#the first thing that comes to mind and then I roll with it who cares

[peachesofteal]

Raspberry Girl Previous + masterlist + AO3 Simon Riley/female reader CW: light daddy kink Flashback to the first time Captain Riley met Raspberry girl.

The bakery is slow. 

He’s only been coming here for a few days, but he’s already figured out the best time to stop by so he can avoid the crowd. Before eight hundred, it’s always packed, too many people in line for tea, coffee, breakfast, pastries, half of them headed to base, the other half to somewhere else. 

He starts his day early, and then swings out here for a mid morning breakfast, or coffee, depending on how his day has gone. Usually, it’s filled with paperwork and overseeing training exercises, all of it as boring as the next. He welcomes the reprieve of a pastry, a togo container closed over a massive raspberry sweet roll (or two) that he usually eats in truck before he makes it back to base. It’s hard to leave it alone when it’s sitting in the passenger seat, waiting for him. He fucking dreams about things at this point, their sweet dough and cream cheese icing, raspberry jam, he assumes, swirled in every layer. If he’s lucky, he arrives just after or before a new batch is brought out, and they’re still hot. 

A few tables are occupied inside, people with headphones in clicking away on laptops, or casually chatting over a tea. It’s never too quiet here which he appreciates, there’s always music flowing, and noise coming from what he assumes is the kitchen, hidden behind a typical swing door you’d see in any restaurant. 

The familiarity is comfortable. There are no surprises, usually. 

Except today, something new catches his eye. 

You. 

You’re holding a plate of flaky pastries of some kind, standing at the edge of the counter. Mara, the girl who usually works the register, makes coffees and teas, plates or packages things from the case, is giving you her full attention as you speak. 

You stun him. Perfect from head to toe, beautiful in a way that’s making him believe you were created just for him. 

A possessive pulse pounds under his jaw. Locked in just at the sight of you. 

“They have nuts in them. Almonds. But they’re sl-slivers, so they’re just… they’re hard to see. So uh… make sure I guess, that people know?” 

“Okay, I’ll put it on the sign.” She holds the little placard up and you nod approvingly. 

“Right.” Like you’ve been holding your breath this entire time, your chest deflates shakily. Gun shy. Anxious. Fearful. 

Precious thing. 

That craving inside him perks up, hones in. Heat seeking missile. 

For once, it’s not only sexual. Not only about keeping someone for the night, the morning, putting all his energy and care into them just to cut that cord, close himself off and send them on the way. 

No. This is different. This is more. 

“Can I get one of those to go?” The guy waiting at the counter in front of him points to the plate. “Almond croissants, right?” You tense. There’s a lapse, and he can see your gears turning, sifting, before finally settling on something. 

“Sure?” 

“Sure I can get one, or sure they’re almond croissants.” You flinch. It would be hardly noticeable to someone else, but to him, it reveals another piece of the puzzle. You picked the wrong thing. He knows could soothe this burn, honor these parts of you that don’t seem to fit in, keep your mind, your heart, safe. Love you in the ways you desperately need. 

“Oh. Yes.” You nod, sliding one into the bag and pushing it across the counter as Mara cashes the man out, only looking up once he’s turned to leave. 

It only takes a second before you’re locking eyes with him. 

You freeze, and swears there’s a whisper of a whimper. Mara gives you a curious look, and then follows your line of sight right to him, her mouth quirking to the side in a small smile. Your hands clasp together at your waist, fingers interwoven. Immediately, they clench around one another so tight, he wonders if it’s hurting you. He wants to pull them apart, cover them with his own, hold them. Hold you. 

His instincts are churned up. They scream at him, trying to run away with a fantasy of a future. 

He thinks briefly of John and Grace, his old captain’s little blueberry pie, a sweet girl watching a movie and curled up on her daddy’s lap. His jealously is not from a desire of Grace herself, but of the relationship, the life John has carved out for himself, the purpose, the control, the ability to tend and care for someone who can give themselves so endlessly, be so trusting they let all their defenses go and fully let go. The love.

He’s never thought it was the right time for him, but now he knows he was wrong. It was never about the right time. 

It was always about finding you. 

Mara must see something, because she clears her throat and says your name, nodding in his direction. 

“This is Captain Riley.” Military brat, she knows the rank of every uniformed person who sets foot in here, and always addresses them as such. You gulp. 

“It’s n-nice to meet you.” Mara fills the gap quickly, nonchalantly, trying to ease your discomfort. 

“Captain Riley is the one who buys out all the raspberry rolls.” You brighten. 

“Really?” His chuckle rumbles in this throat. 

“Really. Think I eat two or three a day now." He pats his stomach, and you grin, before it gets lost immediately, unsure, glancing at the ground. 

“G-good, That’s… I’m glad.” It’s enough of a starting point. He can’t push too hard. You’re already trembling, looking up at him now, both with trepidation and wonder. Mara’s boxed up his order, quietly placing it in front of you, and you’re careful when you pick it up, handing it over like you’re handling a bomb, lips parting when he touches you. He forces the contact, intentionally brushing his fingers against yours, pleased when there’s an immediate reaction, a sharp inhale, a bob of your throat. He gives you a very gentle smile. 

“Thank you sweetheart.” Your eyes go incredibly wide, and you squeak. 

“You’re welcome!” He’s unable to get another word out fast enough before you’re practically running into the kitchen, door swinging wide enough for him to see just inside, eyes like saucers, nervous smile stretched across your face, your hands brushing your apron repeatedly, even though the batter and flour crusted on it doesn’t move. 

Precious, sweet little girl. 

You need someone to take care of you. Someone who will carve out space for you to exist, without fear. Someone who will understand your needs and instead of trying to force you to go where you don’t fit, they’ll protect you, encourage you, hold your hand. Someone who will build you a castle, a fortress, an entire world, just so you can be yourself, be happy as yourself, not a person the world wants to change. 

You need him. 

You need a daddy. 

[satrs]

Wet Wars!

SYNOPSIS; Hope you like losing your mind– twice.

FEAT; caleb x Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

TAGS;MDNI! threesome. oral fixation. bestfriend!caleb and bestfriend!satoru. competitive. panty ripping. desperate and püssydrunk guys. overstim. cunnilingus. dirtytalk. petnames. cocky gojo. possessiveeee caleb. squirting. cum eating. cl!t smacking. püssy smacking. dacryphilia. spit and drool. messy. slighttt dumbification from satoru once. praise. begging. size k!nk. tummy buldge. satoru jerks himself off and is pathetic. 3.3k.

A/N; sighhhh ANOTHA ONE!!!!! they r both my fav bois so I rlly had my fun on this one hihi^^ THIS is my dream blunt rotation man.

Who can make you cum first?

It starts like a game— at least, that's what Satoru calls it.

You're sprawled out on silky sheets, thighs parted indulgently over a stack of plush pillows.

Caleb kneels at your left, grey sweats tight around his hard-on, eyes glowing with quiet hunger while Gojo lounges on the other side, shirt off, grey sweats hanging low, all-too-familiar cocky smirk plastered on his moist lips.

Seeing your two closest, bestest of friends like this is— well, not exactly something you're used to.

Yeah, sure you three goof around all the time, and sure Satoru sometimes comes up with dirty jokes about you that Caleb makes quick work to and sure there was one time they both taught you how to properly kiss guys— but this?

This is new.

“Aaaand? Watcha' sayin? Yer' in?” the white-haired drawls, that wicked glint lighting up his cerulean eyes as they slide from Caleb to your exposed, dripping center. He swears your panties are practically pasted to your folds. “Winner takes it all.”

Caleb just smirks, trailing the back of his fingers along your inner thigh. “Hell yeah. Buuuut,” his voice dips, husky and pointed, “you sure you can handle her? Bet you don’t even know where the clit is.”

Satoru whistles, clearly entertained. “Woah. Cocky-much.” Then he flashes you that wicked grin, muscles twitching from the possesive grip on your thigh. “Yer' lettin' him talk ta me like that?”

You roll your eyes at their banter, hips twitching into the empty space between them. “You guyssss, seriously, quit it and do.... something already.”

“Aight, aight,” Caleb murmurs, voice thick with amusement as he hooks his fingers into your panties, sliding them to the side. He’s just about to slip a finger through your slick folds when Satoru's hand swats! his away.

“I know where the damn clit is, starboy,” Satoru's grin is all teeth. “Riiiiiiiight—”

He presses down, finger circling with maddening precision until it hits your bundle of nerves dead-on. The pressure is just enough to make your thighs jerk, threatening to clamp shut around their heads. But both of them shoot out an arm without missing a beat, pushing your legs apart and holding them there with synchronized ease.

“—here,” he finishes, eyes glittering with smug satisfaction.

“That’s a no-brainer.”

Caleb snorts, unfazed. “Well duhhh. She’s soaked, Satoru. You could find it in your sleep.”

Satoru chuckles low in his throat, still teasing slow circles with his soft pad. “Then maybe ya oughta put in some effort before I win. Or not. Couldn't care less.”

Caleb's eyes narrow slightly, then he leans in without warning, tongue flicking out to replace the others hand, making your entire body jolt. “You talk too damn much." he murmurs, lips brushing your clit just barely, ripping your flimsy panties almost completely off with one strong pull, earning a shocked yelp from you. “Earn your keep.”

Then he licks, a slow, devastating stripe from your entrance to your clit, savoring it like he’s been starving.

And suddenly, they're both on you at once, two hot tongues, slick mouths feisting upon you as if as if you were the last thing on earth they'd ever get to taste.

Satoru dips low again, mouth locking onto your clit with practiced ease, his tongue rolling and circling like he’s studied every nerve under a microscope. He hums against you, the vibration sending a ripple up your spine before he ends the barely holding on annoying strap of your cloth off you completely to further suckle at your buttony clit.

Caleb's grip tightens on your thigh as he kisses the soft skin, soft brown hair tickling your thigh as he moves up closer, his mouth dragging open kisses along the crease where your leg meets your needy core.

“Sweet fuck,” he mutters, dragging his tongue flat against your entrance now, slow and savoring, wanting to memorize your taste.

Satoru glances up, eyes gleaming. “Yer' takin’ your time down there, or just scared I’m gonna make her cum first?”

Caleb answers by sucking hard, just below your clit— just close enough for your hand to fly and latch onto the brown bush of hair while Satoru increases the pressure right on your swollen clit, tongue flicking in sharp, teasing pulses.

"Nghhhh! Y-yes r-right there!," you cry out, hips bucking, but their hands hold you down, keep you spread, keep you right there with nowhere to squirm or run to.

Caleb groans in response and fuck— he could cum by just listening to your sweet cries, hips deseraptly humbing deep into the matress.

You're sweet—so damn sweet. He can't breathe, can't be, except in the act of devouring you whole like you're the only thing he's ever wanted. He'd always imagined tasting you but this? This is heaven for him. And there's no way in hell anyone can take this honeyed cunny from him.

Only over his dead body.

And Satoru? God, he's an idiot.

An idiot for not dragging you into this sooner. A goddamn fool for letting this sappy bastard Caleb share in your sacred juices. And the biggest fool of all for grinding into the sheets like some needy, feral mutt, each spurting of your essence landing right on his tastebuds and he's sure he's addicted by now.

Because you are addictive.

You can't think.

And from the way your vision's already going white at the edges, legs desperatly shaking as the overwhelming sounds of slurp slurp slurp numbs your senses, and you're not sure who’s winning.

But you're definitely losing— in the best way possible.

You feel Caleb's tongue sliding lower ashe parts your folds gently, sucking one side into his mouth before dragging his tongue up the other. He's so gentle, so reverent, but there’s an edge to him now, a heat in his breath that promises he’s not going to let the cocky white-haired win.

Satoru's not having it.

He quickly flattens his tongue against your clit and starts flicking the bud so fast and devastating, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you still.

“Gonna make her cum first,” he says like it’s fact, “watch.”

Caleb only narrows his eyes, clicking his tongue in irritation before diving back between your legs, sliding his tongue deep into you. “Not if I get her gushing first.”

His words come out muffled, barely audible, vibrations of his voice adding onto his nasty tongue gliding through your hole, hitting your sweetspot with one swift roll of his tongue.

Bingo.

God, you would snap your thighs together if you could, but their strong hands make it impossible for you to escape from this overwhelming pleasure.

You're at your wits end at this point, tummy sucking in as Satoru pulls back just enough to smirk, placing a teasing smack! to your clit.

“Oh? Playing dirty already?”

Caleb doesn't care to answer. His tongue moves in slow, deep strokes, licking into your pussy while his lips seal around your entrance. You can hear it— the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth fucking you, tongue curling, nose brushing your clit.

The white-haired would love nothing more than to yank that jackass away from you and taste you himself, show you just how deep his tongue can bury itself inside you, how much better he can please you— but he holds back.

He wanted this game, after all.

“Fine. I can play dirty too.”

He reaches up, lifting your hips slightly before he sucks your clit into his mouth— hard. His tongue flicks fast, merciless almost, desperate to force your attention onto him.

You choke on a sob as your hips buck up into his mouth, hand tangling in the snowy hair while one of your legs hooks over Caleb's shoulder, heel digging into his back.

They're working together now, without even meaning to.

You're thrashing, hands now clutching the sheets, legs twitching as heat coils tight in your belly. You're—

“Close. She's close,” Caleb mumbles against you, thumb circling your inner thigh, "C'mon, baby. Cum for me."

“I'm still here, ya know,” Gojo purrs, then moans into your clit as you slightly yank at his hair. “Cum for me, cutie. Wanna taste ya.”

“M' gonna— gonna eat it up. Allll of it,” Caleb adds, breathless, lips gliding over your slit desperatly, selfish tongue draaaaging over your cunny, begging for you to just squirt right into his mouth. “You want that, pretty?”

With a nod and a quick glance at the cerulean eyes yearning for a reaction on your features and those lilac hues trying to suck your soul into his, you break.

“Thereee she is.”

Caleb's a madman now, fingers bruising into your thighs as if trying to keep you wide open, greedy for more. “So sweet, baby. Such a messy cunny— f-fuck.”

Your orgasm hits sudden and hard, whole body shuddering, thighs clamping around their heads. Voice cracking, cries and rambles of their names barely reaching their ears. Tears form at your lasline, toes curling at the massive wave of pleasure as your face contorts.

“Hahhh, ya should see yer face, pretty.”

Satoru's lips shine with your release, big fat beam plastered on his face as his tongue flicks one last teasing stroke over your clit just to make your body jolt.

They don't stop, keep going, mouths locked on you, dedicated as they suck and lick and pull every single drop you're offering out until you're twitching uncontrollably.

“Fuck,” Satoru breathes, pulling back to admire the mess. “Poor baby 's wrecked already."

He leans up to kiss you, slow and filthy, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. It's so nasty but still adicting, him devouring your mouth like a man starved as Caleb glares up at you, placing a possesive kiss to your thigh followed by a jealous bite to your flesh.

His hands begin to slide up your sides, and then he's at your other ear. “Still hungry,” he growls so deep you can feel the wetness oozing out of you. “Want more— g-gonna cum for us again, you can do that for me, yeah? Be a good girl and cream alllllll over me? Hm? Pleaseeee, baby."

"Hmm? M-more?"

"Mhmmm," Satoru conters, fingers brushing your soaked folds as he stares daggers into the brunette, placing a quick kiss to your temple. “Gonna give me one now?” he teases. "Fair's fair, cutie. Can't let him be the one takin' the win.”

The snowy head dissapears between your legs now, attacking your pussy again, mouth latching onto your pussy like he’s got something to prove, because he does.

His tongue flicks and curls, lips sealing around your clit in a maddening rhythm. He moans into you, and the vibrations make your back arch, sparks racing up your spine.

Caleb tilts your face to his, claiming your mouth with a possessive, greedy kiss. His fingers trail upward to pinch your nipple, rolling it just right while his tongue tangles with yours.

You're gasping into him, breathless and overstimulated, caught in the push-pull between their mouths, thighs locking around Satoru's head, white locks peaking from the gap as your hands grasp for the brunettes biceps.

“Feel that?” Caleb pants against your lips, teeth nipping just enough to make you twitch. “He's working reaaal hard for that second one, huh? But I’m still your favourite, right?”

"You wish." Satoru's pace quickens now, two fingers slipping inside you now, curling right against your g-spot as his tongue keeps torturing your clit.

“God,” you sob through breathless kisses, “you're both—fuck!—both insane—”

They moan in sync.

"W-wanna have you i-inside."

Both sets of eyes snap to yours. Wide and starved, ridiculously pretty for two men who already pulled an orgasm out of you— more incoming.

“Who?”

They ask together, like some twisted choir of temptation.

"D-don't care, just wanna—”

Satoru is the first to move.

You barely register the shift of weight before he's positioning himself beside you, hard-on of his pressing through your side, threatening to break free from his grey joggers, warm hands sliding under your thighs, smacking your pussy hard before he muffles a moan between biten lips.

“Greedyyy,” he murmurs, voice dipped in silk and sin. “I love it.”

Caleb shoots Satoru a look that could kill, jaw clenched, fists tight, barely holding himself back. He's twitching with restraint, knuckles white, his teeth gritted. But he doesn't speak, not yet. Instead, his hands go to the waistband of his boxers, yanking them down with a rough, frustrated grunt. His cock springs free, hard, flushed and leaking from the torture of holding back for hours.

He leans over you, guiding himself to your soaked entrance, knuckles brushing your hip like a silent apology he doesn’t have the words to speak. “I-inside. Inside.” he pants, voice frayed at the edges, trembling with desperation. “Gonna— gonna let me fill you up?"

You nod, hips twitching upwards and his tip catches the hood of your clit— that’s all it takes.

He pounds his entire girth into you in one swith thrust, burying himself to the hilt with a groan that sounds damn near feral. His head drops to your shoulder, breath hot and uneven as he starts to move, hips grinding into you, deep and raw, like he can't stand another second without being inside you.

Meanwhile, Satoru slides down again, mouth back at your clit, tongue relentless, his hand now freeing his hard cock, wrapping around the base as he spits down onto it, spit and your juices mixed, serving as lube.

He's jerking his length, hand locking around his blushed tip, hips stuttering as he watches your stuffed cunny streeeetching around Caleb's cock with needy, desperate gushes of your juices.

"Oh f-fuck." He's stroking his cock in firm, hungry fists, pace matching every brutal thrust Caleb drives into you. His breath hits your thighs in hot bursts, and his tongue doesn’t quit, flicking, curling, lapping at your clit like it's the only thing keeping him alive.

“Shit, shitshitshit—fuck,” he whimpers, almost delirious, dragging his tongue up your swollen bundle of nerves, circling it with the flat of it, slow and mean. His voice cracks into a moan as he stares down, wide-eyed, at the taut swell forming just beneath your bellybutton, his jaw going slack, eyes rolling to his skull. “Look at that. Fuck, look at her. Stuffed full and still takin' it— like a champ, baby. Yer' made for this.”

Caleb can't even form a word.

He's gone, eyes glazed, lips parted as he watches your cunt suck him in over and over again, the obnoxious sound of your crying pussy causing goosebumps to arise on his skin. His control is snapping thread by thread, hips pounding into you with frantic need, every movement fueled by the way your walls grip him like they own him, like they don't want to ever let him go.

His brain's fried, lost, so goddamn lost in your vice-like grip, your delicious, honeyed moans and that gorgeous face of yours contorting into the cutest grimace. All he can do is fuck you harder, bullying his cock deeper into you, eyes glued to the bump at your tummy, hand pushing down onto it.

You're gasping, twitching, mind unraveling with every thrust, every hot, wet flick against your clit when both their faces lift at once, hovering over yours.

Then it happens.

They both go for your mouth, lips colliding—messy and hot, and you're caught between them. Caleb growls against your cheek as Satoru laughs into your mouth, and suddenly both of them are fighting for your kiss like lions would for their prey.

“Mine,” Caleb snarls, pulling your face toward his with delicate force, crashing his lips to yours, shoving your body higher against the headboard with every ragged snap of his hips. You're crying out into his mouth, helpless against the feral need behind every movement.

“Nahhh,” Satoru pants, laughing breathlessly as he licks along the edge of your lips, stealing kisses where he can between Caleb's frantic ones. His hand works faster on his cock, slick and twitching in his grip, precum smearing across his knuckles. “She knows where home is,” he growls, voice pitched low as his thumb swipes his tip, eyes locked on your teary, bliss-wrecked face.

Your vision is a blur of white hair, brown curls, sweat, and tears. You're full, stretched around Caleb's cock still pumping into you like it's the last thing he'll ever do, while Satoru's tongue slips between your parted lips, your neck, nipples— messy and open-mouthed everywhere as he drinks down your moans.

“Say it,” Caleb gasps, pulling away just enough to pant against your lips, his voice shattering with need. “She's mine, right, pips? Fuckkk, tell me your pussy 's mine—fuck, baby—t-tell me."

"Awww, think she's gone dumb", Satoru coos, jerking himself faster, watching your stomach bulge slightly with each desperate thrust Caleb drives in. “Look at her cryin' on ya.”

Caleb shoots him a warning glare, fighting the urge to punch him in the face before he leans in, knuckles brushing your side as his eyes meet yours. “Shh shhh, baby. It's alright, you're doin' sooo well baby. So perfect f' me, yeah?”

And you are.

Tears streaming, mouth open in a silent cry, trembling beneath them. And when your orgasm hits again, it wrecks you. No warning, no build—just a sudden snap that makes you seize around Caleb's cock, milking him so hard he shouts, hips stuttering.

Satoru watches the exact second you cum, and that's all it takes.

Caleb's thrusts get rougher and sloppier, like he's afraid you’ll vanish if he doesn't fuck you deep enough, hard enough. His hands dig into your waist, grounding you in place as he slams into you, panting brokenly against your jaw.

“Fuck, baby— so p-perfect—'m not gonna last—” he chokes out, voice cracking with the strain. “Wanna cum with you—i-inside you—please, pleasepleaseplease.”

Caleb's whole body tenses, and then he's spilling inside you with a deep, broken groan, hips grinding against you to stay buried as deep as possible, pushing his hot white seed further into your womb while your poor cunt flutters around him.

“Fuuuuck, that's hot— yer so— fuh-fuck! so damn sexy, baby.” Satoru desperatly tugs at his length, lips tugged between his lips has his eyes jump from your messy cunt to your blissful face.

You blink up just in time to see him stroking his cock, slicked in precum, veins bulging down his shaft. His face is flushed, lips swollen from kissing and licking you raw, saliva trailing down his lips before it drips down onto your flushed skin. His snowy bangs stick to his forehead, eyes glued to where Caleb's still inside you, cum dripping out of your stuffed, stuttering hole.

He's such a mess, drool leaking from his mouth like he's a helpless, lust-drunk addict, completely dumb on you, eyes vacant, every twitch of his body a desperate plea for release.

“'M gonna—shiiiit, I’m gonna— gonna paint your stuffed tummy like a canvas.” He groans as his dick twitches at the thought, and then—

Thick ropes of cum spill across your stomach, hot and heavy, painting your skin in messy streaks. Satoru curses through gritted teeth, milking himself with sharp jerks, never looking away.

When he finally lets go of his cock, his chest is heaving, grin half-drunk. “Goddamn,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a filthy kiss to your cum-slicked stomach. “You’re a walking wet dream.”

There's a beat of silence, your breathing shaky, brain half-melted into the sheets until Caleb, still nestled deep inside you, strokes your thigh soothingly, littering kisses to your jaw.

“Sooo,” he begins, voice low and smug against your ear, “who rocked your world harder?

You groan. “Oh my god. Really?”

He grins, biting lightly at your shoulder. “Dead serious.”

Satoru shifts to your other side with a dramatic sigh, propping himself up on one elbow. His fingers trail up your stomach, lazily circling the mess he left there, before he leans down to whisper near your lips, eyes gleaming.

“I mean, we could settle a rematch,” he murmurs, tongue swiping the corner of your mouth. “But 'm pretty sure ya screamed my name when ya came just now.”

“Delusional,” Caleb mutters into your neck, but his hips twitch forward just slightly, like the challenge is already baiting him.

Gojo smirks, dipping to kiss your collarbone. “Hey, sweetie, still got one more round in ya'?” His hand slides between your thighs, teasing. “'Cause I'd really like to win this time. Fair and square.”

Caleb's mouth curls into a grin against your skin, grip tightening around your hips.

“You're on.”

©︎𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙍𝙎 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 2025.

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[wendichester]

please can i request where both Sam and Dean and DOWN BAD for reader and they’re kinda competing whilst reader is just sweet and oblivious :3

-💌

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. sweet, oblivious, you,

summary. dean likes you. sam likes you, too. lucky you, oblivious to it all.

pairing. dean winchester x reader x sam winchester genre. fluff? giggling

wordcount. 902

notes / warnings. the fact that i will NEVER get tired of writing this scenario. ever. keep 'em coming! 😙

It starts — like all dumb things do — with a stupid dare.

“Bet I can make her laugh first,” Dean smirks across the map table, arms folded like a smug bastard.

Sam snorts. “You wish. She actually appreciates wit, not whatever half-baked dad jokes you throw around.”

You’re by the bookshelf, humming under your breath, completely oblivious to the low-key testosterone death match firing up behind you. You reach up for a dusty tome, tiptoeing just slightly. The hem of your shirt rides up.

Dean notices. Sam notices. They both die a little inside.

Dean’s already moving before his brain catches up, slipping in beside you with a cocky grin.

“Need a hand, sweetheart?” he drawls, voice low and way-too-charming.

You glance over, flashing him a sunny, unsuspecting smile that could probably solve international crises. “Oh, thanks, Dean! But I got it.” You stretch a little higher. The book wobbles dangerously.

Sam’s at your side in an instant, shooting Dean a look that screams "back off."

“Careful,” Sam says, steadying your elbow with a gentle hand. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

Dean rolls his eyes so hard you hear it. “She’s reaching for a book, Sammy. Not defusing a bomb.”

“Still.” Sam’s thumb brushes your arm, lingering way longer than necessary. “Better safe than sorry.”

You, adorable and oblivious, just beam at them both like they’re not about two seconds from actual combat over who gets to breathe your air first.

The second battlefront: dinner.

You curl up in one of the bunker’s oversized chairs, thumbing through an old lore book, mind a million miles away.

Dean’s in the kitchen, sleeves pushed up, working the stove like he's auditioning for a cooking show. Sam’s at the counter, chopping vegetables with the focused intensity of a man preparing for war.

You poke your head in. “Whatcha making?”

Dean immediately perks up. “Your favorite,” he says, without hesitation. (He’s guessing. He has no idea. But it’s worth the gamble.)

Sam frowns. “I thought you liked pasta?” He’s already halfway into preparing a damn Michelin-starred spaghetti situation.

You laugh — that bright, easy sound that turns both their spines into melted goo — and shrug. “Honestly? I’ll eat anything. Thanks, guys!”

And just like that, they’re both locked in a culinary death race, throwing ingredients around like Iron Chef rejects, both pretending not to be watching your every move.

Dean wins, barely, sliding a plate in front of you with a wink that says worship me, woman.

Sam, not to be outdone, offers fresh-grated parmesan with a flourish. You clap your hands, delighted by the drama you don’t even realize you’ve caused.

They both look like they’ve been knighted when you say it’s the best dinner you’ve had all month.

The third (and most painful) arena: movie night.

You stretch out on the couch, blanket pooled around your legs, utterly relaxed.

Dean flops down beside you, casual as hell, his thigh brushing yours. No accident.

Sam pointedly drops onto your other side, “accidentally” letting his arm settle along the back of the couch — behind you. Also no accident.

The TV flickers. Some old action movie Dean picked blares into the room, all explosions and bad one-liners. You cuddle deeper into the couch, utterly content, totally unaware you’ve become the center of a full-blown territorial pissing contest.

Dean shifts closer. His knee bumps yours again. This time he doesn’t move it.

Sam leans in, murmuring some quiet comment about the plot that makes you laugh. His hand, warm and steady, brushes the back of your shoulder.

Dean glares at Sam. Sam glares at Dean.

You just sip your drink, clueless, precious, without a single idea that these two men are on the verge of an emotional knife fight over who gets to make you giggle next.

The final straw?

You yawn.

Not just any yawn — a sleepy, trusting, head-tilted yawn that makes you look small and soft and like every secret dream they’ve ever been too scared to say out loud.

You lean, just slightly, onto Sam’s side.

Dean’s arm snaps out, catching your waist instinctively, pulling you half against him instead.

You blink up at them both, confused and sleepy and unfairly cute.

“What’s wrong?” you mumble.

Everything, Dean thinks, stomach flipping.

Nothing, Sam thinks, already plotting Dean’s downfall.

Dean covers faster. “Nothing, sweetheart. You’re just…” His voice dips, rough and warm. “You’re real cute when you’re tired, y’know that?”

Sam’s hand flexes where it’s still behind you, fighting every urge to just tuck you under his chin and never let you go.

You laugh softly, like they haven’t just shredded themselves into tiny pathetic ribbons over you. “You guys are weird tonight,” you tease.

Dean grins, cocky and lazy, masking the manic panic under his ribs. “We’re always weird, darlin’.”

Sam hums, low and agreeable, his palm brushing your shoulder again — a steady, grounding touch.

You yawn again, curling up tighter between them like you belong there. Neither of them breathes for a full minute.

Later, when you’re asleep, curled up with your head on a shared pillow between them, Dean catches Sam’s eye over your hair.

Silent. Battling.

Sam shrugs a little, as if to say, not giving up.

Dean smirks back, mouth twitching with all the trouble he plans to cause. Bring it on, Sammy.

Because no matter who wins?

You’re the prize.

And hell — you’re worth fighting for.

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[yoiisa]

Hey Sofie!! Hope you're doing well! I wanted to make a request for a Wind breaker fic if that's okay!

Can you do a Sakura Haruka x Reader one where Reader's been pining (mutually but Sakura is so dense he doesn't even know what he's feeling) after Sakura for like a while. And like just recently figured out that they've liked him romantically.

I'm pretty sure you know how sensitive Sakura is to romantic stuff, and if you've read the manga, and has like a romantic sensor where he can tell someone has feelings just by the look in their face.

Now, what about Reader is trying their best to hide their feelings for Sakura and Sakura is like 'THEY LIKE SOMEONE?!' And that's the whole plot. They get together by the end of it.

IM REALLY SORRY IF I'M LIKE BEING TOO SPECIFIC ITS JUST THAT THIS CAME TO MY MIND AND I COULDNT GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD 💔😣

Feel free to ignore if you don't like this 🙏 Thanks for reading!! 🌹

this is so cute oml. it reminded me of this time I didn't realize a guy had a crush on me until five months after we stopped talking and my friend was the one who pointed it out (ᵕ—ᴗ—) im suuuppper dense irl!

➜ in my mind, the first person to actually bring it up to Sakura would be Nirei. Like, it would be as they're leaving school for the day, and you happen to be there ➜ here's the thing though: like you said, he can still tell something's up. that blush you're rocking doesn't go unnoticed. he just thinks it's for someone else entirely

"Sakura!" you call, waving your hand. Nirei, Suo, Kiryu, Sakura, and Tsuguera come to a pause as they see you walk over. You hold some small wrapped candies out to them. "I got these in a goodie bag from the arcade. I don't like these flavors so you can have them!" Sakura, cocking his head to the side just huffs. He can feel his face growing warmer by the minute, and he's not about that. He casts his gaze off to the side and huffs, "I don't want your leftovers . . ." but he still takes them! "That was really nice of Y/N!" Nirei says as you send them a wave and walk away. "What flavors did she bring?" Kiryu asks, peaking at the wrappers in Sakura's hands. Sakura rolls his eyes and practically throws them into Nirei's hands. "Tch. Who cares? She just wanted an excuse to come over here and see Suo." When the boys all freeze and stare at him like he's grown fifty heads, all he can manage is a flustered "The fuck are you looking at?!"

➜ and here's the kicker. this goes on for months. literal months of sakura thinking that you want suo, because every time you come over, suo just happens to be nearby. ➜ you also go to suo for advice on Sakura as well, so you're spending even more time with him through that, and it really isn't helping your case here ➜ all of the other boys can tell though, that it's sakura you want, but none of them say anything: nirei feels bad for keeping quiet and tries to change the subject whenever you come up, kiryu says you could do better (which sakura wholeheartedly agrees with, completely oblivious to what kiryu's actually saying) tsuguera doesn't really care all that much, and suo? ➜ SUO THINKS IT'S HILARIOUS ➜ always one to mess with sakura, he's taking this incredibly seriously. he nods in agreement with sakura's assessments, and moans about how "it's too bad, she's such a nice girl but I'm just no interested . . . oh what to do . . ." ➜ and sakura feels bad, so he overcompensates for what suo's "lacking" ➜ he's more warm with you when you walk up to him ➜ if the two of you go somewhere together after/before school starts, like kotoha's restaurant, he'll carry your bags for you. if you see something you like, like a keychain or even one time, just a really good looking apple, by the next day, it's yours. you get worried at first that sakura's spreading his funds low over you, but he just waves you off and says it's from bofurin's influence.

"Sakura, seriously?" you sigh as he holds out a tiny stuffie of a white puppy with a black spot on its eye. "I didn't even touch it . . ." "But you wanted it didn't you?" Sakura asks before gently tossing the small dog to you. "I saw you staring at it when we walked past." "Yeah, but I didn't get it because it's a collectors edition from this brand. This must've been crazy expensive!" Sakura just shrugs. "The owner of that store gave me a discount. Said his daughter knows Umemiya or something. Said he likes Bofurin . . ." You gently stroke the soft fabric of the dog's coat. you do really like it, and the asymmetrical design kinda reminds you of Sakura. Your eyes widen as a hand comes up and pats you. When you look up through your lashes, you see Sakura's face growing pinker by the second. You feel your own cheeks heat as he says, "You wanted it, Y/N. That's . . . that's reason enough." His words are hardly a whisper, and his voice is hoarse, as if he's forcing them out. Still, it's genuine enough that it earns a bright smile from you, and a soft "Thank you."

➜ eventually sakura reaches his breaking point with suo, because he wants you! of course he wants you, who wouldn't? you're smart, talented, and beautiful! suo is so ungrateful for not appreciating you properly, and sakura tells him as much

"What's your damage asshole?" Sakura grumbles one day as he pokes a straw through his juice box. It's hot outside, and he just got finished cleaning up grafiti on the side of some convenience store. "Hmm? What do you mean?" Suo asks as he wipes his forehead on the collar of his shirt. "If you don't have feelings for her, just reject her already," Sakura snaps. "It's worse for you to drag it out and make her think she has a chance with you-" "Who're you talking about?" Hiragi asks, unwrapping his ice cream sandwich. "Y/N L/N," Suo says. "You know her?" "Oh," Hiragi says. "Eh, not all that much. I saw her at Kotoha's restaurant the other day though. She was talking about some guy thing, but I could've sworn she said 'Sakura' and not 'Suo'-"

➜ oh lordy, poor sakura's brain just breaks ➜ like full on short circuits ➜ because what the actual fuck does hiragi mean you were talking about him to kotoha? that doesn't make any sense ➜ but when he looks up at nirei and suo, they're giving him knowing smiles. ➜ he thinks back to the past four months and how you were always trying to single him out from the group. he thinks about the sparkle in your eyes whenever you saw him and how you brighten, and how your smile widens, and how- ➜ HOLY SHIT YOU LIKE HIM-

Sakura body is moving before he can even compute anything happening around him. Suddenly, his entire being is on a one track minded sprint to your side, desperate to see you. You're standing outside, taking out the trash when he turns the corner to your street. You have lounge shorts on, a loose white shirt and your hair tied in a low ponytail. You fluff your shirt's collar to try and ventilate yourself better on this hot day, and as you look up, you see Sakura. "Oh! Sakura, hi-" You hardly manage another word, as he practically collapses onto you. His arms come around your shoulders and he squeezes. "You should've told me, idiot." "W-what?" you stammer, your arms coming up to his biceps. He huffs and pulls back, staring at you. His face is so red, he looks sunburnt, but you know he's just incredibly embarrassed. "I like you too, dumbass. So . . . so you should've told me! I was thinking it was Suo this whole time!" You give him an unimpressed look. "Suo? Seriously?" "Still!" Sakura cries out before shaking his head. He wraps his arms around you in a tight hug and huffs. "Whatever. It's over now anyways. I know everything and you know everything so we're good now." You return the hug, your arms equally tight and nod.

➜ around the corner, nirei, suo, and hiragi stand there, watching the spectacle unfold ➜ hiragi is just incredibly confused, but nirei looks close to tears of happiness and suo's messaging in a separate group chat with nirei, kiryu, and tsuguera. one that they made specifically to gossip about you and sakura

suo hayato: (one attached photo) SUCCESS! ദ്ദി´ ˘ `)✧

[museanddream]

You’re reading is SO CUTE 🥹🥹 How do you think Ona/Lucy’s first conversation/confession about R went? Do you think Ona put 2+2 together, or did Lucy come clean immediately?

Well, anon, I think it goes a little like this:

One Night Prequel Drabble Collection

Summary: Some little glimpses into just a few of the conversations that led to Ona and Lucy inviting you into their bed.

Word count: 1.8k

Disclaimer: I wrote this in about 2 hours tonight. It’s raw, unedited, and probably not very good, nor do I have any intention of ever finessing it. But the anons got my brain working and I had to scribble it down. It’s also really fucking hard to write a fic about an unnamed OC (aka the reader in the main story) from the point of view of two other people while also trying to avoid the icky use of “Y/N”. Anyway, enjoy. And keep chatting to me about the fic - I’m enjoying it and maybe it’ll help inspire me to continue the next chapter.

……

“Sit down.”

Ona has barely made it through the door into Lucy’s apartment - their apartment, now that Ona is back in Barcelona - when Lucy practically manhandles her into a chair in the kitchen.

Any doubt that Ona might have had about the severity of the situation is squashed completely with the four ominous words that follow.

“We need to talk.”

“What is it?” Ona asks. “Is there something wrong?”

“You heard the rumours today about our new signing, right?” Lucy asks, worry etched on her face.

The question triggers a memory in Ona’s mind.

“Yes! Aitana mentioned we were signing her for free from -”

“Well, the thing is…” Lucy interrupts, before Ona can finish. “I used to play with her at City. The first time I was there.”

Ona must be missing something critical, because she doesn’t understand how the prospect of reuniting with an old friend and teammate can cause Lucy to radiate this much anxiety as she paces around the kitchen.

“It’ll be nice for you to play with her again,” Ona says.

“I didn’t just play with her though.”

Lucy doesn’t say anything else. Just watches Ona and waits for her to figure it out herself. The words swirl through Ona’s brain for a long moment, wondering if something has got lost in translation, before it all clicks into place.

“Ohhhhh,” Ona says, eyes widening in realisation. “She’s your ex?”

“No! Or yes. Kind of.” Lucy stumbles slightly over her explanation. “We never dated. It was just sex.”

Ona considers it all. Lucy’s nerves, her serious expression as she asked Ona to sit down, the eventual confession about something that must be years in the past.

And then, she laughs.

“What?” Lucy frowns. “What’s funny?”

“Dios mio, Lucy,” Ona says exasperatedly, shaking her head once she’s got her giggles under control. “You had me worried for a second. I thought you were about to break up with me. Or announce you were transferring to Mexico, or something.”

“You … don’t care?” Lucy asks, like she’s the one not quite understanding things now.

“You’re not still sleeping with her, are you?”

“No! Of course not!”

“Then why would I care?” Ona asks, getting to her feet and closing the gap between them, one of her hands seeking out Lucy’s hip. “I know you had sex with other people before me.”

“I know,” Lucy mumbles, letting herself melt into Ona’s touch. “It’s just … I haven’t seen her in years and I wanted you to hear it from me before she suddenly shows up at training and tells you herself, or something.”

Ona pushes up onto her tiptoes and presses her lips to Lucy’s in a quick kiss, still not quite believing that this is her life now, that she gets to kiss Lucy whenever she wants.

“Then thank you for telling me.”

……

“She’s pretty,” Ona comments, as Lucy drives them home from their second day of pre-season training.

The slight hesitation before Lucy answers hangs heavily enough in the air that Ona knows Lucy is playing stupid, rather than actually confused by the comment.

“Who?”

Ona rolls her eyes.

“You know who. She’s hot. Don’t pretend she isn’t.”

Lucy doesn’t agree, but her silence isn’t a denial either.

“You’re hot too. Obviously. I bet you were hot together.”

There’s a little noise from Lucy’s side of the car. Not quite a snort, but enough to tell Ona that Lucy has an opinion about Ona’s comments.

An opinion that she keeps to herself.

“And she seems really nice,” Ona continues, when she gets no verbal response from Lucy. “Really funny. I think she’ll be good for the team.”

Still nothing from the driver’s seat. Just silence.

“You must have done something really stupid to fuck it up with her.”

Lucy brakes a little too suddenly as the car reaches a red light.

“I didn’t…” She turns in the seat to look at Ona. “Why do you think it was me who fucked it up.”

“Because, cariño,” Ona practically sings. “I know you. And because Jorge told me exactly what you were like when you were younger. What was that English word he taught me?”

“Prat,” Lucy supplies, with a little grumble.

“Yes!” Ona says gleefully. “He said you were a prat when it came to girlfriends.”

“I love that you get on with my brother so well,” Lucy says, as the light turns green and she shifts the car into gear once more. “But the only prat in the family is him.”

……

“Was the sex good?”

Lucy chokes, perhaps on a piece of Ona’s hair considering the placement of Ona’s head against Lucy’s upper chest, and Ona realises that maybe her timing of the question, as they lay together in a post-coital tangle of sweaty limbs, is probably not the best.

“Am I supposed to give you a rating out of five, or…?”

Ona laughs and lifts her head to look into Lucy’s l eyes.

“Not with me.”

“Please tell me you weren’t thinking about me shagging somebody else while I was literally inside you.”

Ona decides that the best course of action is to remain silent and let Lucy fill in the gaps.

It takes a few seconds before Lucy’s eyes widen and she follows up with, “You were thinking about that?”

“You make me feel really good,” Ona tries to explain. “Like, really good. Best-I’ve-ever-had kind of good. So maybe sometimes I wonder how you learned to do some of those things. And who taught you.”

“Maybe it’s just natural talent,” Lucy brags, raising her eyebrows smugly.

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

“Sleep with her yourself if you’re that desperate to know,” Lucy jokes with a roll of her eyes.

Ona thinks of her new teammate, who is exactly her type and who she might already be a little bit enamoured with, who she might already be thinking about sleeping with, if she wasn’t already head over heels in love with Lucy.

She hesitates for just long enough that Lucy reads the direction of her thoughts.

“Oh? You want that?”

“No,” Ona is quick to answer, settling back against Lucy’s chest to avoid having to continue to make eye contact with her girlfriend. She pauses to think, then adds, “Not without you, anyway.”

Ona feels the rumble of Lucy’s chest beneath her as she chuckles.

“You’ve been thinking about it. Don’t lie.”

“Maybe a little bit,” Ona admits, fingers tightening against the bare skin of Lucy’s hip where it rests beneath her hand.

“A lot, more like.”

“Not a lot. Just a bit.”

Lucy’s lips press into the spot where the wisps of Ona’s hair at her temple meet her forehead, arms wrapping tighter around Ona’s back.

“Then let me tell you this,” she says, her voice impossibly low. “Yes, it was good.” In an effortless display of strength, Lucy rolls them over so that Ona is on her back on the mattress, with Lucy holding herself above her. “Now why don’t you tell me more about those fantasies of yours while I make you come again?”

……

“I don’t think she even likes me.”

Ona knows exactly who Lucy is talking about as they wander around the grocery store after training.

“She does.”

“No she doesn’t. We were paired up in the gym today and she didn’t say a word to me.”

“You didn’t talk to her either,” Ona points out. “She likes you.”

“No she doesn’t,” Lucy counters.

“She does,” Ona insists. “I’ve seen the way she looks at you when you’re not watching. She still fancies you.”

“You’re just seeing what you want to see.”

“I’m not,” Ona grins. “She stared at your ass in the dressing room for like, a whole minute today.”

Lucy rolls her eyes, then turns to walk away, the shopping basket caught in the hook of her elbow.

“And who can blame her?” Ona calls after Lucy. “It’s a great ass to stare at!”

……

“I can stop talking about her if it makes you uncomfortable.”

One brings it up one night over dinner, a few months into the season.

“It’s fine,” Lucy answers, pushing her food around her plate with a fork. “I know you’re close to her.”

“But if it’s weird for you…”

“It’s not weird,” Lucy is quick to say. “I promise. I … I still like her. There’s a reason we used to be so close. She’s a good person. I’m glad you two are friends.”

“But…”

“No buts,” Lucy interjects, looking at Ona earnestly across the table. “I don’t mind you talking about her. I don’t even mind you teasing me about her. In fact, I … when I was away with England, I …” Lucy sighs and puts her fork down. “I was thinking about what you said before about your fantasies. The three of us together.”

Ona puts her own fork down too and leans forward in her seat.

“Tell me,” she urges Lucy in a low voice.

Lucy’s eyes flicker up and meet Ona’s over the table.

“I touched myself thinking about watching you two together. More than once, actually.”

Ona feels all the blood in her body rush south. The food lies forgotten between them, hunger replaced by a different kind of hunger.

“Yeah?”

“You put it in my head. I know you’re probably joking when you bring up wanting her to join us, but…”

“I’m not joking,” Ona interjects. “Not properly.” And then, to explain, “Like, if it’s something you were interested in…”

“Are you interested in it?”

Ona pauses to think.

The answer is yes, of course. But Ona doesn’t know if admitting that will hurt Lucy. She doesn’t want Lucy to think that she spends all her time fantasising about somebody else, when Lucy is already more than enough for her.

“I think so,” Ona answers. “I like spending time with her. And she’s hot.”

Lucy smirks across the table.

“So you keep saying.”

Ona feels her cheeks start to burn with embarrassment.

“I don’t need it,” Ona continues. “There’s nothing missing from what I already have with you.”

“But…” Lucy prompts her, gesturing with one of her hands for Ona to continue.

“But it would be fun, no?” Ona replies, as if it’s that simple.

Lucy picks up her fork again and smiles down into her plate of food.

“Then invite her over,” Lucy says.

As if it’s that simple.

It’s been weeks of teasing, weeks of making occasional comments to Lucy about her history with the new signing. Weeks of Ona only saying things because she knew it would never actually mean anything.

Or so she thought.

“Really?” she asks Lucy.

Lucy shrugs like it’s no big deal.

“I already told you the idea turns me on. Invite her over. Or don’t. It’s your decision. But if you do, I’d be down.”

Ona watches Lucy’s face, waiting for some kind of sign that Lucy is just joking, that this is all part of some cruel test of Ona’s loyalty to her.

But it never comes.

So it’s decided. She’ll make it happen.

There’s only one problem. How the hell do you proposition one of your teammates for a threesome without making it weird?

Ona will just have to take a risk and try.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Who Is In Control? (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Black!F!Villain!Reader x Hunter!Gojo Satoru

Synopsis: Sung Jinwoo is the highest-ranking hunter and the most powerful human being humanity has ever seen. So is Gojo Satoru. Both cocky, both confident, and both eager for more power, they compete against each other for each gate that seems to get more dangerous the farther and higher they go. They figure your gate won’t be any different and that you will be the usual big baddie that they need to take care of. Another cog in the system. Until they manage to beat you and find out who you truly are behind your facade. Now the hunters are hellbent on keeping you to themselves. So, what’s another friendly competition? Only this time, the prize is you. 

Chapter Warnings: MILD SPOILERS, Elf!Reader; Kidnapping, Bondage, Manipulation, Hypnosis, Aphrodisiacs/Drugging, Coercion, Dubcon/R*pe, Everybody is HORNY; Touch-Starved!Reader; Drugged!Jinwoo & Gojo

Disclaimer:  I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Got another chapter for y'all! We bout to get into the SMUTTY SHIT next chapter! Enjoy & DON'T SPOIL SINNERS!!! -Jazz

CHAPTERS: PREFACE. ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX.

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THREE: A HOSTAGE SITUATION?

Gojo has never been the one to think much of Gate Bosses. But you? You’re quite the cutie. 

He watches you now as Jinwoo kneels behind you, tying your wrists to a pillar holding up the crystalline-windowed, domed ceiling of your castle. You are out cold, your hair covering your face as your head hangs low, your chest rising and falling evenly under your chestplate. 

Gojo would have preferred to have kept the armor off after assessing the damage of your right side, but Jinwoo refused. “I’m not a pervert,” he harrumphed. Gojo just rolled his eyes, knowing he was full of the purest shit. 

The only things not covered are your pointed elven ears which Gojo finds oddly adorable. He can’t remember the last time he was so taken with a Boss…actually, come to think of it, he can’t remember even really looking at a Boss. They are all just cogs in a machine for him. Obstacles in the way of his destination and prize. 

But that doesn’t mean he hasn’t noticed those brief moments where Bosses seem to glitch if Gojo asks them why they are there. Or the way their words and movements seem rehearsed. Or why he and Jinwoo are the only S-ranking hunters who seem to understand that something is wrong. He had a hunch the moment he discovered Jinwoo, someone almost as powerful as him and seems to keep leveling up. Just like Gojo. 

Hence why Gojo flew to China as soon as the Heroes Guild called him up. While he is ever so grateful to “the system” for the popularity and celebrity status, he is also a nosey bitch and someone who doesn’t like being deceived. If something or someone is behind this, he wants to know. And he has a hunch that you can help him figure that out. 

He will admit that the instant you passed out, he was more than happy to off you and jump to the next level in the system. “Good, she’s out! Let’s kill her while we’ve got the chance!” But Jinwoo stopped him by stepping in front of him. “Hang on, greedy,” he protests. “That ain’t fair. First of all, you’re not winning this, and secondly, you can’t kill her when she’s in this state.” 

Gojo scowled down at you unconscious and then at his colleague. “And why the hell not?” he scoffed. “She tried to kill us first!” 

“Because she was forced!” Jinwoo argued, narrowing his blue eyes at the silver-haired hunter. “Didn’t you hear her? Something is making her do this.” Gojo cocked his head to the side, smirking at Jinwoo. “How do you know that? What, that face and her kiss make you change your mind?” 

Jinwoo’s jaw tensed, but he ignored Gojo’s sly remark. Sometimes, Gojo just can’t help but pick at people. He has chalked it up to his genetic makeup. Truthfully, he only said that to take his mind off of the way your kiss and your face made him feel: hot in the face, tingly all over, cock throbbing and practically leaking for you. Not to mention his pounding heart and the swarming butterflies in his stomach. 

“You’re the one who said all of this isn’t a coincidence,” Jinwoo firmly stated. “I’ve had many run-ins with Bosses who’ve said the same thing she just did. She and every other Boss in this system is being controlled by someone or something. Now, if you wanna find that out and how the fuck this shit is run, then you’d better spare her.” That led to Gojo giving in and helping Jinwoo carry you off to your castle curiosity of his and Jinwoo’s teleportation abilities. 

Gojo watches as you slumber now, admiring the way your lashes fan across your cheeks and how your lips part. Even your ears twitch! ‘So fuckin’ cute,’ he thinks. He is fairly sure that your aphrodisiac powers have a lot to do with his newfound feelings for you, but admittedly, your remorse and immediate surrender had their effect too. He felt oddly sympathetic for you. Protective, even. You’re a firecracker, but also small and vulnerable. Who or what exactly is making you do this like Jinwoo said? 

“That should help her side.” Gojo blinks, realizing that Jinwoo is kneeling in front of you with a tiny body of healing elixir. He tilts your chin up and carefully dribbles the purple liquid into your mouth, tilting your head back to swallow it. Gojo’s eyes tick down to the wound at your side, swelling red and punctured with a tiny cut. As soon as the elixir is in you, he can see the swelling start to go down and the cut vanishes. 

Gojo watches Jinwoo squat in front of you, his nose inches from yours. “You think she was telling the truth earlier?” he asks. “About being forced to kill us?” Jinwoo gives him a look riddled in seriousness and something darker than Gojo can’t identify. “I do, and I think we’re close to finding out why.” He then lays a hand on your shoulder and, with flashing blue eyes, commands for you to awaken. 

“Wakey, wakey,” he whispers, his voice echoing and appearing to be coming from the walls too. 

Immediately, you startle awake with a gasp of air and look around the room. When your eyes register on the two hunters, you damn near have a heart attack. “Where am I?!” you screech. “What did you do to me?!” You begin yanking at your restraints, growing more and more frantic. 

Gojo decides to step in, shoving Jinwoo out of the way. “Hold up, hold up, cutie,” he soothes, his voice gentle and soft. “Relax. Chill out. It’s all okay.” He doesn’t know why seeing you so frightened makes him so adamant to soothe you, but suddenly, his hand is on your arm and he is exuding as much of his energy as he can. He keeps himself calm and envisions ocean waves to pass on to you, making you relax. 

Soon, your screaming ceases, your breathing evens, and your body untenses. “Take a deep breath,” he orders. You do so, your chest expanding. “And breathe out.” Your chest deflates like a balloon, a tiny sigh leaving your soft lips. Gojo smiles proudly at you. “That’s a good…” He stops himself, almost saying ‘girl’. Jinwoo kneels next to you, holding another tiny bottle filled with a blue liquid. “You’re still a little hot. Here, drink this.” You narrow your eyes at the bottle, suspicious. “Relax, it’s not poison. It’s a cooling elixir.” 

To prove his word, he takes a sip of it, his Adam’s Apple bobbing. “See? Tastes like apples.” He then coaxes you to tilt your head back and brings the bottle to your lips to gently pour a stream into your mouth. Gojo feels oddly jealous especially when you begin to drink so eagerly, your lips suckling on the bottle’s nozzle. “Mmm, good, right?” Jinwoo chuckles. “Not too fast. You’ll get addicted.” 

After some time, Jinwoo pulls the bottle away and caps it while you lick your lips clean. You look much calmer now though still slightly apprehensive. Understandable. Jinwoo clears his throat, puncturing the silence. “Well, now that you’re awake, I believe introductions are in order.” He presses a hand over his heart, giving you a small, friendly smile. “I’m Jinwoo Sung. S-rank hunter.” 

You stare at the hunter, wide-eyed and bewildered, before Gojo garners your attention with a wave. “Gojo Satoru, S-rank hunter and the top one in Japan.” Jinwoo side-eyes him, but he ignores it. “You got a name, cutie?” The name just slips out of Gojo’s mouth, surprising even himself. He can feel his face flame as a blush rises to his cheeks. What the fuck is wrong with him? He is never this frazzled around girls! 

“Y-Y/N,” you stammer, blinking in confusion at the hunters. “You…you saved me? I’m not dead?” You look so relieved that Gojo has to laugh. “Seems to me someone was scared of gettin’ turned into your soldier, Jin.” Jinwoo cuts him a sharp glance, ignoring him. “No, you’re not dead,” he answers you, “but don’t be too grateful. We still have some questions for you, and we believe you owe us since you tried to kill us and all.” 

Surprisingly, you don’t put up a fight or argue. You don’t deny it either. You look defeatedly up at them and Gojo just wants to scoop you up, put you in his pocket, and take you away. “What do you wish to know?” you sigh.

But even so, they still need answers. “What exactly is this place?” Gojo asks though not as harshly as before. “Why’s everything so fucked up? You said before that you’re being forced to do this. Do you have any idea why?” 

You open your mouth to reply, but suddenly, in a flash, fear registers across your face. You look as if you have just been caught in something you shouldn’t have been. “I…I don’t know if I can talk,” you fearfully whisper. Gojo and Jinwoo share a look, both knowing that they are thinking the same thing: you are telling the truth. “Just say what you can,” Jinwoo encourages you. 

You still look perturbed and disturbed as you stare at the two, not as if you can’t trust them, but as if you can’t trust them to save you from whatever it is that’s bothering you. Gojo watches your face, noticing your drawn brows, wavering eyes, and your bottom lip drawn between your teeth. You are scared. He can feel it radiating off of you. He knows Jinwoo can feel it too judging by his silence.

“I don’t remember my life before this,” you finally say. “Just bits and pieces of light and memories that I’m not even sure are mine. All I remember is being here one day and hearing one thought in my head: kill all humans.” 

Gojo and Jinwoo once again share a knowing glance. “So it’s the same as the others,” Jinwoo realizes, referring to the other Bosses who have uttered this between battles. Gojo has heard them too, but never thought much of it until now. He always thought that it was just the usual BS that villains utter. But now he realizes that they were all programmed that way literally. 

You finally snap out of your state and scowl up at the hunters. “Why are you asking me this anyway?” you demand. Gojo is more than happy to fill you in. “Because we’re two hunters who died during their raves and were brought back to life for some reason by the system. It’s the system that you’ve been fighting for.” 

You blink at him, confusion registering across your cute face. You then look down at the marbled floor as if that holds the answer. “I-I don’t understand,” you murmur. You then groan in agony, leaning your head back against the pillar. “Oh, my head,” you groan. 

“Now, now, none of that.” Gojo is gentle but firm, bringing your attention back to reality and away from your hurting noggin. Mostly because he doesn’t want to think about how much he wants to make you groan in pleasure instead. “So you don’t remember anything before you became a crazy bitch?” he questions. Both you and Jinwoo glare at him for the terminology. “Not really, no,” you reply. “Just that I’m powerful, and I’m all alone in this world.” 

As soon as the sad, tragic words are out, your eyes well up with tears and you begin to cry. Gojo is startled by your demeanor change and looks to Jinwoo for help. The black-haired hunter looks just as clueless and alarmed at seeing you cry.

“I didn’t wanna kill either of you, I swear! I don’t want to do any of this!” Small sobs escape you, wracking your whole tiny body, making you shake. “I’m so, so sorry,” you lament. “If you have to end me, just do it now and do it quick. I just want to be away from here.” 

You sound so broken, so defeated, and so damn open that Gojo has no choice but to melt. This person now, with her elven ears and eyes welled up with fat, wet tears, is the real you. The you beyond the person he was fighting before. The you that the system has manipulated and controlled for who knows how long. He knows you are telling the truth. 

And now, he can’t resist the urge not to keep you safe. Wordlessly, he moves behind you and begins to untie the knot that Jinwoo tied, much to your shock. “What are you–” 

“Stop cryin’,” he orders. Though his voice is firm, it is soft and gentle. “Death ain’t on the table anymore.” 

“What?” both you and Jinwoo say in unison. Both of you are confused and very suspicious of Gojo’s sudden turn. And with good reason too! He was just hellbent on killing you earlier! 

“I can tell you’re being honest,” he explains, still untying the rope from your wrists. “And plus, I can’t act like harming such a pretty little thing wouldn’t haunt me for all my days.” The rope falls from your wrists and you turn to face him, even as you rub your stinging wrists. There is an innocence in your eyes that excites Gojo…turns him on. “You know, for a villain, you’re kinda cute,” he murmurs. 

The air has now changed. It is thick with tension and all three of you can feel it. Your brows knit in confusion and despite your milky brown skin tone, he can tell you are flushed. As flushed as he is with his pinked cheeks that become a deeper shade of rose the more he stares at you. And the more he stares, the cuter you get. “W-Why are you saying this?” you stammer. 

Gojo quirks a silver brow at you. “Why do you think? Did you forget about that little sneak attack you did on me and Jinwoo?” 

Realization clears the fog over your eyes and you sigh, looking ashamed. “It’s an aphrodisiac,” you explain, referring to the kiss attack. “It helps me weaken my prey.”

Gojo chuckles at this, loving the way the tips of your ears turn a shade darker than the rest of you. You may act all tough and hard, but really, you’re just a touch-starved little sweetie. 

“Seems to me that you’re the prey now, cutie,” Gojo teases. He offers a hand to you, wanting to help you stand due to your legs not being used for a bit. Hesitantly, you take his big hand in your smaller one and stand on your stiff bones.

The two hunters stand with you, their eyes locked dead on you. “I knew I wasn’t crazy,” Jinwoo says, mostly to himself. He too is flushed, his cheeks tinged a slight pink. “I was wondering why I got so…so…” 

“Hard?” Gojo finishes, flashing him a wolfish grin. “And suddenly wanting to put this slutty girl into a bed? The feeling is mutual.” He watches as your ears twitch and your eyes grow soft at the forbidden word. Your subtle reaction only makes him pulse and throb more. “Aw, what’s the matter? Don’t like bein’ called a slut?” 

“Mm-mm,” Jinwoo protests, shaking his head. “More like she does. It’s a front.” He stares at you like one would stare at a dessert plate. He looks at you like the sweet, delicious thing that you are. “And I don’t need to use my powers to read that.” His voice has dipped lower than the naturally deep tone he already has, no doubt making your body tingle. 

Gojo takes a chance and inches closer to you, standing behind you. Jinwoo takes the opposite side and stands in front of you, your face barely brushing his chest while your scalp reaches just above Gojo’s chest. You are now sandwiched between the two hunters with no place to go…unless you were to use some of your fancy abilities. But you’re not and Gojo has a hunch as to why. 

He ever so gently trails his fingertips up your forearm. You flinch, letting out a tiny gasp that makes him bite back a laugh. “Don’t–” 

“Don’t…what?” he prompts. “Hm? Do you really think we don’t know that you want this?”

He feels your muscles tense under his feather-soft touch, but you don’t fight him or shrug him off. Your skin is so soft…supple…hot to the touch. “You were probably sooo hot at the thought of us comin’ here for you, hoping to put you out of your misery.” 

He can hear the tiny intakes of breath that you take between your soft lips, your breasts rapidly rising and falling. You need this just as much as he does. Even someone in the next dimension could see that you’re totally and utterly touch-starved.

‘Poor baby,’ Gojo thinks, feeling his cock twitch in his pants. He can only imagine how lonely and deprived you must have felt being isolated in such a place. 

But no longer. Not on his watch. “Maybe we just might do that, but you need to stop denying yourself first.” His hand slides down to your hand, interlacing his long, piano fingers with his. You allow him, your smaller fingers locked with his. He can only imagine how that pretty hand would look wrapped around his or Jinwoo’s cocks. 

“So can you be good and keep quiet about this?” he asks, his words ghosting across your earlobe. “Can you agree to everything we say, pretty girl?” Jinwoo silently stares at you, not saying anything, but he doesn’t have to. His intense gaze is asking you the same exact thing, never wavering or leaving your face. 

And to the hunters’ surprise, they hear you say, though softly and so inaudibly that it might as well be the wind, a willing, desperate, needy little “yes”.

**********

Taglist: @leviackerman2030 @emonaculate @lnette04

[kpopsexstories]

QUICK FIX GAY #12: NCT Chenle Begging to be Fucked (x Top Male Reader)

This is a 100% gay story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Pairing: Bottom NCT Chenle x Top Male Reader

Content: Doggy style/From behind, Cumshot, Chenle being totally annoying when he's horny

Type of Sex: MEDIUM

Word Count: 1,946

💬 Request: hiii! first i wanna say that i love your nct dream dating ban series. it's been really hard to find stories with top male reader so i wanted to ask if you could do like a special episode where all of the dreamies bottom for y/n or it could be a totally separate thing, i just want to read something with top male reader. i think your stories and the way you write are really good so that's why i'm asking.

Sometimes Chenle is just begging to be fucked, but not in clear terms and he'll never admit it. He won't literally beg, and afterwards he'll claim that it was you who came on to him. He's such a silly liar, but you find it kind of cute.

He does beg though, through actions rather than words. Little touches, puppy eyes, gentle blows on your neck. He can be overly obvious about what he wants and quite annoying to be honest. But that too is cute, and at the end of the day you love it and he knows it. Maybe that's the problem.

Today is one of those days. You're just on your laptop minding your own business. You do notice Chenle as he enters the room but you don't look up. You're focused, too busy to pay him any attention.

Oh no, we can't have that. Not on Chenle's shift. Sometimes you think that ignoring him is actually what turns him on.

He comes to sit beside you. He leans on your shoulder with his elbow. When there's no response he puts his knee on your thigh, causing the laptop to bounce and your focus to waver. He smirks right in your face, begging for you to see him.

“Whatcha doin’?” he asks.

“Working,” you mutter and correct the typo he just caused.

You feel his fingers on your head. He plays with your hair and sticks one in your ear. So annoying.

He scoots closer which causes the laptop to jump again. You throw your hands and roll your eyes, and glance over to see that dumb, naughty grin he has when he's in this mood and you are not.

You find it hard to concentrate when he's like this. It may be frustrating but god is he adorable. You love him with all your heart and have always found it difficult to say no.

You fight it though. You refuse to give in, especially when he knows you're this busy. That only makes him beg more.

A hand on your leg. Gentle at first, then a little squeeze. Nothing.

It moves up your body, fingers slowly lifting your shirt. Nothing.

The hand goes in and feels your stomach. It makes circles around your belly button, and goes up to your chest while you just keep typing away and never look up from the screen. All while the man leans in closer and closer, his warm breath lingering on your skin, always with that stupid smirk.

Still, nothing.

“Mmm,” Chenle moans while he feels you up, and repositions his leg to rub his bulge against your hip. “Mmm, yeah.”

One hand keeps playing with the hair on your neck while the other wanders to your crotch. All while he's staring straight at you from the side, a presence you can feel with all your senses.

That's it. You finally look up when you feel his boner and sexual energy. Only briefly though, with your eyes and without turning your head, because you really don't want him to win.

But that glance is all it takes. Chenle has noticed your subtle acknowledgement and now you're definitely screwed.

Your eyes quickly return to the screen. You type away while Chenle grins and his hand begins to massage the dick through your pants. It fights for space with the laptop, and he shows no care or respect for how it might bother you.

“Naaaw, why aren't you hard for me?” he asks and pouts. You totally ignore the question.

You adjust the laptop to keep it straight, and move it to the side so Chenle's intrusive arm won't interfere with it. He gives the dick another squeeze, and another, and another.

Finally, bingo. He can feel the shaft harden and smiles triumphantly. Slowly, gradually, his light pressure and alluring presence makes the dick expand and grow.

You chuckle, another sign of weakness. Then you shut the laptop and turn to face him, a clear admittance of defeat.

“Are you horny?” you ask sternly.

Chenle doesn't respond. He moves closer still and his touch between your legs intensifies. Your boner grows to full size, and though you hate to admit it the sensation Chenle's hand produces in you is amazing.

You roll your eyes at him and chuckle again. God, that adorable smile. His annoying but irresistible advances, and that soft skin and hot body, are too hard to resist. You knew from the moment he came to sit beside you that you wouldn't be able to fight your urges.

You've long since lost, the day you knew he was the one. Of course in the big picture you've been winning ever since.

“I really am busy,” you say.

No reply. Only a deep sigh and eyes of disappointment, and an even harder squeeze.

“What do you want?” you ask while Chenle rubs his groin repeatedly against your hip. It's a futile attempt to make him say it.

Still nothing, because the man is a master and if he speaks the truth he can't play the denial card later.

“Alright fine,” you say and chuckle, then quickly fly up from your seat.

The laptop tumbles and falls to the floor. It was an accident but you choose to ignore it.

Chenle's face lights up and he swirls around. He grabs on the the backrest and eagerly sticks his ass out for you, while you unbuckle your belt and get ready.

You pull your pants down and whip your dick out. Chenle twists his neck to see, smirking like he's just won the battle, which he has. You grab his shorts and quickly yank them down, and he grunts when you place your cock between his cheeks.

You flap it around, slapping his soft and smooth ass with your shaft. You squeeze his hip and pull him closer, and stick a thumb in his hole to loosen him up.

You play around for a long time, until Chenle begins to think he's being fooled.

“Mmm, just fuck me baby,” he moans, the fatal blow you've been waiting and hoping for.

“Yes!” you cheer excitedly and laugh.

“What, no!” Chenle exclaims and sits up straight on his knees.

“Nu-uh,” you say and push him back down. You forcefully hold him down hard while you position your dick near his entrance.

You use your thumb to push the head in. Chenle grunts again when it expands his hole. He loves it, takes pleasure in it, but now that it appears that he's lost after all you know you'll enjoy the sex that's coming even more. There's just something hot and arousing when you manage to put the annoying man in his place.

The head and shaft quickly slips all the way in. You let go of the root and put both hands on Chenle's hips. You let them glide up and down his sides, pushing up his shirt, and enjoy the feel and view of your boyfriend.

The shirt goes all the way up to his shoulders and armpits. You thoroughly enjoy the view as you waddle on your knees and bend them to find the perfect position and angle. Then you pull firmly on the hips, bringing Chenle's ass and thighs onto your crotch.

The dick goes deep and Chenle begins to moan and grimace. His face twists and it gives you joy and pleasure, to watch him squirm while you give him the thing he's been begging for all along.

You always knew you'd end up here. He knew it too, even before he entered the room. This is always what happens when he's in this mood, unwilling to leave you alone until you've satisfied him.

But the question is, who is really the one who is most satisfied? As much as he enjoys the sensation of your throbbing cock in his cute little ass, you're the one who gets to fuck the man of your dreams until he eventually makes you come.

The sex lasts only for a couple of minutes. Since he came on to you so rudely you feel no obligation to take it slow and he doesn't expect you to.

You quickly begin to pull and thrust, fucking him hard with your pants and underwear down to your knees. The couch shakes and Chenle's body jolts back and forth repeatedly, while you pull him onto your cock and slam your pelvis against his rear.

You're fast and lustful. Your movements fill the room with a clapping sound. This is the only way to shut Chenle up and it works. He leans more and more onto the armrest while you fuck, and enjoys the feeling of all of it. From your hands on his body and dick rubbing his insides, to the clapping sound and light pain from how roughly you handle him.

It doesn't take long before you burst. You announce it by jolting forward a few times, going as deep as you possibly can before you abruptly pull out.

You position your dick over Chenle's ass and lower back, and he quickly twists his neck and in an attempt to see.

You jerk your dick fast and pant heavily. You're already on the edge and quickly manage to go over it. Your load shoots across Chenle's hot body, and he too pants in the air with his mouth wide open.

“Ahh, ahh, AHHH!” you exclaim when you orgasm.

Chenle's face lights up in a huge smile.

“AHHH, AHHH, mmm, Ahhhhhh…”

You gradually steady your breathing and let the dick fall in between Chenle's cheeks. Fresh cum gathers in a puddle in the dimple of his lower back, and drips down his cheeks and near the hole between them.

He twists his torso and extends an arm to touch your chest through your shirt. He looks down at the dick when you let it go. Then he sits up straight on his knees to kiss you, while pressing his ass against your pelvis.

It makes you close your eyes and grunt, and briefly pull your ass back to give your dick a rest.

He loves it when he makes you squirm like this. He knows you've just had an intense experience thanks to his smooth but annoying body. This is exactly what he came to your for, to see you at his mercy and know that you wanted this just as bad as he did.

“So eager,” he says with a naughty smile. You open your eyes and glare at him, knowing very well where his words are going. “You just can't keep it in your pants when I'm around.”

“God, you're so annoying,” you say and laugh and gently slap him on the ass. The dick glides through the crack and falls down below it.

Chenle lets out a moan just to play with you, and you pull him in to kiss his lips.

“Now go wash up and let me work,” you say and push him away.

“I'm not stopping you,” he says and pulls his underwear back up without cleaning himself first.

You decide to let the comment slide, and just smile at him and sigh.

“I love you,” you say and give him one more kiss.

“I love you too,” he confirms and finally gets up from the couch. You sit down on your ass and bend forward to pick your laptop up from the floor, and smile to yourself as you watch the man step out of the shorts and take off his shirt as he walks away.

God, he's so annoying, but you really do love him. And you really do like it when he comes begging like this.

[gakukitty]

00 . SENTIMENTAL - THE BREAKUP

featuring . . . ex bf!aki hayakawa + fem!reader

series masterlist - next

summary . the end of one story, and the start of anoth.. wait, a fanfic?

cw . offensive language and stuff . . a bit sad if u squint (i think )

“Aki, you can’t be serious,” you choke out, your eyebrows furrowing together. This certainly isn’t how you wanted this conversation to go when you first told him that you wanted to talk— you just wanted to fix things, not… end them. “Really? Break up?” You add, tone wavering just slightly. 

His gaze refuses to meet with yours, seemingly focused on the view outside of his apartment. The apartment you two have shared for a while now. Aki just sighs, letting his eyes drift down so he can look at the floor beneath him. He’s been meaning to do this for  days— weeks, even. He knew it was coming, went over it many times in his head, but now that he’s really breaking it all off; he finds himself feeling hesitant. 

“Yeah.” He nods, lips forming into a thin line. This definitely felt worse than he had intended. “Look, name. This isn’t working out— you and I both know that.” Aki says. His tone is soft, almost like he’s unsure of what he’s saying; because he is. Aki is barely sure of what he feels anymore, and with all the stress of his job, it’s hard to juggle his home life with work life. It isn’t working out, he reminds himself. 

“Don’t tell me it’s because of that.. Makima woman.” You scoff, eye twitching as her name leaves your mouth. It almost leaves a bitter taste; there’s something so… off about her. Something that Aki seems oblivious to. Something everyone seems oblivious to. “Answer me.” You insist, narrowing your eyes at the man.

“It’s not.” Aki mutters quietly in response. That statement wasn’t entirely true and both of you know it; while Aki loves you with almost his whole heart, there’s something about her that just pulls him in like a magnet. He doesn’t know what it is, but it’s there. “I’ll probably die soon, anyways.” Aki adds with a sigh, his gaze finally shifting to meet with yours. “You should find someone better than me, name.” 

“What? Don’t give me that,” you snap, tone bordering on venomous. What sort of response is that? Aki always says things like this— he’s so pessimistic about his life and it drives you insane. While you know that deep down, your boyfriend is an absolute sweetheart— to you, at least— he’s got issues. Serious issues that he really needs to get checked. He can’t keep going like this; you know his words are true, he’ll surely die in his line of work. You just wish he’d consider something, anything else other than whatever he’s got going on now. “You won’t die.” You insist; though, you’re not sure if you’re trying to assure him or yourself. 

“Either way, name,” Aki sighs, his gaze drifting away from yours again. The next words he’s trying to spit out feel so heavy on his tongue, Aki’s not sure if he can even manage to say it. But, unfortunately, he does. “I still think it’s best that we break up.” Your now ex boyfriend says, focused on the wooden floorboards beneath you both. He feels sick— so, so sick. 

You part your lips to protest, but every word dissipates at the look on his face. He’s serious; your relationship is over. So, with a shaky exhale, you push yourself out of your seat and stand up. “..fine.” You mutter, hands balling into fists. They clench slightly, before you relax your hands and turn away from him. “I’ll be out by the end of the week.” 

And you stayed true to your word. By the time the next Monday rolls around, you’re standing at the door of your new apartment. There wasn’t too much you wanted to bring with you, because you’ve decided on something. 

From now on, you’re a new woman. No more moping around, and no more waiting for him to change his mind. Who cares if he broke up with you? He was pathetic anyways— a scrawny, annoying, arrogant, loving, kind… caring… no! You shake your head quickly, practically kicking the door open as you adjust your grasp on the boxes in your arms. No more thinking of Aki. He’s from the past— a memory as far as you care.

Even if that means you now have to lay alone in bed every night from then on; a pillow in place of the warm body you once used to hug, listening to the soft sound of his breathing as you slowly fell asleep. That’s something that you won’t be getting back for a while. . . Probably.

© gakukitty please don’t copy my work , repost it and claim as your own , translate , or use it to train ai ♡

[milkybunnybow]

Hi, Milky! I'm Bonbon! (it/she, grownup age 33, kid age 7) Wanted to say that, as someone who has only recently embraced regressing, your stuff is so beautiful! We keep coming back and rereading your posts for bunnies and angels and jellyfish!

Also wanted to ask, would you be at all willing to make something for a CG Applejack, from MLP:FIM? She's always seemed so big and strong and perfect, we like to think she'd be our caregiver!

⋆｡‧˚𝒞𝒶𝓇𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇! ʚ🍎ɞ 𝒜𝓅𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒿𝒶𝒸𝓀˚‧｡⋆

“Ain’t no trouble at all, sugarcube.”

🧡 Keeps snacks on hand; apple slices, warm pie, and juice boxes

🧡 Wipes your cheeks when you’re teary, no judgment in her eyes

🧡 Brushes your hair real gentle, hummin’ soft lullabies

🧡 Packs little lunches and tucks love notes in ‘em

🧡 Tells you stories of the farm, of her family, and makes you feel safe

🧡 Doesn't mind if you're nonverbal or too small to talk, she gets it

🧡 Keeps your plushies safe in a lil basket beside your bed

🧡 Lets you help with chores when you’re in a helpful mood; “you’re my best helper, sugar”

🧡 Tucks you in tight every night with a “there ya go, snug as a bug”

🧡 Always smells like apples and hay

🧡 Reminds you how strong you are, even when you don’t feel it

🧡 Teaches you how to be kind, honest, and gentle with yourself

🧡 Takin’ you to the orchard to pick apples just for fun

🧡 Letting you wear her hat when you're feeling down

🧡 Makes sure you always feel safe, even when storms roll in

🍂 She’s your safe place when things feel too loud, too fast, too scary. 🍎 With Applejack, you’re never too small or too much... Just enough.

Hii Bonbon!! 🍎🌾 First of all thank you so so much for this message, it seriously made me do the biggest happy wing flutters ever!! 🪽💗 Hearing from other grownups in the agere community always means the world to me. As someone who's still really shy about their own regression, it’s suuuper comforting to know I’m not alone. Interacting with other adult regressors like you makes things feel a little less scary and a whole lot more welcoming 💞

I'm so happy you’ve been enjoying my posts. It's honestly the sweetest thing to know people find comfort in them! Though not gonna lie… the sudden wave of attention and nonstop requests lately has had my brain doin lil spinny circles 😵‍💫💌 but I’m doin my best to keep up because I love makin things that make others feel seen and cozy!!

Also YESSS Applejack as a CG??? I'm in FULL agreement with you!! She's such a strong and steady presence, the kind of pony who’d always make sure her little one felt safe and cared for. 🍏🐴💚

Sending you and your system the biggest cuddly angel bun hugs!! ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა💫

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

L x Reader pt. 10: The Billionaire and the Prostitute

Finally got this out, hopefully this will fix my schedule once and for all!

When you woke up, L was still working. Either he got up before you, or never went to sleep. Knowing him, it was likely the latter. He hadn't noticed you were awake, or he hadn't commented on it, but once you boosted yourself upright he looked to your direction.

"Did you sleep well?"

"I slept fine. How did you sleep?"

He knew you didn't like that he didn't sleep, he could tell you disapproved. Despite his own apathy toward others' opinion, he found himself wanting yours to be high of him. "I was productive."

Even with his wants, he wasn't going to lie, not to you. Perhaps, if this were several months ago, he would be perfectly fine with lying. But you were...you were his friend. Friends don't lie to each other.

"Hm, I don't know how you get anything done," you scoff. You stand from bed, still in that slip, and slink to the living room. You'll put on your clothes and go, you can shower when you get home.

He watches you, the way your hips sway. You we're gorgeous. Confident, too. He liked that in you, your confidence. You reminded him of himself in that respect: aware of your talents, with no fear of appearing arrogant in them. Thinking about these qualities in you, it made his cheeks flush. It wasn't lust, or companionship, it was something much scarier. He would make the conscious choice to ignore it. He really, really didn't want to confront what he worried it was.

"I'm leaving," you call. Before he can answer, you're out the door.

Your hands were filled with the gifts he gave you, and as you walk through the lobby, you can feel everyone staring. Jealous much?

Probably not, to everyone else you were just holding an inconspicuous black box. But if they knew what was in it, they would be!

When you get home, you plop the box on your bed and crash beside it, a heavy sigh slipping from your lungs. Then, you turn your head to stare at the box. With more effort than it should take, you sit back up, open it, and take out the lingerie. You didn't take the individual boxes with you, aside from the religieuse, but with careful inspection you find a tag. Simone Pérèle. You stand and walk to the computer, booting it up to open Google.

"Simone Pérèle..." you mutter, probably butchering the name as you type it. You're met with a fancy looking website for lingerie and other underthings. There aren't any sets, each item is bought separately. You click on the first thing there, a simple beige bra.

You pause.

No, that can't be right.

You click on another one, there must be a typo.

¥15,800?

For a bra??? You frantically scroll through the site, looking for the cheapest one. The lowest the prices went for bras was ¥11,500. Maybe the underwear is cheaper.

they were, a mere ¥6,400. What a steal.

So then, how much were the things he got you??After ten minutes of thorough research, the theorized total comes out to ¥42,500.

There's no way he gave you lingerie worth more than your mattress. You rush to your phone, and quickly find his contact.

It barely rings before he picks up. "Miss (y/n)?"

"Are you out of your mind??"

"Many people have said that I am. Why do you ask?"

"You can't spend that much money on lingerie."

"I wasn't aware it was common courtesy to research the prices of your gifts," he snips.

"I- well-"

"My finances are none of your concern. I got you those things because you're my friend. Please, keep them."

Friend.

"...fine. you're right, it's your money. I just think it's stupid."

"Thank you for calling me to share your opinion. Is that all?"

So sassy. "Yeah...bye."

"Goodbye."

You hang up, and shake your head. He really was right. If he wanted to spend his money like that, on his...friend, he could. Who are you to say no? It was really nice material. You settle back into bed, and roll onto your stomach. Back to sleep.

Two weeks later, deep into the night, you get a call. You stir from sleep, the ringing distant and watery despite the phone being less than a foot away. You touch around, and grasp it in your hands. "Mnnn...yeah...?"

"Hello, miss (y/n)."

Of course. "Dude, do you know what time it is?"

"3:32."

"You're so funny," you mock. "Why are you calling me?"

You weren't a morning person, were you? "I...need your assistance."

"What happened to calling ahead? I guess I can come, but you might as well use your hand next time." you swing your legs over the side of the bed, already preparing to get ready. Your job was an unconventional one. groggy or not, you had to show up if you wanted the money.

"Do you speak to all of your clients like this?" he didn't sound bothered, only curious.

"No, just my friends." It was true, really, you wouldn't talk to the others like you do to him. You knew he wouldn't be offended. Maybe it was his age, or maybe he truly was like a friend to you.

"I see. Don't exert yourself with getting ready. Come as you are."

"Seriously?" You didn't want to...because, as you are, you're wearing the slip he got you. It's just that you didn't want to seem like you cared that much. It was comfortable, that's all. If you came in it, he'd assume something more intimate. You'd change into other pajamas.

"Yes. I'll send Watari for you."

"It's late, don't bother him with that, I'll get a taxi."

"Your saftey is a top priority of mine. I trust Watari to get you here in one piece."

Overkill. "Fine, he's your...whatever he is."

"He should be there shortly."

L hangs up, and you go to get ready. You change into a distinctly different slip, so there's no confusion on whether or not it's his, and go about brushing your hair and teeth. Watari arrived within 10 minutes...which is odd, considering a straight drive to your apartment would be at least 20. Either L moved closer, Watari was speeding, or L sent watari before he called you. You find, an hour drive later, that L hadn't moved, which left the other two options. It meant he was eager.

You showed up, followed every protocol despite it being almost 5 in the fucking morning. When you knocked, the door creaked open. He didn't bother to shut it.

You crept into the living room, and L didn't look up. He kept working, made no motion to greet you. It wasn't until you were beside him that he acknowledged your existence.

"Good evening..." his thumb was pressed to his lip, it altered his speech a little.

"It's morning," you correct.

"Good morning, then."

You sit beside him, and stare until he finally turns his body to face you.

"What?"

"Am I supposed to sit here and look pretty?"

He blinks slowly. "Essentially, yes."

Your head tilts in confusion.

"I don't want sex tonight. Only your company."

"Oh. Well...what am I supposed to do?"

"Whatever you'd like. Talk, eat, sleep. So long as you're near me."

"But why?"

He nibbles on his thumbnail. "The last time I saw you, I felt more focused on my work with you beside me. I'd like to see if that's consistent."

When you slept next to him. You weren't sure how that correlated, but apparently it did. "Then I'm going back to sleep."

You sounded more defensive than you meant to, you only wanted to see if he'd truly pay you just to sleep next to him. You got good pay for all sorts of weird things, but doing less than usual was a first.

He didn't have any grandiose reaction, only a short nod.

"How long do you want me here?"

He's silent for a moment. "As long as you'll stay," he murmurs.

There's that feeling again. Like your insides are fondue. You swallow it down. "Fine." You cross your arms, sit back, and give him a long look from the side before closing your eyes. You would sleep right here, sitting upright. No contact, see how he likes that.

You can feel him shift to face forward, now parallel to you.

It wasn't hard to fall asleep, it took less time than it probably should. With the click-clacking of his keyboard in the background, and the lack of light, and the plush material of the couch...

When you woke up, it was much lighter outside. Completely bright, in fact. You felt much more...diagonal? You had leaned over in your sleep, right onto L's shoulder. He hadn't moved an inch. You groan and rub your eyes as you sit up, while L stays engrossed in his work.

"What time is it...?"

"11:42. You slept for quite some time."

"Mmn...is there anything to eat?"

"What would you like?"

"I dunno...a sandwich?"

His typing doesn't stop as he reaches for the phone. "What kind?"

"Um...a ham club."

L dialed as you spoke, and lifted the phone to his ear. "A club sandwich, please. With ham. Thank you, Watari."

And just like that, he hangs up. No goodbye, he just gives his orders.

"Isn't that kind of rude?"

"Watari knows me well."

You look away. "Right." Silence stretches for a moment, before you stand. "I'm going to the bathroom."

You couldn't have been gone for more than two minutes, but when you return, the sandwich is waiting on the table for you, along with a delicate blue tea set, likely for L.

"That was fast." Once you're settled on the couch, you pick up the sandwich to take a bite, and notice L's nose crinkle. It's out of the corner of your eye, and so subtle you almost think you imagined it. "Not a fan of ham?"

"...I tolerate ham on prosciutto e melone. I find it detestable otherwise."

"I can sit elsewhere if the smell bothers you." You surprised yourself with your own courtesy, but he shakes his head.

"No, stay." L reaches for the teapot, fills his teacup, and takes a small sip. He frowns in a mix of confusion and distaste. You watch as he opens the sugar bowl and drops sugar cubes into the cup, one by one.

One...two...three...that was a lot. 6 in total, you counted. Who knows how much sugar was already in there. "Is that really necessary?"

He stirs the drink, and takes another small sip. "Extremely," he sighs, clearly relieved now that his tea was appropriately sweetened.

You take another bite of your sandwich, and watch as he returns to work. "Do you do anything other than eat crap and work?"

He takes yet another sip of tea. "Of course I do. Though, most of my time is spent working and 'eating crap.'" He showered, went to the bathroom, slept, traveled every now and then. Other things, like he said.

You bring your knees to your chest, sort of like him, and rest your cheek on the new support. "Are you close with anyone other than Watari?"

He pauses. There's a distant look in his eye. "Not to the same degree."

"You dodged the question."

"What kind of people have you been close to?"

That wasn't the same as what you asked. He was matching the intimacy of your question, he knew you'd answer confidently if he repeated what you said, but this made you confront the quality of your companions. "Lots of people, physically. Nothing closer than having someone inside you."

You sounded a little sharp. A little...like you were purposefully digging at him. "You dodged the question too."

"So we're even."

"Once again."

Was this hot? This felt kind of hot. "...so, assuming you're just going to avoid anything I ask that you don't like...what will you tell me?"

"There are many things I could tell you. None of them are interesting."

"You have a flawed perspective. Many things could be interesting to me, but not to you."

He takes another sip of tea. "The weather has been on a steady decline for the past several days. The stock market in china is up .2%. Today's date is-"

"Ok, ok. Thats not what I meant and you know it."

He shrugged.

"Tell me something about you, that I don't know."

"...for a time in my youth, I played tennis."

"Really? Were you any good?"

"I was british junior champion."

"How old were you?"

"I started when I was ten. I stopped playing by thirteen."

"Why?"

he sighed. "I tired of it."

Now all you had was questions. He was so interesting, so mysterious. "Do you always get bored of things so quickly?"

"Often, yes. The only thing I've done consistently is my work."

"How long have you been working?"

"Quite long."

You hadn't noticed, but throughout this entire conversation you had been leaning closer and closer. By now, your knees were touching. "How old are you, anyway?" You didn't really question it before, but he was really young to be so wealthy. And, he was worked like a dog, so that meant it wasn't a trust fund. Unless he just liked to do that stuff.

"..." he took a long sip of tea as the wheels turned. "23."

"23?!" You sat up straight. You were...basically the same age. He had all of this, and he was only a couple of years older than you. You didn't know what you expected, he certainly looked 23, you just...never really thought of him that way.

"Yes. And you're 21."

"Yeah..." you mutter, sinking back into the cushions. "Well...I guess I'm out of questions." That really shut you up.

He reaches for an intricately designed mint green teacup, standing on a matching plate. "Tea?"

"...sure. what kind is it?"

"Lemon." He pours your share, and settles it in front of you.

You did like lemon tea. "Thanks." You pick up the cup, and upon tasting it you find it was definitely sweet enough. A little more than you'd like, but it has to be better than how his must be.

"You're welcome." He can feel the new tension. You were jealous of him. That was hardly fair, he had many opportunities that you never got. And, as young as you are now, you were doing considerably well. No debt, a well-paying job, a nice enough apartment. In his mind, you were successful. But what could he say to you?

"...are you interested in anything other than your work?"

"...not really." There were things you liked well enough, but nothing else you'd want to do for a career. You liked shopping, but you couldn't really afford to shop that often...and that wasn't really a hobby. Neither was watching TV, or playing with kittens at the animal shelter despite your apartment having a strict no-pet policy.

"You must enjoy it immensely, to focus your energies on it."

You furrow your brow. "I focus on it because I need money. It's fun enough for a job, I guess. Can't guarantee I'll like everyone, bur that's true of every job."

That reminded him of how you needed a house. When you saved enough from him...would you continue your visits? Perhaps for a time, to pay off your mortgage, but...after that, what would it be? He supposed this arrangement couldn't last forever.

By now you should have ¥50,000,000 saved. To buy the kind house you want, it would only take 10-15 more visits. He had made an error in judgement: what was supposed to be a way to quickly acquire your services with little fuss, has now turned into an obstacle in his path. He didn't want to lose you when you no longer needed him...which was less than logical, considering this should be nothing more than a business transaction. He was vexed.

"...if you'd like to..." he shouldn't. "Nevermind."

"What?"

"I was only going to suggest that if you'd like to persue a different career path, I would be happy to fund it."

Lies. you can tell he's lying, but about what? "I'm good, actually."

He's quiet as he sips his tea. He can tell you know he's lying. It seems you're waiting it out, to see if he'll reveal something else. He won't.

"...well, if it's good with you, I should probably go. I have to pick up my car at 2." You set down your teacup, and stand to brush sandwich crumbs from your lap.

"From where?"

"The mechanic, got it done for free and everything," you boast.

[the-phoenix-and-the-dragon]

This is the face of a man who doesn't realise just how fast he's falling.

Astarion watched as she walked around, talking with everyone - all strangers until a few weeks ago. Now they laughed and poked fun at each other as if everyone had known each other for years. Ravyn laughed, bringing his gaze back to her. He watched her as Gale performed some silly magic trick he thought would impress her.

When they'd first met, Astarion feared Gale. Not in a 'oh he's a powerful wizard' kind of way. In a 'this man is (almost) as charming as me, and I should be careful if I want this woman on my side' kind of way. However, as the days passed, Astarion knew Gale wasn't a threat. Ravyn was under his spell now and only had eyes for him. It had been quite easy, considering her profession. He would have thought she would have been more of a challenge, though some aspects had proven more frustrating than others.

Now he wasn't so sure it had been that simple. He could tell her things he could never and had never told anyone else. Things about his 'condition' - the one other than the tadpole. He told her about his former master and some of the torment he put Astarion through in the past 200 years. Hells, after their first night together, something that still played through his mind quite often, he'd told her about the carvings on his back.

"He composed and carved that one over the course of a night," he'd told her. "He made a lot of revisions."

In Ravyn's eyes, he saw anger about what had been done to him. He saw compassion. He saw a tear ready to roll down her burned cheek. She'd dashed it away so that he'd never know, but he knew. He saw everything in her eyes...except pity. The one thing he never wanted anyone to feel for him.

After that night, they seemed unable to stay away from each other. Something pulled them together, and Astarion felt something he hadn't felt in... almost 200 years.

Ravyn's laugh brought him back to the present. There she stood, resplendent in her silks and bare feet. She smiled at him, holding out a delicate hand. A hand that had managed to bring him comfort and pleasure for the first time since he'd turned into a vampire spawn. She smiled at him, and Astarion forgot how to breathe.

No. It...it was impossible. She...that woman died over 150 years ago. Hadn't she? He'd forgotten her. After all, it was his choice to not turn her over to his master, which earned him one of the worst punishments he'd ever gotten. A year nailed inside a wooden box - a coffin. When he was finally let out, his master told him the woman had died. That she had been the sweetest blood he'd ever tasted.

But the bastard lied. Here she stood with him, beneath the stars. The campfire blazing in her silver eyes. The moonlight glittered on her soft skin. Did she know?? Had she figured out who he was to her?? Bold. Bold of him to assume he'd meant anything to her. After all, she was a prostitute. They, like him, existed for only one reason - to do what they were told.

"Astarion," Ravyn called to him again. "Come dance with me."

"I can't. I...," he breathed.

Her hand dropped away. The smile playing on her lips turned down into concern.

"What's wrong?" She whispered after coming up beside him.

Astarion inhaled sharply and smiled. "Oh nothing, Darling. I'm just...starving. That's all."

Ravyn grinned. "You could have just said so earlier. I told you you could feed on me." She reached out to take his hand but he jerked away. He forced out a laugh.

"As much as I would love to taste your sweet nectar, I need something more filling." Astarion turned.

He didn't hear what she'd said as he half walked, half ran away from camp. His mind screamed with questions.

"Why her?" he called to the heavens. "Of all the people, why the f*ck did it have to be HER! The one person I cared... I swore I'd never drink..."

What in the hells was he going to do now??

[dandylion240]

“Ryker” a small scared voice sniffed as a small boy crawled from a pile of old boxes “you ok?”

“I didn’t give the signal” he pushed himself upright.

“I’m sorry” the boy’s face puckered as tears rolled down his cheeks “you weren’t moving.”

Pulling his brother close he held him as he sobbed into his shirt. “He was a bad man” the boy sobbed over and over again.

“I know I’m sorry” Ryker kissed the top of his broter's stringy red hair.

“I’m scared” he sniffed clutching his shirt.

“I’ll protect you” he promised even as he shivered at the thought of that man putting his brother is a plastic bag. What if he hadn’t come back in time? Would he really have done it? Closing his eyes he tried to blot out the images this encounter had brought to mind. His mother’s screams. Telling them to run.

Gulping in a deep breath he moved to get up. He hadn’t been able to help then but he might be able to help now. “Ty go get teddy. We have to go” he told him.

Nodding the little boy scrambled to his feet and rummaged through the boxes. A few minutes later he came to stand beside his brother clutching a dirty teddy bear to his chest. Smiling down at him Ryker took his hand picking up the bag of food the girl from the shelter had given him they turned to leave the alley they had called home.

Once the tow truck drove away Jayden walked back to the shelter. He waved at Jonah who had come to take them home. “Where’s Evan” he asked wondering where he’d gone. No doubt he’d gone back to work while he waited for Jayden to take care of things.

“I thought he was with you” Jonah said looking around the crowded room.

Brow creasing Jayden walked over to Amanda who was helping serve the evening meal.

“Have you seen Evan” he asked her.

Nodding “he went with the kid from the alley. He said he’d be right back.”

“Damn it” Jayden snapped as fear clutched his insides squeezing his heart tight.

“What’s wrong” Jonah asked joining him.

“Nothing and everything” he mumbled stumbling for the door “where is he?”

“Mister” a familiar voice said as he walked down the sidewalk.

Whirling around Jayden’s eyes locked onto the kid from earlier. “You. You did this. Got him to follow you.” He took a step forward grunting when his brother stepped in front of him.

“He’s just a kid” Jonah reminded him “calm down.”

“I can’t calm down” he snapped “I know something awful has happened. I can feel it. Evan’s out there and he needs my help.”

“Tell me where he is” Jayden lunged toward the frightened kids. Eyes wide with growing apprehension as his feeling that something terrible had happened increased.

Stepping between the kids and and his twin, Jonah glared at him. “This isn’t the way. Calm down. If you can’t than keep quiet.” Squatting in front of the kids like he had all the time in the world, Jonah said, “that’s a nice bear” he ignored the impatient huff from Jayden “my son Eli has one like it. Won’t go anywhere without it.”

“Really” the youngest boy moved a little from his brother’s side “can I see it?”

Smiling a little even as his heart broke for the dirty thin little boy in front of him. “Maybe later. First we have to make sure your safe.”

“I take care of him” the older boy asserted putting a protective arm around the boy’s shoulders.

“I’m sure you do. Sometimes though we need a little help.” He heard Jayden grunt behind him clearly thinking this was a waste time and effort. “Can I tell you something” he asked conspiratorially “my brother tried to protect me too. He couldn’t no matter how much he wanted to.” Sighing he continued dredging up memories he knew he needed to get the streetwise boy to trust him. “Do you know about the no tell motel” he asked using the name everyone used who had ever spent much time on this side of the city.

Nodding Ryker looked him up and down “Nolan told me stories about it.”

Goose bumps rose on Jonah’s skin at the mention of the familiar name. Swallowing back the bile he continued “it’s a bad place.”

“You’ve been there” Ryker stated moving closer like they shared a bond.

“Um yeah” his voice quivered. He’d known Nolan. Shaking his head forcing his mind on the present “I had people who helped me get away.” Glancing up he tried to smile at Jayden “I’d like to help you and your brother the way I was helped.”

“What if it’s too late” he asked eyes skipping towards Jayden then back to Jonah. “I didn’t know what else to do. He was going to hurt my brother. I didn’t want anything to happen to that guy but…” He put a hand over his eyes “my brother’s all I’ve got.”

Jayden moaned as if someone was twisting knives in his side. “He’s got him. Set this all up to get him alone. Vulnerable.”

“Who” Jonah asked not quite grasping it.

“Jasper” he cried “Jasper has him. I should have known better. Should have known he hadn’t given up.”

Nodding his head vigorously Ryker confirmed Jayden’s worst nightmare. “That’s what your friend called him. Honest I didn’t know he was going to take him away. I just wanted to make some money so Ty and I could have some blankets and maybe some mittens.” Swiping a grubby hand across his face “that guy said if I didn’t do as he said he would…hurt my brother. I couldn’t let that happen. I just couldn’t.”

“It’s alright” Jonah assured him “no one is going to hurt you or Ty. You’re safe now.” Standing he turned to Jayden “you better call the police.”

“I should have been paying more attention” he mumbled lost in his own thoughts “if I had he wouldn’t have gone alone.”

“It’s not your fault” Jonah snapped getting him to look at him. “He needs you to pull yourself together. You need to focus and call the police.”

Evan’s head slid sideways bumping into the window. Moaning he lifted a hand rubbing the sore spot. “Where am I” he mumbled as his groggy mind tried to figure out what happened. His hand went to his stomach as if to reassure himself that the the baby was alright. “What did you give me” he demanded turning to glare at Jasper.

“A little something to calm you” he shrugged unconcerned. Reaching across the car he patted Evan’s knee laughing when he jerked away from his touch. “Don’t worry. You’ll soon be begging me to touch you. No one denies me for long.”

“I won’t” Evan shivered reaching for door handle, yanking on it sure that escape was preferable to whatever Jasper had in mind. He could only hope the thickening snow would offer some cushion to his fall. Jasper’s infuriating laugh at his feeble attempts to escape made his eyes mist with helpless rage. Throwing himself into the seat cushions, he demanded “why are you doing this?”

Turning, Jasper glanced at his captive. “Isn’t it obvious” he asked as if he expected Evan to know.

Snorting Evan shook his head “your crazy.” He pressed his face against the window hoping to see enough of the terrain to figure out where he was. He yelped in pain as Jasper yanked his head back by the hair.. The car swerved on the icy surface of the highway.

“Don’t ever call me that” Jasper hissed between clenched teeth.

Without thinking Evan made a grab for the steering wheel. The car swerved towards the edge of the road. Metal crunched as the vehicle made contact with one tree after another as it careened down the slope until they came to an abrupt stop with the sound of shattering glass. The engine made a final splutter before dying completely.

Everything hurt. Evan clawed his way to consciousness. His body ached where the seatbelt held him tight. Blood cooled on the side of his face where flying glass had shredded his skin. Moans had him looking towards Jasper who slumped over the steering wheel saving him from needing to check if his captor was alive. With stiff fingers he fumbled to release the seat restraints.

Crawling through the open window he leaned against the crumpled car, wondering what to do next. He stood in snow up to his knees and it was still coming down. He needed shelter. There had to be houses somewhere along this road. He looked up the hill knowing he could follow the cars path to the road. Jasper would know it too. He could cut through the trees not knowing where he was could mean becoming lost and freezing to death. Not to mention with the thickening snow Jasper could easily follow him.

His head swam as he pulled himself to his feet and began the hike towards the road hoping he could put enough distance between him and Jasper. Breathing heavily he leaned against a scarred tree, holding a hand to his aching side. He should have searched for Jasper's cell phone. At least he could have called for help. His feet hit the edge of the highway they had been on wondering which direction he should go. Back the way they had come or ahead. Which was closer to the help he needed?

Previous/Next

[s-wave-entertainment]

OHHHH YOU OPENED THE BOX. I GET TO TALK ABOUT CYN. HERE WE GO

Okay okay, first thing's first - I high key have a whole fanfiction about J and Tessa talking about what they've been having to do about Cyn, how Tessa feels absolutely awful about it but J feels like it's their best bet. Just as you said, I like to think there are two reasons Tessa locked Cyn in the basement - one of course being that Louisa made her promise to keep her out of her sight (and the basement is one place Louisa would never go), and also, I WHOLEHEARTEDLY AGREE with the idea that Cyn wasn't completely gone when Tessa took her - thus, Tessa had to watch Cyn slowly change in some way she couldn't explain. And Cyn, ashamed to admit the deal she made (and not knowing how to explain it to anyone anyway), never tried to explain what was happening. But because Tessa couldn't identify the issue and needed to keep her out of sight, she went to the basement as Tessa tried to search for any solution she possibly could. And yes, she felt /horrible./ But she didn't know what else to do. She hated to admit it, but the change was /scaring her/ - hence her apparent displeasure with Cyn that we see in Ep. 5. She knew that the drone she brought into the mansion all that time ago... probably wasn't there anymore. But she refused to throw her back out. She wouldn't do it - she/couldn't./

The idea that the abuse Tessa underwent was what resolved Cyn's last impression of mercy for humanity (with Tessa as an exception) is a very good one, and I agree Cyn was probably very angry with her parents for what she saw them do to her, but I don't think she let her hatred override her - largely because she had Tessa in the first place. The way she treated her, the amount of love and care she had placed into her was enough to prove that humanity couldn't be all bad - but these two humans definitely were. I personally think the REAL Cyn resembled a ~13 year old in mentality (I think they were all kids but they had jobs to do so they acted a little more grown, but we all know robot age is. Wack as all hell anyway. Just how I perceive her, idk LMAO), so usually her fear of the Elliotts would override any anger, especially since she was already thrown out once and Louisa already hates her. They'll kill her before she gets the chance to do anything - even if she were to use the Solver, which I personally think the REAL Cyn wouldn't do willingly because it scared her as it pushed itself into her body and took her deeper into herself. This got rambley, but my main point here is I don't think Cyn herself had any say in what happened at the gala that night. Cyn wouldn't have killed all those people, that was 100% Solver - as she was already gone by the time that night rolled around. As such, the "we can no longer be thrown out" likely didn't include Tessa and instead referred to the fucking /army/ that the Solver was building. But... that is a sweet thought.

I do actually kind of like the idea that the threat of "don't come to the gala" was a test... I never thought about it like that. In my mind, the Solver had absolutely no intention of sparing Tessa. Now I personally don't think Tessa died THAT NIGHT (a la the pictures from ep. 6), it kept her alive but not because it had any attachment to her (aside from maybe a fucked up fascination with the one human who ever dared to stand up for her and also the one who cared for and protected her primary host), jut because it wanted to ensure it would be rooted in other planets to assist it in its whole "ending the universe" thing. After all, it's viewed humanity's hubris and greed enough in the manor - after its gala stunt, it knew people would come to observe (I don't know if it knew that it would be JCJ in specifics or not, but it would make sense if it did since it would have to do with drones, a JCJ property) and that they would have /questions./ Questions they'd want answered - and of course, they needed someone to get the answers /from./ It would kill Tessa with the rest of humanity after it /knew/ it had "in"s to other planets. But the added thought that it was a test to see if Tessa would stand with it or humanity and when she went to save her parents that made its mind up for it? That's extremely intriguing and I like that :3

Holy fuck it is a bad time for the worms to wake up I have to SLEEP

I'll make this as quick as I can. Louisa and James absolutely /hated/ how attached Tessa was to her drones - or any drone, for that matter. James insisted on "curbing her trips to the dump," and belittled the passion as "creepy," just to set the stage a little. They already saw her as a morbid freak of a girl, and now she was more attached to robots than anything else like a Weirdo. But let me tell you what - they restricted her trips out, but never STOPPED them. They let her keep taking drones home and dolling them up. Why? I'll fuckin tell ya - blackmail.

This was more a Louisa thing than a James thing I think (though he did find it unnerving, he never said anything to imply he'd use them against Tessa), but that woman knew Tessa loved the drones dearly. She didn't understand and most likely found it embarrassing (I mean hell, she called them Tessa's "dumpster pets"), but she let her keep going out there. Because if worst came to worst, it was something she could use to /keep her in line./ Even more than the goddamn abuse.

"Myrah, where are you getting this?" I'll tell ya. When Tessa "disobeyed Louisa's orders" by bringing Cyn into the ballroom, what was the immediate threat of punishment? No, it wasn't chaining her up in her room - that only came after "Cyn" delivered that cryptic ass line about not being able to be "thrown out" anymore. But why did she say that in the first place?

Spoiler alert, the line was "I said /this one/ (Cyn), out of my sight. Though still can't follow simple orders. [...] Swamp! Dumping your broken drones clogging our library tomorrow, too. Don't test me."

You catch that?

Cyn was the only one Louisa pitched a fit over. But because /Tessa/ didn't listen, she threatened /her/ by threatening to take away the one thing she /knew/ would matter to her, the one thing that could make her listen - her beloved drones.

It was the only thing Louisa knew for damn sure would scare Tessa into submission. And did it work?

You tell me, buddy.

You tell me.

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

1. I would like to know.

Thank you for the ask! From this ask game.

How did you choose their name?

That's a fun question and it's kind of a mixed bag, so let's go:

Caldyn: Probably a GW2 name generator

Seyonna: Borrowed from a book I love

Breannan: Also a name generator, just not sure if GW2 or baby names lol

Lily: Hey what could I name a plant person ok nailed it

Gawyn and Craig: Probably also a name generator. Can't remember.

Josephine: Back in the day for a browser RPG I made a char with that name which I wanted to abbreviate as "Joy" (she was possessed by a demon that wanted her to kill herself so he could take over the body 🥰) Took the name and ran with it.

Valadan: Also borrowed from a book I love.

Tassilo and Pascal: Two of my pets

Damien: Savatage - Damien

Merridy: Baby names site, I wanted a name that has some kind of musical meaning, which has nothing to do with her character at all lol

Riordan: Baby names site, but it was for one of my neopets and I just recycled it XD

Cedric: I think that was the barkeeper or merchant in the browser game I used to play a lot

Eveline: She's much nicer than the resi one...

Gaston: No one hits like Gaston 🎶

Eilis: One of my neopets

Finnian: One of my real pets

Ross: *shrug* It just happened

Lichen: They have green hair. I wanted to name them Moss and that was too close to Ross, and then I remembered Riordan's rant how stupid Lichens are

Irina: She picked her nickname first and I realized I needed the initials I.V. so I went on a baby names hunt

Greer and Decima: Listen, this world boss event sucks and I hate it. At first, I wanted to kill them both, but there's a certain hilarity to only killing one of them (which would make the event fail)

Crystal: I was replaying GW story at that time and arrived in the crystal desert.

Livia: I was replaying GW story at that time and got kind of annoyed by her.

Luca: Also one of my pets

Laurent: French baby names site

Aurelia: Pretty sure I played too much GW and it sounded similar to Aurene.

Mathias (Gabrel): A GW2 raid boss lol

Leon/Corrie/Cecelia/Marian/Felicia/Ed/Brad: *shrug*

A few others are named after friends, enemies, or inanimate objects IRL, which I won't list for reasons. All surnames usually come from a name generator, because I hate surnames.

[lvl1l1]

How the LaDS men react to you leaving a note in their lunch

pairings: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb x F!Reader(separate)

content: corny puns(i’m sorry), tiny bit suggestive, mostly fluff, mentions of meals being skipped in caleb’s

a/n: caleb’s and sylus’s a teensy bit longer bc i got carried away at end oopsies

Xavier

You and Xavier usually ate lunch together, be it after a mission or after training. Perks of being partners at work.

Today, however, was different.

Xavier had to join the analytics department for a debrief after a special solo mission.

He originally planned on flaking and leaving with you as soon as you had wrapped up your work.

But once you had persuaded him a bit with promises of spending the whole day together tomorrow and a long cuddle session tonight, he caved.

You patted his head as he was pouting at you and pressed a small box to his chest, before turning around and waving goodbye.

He barely registered the tupperware he was holding, as he longingly stared at your retrieving back.

Once you were out of sight, he looked at what exactly you had given him.

Taking in the silver box, he smiled to himself.

The corners of his lips turned upwards and he went to sit down on the nearest chair.

You expected him to eat it during a short break during the meeting, but he couldn’t wait that long, knowing you prepared something for him.

He was contemplating taking out his phone and telling you to come back and join him right now, eat the food you had made for him, together.

He stopped that train of thought, thinking to himself that he didn’t want to drag you back here.

With a slight shake of his head and sigh escaping his lips, he went to open the box.

The first thing he noticed was the amazing smell of whatever you had packed him, the second wasn’t the food but a little yellow note stuck to the roof of the lid.

“Hang in there, Xavie.

I’ll make it worth your while tonight ;)”

The tips of his ears turned red, he stared at the note before breathing out a chuckle.

You really knew how to motivate him, didn’t you?

Before he could linger on the note for too long, he heard a chipper voice behind him.

“Oh, hey Xavier! Mind if we join you?”

He saw Tara and Simone put their bags on the table he was sitting at.

He gave them a small nod of acknowledgement, immediately tuning them back out again after.

He hid the note in his pocket, thinking about how to repay you later.

Zayne

Zayne was used to you preparing his lunch for him, he considered you bringing him his lunch during his breaks as part of his work routine.

He loved getting to see you amid his packed schedule, finding a way to sneak in some extra time for you two to spend together.

Unfortunately, today you couldn’t drop by and bring it to him in person, since you had to go on a mission outside of town.

Instead, you had handed him his lunchbox this morning, kissing him on the cheek before heading out.

He usually looked forward to his break because he knew he’d be able to see you.

Today, that perk fell away, so once his break time rolled around, he kept on working on some reports.

Until he heard the notification sound he put specifically for you,

“Don’t forget to eat, Dr. Zayne!”

“I miss uuuu, can’t wait to see u later”

A small smile graced his lips, an expression you easily brought out of him.

“Take care of yourself. I’ll be alright, as long as you’ll return in one piece later.”

Once he saw you were offline again, he put his phone away, finally taking out the lunchbox you had prepared for him this morning.

He placed it on his desk, taking the lid off.

He immediately noticed the small sticky note you had left.

“I’m “nuts” about you ;D enjoy your break, my love.”

Zayne silently quirked a brow as he read the message you wrote for him.

He shook his head as a quiet laugh escaped him.

His face went back to its usual deadpan expression.

If anyone were to walk in, he’d appear the same as he usually did. You’re the only one who would’ve been able to make out his hidden amusement.

Before he went to eating, he quickly pressed the sticky note to the frame of the picture he had of you two on his desk.

He was looking forward to welcoming you home tonight.

Rafayel

Rafayel had been whining all morning.

He was being forced to meet up with some art brokers outside of Linkon.

He had come up with 10 different excuses and 7 different plans on how to get out of this, yet all of his attempts were shut down. By you.

Talk about betrayal.

You had spent the entire morning talking him into going, saying how it would benefit him and how he should just make Thomas’s job easier for once.

Why couldn’t you understand that he just wanted to spend as much time with you as he could!!!

The next best idea in his mind was coaxing you into coming along.

Too bad for him, you already had plans for the day.

“Just get going already, you big baby.”

You had said to him.

“The sooner you get there, the sooner you can come back. Probably.”

You paid no mind to his heart clenching pout(self proclaimed) and just pinched his cheeks.

Before he could attempt anything else, like tripping over a brush and pretending to have broken his back, or blowing up his car(who knew what lengths he was willing go to, just to get out of work? You certainly didn’t want to find out.) you pressed a chaste but sweet kiss to his lips.

“Have a good day, Rafayel. And be nice to Thomas!”

And before he knew it, you were out of the door.

A groan left his lips, as he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

He was willing to go along with anything you had planned today, he just wanted to be with you a bit more.

Finally, wrapping up his sulking once he realised you weren’t coming back and he really did have to get going.

He grabbed his bag and left out the door you had disappeared out of, minutes before.

Fast forward a few hours later, he’d been sitting in some stuffy office, barely paying attention to what Thomas and the man sitting across from him were saying.

“Alright, let’s take five.”

At that, Rafayel perked up.

Immediately getting out of his chair and walking towards the door.

“Always nice doing business.”

Thomas gave him a pointed look,

“Rafayel, we aren’t done here yet. You better not take too long.”

The purple haired man hummed without looking back and left the building as quickly as he could.

While he knew Thomas was probably gonna think he left, as soon as he couldn’t find him inside, he didn’t care.

He got in his car and rested his head against the steering wheel.

He stretched and went to reach into his bag to grab his phone to text you, when he suddenly saw something he hadn’t noticed before.

There was a silver box sitting in his bag.

You sweet, cunning little thing.

He immediately pulled the lunchbox out, a look of intrigue in his eyes.

Of course, you wouldn’t just cruelly send him into hours of boring work, without rewarding him!

He took the lid off, being met with another sweet, sweet surprise.

Your handwriting immediately caught his attention.

“You’re doing amazing, baby!”

A chibi you doing a thumbs up next to the message,

and on the bottom you drew two stick figures holding hands, surrounded by hearts.

He chuckled quietly and if anyone told you about the lovesick look on his face as he stared at the tiny note, he would’ve sworn they were lying.

He reached back into his bag to grab his phone, snapping a picture of the note,

“seems like ur down bad for me lol”

You didn’t have to know about the goofy grin on his face as he ate whatever you had prepared.

Sylus

Whenever he could, Sylus would make sure you and him shared at least one meal together.

He knew, that due to your conflicting schedules, that wasn’t always possible.

By the time you’d wake up, Sylus’s day was slowly drawing to a close,

by the time you’d have lunch, Sylus would be fast asleep,

and by the time he’d wake up, you were finishing up the last of your work.

Yet he’d make an effort regardless.

Whether it be having breakfast, while you were eating your last meal of the day or keeping you company while he brought you breakfast, simultaneously getting ready to wind down after a night of work.

Obviously, that didn’t always work.

Sometimes you two would barely be able to see each other, missing one another due to your complicated relay race of a sleep schedule.

Today was one of those days.

Yesterday was your day off, but you had to get up early today to get to the Hunters Association on time, so you decided to catch up on some sleep and hit the hay early last night.

As Sylus had to get ready to leave, you had finished up your dinner.

Just as you got into the bedroom to call it a day, Sylus was heading out to tie up some loose ends.

With murmured declarations of love, you bid each other farewell. A quick kiss on the cheek, a soft peck on the lips and out the door he was and you were settling into bed.

Morning came rolling around, Sylus was taking longer than usual.

Before you knew it, you had to head out of the door, taking one of Sylus’s many cars to drive back to Linkon City,

not before sending him a quick text, though;

“I’ll get going now. Rest well, Sy!”

By the time he had gotten back to the base, you had long been gone.

He rubbed his eyes as he read your text.

Feeling groggy, he decided to skip his last meal and texted you back a good night message.

Once he had woken back up, he was half expecting you to be back, laying next to him but to his disappointment, you were no where in sight.

He headed to the kitchen as he checked the time.

5 pm. Surely you’d be coming back soon.

Sylus found Luke and Kieran lounging around the fridge and he quirked an eyebrow at them,

“You two usually don’t show your faces here, unless it’s time to eat.”

The twins looked at him, Luke scratching his neck and Kieran going back to looking around the kitchen,

“Well, boss…”

“Your bad luck struck again.”

“Very unfortunate, indeed.”

“Mhm, mhm!”

Sylus looked at them unimpressed, waiting for them to elaborate.

Luke and Kieran looked each other, silently trying to get the other to break the news to him.

“You see,”

“You might’ve just missed…”

“Miss hunter, boss-man.”

“Mhm, you totally missed her, boss.”

“She just left actually.”

Sylus could feel a headache forming, squinting his eyes at his henchmen.

“She was here? Why would she leave so soon, then?”

The twins shrugged in unison. Mumbling something about how unpredictable hunters were.

“She actually got here a few hours ago,”

“Said she didn’t wanna wake you.”

“Something about you needing the sleep.”

He heard one of them snicker, he couldn’t care enough to glare at the one who did.

Sylus ran a hand through his hair and a pointed look was enough to send the twins scurrying off.

He made a mental note to subtly complain to you about this later.

His mood souring after finding out he just missed you by a hair, he decided to have someone bring his breakfast up to his office, as he turned on his heel.

He spent the day in his office, working through a pile of reports and modifying Mephisto.

He sent you a few texts in between but gathered that you were busy, considering the lack of responses.

He was starting to think he shouldn’t have worked on Mephisto today, curious to see what you were up to, that was so much more important than answering his texts.

At around midnight, a knock resounded on his door.

“Come in.”

His hopes that it might just be you crushed, as he saw one of the twins walk in.

“Yo, boss-man, we were told to make sure you take a break. Instructions from the boss of all bosses.”

He placed a lunchbox on Sylus’s desk and disappeared as quickly as he had shown up.

Mephisto started cawing, reminiscing a laugh.

Sylus shut him up with a flicker of his gaze.

He reached for the black box and opened it.

His lips curled upwards into a half smirk as his eyes landed on the post-it note.

“The anticipation of seeing you later is driving me crazy.

Now, eat up!”

He could read you like an open book, even when you weren’t with him, yet having you be so open about your feelings made something inside of his chest bloom.

Even when you were busy, you still made sure to leave your mark on his day one way or another.

The soft look in his eyes was only ever reserved for you and he couldn’t wait to show it to you.

Don’t think he’ll forget about how you didn’t answer his texts, though.

Caleb

Growing up, Caleb always packed your school lunch.

He would cook for you whenever you were home.

And even when he wasn’t home, he’d make sure you were fed one way or another.

That habit never stopped as you two got older.

He loved cooking for you, it’s the reason he learned how to make all of your favourite dishes.

You always wanted to return the favour but a good moment never presented itself.

From starting college and becoming a pilot to becoming the Colonel of the Farspace Fleet, his discipline only increased and so did his love for you.

Just when on earth could you find the time to make food for a man who got up at the ass crack of dawn to work out and make you a nutritious breakfast.

Well, once you found out that this same disciplined man skipped his own meals in favour of getting his work done, you decided to step your game up.

You had it all planned out, you’d take a few days off without telling him, meal prepping for him and getting to his apartment in Skyhaven without telling him.

As you arrived at his place and unlocked the door, stepping inside, your phone vibrated.

“Whatcha up to, pips? ;)”

You squinted around the room trying to see if he had any cameras inside.

Arriving at the conclusion that he probably(hopefully) just got a notification from his door being unlocked, you texted him back.

“Got the day off, gonna wait here until you come back.”

You felt your phone vibrate a few more times after you tucked it back into your pocket, you made your way to his fridge.

Wishing he could see your face of absolute disbelief at the sight of his pathetic fridge.

Empty. Entirely empty, aside from a few apples.

Who lives like this?

Does this man live off of apples?!

You placed all the tupperware you had prepared ingredients in, in his fridge.

Some rice, boiled veggies and proteins.

You’d have to give him a good talking to about this later.

A weird feeling settled in your chest, realising he only really takes good care of himself when you’re around, which is also just a by-product of him taking care of you.

With a sigh you closed his fridge, one more lunchbox remaining at the bottom of your bag.

Still ignoring the messages he had sent you, you left his apartment again.

Caleb was lounging in his office, he still had some time before he had to attend another meeting with the other Colonels and their subordinates.

He was wondering why you weren’t answering him, he was about to check the cameras around his apartment, when a knock resounded in his office.

He put his phone away, knowing he was about to get busy again.

-

His authoritative steps echoing through the emptying hallway.

The nurses and soldiers hurrying off after seeing his annoyed expression.

He paid them no mind, as he unlocked the door to his office.

As soon as he stepped inside, he took his hat off, running a hand through his hair.

Caleb couldn’t care less what the other people working there thought of him.

He gets his work done and he gets it done well.

Nothing else mattered, yet he couldn’t help but feel annoyed at these stuck up old men who dared to doubt his capabilities, be it out of sheer jealous or fear.

They got another thing coming, if they think they could mess with him.

He doesn’t take lightly to his duties, and he doesn’t take lightly to protecting you.

You. That’s who all this was about.

He would put up with about anything, as long as it meant you’d be safe.

Because you were everything to him, his sweet pipsq-

He lost his train of thought as he spotted the silly lunchbox sitting on his desk.

A pattern of red and green apples on it, decorated with stickers that had started to wear off.

It’s your old lunchbox.

He looked around his office, a grin finding its way onto his lips.

You’ve always been a sly one.

He sat down in his chair, inspecting the childish box.

As he took a look inside he was hit by the smell of braised chicken wings.

But he immediately lost interest in the food as soon as he saw the note you had snuck inside of the box.

“Learned from the best.

Eat well and rest well, Caleb.

Or you’ll have to face my fury >:(“

He chuckled to himself, you managed to get into his office undetected, just to drop off some lunch for him?

Caleb loved taking care of you.

It’s what he lived for, but he couldn’t lie.

He liked the feeling of you looking out for him as well.

You always manage to make all his doubts and worries disappear.

He’ll have to get creative with thanking you later.

[celiababy]

Ain't Right part 2

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: It's the holiday season and Joel is a Scrooge.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT MDNI, age gap (56/20), swearing, p in v, unprotected sex, size kink, oral sex (m!receiving), SQUIRT, creampie, threats of violence, alcohol

Celia's note: uhm hello??? what the flip thank y'all sm for all the love on my first post!! I got so many requests to make a part 2 so dinner's ready y'all dig in!!!!

Ain’t Right part 1

Ain’t Right part 3

Jackson looked so pretty this time of year. The Christmas lights, the snowmen, the comfy sweaters and chocolate chip cookies; you loved it all.

Especially gift-giving.

To you, there was really nothing better than seeing someone's face light up when they open a present.

This year, there was someone special you planned to go all out for.

It had been 3 days since Joel Miller fucked you in his house, on his bed.

You hadn't stopped replaying the moment in your mind, especially the part when he finished all over your stomach.

However, it just so happens that after those amazing thirty minutes, Joel was called away by Tommy.

He had to leave and do something that you weren't allowed to know about. Undoubtedly some dangerous mission that pained you to think about.

So your victory was short-lived.

But, like the gentleman he was, he walked you home and made sure you were okay before he left. You wanted to kiss him goodbye, but felt too nervous to do so.

You don't know why—he literally had his cock in you a few moments prior.

Yet you couldn't, and just had to watch him walk away.

Now, you haven't seen him in three days and were starting to get serious withdrawals. Whatever he was up to couldn't have come at a worse time.

You finally had the taste of his perfection, now he was gone, leaving you to deal with your desire alone.

You tried to preoccupy yourself with helping set up all the Christmas decorations around town as well as baking an absurd amount of treats.

You also managed to get him a little gift in the meantime, stuffing it in the cutest box with the prettiest wrapping paper.

God, you hoped he'd come back soon.

And luckily, he did!

You had heard from Maria that everyone had returned from their trip—safe and sound.

She had also told you that she was throwing a little Christmas get-together at her and Tommy's house to celebrate.

She was careful to mention that Joel would be in attendance.

So, that night, you whipped up your signature cinnamon apple recipe and put on your cutest outfit.

You topped it with some fuzzy reindeer antlers because you were in a very festive mood.

As you walked alone to Maria and Tommy's, you were freezing your ass off in your skirt and sweater. You wore tights with your skirt in hopes that it would help with the cold, but who were you kidding?

You didn't care, though. You just cared if Joel thought you looked pretty or not.

You pranced up the steps of their porch, letting yourself into the house and getting immediately bombarded by the hoard of people inside.

Maria made it seem like it was going to be a small thing, but the entire Jackson population seemed to be in her living room.

Thankfully, Tommy catches you come in and walks up to greet you. "Hey there stranger," He grins, looking down at the dish in your hands. "What you got there?"

"Brought desert," You chirp, handing it to him with a proud smile.

"Well well," He muses as he takes the glass container from you, looking it over with surprise. "Didn't think you could tie your own shoes, let alone bake anything."

You roll your eyes before scoffing. "You're just mad because I can tie my shoes and bake something before you can conjure a coherent thought."

Tommy fakes a wince before chuckling. "Alright, touché kid. We're gonna be playing charades in a little bit so stick around, alright?"

You nod, having absolutely no intention of 'sticking around' for charades. Tommy wanders off with your apples, finally giving you a moment to survey the party.

Obviously, you were looking for one person in particular.

You squeezed through all the crowds of people, scouring what felt like every room in the house.

But no dice.

Joel was nowhere to be found and sadness washes over you like a tidal wave.

Was he doing this on purpose?

Torturing you by depriving you of his presence? This was hell.

You plant yourself by the special eggnog and down several glasses to take the edge off.

You were tipsy in no time, it really didn't take much. It was like Maria just dumped an entire bottle of vodka in the bowl and splashed some milk in it. It was disgusting, really, but it was getting its job done.

As you hunched yourself over the bowl, someone tapped you on your shoulder.

You spin around, your hopes high.

"Joel!—Oh. Hi Connor." The disappointment you feel inside displays clearly in your tone.

You're now face to face with the boy who has been unsubtly trying to sleep with you for months.

"Hey there! You look fucking great tonight." He flirts, a smug grin on his face.

You grimace because you know he thinks he's so cool, even though you'd rather die than stand here with him right now.

"Thanks." You say flatly, turning back towards the eggnog and pouring yourself another glass. For some reason, Connor takes this as an invitation to step closer, now invading your space.

You don't even bother trying to hide your disgusted expression. His cologne is attacking your nostrils, and it doesn't even smell good.

"That skirt looks amazing on you." His eyes unabashedly drag along the skin of your legs, making you shiver in disgust. He takes it too far when his hand comes up to brush your arm.

"You come here with anyone?" He coos, leaning against the food table like he was hot shit or something.

You couldn't stand this douche. Just as you were about to tell him to fuck off or something, you feel someone looming over you.

"She did." A gruff voice comes from behind you, and you immediately recognize that it could only be one person.

You whip around, your face lighting up at the sight of Joel.

His expression is settled into a natural scowl, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed at the boy in front of you both. Even though he looked scary as shit, he was so fucking hot.

You're instantly horny just at the sight of him.

Connor scoffs, looking between the two of you, but your eyes stayed glued to Joel.

"Really? Him? But he's like—an old man." Connor spits, which immediately earns a glare from you.

Just as you're about to cuss him out, Joel beats you to it.

"Walk away before this old man breaks your jaw." His voice is stern, not to be tested.

It makes your core tighten with need.

Hearing the threat that he assumes to be all too real, Connor doesn't waste time scurrying off.

You turn back towards Joel, a warm, relieved smile spreading across your face. “Hi,” You whisper, wanting to hug him so bad but holding yourself back because he wasn’t a big fan of PDA. “M'so glad you're back." You do, however, step closer into his personal bubble.

His face softens when he finally looks down at you, and you can almost swear you see his lips curling up into a smile.

"Yeah, me too, kid." He husks out, looking between you and the bowl of half-empty eggnog. "Enjoyin' yourself?" He asks with somewhat of a disappointed look on his face, clocking that you were a little tipsy.

"Now I am." You answer truthfully, beaming up at him. "Have you been here the whole time? I was looking for you earlier but I couldn't find you."

Joel shifted on his feet, sliding his hands in his pockets. "Just got here. Tommy was talkin' my ear off at the door." He explained, an exasperated look on his face.

You laughed and nodded, knowing you both shared that experience.

"Are you having a good time, though?" You ask, actually curious because he seemed like he would rather be anywhere else right now.

He shrugs, brushing a hand through his short hair. "This Christmas holiday crap is givin' me a fuckin' aneurysm." He huffs out with complete honestly, scratching the back of his neck.

"What? Really? Why?" The shock and bewilderment in your voice isn't lost on Joel.

He sighs out, knowing you're about to explain the magical spirit of the season or whatever.

"The blizzards, people spazzin' out over gifts, all 'cause some fat guy is coming down chimneys—s'all just ridiculous."

You want to giggle at how actually annoyed he sounded, but you hold it down.

Grouchy old man.

"I'd let you come down my chimney," you flirt, but then correct yourself. "I have let you come down my—"

Joel shoots you a glare, daring you to finish your sentence.

You know when to cut your losses, so you don't.

"Well, speaking of gifts," You start, rummaging in your bag to pull out your present for him. You hold it up, the pink wrapping paper making him cock an eyebrow. "Merry Christmas, Scrooge."

Joel feels an unfamiliar feeling swimming around in his stomach at the sight.

He slowly takes the box from you, looking at it like it was a puzzle.

He really wasn't expecting anything from you. But he supposed people who have had the other persons genitals inside them should probably give them something for Christmas.

He finds himself very pleasantly surprised.

After a moment, he finds something to say.

"Couldn't find some manlier wrapping paper?" He coughs, his voice low but it's obvious he's joking with you.

You roll your eyes and scoff. "Just open it!"

Joel somewhat grins at your impatience but finally starts to open the box.

That grin drops off his face after he sees the contents, an immediate bittersweet feeling swelling in his chest.

You're watching his face so intently, so scared that he didn't like it based on his reaction.

Joel pulls out the watch from the box, clutching it tightly. He's not saying anything, so you hear yourself start to ramble.

"Do you like it? I just saw that the watch you wear is broken so I figured I'd get you a new one. If you don't like it I can take it back."

You're starting to crumble underneath the weight of his silence, anxiety bubbling in your gut. Just as you're about to ask him if he's okay, Joel finally looks back at you.

"S'real great. Thank you." His tone is genuine, you can tell he's telling the truth. But why does he look so pained?

"Of course." Your murmur, your eyes searching his. After a moment of silence, you clear your throat. "There's one more thing, actually."

Joel's shoulder slump. "You got me another present?" He asked tiredly, looking at you with disbelief.

A guilty smile paints your face before you gesture for Joel to follow you. "It's upstairs. C'mon."

He doesn't know how much more his heart could handle.

Reluctantly, he follows you up the stairs, wondering why you had a gift waiting for him in Tommy's guest bedroom.

You open the door and close it behind you both, purposefully not turning the lights on.

Joel walks into the center of the room, standing aimlessly and confused as to why you hadn’t flipped the light switch yet.

But then he hears the rustling of clothes and when you eventually turn the lights on, you're wearing nothing but a bra and panties.

His cock immediately gets hard.

"What do ya think you're doin'?" He whisper yells, trying to keep his eyes on your face but that proves to be impossible because your tits looked so good in lace.

"What? You don't like it? I bought it for you." You give him a 360 and he has to brace himself against the bed.

Fuck you looked good.

He sits down on the mattress, dragging a hand down his jaw in thought.

He's debating if he's really about to fuck you in his brother's house.

Why were you always making him go against his morals?

A few seconds of silence pass between the two of you before Joel snaps his eyes back to your figure.

"C'mere."

Got 'em.

You squeal excitedly before running over, slotting yourself between his legs and placing your hands on his shoulders.

In turn, his large hands come out to hold your hips, his gaze zeroing in on your perfect-looking cleavage that he was now eye-level with.

Just as he was about to slide his hands up to grope your breasts, you sink down to the floor.

Joel's puzzled as he watches you get on your knees, looking up at him with those mischievous eyes. He truly has no clue what you're up to, that is, until you bring your lips to the bulge in his jeans.

You place the softest kiss on his clothed hard-on, earning a groan from him.

Now he knows what you're trying to do.

He juts his hand out, holding you firm by your shoulder.

"You ain't gotta do that, sweetheart." Joel says softly, probably the softest you've ever heard him say anything.

Your body erupts in goosebumps when you hear the endearing pet name slip so effortlessly from his lips.

"I want to—been wanting to since, like, forever." You murmur, nuzzling your cheek against his inner thigh.

Joel wasn't sure what to think right now.

His past romantic experiences taught him that blowjobs were a hassle for women—something that they did only if they felt they had to.

But here you were, looking up at him with those wide eyes and wanting nothing more than his dick in your mouth.

You surprise him everyday.

His dick has literally never been harder, especially when you finally start unzipping his pants to let it spring free.

You gaze up at him again, waiting for his green light.

Joel had one hand white-knuckling the edge of the bed, while the other gently caressed the side of your head.

He offers a short nod of approval, already trying not to come just by the sight of his cock so close to your face.

You waste absolutely no time in grabbing the base of his dick with both hands, gingerly licking at his tip to warm him up.

Joel throws his head back, groaning at the feeling.

You tilt it up so you can drag your tongue all the way up his shaft, then bring your mouth down on his tip.

"Fuck," Joel curses, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment before snapping back open, not being able to look away from you.

Tears are falling from your eyes the farther you go down on him, the sensation of his head poking the back of your throat was making you dizzy.

But you don't stop. You're eager to please.

Your hands pump at the length you can't reach, while your warm mouth and tongue swirl around him.

You're too good at this, and Joel knows he's not gonna last long.

He can't help it when his hand in your hair turns into a fist, tightly gripping the strands like he was afraid you might go somewhere.

You moan when he accidentally pulls your hair forwards, forcing you deep on his cock. You bet he didn't even realize what he just did, based on the way his chest was heaving and his face looked so lost in pleasure.

You gag and more tears spill from your eyes, but you don't even dream about lifting off. If Joel was getting off on this, you were going to do more of it.

You moan, still keeping his cock in your mouth as you try to go even deeper down on it.

"Oh fuck—" Joel suddenly yanks your mouth off his cock, breathing heavily as he stares down at you.

You cough and sputter at the loss, looking up at him with that same fucked out expression you had last time.

"Why?" You manage to whine, wondering why he stopped you before he came.

Joel doesn't answer—instead he picks you up by your armpits and places you on the bed.

The quick change almost gives you whiplash, but Joel's surprisingly steady and husky voice guides you.

"On your stomach, pretty girl." He mutters as he taps your leg in a gesturing manner.

...Was he trying to kill you with that bedroom voice of his?

A whimper crawls its way out of your throat, your body having an audible reaction to his sweet words.

You flip over onto your stomach, instantly arching your back for him.

Being the impatient man he was, he rips your panties and throws them to the side in a lust-driven blur.

You literally didn't even care. Sure, they were new, but you'd just find another pair. The only two thoughts in your mind right now was Joel and Joel's dick.

Something warm and soft prods at your entrance before slipping to wedge between your folds, gathering up your slick.

You try to push back on it, but Joel holds you still, making you lose the rest of the small amount of composure you had left.

"Joelpleasefuckme," You sob, your cunt weeping for his cock. "need you so bad it hurts,"

You reach back, your hand finding his that was holding your hip and squeezing it.

Joel didn't want to admit to himself how much he loved the neediness in your voice, your obvious desperation made him harder.

"M'gettin' there, don't gotta beg me baby." He mutters, his hand that you grabbed intertwining with your fingers. His other hand was rubbing circles in the skin around your hips.

You feel that same sensation of his tip, but then Joel also brings his chest down to engulf your back.

You're already trembling, but when he begins to pepper kisses down the nape of your neck and back, all while slowly sheathing himself inside your pussy...

You effectively lose your mind.

"OhFUCKJoelloveitsomuch," You blabber, not having enough strength to hold yourself up anymore so your head drops into a pillow, muffling your moans.

Effortlessly, he pulls you back up so that your back is flush with his chest, his one arm wrapped around your stomach to keep you secure.

You rest the back of your head on his shoulder as she starts rocking into you, letting your body go limp because you know he's got you.

"Can you take it or do I need'a stop?" He asks, his tone making you dizzier.

You frantically nod, turning your head to the side to look at him. "I can take it, promise I can," you muster out between moans. "please don't stop—want your cock in me forever-"

Joel chuckles.

God, he really never stood a chance against you.

"I don't know about forever sweet thing, but I'll see what I can do for tonight, yeah?"

You giggle airily, like you weren't all there, nodding your head in acknowledgement. Your eyes are closed for a second but you feel his lips on yours, hungrily taking whatever they wanted.

You passionately return his kiss, mewling into it because his lips paired with the slow thrust of his dick was enough to drive you crazy.

The stretch of his cock is as close to heaven as you're ever gonna get.

His speed picks up which means your moans get louder, and Joel has no choice put to bring his other hand up and cover your mouth.

There's still a party going on downstairs, after all.

"Gotta be quieter baby," he pants, even though he's not slowing down his speed at all.

You whine into his hand, surprisingly loving the feeling of it because it's like he's swallowing you whole.

You feel that tight coil in your stomach slowly start to come undone, and you know you won't last long now. You try to tell Joel, but his hand is muffling your noises.

All the sudden, he speaks in your ear—his voice low and raspy. "Don't want you doin' this with anyone else, hear me?"

...Well.

You weren't expecting that.

His words probably made you soak the sheets because of how wet you became.

He sounded so stern when he said it too, making your heart flutter even more.

You nod, tears pouring from your eyes. He lets his hand off your mouth for a moment and you immediately jump at the opportunity to speak.

"Only want you, only ever wanted you, Joel—m'all yours, always been yours," You mewl after gasping for air, your body jolting with each of his deep thrusts.

"Fuck," Joel swears, quickly but carefully putting you down only to flip you over onto your back. Now in missionary, he buries himself all the way inside you again before dropping down so your faces are centimeters apart. "All mine, huh?" Joel reiterates, and you can't tell if he's mocking you or maybe asking for clarification.

Probably the ladder.

You agree nonetheless, a string of yes's spilling from your mouth.

"Yeah, just for me." He pants, slamming into you with more vigor than before. Your cunt is constricting around him like a vice, he's—not planning to last much longer either.

"M'gonna cum," you whine, wrapping your arms around his shoulders for support.

When Joel hears this, he drops a hand down to rub at your clit, making you come undone altogether.

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck waitwait Joel-" You feel something..unique boiling, but then Joel's expert fingers release the flood gates.

You scream as you squirt all over his cock, your entire body writhing with the overstimulating pleasure.

Your juices soak him. When he see's this, he comes immediately.

He groans as he finishes inside you, unloading into your snug cunt. The feeling is incomparable for the both of you.

Once the haze of perfect pleasure dissipates, Joel realizes what he's just done.

"Shit," he grits, pulling out and watching his seed drip from your hole. "Fuck."

You manage to sit up on your elbows, looking up at him with teary eyes. "Don't worry," Your voice is quiet and cracked—you just had the squirt fucked out of you, after all. "I've been on the pill since we had sex the first time."

Joel looks down at you, stupefied.

Eventually, he feels his heart start beating again and huffs out a sigh of relief. "Thank christ." He leans back against the headboard, raking a hand through his hair and thinking about how that was a fucking close one.

You're lying next to him, still trying to catch your breath. "That felt so good," You manage to murmur, your body still shivering from the after shocks.

After you catch your breath, you turn your head to look up at him. "M'serious about what I said, about bein' yours."

He looks at you and your serious face for a moment, then brings his hand down to gently ruffle the top of your head.

"Yeah, I know you are." His texan drawl prominent.

"I'd let you brand me with a fire poker if thats what you wanted." You say flatly, no joking tone in your voice whatsoever.

Joel is taken back by the sudden jump in intensity, assessing you to make sure you were being for real.

You were, and when he realizes this, he shakes his head. "You've lost your damn mind." He grunts, dragging a hand down his face.

You shrug.

"I think a ring would do the trick." Joel mutters, not meaning for it to have some kind of underlying message or anything. But you're quick to jump to conclusions.

"A ring?" You squeal, moving to lay on his chest which earns a huff from him. "Didn't know we were already goin' steady like that, Miller!" You tease, the giddiest smile on your face.

"I didn't mean—quit. You know what I was sayin'." Joel grunts, looking at you with an unamused expression.

You don't quit though.

"My ring finger is a size 6, would love 2 carats but if you can swing for 3 that would be perfect—also, I hate silver bands, it has to be gold—but make sure it's not that super yellow fake gold, I like more rustic looks, I mean, if that wasn't obvious-" You cast him a glance, alluding to the fact that he was rustic looking.

Joel rolls his eyes before gently nudging you off him, getting off the bed and walking over to your clothes that you discarded a long time ago.

You continue rambling from your position on the sheets, staring up at the ceiling as you recited, in extreme detail, how you loved oval shaped diamonds the most.

He walks back over and manhandles you to sit up. "Lift up your arms." He mutters, putting your sweater back on you.

"Hm, gettin' some serious deja vu right now." You murmur, smiling up at him.

"Yeah, yeah, hush." He grumbles before sliding your tights and skirt back on as well.

The act is so kind and heartwarming. You mumble a thank you before standing up, almost falling back down because your legs were still a bit weak.

Joel made a motion like he would've caught you, reaching his arms out. "Careful." He warns, planting a hand on your lower back for stability. You giggle and nod, regaining your ability to walk slowly but surely.

You guys tried to discretely walk back down the stairs, but with Joel's hand on your back and your happy expression--it wasn't hard for people to guess what happened.

***

A couple days had passed since Tommy and Maria's party.

You were finishing up some hand-made Christmas cards on your desk when you heard a knock at your door.

"Coming!" You shout, leisurely making your way to the front door.

When you open it, no one's there. You look around, only seeing a familiar male figure walking away in the distance. When you step outside to shout after him, you feel yourself kick something.

Upon looking down, a small velvet box lays at your feet.

You pick it up carefully, opening it to reveal a gold ring placed so delicately inside. The small note inside reads:

Merry Christmas. -Scrooge