace. There was something undeniably fascinating about you, something that made him want to learn more, to understand the mystery that surrounded you. Aether’s curiosity was piqued, and he knew that this encounter was only the beginning of something much deeper.

Paimon, noticing Aether’s intense focus, whispered, “Aether, you’re staring.”

Aether snapped out of his trance, blushing slightly. “I just… she’s really amazing, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, she is,” Paimon agreed. “But you know, if you keep staring like that, she’s going to notice.”

“I know, I just can’t help it. There’s something about her that’s so…amazing,” Aether said,

There were still three punching bags left standing. After relentlessly pummeling one of them, adding in the occasional powerful kick, you took a step back to catch your breath. Seizing the moment, you spun on the ball of your foot with fluid grace. Aether’s eyes widened as he watched your right hand rise during the spin, an icy blue aura forming around your fingers. In a split second, six razor-sharp icicles shot from your hand, piercing through each of the bags with precision. The icicles emitted a light blue smoke as the frigid coldness mixed with the ambient heat, creating a mesmerizing and surreal effect.

A good hour passed as you continued to practice, pushing your limits. Aether couldn’t look away, his gaze filled with pure curiosity and amazement. He watched you effortlessly wield various elements to obliterate the punching bags. Not only were you adept at elemental magic, but your swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat skills were equally impressive. You moved with the precision of a seasoned warrior, each strike calculated and deadly. Aether marveled at your prowess and couldn’t help but wonder what path led you to become so formidable and how you acquired such extraordinary abilities.

“She sure is powerful… maybe she can come with us! I’m sure she would love to help find your sister! And she would make it ten times easier to fight other enemies as well,” Paimon suggested enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Aether considered the idea, his mind racing. It wasn’t a bad suggestion at all. Your combat skills were evident, and having you along could potentially turn the tide in their quest. “I don’t know. She seems like she likes it here. She probably wouldn’t like the thought of leaving,” Aether replied, his tone thoughtful and hesitant.

“Who wouldn’t like the idea of leaving?”

Both Aether and Paimon turned towards the door, seeing you standing there, sweat glistening on your skin as it slowly dripped down your body. Your eyes held a mixture of curiosity and amusement as you looked at them.

Aether stuttered, a blush forming on his face as he was caught off guard by your sudden appearance. “I-oh-we-no-Paimon—“

“You. We were just talking about asking you to join us on our adventure!” Paimon interrupted, her enthusiasm cutting through Aether’s fumbling explanation.

Your eyes softened at the suggestion. “I wish I could… but I don’t think I am ready,” you replied, a hint of regret in your voice.

Aether looked up at you, his expression earnest and encouraging. “Of course you’re ready! I saw how you fight! You were amazing!” he said, his face flushing with warmth and admiration.

“I-Oh… thank you. I didn’t know you could see me,” you said, a small, appreciative smile spreading across your face.

Aether stepped back, feeling a bit embarrassed by his outburst. “S-Sorry. I didn’t mean to watch… you were just… sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize. I don’t mind, really. I take it as a compliment, actually. It’s nice to hear that all my training isn’t going to waste,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood and ease his embarrassment.

“Well… the offer’s still there. Just think about it and let me know your answer when you’re ready,” Aether said kindly, his sincerity clear.

“Of course. I appreciate that,” you replied, nodding gratefully. For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other, a strange but pleasant feeling growing in both your chests. Paimon noticed and smiled cheekily at the unspoken tension.

Neither you nor Aether could quite understand why you felt this way around each other. Every interaction left you both feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement, a curious blend of emotions that neither of you had fully grasped. It was a question that had lingered in both your minds for the past week, an enigma that only time could unravel.

“Well,” you cleared your throat, breaking the silence. “I should probably get back to my training… and cleaning. I didn’t realize how much of a mess I made out there,” you said with a tired yet amused expression.

“We can help you if you’d like,” Aether blurted out, his eagerness evident. You turned and smiled at him, genuinely touched by his offer.

“That would be nice… but like I said—” You stopped mid-sentence. It would be nice to have him and Paimon help you, and you wouldn’t have Aether doing any heavy lifting—just picking up some small things here and there. You turned to the mess outside, then back at them, seeing both of them eager to help in any way.

You smiled, letting out a small giggle. “You know what? Sure. Why not? It’s not like you’ll be breaking your back out there,” you said, making both of them smile.

Aether jumped out of bed, but you stopped him. “None of that, though. Or else I’ll change my mind,” you teased, making him nod. He jumped back into bed and then nicely got out, making you roll your eyes.

“Is this better?” he teased back.

You chuckled. “Much better,” you said, turning on your heel. “Come on! These piles of debris aren’t going to clean themselves,” you said as you walked outside.

Aether turned towards Paimon, only to be met with her grinning at him like a Cheshire Cat. “What?” he asked.

“You loooooove her,” she teased, making Aether roll his eyes.

“Whatever, Paimon. She is just a really nice girl… and I am trying to help pay her back for her kind doings. Besides, I bet you can’t even define the word love, let alone spell it,” he said as he walked away from her.

“Hey! I can too!” she flew past him.

You led them outside, and together, you began tidying up the training area. As you worked, you couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly the three of you fell into a rhythm. Aether’s focus and determination were admirable, and Paimon’s cheerful chatter kept the mood light and enjoyable.

–

A few minutes had passed, and Aether, Paimon, and you had just finished putting everything back in its rightful place. The training area now looked pristine, a testament to your combined efforts. Feeling a sense of accomplishment, you all walked towards a nearby pond to relax and dip your feet into it. The cool water provided a soothing contrast to the warmth of the day.

“Thanks for helping me. I really appreciate it,” you said, breaking the comfortable silence. Both Aether and Paimon turned to you, smiles on their faces.

“No problem. It’s the least we could do,” Aether replied, his eyes reflecting his genuine gratitude for being part of the team.

You three sat in companionable silence, the sound of the tall grass rustling in the breeze and the gentle lapping of the water against the shore filling the air. It was a peaceful moment, one that you all cherished after the hard work.

Suddenly, Paimon broke the silence. “Hey Y/N?”

You turned to her, humming in response. “Yes, Paimon?”

“How did you manage to learn more than one element?” she asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

A small smile rose to your face as you reminisced. “Ah, well… A few years ago, I hit a low point in my life. Some…personal things happened between me and someone else. Let’s just say it didn’t end up well. I was so lost because I lost someone who meant the world to me. I barely left my house because of it. It silly now that I think about it.” I started, seeing Aether’s concerned face.

“Don’t worry, Im all good now!” I said, sending a reassuring smile his way.

”Anyways, it was a typical day where I just stayed put and out of nowhere, I received a letter from a kind lady. She wanted to meet me just outside my home city. At first, I was hesitant to go… but I had already hit such a low point that I realized there wasn’t much left to lose. So, I went and saw her.”

“Lady Eleanor?” Paimon asked, making you nod.

“She taught me everything I know now. Because of her, I was able to obtain these visions and improve on my combat skills. Of course, I still have a lot to learn.” you explained, your voice filled with gratitude and determination.

“Like what?” Aether asked, his curiosity piqued.

“Well, I still need to learn how to use the Electro vision, and I still need to practice the Hydro element. Sometimes, I lose control, and I need to maintain control over each element at all times to be truly successful,” you said, your tone reflecting your dedication.

“That sounds amazing… but why are you trying to master all seven elements? Are you trying to defeat someone?” Paimon asked, her question making you pause. Should you tell them? Would they even believe you?

“Oh… uh… you see…” you hesitated, the uncertainty clear in your voice.

“You don’t need to tell us if you don’t feel comfortable,” Aether interrupted, noticing your nervousness. His voice was gentle, reassuring.

You smiled at him, appreciating his understanding. “I think I do feel comfortable… it’s just that I don’t think you’ll believe me if I told you.”

“Try us,” Aether encouraged, his tone earnest. He genuinely wanted to understand.

You sighed softly, gathering your thoughts. “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” you said, making them wait in anticipation.

“A long, long time ago… a man who went by the name Atlas managed to learn and master one of the rarest elements of all time…” you started, your voice taking on a storytelling quality as you delved into the tale.

Aether and Paimon leaned in, listening intently. After you explained the full story to them, Aether smiled at you.

“And you… you want to follow in his footsteps?” Paimon asked, her voice filled with awe.

You nodded. “Yes. I believe that mastering all seven elements will allow me to bring balance and peace to the world, just as Atlas intended. But it’s a long and difficult journey, one that requires immense dedication and sacrifice.”

Aether and Paimon exchanged a glance, their expressions a mix of admiration and determination. “We believe you, Y/N. And we’ll support you in any way we can,” Aether said, his voice steady and sincere.

“Absolutely! You can count on us!” Paimon added, her enthusiasm infectious.

“So…do you happen to know just who the holder of this dark element is?” Paimon asked

I sighed, looking towards the water..

”No, not yet. I haven’t left this place during my training, so I haven’t gotten to see who my target is. Even Eleanor doesn’t know who it is.”

”Im sure you will find them. And once you do, we will be right with you to help in case you need it.” Aether said, trying to offer some support.

“Plus, we can tell our other friends in Mondstadt about you, too! Im sure they’d love to help out as we-“

”No!” I blurted out, causing both of them to tense up

”Im-Im sorry. It’s just that…I’m not on the best of terms with anyone living there right now.” I said with a hint of uneasiness.

”What happened?” Aether asked

”It’s…a long story. But remember when I said there was a certain someone who I thought of as my world?” I asked, making them both nod.

”Let’s just say he was an old friend. Well, he was more than a friend to me. But turns out he was just a stupid boy who was ready to toss me away the moment he met his dream girl. Him and I got into an argument when I confronted him about it, and it went downhill from there. It’s like I didn’t even recognize who he was.” I started, looking out into the distance as the memory unfolded.

”From then on, everyone else sided with him and the girl. They treated me like I was trash, and nothing more. Well, everyone except for…oh shit.” I said, my eyes widening with sudden realization.

”Whats wrong?” Aether asked

”I haven’t written back to her! Dammit, it must have been at least a month since I’ve said anything to her! She’s probably worried sick.” I said, jumping up to go grab a pen and paper.

”She? Who’s she? A sister perhaps?” Paimon asked.

”Pretty much. Im talking about Jean. Oh, she going to have my head because of this. No wonder I haven’t gotten any letters back from her yet.

“Jean? As in Jean Gunnhildr?” Aether asked, making you turn your head around.

“Yes! Do you know her?” I asked.

”Y-yeah, but-“

“How is she? Is she okay? How is her training going?” I asked, thankful to have met someone who knew Jeans whereabouts.

“Y/n…you might want to sit down for this.” Aether said, trying to calm me down. When I noticed the look in his eyes, my anxiety began to grow.

“Why? Is she okay?”

”Something happened to her.”

”W-What do you mean? What happened to her! Is she alright?”

“Just let me explain.” He said calmly, placing his hands on mine.

“About a year ago, we met Jean. We constantly worked together, finishing commissions that needed to be done. However, a sudden influx of creatures started sneaking into the city. It was becoming chaotic and dangerous for anyone to live there. Jean and I helped fight them off….but-“

”But what.” I asked, my throat starting to tighten.

“You know how Jean always takes the first step. She was always at the forefront of the battles, always pushing herself to protect everyone. But during that brutal fight, she got seriously injured. She was taken to the city’s hospital, and although she recovered physically, something changed. She became more withdrawn, and there were rumors that she was struggling with something darker… something more than just physical wounds.”

I stayed silent, my stomach twisting each word he spoke.

”And one day, she just…vanished. Without a single trace. We tried looking for her, but we couldn’t find anything.”

I felt tears start to pool in my eyes, my throat tightening as I heard what had happened.

”I went to go out and look for her, Paimon of course tagging along…but we were ambushed by that large group of creatures…and that’s when you found us.” He said, rubbing your arm with reassurance.

“But don’t worry! After tonight, Paimon and I are going to leave and we promise to save her and the rest ” He said sadly, looking away from you.

A few minutes of tense silence passed as you processed everything Aether had told you. Your hands clenched into tight fists, your knuckles turning white with the intensity of your emotions. How had you not seen it coming? Guilt and anger surged within you, driving an overwhelming desire to take action and save her. Jean had always been there for you, standing by your side when no one else did.

Suddenly, the plants around you began to grow uncontrollably, their vines wrapping around objects and lifting them into the air.

“Y/N?” Aether called out, but his voice barely registered in your mind. The fury inside you was palpable, an unstoppable force that mirrored the wild growth around you.

You couldn’t contain it any longer. You shot up, slamming your hands on the table. The ground shook violently from your actions, a green hue coursing its way through each crevice in the ground. Aether and Paimon flinched at the sudden movement, their eyes wide with surprise. They had never seen you this angry before.

“Y/N? Are you—”

“I’m coming with you both,” you interrupted, your voice resolute. Their eyes met yours, filled with determination and resolve.

“Y/N, you don’t have to—” Aether began.

“No!” you cut him off, your voice firm and unwavering. “Jean has always been there for me. And the one time she needed my help, I wasn’t there. Now, I have to help her. I need to help save my sister,” you declared, making them both look at each other in surprise.

“So, what’ll it be?” you asked, your gaze unyielding.

Aether and Paimon exchanged a glance before smiling at you. “Ready to leave tomorrow?” Aether asked, extending his hand.

You smirked, shaking your head. “How about we leave tonight? Get a head start?” you suggested, your eyes gleaming with determination.

Aether grinned, clasping your hand. “Even better.”

You knew Eleanor would be furious with you for this, but this was Jean you were talking about—the one person who never gave up on you or turned against you. You were willing to do anything to save her because you knew she would do the same for you.

As you and your newfound allies prepared for the journey ahead, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the landscape. The path before you was uncertain and fraught with danger, but you felt a renewed sense of purpose. With Aether and Paimon by your side, you were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, driven by your unwavering resolve to save Jean and make things right.

—

“So, just where are we headed exactly?” You asked, making him chuckle.

“We are headed to go get some help. Hopefully.” Aether said.

“Okay…but where exactly?” You asked

“A place known as Sumeru.” He replied, making you look towards him.

“Sumeru? I’ve not heard of that place before. Do I need to worry about anything?” You asked, making him shrug

“I don’t think so…but it's best to always prepare for the worst so you are ready for things like an ambush…” He said, making you nod

“Right…well, what are we waiting for! Let's go!” You said, walking into the large forested area, Paimon and Aether following suit.

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i really hope taehyung has calmed down and ready to hear them out :(

i hope so too!

a/n: hi. i have realized and decided that it’s time to end toapp. #36 (the next drabble) will be the finale.

i just wanna thank you guys for this amazing journey. i’ve had so much fun interacting with you guys and writing this story, just making shit up as i go. i had no idea how this story was gonna go, how y’all would receive it, every drabble i just hoped for the best. it’s insane to think toward the end toapp had 400+ regular readers. that’s so crazy guys!! thank u so much

i hope u guys will still interact with me even when this finishes!!! and i hope you guys look forward to my upcoming fics. i’ve already brainstormed several other fics that i know y’all will love! i can’t wait to share them with you.

i might still do side-drabbles like what jk did in those 2 months, more events we’ve already seen but from other povs, maybe drabbles that happen in the future. i’ll see !

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taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #35

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“do you want me to leave?”

he stares at you with the biggest eyes in the universe

how does someone just have big black eyes like that

like

the things he says

can be so dirty

and his gaze can be so intense

but now

when he’s

pleading

and being pathetic

his eyes are the biggest in the galaxy

he’s so beautiful

you wonder if he knows that

you sigh loudly and rub your hairline. “you’re so lucky you know your way with words.”

he blinks at you a few times and drops his shoulders in relief, you hadn’t even noticed they were that tense

“i’m just telling you the truth.”

you merely hum in response and nod your head absentmindedly as you glance over at the plate of cold chicken quesedillas now

“do you want me to heat those up in a pan for you?” you ask quietly, not sure where to go with the conversation now

when you don’t get a response, you glance in his direction

he’s just staring at you with an unreadable expression on his face

“jungkook?”

he shakes his head slowly. “do you believe me now?”

your brows pinch together in confusion. “yeah, i believe you. were you not telling the truth just now?”

he shakes his head again. “i’m not talking about just now i’m talking about me being in love with you.”

oh

right

yeah

you said you didn’t believe it

do you believe him?

your own feelings for him keep getting in the way of your rational thoughts

because you just want to believe him, even when your common sense still doubts it

“yeah,” you start, “i believe you.”

then, a soft smile creeps onto his lips. “okay.”

you reach for the plate but jungkook stops you by gently taking hold of your wrist mid-air. “i think you should just go lie down in bed. after what just happened, you just need a moment. i can tell you’re pretending to be okay.”

you blink at him

and the sincere look in his eyes

and the slight pinch in his brows

almost makes you tear up again

“i’ll clean the kitchen up, just,” he pauses as he lets go of your wrist, “go. i’ll be right there.”

you slowly nod your head and start walking out of your kitchen, heading to your bedroom

you lie down in your bed and stare at the ceiling, the events of barely 20 minutes ago playing on repeat in your head

taehyung

you miss him

you need him

you’re lucky jungkook was there to talk some sense into you

you should go to taehyung when the storm is over

and come clean with everything and just

beg for his forgiveness

and now that you think about it

you wonder

why it’s taking jungkook so long

??

you get up from your bed and slowly make your way to the kitchen

you peek your head around the corner of the door and that’s when you see

jungkook, standing by the sink

the mess taehyung made earlier on the floor has been cleaned up

and it seemed like jungkook was halfway through with the dishes

but now he’s just leaning against the sink with his hands and his head held down

what is he doing?

you wonder what it is until you hear a soft sniffle

you walk into the kitchen. “jungkook?”

he quickly sniffles again and wipes his cheeks before looking at you

you walk in further. “hey,” you whisper as you place your hand on his shoulder, soothingly rubbing it

he’s quiet for a few moments before he breaks down

“he’s my only friend and i betrayed his trust. you can bounce back because of your history with him but me? he’ll never want to see me again.”

oh

he sent you away because all of that panic that he had earlier concerning taehyung he couldn’t show

he had to swallow his own emotions because he had to calm you down

but it’s dawning on him real bad right now and you need to be here for him like he was there for you

you shake your head and move your hand over his back, rubbing it gently. “you’re crazy. he could never hate you, kook. like you said, he’s mad. it’s okay, we’ll catch him one of these days and talk it out. taehyung is the gentlest soul i know. he just needs some time to cool off.”

he sniffles quietly, his round nose so red and his big eyes puffy. “it took you so much convincing to believe me. what if he doesn’t believe me at all?”

“jungkook, taehyung knows you better than i do. he’ll know to believe you. i’m sure of it.”

he sniffles again and slowly nods.

“okay? here,” you say as you take the sponge out of his hand and rinse his soaped up hand. “let’s just go lie down for a bit. we’ll eat later.”

( ♡ )

the storm has finally let up the following day

and you need to do one more thing before you bite the bullet and face taehyung

you raise your fist and slowly knock on the door

you wait a few moments before it swings open

“hey, you.”

you smile at him. “hey, yoongi.”

he steps aside and invites you in

you quietly thank him and step in

“what’s up?” he asks as he heads into his living room and you follow him

“we uh,” you start as you nervously look around. “we need to talk.”

he halts in his movements and slowly turns to you. “oh. okay. would you like something to drink?”

you shake your head and gently take his soft hand into yours before leading him to the sofa

you both sit down and he’s staring at you with confused eyes. “so?”

you take a deep breath and finally glance at him. “yoongi,” you start, “you’re amazing. you really treat me exactly as a man should and i’ll always be thankful for that. you were never pushy, you were never condescending or overstepping. you just,” you pause for a moment to find more words but you kind of get stuck

it’s quiet

and he’s just staring at you

when the silence stretches out for longer than he likes, he decides to do something

his frown turns into a neutral expression. “finally chose jungkook, have you?”

oh

your eyes go wide and your throat goes dry.

fuck

“what?”

“i don’t like how you think i’m stupid, y/n.”

wh

what is he

what is

what is going on

you blink at him. he clearly is unimpressed with your attempts at letting him down slowly

oh no

you really don’t want to start panicking

“yoongi, i just–”

“hey, breathe. your veins are almost popping out of your throat.” he brings his finger up to tap your pouty lips

and it’s true, you were actually holding your breath

“i’m not stupid, you know.” he uses his thumb to rub your bottom lip. “it’s been rather clear that you’ve had feelings for jungkook. i was just waiting for you to realize.”

you frown at him. “how?”

“the camping trip, our first date, the parties, the clubs. your attention was always just centred around jungkook. i thought you were trying to get over it so i told you i’d make you realize you don’t need him but clearly you’ve realized you do and i get it.”

oh

okay

you are not going to cry

nope

you blink a few times to keep your tears in their fucking place. “aren’t you mad i used you to forget about him?”

at this, he’s quiet. he just blinks at you for a few moments before answering

“no, i’m not because i’m guilty too.”

you tilt your head to the side. “what do you mean?”

he sighs softly. “i uh,” he says as he shrugs his shoulders. “i did the same to you. i wanted to forget about sooyeon.”

wow

you didn’t actually think that was the case

well

he did mention he knew what you were talking about

and that he was okay with not getting into anything serious

but it’s strange hearing this from him now

because he just seems like the type of guy that has everything figured out

mature and collected

but you suppose after all, he’s human too

you nod slowly. “i see.”

he brings his hand down to rub your shoulder. “have you told taehyung?”

at this, your heart stings

you want to cry

“um,” you say with a shaky voice.

he frowns. “oh god,” he mumbles. “what happened?”

you explain what happened in short so you don’t bawl in front of him

“oh, shit. i guess it’s my fault, then?” he rubs his hairline. “i’m sorry, i didn’t think he’d rush to you like that for a simple cold.”

you sniff. him saying that makes you realize taehyung really does care for you

“you should go talk it out with him.”

“what if he doesn’t want to see me?”

he shakes his head. “don’t be absurd. i don’t think taehyung has ever even considered spending a day without at least hearing for you. he’s probably counting down the minutes until he sees you again.”

ugh

he really knows what to say

you slowly nod and rise to your feet. “i’m gonna go to him right now.”

he gets up as well. “okay. just breathe and you’ll be fine.”

you sigh and turn to fully face him as you wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his chest, inhaling his scent

he hugs you right back, stroking your head and rubbing your back soothingly

“thanks for everything, yoongles.”

“nope,” he chuckles, “your privileges have been revoked. you don’t get to call me that anymore.”

you huff and smack his back which he laughs at

you pull back and pout at him

he chuckles and pecks your nose. “we’ll talk again soon,” he says

and you can’t help but smile

“absolutely.”

and with a final squeeze, he lets go of you and walks you to his front door

“you’re rushing me out. i bet sooyeon is coming over,” you joke as you open his front door

he’s suddenly quiet for a moment. “would that make me a bad person?”

you laugh and hit his chest. “jerk.”

he chuckles and watches as you leave, leaning against the doorframe with a soft smile on his lips.

well then

until our paths cross again, yoongi ♡

(wrote this entire scene whilst watching yoongi live on weverse to say his goodbyes after the enlistment news bitch im so fucking emotional rn shut the fuck up)

and now

it’s time

to go see taehyung

you make your way to taehyung’s home

and take a few breaths

trying to calm yourself

you need to calm yourself

you can do this

right as you raise your fist to knock

the door swings open

and you almost slam your first into taehyung’s face

luckily you stop yourself right before that happens and tae stares at you in surprise

“oh,” he quietly says. “i was uh…” he scratches his head. “i was just on my way to you.”

oh

oh :(

you swallow thickly and watch as he steps aside to let you in

you walk in and your body wants to automatically fly onto his bed like you always do but you settle for the couch right now

he follows you and sits down on the coffee table to be able to face you instead of sitting down next to you

it’s quiet

real quiet

“i’m sorry–”

you both apologize in unison but you frown at him. “why are you apologizing?”

he blinks at you like you’re crazy. “because i was way out of line, y/n.”

he catches the quiver in your pout but doesn’t comment on it. “i always told you i’d never judge you but airing you out like that was the opposite of what i promised to always do for you. it wasn’t okay.”

you scrunch your nose a bit as you feel yourself getting emotional again

“so, you don’t hate me?”

he blinks at you like you’ve gone crazy. “are you insane?”

you press your lips into a thin line, hoping to hurt yourself so you can focus on that and not getting emotional

“taehyung, you sacrificed so much for me and i couldn’t even listen to the one thing you didn’t want me to do. i’d wanna kill me.”

he sighs quietly and shakes his head as he looks down at your fidgeting fingers. “oh, don’t get me wrong. i still wanna kill you but what i did wasn’t cool. i just,” he pauses as he tries to think of what to say.

“i didn’t mean to give you a ‘gotcha’ moment with that sensitive information but it was more my way of saying ‘i told you so’. you just make me so mad sometimes.”

you bite on your lip to stop it from quivering

“and the fact it’s been going on since the camping trip and i just, i thought about all the times you just lied to my face. you’d never done that before. we’ve always been honest with each other, you know? never in a million years did i think you would lie to me like that.”

you look down at your hands, realizing you’ve been picking at the loose flesh around your nails

“i’m always just thinking ‘it’s okay, she’s young’ whenever you screw up because you are. but i’m young too. and i’m scared too.”

it’s enough to have you silently crying again

he’s completely right

all of that pressure he’s been carrying with him

and he always looks so

careless and free

is that why he’s always drinking until he can’t fucking stand?

and he never ever once held it over your head

he never once pointed out that he carries all this pressure of keeping you safe and protect you

and you’re just a selfish cunt

“i know. i’m sorry, taehyung. i really am. it just,” you stutter as you shakily sniff for air, “it just happened.”

he glances up at you and nods, handing you tissues from his nightstand

“he needs us, taehyung. he needs you. he told me everything. he was just a boy.”

taehyung sighs as he puts the box of tissues down in front of you

you tell taehyung the storyline of you and jungkook

without the events of … yesterday and the day before that for obvious reasons.

and he doesn’t say much, just silently nods

it’s quiet for awhile as you both just sit there, not saying another word

until

“have you caught feelings for him?”

your breath hitches in your throat and your heart is beating in your ass

you make eye contact with him and he’s staring at you with a neutral expression

you furrow your brows and try to stop the involuntary quiver in your lips as you slowly nod to his question

he gently sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “does he know?”

you wipe your tears with the tissues. “yes. he confessed to me first.”

he then looks at you with a surprised look on his face. “jungkook told you he has feelings for you? jungkook?”

you blink at him, confused at the surprised tone in his voice. “well, he told me he was in love with me.”

he tilts his head to the side. “and you believe him?”

you shrug your shoulders. “not at first. and definitely not after hearing the mia thing but,” you pause for a moment. “he told me the full story and i don’t think he lied to me once as he did. so i do believe him now.”

he rubs his smooth chin with his fingers and slowly nods. “have you told yoongi?”

“yes.”

he leans back on his hands, his head tilted back as he stares at the ceiling. “where is jungkook now?”

you cough

“um…”

he lifts his head to look at you with a raised brow.

“he’s uh,” you glance at the front door. “he’s in the hall.”

taehyung blinks at you like you’re full of shit. “he’s here? in the hall?”

you slowly nod

taehyung stares at you for a moment longer before rising to his feet and walking to the front door

he swings it open and looks around the corner, just to see jungkook’s shadow at the bottom of the stairs

jungkook walks up a few stairs to see if it’s you but he makes eye contact with taehyung

and taehyung is just staring him down

jungkook quietly sighs and walks up the stairs, right up to taehyung’s front door

you watch from the couch, gripping the wet tissue in your hand still

jungkooks nose is still red

and his eyes are puffy

but neither of them say a word

just stare

at each other

until they suddenly kiss each other?

KNDKEJFKEJDKSJD

🍀 i’m just joking

they’re staring each other down in silence

until taehyung suddenly grabs jungkook by the collar of his shirt, knuckles turning white because of the tightness of his grip

jungkook just lets him

you shoot up from the couch in an instant, panic surging through your entire body

just as you’re about to call out taehyung’s name in hopes of stopping him

he pulls jungkook into a tight hug, maybe a little too tight

jungkook simply rests his chin on taehyung’s shoulder

and wraps his arms around him. “i’m sorry, hyung.”

they just hug in silence for a few moments until taehyung speaks up again

“you better not ever fuck her over or i swear i’ll have you jumped.”

jungkook chuckles and pats taehyung’s back. “i thought you were of the opinion that you should beat me the fuck up?”

is he insane

not the time for jokes, jungkook…

taehyung pulls back from the hug and stares at jungkook for a second with a frown on his face

…

before cracking his famous sheepish box smile. “i should but i know i can’t take you in a fight.”

LMFAOOOOO

what???😭😭😭😭

you snort and it makes both of them look at you

you suddenly feel like you’re being watched by the fbi or something the way ur standing there like 🧍‍♀️

taehyung lets go of jungkook and walks up to you, staring down at you with a furrow in his brows

“dumb people should never laugh.”

did he really just say that in the tone of that one nicki minaj tiktok audio😭😭😭

you pout and slap his chest

he chuckles and pulls you into a tight embrace, resting his chin on top of your head and not caring he’s suffocating you with his chest

but you simply keep your face buried there, inhaling his scent

and he literally just feels like home

he then says;

“good thing you’re dumb or else my life would’ve been really boring.”

to be continued

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1. your fic is absolutely amazing. Have been bingeing it and I’m literally obsessed. The way you write just itches my brain in such a good way, literally cannot contain my love and appreciation for your work👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 cheers to you!!! Can’t wait to keep reading

2. As I was reading I found out you also deadass drawing the art to go w/ the fic?? Literally you’re living my dream 😭 plus your art is so so so well done!!!!! It’s added so much joy to my reading experience

Cannot wait to see what else you have in store!!’ Hope you have an amazing, AMAZING day, week, year, etc.!!!! 💞🙌🏻🫶🏻

OMG IM GONNA CRY 😭😭 BAHAHA U SENT THIS AT SUCH A CRAZY MOMENT cuz i just checked my ao3 comments and was down about a rude comment i got, and then i come to tumblr and like, a few mins later/literally AS i was venting about it, u send this BAHAHA your choccy senses were tingling. IM SO GLAD U LIKE IT THO AND THAT YOURE ENJOYING IT (and my drawings, even if youve defs seen spoilers by now BAHHA) hope u have a good day too, u defs brightened mine!! THANK UUUU💖💖💖

@kaviary-blog this looks so funny bc i censored u just to keep it (mostly) spoiler free BUT AW THANK U DAMN IM HONOURED THAT MY FANFIC WAS THE ONE TO MAKE YOU CRY?? IM SO HAPPY HOW INVESTED YOU ARE 😭😭💖💖 im also super happy with that chap and its so satisfying like you said to finally be able to tie of all those threads so IM GLAD IT WAS WORTH IT💖

@lovesicklovermia ONE DAY???? OMG. FIRST TWO DAYS NOW ONE?? ITS JUST GETTING SHORTER AND SHORTER. next thing i know someones gonna be like yeah so i took some highly experimental drug that lets me read at 1000% the pace of a normal person, and i finished ur fic in 2 hours 😍omg loved it!!!😍😍 BAHAHAHA but omg i totally see what u mean, they do HAHA. AND THANK U💖💖 IM GLAD UR LIKING IT💖

YEAH so in my fic fifth years are 16, and by the time things get....explicit....clora and seb are 17. im not against consuming media with teenagers depicted in sexual situations like euphoria or riverdale or w.e else bc i get that its fiction and these are just real things that happen so its fine to write about them, but their canonical ages of 15 was still too young for me and i wanted them to be 17 before it got the E rating (which is why clora and sebs birthdays end up being so close, bc i was RUSHING for them to turn 17 BAHAHHAA)

BAHAHA clora and seb secretly being together is like the most poorly kept secret in my fic, like im sure her parents technically KNOW, but due to old fashioned traditions and whatnot (and it being 1891) seb wants to be able to propose properly and with a proper ring, bc clive is intimidating and he doesnt wanna just be like "yeah so im dating your daughter and weve already fucked and i plan to marry her" LOOL he wants to do things properly and be with her with her dads permission(even tho its a bit late for that HAHA) BUT WE CAN JUST PRETEND. tldr its basically just out of some sense of chivalry on sebs side, a fear of her dad, and wanting to do things right LOL

ALSO WAIT OMG STOPPPPP I WAS LITERALLY JUST ABOUT TO POST THIS BUTI HAVE TO INCLUDE THIS NOW

YOU SAW MY POST AND IMMEDIATELY DREW THIS AS A RESPONSE WHILE IN CLASS?? BAHAHAHA IM ACTUALLY SO TOUCHED RN IM TEARING UP WTF THATS SO SWEET OF YOU WTFFFFFFFFF THANK YOU SO MUCH😭😭😭💖💖 (NOW PAY ATTENTION IN CLASS!!🤬🤬)

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Screaming crying throwing up rn I LOVE you're writing smmm ever since I got back into aphmauuu <3 if you want to can u write a Mystreet Garroth x werewolf reader? Idk if I asked this before I'm sorry 😭😭 as usual take ur time and do what's best for u :)

Secrets.

Pdh!Garroth Ro’meave x reader.

Cw: I don’t think so I mean he kinda yells at ivy but that’s it.

(I’m actually I love you for saying that because like I’m not as confident as I wish I was with my writing but that made me feel so happy. ALSO I HOPE YOU LIKE ITT. I know i added my own creative motive but it wasn’t specified so I hope this is okay and thank you sm I’ve been in a writing funk and this definitely help me. 

“ werewolf class? Why would they put you in a werewolf class? You're not even a werewolf” Garroth says to y/n while walking to school for their first day back from summer break.

“ I don’t know I think it’s just a class mix up “

y/n feels hot in the face. Lying especially about this well it’s stupid but she was a late bloomer for her ears and tail and it seemed embarrassing to randomly show up with them so she just hid it.

“ that’s weird but it makes sense Laurence got put in classes he didn’t even sign up for too. Can you imagine doing advanced math? Poor sucker” he laughs.

“Garroth I’m in advanced math too,” Y/n states blankly.

“ Oh, that sucks,” he says making a teeth-gritting face and then turning to the school they just arrived at. Letting go of each other's hands because he gets to go in early.

“ have fun in werewolf class baby.” he kisses her on the forehead. She hums in response. He looks down at her face before he walks away, seeing her smile he can't help but think she is so beautiful and garroth has never been one to keep that to himself.

“Sometimes when I look at you I just wanna eat your face 'cause you're so pretty,” he says while looking at her with the most serious face you will see him make. She smiles back and nods at his odd compliment.

“ you can eat my face later after school but right now you are late” she laughs.

“ oh shoot you're right “ he runs away and blows her a kiss. As he leaves sight you hear a familiar voice from behind you.

“ awe isn't that cute, you two love birds. Sadly it won't last any longer once he finds out you have been lying to him. You know garroth HATES lying more than anything” Ivy claimed.

“ lying? What have I been lying about Ivy?” y/n asks. Ivy pulls out a picture of her bag and hands it to you. The picture is of y/n at home with her ears and tail out.

“ This is fake,” y/n hand it back to her.

“ is it and what about this video? “ she shows her a video on her phone.

( in the video)

“ yeah I just feel so bad for lying to him”

Why don't you tell him you're a werewolf “

“ I don't know I guess it's embarrassing and it's not as it matters that much I guess”

“ doesn't it cause it ways on your conscience you should tell him “

( video ends )

“Ivy what the fuck that's stalking, that was a private conversation. I could sue you for that!” y/n fumed out the ears.

“ your too poor for that” Ivy says without hesitation. “ look I'm going to show garroth this video once I find him and then he's going to break up with you and get with me” She smiles and waves while walking away from y/n

“ that's messed up, “ Laurence says coming out of nowhere. Y/n flinches like someone is about to hit her.

“ geez chill it's just me. Anyway, I heard that whole thing and I think garroth will forgive you for lying just as long as he finds out from you. I know he cares about you a lot and honestly, it is actually not that bad, the lying is but I get it you are embarrassed bout it but just be honest with garroth. He's the most accepting person I know and you know. So just go find him and tell him before Ivy does. I hate that girl. “ he says and then before y/n can speak he walks away. Y/n raises her shoulders slightly confused because y/n has never heard Laurence speak that much to her.

confused and guilty y/n take out her phone to call Garroth but he doesn't answer. ( his phone is probably on dnd ) so y/n has to go find him the old-fashioned way.

After searching the school for him y/n couldn't find him before the bell rang for class. Thankfully y/n had second period with him so hopefully Ivy didn't get to him first. After an agonizing hour of trying to figure out what to say to him and how. She’s got “Hey I'm a werewolf hope that's cool!” Y/n slightly banged her head on the desk for the last few minutes of class until the bell rang. Once she was out of the class she darted to the second period, garroth is usually early for classes so he would be there. But once she got there he was already in the class talking to lvy and she was showing him her phone I'm guessing the video. She watches for a second as his facial expression is very tight and annoyed. Y/n take a deep breath and walks into the class.

“ you can think how you wanna think but I had my reasons.” y/n acknowledged that it was too late and all she could say was that. He didn't turn around to her instead he kept his back to her.

“ why you would think it is okay to tell someone elses secrets like this. Its obvious this was a private conversation. “ he lectured ivy instead of y/n Both girls are super confused, he was supposed to be mad at y/n.

“ I was just looking out for a friend and -” ivy trys to explain but garroth cuts her off.

“ no you weren't you were just being selfish like you always are. Laurence told me what you said. You only showed me this because you think its going to get me to date you but ivy I will never ever been with someone like you. Your a bully and you like inflicting pain on others for your entertainment. Do you really think I like that???” He tells her off in the way

y/n was wanting him to do ever since they started dating. Ivy starts crying and runs out of the room.

“ that was kinda rough”y/n says to break that silence. But just because garroth told ivy off doesn’t mean he wasn’t upset with y/n to.

“ and you how could you lie to me especially all this time and the conversation we had this morning we literally just talked about it. You agreed with me when I said you weren’t a werewolf!” His voice changed from how he talked to ivy to more sad and looking for answers.

“ I’m sorry! I just didn’t know how to say it “ she replied.

“ oh they why didn’t you just say oh yeah I’m a werewolf. that’s a thing, yeah!” He mimicked her voice and for a moment she wanted to laugh because his impression was odd and silly sounded but she knew if she laughed he would get ten times more upset. Y/n take a deep breath and get closer to him.

“ listen I’m so sorry garroth I know I shouldn’t have lied for so long and there is no excuse as to why I did but in my mind I had reasons that made sense and what makes sense in my mind is law for me just like how your Brain works.” She explains softly in a way she hopes garroth could understand. He sighs.

“ what are the reasons?” He asks in a complete different tone from a minute ago.

“ well firstly it was embarrassing. I just got this new weird looking upgrades on my body and my ears weren’t as developed as they would have been if I wasn’t a late bloomer. But I think the biggest reason that I didn’t wanna acknowledge was that I was scared.” She whispered.

“ scared?”he asked.

“ I am scared people will treat me differently because of it. I mean do you even realize that some of your friends treat the wolfs like dogs? Aphmau throws balls and tells her friends to go get it? And I don’t understand why they play along with it. It’s offensive. I get it we like some things a dog would but we also like things humans would and that doesn’t seem to matter just as long as we like balls or frisbees” she shrugs her shoulders to finish her sentence.

“ wow y/n I never noticed that. I am so sorry and I am sorry if I’ve ever said anything offensive to the werewolf’s or made you feel like I’d treat you different because of it. I would never” she grabs her face to caress her cheek. She leans into his hand.

“ I know you wouldn’t sweet boy” she picks up her hand to run it through his hair. But they were brutally interrupted by the bell and now people started coming into the class so they had to go to there seats.