#the scene when they find will's body still remains one of the best and one of the most heartbreaking moments in the series

[omgeto]

☆ THRILL (h)ER! — SATOSUGU X READER

summary: when watching a scary movie with your two best friends, you cant help but hold onto them tight every time you get jumpscared. but as the night goes on and your fingers roam... wait, what movie were you watching again?

wc: 3.3k (its alll smut guys so give me a medal)

cw: double penetration, praising, slight degradation, gojo and geto bickering, fingering, dirty talk (?) and some fun loving you're their pretty little princess. afab!reader, MDNI

an: guys look I finally posted a fic for kinktober, yay me, I hope you like it since Id say the smut on this one hits different sooo give it a chance. also only big brains will understand the fic title.

KINKTOBER M.LIST.

your best friends, gojo and geto always have a way of making you feel right at home, especially when you find yourself in your favourite spot on the couch – sandwiched between them. geto's embrace is a gentle yet possessive one, his arms wrapped around you in a tender hold that radiates warmth, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your lower back.

to your side, gojo's long limbs seamlessly entwine with yours. your legs stretch over to meet him, creating an intimate tangle of limbs. his fingers trail leisurely up and down your thighs, their teasing caresses sending delightful shivers through your body. it's a familiar and electric sensation that's become an unspoken language among the three of you—one that hasn’t fully been enacted upon… yet.

"i don't know why you insist we watch this movie every year," geto complains, his gaze locked onto his b est friend, a playful frustration in his tone. "you're so predictable."

"oh, don't be a bore," gojo retorts, matching geto's glare before shifting his attention down to you. his voice is laced with mischief as he speaks to you. "you find it fun, don't you?" 

“what? do i like crappy slashers from the 80s with big titted damsels running from a shitly costumed killer?” you deadpan, your sarcasm evident. you could feel the vibration from geto as he lowly chuckles. gojo’s face forms a pout that prompts you to quickly add, “but i love them.”

gojo’s pout transforms into a triumphant grin as your admission earns you a playful nudge from him. “that’s my girl,” he exclaims, giving your thigh an excited rub as he turns on the movie.

geto, still chuckling softly, leans in closer. “well, i suppose if toru enjoys it, we can endure it one more time.” his words carry a hint of tenderness, his arm around you tightening ever so slightly, puling you closer into his embrace.                                                                            

you watch the movie in a comfortable silence, the only noise coming from the tv and gojo's oddly placed screams that you've come to expect every year. his over-the-top reactions to jump scares and gruesome scenes never fail to amuse you, and it's a source of endless entertainment for both you and geto.

geto, on the other hand, watches the movie with a more stoic expression, occasionally shaking his head at the implausible plot twists and unrealistic gore. His hand continues to rest on your thigh, his fingers now tracing soothing patterns as if to counterbalance the tension on the screen.

as the movie progresses, you notice how both gojo and geto steal glances at you when they think you're not looking, as their innocent touches progress into heavy petting. but there's a moment where you all pause, their movements stop, and you all look at each other as the loud sounds of exaggerated moans blare from the screen.

“i always forget this scene is in there,” gojo lies, with a snicker, an appreciative smile forming on his face as he watches the scene.gojo's arm remains draped around your shoulders, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your arm, while geto's touch has grown increasingly intimate, his hand resting on your hip, his thumb making slow, deliberate circles.

“oh don’t bullshit satoru,” geto accuses, taking his hand off of you for a second to send a jab into gojo’s side, “i know you’re getting off on watching this ditzy blonde getting laid.”

“not true,” gojo retorts childishly, “i think there’s better sights to get off on, isn’t that right?” he finishes casting his eyes, not so subtly, over to you.

“well i can’t lie and say the sights aren’t… appealing,” geto grins his hands coming back on you, toying with the hem of your shirt.

“you two are such guys,” you laugh, trying to remain nonchalant even though on the inside the pace of your heart was quickening, and every touch of their fingers sends jolts straight to your core. “you’re focusing on the wrong things here.”

“and what should we be focusing on here?” geto murmurs at you, you couldn’t see his face but you knew a smirk was plastered across it. his challenge hangs in the air as you pause, hesitating as you scan the room, your eyes meeting gojo’s trying to gauge if they are thinking what you are. geto can sense your hesitation as he feels your breathing still as you lean against him, so he pulls his finger under your chin turning your head to face him. “let us focus on you, come here.”

you lean in, his lips enclosing on yours in a deep kiss, you turn your body almost straddling him so you could get better access. his tongue enters your mouth, as his hands work down your body, and as the kiss intensifies, you’re aware of gojo’s gaze on you. you extend an inviting hand toward him, flashing him a smile as you pull away from geto and set your lips on your other friend.

gojo groans as your lips work with his, and his hands go straight into his pants, fisting his dick that has been hard all night just at the sight of you. geto cascades kisses down your neck as he starts to pull your shirt up off of you, you gasp at the feeling of both of their hands and lips all over you.

“h-how long have you two been planning this one then, huh?” you grin, a laugh escaping through your moans, as you let geto get rid of your shirt, assisting gojo with taking off your pants. 

“how long have we known you?” geto responds rhetorically, and gojo nod in agreement, as they both take off their jogging bottoms, leaving you all sitting on the couch in your underwear. there is no more hesitation, or uncertainty between you three—you all know exactly what you want.

“so who gets to have me first?” you joke, your eyes darting between the two of them, their lustful eyes are unmistakable as they stare at your body, their dicks straining against their boxers ready to be suffocated by your tight pussy.

“i get to!” gojo sputters out quickly, but he’s not as swift as geto who’s already pulled you back onto him, his fingers pushing into you without any warning. your mouth parts, as you let out a whine, as his long digits give your pussy fast, relentless strokes, he adds another finger, smirking as your body buckles against his. “hey no fair!” gojo pouts, side eyeing geto, but he can’t help biting his lip as he hears your cunt squelch everytime his best friend shoves his fingers into it.

“don’t worry, ‘toru,” geto reassures, his fingers curling up into you before he pulls it out swiftly, spreading your pussy apart and giving gojo a knowing look, “there’s room for the both of us.”

gojo eagerly drives his fingers into you from behind, his body pressing against yours as he charges your fingers into you. your moans increase as you feel a flurry of digits explore your pussy, gojo’s hand grips on his shoulder and geto hand holds your waist as they both tug your body back and forth in an attempt to get you closer to them.

“s-shit” you cry out, as you clench around their fingers, trying to keep them inside of you. you grind down against both of their fingers, your whimpers encouraging them to twist and push their fingers deeper into you.

“you see how much of a mess she gets for us?” geto asks gojo with a low chuckle, and gojo nods, smiling as the wetness of your pussy allows for his fingers to slide into you with ease, “press down on her clit. hard.”

“don’t tell me what to do,” gojo mutters, but he does it anyway. his thumb going straight to your clit, pushing down on it, smirking as you groan your back arching right into him. 

“see i told you,” geto chimes, laughing as gojo glares at him. geto’s focus shifts to you, as he pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them to your mouth, he holds your chin, placing his thumb on your bottom lip as he raises his eyebrows at you for permission. you nod lazily, opening your mouth, accepting two of his fingers —which are drenched in your juices. “‘toru, you gonna finish her off for me.”

gojo smirks, his fingers working in overdrive, as he adds another digit inside of you and you could feel yourself about to release. geto can tell you're close from the way you bite down on his fingers. “you close? you gonna cum on satoru’s fingers as you taste yourself?”

you couldn’t even respond, as your cum sprays all over gojo’s fingers and geto’s stomach. the boys both smirk at each other, as they hear your high pitched moans and see heaps of your cum spilling out of your pussy running down your thighs. gojo is in awe, his fingers still remain in you and he pushes them up lazily, trying to keep you plugged with your cum. you relax onto his fingers, letting him do as he pleases, as you try and catch your breath your body slumping onto geto’s.

“you did so well,” geto praises in his air, lifting up your head off your chest, pecking your lips softly. “you took both of our fingers letting us stretch your tight pussy, it felt good didn’t it?” 

“y-yeah it felt so good sugu,” you sigh, turning your head to face gojo, as you pull him closer into you, “you both felt so good.”

“you wanna let us stuff you further?” gojo questions eagerly, his hard dick resting on your ass, as rocks against you.

“satoru,” geto reprimands, shaking his head at his friends over excitement. but gojo shoots him a look shrugging as he presses his face into the crook of your neck, practically inhaling you.

“but suguru, she wants us both to stuff her,” he argues, as fingers already go back to your sobbing cunt. “you want that dont you?” he whispers, directly in your ear, slowly coaxing your pussy with soft strokes as he murmurs in your ear. “you want me and sugu to shove our dicks right up your pussy, together.”

“i don’t know if i can…” you hesitate, your voice faltering, but you pull your lip between your teeth, closing your eyes as you think about taking both of them.

“c’mon pretty girl,” geto persuades you, forcing you to open your eyes and look at the teasing smirk on your face, “don’t think we don’t know how slutty you can be. you know your greedy little cunt take both of us with ease, and you want it to, don't you?” you nod your head slowly in agreement, but geto shakes his, “no, we need to hear you say it. use your words. tell us what you want.”

“i want your dicks to stuff my pussy,” you admit, feeling your confidence grow as the smirk on geto’s face widens and you can hear gojo lowly growl in your ear. “i need it.”

“well we have to give our girl what she wants, right sugu?” gojo taunts, pulling you off of gojo and onto his lap, his dick slaps against your pussy. “suguru got to see your pretty face, before, so this time you’re all mine, okay?” gojo says to you, and you could hear geto kiss his teeth, but he obliges letting gojo have his way this time. 

“you ready for me?” gojo asks, waiting for your approval as he lifts you up slightly over his dick, he even looks over to geto he leans back against the couch, with his dick in his hand. you don’t even answer gojo, sliding down onto gojo as you moan together.

geto fists his dick at the sight, “go on satoru, fuck her,” he orders, his strokes increasing as he watches as gojo begin to thrust into you. your hands press down on gojo’s shoulder’s as you start to bounce on him, you lean forward whining straight in his ear, causing him fuck you harder.

gojo plays with your bra strap, pulling it and letting it release against your shoulder, “i don’t know why you’ve still got this on,” he complains, as brings his hands to the clasp of your bra, undoing it. your tits bounce as he pulls off your bra, and both boys smile at the sight. gojo’s fingers pull against both of your nipples, twisting and pulling at them causing you to cry at every tug. “so sensitive,” he mutters to himself, touching your tits inquisitively as he continues to toy with them, loving how with every touch your cries grow louder.

“it’s crazy how we stretched you so well earlier, but your pussy is still tight as fuck,” gojo comments, his words punctuated with every thrust. “i had all my fingers inside of you already, but your cock hungry cunt just can’t seem to get enough.”

“is he fucking you good?” geto calls, feeling himself about to cum, as he rubs against his dick hard. you look over to him and smile, nodding quickly as you wrap your hands around gojos neck, clinging to him as his dick drives into you. geto stands up, coming up behind you pressing a kiss on your neck, “you need me to help get you off?”

“she doesn’t need anything from you, i’m doing just fine,” gojo mumbles, but he lets you slightly raise up off of his dick and he smirks as he feels geto join him, geto’s dick presses against gojo in excitement as they wait in anticipation for you to enclose them with your pussy. 

“don’t be nervous,” geto coos from behind you, nipping at your ear. you look at gojo and he gives you an encouraging nod, and you slide back down onto them hissing in slight pain as you feel them both enter you. “it’s okay pretty, you’re doing so so well,” geto continues to reassure you, pressing soothing kisses down your neck, his lips sucking at your flesh. you all pause as you fully take them both in, and you feel the pain subside smiling at gojo giving him permission to move. 

geto follows suit, and you all move in tandem, fucking against each other. gojo places his hands on your ass, pushing your cheeks in pace with his movements whereas geto’s hands cup your tits, holding them firmly as he spreads his fingers over your nipples, rolling them.

“fu-fuck you two are too big, you can’t” you whine, clawing against gojo’s chest. they were both drilling into you relentlessly, you couldn’t catch your breath as every second you were being double stuffed with dick. tears spring to your eyes, as you cry out in pleasure, grinding down against them trying to get as much as them as possible. 

“if only you could see how slutty our girl looks,” gojo says to geto, as he watches your head fall back, another moan escaping your lips. “her eyes are all glossed over, she’s fucking crying, all slutted out on our dicks right now.”

“is that so?” geto mutters, he forces himself into you deeper, his back hitching up against yours, his clench on your tits tightening as he inches himself in your pussy, his hips slapping against you. “she’s such a good slut, i knew she’d be able to take us well, and look she’s loving it, already creaming all over us, isn’t that baby?”

you nod, your hand coming up to hold geto’s head as he nestles into your neck. you were losing your train of thought, you wanted to tell them how good they felt, how their dicks rubbing against each other in you was all you needed for the rest of you life, but when you open your mouth all that can leave your lips is incoherent words and moans. 

both of them smile, watching as you come undone on their dicks. gojo gives geto a nod, and their hands trade places. gojos fingers coming back to your tits, rubbing and pushing them apart before lowering his head to your chest, nuzzling your boobs. gojo and geto were so close that some things between them didn’t need to be spoken, and they were so close to you that they knew your body in and out. they knew when to push and pull, and where to suck just to get you cumming their lap.

“i’m s-so close, i’m gonna cu—” you try and speak out, but your mind is too far gone for you to finish. their dicks slip out of you as your bounces become sloppy, the pleasure too much for you but geto forces you back muttering reassurance in your neck. and the sudden contact causes you to cum, you release all over both them, but they don’t stop their movements, their dicks driving into you still, pushing back in all the cum you were letting out.

“satoru, we gonna give our girl one final stuffing?” geto prompts, and gojo nods, they both give you one final push and you could feel your pussy stretch as their cum sprays your walls. you wail out, the tears streaming your face as your body jerks forward, feeling their dicks go limp inside of you as you all pant in pleasure.

“that was fucking amazing,” gojo praises, a blissful smile on his face as he leans back his head resting on his arms. you return his smile, your lips meeting his in a quick kiss, that he groans at as you pull away. you come off his dick slowly, all of your eyes staring at the ropes of cum that immediately spill out of your pussy as he unplugs you. 

geto turns your head to face him, his dick still lodged deeply inside of you, he pulls you into a long kiss, his mouth smothering yours. he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, roughly biting down on it before releasing you, his hand cupping your chin, forcing you to stare up at him “you’re mine, my pretty slutty mess.”

“um she’s ours,” gojo chimes in, but geto shrugs, not caring to listen to your other friend. geto, finally pulls you off his dick, and your pussy clenches around nothing, already missing the feeling of their dicks.

“you too always know to take good care of me,” you exhale, exhausted your pussy sore about being stretched open by the two of them. geto pulls you back into his original hold, leaning back against his chest, and your legs stretch over gojo’s lap. but this time instead of innocent gentle touches, geto’s hands lazily tug at your nipples, and gojo caresses your naked thighs, his fingers flicking at your clit every now and again.

“that’s what friends are for,” geto muses, pressing his lips against your cheek before saying, “now satoru, are you gonna press play on this shitty movie or what?”

AN: ight so there you have it my FIRST FIC of kinktober, what do you guys think I need to hear all your thoughts since Ooooof this took me so long to write. so I hope it is worth it. also if you see my bias towards geto during this then LOOK AWAY, im sorry gojo stans but im a geto lover foreverrr. but yeahhh lmk ur thoughts stay tuned for my other kink tober fics which WILL be on time I promise smooches.

[jigeuminunbich]

what a girl wants | park jisung (m)

synopsis — after tapping out early into your first-time, jisung refuses to be a fool in front of you again. gathering reinforcements, he arms himself in preparation to please you when the next time comes for you both to be intimate. and boy, does he learn a lot.

genre — nonidol!au (inexperienced!jisung x experienced!reader), fem!reader, mature (smut), and established relationship

minors dni, please ! (nsfw tags under the cut)

content — probably needs another proof read, men explaining sex, multiple scenes of ji lasting a millisecond (jk, jk), pet-names (pretty, babe, baby), reader naturally takes on a bit of a dominate role, brief missionary, cunniligus, overstimulation, hair-pulling, unprotected probone, even more missionary, ear play + sucking, creampie, and a tiny off-hand joke about dh offering to fawk jisung

word count — 6k

author’s note — listen, ik virtually everyone came out of tds3 loving chenle (rightfully so) but personally, i’ve been on jisung timing since my stop teehee 🤭

I. ACT ONE

Jisung had dreamed of this moment much more than he’d care to admit to. You both had been dating for nearly a year and had yet gotten to the point of stark intimacy, well, until now.

It was breathtaking really, seeing you under him. He couldn’t believe this was his reality, that you were actually doing this with him. That was all he could think about when you first initiated it. He let you take the lead, per usual, but this time it reached a point where he was eager to agree when you asked if he was ready.

Though, at this moment, he was coming to regret that excited confirmation he had delivered earlier.

“Oh,” you verbalized from the junction of Jisung’s neck following the sudden stall in his movements. “Did you…?”

A faint whimper escapes from Jisung’s lips, visibly coming down from his evident climax. You watch as Jisung’s eyes flutter open, his face soon contorting into a look of sheer horror, dropping his head to where your bodies met to witness the scene completely for himself.

“Oh my god…” he mumbles in what you read as bewilderment, his head snapping back to speak to you.

“___, I am so sorry.” Jisung sputters out immediately.

A fond laugh fights its way through you, and you shake your head to mask it away. “No, no. It’s okay, Ji’…”

You try to comfort him, but his flushed face remains puffy with frustration. Your hands that come to coddle his bloated cheeks do little to soothe his nerves. Jisung huffs, undoubtedly upset with himself.

“Hey, look at me.” You urge his gaze to meet your own, he finds your eyes soft and a tender smile playing at your lips. Jisung finds his heart rate slowing at this, the pad of your thumb that smoothes over his tense jaw aiding in his relaxation.

“We can stop, if you want?”

Jisung inhales sharply, squeezing his eyes shut as if once he opens them back up that this moment will have never happened. But you’re still there, waiting patiently for his answer.

He thinks for a moment. There was a thought that spoke to him, to keep going as he knew how long you both had waited for this night. But the weight of his reality felt like it was physically crushing him too much to listen.

“Uh, yeah. I think that’d be best…” He answers meekly and you reluctantly nod.

His room falls silent besides from the rustling of you assisting him with pulling out and the bed creaking under his weight as he plops in the spot next to your body. You regretfully sit up after only experiencing time on your back momentarily, sparing a solemn look to Jisung who’s large hands hide his face.

“You okay?” Your voice is gentle as you probe him.

Jisung clears his throat, revealing his face briefly when he sits up on his elbows to address you. It’s painted a furious pink from what you assume is his embarrassment and shimmers with sweat. “Yeah, I just—uh— need a minute.”

Understanding of him, you decide to slip away to handle yourself. “Okay, well, I’ll be in the bathroom.”

“Mhm.” Jisung nods, watching you intently as you slide from the mattress, grabbing his once discarded tee, and trail to the nearby bathroom before disappearing behind the door.

His body meets his bed again with a thud, shielding his hot face away with his hands once again.

II. JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE

It takes a number of business days before Jisung can even work up the courage to see you in person, let alone mention what had transpired that night. The memory had been gnawing away at him since, every time he blinked, or tried to sleep, your nonplus reaction to his “premature” arrival was all he could see.

There was no way he could bring it up in conversation just yet… at least not to you.

“You what?!” Renjun exclaims in absolute horror.

“He lasted thirty seconds!” Chenle gleefully responds for Jisung, still coming down from the belly-splitting laughing fit he had just went through before informing Renjun.

Brazenly (and stupidly), Jisung had decided he was fed up with his set of circumstances— trusting his best-friend and roommate, Chenle, with the information that had landed him in this unfortunate position.

But very quickly, he realized just how much of a mistake that was.

Jisung sighs frustratedly— sparing the brunette a piercing glare before angling his attention back to Renjun, “It was more like a minute and a half…”

“Oh, Jisung, that’s still not good.” Renjun comes over, slowly sitting on the opposite side of his junior.

“I know.” Jisung physically slumps in his spot, a cutesy pout on his face.

A tight-lipped, earnest smile graces Renjun’s face and he places a comforting hand on Jisung’s shoulder. “Did you at least help her?”

Jisung asks blankly, confused. “With what?”

Renjun pauses alongside Chenle, both of them sharing a horrified look while Jisung looks between them like a neonate dear.

“You didn’t help her?!” Chenle screeches, eyes bulging and eyebrows angled in complete confusion.

“Do what?!” Jisung bellows, now frustrated.

“Jisung, even I know what you’re supposed to do for your girlfriend in the event you.. finish early…” Renjun voices deeply and careful enough for his friend’s digestion.

Jisung pauses for a moment, picking apart Renjun’s words before making a face of understanding.“I— oh, well she said she’d take care of it!”

“Still,” Renjun sighs, taking a moment to calm himself. “you’re supposed to offer, man.”

“I’ve got to tell Mark about this…” Chenle shakes his head, already typing in the group chat.

III. SECOND OPINION(S)

“Dude…”

Mark’s face is twisted in an expression Jisung can only decipher as disbelief, a common emotion he’s encountered since filling in his friend group on his situation.

“I know, I know. It’s not a good look.”

Donghyuck scoffs amusedly, having stopped in on the conversation after overhearing the absurd topic. “It’s an awful look, actually. How do you cum in thirty seconds without getting your girl off after?”

“It wasn’t—“ Jisung sighs, gathering himself. “I don’t know. I have no idea what I’m doing.” He recedes, sinking into the material of the couch that supported him, Mark, and Jaemin.

“Well, ___ knows this, right?” Jeno pipes from beside Donghyuck after remaining silent the whole debriefing session.

Jisung shifts in his spot, shrinking from the burning gazes of his friends as they wait for him to overshare. “Yeah, I mean, we talked about it before. But she has experience, and— I dunno— I thought I’d at least do okay…”

“Ah, Jisung. No ones ever perfect doing anything for the first time.” Jaemin plants a rather rough yet consoling pat on the younger’s back.

“I was.” Donghyuck interjects, a smug look on his face while shrugging his shoulders.

Renjun scoffs, shoving the back of the former’s head from his positioning— leaning over the same couch Donghyuck happened to be sprawled across. “You cried.”

“Aht!“ Donghyuck rubs his head, snapping around to correct his friend. “That was the second time!”

Mark sighs deeply, drawing the attention away from his friends’ squabble. “Jisung, have you both talked about it since?”

Jisung anxiously plays with his ear, pouting. “Well, no, even if I wanted to I just don’t know what I’d say…” It was a true concern for him. He had muddled over the scenario in his about a dozen times at this point, and every time he couldn’t find the appropriate words to say to you— even if you weren’t even really there.

“Sorry for only lasting thirty seconds?” Chenle wickedly suggests, earning yet another warning glare from Jisung.

“Ou, if you don’t know how to say it, you could always get a cake!” Donghyuck piles on, promptly earning another wack to his head— this time Jeno is the unamused culprit.

“Look, next time you see her, just be honest.” Jaemin advises, effectively drowning out the whining of his battered friend who claimed Chenle deserves the lashings because he commented first.

Jisung nods, considering it but not with another issue forming in his mind. “Okay, well… what about… you know...”

“The sex?” A handful of them chime in response.

The younger boy’s lips form a tight, shy line, obviously still finding the topic a bit taboo. “Yes, yes— that. What am I supposed to do? I don’t want a repeat of last time…”

“Just watch a bunch of porn, that’s what I did.” Donghyuck recommends, still testing his luck.

Exhausted, Renjun simply lets his eyes pierce into the back of his friend’s head for a moment before sighing.

“How about we don’t do that and just give you some pointers, hmm?”

Jisung claps his hands together, liking that nugget of advice way more than Donghyuck’s, who sits offended, tongue infamously poking his cheek.

“Okay, sounds good.”

IV. H.T.P.A.S.Y.G 101

Now, when Jisung was told that everyone would be meeting in he, Chenle, and Renjun’s shared living room to “give him pointers”, he didn’t necessarily expect to be surrounded by his friends while his television displayed a slide show.

Surprisingly, Donghyuck ran the operation with his laptop perched on the armrest on the opposite couch, even after his treatment the other night.

“Alright, Jisung, welcome to how to please and satisfy your girl 1-0-1!” Donghyuck stands at the center of the room, gesturing towards the screen that projects the title ‘H.T.P.A.S.Y.G 101’— along with throwaway stock photos of couples experiencing varied emotions.

“Woah. Did you make this?” Jisung voices, foolishly impressed with his friend’s set-up.

Donghyuck’s facials drop, “No. It was already a template on Canva.” He deadpans while Jisung makes a motion of understanding.

Collectively, his friends blink ludicrously at Jisung’s naïveté. “He made it, Jisung-ie…” Jaemin clarifies slowly.

“Ah,” the latter nods, embarrassment creeping up his skin.

Donghyuck shakes his head before putting the attention back on the screen where he flips to the next slide, automatically does Jisung pull out his phone to retain the coming information.

“Okay, first rule, don’t come in thirty seconds.”

A cacophony of snickers and tittering emerge from the group at Jisung’s expense.

“I— how long are you guys gonna run with this?” Jisung cringes, regretting all over again even including the detail of his duration.

The man in the center staggers back into his spot, pretending to wipe away fallen tears. “I’m sorry it’s too funny…”

“Now! It may seem hard but the last thing we want is a redo of what happened last time, yes?” Jisung nods shamefully, lips tight.

“Next rule, be a giver. Down the line you can find out whether or not she prefers it but to start, you wanna take charge and get your girl off.”

Jisung hums, his focus being the ever growing list on his phone-screen. Curious, Jeno peers over at him.

“A—are you seriously taking notes?” He furrows his brows at the open tab in Jisung’s notes app.

“Hey, he’s a diligent learner!” Donghyuck waves a warning finger towards Jeno before turning to reassure Jisung. “Don’t worry, Jisung, the best students study.”

He addresses his older friend’s defense of him briefly, already having questions about the lesson. “When we say… get her off— what do you mean?”

“Eat her out, Jisung.” Chenle interjects flatly.

“Oh.” Jisung’s head bobs slowly. “And how do I do that?”

The “teacher” sucks his teeth, “Christ, do we have to teach you everything?”

Jisung just blinks in response, earning a tired sigh from Donghyuck, “I’ll send you some material after class.”

“Okay.” Jisung nods.

“Third rule! Take it slow. Kind of ties back into rule one but can be used elsewhere. Listen, I know you’re a bit of a fumbling mess but at least try and make it seem like you know what you’re doing.”

Despite the directed jab, Jisung continues to diligently jot down Donghyuck’s advice.

“What does ___ like, do you know?” Mark pipes.

“Sexually?” The boy’s eyes go wide, a bit startled.

Mark snorts, “I’m not asking for her favorite food, man,”

Jisung breathes out a sheepish laugh, “Ah, well, she’s kinda sensitive around the ears…”

Donghyuck claps, startling Jisung but effectively grabbing his attention, “Alright, involve that! Kiss, lick, suck for all I care. You gotta do something that’ll turn her on, you can’t just whip your dick out and stop there, got it?”

“Got it.” Jisung re-affirms, intently copying down every word that leaves his friends’ mouths.

“Well, I think that’s enough for today,” Donghyuck nods, clearly proud of himself.

“Thank god.” Jaemin sighs exasperatedly, earning himself a warning look from Donghyuck. The latter rolls his eyes, smiling at Jisung who overviews what he’s learnt so far.

“You seem like you picked up well, I’ll quiz you after you watch the material.”

Jeno snorts, “You do know you’re not an actual teacher, right?”

Donghyuck smugly smirks, propping his hands onto his hips.

“Don’t be a hater, Jen’. If you want a lesson, you can just ask. Don’t think I forgot about what Iseul said— agh!” Swiftly, Jeno starts strangling Donghyuck to cut him off, the ladder dramatically flopping on the couch behind him and taking the older boy with him.

Using the commotion to his advantage, Renjun swoops in to take a seat next to Jisung, who quietly reviews his notes in the midst of the chaos.

“And Jisung,”

“Hmm?” The younger glances up from his notes.

“Don’t forget that the reason we’re here is because ___ likes you. Not what you can do for her in bed or any tricks these idiots are telling you to do…”

“Ah, okay.”

“I mean, we all mean well— even Donghyuck— but what matters most is that you’re yourself. That’s what ___’s most attracted to, right?”

“Yeah, I guess…” Jisung answers hesitantly.

“Right. Maybe you should watch that video Donghyuck sends you, though.” Renjun suggests a bit quieter, though his urgency remains evident.

Jisung laughs at his older friend, nodding in understanding. “Will do!”

V. ACT TWO

The next you spend genuine alone time with Jisung is two weeks following the whole incident, you’re grateful that he’s grown comfortable again with skin-ship. Missing nights like these where you two were able to wordlessly cuddle up together without an evident damper hanging over the room. Of course, you’d love to address that night. Maybe even give it another try but unless Jisung makes it clear that he’s comfortable with it, you suppress any and all thoughts about it.

Much to your liking, the night carried on like usual. No roommates to interrupt your skinship, or to witness the chaste kisses you gave each other. But in the midst of watching the second film Jisung had gladly let you choose— you realize just how touchy he’s getting.

A typical reserved hand that would be perched on your hip was playing with the hem of your shorts, igniting the bare skin with every brief graze.

Curious, you angle your head upwards on Jisung’s shoulder, immediately drawing his attention from the screen and down to you.

“You okay?” You inquire, an eyebrow raising. You tried to hide your excitement but the grin that found your features was an obvious giveaway that you were losing.

Jisung simply hums, his hands still stationed in their new territory. You nod, “Okay…” and instinctively crane your head up to signal a kiss.

Quickly, Jisung obliges, meeting you halfway and connecting your lips. Your intent was for it to be just like the other kisses that happened tonight. Quick, sweet, no alternative intent, but that was clearly not Jisung’s shared intention.

When you depart, he follows, and you have no problem in giving him what he wants. The kiss is extended, the hand on your thigh tightening in grip. You match Jisung’s vigor, equally biting at his lips and easing your tongue in his mouth when his own licks at your entrance. But you have to say you were not expecting this.

Soon, Jisung’s body was angled nearly on top of you and he showed no signs of stopping. Both hands now on your waist as he titled you backwards, still intently keeping your mouths fixed together.

“Oh, hello?” You manage to get out.

“Hi.”

Jisung takes control, which is very unusual since typically you’ll straddle him when making out. But you allow it to happen, your back meeting the bed as Jisung kisses you passionately. This kiss is much different than one you’ve ever shared with him, normally he’s way more reserved— even before your first time he was shy, but obviously a fire has been lit under him to redeem himself.

You’re the first to pull away, not moving far but just enough to be able to catch your breath. Jisung has never kissed you speechless before, but you’re okay if this was to become your new reality.

“Jisung…”

He ignores you, kissing down your neck while his large hands grope you. He's hungry, his teeth grazing against your skin in rotation with his suckling but his bruises still feel like heaven— you didn’t even know he was capable of leaving such marks.

Jisung’s cold hands are suddenly under your shirt, lifting the large garment that once belonged to him over your naked breasts. One of them even snaking down to your thin sleep shorts while the other remains to thumb at your now perked nipples.

“Oh— Jisung, wait!” Pausing your pleasure to confront your boyfriend.

He looks at you in surprise, as if he’s been caught doing something wrong.

“Are you sure about this?” You ask carefully.

“I wanna make you feel good…” he replies as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, you blink— slowly gathering yourself as Jisung continues to kiss down your abdomen and eventually to the center of your legs.

You stutter when you feel his hot breath on your core, it’s been so long you’ve had anything like this, you hate to say you’ve been waiting on it but fuck— you have been.

“Ji…” your hand cups the back of his nape, the other replacing his hand that once toyed with your chest.

Jisung gazes up at you, a look that reads that he’s asking you for permission. He quickly drinks up how he’s got you, shirt pushed to your over your breasts— leaving them on display, you look down at him— almost pained while you wait for his next move, lip tucked in between your teeth— a thumb to your own nipple.

Final inch of resolve snapping, Jisung flattens his warm tongue over your sleep shorts, humming instantaneously when his muscle meets the fabric. It’s lewd but he can’t help himself, especially when he encounters the already wet stain in the seat of your bottoms. He quickly gets to work, though, savagely his tongue ravishes you with one measly layer keeping him from fully tasting you.

The sight is one to see, your routinely sweet and respectful boyfriend with his head between your legs— tongue lapping and dancing around your cunt through your shorts.

You can barely take anymore, you need him. You didn’t care what his level of skill was, you needed more stimulation than this.

Jisungs jumps back a bit when you sit up to interrupt him, the shorts being slipped off. “Ji, please, please, keep going,” both of your legs are back on either side of his head, this time your bare, silky cunt on full display. No longer hidden by the baby blue bottoms.

You’re practically begging, your hips involuntarily shifting closer and closer to Jisung’s face as you wait. Jisung couldn’t believe his eyes, you’ve never really begged for him before. Not like this, so vulnerable. His tent had pitched ages ago but the strain he felt watching you now was a different kind of pain.

His newfound confidence falters a bit, wordlessly nodding up at you with wet eyes before obediently lapping at your cunt again. You throw your head back as a whimper rips through you, shifting back onto your elbows to play with your chest again. Not forgetting to keep one hand anchored in Jisung’s hair.

His movements are cautious at first, proving that this is definitely his first time but once he finds a pace that seemingly fits you best, he carries on with it. He alternates between sucking your throbbing clit to dipping his tongue deeper in your folds to tongue at your hole. You’d ask him where he learned that from but you’re too caught up with how good it feels that the question burns out on your tongue.

Before you know it, you’re close to coming already. With it being so long since you've had this, paired with the uncontrollable moans Jisung emits as he restlessly laps up all your juices, you can’t take much more.

“Fuck, Jisung. I’m close…”

Jisung hums, unaware just what that does for you. You whine pulling his hair tighter, in return it’s his turn to whimper. It’s uncomfortable, as he’s realized from the past times you’ve tugged his hair but he would never stop you.

“God, please don’t stop,” With Jisung’s locks entirely in your grasp, you can’t stop yourself from grinding your cunt upwards. Jisung takes a beat to adjust but realizes what you want, he shifts down a bit. The tip of his nose giving your clit the friction it so desperately desires while his tongue draws sloppy circles around your entrance.

You groan, the knot in your stomach tightening. You’re almost intelligible with your blubbering but Jisung manages to make out that you’re— in fact— about to come.

Jisung takes what he’s learned from his lessons and even earlier from this encounter and lets his tongue dip in and out of your hole faintly, giving you little stimulation that leads you closer while you grind on his face.

His quick shift leads your orgasm to come crashing down on you. Jisung’s face is pulled flush to your pussy as you come but he could care less, he watches keenly with wide eyes as you lurch upward, riding his face until you finally come down completely.

His room is still for a moment but Jisung is so absolutely enthralled with the moment and how he’s just made you unravel before him. Gluttonous, he doesn’t wait much longer before he’s dipping back into your folds. Lapping at you and especially your hole, he feels like a madman. The taste of you sends shivers down his spine, your surprised noises only egging him on.

“Oh my god, Ji! Wait, wait, oh,” the intrusion of Jisung’s middle finger is completely foreign but welcomed.

Where the hell was he learning this all from?

Jisung continues to work you open, never neglecting your folds and clit for a moment.

“Ji, if you don’t stop,” you shudder, trying to gather your bearings. “I’m gonna come.”

“Want it,” he moans against your pussy. “Do it again for me, pretty.”

It feels as if you’ve been thrown into the Twilight Zone. Never has Jisung said your nickname in such a tone, so deep and dripping with lust. Butterflies erupt in your stomach, taking your mind off his dual stimulation for just a moment.

With the addition of Jisung’s lengthy digit that now pops in and out of you, it doesn’t take long for your second orgasm to hit, you cry out for your boyfriend again— this time instinctively begging for some control. But your pleas fall on deaf ears, it’s like he’s dead set on keeping his face between your legs, it’s becoming too much at this point. If you two were gonna do this, you wanted him to get something out of it too.

“Fuck, Jisung, too much!”

Jisung snaps from his reverie, all of his ministrations drawing back with his head peeking from between your thighs in concern. You’re finally able to catch your breath, smiling down at him to quell his apparent anxiety. Shyly, he smiles back.

He clears his throat, “Are you okay?”

You laugh at this, still struggling to stabilize your breathing while your body pulsed with what could either be desire or exhaustion. “I am. Better than ever, actually. Are you?”

“Mhm. I uh— I didn’t hurt you or anything?”

“No, Ji, I just don’t think I’d be able to take another orgasm just yet.”

“Oh, okay.” He nods.

You giggle at him, how insane was it that he completely left you dumbstruck on two separate occasions just seconds ago and was acting all reserved the next.

“C’mere,” you open up your arms to him. He rushes to you. Giving you what you want and joining your lips. He's completely unaware just how wet his face is until it’s on your’s and he finds it a bit embarrassing.

But you don’t falter at all, instead kissing him deeply while your hands unmistakably find the boner hitched in his sweats.

Jisung stutters, physically jolting out of the kiss. “Uh, do you wanna move onto that so soon?”

“Well, I don’t want to be the only one who gets off. That’s not fair to you, is it?”

“I’ll be happy as long as you’re satisfied…”

“Ji,” you wipe away your juices that have gathered on his chin.

“Hmm?”

“I’m only satisfied when I know you are too, now, strip.”

Jisung nearly lets a ‘yes, ma’am’ slip from his throat before he hurriedly slips off his clothes. You laugh at how cute he is, removing your own shirt.

“Now, boss, how do you wanna do this?”

“Uh— however you want—“

“Jisung.”

He sighs at the call of his name from your lips, gulping as you stare up to him. “How about… on your stomach?”

“Oh? You don’t want to see my pretty face, hmm?”

“No! I mean, of course I do! You don’t have to—“

“Ji, baby, I’m fucking with you. I’d love to.” with that you roll over, grabbing one of Jisung’s pillows before slipping it under you.

“Oh.” Jisung sighs, the sight of you obeying him and propping yourself up effectively sending more strain to his member.

“Well don’t stop now, come on,” you reach a hand back for Jisung to grab. He obliges, walking to the edge of the bed, and grabbing your hand. He recalls this position from the couple of ”study materials” Donghyuck had sent and he joins you on the bed, shuffling on his knees till his cock hovers your ass.

You shift under him, hiking your ass higher to encourage him to stick his length in. He takes the message and grips his cock, he doesn’t think he’s ever been this hard before.

When he finally lines himself up and sinks inside of you, he hisses while you whimper. Jisung’s hands are practically godsend but nothing, and you mean nothing compares to his dick. You haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since your first time. And always found yourself a tad bit disappointed whenever he would turn you down following it.

“Fuck, Ji, you’re so big, baby,” you groan, trying to adjust as his heavy cock continues to stretch you open.

Jisung can only huff, holding onto his last ounce of control. He's about to come, he can feel it. His hips still, knowing if he moves anymore he’ll end up spoiling this again.

“Oh, please keep moving,” you whine, taking matters into your own hands and pushing your hips back to pick up where he has left off.

“Shit, ___, wait—“ Jisung braces his broad hands against your back, stilling you for a moment. Your head cranes back, concerned but still evidently in need.

“I— I’m about to come…” he speaks weakly, almost as if he’s embarrassed. Which he absolutely is.

You pout, confused with his display of shame.

“That’s fine, baby. Just don’t stop, please, I need you.” The sound of you begging while continuing to grind your ass on his cock sends Jisung absolutely reeling. His eyes squeeze shut, sighing heavily before allowing you to meet him halfway. Your own movements make you purr in delight, you continue to grind against him, and Jisung finds his hips moving too.

He snaps into you, chasing your cunt when you pull away. You moan in surprise, Jisung finally melting and leaning down to stabilize himself as his hips find a shallow pace.

He groans, hiding his flustered face in the junction of your shoulder.

“___…” Jisung pants.

“It’s okay, you can come, fuck, come for me, baby…”

It takes one sharp thrust before Jisung completely loses himself, releasing an almost pained groan into your neck. He continues to jaggedly move in and out of you while you feel him release himself in you, his load spurting along your walls and escaping onto the surrounding areas.

You helplessly moan at the feeling, a bit disappointed when your boyfriend’s eager hips cease to a stop.

“Hmm. Feel better?” You lilt, propping your chin on your shoulder to get the best glimpse of him.

Jisung shudders, breathing out a small laugh. “Yeah, I— sorry…”

“It’s okay, babe. Now, pull out.”

“Hmm? Oh, right!” He heeds to your directions, easing out of you but not without some slither of sadness. He had done it again. Sure, he made you cum but he barely lasted a few minutes inside of you like he had hoped.

Promptly, you shuffle onto your back, cracking your legs open. Shocked, Jisung’s gaze drops to your cunt, now messily decorated with a glistening mix of his semen, saliva, and your own cum.

“You didn’t think that was it, did you?”

Jisung blinks because he absolutely thought you two were finished for the night. You chuckle, hooking your legs around Jisung’s thighs.

“I’m not done with you just yet, Ji’…”

It’s hard for Jisung to shield his excitement, gladly positioning himself in front of you. He grips himself to align with you once again, allowing his other hand to plant by your head.

He could die right now and be absolutely satisfied, Jisung thinks as you suck him back in your walls. His face hovers your own, watching intently as your features scrunches in pleasure.

Quickly adjusting to the sensation of him stretching you out again, you take note of how statuesque he is,“Move, babe.” You gently remind.

“Right, sorry—“ Jisung takes a moment to laugh at himself, garnering an endeared smile from you.

Your hands extend up to hold his face. “No more apologizing, okay?” Jisung nods along with you in response, his heart swelling at your tender act of affection despite him being several inches inside of you.

“Okay, sor— ahem, okay…” you giggle at his immediate slip up, and Jisung arranges his hips in a way that instantly takes your mind off of it, starting to rock into you once more, now both having climaxed once (or twice, in your case)— sensitivity strikes you both but there’s no way that was gonna stop either of you.

“Feel so good,” you hum.

“Yeah?” Jisung asks, innocently, keeping his rhythm as sound as possible.

“Mhm. Don’t stop, okay?”

“I won’t.” Jisung solidifies, finding confidence in being able to see your face and how you visually react to his movements. His hips begin to reel back a greater distance, snapping into you with a fervor that leaves you crying for more.

The obscene sound of Jisung’s thighs repeatedly crashing into your own fill the room, paired with the whine of his name from your lips and the sploshing sound of the wetness between your legs.

Unfortunately, Donghyuck’s voice echoes in his mind, but for good reason. Removing himself from your hold a bit, Jisung leans down to start pecking your ear.

You hum in satisfaction, shuddering under him.

He knew you well, he could still recall the first time he accidentally grazed the area of your ear with his lips. You lurched away with embarrassment washing over you but he had found it to be one of the cutest things in the world. Not many things could pacify you like that, but a little love to your ear did.

You arch yourself into your boyfriend when his tongue darts out of his mouth to flick the shell of your ear, your new positioning encouraging the depth of Jisung’s length. It doesn’t help that Jisung has found his pacing, a mind-numbing repetition of the head of his cock grazing the precise spot that leaves your vision spotty with stars.

“Shit, M’gonna come,” you aimlessly exclaim, the strength you’d usually have to filter your thoughts from useless babble existing no longer.

Jisung hums, continuing to lap at your ear, taking Donghyuck’s nonchalant advice and running with it. You gasp in elation when you feel Jisung suckle at your ear, nipping it before it leaves his mouth.

“Fuck, who taught you this?” Restless, you bring his face back to meet yours, you find your boyfriend’s pupils completely blown out and eyes lidded heavily. You trace his furrowed eyebrows to his parted puffy lips.

Jisung leans down, your inquiry not reaching him whatsoever. Your lips meet and you whimper into the kiss, it’s wet and noisy. Your muscles searching for the best taste of each other.

Your third orgasm was barrelling towards you quickly, and you find yourself looking for anything to give you stability. Mindlessly, your hand traces the distance from Jisung’s face to one of his hands that remains planted on the bed beside you.

Without a second thought does he intertwine your fingers, pressing your joined palms into the mattress as he begins to lose momentum.

“Please keep going,” you wail. ”I’m gonna come.”

Jisung nods, his lips tucked between his teeth as he tries to keep himself together for you. He watched you contort and writhe in pleasure, now becoming familiar with your body’s pattern before a climax.

Your free hand travels to Jisung’s broad back, leaving traces of yourself with savagely placed scratches. He winces, the sting of your fingernails against his back throwing him off but simultaneously driving him to keep going. His own features scrunching to alert you that he himself was close to snapping.

“Ah, please, please—!” You whine, bracing yourself, deliberately pulling Jisung flush to you the best you could to milk to most friction out of him as possible. Your shallow yank is enough to have the large man toppling over and on top of you.

The desired stimulation of your clit grazing against Jisung is enough to coax your next orgasm out of you. You cum, angling your hips to take as much as Jisung could still offer. It doesn’t take long for him to be right there with you, whining while his hips buck aimlessly into you. Your sounds are equal in desperation, both racing to chase your highs.

“Oh.” Your hands aid Jisung’s hips toward you as he continues to release his seed inside of you until he finally fully collapses onto your body.

Serenity returns to Jisung’s room, the pair of you well past the point of exhaustion to move an inch. Jisung, seemingly coming to, is the first to move (much to your dismay). He grunts, peeling himself from your sticky with sweat body and peering down at you for a moment.

It lingers, his study of you. And typically, he was the one who would shy away from such intense eye contact but you find your eyes flitting away first. You’ve never had someone be so engrossed with you, with your satisfaction, so worried with pleasing you.

Jisung breathes out a laugh, “What?”

“Nothing.” You shake your head, equally as giddy.

“You’re shy?”

“No,” you suck your teeth, fighting the smile that threatens to give you away, “just wanna know why you’re staring…”

“Mm. Is staring at my pretty girlfriend so wrong?”

“…Hmm,” you pause as if you’re thinking for a moment. “No. I guess not.” You shrug.

“Good.” Jisung bends down to peck your lips before fully removing himself from on top of you. He sighs when his back flops on the bed beside you.

“Okay but seriously, where the hell did all of that come from?”

Jisung chuckles at the urgency in your voice, shifting to lay on his side. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you…”

“Pfft. After tonight I think I’m more open to any possibilities…”

“Hmm… okay, it was Donghyuck.” Jisung admits bashfully.

Immediately does your mouth gape open in absolute disbelief. “No fucking way.”

“See!”

“Donghyuck—? He taught you all of that?!”

“Well, I studied and kind of just… went with the flow I guess?” Jisung shrugs as if it’s nothing.

“Wow. For a second there I was scared he gave you one-on-one lessons…”

“Woah,” Jisung blinks, shocked that you precisely assumed what he had purposefully left out of the exchange. “Believe it or not, he tried.”

“I believe it,” You giggle, the ridiculous image flashing in your mind and leaving just as quick as it came.

“I guess I have to give him his flowers then.” you sigh, a hand extending to brush away Jisung’s fallen fringe so you can fully see his face. He fights a smile back, helping you by sweeping his hair back.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah… I don’t think I have to tell you how great you were.” You snort, gesturing to your tired body. Jisung gladly follows your gaze, admiring your bareness once more.

Jisung hums, throwing an arm around your damp abdomen to tug you closer into him. You wordlessly oblige, sighing contently when your skin meets his again.

“Well, I think you were the star.” Jisung comments softly, his face now in your neck.

You coo silently, instinctively placing a hand on his jaw. “As much as I’d like to take credit, I can’t,” Jisung’s gaze shifts to your face when you tilt his head up.

“Not when you helped me through three orgasms.”

You peck your boyfriend’s lips as a form of punctuation. Though, you’re not able to drift far since Jisung’s mouth chases your own, deepening your once innocent kiss. You’re tired and your lips are beyond bruised but you just can’t help yourself. The way he hums from underneath you only intensifies your need for him.

While your mouth moves against his with conviction, tonguing at his lips to allow you more freedom, he finds his hands gravitating to your hips to give him some stability. Jisung sighs discontentedly when your lips disconnect, his eyes remaining shut for a beat before fluttering back open.

“Well, how do you feel about a fourth?” Jisung proposes carefully, though his expression shows that he’s clearly desperate for your agreement and for your lips to return to his own.

Quickly, your eyes widen in astonishment. “Really? Are you sure—?” Your worries are cut short by Jisung’s mouth. It’s short but effective in getting his point across.

He pulls away, an amused smirk on his face. “I’m sure.”

“Okay,” you giggle, finding yourself incredibly aroused by Jisung’s newfound confidence. You would certainly have to thank Donghyuck in some way for this abrupt change in your boyfriend’s behavior, unfortunately.

“Well let's not waste time then…”

© jigueminunbich 2024

[satori-runa]

—Rain, Jazz and Tea

Summary: Dante enjoys a lazy rainh day with his favourite person on the couch.

Tags: NSFW in form of skinship (nothing spicy), fluff, romance, established relationship

Words: 0,6

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The rain pattered softly against the windowpane, a soothing rhythm that filled the old apartment and gently pulled you to sleep.It mingled with the soft hum of a jazz record playing in the background—one of Dante’s favorites.

You were curled up on the couch, the fluffy blanket having already slipped down to the floor, and a half-finished mug of tea sat forgotten on the table beside you.

Dante padded into the room, still towel-drying his damp white hair, loose curls clinging to his forehead. A playful grin tugged at his lips as he took in the scene. His chest was bare, glistening slightly from the shower, and the black sweatpants he wore hung low on his hips—almost criminally low. You had a suspicion he wore them like that on purpose.

"Looks like I found a sleeping beauty," he teased, plopping down on top of you without a care. He buried his face into your chest, sighing in contentment as his hands slipped under your shirt with familiar ease.

“Maybe you did,” you mumbled sleepily, one hand finding the back of his head to gently caress his hair. The position felt natural—especially on rainy days like this.

Dante chuckled, leaning over just far enough to steal a sip of your tea. “Mmm, sweet. Like you.”

You rolled your eyes, cheeks warming. “It’s cold.”

“But sweet,” he insisted, his voice low and fond as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close. “Days like this… you, me, rain, no responsibilities—it’s perfect.”

You hummed in agreement, nuzzling into his hair. He smelled like damp leather, a trace of gunpowder, and warm cedarwood. A strange combination, maybe, but one that had become unmistakably comforting.

One of his hands unclipped your bra with practiced ease, a skill he’d picked up quickly in your relationship. When time allowed, he always preferred direct skin contact. It was a habit of his, keeping at least one hand on you at all times. And if he got to choose? He always gravitated to your chest, unapologetically fond.

The other hand traced slow lines along your side, occasionally brushing that one ticklish spot that made you squirm and giggle, something he found endlessly endearing.

His fingers danced lazily along your side, dipping under the hem of your shirt like they belonged there, which, frankly, they did. You shifted slightly beneath him, not out of discomfort but out of instinct, chasing the warmth of his touch.

“You’re always so cold,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your collarbone. “Maybe I should just keep you under me like this all the time. For body heat, obviously.”

“Obviously,” you echoed with a sleepy smile, your hand still tangled in his hair. You gave a gentle tug, just enough to make him look up at you.

His eyes were soft with affection, the kind of look that made your chest tighten in the best way. And yet, the smirk on his lips was unmistakably teasing. He leaned up just enough to press a kiss to your jaw, then your cheek, then finally your lips—a slow, lingering kiss that made your toes curl under the blanket.

“Still cold?” he asked against your mouth.

“A little,” you replied, voice low.

“Guess I’ll have to work harder,” he said, and you could feel the smile in his words.

He nuzzled back into your chest, his breath warm against your skin. One hand remained tucked beneath your shirt, fingers splayed across your stomach in a gentle, possessive hold, while the other resumed its lazy journey along your side.

But despite the closeness, the teasing touches, and the occasional graze of lips on bare skin, there was no rush. No urgency. Just the steady beat of rain against the window, the jazz record skipping softly in the background, and the quiet intimacy of two people wrapped in each other’s warmth.

“Don’t fall asleep on me again,” he whispered, voice half-mischief, half-sincere. “I was just getting comfortable.”

You smiled, your hand stroking through his damp curls. “Then stay like this a little longer.”

And he did.

[22ayla21]

Hiii I just read your pregnancy fic and it was amazing✨️ so I wanted to request a fic about their reaction to reader giving birth if you don't mind ( ￣▽￣)

First Birth

Their reaction to their wife's first birth

Mydei is used to keeping himself under control, but for the first time in his life he feels like he is losing control of the situation. He is used to protecting her from enemies, from conspiracies, but the pain she is going through is something he cannot fight. Despite his stern character, he does not leave. He is not the one who will leave her alone in a difficult moment. Even if he cannot ease her suffering, he will be there until the very end.

Outwardly, he remains cool, but inside everything is boiling. He understands too well how fragile life is, and the thought that something can go wrong drives him crazy. If even one of the doctors shows disrespect, hesitates or does something wrong, he looks at them in a way that makes their hands shake. Yes, he does not scream or make a scene, but his silent threat hangs in the air.

When the baby is finally born and his screams fill the room, the tension in his shoulders disappears. He doesn't move right away, just closes his eyes for a split second, letting the realization sink in. For the first time in a long time, he sees her so tired, so exhausted, but at the same time the most beautiful. And in that moment, he understands that no titles, no wars mean more than this moment.

When they give him the baby, he freezes at first, afraid that his hands, used to holding a weapon, might do something wrong. But when the baby barely squeaks, his heart is gone forever. He doesn't speak loudly, but his wife hears him whispering something quietly to the baby. Maybe it's a promise to protect, maybe just a word that he will never forget.

He won't say out loud that he was afraid, that he was about to burst with emotion. But his actions will speak for him: a gentle touch, carefully covering her with a blanket, a warm look that he has only for the two of them. When his wife finally falls asleep, he stays close, holding their baby in his arms. And at that moment he understands: now he has the two most precious things in the world, and he is ready to burn everything to protect them.

Anaxa is a man who is used to analyzing, planning and controlling everything. But childbirth is chaos that he cannot fully predict. He has studied everything about the process in advance, found the best doctors, prepared the ideal conditions... and still he is nervous, because this is not an area where knowledge gives complete certainty

On the surface, he remains collected and reasonable, as always. He does not panic, does not interfere with the doctors, does not make sudden movements. But his fingers may be clenched a little tighter than usual, and in the depths of his mind he carefully analyzes every sound, every movement, every change in his wife's facial expression. He understands that pain is inevitable, that childbirth is a natural process, but seeing his wife suffer is a test even for him. An inner voice insists that everything is going according to plan, but his heart sank at every cry.

Even if tradition or protocol may ask him to leave, he finds a way to stay. Perhaps he convinces the doctors that his presence is useful, or his wife simply grabs his hand and does not let go.

When she squeezes his hand so tightly that it almost breaks his bones, he doesn't even flinch. When she screams something angry (maybe even promises him a painful death), he accepts it calmly. "Yes, my love. Of course, my love. I'm not going anywhere."

The moment he hears his baby's first cry, something changes inside him. He hears that sound - loud, demanding, alive - and he knows that this is it, the miracle he's read about, pondered. This isn't just a theory. This is his baby.

When he's handed the baby for the first time, his hands automatically adjust to the fragile body. He studies every feature, peers into the face, as if scanning data, but it's more than analysis. It's acceptance. It's the realization that he now has a new responsibility, a new foothold in this world.

He may not be a man who gives grand speeches, but his gaze is enough. When he looks at his wife after all he's been through, there will be respect, gratitude, and recognition of her strength in that gaze.

Phainon, accustomed to being in control of the situation, feels completely powerless for the first time. He is used to solving problems, but now he can neither fight, nor negotiate, nor find a diplomatic solution. He paces nervously, clenches his fingers, bites his lip, trying to remain calm, but panic is visible in his eyes.

Even the thought that something could happen to her paralyzes him. He does not go far, constantly asking the doctors if everything is okay. Perhaps for the first time in his life he prays, even if he does not believe in gods, if only everything goes well. He is torn between the desire to hold her hand and the fear that his presence will only distract her. If she allows him to stay, then he endures all her cries to the last, squeezing her hand, even if she breaks his fingers.

He has lived through battles, seen destruction, but he has never heard her scream like that. It makes him turn pale, and a chill runs down his spine. He wants to help, but he knows there's nothing he can do to ease her pain, and it's killing him.

When the first baby cry is heard, he freezes abruptly. His heart skips a beat for a moment, and then a wave of relief washes over him. He exhales deeply, as if he'd been holding his breath until that moment.

As much as he longs to see his firstborn, the first thing he does is check on her. She is alive, exhausted, but smiling. Only then does he turn his attention to the child, and in that moment he is overcome with such tenderness that he forgets all his fear. He looks at the tiny creature in his arms, trying to comprehend that this is his child. The whole world ceases to exist for a moment, leaving only him, his wife, and the baby.

He gently touches the child's cheek, feels the warmth, and in that moment he makes an oath to himself - to protect his family, no matter the cost. Let Amphoraeus collapse, let the gods interfere, let the whole world turn upside down - he will not allow anything to happen to them.

Up until this moment he has held on, but now all the tension subsides, and he feels that he can barely stand on his feet. If his wife allows it, he presses her to himself, showers her forehead with kisses, whispering how strong and incredible she is. He looks at his sleeping wife and baby and realizes: he is no longer just a husband and not just a warrior. He is now a father. And even though it scares him to the core, he has never been happier.

[dailynnt]

AURORA

ᴺᵒʳᵗʰᵉʳⁿ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗˢ

༘✩ Summary: A relationship that survived a breakup but could not be forgotten. Like the northern lights that appear only at certain moments, their feelings had their peaks and troughs, but always remained on the horizon. You meet your ex at some event. The feelings are still alive.

༘✩ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader

༘✩Age restrictions: 18+

༘✩ Size: one shot

༘✩ Tags: ex to lovers, longing, smurt, cursing, sex, unprotected sex, detailed description of explicit scenes, alcohol

༘✩ Dedication: This work is dedicated to my beloved Armys. I wrote this work thinking of you. I hope this work resonates with you - @myjungkookthighs, @kelsyx33, @someoneelse0109, @mskookie, @kooccult, , @smokinghotstargirl , @curse-of-art, @rispwr, @kooko007

༘✩ From author: I have long dreamed of writing a story like this and here it is in one day. I tried my best for you and I really hope you will like the way I described the love that does not die, even if it seems that it is the end. Inspired by a song I found not so long ago and it immediately associated me with Jungkook💜❤️‍🔥💘 And I'll add another one, the lyrics of which are also here. Enjoy 🙏🏻🥰

You didn't expect to see him. You thought you would never see him again in your life. Certainly not here, among dozens of strangers, in a room flooded with soft light that resembled the glare of the northern lights. But he was here.

Your eyes meet and your heart skips a beat. He is approaching, accompanied by one of the organizers of the event you have come to. He keeps his eyes on you and you can't look away either. He seems to be the only one who could touch the strings of your soul, and they seem to be starting to pluck.

He approaches and stops a few steps away. He didn't expect to see you again either. Your last words had clearly created a great gulf between you that neither of you could cross.

He was not prepared for his heart to beat faster and his breath to become ragged, as if after a long run. But he couldn't show it, he had to control himself.

"Y/N would like to introduce you to one of our biggest sponsors. Jeon Jungkook." - He introduce Jungkook. "And Mr. Jeon, this is Y/N Y/L/N. She's a writer with whom our publishing house works." - Your eyes are greedy. You literally study each other, trying to find what has changed. And if anything has changed at all.

You look at him, waiting for him to behave. Will he pretend that you don't know each other? Or will he say that there is no need to introduce you? Because you used to be the whole world to each other.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N." - Jungkook says. So he chooses not to be an acquaintance. Hmm, in fact, he is.

"Likewise." - You reply briefly and discreetly. Jungkook pulls your hand towards him and you put yours in his. An electric pulse goes through your whole body.

He has the same look in his eyes. The same movements you know. You used to know every detail about each other. And then you lost it.

This man in front of you was your ex-boyfriend. He was the man who made you feel like the world stopped when you were with him. He was your passion, your trusted friend, your lover. Everything between you was intense and pure, but like everything that burns brightly, it burned out. The breakup was hard and painful.

You felt your heart flutter at the familiar touch. It was more than physical contact - it was like coming home after a long journey. You didn't want it, but just like then, you couldn't shake this deep attachment. You tried to forget him, tried to let him go, but he was remained by you every day, in you every thought. And now, when your hand is back in his, you realized that you was never really ready to let go.

"I read your story. It's amazing. I'm not surprised why it's so successful." - Jungkook says, and you think you're going to fall through the floor. He's a great actor, you've always known that. But you're don’t. Even though your heart is burning with excitement and old feelings are bubbling to the surface, you think you have to go. You can't even let him be with you, because you'll lose all control.

But let's be honest, the walls you've been building for six months since the breakup has cracked. Just looking at him makes you want him to be yours again.

"I am sincerely grateful for your words. But to be honest, you don't strike me as someone who reads romance novels." - You can't contain your sarcasm. Jungkook laughs lightly, his husky voice vibrating, and this vibration ignite your bones.

"Actually, Mr. Jeon is a very creative person. He's a professional photographer." - The event organizer explains, not realizing how much these words can make your heart beat faster. Because you know his profession well.

Jungkook smiles, his eyes rest on you again, and his words sound as if he wants to share something more intimate.

"Yes, I often photograph couples." - He says, his voice softening as if he's immersed in his memories. "For me, photography is not just art, it's a way to feel emotions. Sometimes music, movies, or even novels can inspire moments that seem real only through the lens." - You can't help but smile. He's fended off your sarcastic attack, but the thing is, you doubt he could have read your novel.

Jungkook glances down at your red silk dress, which fits your figure perfectly, seductively emphasizing all the curves of your body. Curves that were once his territory. The curves he knows so well, the ones he's touched so many times

Jungkook holds his breath for a moment. He remembers how that delicate skin trembled under his fingers, how your breath grew deeper every time his hands traveled over your body. And now, looking at you, he feels an almost unbearable urge to run his fingertips over your collarbone again, to go lower, to run his hands around your waist, to put his hand on your lower back, where his touch always made you moan slightly.

His imagination shamelessly draws pictures of that red silk fabric slowly sliding off your body, revealing to him everything he remembers so well. His fingers involuntarily clench into a fist - the desire is too sharp, too real. He knows he has no right to touch you, knows that there is a gaping hole between you, created not only by hurt feelings but also by time.

But, damn it, how much he wants to reach out, to touch at least the ends of your hair, to run his fingers over your cheek, to feel the warmth of your skin again.

And then, when you finally catch his gaze, he quickly masks the thirst in his eyes with a barely noticeable smile. If only you knew what's going on in his head right now. If you knew that this evening is awakening in him what he has been trying to suppress for so long.

"Then I apologize for my hasty conclusions. I am sincerely grateful that you read my work." - You say and quickly add, because you can't stand Jungkook's company anymore. If he wants you to be strangers, you should stay strangers forever. "It was nice to meet you. Have a nice evening." - You say, giving the men a casual smile and walk away, barely able to keep yourself together. You don't let Jungkook know how much of an impact he has on you, even six months later.

After the breakup, your life turned into an endless marathon of forgetting, although in reality you were just trying not to remember. Your heart was cut like glass, and your mind was exhausted from trying to make yourself stronger. Every day you were learning a new role: a successful woman who was moving forward, even though your inner world was in ruins.

There was no shortage of men around. They came and went-attractive, confident, ready to give you everything you lacked. But each of them remained a shadow, and even the best moments with them felt empty compared to what you had with him. Those evenings when they spent together in bed, or just watching a movie in each other's arms, when there was no time, no space, nothing but your two hearts beating in unison.

You were trying to be "normal," trying to find your way and not think about him. If someone had told you six months ago that he would reappear in your life, you would have laughed, because you were sure that you would never let that happen again. You did everything you could to forget. You immersed yourself in work, wrote, traveled, had short-term meetings, but all of this was just a temporary escape from your own pain.

Over time, you thought, that you might actually be left alone, just to find myself again. You were no longer looking for someone who could give you back the feeling of the real connection that you had. It was your choice, your decision to try to relive this love that you couldn't forget.

But all fate decides. It's not interested in your plans or his plans. It has its own plan and it made sure that your paths crossed again. You are afraid that you won't be able to resist if Jungkook tries to make contact. You love him, but it's unlikely that you'll ever be together again.

The official event is over. You stay at the afterparty. When you enter the restaurant where the party is taking place, you feel a lot of stares. But you are not interested. You stayed after the event because you are excited. Because of the meeting with Jungkook, you can't get rid of the obsessive thoughts and feelings that want to find him and be with him until the morning.

You cautiously study the crowd around you. You don't find Jungkook. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you hope that he has already left, that your chance meeting was just a game of chance, and that's enough. But the part of you that never learned to forget him feels empty.

You stand at the bar, twirling your wine glass in your fingers, letting yourself relax. The atmosphere of an afterparty is lighter, more relaxed than an official event. People are laughing, the music is flowing with a soft rhythm, making your body sway slightly.

And then you feel it. A gaze. His gaze.

Like an echo of the past that won't let go. At first, you don't turn your head, don't give him that pleasure. But you can't stand it, and your eyes meet. You literally give him a second of your gaze, look away. This is enough for him. He comes closer, stands next to you. His perfume is a familiar scent that makes your pulse quicken. A scent that makes you almost crazy.

"Dancing?" - His voice is low, almost inaudible over the music, but it cuts to the core. You look up at him. His eyes are dark, deep, something has changed in them, but at the same time they are still the same. The eyes that looked at you with love and passion.

"I don't think that's a good idea." - You answer, sipping your wine so that he doesn't notice your excitement.

"Come on. It's just a dance." - He holds out his hand and you look at it. You hesitate, but the devil on your shoulder whispers: you want this. He wants this. Go. Go with him. It's just one night. And you make a choice. You put your hand in his.

He leads you to the dance floor. A slow, sensual melody fills the space between you. His hand on your waist is hot, his fingers gently squeezing the silk fabric of your dress. With his other hand, he holds your palm in his, gently but firmly.

You move to the music, his body almost touching yours. It's not just a dance - it's a dangerous game, a test of willpower. And you seem to have already lost. He has deprived you of all willpower.

You look into his eyes and try to understand what is in his mind. What does he want? Just to know what your life has become? Or does he want to try to cross the line? Jungkook's smile is mysterious. The hole from piercing on his lip stretches. You make a titanic effort not to look at his lips.

You dance, every movement a dangerous test. His hand slides to the small of your back and your breath hits you. He always touched you like this - confidently but slowly, as if he was savoring every moment.

But suddenly he leans a little closer, his lips dangerously close to your ear.

"It's... so familiar, isn't it?" - His voice is husky, and you know he feels the same way you do. It's an unrestrained desire to give in to the feelings that overwhelm you. You pull away and look up, catching his eyes. There, in their dark abyss, something forbidden flashes. Memories. A desire.

"It's in the past for me." - You lie. "The past should stay in the past." - You try to make your voice sound confident, but you don't seem to be succeeding. His hand presses lightly on your back.

"Do you really believe that?" - He asks. The silence between you says more than words. You are standing on the edge of an abyss where it is so easy to fall.

You don't know what to say. Your heart is pounding furiously in your chest, and your hands seem to remember what it feels like to touch it, to feel its warmth. You continue to move to the music, but now everything seems even slower, even more tense.

His fingers gently run down your back, a barely perceptible touch that leaves a pulsating trail. He leans in a little closer, his breath burning your skin.

"You say the past should stay where it is." - He smiles at the corner of his lips, as if he can read your thoughts. "But it seems to be catching up with us, Y/N."

You want to object, to say something prickly, but your body is treacherously drawn to him. His hand moves even lower down your back, almost on your buttocks. It makes you hold your breath. This is nothing. It's a game you've both played before. But didn't you know that things always go over the top with Jungkook?

You stop. He stops too. There are only a few centimeters between you, but it's enough to make every cell in your body burn.

"Jungkook..." - You whisper, not even knowing what you want to say. He looks at you, carefully, almost painfully slowly. His gaze slides across your face, lingers on your lips, and then meets yours again.

"Tell me I have to stop." - He whispers, leaning closer, barely touching your cheek with his nose. "I won't touch you unless you let me." - He says it quietly but confidently. And this is the cruelest thing. Because you don't know what will be worse for you - if he actually touches you or if he pulls away.

You want to tell him to stop. You really do. But instead, your fingers involuntarily clamp down on the fabric of his jacket, not allowing you to move away.

"I can't..." - You give up. So quickly, so foolishly. This admission was enough.

His lips touch your neck very lightly, causing a shiver to run through your body. You sigh, tilting your head as if to give him more access. And he does not refuse.

"Why do you still have this effect on me?" - You protest out loud. He was quiet, almost broken by his own feelings. He ran his fingers along your collarbone, causing your eyes to close.

"Because we never really let go of each other." - He said what you needed to hear. What you hadn't allowed yourself to admit for six months.

You inhale sharply, meeting his gaze. Deep, dark, full of desire. Another moment, and this thin line between temptation and prohibition disappear completely.

"Let's get out of here." - His voice sounded almost like an order, but you knew it was not just a desire. It was a need. Your shared need for each other.

You nodded, and he immediately took your hand, intertwining your fingers. You left the hall quickly, without looking back. The night city greeted you with cool air, but a fire burned inside you.

Jungkook opened the car door for you, and you got in, feeling your heart pounding madly in your chest. He quickly walked around the car, got behind the wheel, and in a moment you were already pulling out of the parking lot.

"Where are we going?" - You asked, even though the answer wasn't that important. Jungkook gave you a dark, hot, intoxicating look.

"To my place." - He answered. Your heart literally threatens to jump out of your chest. The sensation of butterflies in your stomach excites you to incredible emotions. He puts his tattooed hand on your thigh, as if to claim you. You can feel your underwear getting wet in anticipation of what will happen at Jungkook's house.

"This is crazy." - You say, barely audible. Jungkook smiled.

"And you like it." - He said, still smiling. You wanted to deny it, but why would you, when it's really true.

Jungkook closes the door behind you, and you immediately find yourself pressed against the wall. His lips are so demanding, so powerful over yours. Your insides tremble because it's all so familiar to you. It feels like the six months of separation just didn't happen.

Your hot breath mingled with his as he pulled away from you to take a breath. He was looking at your face. Your eyes were slightly squinted, your lips swollen from kissing, your skin burning from his touch. You were as beautiful as the first night he fell in love with you.

"Are we really going to do this?" - You asked. Your voice broke into a whisper as he ran his fingertips down your neck, along your collarbone, and even lower to the neckline of your dress.

"Yes..." - He says hoarsely, between kisses on your neck. "I should stop, shouldn't I?" - He asks your opinion. You want to moan as he bites your skin and then runs his tongue over the spot.

"Jungkook..." - You breathe out. You don't know if you're begging him to continue or to stop. He stops kissing your neck. Your faces are separated by a few centimeters.

"Last chance to say no, my love." - He says. Fuck, he called you "love," he called you that because he loved you, does he still love you? You ran your fingers along his jaw, gently but firmly.

"Do you want me to say it?" - You ask with a challenge. Let him decide too, you are not the only one responsible for your actions. He squeezes your buttocks with his hands.

"No." - Jungkook says confidently. You smile seductively, giving him the green light. But he's in no hurry to continue what he's started. You know he's waiting for the words.

"Fuck me, love." - You ask. Jungkook's cock twitches in his boxers when he hears those words. Fuck. How can you say that so easily? He's going crazy. He throws himself on your lips, pressing his strong body against yours. His tongue enters your mouth with authority and finds yours. Six months. Six fucking months he wanted you back. He dreamed that you would be in his hands like this. And he made a promise to himself that if he could get you back, he would never let you go again.

Your underwear is getting wet. You are so excited that you think you will burn with passion. Jungkook's tongue seems to be punishing you for being away for so long. His hands are squeezing the meat on your buttocks with good pressure. He picks you up in his arms, and you only cry out softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Jungkook puts you down on the floor in his bedroom, interrupting your unrestrained kisses. He lightly touches your silk shoulder and runs his finger under the strap of your dress. He sees your erect nipples through the fabric of your dress. One movement and the shoulder strap is on falling down. He does the same with the other strap. He pulls down the silk and it slides over your figure.

As the dress falls to the floor, gathering at your feet, a picture he literally imagined when he saw it at the party flashes before his eyes.

His cock hardens even more, because your naked body is a frenzy. It's his weakness. That's what makes him commit sin.

He takes your tits in his hands and squeezes it. He feels that you are real. That he is not dreaming about you, as he has been for the last six months. He bends down and eagerly sucks on your erect nipple. Oh, it's a rosebud on his tongue. It tastes so sweet. Jungkook plays with your nipple with his tongue. When he sucks harder, you feel pain, pain that brings pleasure and sweet agony. Jungkook massages the other breast in his hand, and then smoothly moves to the other breast to savor it as well.

You throw your head back and enjoy his actions. You're addicted to the way he crosses the line.

Your pussy is throbbing and you're wetter than ever. You haven't had intimate relations since you broke up with Jungkook, so now you're just going crazy with every move.

Jungkook pulls away from your chest and smiles. Out of the corner of your eye, you see his hard cock sticking out of his pants.

He comes close and puts one arm around your waist. You watch him closely. He leans in and you think he's going to kiss you. You even close your eyes, but when nothing happens, you open them to check where he is. He's right there, and he's wearing a cheeky, sly smile.

"Let's see how wet my girl is." - He suggests. His hand goes into your panties, instantly finding your excited clit. He presses his fingers on it and you forget how to breathe.

"Fuck. Honey, is this waterfall for me?" - He asks you, and you can't answer him because you're losing your mind to his movements on your clit. You moan, loud and seductive. Jungkook can't help but kiss you. He covers your lips with his own and kisses you deeply, hotly, while building up your orgasm with his fingers.

You moan into his lips. Jungkook plunges two fingers into your passage and wants to curse. He forgot how tight it is in here. He's angry, thinking that someone else could be in that pussy besides him. So his movements and kisses become rougher.

The pressure he creates with his fingers excites you even more. You like it, but it's not enough because it's not his cock.

Jungkook gently lays you down on the bed, which is so familiar. It has witnessed your love so many times. Jungkook pulls down your thong. He looks at your pussy with great greed, the thong sliding down your slender legs. When your underwear is in his hand, he is in no hurry to throw it away. He touches the fabric with his nose, inhaling your scent.

"This is what my love smells like." - He says. You blush. This is so damn intimate. Jungkook throws your thong somewhere near your dress at floor. You watching him.

He's still as handsome as ever. A slim, toned body where every muscle is visible when it moves. You know so well what those muscles are to the touch. Only he seems to have new tattoos on his right arm. You notice that the eye that was below the elbow is gone, and now there is a green ink mark that says "bulletproof" instead. Oh yes, it's really about him.

"Did you have sex with anyone after me?" - Jungkook distracts you from looking at his tattoos. You raise one eyebrow. Why would he want to know in the middle of your lovemaking?

"Why do you ask?" - You don't answer, but ask your own question. Jungkook takes off his pants and throws them somewhere else.

"Answer me." - He says with authority. And this word sounds more like an order. You resent this. Why do you have to talk to him about it? You, for example, know without a doubt that he has definitely fucked some girls.

"Does it matter to you?" - You ask, not listening to his order. It matters to him. He was your first man, and the thought of anyone touching your body, which is unprecedentedly his, pisses him off.

Jungkook takes off his boxers. You can see his cock, hard and erect, hitting his thighs. You salivate at the sight of it. Jungkook's nude figure drives you crazy. You dream of him entering you and finally destroying you and all your desires not to be with him.

Jungkook approaches you dangerously.

He grabs your ankle and pulls you to the edge of the bed with a sharp movement. You scream, not expecting him to do this. He sits you down on the edge of the bed and leans in almost touching you. His lips are near yours and his breath burns your skin.

"Answer me when I ask you questions. Because when I want to know something, it's important to me. So, will you tell me? Did some dickhead touch my pussy? Or at least your tits, which also belong to me?" - He speaks low and commanding. His voice echoes in your head. How does he have such power over you? Why are you so excited by these words? You want to tease him more. You know it could be dangerous, but you've always been a gambler.

"What would you do if I told you that dickhead were?" - You ask. Your words have an immediate effect on Jungkook. His eyebrows raise and his eyes darken with rage. He lifts you up, pulling on your arm. It doesn't hurt, but it's sharp. He presses you down and you feel his erect cock resting against your pussy.

"So you're saying you were?" - He asks, but his voice isn't as hard as he looks. "You promised you'd be mine alone. My little slut. You wouldn't let anyone fuck your pussy. You're lying to me." - He says, smiling defiantly.

"I didn't lie. I asked you what you would do if I was like you and found a free cock? Huh?" - You ask with the same audacity. Jungkook squeezes your buttocks.

"I'd wipe him off the face of the earth." - He says casually. "Because he touched something that's mine."

"I'm not yours." - You say. But what are you saying? You are his. Every cell of that body belongs to him. You can't be with other men because you've never met anyone who can compare to him.

"Mine." - He argues with a wide smile on his lips. It makes you angry, even though you agree with him. "You're still mine... that's why you're here now. No one can touch you like I can, no one can love you like I can, no one can fuck you like I can, no one can keep your secrets like I can. I will give you all of this, and I will never let you go." - The lump in your throat prevents you from breathing normally.

You hold back the tears that threaten to fall down. Let these words be true. Let him keep his promise. Because you want to be with him. Jungkook breaks into you with a kiss to assure you of his words. Two lonely tears drops melt between your hot kiss. Jungkook pulls away and you breathe heavily into his lips. He wipes away the tear tracks with his thumbs.

"I haven't had anyone." - You confess, your voice desperate. "I couldn't even bear a strange man touching my body. So you are right. I couldn't be with anyone else." - Jungkook smiles with satisfaction. He knew that.

Jungkook sits on the edge of the bed and invites you to sit on his lap. You climb on top, holding onto his shoulders. Jungkook's cock lies between you, and you look hopefully between your bodies. Jungkook touches your chin with two fingers and lifts it, forcing you to look at him.

"I need to stretch you first, baby. You haven't had sex in a long time." - Jungkook says with pleasure in his voice. You nod your head in agreement.

Jungkook puts one hand on your hip and moves the other to your pussy. He dips one finger into the passage and moves the top down, creating some friction. You sigh blissfully, closing your eyes. After a while, he plunges his other finger in. The pressure increases and you moan softly. And when Jungkook plunges his third finger in, you feel a slight discomfort. It's only his fingers, when he puts his cock in it will hurt.

Jungkook has stretched you properly, and then he invites you to ride him.

"Give me a good ride." - He asks you. You smile and get up to sit on his attractive cock. Jungkook puts his cock’s head against your entrance and presses. You slowly lower yourself and when his tip plunges into your passage, you almost immediately feel pain. You scream out in pain and he stops, but not for long. He gives you a few seconds and then pushes down on your hips, lowering you. You're in pain, and you bite your lip to hold back your screams.

Finally you are filled with his cock to the brim. You feel it twitching inside you.

"Fuckin' shit." - Jungkook curses. He holds back as best he can. He really forgot how tight you are.

You sit like this for no more than half a minute. In the meantime, Jungkook has been working on your clit to get you used to its length. You squeeze his shoulders. He kisses you and you want to get down to the real business.

You start moving on his hips, lifting yours. The first movements are accompanied by pain. But after a while it feels good. You squirm on his lap and let out strangled moans. Jungkook helps you by supporting your hips and admires his beloved's face. It eloquently shows pleasure.

"How do you like riding my cock? Huh, baby? Did you miss it?" - Jungkook asks playfully. His voice breaks because you're riding his cock so well.

"Yeah..." - You answer in a long breath. It feels so good, it's pure ecstasy, it's euphoria. You're chasing an orgasm and he's taking you there.

"Let's make this reconciliation unforgettable." - Jungkook suggests. He takes over the initiative with his hands. He squeezes your thighs harder and pushes you deep and sharp. Your head is spinning from these movements. You bite your lips again, but Jungkook moves closer to you. "Don't hold back the moans I deserve." - He orders. You stop biting your lips, and now your loud moans fill the entire room.

Jungkook has found just the right spot. You feel like you're about to come. Your fingernails tear off the skin on his shoulders.

"Love..." - You call out to him. "I'm close."

Jungkook absorbs your expression with an absolutely lustful gaze. He speeds up his movements, but not so that he can come. He's definitely not done with you yet. You raise and lower your hips on Jungkook's lap to finally have the orgasm you've been waiting for.

When the knot in your lower abdomen is untied, you throw your head back and moan long and hard. Your velvety walls are squeezed by Jungkook's cock, and he jerks you upward to keep from cumming himself. You don't realize it right away. Only when you're on your knees, resting your pussy against Jungkook's abs, and you feel his hands on your buttocks.

"What a good girl. You have your first orgasm." - He counts.

Jungkook orders you to lie down on the pillows and spread your legs for him. He positions himself between your legs without sinking into you. He kisses you on the lips, filling your mouth with his tongue. Your tongues intertwine in a dance of love and passion. When you need air, Jungkook breaks the kiss. He goes down to your jaw, then your neck. He savored every inch of your skin, memorizing it again, as if he were discovering something long forgotten but painfully familiar.

He covered your body with kisses until he was in front of your pussy. The memory of his tongue on your clit makes you wet. Jungkook kisses your folds with a weightless kiss, and you're already trembling. He smiles out of the corner of his mouth.

"I forgot how sweet she is." - He comments. You lift your head to see him between your legs. He kisses the inside of your thighs, not wanting to leave an inch of skin on you that he hasn't kissed.

When he begins to lick your clit, making circular motions around your clit, you can't hold your head up. You fall back on the pillows. Your back arches unconsciously. Jungkook squeezes your buttocks and then sucks on your center. You moan again, and Jungkook thinks he'll never get tired of the sound. He's happy that he's the only one who hears these sounds.

You come on his tongue very quickly. Your swollen, excited clit didn't need much attention. You jerk on his tongue and Jungkook presses his tongue against your center to make sure you have your second orgasm of the night as long as possible.

You stop twitching and breathe heavily. Jungkook kneels down by your spread legs and you can see his beard glistening with your juice. He wipes his chin with his hand and comes closer to you.

"Is my baby satisfied?" - He asks. You are almost unable to speak. You smile and barely speak.

"It was just as fucking gorgeous as ever.” - Jungkook laughs heartily, and once again wants to kiss you. You taste your cum on his tongue. His kisses become slower, deeper.

"I've been waiting for this for so long..." - His voice was quiet, almost hoarse, when he broke away from your lips. You, too, had secretly dreamed that you would have the opportunity to be together again. And who knows how it all will worked out.

Jungkook plunged into you again. His cock entered you painlessly this time. You couldn't get enough, because this is what you will always need. You bent to meet his touch, feeling your bodies merging in a single rhythm.

Every movement was slow, as if he wanted to prolong this moment as long as possible.

Jungkook knew every curve of your body, every weakness that made you sigh and tremble. But this time it was different. Deeper. Stronger. It wasn't just desire. It was something more.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as your lips found each other again. He was everything to you that night - a fire that burned from the inside out, and a sea that enveloped you in its waves.

He took his time.

You didn't want it to end.

Your breaths mingle, hot and uneven, as his movements become stronger. He feels a wave of some new emotions, as if he is rediscovering a familiar body.

"You have no idea how much I..." - Jungkook stops, his lips barely touching yours. You open your eyes and stare into his handsome face. You notice beads of sweat on his face and a few loose strands of hair.

"How much what?" - Your voice sounds almost hoarse, and he smiles because he knows you're on the verge.

"How much I missed you." - He finally whispers. You don't have time to say anything because Jungkook is pushing you. You lie in his arms. Your legs are intertwined around his waist. He is deep inside you and this is the best moment of the whole year.

His movements are slow and deep at first, but with each new one he speeds up. He fucks you like never before, and you close your eyes, enjoying the sensation. You feel another orgasm coming over you. Jungkook's hips thrust fast and you choke on the sweetest orgasm of the night.

Jungkook comes after you, filling you to the brim with cum. He jerks inside you for a while and stops only when he releases himself with a whimper.

He collapses into the crook of your neck and you both breathe heavily. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. His heavy breathing mingles with yours, and your heart hasn't yet returned to its normal rhythm. Your throat is dry, and you urgently need water.

Jungkook finally stands up and smiles at you with satisfaction. You reflexively do the same.

"You... water?" - Your voice breaks, and you're almost ashamed of how weak it sounds. Jungkook smiles slightly, realizing that you're asking him for water.

"Just a moment, my love." - He says and pecking on your lips. He gently pulls out of you. You try to sit up and cover yourself with the blanket you had sex on.

Jungkook puts on his boxers, finds a bottle of water on the table, unscrews the cap, and hands it to you. You take a few sips, trying to come to your senses. Jungkook sits down next to you, rests his hands on the bed on either side of your hips, and looks you straight in the eye.

"I don't want to let you go anymore." - He says clearly. You freeze.

"Jungkook..." - You want to say something, but you find yourself unceremoniously interrupted by him.

"I'm serious." - He interrupts. "I was an idiot for letting you leave back then. I thought it was for the best, that you and I would destroy each other if we stayed together. But you know what? It was even worse without you."

You look at him, feeling something hot squeezing your chest.

"I don't know if..." - If we should start again. You want to say. But he interrupts you again. The conversations during sex were frank, but now that you're back to reality, things are just as complicated as they were.

"I know." - His large hands gently wrap around yours. "And I'm going to do everything I can to make up for my mistakes. I don't want just one night, Y/N. I want everything. I want you. I want our future."

You see the sincerity in his dark eyes, and it almost scares you. You're afraid, even though you really want to start over.

"What if it doesn't work out again?" - You share your worries.

"I will make it work. Every day. Every time you doubt, I'll prove to you that I love you more than ever." - He leans in slowly, giving you a chance to stop him. But you don't. Your lips meet again, and this time the kiss is not so hot, not so hasty. It's deeper, more tender.

Like a hope.

Like a promise.

"Let's try again." - You agree. You look into his eyes, reading everything he didn't say out loud: fear, hope, devotion. Jungkook has never been a man to give up easily, and now he was proving it again.

Your fingers involuntarily squeeze his hand, as if checking to see if he is real, if this moment is real.

"Do you promise we will?"

He leans in even closer, his forehead touching yours.

"I promise." - He whispers. And this time you believe him.

Like the northern lights that appear only at certain moments, your feelings had their peaks and troughs, but they were always on the horizon. You could get lost in each other, disappear, losing light, but you came back, blooming with new colors.

Because your love is like the sky itself. Eternal. Unpredictable. And worth waiting for.

[voidcat]

kaiser puts his tattooed hand anywhere on you (your neck especially) and takes pics of it to make it his lockscreen so that everyone can see (<- his own way of paying u back for the marks you left on his neck)

um excuseme??? why are u on my ass??? coming to MY HOUSE and ATTACKING me!??!!!?! do i need to get a restraining order against you two huh is that it....... big sigh uhhh whatever notes: michael kaiser x gn! reader. suggestive content, mdni. what rye has said ig.. i elaborated a little

Michael Kaiser is a man who knows best to get under someone's skin. From countless interactions you've observed over the time be it during matches or behind the scenes- that, you're certain.

And from experience too, much to your chagrin.

A pain in the ass and a walking migraine inducing component as he may be, there is something to him that you always find yourself in the same room, drawn to your demise- not like a moth, no, you'd like to hold hope that whatever runs between the two of you isn't somthing as blinding and vulnerable as that- but you cannot deny there is still an attraction none the less.

Analytical and always knowing where to hit where it hurts most, everything he does is with a purpose. Be it the way he he behaves, speaks with people, which name he uses, whether he gives in to their desperation for a physical connection or remain a cold composure. This, of course, ends with an extremely touchy Kaiser on your side that you've learnt to make peace and live with.

It's almost depressing to think about it, really. How your resolve couldnt hold out any longer and you admited defeat on this front. But what's to follow is somewhat nice, you try to comfort himself. Always a hand around your waist, on your thigh, fingers intervining with yours-- a constant reminder that he is right besides you and he'll never leave you.

Other behaviours though, begin to present after a while- a recent development, you write them off as. Now his hands find your shoulders, kneading into your skin like you're dough for him to shape, placed on your abdomen and rubbing gentle circles, a finger at the nape of your neck, playing with the sensitive skin there; the last one he seems to favor more than the rest. You don't really alert to the action until you catch sight of his phone one day.

For someone who likes to show off, it hadn't even fazed you one bit when you saw a photo album dedicated to the two of you that's not quite safe for public eye. This is Kaiser after all, every oddity he seems to display soon become the new default in your mind- ruining your experience of the world.

So when your thumb scrolls down the numerous photos you don't even recall being taken- mostly without either of your faces but his hand and parts of your body as clear as day- you cannot even find it in you to react.

Your finger comes to a stop as you open a photo in particular. His hand wrapped around your neck, thumb pressing right below your carotis artery, from his rough hold parts of your skin already flushed and his index seeming to be lightly trailing your collarbones with his middle finger to keep company. As you stare at the photograph, you can feel his hand on you again, his digits dancing on your neck, moving up and down slowly, making sure to idle and stroke the areas where you strongly react. Chuckling at the sounds and twitches you make whenever he pinches and presses against a sensitive spot. You'd think maybe this is his payback, or just a preliminary to it.

You've got to admit, from an artist viewpoint, the photos do look.. pleasing to the eye. An aesthetic sense to them, the colorful dark lightning only adding to the atmosphere.

With a sudden shake of your hand, you close the app and put down his phone in a rush but his laughter reaches you before. "What were you staring at so intensely, hm? Found something you like?"

[tadc-harlequin-au]

New Puppet Unlocked: Caine, The Puppetmaster!

Caine's character description:

For the longest time, Caine believed that he was the only Puppet left who hasn't gone insane, and has spent living in near complete and total isolation for it (if it weren't for Bubble, his robotic Butler Blimp), drowning himself in booze for what seemed to be the remainder of his days.

That was, until Pomni suddenly arrived at his office out of nowhere and challenged him.

Her sudden appearance, her fierceness in battle and various other reasons, Caine sought to get Pomni to see the dire situation after a stalemate in their duel; That they're the last remnants of sane minds remaining in this forsaken lands and he needs her help for what must be done next, if they are to improve the world's conditions. Thankfully, the Harlequin was not actually cold-hearted, just hot-tempered.

Reinvigorated in his self-assigned purpose, The Puppetmaster now spends his time either indoctrinating reawakened Puppets and teaching them how to become "human" once more, tinkering/inventing new machines, having friendly debates or sparring with Pomni just to satisfy her urge to battle, and various other things.

Though, he still likes to drink.

Fun facts about Caine:

He is a massive drunkard.

He passes out in the most random places if he drinks too much. One of the most outrageous locations Pomni has found him in was at the chandelier on the main lounge, which even he can't remember how he got there.

Caine still acts boisterous and speaks mostly formally; though there are ways you can break his way of speech, the easiest way to do it is to surprise him.

He avoids using swears, says it's a gentleman's code. Though, some get past his mouth on a rare occasion.

He created Bubble out of loneliness, initially just wanting someone to talk to.

In a comedic parallel, he tends to limit Pomni's cravings for battle by holding her sword hostage as much as possible, of course to the Harlequin's frustration.

His second gold tooth on his bottom jaw was a result of his and Pomni's first meeting/duel. She ended up kicking him so hard in her rage, one teeth cracked in half and flew off.

He tends to look at everyone with a positive mindset and the want to see the best in them; although Jax seems to be a rare exception. Still, he lets the automaton be.

Most of his time is spent hanging around in his office. The only time you'll see him outside is if there's a task he needs to attend to, assembling Pomni back together in the cellar, another sparring match with the Harlequin, or when he talks to Z and/or Kingr, since they are both too big for the insides of the mansion.

Like almost every ADHD-person, he is prone to getting distracted easily.

He has a strict "no fighting in the premises" rule; instead, he tells them to literally take it outside (even if it means being on the neighboring lawn), as long as it's not on the INSIDE.

He keeps his shirt opened because he feels discomfort and suffocated when he buttons it up.

He doesn't like to talk about his past.

When asked what's his classification, he'll avoid and switch topics. His rare anger (but eerily-calm way of speech) comes out when you ask about it too much.

He does admit that his entire body was self-modified.

You can hear his arrival in a scene by the sounds of ball joints slightly cracking in place.

Aside from Pomni, he likes Kingr the most, finding the chess piece's presence calming. This has lead to jokes about a bromance happening between the two.

And just like Pomni as well, Caine fixes Kingr the most because the Helpful King tends to use himself as a shield for the Harlequin.

He's rarely seen without his cane.

He HEAVILY dislikes it when Pomni dies. When he is aware that Pomni is at the brink of death, he'll start panicking and telling her to go back and abandon the mission for now, through Bubble.

After Pomni's surprise arrival (and proof that he could still be hunted down if he wasn't careful enough), he took the manor up to the skies to ensure that the manor remains a safe haven.

Quotes:

"Greetings! I am Caine, and I am here to help you. That's all you need to know."

"I think we can arrange that."

"This is not part of the plan!"

"No fighting! Take it outside."

"Perhaps we can reach to a sort of agreement..."

"Hmm... quite intriguing."

"Why, I must say, this is quite the predicament..."

"Will you be mindful of your own sake next time, pretty please?"

"... I don't-... think that's how-... you know what, do whatever you want."

"... Okay, you don't need to go that far."

"You know what this calls for? [...] A CELEBRATION! [...] BUBBLE, TO THE LIQUOR STORAGE"

"You know, I haven't really thought this through enough--"

"BUBBLE! Did you chew through my latest project again?!"

"Oy vey..."

"I am aware of the effect that alcohol has on me. And quite frankly, I don't care."

"Strange, where am I? Who am I? What are we, but mass-produced products catered to extending one's stay on a desolate, abandoned realm? Are we even human anymore, or are we machines that think we're human in order to save ourselves from the pain of a fake existence? Hm? Oh right, I haven't eaten my dinner."

"Must we really resort to this method?"

"Oh, I just fixed that!"

"Apologies, I blanked out for a second. What were we talking about?"

"Bubble here can help you out on your dilemma. Just don't listen to him for any advices. Personally, I think sometimes he can make you jump off a cliff."

"What do you mean "I need to stop drinking"? I'm perfectly fi- *passes out*"

"Am I aware that it is an unhealthy coping mechanism? Yes. Do I plan to stop? Not exactly, there aren't a lot of options left."

"That is outrageous! Me? With her? That's... It's... *sigh* I can't. She'd never."

"May I just say, for once, what the actual fuck."

[twstedfreak]

The Disappearance of Y/N L/N | PRELUDE - 00

Pairings: Various! JJK x Reader (Sukuna, Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Naoya, Toji)

Synopsis: Y/N L/N has vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a trail of confusion and unanswered questions. Sukuna, Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Naoya, and Toji are all pulled into the investigation, each one a suspect. They all believe Y/N is still out there, but none of them know what really happened. Their fragmented memories and conflicting stories of their last encounters with Y/N only deepen the mystery. As Detective Higuruma digs deeper into their pasts, he uncovers dark secrets and hidden motives, but the truth remains just out of reach.

Genre: Dark Romance(?), Mystery, Thriller, Psychological

Warnings: Mature Themes, Mentions of Death, Violence, Abandonment, Graphic Descriptions (crime scene), Trauma, Psychological Distress, Unreliable Narrator

A/N: Hey, it's been a while, but I’m back! Here’s the start of The Disappearance of Y/N L/N. If you like stories where a character lingers in the background and haunts the narrative (you know, that character), then you’re in the right place. This one's got a little mystery, a little kick, a little suspense, and a whole lot of unanswered questions. Hope you enjoy the ride! and as always, thanks for reading! I really appreciate the follow, reblogs, and likes so w/o further adeu,, let's all begin :3

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—Some people vanish quietly. She didn’t.

The rain hadn’t stopped for three days. The city pulsed under a curtain of gray, neon signs bleeding color through the wet streets. Inside the station, Detective Hiromi Higuruma stood before a case file that hadn’t been touched in weeks—until now.

Y/N L/N.

Age: 25.

Status: Missing.

Presumed deceased.

No body. No note. No witnesses. Just absence.

The kind that wraps itself around you like smoke—clinging, stinging, impossible to ignore.

He flipped open the folder, slow and careful. Her photo was clipped to the front page, eyes too alive for a still image, lips curled slightly like she was about to laugh—or lie. It unsettled him. Most victims’ photos looked hollow, frozen in the past. Hers seemed to look back.

She had disappeared six months ago. No signs of struggle. No sign she ever planned to leave. Just a single call to emergency dispatch—never traced—then silence.

There was no family listed. No one had come forward when she vanished. No concerned boyfriend, no best friend sobbing into the receiver. Only one person had even noticed she was gone.

An elderly woman from the neighboring apartment.

Hiromi’s jaw clenched as he read over her initial statement again, scribbled in loose, looping handwriting with parts underlined and circled.

"She waters her plants every morning. Always the same time. I could hear her singing to them sometimes. But then… she just stopped." "The cat started meowing more. Crying at the door. I saw it getting thinner. Day by day. I knew something was wrong when the leaves by her doorway started to brown. She never let them wither." "I called the tenant. Told him something was wrong. We went in." "Her apartment—it looked like someone had been living there and then just left. Just… left. Plates were still on the table. Food rotting. Worms in it. The sink had dirty water. Like she got up in the middle of lunch and never came back. The cat was still inside. Barely alive." "Please find her. That sweet girl. Where could she have gone to..."

Hiromi imagined the scene. The stench. The silence. The way abandonment settles into a room like mildew. Her cat, bones beneath its fur, curling into itself, waiting.

And the apartment, it told a story, even if no one else would. No signs of forced entry. No indication of a struggle. Nothing stolen. No signs of packing. It was as if she’d simply evaporated into the walls.

That’s what got to him.

He’d seen crime scenes drenched in violence. But this? This was worse. This was absence. An unnatural quiet. Like she had been erased.

Hiromi leaned back in his chair, the old wood creaking beneath him. The city outside blurred through the glass—neon signs bleeding red and electric blue onto slick pavement. Tokyo was wide awake, uncaring. But inside this file, inside this room, was something unfinished. Something rotting.

The more he read, the less he understood.

Until he found the envelope.

Tucked at the back of the file was a thin, unmarked envelope. It hadn’t come with the report. There was no label, no sender. Just one handwritten note on the outside.

“Reopen. Start with them.”

Tucked inside the folder were names. Six of them.

He read them once. Then again.

Ryomen Sukuna

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Kento Nanami

Toji Fushiguro

Naoya Zen’in

No prior connection between them, not on paper. No overlapping records. No reason to suspect them, yet here they were, listed under Persons of Interest. Not suspects. Not witnesses. Just men with suspicions.

Y/N.

What stood out wasn’t their reputations— all though some were notorious in their own right, it was how different they were. Different lives, different worlds. And yet, somehow, all tangled up in hers.

The deeper Hiromi read, the stranger it got. No official record of romantic ties. No clear motive. But there were letters. Notes. Photos. Snapshots of a woman who meant something different to each of them. A chameleon. A muse. A mistake. A memory.

It was like piecing together a puzzle where every piece belonged to a different picture.

Still… No one had reported her missing.

Not one of them.

That bothered him the most.

He sat back in his chair, the storm outside echoing his thoughts. Any time now, he’d begin the interviews. But for now, all he had were names and questions and the heavy knowledge that someone wasn’t telling true.

Was Y/N dead?

Perhaps, she is alive.. somewhere

Was she hiding?

And if she was hiding... from who?

But what terrified Hiromi wasn’t what they would say. It was what they wouldn’t.

Two months have passed.

A girl with no trace. An apartment like a tomb. A cat barely breathing, clinging to hope in the only way it knew how.

And now, six men. Each one who might have a story.

But only one of them, Hiromi was certain, would know the truth.

And the truth? It would not come easy.

This wasn’t just a missing person case.

He was intrigued.

Maybe, this was something else.

Maybe something cold.

Maybe something violent.

Maybe something personal.

. . . . Who knows?

“Someone needs to be looking for this girl.”

The next morning came with no sun. Just a dull, smothered sky pressing down on the city like a weight. Hiromi walked into the precinct with the file under his arm and the envelope of names secured inside. The halls were half-awake, the scent of burnt coffee and cold sweat lingering like ghosts from the night shift.

He didn’t wait to be called in. He headed straight for the chief's office.

Detective Masuda barely looked up from his desk when Hiromi entered. He was an old dog, worn thin by decades of rot in the system, and even thinner on patience. His tie was crooked. His shirt wrinkled. But his eyes, sharp as broken glass lifted the moment he saw the folder in Hiromi's hand.

"You're early," Masuda muttered, leaning back.

"I'm taking the L/N case," Hiromi said, setting the folder on the desk with a dull thud. "Nearly two months missing. No family, no formal report, but a witness. We’ve got signs of abandonment, starvation, possible neglect, and names. Some big ones."

Masuda raised an eyebrow. "You're wasting your time on a cold ghost story?"

Hiromi’s tone didn’t waver. "It's not cold. It’s buried. There's a difference."

Then, Hiromi reached into the file—past the grainy photographs, past the neighbor’s written testimony, past the preliminary notes from the patrol officer who first stepped into that hollowed-out apartment.

He pulled out a plain, creased envelope.

Unmarked. No return address. No police seal. Just a thin fold of paper that felt heavier than the rest of the file.

He slid it across Masuda’s desk with two fingers, slow and deliberate.

"Look at this," Hiromi said, his voice low, unreadable. “Someone wanted this case reopened.”

Masuda raised an eyebrow, then opened it.

Inside were six names, printed on a small sheet of paper like they’d been clipped from some confidential database. Clean type. No context. No explanation. But they hit like a punch.

Ryomen Sukuna.

Satoru Gojo.

Suguru Geto.

Kento Nanami.

Toji Fushiguro.

Naoya Zen’in.

Masuda’s eyes narrowed. “What exactly are you proposing?”

Hiromi straightened. “I’m requesting search warrants. For her apartment. For their personal records. Surveillance near her building from the last 90 days. We reopen this case—formally.”

There was a pause. The silence between two men who had seen enough in their lives to recognize when something felt off.

“You’re going to stir up a hornet’s nest,” Masuda warned. “These men. Some of them have influence. Money. Ties to people who don’t like being watched.”

“I don’t care,” Hiromi said. “There’s a girl no one’s looking for. And the longer she stays missing, the colder she gets.”

Masuda looked at Hiromi and frowned as he reached for the file. 

He frowned.

“I know some of these names,” he muttered. “Whispers. Trouble. One of them’s a consultant for a private security firm, isn’t he? Another was tied to that Shibuya case, but never charged.”

Hiromi nodded slowly. “They all move in different circles. None of them clean. None of them ever in the same room at the same time. But somehow , it seems like they’re all connected to her.”

“And you’re saying this girl… Y/N…?”

“She’s the thread,” Hiromi replied. “I think she somehow ran through each of their lives like clockwork. One by one. I don’t know what she meant to them, or what they meant to her. But she’s gone. And they’re all still here.”

He leaned forward now, tone darker. “But not one of them filed a report. Not one of them called to check in. Not one of them even pretended to be concerned.”

Masuda exhaled slowly, tension creasing his brow. He looked down at the names again, like they might rearrange themselves into something less dangerous. But they didn’t.

Hiromi’s voice dropped to a near-whisper.

Hiromi didn’t stop with just the names.

He reached into the envelope again, this time pulling out a series of photographs—old, slightly worn, printed on glossy paper like someone had developed them by hand. Not police-issue. Not digital. Personal.

He laid them out on Masuda’s desk, one by one, like cards in a tarot reading.

The room seemed to quiet with each photo placed down. You could nearly hear a pin drop.

First Photo:

It wasn’t a posed photo. It looked like it wasn’t meant to be taken at all.

The grain of the image suggested it came from an old CCTV still or maybe a camera phone shot from behind tinted glass. Y/N was sitting on the floor of what looked like a stairwell—somewhere dim and industrial, like the back exit of a club. Her knees were tucked to her chest, cheek resting on them, hair messy, mascara smeared like she’d been crying.

Sukuna Ryomen was standing a few feet away, partially turned, as if caught mid-motion. His fists were clenched, jaw tight, but he wasn’t looking at her—he was looking at whoever took the picture.

His stare was dead-on. Unblinking.

Unmistakably a threat.

The only thing more chilling than the fury in his eyes was the stillness in hers. Not scared. Not begging. Just… resigned.

It wasn’t a couple caught in a sweet moment.

It looked like the last quiet moment before something terrible happened.

Second Photo:

It wasn’t the typical carefree shot. At first glance, it seemed playful enough—Y/N and Satoru Gojo laughing at something only he could’ve said, her mouth open in a wide grin, eyes squinting from the brightness of the neon lights reflecting off her face. Gojo’s trademark shades were pushed up to the top of his head, his grin wide, almost too wide.

But there was something off.

Y/N was leaning back, hands bracing against a wall as if she was about to pull away—but Gojo’s hand was still on her wrist, fingers curled around it tightly, a little too tightly. The carefree nature of the moment felt staged, the way he kept her just close enough to hold on—and the look in her eyes was no longer one of amusement. There was a flicker of unease, a momentary hesitation before her smile flickered and she tilted her head, like she was waiting for something.

Third Photo:

This wasn’t a photo that seemed like it belonged in a keepsake album. It looked like a stolen moment—an uncomfortable one. Y/N and Suguru Geto were in a photo booth, yes, but there was no fun, no laughter. The graininess of the image made it almost feel like it had been taken from some hidden corner.

In the first frame, Y/N was giving a peace sign, but her smile was strained, too tight. Her eyes weren’t on the camera, they were glancing sideways at Geto, as if she had just said something, but his reaction didn’t match her expression. 

It seems like his hand was resting on her knee in the second frame, and while she looked down at it with an almost imperceptible frown, his fingers were draped too casually. The tension between them was palpable, even in black and white.

In the third frame, she leaned in closer, but instead of the intimacy one might expect, her shoulders were stiff, her body angled away from him. Geto, on the other hand, stared straight into the camera with an unnerving, cold intensity, his eyes unwavering. He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t even pretending to.

In the final frame, her peace sign had dropped. Her face was half-turned, lips parted as if she was about to say something, but the silence in the booth felt suffocating. Geto’s gaze, though, never wavered—sharp, calculating, as though he was looking right through her.

This wasn’t a photo of affection.

Fourth Photo:

This was not a moment anyone would expect from Kento Nanami. The photo showed him and Y/N in what seemed like an ordinary moment at a cozy, well-lit café—her hands wrapped around a coffee cup, his resting on the table beside her. They were sitting close, but something about the image made it feel wrong.

Y/N’s expression wasn’t one of comfort; it was a mixture of betrayal and shock. Her lips were slightly parted, but she wasn’t speaking. Her eyes were focused on something—no, someone—behind the camera, and the tension was palpable. Nanami’s face was unreadable, but his eyes, usually calm and steady, had a flicker of something unsettling—guilt? Regret? His hand, which was placed casually on the table, was pressed against hers in a manner that, on the surface, seemed simple. But looking closer, you could see the slight tremble in his fingers, like he was holding back something. His eyes never met hers, not in the way they should have. Instead, he was staring down at the table, at the spot where their hands touched.

What was truly shocking, though, was the small, crumpled letter partially visible under the coffee cup, its edges bent from being squeezed too tightly. It was addressed to Y/N. But there was no smile, no warmth in her expression. Instead, there was a quiet, unspoken question hanging between them.

Had he written the letter? Had he given it to her? And why was it so clear from the photo that she was already done, even if she hadn’t said a word?It wasn’t a moment of love or affection. It was a moment frozen between a decision and a realization, the weight of something left unsaid hanging heavily between them.

Fifth Photo:

The photo was nothing like anyone would expect from Toji Fushiguro. He was known for his cold demeanor, but this shot caught him at his most vulnerable—at least, in a way no one would have anticipated. Y/N and Toji were locked in a heated kiss, but it wasn’t romantic—it was almost primal. His hand was tangled in her hair, gripping it with a force that made her head tilt back, exposing the vulnerable line of her throat. There was no gentle approach here. No slow build. It was pure, raw need.

Y/N, completely caught up in the moment, looked a mess. Her lipstick was smudged, her hair was tangled and falling wildly around her face, and her eyes—when they weren’t squeezed shut—held a dazed and frenzied look, as if she couldn’t even fully comprehend what was happening. In one hand, she carelessly held a cigarette, the smoke curling up toward the ceiling, forgotten and almost abandoned, as if it didn’t matter in this moment. Her other hand was gripping the back of Toji’s neck, nails digging into his skin, as if she were holding on for dear life.

The intensity between them was palpable, raw—there was no tenderness, no softness in the way their bodies collided. Toji’s chest was pressed against hers, his grip firm, almost possessive, and Y/N was lost in it, her body leaning toward him, caught in the urgency of the kiss. It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t graceful. It was reckless.

The background was barely visible, a dark, dimly lit room, adding to the feeling that this was a fleeting, chaotic moment—one that wasn’t supposed to be captured, yet it was. It felt like something that should have been erased, but instead, it was frozen forever. The cigarette, the way her body was slanted against his, the way he held her like she was the only thing keeping him grounded—it wasn’t just a kiss. It was fire and danger, a reckless dance that neither could stop once it had begun.

Sixth Photo:

The image was caught mid-motion grainy, distant, probably taken by someone on the street. Y/N was stepping out of a sleek black car, one heel already on the curb, the other still inside. She looked furious. Her lipstick was smudged like she’d bitten her lip too hard. Her hand was raised in a sharp motion mid-gesture. They seem to be in a mid-argument. Naoya Zenin was still in the driver’s seat, leaned over, clearly shouting something back at her through the open door. His jaw was clenched, face twisted in frustration.

You couldn’t hear the words, but the body language said enough. She was done. He wasn’t.

No smiles. No poised elegance. Just raw emotion between two people unraveling in real time.

It was the only photo where she looked like she wanted to leave

—and the only one where someone was trying to stop her.

Masuda stared at the spread of a mess on the table.

Six men.

Six moments.

Six different versions of Y/N.

“She’s a ghost stitched into all of them,” Hiromi said, voice low. “A different girl in every photo. The question is, who was she really? And why did she vanish without a trace?”

Masuda looked back up at him, face unreadable.

Hiromi tapped the photos one more time.

“Someone slipped this into the file, chief. No initials. No trace. Just the names and these photos. That’s not random. That’s someone telling us where to start.”

He let that sit for a moment.

And then, like a hammer to glass, he added, “I think we’re not looking at a disappearance. I think we’re looking at something worse. And someone out there, someone who knew her. Wants us to dig.”

Masuda didn’t answer right away.

But Hiromi could tell by the way his fingers tightened around the edge of the envelope.

The case is open now. Whether the department liked it or not.

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[kykyonthemoon]

Rain On The Way Home

Zayne takes you home after an argument between the two of you.

ಇ. Zayne x Reader/MC

ಇ. Tags & warnings: since there's a bit spicy at the end I shall put 16+, MDNI here, fluff, short and sweet, kiss and make up, making out, argument, hurt/comfort, established relationship, character might be a bit ooc idk.

ಇ. Word count: ~1k9

ಇ. Based on a request by YNhi.

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Your lips were pursed tightly. Hands placed on your thighs were clenched so tightly that you could feel the nails digging into your skin. You did your hardest to keep back the tears that threatened to fall, but failed. Warm drops dripped on the back of your hands, and you brushed them away as soon as you noticed a familiar figure approaching from afar.

Zayne opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. He did not glance at you or say anything. You turned entirely to face the window, observing the soft drizzle fall outside. All you wanted to do was kick the car door open, run out into the rain and scream your lungs out.

The atmosphere between the two of you had never been this stuffy. You could have left alone, but because your body was injured and your emotions were all over the place, you lacked the strength to oppose Zayne's decision. So you let him do anything he wanted. Perhaps that was best for both.

Just a second ago, you fought to reject him and ended up sitting here with bitterness in your heart, allowing him to take you home, allowing him to control you like a puppet again.

The third time you had been hospitalized in one short month, you had also reached Zayne's limit.

People at the hospital claimed that when Dr. Zayne was upset, he became quite frightening. They thought he would explode and anyone unlucky enough to get in his way would suffer. On the contrary, Zayne's rage was like a blizzard on the horizon. You might believe it would not find you, but when it did, no matter where you hid, you would never be secure. 

And that day, for the first time ever, Doctor Zayne was seen losing his usual composure.

His lengthy and fast steps resembled racing through long and busy corridors. The hospital room door opened in such a way that it was about to come off its hinges. Zayne's face solidified. Without a word, he confiscated your medical documents and commanded everyone to go, in such a frightening manner that the nurse caring for you had to shiver from the cold after leaving.

Zayne looked at the documents and then at the wound on your shoulder. It was treated in time but remained painful. The injury had left you quite weak, but after nearly a day of medical care, what distressed you the most was Zayne's attitude.

Before he could say anything, you spoke up and explained:

“It was just an incident… It wasn't like I took the initiative to accept this mission. It's just that there were no other Hunters closer to the attack area than I was…”

“That's why, despite the fact that you hadn't completely recovered and were resting, you hurried to the scene, dismissing your prior injuries. Dismissing your doctor's orders?"

One corner of the file in Zayne's hand was so tight that it became wrinkled when he let go and threw it hard on the nearby table. He turned his back on you and looked out the window. One hand on his hip, the other hand to bury his face. He acted as if he was trying his best to retain the last bit of composure. 

"I'm fine." You said. "I honestly felt no discomfort. I have been able to move properly for a week now. Staying at home constantly is boring. I needed to stretch a little so I could get back to work quickly."

Zayne slowly turned around to look at you. He was still standing in the corner of the room, and you noticed the window glass behind him starting to freeze. 

“You were bored? If you feel bored, call your friends. If you feel bored, go shopping or hang out where you like to go. You were bored so you decided to jump right into a group of Wanderers?"

“Zayne…” You grimaced. “I don't like you this way… You… are acting so strange…”

“Do you think I'd like to see you lying here? Do you think I'd like to see you being carried to the hospital?"

"I'm sorry…" You murmured. You knew it was you to blame for not listening to him and instead running to the scene of the attack. But you were conscious of your own strength and wanted to fulfill the commitment you made when you decided to become a Hunter.

"You've said sorry for the third time this month." Zayne responded. His face was rigid, yet his fists were clasped firmly. "I've heard enough."

"Oh, just quit it!" You abruptly raised your voice. "I told you I didn't like you acting this way. As a Hunter, it's normal for me to get hurt!"

Zayne opened his eyes wide. He was astonished by your response. He stayed silent so you could pour out your feelings.

“I am capable of taking care of myself! I don't like being told what to eat or drink. I don't like being told what time I must  go to bed. Or being compelled to stay at home even though I have completely recovered and ready to battle! I'm not a child for you to order around, or tell me to do this and that!”

“You're saying, I'm too controlling over you?”

“I…” You halted. It seemed that was true. Even while you knew Zayne had good intentions and genuinely cared for you, you were unable to avoid feeling as if he was in charge of every part of your life, controlling every meal and sleep. 

"Understood."

Silence permeated the hospital room for a long moment. Zayne gazed at you as if he was considering something, then he started to pack up your clothes and belongings that remained in the room.

“What are you doing?” 

Zayne responded: “I don't want to be the one who controls you. You will be discharged from the hospital and free to do as you please.”

“What do you mean by that?” Free? It sounded like he did not care about you anymore. It sounded like he was going to give you your freedom back by not getting involved in anything related to you anymore.

“I will not force you to stay here. No one can do that. In roughly ten minutes, someone will come and take you to my car. I only ask you to do this for me once more.”

Having said that, Zayne turned and left. The door closed behind his broad back and you swore you were about to cry right from that moment.

The nurse came to inform you that Dr. Zayne had directly requested your discharge from the hospital. They let you go since your situation was not too serious and they believed Zayne would care for you discreetly at home. Zayne waited for you in the parking lot. He unlocked the door for you to enter first and returned to fetch a few more medical supplies before driving you home.  

All along the way, you kept wondering if you had made a big mistake. You were exceptionally disrespectful and became frustrated with Zayne for no reason. However, he did not give in to you as he always did. Confused, you simply wanted to lie down on your pleasant mattress at home and weep loudly. However, as the car came to a halt in front of your flat, Zayne refused to let you get out.

You turned to look at him. He looked exhausted and miserable. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, then your eyes met for a moment. You were the first to break that connection.

"I'm home now. Can I leave yet? Or do I still have to wait for your permission?"

"Just stay a little more." Zayne's deep voice rang out. He was considerably more relaxed now than he had been previously. "I'm sorry…"

That was the first time you had heard an apology from him. How strange! Usually, you were the one making trouble, and Zayne was the one who looked after you. You were the one who said sorry. Hearing those words coming out of his mouth made you feel so odd.

“I'm sorry if I become too controlling and that makes you feel uncomfortable.”

You were astonished for a second. You still wanted to weep, but your emotions had settled down considerably.

Zayne slipped his hand down from the steering wheel to seize yours and turned it over. He said:

“When I saw you almost unconscious from the poison, being carried into the hospital room, my heart seemed to stop beating. That is not something I want to see at all.”

Zayne's eyes were quite sorrowful. You subconsciously imagined that if you switched roles and the injured person was him, you definitely would not be able to remain calm in such a situation.

“I know you can take care of yourself,” Zayne continued. “But I still want to help you do that and protect you. In my own way.”

After he finished speaking, there was a moment of calmness. The street lights were illuminated, and the rain stopped pouring. You softly clutched his hand.

“I'm sorry too, because what I said was not true… I didn't mean to call you a dictator who controls this relationship…”

You smiled at him. The corners of Zayne's lips also loosened somewhat. He took your hand and tenderly pressed a kiss on.

“I'm really okay.” You added. “The doctor also said that the poison from the Wanderers had been purified. I don't feel too much pain anymore."

Zayne gave a slight nod. He understood this from the moment he read your record. That was why he boldly asked for you to be discharged from the hospital. Even though he was upset, your safety would come first in any case.

"You said you were fine?" Zayne inquired out of the blue. "How do you prove it then?"

You exhaled. After all, he still had reservations about your ability to care for yourself. You leaned in to offer him a passionate kiss. The resentment in your heart melted away in his warmth.

As your lips withdrew from Zayne's, he whispered:

"Good enough. However, in the future, if there is an issue between us, or if you are dissatisfied with something I do,... can I trust you to talk to me directly about it?"

You gave a modest nod. Zayne kissed you, deep. He caressed you but only so gently, as if afraid that you would melt into rain bubbles if he became too greedy. A while later, perhaps since your head was hazy from the injury, you had no clue how you ended up sitting on top of Zayne in the driver's seat, your lips locked with him while your hands constantly touching his flesh underneath the shirt. His delicate but searing kisses fell on your shoulder, around the bandaged area that had just been revealed to his sight as he pulled your shirt down. He kissed your wounds, new and old. He asked softly, would you feel pain if he touched them? And you replied that there was only pain if he did not do so.

Rain began pouring again; it might last all night long. How convenient, since he did not intend to let you get out of the car in such a condition.

[taylorklosscomeout138]

Woke up to Tayliar at it again so I'm here to make it very clear that "Lucy" is NOT Lucy Dacus. Lucy refers to Lucy Simon, Carly Simon's sister. We all know Karlie is named after Carly Simon, so who does that make Lucy? Karlie's sister, Kimby Kloss.

Lucy ELIZABETH Simon

Karlie ELIZABETH Kloss

Carly ELISABETH Simon

If you don't believe me that Carly Simon, Lucy Simon, and James are entirely relevant to TTPD, here is some concrete proof. TTPD released on April 19th, you know what else came out on exactly April 19th in 2016? Taylor's 73 questions with Vogue interview where she said that her favorite song lyric was "I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee" from You're So Vain by Carly Simon and then she made this lyric the visual ending of the KARma MV. Right after the Carly Simon comment she filmed the iconic "You should take her to Big Sur" scene before walking back in where you can see photos of her and Karlie framed on the shelf. .....on April 19th. It is undeniably connected.

Now I'm going to back this up with the HEAPS of evidence that majority of TTPD is through the lens of Karlie and Taylor being the reimagined do-over of Carly Simon and her exes James Taylor/James Hart. You're going to want to take a seat for this one.

Lucy was in a sister musical duo with Carly Simon and guess what the genre of music was? Folk. Hold onto that thought about Taylor being James in Folklore because she was named after James Taylor, that's important. Also keep in mind Betty is short for Elizabeth, tying Betty to Karlie/Carly.

Lucy Simon is best known for her work as a composer in the musical The Secret Garden. Sound familiar? It should, and it's from the song of Taylor's that puts this puzzle together.

I hate it here starts off with the lyric "tell me something awful, like you are a poet, trapped inside the body of a finance guy." And then goes on to say "I hate it here so I will go to Secret Gardens in my mind".

Now remember how I mentioned Carly Simon had 2 James exes? Sure everyone knows about James Taylor, but what we all looked passed for so long was Carly's second husband, James Hart. And when you look him up, you find something that matches that prior lyric a little.. all too well.

James Hart also known as Jim, was a closested gay poet who worked as an insurance salesman and he did not come out as gay until 20 years into his marriage with Carly Simon. In other words, James Hart was a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy......

Taylor is James Hart. And this was the James she named herself after in Folklore, not James Taylor. She has metaphorically been James Hart majority of her discography, and she told us in Lover.

Remember how I said James Hart remained closeted for a total of 20 years of marriage to Carly Simon? In Daylight, Taylor says "I've been sleeping so long in a 20 year dark night, and now I see daylight"

This is where we pivot back to the James Taylor of it all because it is important to note that Carly Simon and James Taylor's wedding anniversary is on the first day of Daylight Savings being over, Nov 3rd.

On Nov 3rd 2024, exactly 38 minutes before Daylight Savings ended and after Taylor just played "The Prophecy x This Love" and Maroon x Cowboy Like Me... Karlie posted herself at a WEDDING with MAROON nails in broad DAYLIGHT despite it being 1:22am Central, doing the TTPD peace sign.

You seriously can't make this up.

Daylight Savings ending meant the clocks went back, like going back in time, to change the Prophecy. Now Taylor explains the Prophecy as being destined to not end up with her one true love. And she mashed it with "this love came BACK to me". Which is the entire premise of The Alchemy with lyrics like "making a comeback to where I belong, your heart said it's STILL reserved for me."

And the final piece of evidence that this story of TTPD is told through the reimagined lens of Carly Simon / both James is in The Alchemy. Because the alchemy IS what undoes The Prophecy.

In The Alchemy Taylor says "he jokes that it's her*in but this time with an e." , and many fans have struggled to understand what this lyric refers to... but it is very obvious for those who have paid attention to her use of Carly Simon and James Taylor.

So now we turn to the question, WHY did Carly Simon and James Taylor split in the first place? I'll let you read.

Meaning when you put everything together, the overarching message is that THIS time it was different, THIS time their love came back to them, because the person named after Carly Simon, and the person named after James Taylor, DID end up together in the end. Changing "the prophecy" that destined their love to fail in the same way that Carly and James did.

Also the "heroine" part to the joke is because in this version they are both women.

And it all goes back to Red with Begin Again. Because who would she be talking about that had as many James Taylor records as her, if not the woman who was quite literally named after Carly Simon?

I wonder if she ever gave us any sign that Begin Again was about Karlie.... oh wait.

In the Begin Again MV you can see a CAR license plate in the background, and it literally has Karlie's full name and birth year in code.

11 = 11th letter of alphabet = K = Karlie

EZ = Elizabeth

K = Kloss

92 = 1992

K EZ K 92

Karlie Elizabeth Kloss 1992.

[romanoffsbish]

Method Acting

Scarlett Johansson x F!R

Request | When your friend gives you the leading role in her debut sapphic rom-com you find yourself elated, but then you see who her star-studded casting managed to be and suddenly you aren’t too sure what to do. How does one work with their crush in such intimate ways and not swoon further? | WC: 2,516

Smut: Masturbation (R) — Non-con 👀 (SJ) | Mommy (SJ) | Oral / Fingering (R) | Thigh-Riding (SJ) | Overstimulation (R)

18+ | Minors DNI

"Where'd all that confidence go, hm?" You gulped, not only to remain in character, but because Scarlett was literally hovering over your body and it was like the air around you'd thinned. Your head felt light, but you still managed to stutter out your line, "I-It was a r-ruse."

Bentley chuckled, "You know, I don't think I mind," then she lowered her smirking face into the crook of your neck, your breath dramatically hitched, and you threw your head back to give her the necessary space to leave behind her pale pink gloss for the camera to see.

——

This was meant to be acting, but she wasn't exactly not sucking a partial mark into your skin, fortunately it was hidden from any lens viewpoint, and it only really added to the scene as you moaned out affectedly.

"There you go Raina," she rasped against your cheek, smearing her collected spit and gloss on the skin. "I knew you'd be a perfect little dove for your mommy, you just needed me to help dumb you down, hm..."

You whimpered the title inquisitively, giving off the characters innocent girl aura as her lips clashed into yours, but deep in your soul you wanted to scream it.

Well, for the blonde starlet that is, Scarlett was nothing short of a goddess, her beauty perceivably effortless. It came with many perks, one of those being the ability to have people figuratively crumble before her. You had actually done so physically when you first shook her hand, it was embarrassing and she's teased you since.

When she wasn't teasing you though she was a natural nurturer. There was a calmness she brought to your anxious life that you were going to miss when filming inevitably comes to an end. Which was actually taking place this week, today you were working on the climax.

Bentley, her character, finally had a chance to corner Raina so that she could finally prove her love with the length of her fingers. Up until now your character had been avoiding Bentley as they were forced to see one another at the weekend long reception of a mutual.

Maritza, the director, screenwriter, and best friend of yours wanted the sex to feel real, so she is letting you two feel it out in a set of scenes. Scarlett appreciated the artistic creativity, because she wanted nothing more than to bring you to bliss, even if only fictionally as she knew the cameras were rolling. You genuinely liked the idea of an organic, sapphic scene too, but you just wished it could have been with any other actress.

Not the one you were recklessly falling in love with.

"Cut!" The director called after she felt there was enough tension, and kissing caught for the scene. She was also your very best friend, and knew you were likely spiraling beneath the surface; below Scarlett.

As soon as the director gave you the all clear for the night you took off without even sparing the blonde a glance. Months on this set with her and she'd teased you every step of the way, playing on your obvious crush, the one you'd publicized just a year ago.

"Y/N, who's your celebrity crush?" It was an easy question to answer, and since you were such a newcomer in the acting world it felt harmless to give them one, "Scarlett Johansson, she is just so gorgeous, and that voice of hers is just, ugh, don't even get me started." Or so you thought. Because not even three months later did you find out she'd be playing the love interest in this low-budget, cheesy sapphic rom-com.

The blonde was absolutely ecstatic when she got the script in her email because it came with your name attached. This was your closest friend's script, so you were given the lead without any issues, except for the casting. Without you ever knowing she took a shot in the dark by sending it to the woman who'd grown interested in you the moment she saw you in that interview. When you got the casting news you were mortified, and the blonde used that to her advantage.

There was no denying you meant it when she arrived on set for the chemistry read through, you were a bit of a stuttering mess—true to the character, but it was clear to the blonde that you were just being yourself. Scarlett played the part a bit too well, but she still kept it hidden that she desired you too. Until tonight she'd believed it was never going to go anywhere, but then you moaned in her ear and she realized it had to.

You weren't the only one affected by the small scene.

Scarlett was outside your trailer, her fingers flexed against the chill of the air as she prepared herself to knock on your door. It was Thursday night, normally she would go home, but she knew you were staying on the lot to cut costs so she felt compelled to stop by.

Without an answer she took it upon herself to open the door, noting her worry as the excuse for why she did. When she entered the trailer she was overwhelmed by a heady scent, and as she turned the corner to find you with your hand buried between your legs she'd found the delightful source. Scarlett said nothing as her body leaned against the wall, eyes focused in on the way your puffy lips devoured three of your fingers whole.

"Scarlett..."

The blonde's eyes snapped up to your face, fearing that she'd been caught, but it proved to be the other way around as you moaned her name upon releasing.

"My character's name is Bentley," she cooly teased, startling you into yelping and scrambling to grab the blanket that had bunched up by the end of your bed. Scarlett beat you to it, taking a predatory leap forward so that she could keep you from hiding your body. "None of that baby girl, don't hide from me now."

"S-Scar," you breathlessly muttered her name, or better yet part of it as she cupped your jaw and kissed you into a state of stunned silence. "Let's practice our scene for tomorrow darling, make it extra authentic."

"I-I don't think—." Scarlett slipped her thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your teeth to still you. "Oh, pretty girls like you should never try to think."

When she released her grip on your mouth she'd forcefully pushed you back onto the mattress, making your body bounce and driving your mind into madness all while she slipped out of her sweatsuit. The arousal you'd already felt doubled in intensity, mind alit with the endless possibilities for how this could go. Your mouth slowly filled with saliva as she sauntered closer to you while only dressed in her expensive lingerie set.

"You're so beautiful," you softly acknowledged and she offered you a genuine smile in return. Her lips gently pressed to yours as soon as she climbed over you and you both melted at the touch. "Thank you angel."

Scarlett took her time with kissing you, she didn't even move to deepen it until she felt your slick on her skin.

"I'm going to devour you Raina," she winked playfully and you met her tease with a smile that warmed her heart. "Make my dreams come true then Bentley."

Something about hearing her characters name didn't sit well with her, even if she had started the play on words, joking shoved aside she needed you to know this was more than a over the top scene preparation.

Scarlett pulled your body down the mattress by your ankles, throwing your legs open she took in a big whiff as her nose nuzzled into your plush thigh. "It seems I'll be making both of ours come true," she laboredly breathed against your slick cunt, "Just as long as you know there's no copyright on Scarlett," she winked and husked as your eyes widened, "Scream it for me Y/N."

"Oh Scarlett," you cried as soon as her tongue firmed itself against your folds, a long, drawn out moan left her as she tasted your glorious slick for the first time. The both of you were immensely pleased, your body began to squirm the more you felt your orgasm build. Her arm had to lay against your abdomen to hold you down so that her tongue could lash at you unchecked.

Your pleasure was entirely under her control, and the thought alone had the both of you teetering over the edge, ready to fall further into one another. Scarlett was unsure how that was even possible though, she'd loved you after a month into the filming, on a night when cast and crew rented out the local bar and she actually went regardless of her star power status. It was the only time you'd talked to her so openly, the booze in your system dropped your nerves and you let her hear all of your hometown childhood stories.

There was a twinkle of purity in your eye that she found refreshing that night, but this new glossy look you wore was far more enticing to the blonde starlet.

You looked almost peaceful, but beneath the surface you were absolutely losing your mind. Her masterful tongue was showing your fingers up in real time, your hot slick flowing out of you as if you were a leaking faucet, slowly dripping down from her chin and settling atop of the exposed skin of her bare breasts.

Which only made her move with more efficiency, her tongue slowly curled inside of you, caressing your g-spot as the tip of her nose pressed into your clit and you lost control of your every sense. Gasping for air as pleasure coursed through your trembling form, blurry white stars filled your vision as your eyes crossed and the taste of something metallic coated your tongue as you harshly bit down on your lower lip before you were screaming incoherently, her name sinfully intermixed.

You felt her smirk against your thigh and couldn't help but to smile yourself as you felt her kiss up your body with a softness that transcended all prior carnality. There was this break in the tension as she tenderly locked her lips to yours, tongues dancing around the other as her hands anchored to your chest, fondling the malleable skin as if it was second nature. Soft whines reverberated into her mouth the longer that she played with your sensitive breasts as she kissed you dumb.

Eventually the blonde felt this intense urge to satiate her own body, so she pulled back and you whimpered. "Fuck, you're so hot Y/N," she groaned as she stared at you, so beautifully spaced out, the thin line of spit tethering your lips together snapped as she grinned.

"You know, you're my celebrity crush too," she teased, finding amusement in the way you tried to shimmy away from her, but her hands firmly pressed down, keeping your body stilled by her grip on your breasts.

"Don't try and run now darling," she purred against your neck, her face having dipped down so that she could finish the job she started during your shoot.

"Scar, th-the movie," you warned but she simply didn't care, the woman chuckled against your skin, "Oh love, you know as well as I do that make up can cover this, plus, this is really just us aiding the film, you know?"

Scarlett continued on bruising your soft skin with her teeth as you couldn't, nor did you really want to, find a reason to dissuade her from her current ministrations. Just as soon as she was satisfied with her hard work she flipped you onto your stomach without warning.

A low moan left the both of you as her cunt touched down, your body shivered as her slick smeared onto the back of your thigh, the idea that you'd turned her on that much hadn't even permeated your mind until now and with the physical evidence you felt powerful. Even if she was on top, you aided her by tensing your muscles to which she rewarded you with a hoarse moan and two fingers that slid between your slick lips.

The both of your bodies moved in steamy tandem, your front being pressed further into the mattress with every rough thrust of her fingers and hips. The room soon became a lewd symphony as your skin slapped together and the both of your slick seeped and spread, all working to drown out your soft, choked moans.

With her free hand no longer on your hip you were thrown further into the depths of pleasure as her palm roughly pressed down on your abdomen just as her fingers reached your depth, your body jerked but she just kept going down until she could play with your clit.

"Mommy," you screamed the desired honorific, it almost sounded like a plea for mercy, but the blonde had none to show you, she instead slid a third finger into your core causing you to spasm uncontrollably. Which in turn tensed your muscles up even further, and sent her into a state of immense bliss, her teeth instinctively sunk into your shoulder and drew blood.

Her body had arched back then dropped to the side of yours in a matter of seconds, her fingers stayed buried within your warmth, almost like a place of comfort. It took you far longer than her to regain your composure as this was actually your fifth orgasm of the evening. The other two having happened before she caught you.

Nevertheless, you were able to form a sentence as you felt her fingers vacate your pussy, "W-what was this?"

Scarlett had been shifting to a place of comfort when your disconcerting question was aired, you caught her completely off guard but upon settling her cheek down on your bare ass she hummed softly in thought. Then as she really thought about it, imagining a future where you'd part ways after filming ended, she frowned.

"You're mine," she tiredly growled against the sweaty skin of your ass, her teeth nibbled at the round flesh as she gave you her answer (demand). "Then, now, the point is you'll always be mine Y/N so get comfortable."

"I'm plenty comfortable," you murmured, words a bit muffled as your face burrowed into your silky pillow. Scarlett smiled to herself, her heart officially settled now that she knows you understood; you were hers, this sinful endeavor was her official sealing of a deal.

Her worn down body sidled up by your side, still her strong arm wrapped around your midsection so that she could pull you close enough for her to feel your body against hers. "Goodnight baby girl, I think we've done enough work to ensure the scene will be a hit..."

—

When tomorrow came, and the scene was shot you two found it only took one go as the sexual chemistry was palpable. Maritza had winked, and mouthed a 'your welcome' thinking that you'd just won the blonde over, but unbeknownst to her this was just an encore...

Or as the sapphics would simply call it, round two.

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the art of bargaining | ksj

plot | jin knows that he should not be jealous when one of his best friends in the industry is filming an intimate scene with another actor.

word count | 1750

genres | fluff, actors!au

pairing | actor!jin x actress!reader

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He shouldn’t be feeling this way. It’s unprofessional.

“Okay, folks. Stop goofing around.”

Lena, the production’s intimacy coordinator, spoke softly as you and Seb stopped laughing at something Jin badly wanted to know. You two were already in your characters’ clothes. Considering that the scene is right after your characters’ date night, you are in a silky, slip-dress, while Sebastian is in an all-black button-down and slacks outfit.

But why does he feel like this? He should not even be here. He was asked to show up at four in the afternoon but came at nine in the morning because he knew you had been shooting your scenes. When asked by other staff members why he arrived too early, he claimed he just wanted to watch others’ scenes, which is not unusual since you also do that sometimes.

Jin remembered arriving earlier, just when you and Seb were rehearsing for this physical scene. Your knees are on each side of your co-star’s lap and you are sitting on him, arms around his neck, while the director– along with the intimacy director– talked about the camera and blocking. You two were intently listening, nodding at her directions, to make sure no boundaries will be crossed. Jin stood behind the light, jaw clenching when he spotted Seb’s hand resting on the small of your back.

“Okay, let’s start off with soft kisses and giggles. Then, it builds up...” 

Filming these kinds of scenes is the least exciting one to film. Every actor and director knows it, even Jin. It can be awkward with so many people around you while acting in a supposedly intimate scene. That’s why trust between actors is important and Jin can see that you are comfortable with Seb. You once told Jin that you find it better to shoot intimate and kissing scenes with female directors since they don’t oversexualize everything and you feel more secure.

“Is it okay to hold you here?” your on-screen partner asked, pertaining to where his hands would land on your body.

Personally, Seokjin will not advise the other actor to touch your upper thighs, lower back, or upper stomach, and maybe kiss your neck too. But who is he to decide? Because you softly smiled, nodding to Sebastian, 

“Yeah, yeah. Sure.”

��YN, honey, just give Seb a tap or pinch if you feel uncomfortable. Okay?” Lena instructed before turning to Seb. “Seb, be alert with YN’s signals. Just do the things we agreed on earlier.”

As per your director’s order, every unnecessary staff member was asked to leave the set to lessen the live spectators of the intimate scene. There are only less than ten people left in the studio, including him.

“Are you not going?” Haley, who stayed on set per your request, whispered to Jin as he was standing next to her. 

“Why?” Jin asked while his eyes remained focused on you.

“I don’t know… I just think you would not enjoy YN being that close to another man.” your manager replied with her tone being something on the scale of teasing to unsure. Jin turned his head to her. She smirked, “Oh, stop with the daggers, Kim Seokjin.”

His hardened expression, which he didn't even realize he was doing, softened. He looked away, trying to exhale the heaviness he had been feeling in his chest. Hailey watched him 'release his stress' with a quick breathing exercise. She knows something you don't about Jin, but she won't tell anyone about it.

Jin worries that he looks like a tomato right now. He hopes— prays— it is not obvious on his face as it feels. It's embarrassing, the warm flush on his face won't go away. Because he can still feel it from watching your scene earlier with Sebastian.

It's stupid. It's stupid because he never feels this way. He is not the jealous type— he used to be so proud that he was never the jealous type! His ex-girlfriend once joked about how she wished he had a little bit of jealous bone in him, so they could have something immature to argue about. But she was happy he was always mature... and cool-headed.

Well, there's nothing cool with what Jin is feeling right now. There is a tight and heavy feeling in his chest and it's suffocating him. He doesn't know when it started. Oh, wait. Maybe he does. Maybe when he watched Sebastian kiss you so passionately— Wait, it wasn't just that kiss. It was when he trailed his lips from your lips to your chest then down to your exposed collarbone.

He wanted to look at something else. Well, he did. He looked down at his white shoes, on the blazer that was thrown on the ground of the set, and maybe at the director too, waiting for her to cut the whole thing and say that maybe the scene was not fitting for the movie, they should remove it in the script. But she didn't. Jin looked at everything else, but he always came back looking at you.

You, who's in character, were making little sounds of relief and pleasure. It's scripted, he knows. But he felt like it was too loud for his hearing. It's so loud that he feels like the soft sounds you're making are ringing his ears. Then, your hands. He watched them smoothly unbutton your co-actor's shirt and his throat officially ran dry, making him gulp countless times. My God, he can only hope no one noticed.

Did Hailey notice? She was standing next to him. Hopefully, she didn't. He was gulping too many times. Fidgeting too many times. Fuck.

But you are an actor and that's what you do. You act professionally. It's only work for you. And also, for Sebastian. And he's an actor himself too. He should understand. But what he cannot understand is why was he feeling like this to who's supposedly his friend. The image of your last scene is not burned in his brain, he thinks.

Jin let out a heavy sigh, running a hand in his unstyled hair. Maybe he should go outside. Maybe to a bar. Order something strong that will obviously wash the scene out of his brain and will slap some senses into him. But he hates day drinking. And it's dumb to do that today just because of this. He should just distract himself.

"Oh, god. You almost killed me!”

Jin was so deep in his thoughts, that he didn't where his feet led him after your scene. He doesn't how and why, but he ended up opening the door to your trailer, which was right next to his. His eyes widened as you seemed to be in the middle of changing. You still have the same dress on but your hands are reaching for the lock of your necklace.

“I-I’m sorry– I didn't mean to– I should just–” Jin stuttered, about to turn around and leave when you stopped him.

“No, no, no. I actually need help and Haley is out, buying something. I need someone to unclasp this stupid thing." you told him.

You turned your back to him, gathering your hair up and away from your neck. Jin licked his lips, hesitating for a second before taking a step closer to you.

He gulped once again when his eyes fell on the exposed nape of your neck. Smooth and delicate. His hands felt too clumsy when he reached out to your thin, gold necklace. He tried to stabilize his breathing, hoping you didn't head the tiny hitch in his breath when his fingertips slightly touch your skin like a ghost.

Almost instantly, your chest heaved when you felt his light touch brushing on your skin. You bit your lower lip, not wanting to react obviously. But he felt warm and you think you shivered the moment his fingers brushed on the back of your neck.

"Almost... there."

Fuck. His voice was deeper than usual when he murmured, focusing on the lock. He probably didn't mean it to sound like that, but it still made you feel something in your stomach. You felt like the world is spinning, not aware that you were making him dizzy as well.

"Got it."

Finally, he unlocked the clasp, sliding off the jewelry on your neck. He took a step back before handing you the necklace.

You turned around and almost instantly, you noticed his ears. Red as a tomato. You cannot help but smile as you whisper a soft,

"Thank you."

You're a goddess. He thought, looking at you a little more up close than earlier when you were doing your scene. He wanted to tuck that loose hair behind your ear, but he didn't want to make things more awkward.

“No problem,” he replied, forcing a smile on his lips.

Suddenly, the temperature in the trailer is rising and both of you can feel it in your skin. There is some tension in the air, it feels heavy on your chest and tightens your stomachs. But some things are maybe better left unsaid. So Jin nodded his head and was about to turn around when you held his arm and tiptoed, planting a peck on his cheek before whispering something that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Can you stay a little longer?"

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NOW AND FOREVER (part 2)

A/N: these two got stuck in my head and seemingly in yours as well, so lets see some more of them! part 1 is linked under the summary if you haven't read it!

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

PAIRING: princess!reader x guard!harry

WARNING: sexual content

SUMMARY: To be eligible for the throne, you need to get married. The past few years have been dedicated to finding a king for you, but now that you're secretly dating your guard, these attempts are a bit more complicated than before.

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There’s that scene in The Princess Diaries when they are choosing a possible husband out of a slide show for Mia. You used to find it funny when you were younger and made jokes to your parents that you want to do it too. They laughed, but exchanged a look you didn’t understand back then. 

Now you do.

There are two requirements you need to meet to take the throne. The first one is to be at least 25 years old. That box has been ticked for three years now, the real problem is the second one. Because as outdated that law in the movies was, it is your reality. You have to be married, you can’t take the throne without a man. 

As a teenager you didn’t think much of it, because you pictured yourself to meet a handsome prince, marry him and then become queen, easy as it is. But as you grew older and dating was proven to be impossible as a princess, anxiety and panic started to set in that you’d end up in an arranged marriage just to become eligible for ruling Eroda. 

Then came Harry, you fell for him and he fell for you, but it just complicated things even more, because he is not from royal blood, not even close to being an aristocrat, therefore you can never marry him. 

For the past few years most of the social events you’ve attended had a not so hidden second purpose: finding a husband. 

Never ending rounds of introductions to single men, awkward chatting that ended up in asking you out on a date that you declined politely most of the time, followed by a sermon from your father about needing to settle soon, because he is not getting younger and you need to be eligible for the throne as soon as possible. You always tried your best to just ignore him, but ever since you and Harry have become an item secretly it’s been extremely hard to hold your tongue and not tell him that you have found the man you want to spend the rest of your life with, but he can’t be king, because he is your guard. 

It’s such an impossible situation and you have no idea where it’s going to lead. 

Now it’s another one of those occasions, the opening of the Spring Festival is just another opportunity to fill up the palace’s ballroom with all kinds of single men from around the country and even outside as well. 

You know people are filling up the room already while you’re still in your suite. Your hair is done, makeup perfect, wearing a gown that costs probably way more than you feel comfortable with, but you’re never informed about how expensive your outfits are. 

You’ll be announced in about fifteen minutes, walk down the stairs for the millionth time and start your rounds. You’d rather jump out the window than to meet all those people, but you have no choice. 

There’s a knock on the door.

“Come in!” you call out and you see Harry step inside from the mirror. He is wearing his usual black suit, looking polished and threatening at the same time, but not to you. You see the man he is behind his thick walls, because there’s a door on that wall, just for you, wide open. 

The door clicks behind him and he watches you turn around, his gaze runs down the length of your body and then up to your face again. 

“Should I change?” you ask, arching an eyebrow at him teasingly.

“Do you want the honest or the brutally honest answer?”

Your lips stretch into a smile as you start to cross the room slowly, walking towards him while he remains standing in his spot.

“Both. The honest first.”

“You look stunning,” he replies, his eyes soft and loving. You stop just a few inches away from him.

“And the brutally honest one?”

There’s a short pause, you catch his eyes slip down to your chest and waist again before returning.

“I want to lock you in here and not let you close any men out there. I wish I could mark you mine.”

He knows how to turn you on within seconds with just a few words. He knows so well how much you like it when he gets possessive, ready to show it to the world that you belong to him and only him. 

A shaky breath leaves your lips and just when you reach up to grab him by his neck there’s another knock on the door. forcing you to take a step back instead. 

“Come in!” you answer when there’s enough distance between you and Harry, though your heart is still pounding in your chest as if it’s about to jump out and right into Harry’s hands. 

Head of security, Clarke steps into the suite.

“Her Royal Highness, you’re expected to appear in ten minutes,” he informs you with a polite nod.

“Styles just arrived to walk me over. Thank you.”

The two men exchange a look before Clarke walks out. Taking a deep breath you turn to face Harry.

“Ready?”

“Sure,” you huff, earning a tiny smirk from him before he opens the door, but as you walk past him he stops you just for a split second to whisper into your ear.

“Mine,” is all he says and you keep walking as if that one word didn’t just make your knees wobble.

You use the walk to the ballroom to get your thoughts straight and not imagine how Harry would peel you out of this dress if you had some privacy…

They announce you and  every pair of eyes are glued to you as you walk down the stairs and join the crowd. Endless rounds of introduction, the smile is frozen on your face and your feet are already sore from the heels, but you ignore the pain. 

It always amazes you how uninteresting the men you meet are. How they can’t hold a conversation that doesn’t make you claw your eyes out. Thirty seconds into the chit-chat and you’re already planning your escape usually. 

Tonight however there is one exception. 

His name is Magnus, some kind of relative of the Swedish royal family, you don’t really care to be honest. At first he seemed just another one of the boring puppets, but he soon proved to actually have a personality and your status didn’t stop him from showing it. 

His almost inappropriate, a bit risky jokes are what keep you sane tonight. He just knows what makes you laugh and he has a great timing dropping his silent comments that are only meant for you. 

“I think I’ll have a little break,” you tell him after a rather long conversation with some old baron you know you’ve seen a couple of times already, but can’t remember his name, only that he is always oddly curious about the neckline of your dress. 

“I’ll be around here, dodging questions about my father’s political choices.”

You smile with a nod and then look around to find Harry. He is not far away, by a window, his eyes already glued to you when you make your way towards him.

“Bathroom break,” you announce to him with a smile, expecting to see that hidden glimmer in his eyes as usual, because this is always the time when you steal a few intimate moments, but he is different now. Something is off.

He nods without a word and escorts you out of the room. In those few minutes you go back to your suite you try to figure out what could have happened since you parted ways that could upset him this much. As always, he opens the door for you, one guard stays outside and he comes in with you. 

He plants himself by the door, his hands clasped together in front of him as he keeps a straight face. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

He looks at you just for a second before turning his gaze towards the window, his jaw flexes and your worry just grows, you haven’t seen him this upset in a long time. 

“Nothing is wrong,” he answers, but you both know it’s not true.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time, Harry. Just once more. What is wrong?”

Slowly, his eyes move back to you and for a moment, you forget to breathe, they’re so intense and darker than ever, as if all that gorgeous greenness is gone from them. 

“Your little date must be waiting for you, better hurry.”

Amusement settles on your face and you can’t stop yourself from letting a laugh slip out. 

“That’s your problem? Magnus?” His lips twitch at his name, but he doesn’t reply. “Harry, you know this is what’s expected from me. I have to pretend like I want to get to know the men out there.”

“I bet you didn’t have to pretend much when he came into the picture.”

“What are you talking about?!” you let out another frustrated laugh. You know he tends to get jealous, but you’ve never seen this side of him before. 

“You seemed to enjoy his company a lot out there.”

“Because he is not a boring asshole like most of the men I’m usually introduced to.”

“Great. You two will look good as king and queen.”

You know he doesn’t mean it, that he is just pissed and feels helpless in our situation, but in this moment you simply can’t see over the nasty fog of anger. 

“Oh you think so too? I agree,” is all you say before you march into your bathroom and shut the door closed. 

There’s no more talking as you walk back to the ballroom, but even the blind could see the tension between the two of you. You catch the other guard that came with you giving Harry a puzzled look, but he didn’t dare to ask. 

“Magnus!” you call out to him, making your way straight to him upon arriving when you spot him by a table. You can feel Harry’s burning gaze on your back, but tonight you’re in the mood to be petty. 

“Your Royal Highness, you’re back!” he smiles brightly. 

He is handsome, that’s for sure. Has great manners and an even greater sense of humor. The more you talk to him the more you think that you might be able to develop feelings for him in some years, or at least enough to live beside him in peace.

But those feelings would never live up to the love and passion you have for Harry. 

You’re still angry at him, for how childish he was and thought that anyone could stand a chance when he’s in your life. 

As the evening carries on your anger eases, though you’re still upset with him, you just want to be alone with him finally, touch him, kiss him, hear him call your name. 

Magnus asks you out at the end of the night and you politely decline, he doesn’t seem offended, maybe a bit disappointed, but he masks it well. You say your rounds of goodbye and then finally make your way back to your suite, Harry walking right beside you. 

The tension has somewhat lessened, but the vibes are still not the usual. You can’t tell what he’s thinking, if he is still as upset as before or he has cooled down, his face is so blank it irks you. Arriving at the suite you look at him, searching for any sign or feeling in his eyes, but they look back at you completely empty. So you walk in and lock yourself in your bathroom with trembling lips. 

Normally Harry would sneak in later at night, but this time you don’t expect him to show up. Hoping to burn the feelings tonight left behind, you take a hot bath and try to carry on as if nothing happened, even though Harry is all you can think about. 

Is it possible this is how things will end between the two of you? That this stupid little jealousy game is enough to pull you apart? You start to spiral heavily when you step out of the steamed up bathroom, but all your thoughts disappear the moment you notice you’re not alone.

Harry is sitting on the edge of your bed, still wearing his suit from tonight, but his black tie is gone and the top few buttons are undone on his perfectly white shirt. Unsure about where you’re standing and if he is still angry at you for the whole Magnus thing, you just stop halfway over to the bed, wrapped only in a silky robe. 

For a while he just sits there, staring at you, silent and unreadable and right when you’re about to speak, he stands up and starts walking towards you, slowly, his eyes locked with yours. You’re waiting for him to say something, maybe lash out on you, or apologize, practically anything, because his silence is pure torture. 

He stops right in front of you, if you took a deep breath your chest would be touching his, but he is still just staring down at you without a single word. 

And you break.

“Harry, I–”

He doesn’t let you finish, instead, his lips smash against yours, one hand on the back of your neck, the other one grabbing your jaw as he moves forward, pushing you to move with him until your back hits the wall, his whole body pressed against you as he kisses you like never before. 

He’s been rough with you before, but not like this. He is devouring your lips with the raw passion he had to hold back all evening, watching you parade around with another man while he wished he could show everyone in the room who you belong to. 

You both are in a rush, he is practically tearing your robe off your body while you’re ridding him of his clothes in a frenzy. You don’t even get to pull his shirt off entirely and his pants are just pooling around his ankles when brings your legs around his waist and thrusts his throbbing cock into you, only to freeze once he’s buried deep inside you.

You both gasp, lips smearing against each other as you stare back at each other, savoring the feeling of being as physically close as possible finally. The events of tonight have turned, they are now a force between the two of you, pulling you closer and closer until you’re melted together as one. 

You grab his face, tightening your legs around his waist as you breathe his name into his mouth before he starts moving. 

He starts off slow, but he is quick to fasten his pace, your gasps fill the room and you’re thankful your whole suite is soundproof, just like almost all rooms in the palace. It’s the only reason why you could have been in a similar situation in the library, the guest room in the west wing and your study. 

You’re tugging his hair and clawing at his back while he pounds into you relentlessly. At one point, most likely to muffle his moans, he bites into your shoulder and you faintly feel him sucking on the skin, but you’re just too gone to even realize what he is doing. 

He is kissing you so hard your teeth are clashing as he comes, his movements fall out of his fast paced rhythm for a bit, but then he keeps going for you.

“Come on, baby. Give it to me, come on my cock,” he urges you, knowing you’re close too. “I know you’re there, I can feel you so tight around my cock, just give it to me.”

A few more rough thrust and you’re whining out his name, your orgasm spreading through your whole body in waves. He fucks you through it and only stops when he’s sure you’ve given him everything. 

You stay like that, his cock buried inside you, his body pressing you up against the wall, foreheads resting against each other as you both try to catch your breath. When he pulls back you follow his eyes to your shoulder and see the reddish-purple mark he left on you. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he breathes out as he lets your legs down, your feet returning to the floor but he keeps an arm around your waist, knowing you probably don’t have much energy to stand on your own, his other hand comes up to your shoulder and he runs his fingers over the mark.

“It’s fine, I have makeup that covers anything,” you smirk at him. Secretly, you wish he’d let himself loose like this more often, you love seeing his mark on yourself. 

You catch his face falling before he speaks again.

“And I’m sorry for tonight.”

You couldn’t be angry at him anymore, not even if you tried. The tenderness is back in his eyes and he is the Harry you love so much again. 

“I’m sorry too.”

“No, you have nothing to apologize for,” he shakes his head. “You did nothing wrong, just… talked to a guy whose company was nice, after all those events full of assholes you always have to put up with. I was… jealous, because he got to be with you the way I want to.”

It stings in your chest, his confession hits hard now that it was said out loud, even though deep down you knew he felt like that, because you did too. You wished it could have been him. 

With a gentle touch, you take his face between your hands and pull him in for a soft kiss. 

“I know you know it, just probably forget it sometimes, but I’ll say it. No matter who they try to set me up with or how many princes and barons they throw into my way, I will only love and belong to you. Now and forever.”

You intentionally use his words and it seems to strengthen the message, you notice the tears in his eyes and you feel your throat closing up as well when you pull him in for another kiss, this time it’s longer and more passionate. You can taste his words on his tongue: I love you too.

When he pulls back you see the glimmer in his eyes, but then they disappear in a second. 

“What’s wrong?” He shakes his head. “Harry, talk to me, please,” you beg him, pushing his hair back.

“It’s just�� You’ll have to marry one day. You can’t be queen without marrying someone and I… I can’t be…”

He doesn’t want to say it out loud, as if it would make it more real, even though it’s as real as it could get.

“We’ll figure it out. I promise,” you tell him, running the pad of your thumb over his eyebrow, as if you wanted to memorize every feature of his face. When he looks into your eyes you know he doesn’t believe you, but he just nods. You don’t want to let him go like this, to end tonight on such a bitter note. “So… you’d want to marry me? You’re saying you would willingly have me as your wife?”

You see the switch in his eyes and the way the corners of his mouth curl up makes you lightheaded in a second.

“Did I say that?”

“You very much implied, yes,” you grin at him. “I’m surprised you’d want to put up with my big mouth and attitude, you get the most of them, because I can’t act up in public. Wouldn’t you get fed up with me after a while?” you ask teasingly.

“Mm, don’t let it get to your head, but I love your big mouth and attitude.” Leaning down his lips are now brushing against yours, but he is not kissing you just yet. “Especially… your mouth and everything it can do,” he adds in a whisper before finally sucking on your bottom lip. 

He pulls you away from the wall and starts walking you towards the bed and you just smile widely against his mouth as you willingly move with him until you both fall into your bed and make the best out of the little time he gets to spend with you before he needs to sneak out.

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FILM 02. THE UNLIKELY ADVENTURES OF BITCH FACE AND GO FUCK YOURSELF

☆ sum. the first meeting wasn’t enough, right? so the next day, you decided to climb sukuna’s room once again and asked force him to go watching sunrise together.

warning. non-sorcerer au, fluff, crack, grumpy sukuna, you call him a bitch-face and he calls you bitch, you two get chased by some gang, he makes you cry, he is soooo mean.

☆ , DECEMBER, WHEN WINTER FINALLY COMES

the quiet of sukuna’s room was broken by a faint sound. tud, tud, tud. small pebbles tapped against his bedroom window one by one, soft but persistent. it was just past one in the morning, and he hadn’t been able to sleep, his body stretched across the bed as he stared blankly at the ceiling.

he had been lost in his thoughts, letting the silence drag on, until the sound pulled him out of his haze. his head turned slightly toward the window, crimson eyes narrowing as he listened. the noise stopped as quickly as it had started, and after a moment of stillness, he let out a quiet exhale.

his arms folded behind his head again as he lay back down, trying to focus on the cracks in the ceiling instead of whatever had disrupted the night. but then the sound came again, louder this time. tud, tud, tud.

sukuna sat up sharply, irritation flashing across his face. “who the hell is doing this?” he muttered darkly, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. he stood and took a few slow steps toward the window, his movements deliberate and heavy. his jaw tightened, and as another pebble struck the glass, he growled under his breath, “damn idiot.”

his patience was thin, and whoever had decided to play games at this hour was about to find out just how dangerous waking him up could be.

sukuna pulled open the window, his scowl deepening as the cool night air spilled into the room. but before he could fully register the quiet outside, something small and hard smacked against his forehead. a sharp tink rang out as the pebble bounced off, and his hand instinctively flew up to rub the spot.

his teeth clenched, his annoyance reaching its peak, when he heard a faint, muffled curse drift up from the darkness below. “shit.” his crimson eyes narrowed dangerously, scanning the scene until they landed on you. there you were, perched casually on a thick branch of the massive willow tree just outside his room. your feet dangled lazily in the air, swinging slightly as if you didn’t have a care in the world.

his glare sharpened as his gaze locked onto yours. “seriously?” he growled, voice low and cold. “what the fuck are you doing?” meanwhile, you tried your best to stifle a laugh, though the corners of your lips betrayed you. the sight of sukuna, standing there with a hand on his forehead and murder in his eyes, only made the whole situation even funnier.

his eyes narrowed into slits, every muscle in his body tensing slightly. “i don’t see what’s so funny about your dumbass throwing pebbles at my window in the middle of the goddamn night.” his tone was laced with a hint of warning, a silent reminder of his temper. he was teetering on the edge of losing his patience entirely, the sound of your laughter grating on his nerves even further.

his jaw tightened as he tried to control his rising irritation. “why the hell are you even here?” he asked, his voice firm and stern. it was evident that he wasn’t in the mood for games, especially at this ungodly hour. his gaze remained fixed on you with a steely resolve, making it clear that he expected a straight answer. “you better have a damn good explanation, or i swear to god, i’ll drag you down from that tree and toss you out on your ass.”

your silence only made sukuna’s irritation grow. his jaw clenched still as his crimson eyes bore into you, waiting for an explanation that never came. instead, you shifted your weight, standing up on the narrow branch with surprising ease. his frown deepened instantly, his arms uncrossing as his stance stiffened. “what the hell are you doing?” he snapped, his voice carrying an edge of concern despite the annoyance behind it. “get down before you fall, you idiot.”

it wasn’t like he cared all that much, or so he told himself, but he didn’t want his bedroom to become a damn crime scene. that’d be more trouble than it was worth. but before he could say anything else, you flashed him a cheeky grin and called out, “catch me!”

before he could even process your words, you leapt from the branch, aiming straight for his bedroom window. “you’ve got to be kidding me—” was all sukuna managed to mutter before instinct took over. his arms shot out, catching your body just in time, though the impact forced him to take a step back to steady himself.

he glared down at you, your smug smile and sparkling eyes doing nothing to ease his frustration. “are you out of your goddamn mind?” he growled, still holding you securely. “you could’ve broken your neck, you reckless idiot.” yet, despite his harsh words, his grip didn’t loosen. instead, he found himself glaring a little less, unable to ignore the faint, satisfied laugh escaping you.

you pushed away from his hold after landing on your feet with ease. a mischievous grin spread across your face, ear to ear, as if you hadn’t just given him a heart attack. “let’s go to the beach and watch the sunrise,” you said, your tone light and excited, completely disregarding his glare and the fact that it was still the middle of the night.

sukuna stared at you, his crimson eyes narrowing as a mixture of disbelief and frustration washed over his face. for a moment, he said nothing, just studying you as if trying to figure out what on earth possessed you to show up uninvited, nearly break his window, leap into his arms, and now suggest something as absurd as going to the beach at one in the morning.

he slowly turned his gaze toward the window, scanning the pitch-black sky as if the stars might offer him some sort of explanation. maybe he was hallucinating. maybe the lack of sleep was playing tricks on him. when his gaze returned to you, his frown deepened. “do you even know what time it is?” he asked, his voice sharp and incredulous. “what sunrise are you talking about? it’s one AM, you lunatic.”

but instead of looking sheepish, you only grinned wider, your energy almost infectious. it made his eye twitch. you weren’t even fazed by his irritation, which only made him more annoyed. your lack of concern for how ridiculous your idea sounded was somehow both baffling and—if he dared admit it—mildly amusing.

you rolled your eyes at sukuna’s incredulous tone, waving a hand dismissively as if his frustration was unwarranted. “oh, come on,” you said, your grin never faltering. “it takes two hours to get to the beach, and sunrise isn’t until after five. we’ve got plenty of time.”

sukuna sighed heavily, rubbing his temples as he felt a headache coming on. you were absolutely insufferable, but you seemed so set on this ridiculous plan. he glanced at the clock again, the red digital numbers glaring back at him. one fifteen AM. he groaned, running a hand through his hair as he tried to decide whether he should just give in or keep arguing with you. “seriously,” he said, his tone sharp. “this is just... ridiculous. it’s the middle of the night. we should be sleeping, not planning an impromptu beach trip.”

you let out an exaggerated, dramatic groan, throwing your head back as if his refusal physically pained you. without missing a beat, you stepped closer, wrapping your hands around his wrist. his hand, nearly twice the size of yours, felt solid and warm as you swung it lightly, your pleading eyes locking onto his with an almost theatrical desperation.

“oh, come on, sukuna,” you whined, dragging out the words for maximum effect. “it’s so much better than sulking in your room all night.”

you gave his arm another little swing, as if your enthusiasm alone could sway him. “besides,” you added with a playful smirk, “when’s the last time you did something fun? i mean, really fun? just think about it—me, you, the beach, the sunrise. it’ll be unforgettable.”

his crimson eyes narrowed as he stared at you, his expression somewhere between annoyance and reluctant amusement. the pleading look in your eyes, combined with your unwavering determination, made it impossible for him to ignore you completely. “unbelievable,” he muttered, exhaling sharply as if resigning himself to your chaos. he tugged his wrist lightly, trying to free it from your grip, but you only held on tighter, your grin widening. “pleaseee, are you going to let me go alone?”

sukuna finally relented with a heavy sigh, his annoyance slowly fading as your enthusiasm wore him down. he looked down at your hands wrapped around his wrist, the contrast of your smaller hand against his larger one almost comical. with a resigned groan, he let go of the last bit of resistance still holding him back. “fine,” he conceded, his voice a mix of frustration and reluctant amusement. “we’re going to the damn beach, but you better not be a pain in my ass the whole time.”

your grin stretched even wider, practically splitting your face as sukuna finally gave in. “okay!” you chirped, your excitement barely contained. you turned toward the window, already preparing to climb back down the tree. “i’ll wait in the car!” but before you could so much as swing a leg over the sill, a firm hand grabbed the back of your collar, yanking you backward with surprising ease.

“are you trying to die?” sukuna growled, his voice low and exasperated. he spun you around to face him, crimson eyes narrowing as he glared down at you. “what are you, a damn monkey? why do you enjoy climbing this stupid tree so much?” you pouted up at him, though it quickly dissolved into a sheepish laugh when his glare only deepened.

his frown was sharp as he looked at you, but there was an unmistakable flicker of concern in his gaze. with a sigh, he gently tugged you away from the window, his hand firm but careful. “just wait,” he muttered, his tone softer now, though no less irritated. he strode over to his desk, grabbing his phone, wallet, and jacket. after slipping the jacket on, he turned back to you, his hand once again finding the back of your collar.

“you’re not getting another chance to pull something stupid,” he muttered, tugging you along as he made his way to his bedroom door.

you stumbled after him, unable to contain your amused smile as he led you out of his room, through the hall, and down the stairs of his two-story house. sukuna didn’t let go of your collar until you were both standing outside, the cool night air brushing against your skin as he locked the front door behind him.

once outside, sukuna’s eyes landed on your car parked neatly on the street beside his house. he squinted at it, then back at you, the realization of your full plan sinking in. you had come fully prepared, didn’t you?

you turned to him with a grin that could rival the moonlight, bouncing on your feet with excitement. “get in the damn car,” he muttered, tossing you a sharp look as he walked ahead. “and don’t make me regret this.” you took off at a light jog, heading toward the car with a spring in your step.

sukuna sighed heavily, his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets as he followed behind at a more leisurely pace. sukuna’s glare softened a fraction as he watched you dart toward the car with all the enthusiasm of a child. he followed at his own pace, the occasional crunch of gravel beneath his shoes serving as a steady background to his thoughts.

“you’re way too cheerful for someone dragging me out of bed at this hour,” he muttered, though his tone lacked the venom he might’ve had earlier. you just laughed, spinning around briefly to face him while walking backward. “oh, come on, you’ll thank me later,” you teased, your grin widening.

your infectious energy was both irritating and oddly endearing. it was almost impressive how you had him going along with your late-night escapade. “yeah, right,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “i already regret this, and we’ve barely even started. it’s the middle of the night, you lunatic.”

the two-long drive had barely started before you were out like a light, your head resting against the glass window, your soft breathing filling the otherwise silent car. before you drifted off, you mumbled something about waking you up when they got there, your voice drowsy but insistent.

sukuna grumbled under his breath, his hands gripping the steering wheel as he muttered something about how you have the nerves to dumped the work on him. but he did as you said, settling into the quiet of the drive.

every so often, his eyes flicked toward you, his gaze lingering longer than he intended. the way you looked so peaceful in sleep, your face lit faintly by the glow of passing streetlights, chipped away at his irritation. each time he glanced at you, the sharp edges of his frown softened bit by bit, until eventually, he let out a long, resigned sigh.

stopping at a red light, sukuna found himself turning to look at you again. the streets were empty, yet he waited, watching you as you slumbered. his crimson eyes narrowed slightly, not in annoyance but in quiet curiosity, as if wondering what went on in that chaotic head of yours that drove you to drag him on such ridiculous adventures.

“what the hell am i doing?” he muttered to himself, rolling his eyes at his own thoughts. as the light turned green, he snapped back to the road, letting out another sigh. his hands tightened on the wheel, though his expression was far less stern than it had been when the night started. without another word, he continued the drive, the faintest trace of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

his mind a mix of frustration and a strange, unexpected fondness for your carefree spirit. you’d managed to drag him into one of your wild schemes, and even though he’d never admit it, he found himself looking forward to whatever chaos awaited them.

each time he glanced at you, dozing peacefully against the glass window, sukuna’s annoyance melted away a little more. he tried to ignore the way his gaze lingered, how he found himself studying your peaceful expression under the passing streetlights.

and after what felt like an eternity of driving, sukuna finally pulled into the nearly empty parking lot by the beach, situated near a small, dimly lit gas station. the faint, rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the shore reached his ears, a soothing contrast to the chaotic, frustrating night. he cut the engine, and the car was suddenly swallowed by the quiet, save for the soft hum of the night air. everything outside seemed still, but inside the car, a strange tension remained.

his gaze shifted over to you, still fast asleep, completely oblivious to the world around you. your head rested against the glass of the window still, your body curled up slightly in the seat, looking peaceful and unaware. the moonlight from the streetlights outside filtered in, casting a soft glow across your face, but you didn’t stir.

sukuna’s eyes narrowed as he sat there for a moment, the corner of his lips curving upward into a smirk. the thought of those damn pebbles you had thrown earlier, hitting his window with an annoyingly consistent rhythm, flared up in his mind. he could still feel the irritation from it.

“let’s see if this works,” he muttered under his breath, eyes glinting with mischief as he looked at you. he then raised his hand slowly, his fingers curling into a relaxed fist for a moment before flicking it out.

his fingers made light contact with your forehead, the soft sting of the flick causing you to groan slightly in your sleep. your brows furrowed instinctively, but you didn’t wake up. sukuna leaned back in his seat, smirking at the sight of your unbothered state. he couldn’t help but find it amusing.

“really?” he muttered to himself, letting out a quiet, almost exasperated laugh. “don’t chicken out on me now.”

he flexed his fingers, his smirk deepening as he prepared for round two. with a subtle but deliberate movement, he flicked your forehead again, this time with more force. the sting was sharper, the discomfort enough to make you stir more abruptly.

you jolted awake, a small, startled yelp escaping your lips as your hand flew to your forehead, instinctively pressing against the spot he had struck. your eyes darted around in confusion, disoriented by the sudden jolt from your dreams. everything seemed a little blurry, and you blinked rapidly as your senses returned.

then, you locked eyes with sukuna, his smirk wide and utterly unbothered by your clearly annoyed expression. “what the hell was that for?” you snapped, your voice groggy but full of irritation as you rubbed the sore spot on your forehead. your eyes were wide with disbelief, trying to process what had just happened.

sukuna’s chuckle echoed in the car as he watched your reaction, clearly enjoying the way his little prank had thrown you off. leaning back into the seat with a satisfied smirk, he stretched his arms behind his head, letting the silence between you both settle. “morning, sunshine,” he teased, his voice laced with sarcasm as he glanced at the dashboard clock. “or should i say, good night? you really slept through the whole damn drive, huh?”

he took a moment to study you, his eyes lingering on the way your hair was all messy and your expression was still groggy, like you’d been dragged out of a dream against your will. “nice bedhead, by the way. very charming,” he added, his lips curling into a mocking grin.

you were about to shoot back a snarky comment when, without warning, sukuna threw open the door and stepped out of the car, slamming it shut behind him. you groaned, rubbing your temples, muttering under your breath about how ridiculous he was. grabbing your backpack off the seat, you dragged yourself out of the car.

as you made your way toward him, you couldn’t help but pout at the way he walked ahead with that cocky swagger. the annoyance you felt deepened, but it only made you more determined to match his pace. so you picked up your steps, narrowing the distance between you, and before long, you were running slightly to keep up. the pout on your face, the way your lips stuck out in frustration, didn’t escape sukuna’s notice.

he rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed by your childish display, but he didn’t bother commenting. the silence was comfortable, for him at least. but then, as you neared a convenience store near the edge of the beach parking lot, you tugged at his wrist, pulling him toward it with surprising strength for someone so irritated. “come on, we’re stopping in there,” you said, a little more stubborn than you’d like to admit, but you weren’t in the mood for any more nonsense from him just yet.

sukuna gave you a side-eye but didn’t resist. “what now? you need a snack after your little nap?” he muttered, but there was no real malice in his words. still, he couldn’t help but notice the way your hand gripped his wrist, tugging him along. for a moment, it was just the two of you, walking side by side, with nothing else but the sound of the waves and the distant chatter of beachgoers filling the air.

you barely spared a glance at the bikes and parked cars scattered around as you walked past the motor park outside the convenience store. your mind was set on one thing—getting what you needed to make the sunrise more tolerable. sukuna, trailing closely behind you, shot a quick glance at the bikes, his usual vigilance keeping him aware of his surroundings, but you were already step ahead before he could dwell on it.

stepping through the automatic sliding doors, you immediately made a beeline for the snack aisle, eyes scanning the shelves for something that would hold you over until the sunrise. chips, candy, anything that seemed like it could make the morning a little more bearable. you didn’t care about the healthy options, not when you were operating on little more than your usual impatience and a desire to keep moving.

sukuna, of course, was right behind you, his steps almost matching yours. he wasn’t as distracted by the snacks as you were, but he knew better than to complain. he grabbed a couple of drinks and some savory snacks, mostly just grabbing whatever seemed convenient. his gaze flickered over to you occasionally, noting your rapid pace as you moved from one shelf to the next.

he could already tell you weren’t going to make this a simple stop—no, this was going to be an adventure for you. he couldn’t help but smirk to himself, even if the trip wasn’t exactly how he had planned it.

after, you both stood at the register, silently eyeing the snacks you’d picked out before to sukuna, he couldn’t help but shoot you a look of frustration. you hadn’t said a word, but he could practically hear the pleading radiating off you. he let out a heavy sigh, his impatience beginning to show.

“you’re really gonna do this, huh?” he muttered, his voice thick with annoyance. “first, you drag me out here at this ungodly hour, and now you’re making me pay for your snacks? this is getting ridiculous.”

he shook his head, pulling out his wallet with an exaggerated motion, clearly not happy about this turn of events. “i swear to god, you’re a professional at getting under my skin.” he grumbled as he handed over the cash, his eyes narrowing at the cashier as if it was their fault for being stuck in this situation.

sukuna didn’t look at you as he accepted the change and bags. he was trying his best to hide the smirk that was threatening to show on his face. his usual irritation was half-hearted at best because deep down, he knew he would’ve done it anyway, even if you didn’t twist his arm about it.

“next time, you’re paying for your own damn food,” he added, his tone a bit softer but still laced with mock seriousness. “you’re not dragging me out here again just so i can pay for everything.” as he handed you the bag of snacks, you just flashed him that innocent smile of yours, which only made him roll his eyes in response.

once outside the store, you couldn’t resist teasing him, a playful grin spreading across your face. “oh, come on, it’s just a snack,” you said, pushing him lightly with your hand as you walked past him.

but sukuna wasn’t having any of it. his frustration only deepened at your carefree attitude. he turned to face you with a frown, his voice low but sharp, returning the favor. “don’t push me.”

you blinked, a bit taken aback by his reaction. but it didn’t take long before your mischievous side flared up. without hesitation, you shoved him back, the playful gleam in your eyes only growing. “don’t push me,” you retorted, your hands pressing harder against his chest.

sukuna’s eyes widened in surprise as his balance shifted, and before he could even react, his feet slipped, and he stumbled backward. the force of the push sent him crashing into the row of parked motorcycles outside the store. the sound of metal clanging and engines rattling echoed in the quiet street as the motorcycles toppled over, one by one, like a row of dominos.

you froze, your eyes wide with shock, staring at the mess you had just caused. the motorcycles lay scattered, some on their sides, others leaning awkwardly, their once proud chrome frames now battered and unbalanced.

sukuna and you shared a stunned look, the realization hitting both of you simultaneously. his glare turned to you, murderous and filled with disbelief. “you...” he muttered, his voice a dangerous whisper, the rage building up in his chest. “this is your fault.”

you could only mutter an apology under your breath, your hands flying to cover your mouth as a curse slipped past your lips. “fuck,” you whispered, eyes wide with embarrassment and a hint of panic. you took a step back, unsure of what to do next as the reality of the situation settled in. sukuna’s glare didn’t soften, but his gaze flicked to the mess, then back at you. the anger was still there, but a small part of him was almost impressed by the sheer chaos you had caused with a simple push.

“well, this is just great,” he grumbled, running a hand through his hair, exasperated but somehow unable to hide a small smirk creeping at the corner of his lips. “you really know how to make things interesting, don’t you?”

before you could react to the mess you caused, a shout broke through the air. “hey!” the angry voice cut through the tension, sending a jolt of panic through both you and sukuna. your head snapped toward the source of the sound, your heart racing as you instinctively stepped back.

sukuna’s expression immediately hardened, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the group of men approaching, all clearly not happy with the situation. one of them, a larger man with a scowl etched across his face, stepped forward and demanded, “what the hell are you two doing?”

you opened your mouth to try and explain, but before you could get a word out, sukuna was already on his feet, moving with the swift grace that was so typical of him. his hand shot out, grabbing yours in a firm grip. he didn’t give you a chance to argue or even think. “run,” he growled, his tone harsh but urgent. his other hand snatched up both bags of snacks from the ground, not wanting to leave them behind, as if that mattered in the moment.

with no time to waste, you both took off, your footsteps echoing in the silence of the street as you sprinted away from the angry group. the men shouted after you. you glanced over at sukuna, still holding onto his hand, your heart pounding. despite the adrenaline coursing through you, a small laugh bubbled up at the absurdity of the situation, but sukuna’s focused expression didn’t falter as he kept running. “next time, maybe don’t knock over the bikes,” he muttered through gritted teeth, but there was a flicker of amusement in his voice. “god, you’re a pain.”

sukuna’s eyes briefly flicked towards the beach, then back ahead at the dimly lit road ahead. he didn’t hesitate for a moment, his strides quickening as he veered off the road onto the sandy shore, you barely had time to respond— desperate to get away from a bunch of angry men while the angry voices followed behind you two. “shit!” you mutter.

you stumbled from the pavement onto the soft, shifting sand, the sudden change in terrain threw you off balance for a brief moment. your feet sank deeper into the sand, making it harder to keep up with sukuna’s swift pace. you cursed quietly under your breath, trying to steady yourself, but sukuna’s hand tightened around yours, steadying you with a firm grip. his gaze never wavered, scanning the area ahead with intensity as he led the way, his jaw clenched with determination.

the sand, soft and unpredictable, made every step feel like it was dragging you back, the gentle incline of the beach working against you. with each step, the angry shouts of the men grew louder, and you could feel the panic rising again. sukuna cursed under his breath, again, his footsteps becoming heavier as he pushed forward. “this way,” he muttered, his voice sharp as he tugged you in the direction of a cluster of large rocks jutting out from the sand.

you followed without hesitation, the two of you moving with an urgency that came from being hunted. as you reached the rocks, sukuna’s grip on your hand shifted. he pulled you towards the largest one, guiding you behind it with a fluid motion. instinctively, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close against his chest to shield you from the view of the men still shouting in the distance.

your heart was racing, your breath coming in short, uneven bursts as you tried to calm yourself. you could feel his body against yours, the steady thrum of his heartbeat almost matching the frantic pulse in your own chest. your wide eyes met his for a moment, but he didn’t acknowledge the proximity, didn’t even look at you. his focus was entirely on the men who were now pacing past, their voices carrying over the beach.

they were discussing possible places you two might have gone, debating which direction to take. their words drifted on the wind as they walked past, oblivious to the two of you hiding behind the rocks. you could hear them mention the pier and the nearby dunes, but none of them thought to look in the direction you were hiding. you both sat in the sand, as still as possible, listening intently, barely daring to breathe.

you stayed pressed against sukuna’s side, the tension between the two of you palpable. the men’s voices faded into the distance, the danger slipping away. but as the silence settled in, you couldn’t help but feel the heat of sukuna’s body next to yours, the closeness making you acutely aware of how tightly he was holding you, how his arm had never loosened from around your waist.

finally, sukuna let out a deep, relieved sigh, but didn’t let go of you just yet. his eyes remained on the retreating men, watching until they disappeared from view. “that was too damn close,” he muttered under his breath, his tone laced with irritation, but there was a hint of amusement there too. “next time, try not to wreck an entire parking lot.”

you didn’t say anything at first. instead, you just stared at sukuna, your wide eyes reflecting the moonlight that bathed the beach in a soft, silver glow. the faint breeze played with your hair, and for a moment, the world felt like it had slowed down, leaving you both in this small, tense bubble of silence.

your cheeks felt hot, pink as sakura blossoms, but you hoped the dim lighting would hide the flush creeping up your neck. sukuna’s attention was still on the retreating men, his jaw tight with focus, and you couldn’t help but notice how his grip had relaxed just enough to let you breathe, but not enough to let go entirely. his presence felt overwhelming, and for a moment, you found yourself wishing you could escape the strange heat of the situation.

you shifted uncomfortably, wanting to break the silence but unsure how to respond. you had never been one to get flustered easily, but this was different. the proximity, the way his body still pressed against yours, made your heart beat faster than it should.

sukuna’s gaze finally shifted back to you, his sharp eyes narrowing as he took in your flushed cheeks and the way you were fidgeting. he raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “what’s up with that ugly face of yours?” he asked, voice dripping with mockery, before pulling his hand away and pushing your face with an exaggerated motion, face-palming you in the process.

you groaned, the gesture annoying yet somehow familiar. you smacked his hand away from your face with an exaggerated flick of your wrist, then moved to sit beside him. leaning against the rock, you crossed your arms and huffed while the warmth still lingering in your cheeks. “you’re the one who’s ugly,” you grumbled under your breath, though the words didn’t carry much weight.

despite the irritation in your tone, there was something oddly comforting about being so close to him in that moment. you could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing, the slight tension in his shoulders, and it grounded you, even though your heart was still racing.

sukuna just laughed, clearly unbothered by your comeback. “nice one,” he chuckled, his voice tinged with sarcasm. “very original.” he shift beside you, his back against the rough surface of the boulder. the cool night air blew off the ocean, but it couldn’t quite reach the small space between you and sukuna. the warmth radiating from his body seemed to counteract any chill you might have felt.

you glanced over at him, your eyes catching on the way the moonlight illuminated his face, casting shadows across his sharp features. sukuna met your gaze, raising an eyebrow in a silent challenge.

you scoffed, rolling your eyes dramatically as you turned your head away from him. “fuck face,” you muttered under your breath, trying to sound as unbothered as possible despite the fluttering feeling in your chest. you didn’t look at him, but you could practically feel his amused gaze on you, sharp and unrelenting.

sukuna let out a low chuckle, clearly entertained by your attempt to act indifferent. “nice comeback,” he said with a grin, his tone teasing. he shifted slightly, his posture still relaxed as he leaned back against the boulder. despite the sarcastic edge in your words, the atmosphere between you two had somehow shifted, the tension from earlier dissolving into something more familiar. something that, despite how hard you tried to avoid it, felt oddly comfortable.

sukuna rolled his eyes dramatically by the comfortable, warm weird feeling, and yet, the corners of his lips twitching in amusement. “ugly duck,” he muttered, clearly trying to irritate you as much as possible. his tone was dripping with sarcasm, and it was clear he was enjoying the way your temper was starting to rise.

you scoffed again, your eyes narrowing at sukuna with an offended look, as if he had just committed an unforgivable sin against your family. “i do not,” you said firmly, voice laced with disbelief, as if the idea was completely absurd. the way you looked at him, like he’d just insulted your entire existence, made it clear that you weren’t about to let him get away with that cheap shot— glaring at him with all the seriousness you could muster.

sukuna raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he leaned back against the boulder, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “yes, you are,” he said confidently, his tone teasing and challenging, as if daring you to prove him wrong.

your eyes narrowed as you glared at sukuna, frustration bubbling up inside you. with a quick movement, you smacked his shoulder, your voice firm as you retorted, “i do not.”

the hit made sukuna frown slightly, clearly unamused by your defiance. his gaze hardened as he leaned in a little closer, then returned the gesture, hitting your shoulder back with a gentler force, almost playful. “yes, you are,” he insisted, his voice dripping with mock confidence.

after a bit of playful back-and-forth hitting, the air had finally cooled down, and the two of you settled on the blanket, both of you feeling the exhaustion of the night catch up. sukuna stretched out beside you, his arm sliding beneath his head as he stared up at the night sky. you mirrored his position, laying on your back, the soft sand beneath the blanket providing a bit of cushion.

the moonlight cast a gentle glow across the landscape, and for the first time that night, there was a quiet, almost peaceful stillness between you two. the sound of the waves crashing in the distance was calming, and for a brief moment, the tension from earlier seemed to fade away.

you stayed like that for a while, side by side, your thoughts swirling in the calmness of the moment. sukuna, ever the enigma, didn’t say a word either. his usual teasing and mocking had faded, replaced with the silence that seemed to hang comfortably in the air.

it was past three in the morning by now, and the world around you seemed to slow down. there was no rush, no need to speak—just the two of you under the vast, starry sky, each lost in your own thoughts but sharing the same space.

despite the petty fights and irritation that had built up throughout the evening, there was something oddly peaceful about this moment. the tension between you two seemed to dissipate in the quiet, the cool night air and distant waves offering a strange comfort. your breathing slowed, matching the calm rhythm of the world around you.

the silence was weirdly comfortable, almost soothing, in a way you hadn’t expected. you both lay there, gazing up at the night sky, the stars twinkling above like a scattered canvas of light. for once, the annoying back-and-forth banter was replaced by this tranquil quiet, and you couldn’t help but appreciate it. the warmth from sukuna’s body beside you, weird, but somehow bring you warmth.

you turned your head slightly, your gaze shifting toward sukuna. his frown was still firmly in place, even after all the teasing and playful hits. it seemed almost permanent, like an expression he wore without even thinking about it.

you let out a quiet sigh, your eyes drifting back to the waves crashing softly against the shore. with a hint of sarcasm, you said, “you’ll get old faster if you can’t stop frowning like that.” you didn’t even look at him as you spoke, just keeping your focus on the rhythmic movement of the water, but you could feel his presence next to you, the weight of his attention likely on you even without him saying anything.

sukuna’s frown didn’t shift an inch, as if the muscles in his face were permanently stuck in their grumpy position. he glanced over at you, not bothering to hide the annoyance in his voice. “what, you think some stupid facial expression will make me age?” he grumbled, his tone carrying an edge of irritation. “besides, i’d rather frown than wear a stupid smile all the time.”

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his blunt response, the annoyance simmering beneath the surface of his words. with a sigh, you shook your head, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “look, i’m not saying you need to walk around looking like some grinning idiot all the time,” you said, the sarcasm in your voice unmistakable.

shift slightly on your side, your finger poke his dimple. “but at least try not to look like you’re in a permanent bad mood, always so grumpy. it’s not a good look, sukuna.” you emphasized the last part, hoping he’d get the message, though you weren’t expecting him to suddenly turn cheerful.

sukuna growled lowly, his frown deepening at your words. “and what, you think you know what’s a good look?” he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “maybe i like frowning. it makes people think twice before they mess with me, and it keeps the idiots away,” he muttered, though there was a hint of defensiveness in his voice.

he remained motionless, but his eyes narrowed as he looked at you, clearly not appreciating your advice or the way you were poking at him. “i can frown all i damn well please.”

you rolled your eyes dramatically at his response, the exaggerated gesture meant to get under his skin even more. “jeez, take a chill pill, will ya?” you quipped, your voice dripping with mock exasperation as you shifted to lay on your back again, gaze fixed on the stars above. unable to resist, you muttered just loud enough for him to hear, “bitch face,” a sly smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as you knew exactly what reaction you’d get.

sukuna’s eyes narrowed, and he rolled them in an exaggerated motion, clearly unimpressed by your comment. “go fuck yourself,” he shot back, his tone dry but laced with the barest hint of amusement, though he refused to let you see it. the tension between you both was charged, but in the way that felt more like a game than anything truly serious.

you chuckled softly, the sound light and teasing as you turned your head to look at him. “what should i when i have you, though?” you replied, your tone playful and laced with mock innocence. without missing a beat, you reached out and poked his side, grinning when he flinched just slightly at your touch.

sukuna growled, an annoyed sound that rumbled from his throat at your playful poke. he smacked your hand away, his eyes narrowing as he shot you a glare, as if warning you not to do it again. “are you done being a pain in the ass, or do i have to suffer some more of your genius jokes?” he grumbled, his voice dry with sarcasm. despite his words, there was a hint of amusement in his eyes, like he silently enjoyed the back-and-forth banter.

you snorted, the sound full of amusement as you raised your hands in mock surrender. “alright, alright, i’ll stop,” you said, your tone playful but with a hint of finality. you shifted your attention away from him, turning your gaze to the sea in front of you. the waves glistened under the moonlight, their rhythmic crash filling the comfortable silence between you two.

a small smile tugged at your lips as you let the peaceful night wash over you, your playful antics replaced with a quiet contentment. still, you couldn’t help but glance at sukuna out of the corner of your eye, half-expecting another sarcastic remark.

sukuna grumbled under his breath, muttering something unintelligible about how “impossible” you were. though you had promised to stop with your antics, he could tell you weren’t entirely done messing with him—it was in the way you carried yourself, that mischievous spark in your eyes that promised chaos at the worst possible moments. aside from his annoyance, sukuna stayed quiet, letting the cool breeze and the rhythmic crash of waves fill the silence between you.

he exhaled deeply, his breath forming faint clouds in the crisp night air as he leaned back on the blanket, eyes fixating on the stars scattered across the vast sky. for a moment, he let himself get lost in his thoughts, his usual scowl softening ever so slightly. everything about tonight felt absurd to him—ridiculous, even. this was only the second time he’d found himself alone with you, and yet somehow, you had managed to rope him into something so out of the ordinary, so unlike anything he’d normally do.

his gaze lingered on the constellations above, but his mind was far from serene. he couldn’t help but replay the events of the past few hours, each one more baffling than the last. it had started with your insistence on a late-night trip to the beach, dragging him out of whatever semblance of peace he’d hoped to enjoy for the night. you’d pestered him relentlessly, batting away his complaints with ease, until he finally caved. by the time he realized what he’d agreed to, you were already in the passenger seat, grinning as if you’d won some grand prize.

the two-hour drive to the beach had been another ordeal entirely— leaving all the responsibility to him while you fast asleep. he swore you’d consumed every ounce of patience he had before you even arrived. then, as if that wasn’t enough, you’d demanded he pay for your snacks—practically raided the convenience store, arms full of chips and candy—and didn’t even offer to share half of it.

but the crowning jewel of the night had been the chaos you caused at the parking lot— you shoving him toward a row of motorcycles. the chain reaction had been instant and catastrophic, a line of bikes toppling over like dominoes. before he could even process what had happened, a group of furious men had appeared, yelling and charging toward you both.

sukuna could still feel the adrenaline pumping from the chase, the way his hand had gripped yours as you both bolted for the rocks near the shore. and now, after all that chaos, here you were—lying next to him on a beach at four, almost five in the morning, wrapped in the chilly embrace of the ocean breeze, waiting for a sunrise that wouldn’t come for at least another hour.

he stole a glance at you out of the corner of his eye. you were staring out at the waves, your expression unusually calm, a small smile playing on your lips as if this had been your plan all along. sukuna frowned, his thoughts spiraling further. how the hell did you manage to drag him into these absurd situations? more importantly, why had he let you? he wasn’t the type to indulge anyone, let alone someone as unpredictable and insistent as you. and yet, here he was—on a beach at an ungodly hour, lying on a blanket, while you waited for a sunrise he didn’t care to see.

still, there was something about the quiet between you now, something strangely comforting, the feeling like he yearning the warmth. he wouldn’t admit it, not even to himself, but the silence wasn’t so bad. it was rare for him to feel this at ease with someone, even after a night as chaotic as this. sukuna’s eyes wandered back to the stars, his thoughts drifting between irritation and an odd sense of contentment. maybe you were impossible, but for reasons he couldn’t quite grasp, he didn’t mind it all that much.

sukuna glanced towards the horizon, the sky still mostly dark except for a thin band of color that had begun to form—the barely there hint of the sun’s impending arrival. with a heavy groan, he finally broke the silence, his voice low and slightly irritable. “why the hell did we have to wait for the sunrise again?” he asked, his tone heavy with frustration, but the underlying exasperation laced with a subtle warmth that betrayed his true feelings.

despite his words, sukuna didn’t attempt to leave, his gaze fixated on the early morning sky.

you let out a small sigh, not bothering to look at him as you answered, your voice casual but with a hint of amusement. “i’m bored,” you said, your eyes still fixed on the horizon, the sky still stubbornly blue with no trace of the sunrise. “i’ve always wanted to watch the sunrise. figured tonight was as good a time as any.”

you stretched slightly, feeling the coolness of the morning air nipping at your skin, but the warmth from sukuna’s presence still lingered beside you. despite the late hour and everything that had happened, you weren’t quite ready to leave yet. the quiet was peaceful, and you weren’t about to break it with another pointless argument.

sukuna’s scowl deepened at your nonchalant response, his eyes narrowing as he tried to make sense of your reasoning. “so you dragged me out here at one in the morning because you were...bored?” he grumbled, clearly not thrilled with the entire situation.

he fell silent for a moment, then spoke up again, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “don’t tell me you wanted to ‘bond’ too. maybe we can braid each other’s hair next and exchange secrets like little kids.”

you shot him a glare, your eyes narrowing in a mix of annoyance and amusement. “yeah, sure, sukuna,” you retorted, your tone laced with attitude. “i was thinking we could braid each other’s hair, sing kumbaya around a campfire, and share our deepest, darkest secrets. sound like a blast?”

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the ridiculousness of his suggestion, your words dripping with sarcasm. despite the tension in the air, there was a hint of playfulness beneath your sharp retort. “maybe next time, we’ll make friendship bracelets while we’re at it ’cause you are my best friend.” sukuna’s smirk returned, but this time it was more subdued, as if he was both amused and slightly irritated by your response.

sukuna snorted at your sarcasm, his voice laced with amusement. “yeah, right. like i’m gonna sit around and act all buddy-buddy with you, braid your hair, and sing little campfire songs.” his tone was sharp, filled with his usual irritable edge, but there was something else beneath the annoyance—a hint of amusement that betrayed his true feelings.

he scoffed, rolling his eyes at the absurdity of the thought. “you’re delusional if you think i’d ever do any of that crap. in what world would i want to be friends with a pain in the ass like you?”

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes too, giving him a playful shove to the chest. “shut up, sukuna,” you scowled, your tone a mix of annoyance and amusement. “i don’t want to be friends with a grumpy bastard like you either.” you crossed your arms, a pout tugging at your lips as you glared at him, trying to hide the grin that was threatening to break through.

his sarcasm and irritation were so predictable, and yet, there was something strangely endearing about it, even if you’d never admit it out loud. still, you weren’t going to let him have the satisfaction of knowing that you didn’t mind his grumpiness quite as much as you let on.

sukuna growled in frustration, his scowl becoming even deeper. “i can’t believe i was stupid enough to agree to this whole damn thing.” he muttered, his irritation evident in the sharp edge of his voice. “not only did you drag me out here in the middle of the night, but now i have to sit here and freeze my ass off while we wait for this damn sunrise that might not even show up.”

he groaned, looking at you with an annoyed expression. “you’re impossible, you know that? this was all your messed up idea. i should’ve just stayed in bed.”

you continued to ignore him, staring straight ahead, your pout deepening as you refused to acknowledge his ranting. the coldness of the night air seemed to match your mood, and you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of getting under your skin. sukuna could complain all he wanted; you weren’t budging.

sukuna huffed, his eyes narrowing as he glanced at you, but your silence only made his irritation grow. he rolled his eyes dramatically, looking down at his watch to check the time. past 5 a.m. already, and yet the sky still hadn’t changed much. he frowned as he let out another annoyed sigh, starting to push himself up on his elbows.

his gaze drifted around, trying to spot any sign of the sunrise, but as he scanned the horizon, his brow furrowed. something didn’t feel right. he looked up at the sky again, squinting as he took in the way the light still hadn’t shifted. it was then that he realized, with a sense of realization, that you two were on the east coast, not the west. the sunrise wasn’t going to happen from this direction.

he glanced at you with an exasperated expression, muttering, “you’ve got to be kidding me... we’re on the damn east coast. the sunrise is on the other side.”

sukuna’s expression twisted into something between disbelief and irritation as he glanced at you. “are you an idiot or what?” he snapped, his tone sharp as he finally gave in to his frustration. “did you seriously not know how the sun works? i can’t believe i got dragged all the way here to sit and freeze my ass off because you didn’t even realize we’re on the damn east coast.”

his gaze was burning with a mix of annoyance and exasperation, though beneath it, there was a slight edge of guilt creeping in. deep down, he knew he shouldn’t be putting all the blame on you, especially considering he had been the one to drive you to this beach in the first place. but his pride wouldn’t let him admit that. he crossed his arms, scoffing. “great, now we’re stuck here, waiting for a sunrise that’s never gonna come.”

you scoffed and rolled your eyes in disbelief, clearly unimpressed with his accusation. “really? you’re gonna blame me? you’re the one who drove, idiot,” you shot back, your pout deepening into a frown as you glared at him. “i was asleep the whole damn ride, and now you’re the one who doesn’t even know where you’re going. so yeah, i’d say you’re the idiot here.” you crossed your arms, your expression growing more annoyed as you continued to glare at him, the frustration clearly etched on your face.

sukuna seethed with annoyance, his scowl deepening at your words. he clenched his jaw, clearly not used to being talked back to like this. “oh, please. don’t act like you’re some kind of genius now,” he shot back, his tone sharper than before. “you were the one who dragged me out of my bed in the middle of the night for this. and you expect me to just automatically know everything about a place i’ve never been to before? you want this sunrise so damn much, why don’t you figure out how to make one materialize out of thin air?”

he grumbled under his breath, his scowl deepening as he looked out at the ocean again. the sky was still stubbornly blue, no sign of the sunrise in sight. sukuna huffed irritably, muttering under his breath. “this is bullshit.”

you didn’t say anything in response, your lips pressed tightly together as you continued to lie there, the disappointment clear on your face. your pout deepened, and you couldn’t help but feel hurt by his harsh words, especially since all you had wanted was to spend a moment to watch sunrise, even if it was a silly one.

his tone had stung more than you cared to admit, and the way he seemed to blame you for everything, despite it being a joint mess, only added to the weight on your chest. you stared at the sky slowly shape-shifted to light blue, trying to hold back the frustration that welled up inside you. for a moment, you wondered if it was even worth it.

sukuna remained stubbornly silent for a few moments, too, a mix of frustration and stubbornness brewing within him once he glaze your expression with his eyes. he couldn’t understand why you were taking this so personally, why the lack of the sunrise was bothering you so much. it wasn’t as if this was a life-or-death situation; it was just a damn sunrise. he scoffed softly, rolling his eyes before finally speaking up, his tone still sharp.

“you’re acting like a child, you know that? it’s just a sunrise, for god’s sakes. is it really that important to you?” his scowl deepened as he watched you remain stubbornly silent, clearly bothered by his words. he had never been one for sensitivity or empathy. to him, your reaction seemed completely overblown and absurd, especially considering the situation you two were in. sukuna snorted softly, shaking his head.

“seriously? are you gonna be like this because the sunrise isn’t here? we already wasted all night driving here, and for what? a damn sunrise. you’re acting like a spoiled little brat,” he muttered, his tone laced with disdain. “grow up already.”

you didn’t respond to his words, instead choosing to turn your body away from him. you laid on your side, your back facing him now, a small tremble running through your shoulders. you could feel the hurt deepening, his words stinging more than you expected. the tears fell quietly, sliding down your cheeks, and you sniffled softly, doing your best to suppress the emotions building up inside you.

you had always known what kind of person sukuna was—his harshness, his lack of care for anything that didn’t serve his interests. you had seen it in his interactions with others, like his younger brother, yuuji, and the way he treated your friends. you always figured you could handle it, that you could deal with him because, at least sometimes, you saw the more hidden parts of him, the small cracks in the tough exterior. but now, hearing his words and feeling the sting of them so directly, it hurt more than you had expected.

you knew you weren’t perfect, that maybe you had been a little demanding with the whole sunrise idea, but that didn’t mean you deserved to be treated like this. you stayed quiet, feeling the weight of his words as the night dragged on, the sky still stubbornly blue, but became lighter now, and the silence between you two growing thicker.

sukuna sat watching you, his annoyance mixing with a hint of confusion. he had no idea why you were reacting this way, why you seemed so hurt by his words. he couldn’t understand how something so small and foolish as a sunrise could cause this kind of emotional outburst.

he huffed softly, his tone still laced with irritation. “seriously? you’re crying over a sunrise?” sukuna muttered, his voice dripping with disdain. “are you that weak-hearted? you wanted to see the damn sunrise, we didn’t get to see it. so what? suck it up.”

sukuna’s gaze lingered on the back of your head for a long moment, his annoyance slowly giving in to a hint of curiosity. he couldn’t help but feel a nagging sense of wrongness in seeing you hurt like this—the way you lay there with your back turned to him and how your shoulders trembled. despite his hardened exterior, sukuna wasn’t entirely heartless, and deep down, he knew that maybe he had been harsher to you than he needed to be.

he sighed quietly, his expression unreadable, as he spoke up again, his voice softer this time. “oi, look at me.” his words were gentle, an unexpected shift from his usual harshness, as if he couldn’t stand seeing you in this state. he knew he had a responsibility to at least try to comfort you, if only a little. he had never been good with emotions, and expressing them was even more challenging, but he feel the sting in his heart just by thinking of him hurting you. sukuna’s gaze was fixed on your trembling form, waiting for you to turn around and face him, just for a moment.

sukuna’s gaze lingered on you for a long moment, his irritation slowly giving way to something more complicated. watching you curl up on the sand, your back still turned to him and your shoulders trembling still, also, stirred a strange, unwelcome sense of guilt in his chest. it wasn’t like him to care about things like this, but there was something about seeing you so small and vulnerable that twisted at his insides.

but you didn’t move. you stayed stubbornly silent, your quiet sniffles filled the air. sukuna frowned, his jaw tightening in frustration. he wasn’t used to this—dealing with emotions, his or anyone else’s. but he couldn’t just leave you like this, as much as he wanted to pretend it wasn’t his problem.

“tch.” sukuna clicked his tongue in annoyance, pushing himself to his feet. “let’s get you home,” he muttered, his tone clipped but lacking its usual edge. when you didn’t respond, he rolled his eyes and nudged your back with the tip of his shoe.

“come on,” he said, his voice a little firmer this time. still, you ignored him, refusing to so much as glance his way. sukuna let out another heavy sigh, crouching down beside you. his large hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you upright with little effort.

now sitting up, your face was finally visible to him—pouting, tear-streaked, and red from crying. the sight made him pause, his irritation faltering as he took in your miserable expression. “seriously?” he muttered, though his voice lacked its usual bite.

he didn’t say anything more, just started folding up the blanket you had brought, shoving it into your backpack with a quick, careless motion. sliding the strap over his shoulder, sukuna stood and glanced around. the sky was already bright blue, with faint rays of sunlight breaking over the horizon.

he looked back down at you, still sitting on the sand with your arms wrapped around your knees, your pout deepening. he sighed again, reaching down to grab the collar of your shirt and tugging lightly, forcing you to stand. “quit sulking,” he grumbled, though there was an odd softness to his tone. you sniffled quietly, still refusing to look at him as you stood beside him.

sukuna sighed softly, running a hand through his unruly hair as he studied your tear-streaked face. he couldn’t deny the pang of guilt that tugged at his chest at the sight of you so visibly upset even when he wanted to. he knew he had been harsh, but he also knew that he didn’t know how to express his feelings in a way that wouldn’t feel forced or awkward. sukuna wasn’t good at this, but he couldn’t just leave you there, still crying over the sunrise and his harsh words. finally, he sighed, muttering softly, “oi, enough with the waterworks.”

his tone was gentle, the sharp edge from earlier gone. sukuna didn’t have the patience or know-how to comfort you with words, but he decided to try actions this time. he stepped closer to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you gently against his chest. his embrace was awkward as if he was unsure of what he was doing. but sukuna held you there for a moment, silently hoping that the gesture might bring some semblance of comfort.

you felt the stiff, awkward warmth of sukuna’s arms around your shoulders, a gesture so out of character that it startled you. you froze for a moment, unsure of how to respond. his embrace wasn’t exactly comforting—it was clumsy and uncomfortable, more like he was experimenting with something foreign to him.

your brows furrowed in confusion as you gently pushed him off, stepping back to look at him with a bewildered expression. “what are you doing?” you asked, your voice tinged with disbelief. sukuna’s scowl returned instantly, the hint of softness from earlier vanishing in an instant. before he could retort, you wiped your tears with the back of your hands and turned away, muttering to yourself as you started walking toward the car.

he stood there, dumbfounded, watching you stomp off. his jaw tightened, and he muttered under his breath, “bitch.” shaking his head, sukuna strode after you, quickly closing the distance between you. without warning, he grabbed the back of your collar, halting your determined march.

“this way, idiot,” he growled, dragging you in the opposite direction. you stumbled slightly as he led you toward the other side of the beach, his grip firm but not rough. as you looked up, you noticed the familiar sight of the park where the car was parked. “could’ve just told me,” you muttered, still sulking but didn’t do anything.

sukuna’s scowl deepened at your comment, his frustration returning. “oh, i’m sorry,” he replied sarcastically, a hint of venom in his voice. “did i not make it clear enough for your tiny brain? and here i was, thinking i was doing you a favor, trying to comfort your annoying crying ass.” he let go of your collar, the frustration evident in his movements as he strode a few steps ahead, grumbling to himself. “you should be grateful for even getting a scrap of my attention. you’re lucky i bother with you at all, considering how pathetic you are.”

you scowled deepened too at sukuna’s cutting words, his sarcasm and venom hitting harder than you wanted to admit, again. but instead of snapping back, you stayed quiet, scrunching up your face in silent mockery. your lips curled into an exaggerated pout, your brows furrowed dramatically as you mimicked his grumpy tone in your head.

just as you thought you’d gotten away with it, sukuna abruptly stopped. it was as if he had a sixth sense for your antics—or maybe just really good instincts. he turned around swiftly, his crimson eyes narrowing suspiciously. you barely managed to wipe the mockery off your face, replacing it with a neutral expression that screamed innocence.

“what?” you asked, your tone feigned and sweet, as if you hadn’t just been pulling faces behind his back. his glare deepened, clearly not buying it. “don’t ‘what’ me,” he grumbled, his voice laced with irritation. he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to grab the back of your collar once more. his grip wasn’t rough, it was never rough, but it was firm enough to show he wasn’t in the mood for any more games.

“walk faster, idiot, before i leave your ass here,” he muttered, tugging lightly to get you moving.

you huffed but complied, grumbling under your breath as you quickened your pace to match his. “maybe i’d prefer staying here,” you muttered, low enough that you thought he wouldn’t hear. “keep talking, and i’ll make sure you stay,” he shot back without even turning, his sharp ears catching every word. you bit your lip to stifle a laugh, annoyed but secretly amused by how easily he picked up on your muttering.

despite his usual annoyance, sukuna opened the door for you, his movements slower than usual. he gently nudged you toward the car, his gaze heavy as he looked down at you. you met his eyes, expression a mixture of innocence and just overly too cute for sukuna’s liking.

he didn’t say anything, and for a moment, the silence stretched between you two. sukuna just gave a lazy glance, then shut the door behind you with a soft thud. without a word, he walked to the other side of the car and got in, the door closing with a faint click.

the car’s engine hummed to life, and for the first time, you could feel the tension between you both, but it was different—quieter, somehow, as if something unspoken lingered in the air.

the engine’s soft hum filled the car as sukuna pulled out of the park, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. the silence was thick, almost deafening in a way. sukuna’s hands gripped the steering wheel with a slight tightness, indicating his conflicted feelings of irritation and concern for your earlier emotional outburst.

he glanced at you from the corner of his eye, stealing glances every now and then. sukuna’s brow was still furrowed, a deep crease etched onto it. he couldn’t shake the strange feeling that he had let you down in some way.

8 am.

sukuna grumbled to himself, hands stuffed deep in his pockets as he walked away from your house. he couldn’t figure out why he had stopped the car here instead of just driving to his own place. it wasn’t like your house was that far from his, but now he had to walk home alone in the cold morning air, irritated by his own decision.

“stupid,” he muttered under his breath, cursing you and the entire situation. “dumbass car ride, dumbass emotions. should’ve just let her drive herself. stupid decisions.”

his mind was a mess, the events of the past hours replaying in his head. he couldn’t help but feel frustrated—he didn’t like this weird tension, the things he’d said and done. but it didn’t matter, right? it wasn’t his fault that everything was so damn complicated. “whatever,” he mumbled again, his words lost in the wind as he trudged forward, not bothering to look back.

the door of your house slowly creaked open, the old hinges protesting softly under the weight of the door. you cautiously glanced back at sukuna, the morning sunlight casting a warm golden hue on his figure. a small, almost invisible smile graced your lips as sukuna trudged forward, his muttering too low to be heard.

with a final glance in sukuna’s direction, you slipped into the house, the gentle sounds of the door closing behind you bringing a sense of relief. you leaned against the door, a newfound determination settling in your gut.

sukuna quickly stepped inside once he reached his house, shutting the door behind him with more force than necessary. he made his way to the kitchen, his heavy footsteps announcing his arrival. there, he found yuuji, his younger brother, perched on a stool with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

the pink-haired boy paused mid-bite, spoon hovering near his mouth as he noticed sukuna’s disheveled state. confusion etched across his face, yuuji asked, “where have you been?” his curious eyes followed sukuna, who was rummaging through the fridge with a deep scowl, muttering something unintelligible under his breath.

sukuna didn’t even give yuuji a glance as he grumbled, “don’t ask.” he started pulling open drawers, searching hastily for a box of cereal. sukuna’s annoyance was evident as he continued his search. yuuji’s curiosity grew, he didn’t dare ask what had happened, but the visible frustration on sukuna’s face hinted at something more. after a small silence, sukuna finally found what he was looking for, his hands clutching a box of cereal tightly as he started preparing a bowl.

the silence that followed didn’t last long. yuuji, much like you, wasn’t one to let sukuna’s grumpy behavior slide without a bit of teasing. a smirk crept across his face as he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbow on the counter. “rough night, huh?” he drawled, his tone laced with amusement.

sukuna shot him a warning glance but didn’t reply, choosing instead to focus on pouring cereal into the bowl. “what happened, nii-san?” yuuji pressed, his smirk widening. “get dumped or something?”

sukuna scowled at yuuji’s teasing, his grip on the cereal box tightening. he set the box aside with more force than necessary, causing the cereal to spill slightly. “mind your own damn business,” he growled, his annoyance evident. sukuna poured the cereal into the bowl, ignoring yuuji’s comment.

yuuji, a master of egging sukuna on, simply grinned, not ready to back down. he leaned closer, a playful smirk on his face. “c’mon, tell me. was it a woman? did you finally meet someone who can put up with your grumpy ass?”

sukuna rolled his eyes, exhaling sharply through his nose as he tried to maintain what little patience he had left. setting his bowl down, he glanced at yuuji with a mix of irritation and curiosity. “was your friend always like that?” he asked, mind wondering to you, his voice carrying equal parts annoyance and genuine inquiry.

yuuji blinked, his grin faltering slightly as confusion replaced it. “who?” he asked, tilting his head like a puppy trying to understand something.

sukuna groaned, picking up his bowl and smacking yuuji lightly on the back of the head with his free hand. “dumbass,” he muttered, shaking his head as he turned and walked out of the kitchen. yuuji rubbed the back of his head, watching his older brother leave with an amused pout.

as sukuna made his way to the stairs, he called over his shoulder, “don’t wake me up. i’m sleeping the whole damn day.” his voice echoed through the house, leaving yuuji huff in annoyance to himself in the kitchen. “what a drama queen,” yuuji muttered, going back to his cereal.

sukuna grumbled under his breath as he stomped up the stairs, his heavy footfalls announcing his mood. the mention of you had only served to sour his mood further, the weight of the night’s events heavy on his mind. he made his way to his room, the door shutting with a sharp thud as he locked himself inside. out the bowl of cereal down to the desk, sukuna slumped onto his bed, pulling a pillow over his eyes to block out the world and the annoying thoughts that insisted on intruding in his head.

with a resigned grunt, sukuna tossed the pillow aside and sat up, his mind still plagued by thoughts of the morning. he glanced at the clock, the early hours only adding to the irritation that lingered in his mind. sukuna’s eyes drifted to the nearby mirror, catching a glimpse of his reflection.

his usual slicked-back hair was disheveled, and a faint shadow of stubble had formed stubble, a testament to his restless night. sukuna’s gaze narrowed as he took in his frazzled appearance. “great,” he muttered, frustration creeping into his voice again.

sukuna took a deep, steadying breath as he tried to shake off his annoyance. he ran a hand through his messy hair, making an attempt to smooth it down. sukuna couldn’t help but scoff at his own reflection, “look at you, acting like a fool,” he muttered to himself, his tone laced with bitterness. “all this over what? a crying face and some childish banter?”

he knew the answer, but he didn’t want to admit it. he couldn’t shake the image of you in his head, your face etched in his thoughts. it was infuriating. sukuna let out a long, exasperated sigh, leaning back with a mix of frustration and defeat. the morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room, but sukuna’s mood remained dark.

he tried to push the thoughts of you to the back of his mind, but your presence lingered, even in his room. sukuna had always prided himself on his ability to maintain his stoic exterior, but his encounter with you had managed to crack through that facade and now it was beginning to drive him insane. his fists clenched the sheets, the frustration boiling inside him.

sukuna let out a long, exasperated sigh, leaning back against the headboard with a mix of frustration and defeat. the morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow into the room, but it did little to brighten his mood. instead, the warmth only seemed to mock him, its brightness contrasting sharply with the storm raging inside him.

no matter how much he tried, sukuna couldn’t push the memory of you out of his mind. the sight of your trembling shoulders, the tears on your face, and the way you walked away without a backward glance haunted him. it gnawed at him, each memory more vivid than the last. sukuna had never been one to dwell on things, let alone feel guilt. but this? this was different. the words he had said to you, the harshness, the dismissal—it all felt wrong. he knew he had pushed you too far, but it was the way you had shut him out, the way you refused to even look at him, that cut him deeper than any punch could.

his fists clenched the sheets, frustration bubbling beneath his skin. why was he so affected by this? why did it feel like the world had shifted beneath his feet? sukuna had always prided himself on being unshakable, but with you, everything felt like it was slipping away.

he let out another sigh, trying to push the thoughts of you back down, but they wouldn’t stay buried. you were there, in his head, in his chest, in the silence that filled his room.

sukuna hated it.

and yet, he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that he needed to make things right. he wasn’t sure how to, or even if he could, but the idea of leaving things like they were... it ate at him. the more he thought about it, the more he realized he couldn’t just walk away from this. not without trying.

so, after days of wrestling with himself, of letting the guilt twist him into knots, sukuna finally decided he couldn’t ignore you anymore. he had to find you, maybe.

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[saidrabbles]

i thought i hated you

pairing: g-dragon x reader genre: angst, fluff (if you read between the lines), enemies to lovers summary: jiyong has remained out of the music scene for a while when a scandal forces him back into the public eye. throughout your relationship, sarcastic remarks were the norm, so you find yourself at a loss, unsure of how to support him in such a delicate moment.

“i’ve come to relish in your pain” you were standing in front of his door, holding a few bags in your arms.

he rolled his eyes, but he was trying hard not to shut the door and hide how vulnerable he truly is right now. jiyong was still inactive in the music industry, yet scandals are chasing him left and right. he’s tired, exhausted. the undeserved hate and lies we’re gnawing at him.

“i was literally choking up on tv, wasn’t that enough to revel in?” he opened the door wider for you to enter, unwilling.

“i had to see for myself.” you put the bags on the kitchen counter. “what eye drops brand did you use? they seemed to be good.” you hated the way habit was still taking over. you were so used to being at each other’s throats, wanting to beat the other in every way you can.

this time, it was different.

you could see it in the way his eyes avoided you, the same fiery eyes with so much passion and fight that looked down on you. slouched shoulder replaced his usual confident stance, almost wanting to hide from the world.

you were sure you were enemies, civil at best. so why was your heart weighing down on you, feeling heavier than it ever was?

“did you eat anything, at all?” you took out the food you got from the bags, slightly looking up to him.

“i believe you know the answer, with the way you’ve brought the entire menu” he nibbled on his thumb, something he’d do when he was anxious or thinking.

“in stories, it’s never satisfying to see the enemy lose the fight to someone other than them.” for someone who didn’t like to think you were friends, you surely knew your way around his house. “come on, let’s eat.” you put down the plates as you ushered for jiyong to sit.

you were angry. hated how the scandal got to him. hated how he was the one who had to back down, and eat his pride.

.

you were finishing up cleaning the dishes as you watched him from the corner of your eye. he was pacing silently around the living room, lost in his thoughts. so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t see you come up to him, hold his arm to stop him, and wrap your arms around him. he froze. his thoughts suddenly came to a halt, as if this embrace is weirder than the shit he’s going through.

but god did he fit right into your arms, warmth radiating from you. the way your hand gently drew circles along his back, casting a calming spell on him. he pulled his arms from his side and wrapped it around your waist, pulling your body closer than you already are. he rested his face on your shoulder, snuggling right under your jaw.

it’s just instinct, he tried to reason. he ignored the voice that has been trying to tell him, for a while now, of something that he’s worked hard to overcome.

it’s just the nerves, you tried to reason. i’m just not used to being nice to him, you say to your heart as it picked up its speed. there is no way…right?

you were now both on the cream colored couch, seated not as far as you’d like to be from each other. “you can’t let them get to you” your head, resting on the sofa, turns to him. “only i can get to you like that.”

he let out choked up chuckle, his voice a bit sore from crying a little from when you held him. he could still feel heat from where your hands touched him. “they’re not getting to me, i just like being dramatic.”

the corners of your mouth curled up into a smile. you could feel the alarm bells ringing in your head, you were entering dangerous territory in whatever this was. you were too busy calming your heart to notice jiyong come closer until your thighs were almost touching.

when you looked up, you saw his eyes gazing at your own for the first time since you came here. there was sadness in them, along with something else too. something that made you want to jump up and run.

“is it just me?” his eyes was searching for the confirmation you’re hiding.

“that what, we could be civil, friends at best?” you breathed out, trying to hold your stance.

“(y/n).” his voice was…pleading? kwon jiyong, pleading?

“we can’t do this.” but your body was stuck in place, unable to up and run.

“and what is this that we can’t do?” oh he was starting to love this. enjoy cornering you, relishing in the fondness that you might have for him.

“you can’t handle me.” your voice came out softer, weaker, than you intended to.

he started leaning closer, so close that you started breathing each others air. “but you see, i have been handling you, since we’ve met.” he brought up his thumb to caress your jawline, “only this time, i will be handling you differently.”

you were trapped in the way his dark brown eyes held your (e/c) eyes in place, mesmerized. when his nose touched yours, you felt yourself let loose. and when he gently kissed you, so softly that it made your body melt, you felt yourself wanting to belong to him, and him to belong to you.

a/n: i couldn’t sleep at night, and somehow this story was written on a whim.

[unknowntoyou2205]

Hunters wife

Info: Dean never thought he’d be the man to settle down. But y/n (and Sam) changed all that.

Relationship: Dean Winchester x reader

warning: brief mention of death of parent

Dean and y/n had met during a case. Y/n’s father had been taken, and later killed, by a wendigo, not that y/n had been aware of what that was, and Sam and Dean had came by to check it out. Living on her own, y/n was hesitant to allow the two men into her house, but when Dean flashed his smile, y/n grew fond of them. During their research, the brothers seen a pattern on who the wendigo were going for, and y/n matched it. Dean felt protective of the woman he just met, and decided to warn her, but they’d been too late. Dean still remembered the teasing Sam had given them during the hunt to find the wendigo and it’s victims. They had found them under an old tree that had an opening, and y/n had been the one to make first contact with Dean when he cut her down. Pulling him into a hug, she looked at him before kissing him on the cheek.

“Dad’s dead.” y/n spoke, looking at a body that lay on the ground.

“I’m sorry y/n.” Dean spoke, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“He wasn’t the best dad but, he was all I had left of family.” Y/n spoke, tears building in her eyes before she dug her head in Dean’s shoulder.

‘What I do’ Dean mouthed at his brother as he stood still.

‘Comfort her’ Sam mouthed bag, gesturing a hug.

Dean wrapped his arms around y/n’s figure, patting her back before tightening his grip on her. He remembered her sniffles before pulling away, apologizing for being such a mess. The brothers had led y/n away from the scene before calling the cops, the lads telling the story of a ‘bear’ attack while y/n curled in on herself as she was checked over. For some reason Dean felt compelled to stay for the funeral, much to the surprise of Sam, which was small and only really included y/n and some friends of his dad. There was only the two of them, so y/n opted to get him cremated, avoiding all the trouble of burying him.

“I can’t stay here.” y/n spoke as she stood outside the church with the brothers.

“Come with us.” Sam spoke quickly, causing Dean to whip his head to him.

“Sam, are you crazy?” Dean snapped.

“We would love the company.” Sam replied, eyeing Dean as he spoke.

“Really? You’d want me, someone you barely know, join you guys?” Y/n spoke, unsure of what to say.

“Ah how bad can it be?”

“I don’t think y/n would like the living on the road lifestyle Sammy.” Dean stated.

“Actually, I’d love to.” Y/n smiled.

“Really?” Both brothers spoke, shocked at the answer.

“I always wanted to travel.” Y/n shrugged before walking away from the brothers.

“Sammy I swear..”

“You'll thank me later.” Sam smirked before jogging to catch up with y/n.

--

The next few months had been some of the most scary yet thrilling times of y/n’s life. Majority of her time was spent in a motel room while Dean and Sammy went on cases, but each night was spent with Dean at the bar, a beer in hand. Every morning she would go on a run with Sammy, and after she’d grab them some breakfast. She had managed to convince Dean to train her with their weapons, and had even begun to do research with them. Dean had grown fond of the girl that stayed with them, and during the rides Sam would feel like a third wheel with the conversations Dean and y/n would have. He would often but in with some sarcastic remark, and y/n would just go red while Dean would make a snarky reply. But it was no lie that the two had grown close.

Soon the two bedrooms turned to one, and y/n would often wind up in the same bed as Dean. The only time they didn’t was when an argument had entailed, which was very rare. Neither one of them made a move until Sam had cornered Dean one morning while y/n was out grabbing some breakfast.

Y/n remained at the door, staring at Dean as he refused to make eye contact. The room was silent, until y/n cleared her throat, moving to place the food on the table. Dean moved his head to watch her, before sighing and standing up from the bed, moving towards her.

“You know you like her?” Sam stated, once the door closed behind them.

“I don’t know what your talking about.” Dean stated, sitting on his bed.

“You know exactly what I’m on about. You like her, she likes you. Make a move already.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because Sam, you know me. I’ll fuck it over somehow.” Dean stated, throwing his arms out.

“No you won’t Dean, I’ve seen the way you look at her. Ever since she’s joined us you haven’t even looked at another woman, and that’s saying something for you.” Sam stated, his explanation making Dean raise an eye brow at him.

“Yeah well, I’m sure she don’t like me that way.”

“Are you blind?” Sam asked, laughing at his brother, “She idolizes you Dean. Out of both of us she goes out with you most nights to the bar, she asked you to teach her our world, hell she sleeps in your bed.”

“So, what. That means nothing.” Dean tried to deny.

“You and I both know your just making excuses. Your crazy for her Dean, just admit it.” Sam stated, and Dean looked down.

“You like me?” A voice spoke from the door, causing both brothers to look up in shock.

“Damn it Sam.” Dean sighed, rubbing a hand down his face.

“I’m not sorry.” Sam muttered to him, patting him on the shoulder before walking to y/n. “Thanks for breakfast y/n. I think I’ll eat outside today.” Sam smiled, grabbing his food from the girl before leaving the room.

Dean looked into y/n’s eyes, trying to read her. Seeing his weariness, y/n rolled her eyes and decided to close the gap, bringing her lips to his. Feeling her lips, Dean froze but quickly eased into it, grabbing her hips as their lips moved together. It was short and sweet, and y/n quickly pulled away from him, kissing his cheek.

“Y/n, I’m sorry that I like you.” Dean stated, standing behind her.

“Why are you sorry?” Y/n asked, turning around to face him.

“I don’t know, because you clearly don’t like me and..”

“Why says I don’t like you?” Y/n stated, scrunching her eyes in confusion.

“What?” Dean asked, generally confused.

“Your not one to say sorry, so don’t be. And your also not one to care what others think so don’t. I like you Dean, because of who you are.” Y/n stated, moving closer to Dean.

“My lifestyle..”

“OUR lifestyle isn’t perfect, but it’s ours. And I’m glad I joined you guys.” Y/n stated, placing her hands on Deans shoulders as she came closer.

“Let’s see how this goes. What’s the worse that can happen?” Y/n stated.

Dean just smirked before giving y/n a kiss before guiding her back towards the table. He reached behind her before pulling away from her, and y/n smirked when he seen him with his breakfast burrito. He just smirked back before taking a bite, causing y/n to roll her eyes.

---

That was three years ago, and since than their relationship had blossomed, Dean and y/n became closer than ever, and Dean grew protective of his girl when she started doing cases with them. Of course she was a natural, and Dean didn’t have to worry about much, and would smirk when he got to watch her fight for herself. The only time Dean had to save her was when Lucifer had taken her as leverage against the Winchester brothers. That was two years into their relationship, and had scared Dean enough that he knew what he had to do. It was how he ended up asking her to marry him.

Their relationship wasn’t one people would call a realistic relationship. Dean and y/n never done the whole ‘will you be my girlfriend/ boyfriend’ question. They never done anniversaries, they just knew they were together and that was that. So when asking her to marry her, that was no different. There was no engagement ring, he didn’t even get down on one knee. He just ran to her and pulled her into a kiss saying ‘that’s it, we’re getting married babe’ which had caused Sam to chuckle at his antics. But y/n didn’t care, she wasn’t one for flashy, and let’s be realistic, their lifestyle wouldn’t allow for it.

Even their ‘ceremony’ was short. The two went to get the marriage license, and once they had that Dean called Cas, who officiated the wedding for them. They didn’t even have wedding bands, until Sam showed up one day and handed Dean a box.

“What’s this?” Dean asked, looking at the box that was placed in his hand.

“Maybe open it.” Sam mused

“What is this?” Dean asked his brother as y/n came out from the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel from her shower.

“They’re rings Dean. Come on, must I do everything for this relationship that isn’t even mine.” Sam sighed.

“Sam, you didn’t have to.” Y/n gasped, looking at the rings in the box.

“Well I figured you may as well have at least the wedding band to show your with this idiot.” Sam mused, pointing at Dean.

“Hey.” Dean stated ,insulted.

“Your so sweet Sam, I don’t know what we’d do without you.” Y/n smiled, moving to kiss her brother in law on the cheek.

“Probably never be together and die alone.” Sam shrugged, causing y/n to swat at him as Dean shouted at him again.

“Well go on, may as well put them on together.” Sam indicated, sighing as he dragged y/n to stand in front of Dean.

“Y/n Winchester, the love of my life.” Dean smirked, taking the smaller silver ring, which had D & y/initial engraved on it, and sliding it on y/n’s ring finger.

“Dean Winchester, my one and only.” Y/n smiled, doing the same with the larger ring before Dean cupped her cheek and pulled her in for a kiss.