#to overcome what they never thought they could

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⋆.˚ ☁︎ TEENAGE DREAM ☁︎︎ ⋆.˚

—sometimes at eighteen, young love is anything but a teenage dream.

genres・fluff // young love // awkward confessions // meet cutes. summary・love is embarrassing, especially when you're in high school. from the cozy coffee shop to the local campus, eight boys stumble through the awkward world of crushes—trying, and failing to confess to you. taglist ・@its-stayville-forever

a/n・I haven't been on here for a little while, but I wanted to do something silly and fun to celebrate 500 amazing followers! All of these ideas are still in the works, so the plots may change, but I'm having so much fun writing them. I get hit with a pang of nostalgia every once in a while, remembering my very first fanfiction, haha. If you want to be tagged in any of these, just comment down below or send me an ask—and always remember to support your content creators; it means the world to us!!

☁︎︎ COFFEE CUP ☁︎︎

BANG CHAN loved being a barista; not only did he get exceptional employee discounts but it was peaceful—he handed people their coffee, they said thank you and walked away—nobody ever bothered him. that is, until one night, ten minutes before closing, you walked in with your bright smile and garrulous chit-chat. It only took you one sentence to have him hooked, eagerly waiting for your next late-night visit. what is bang chan going to do when he finally works up the nerve to write his number on the sleeve of your coffee cup, only for you to toss it away without ever seeing it? (coming to your shelves December 10th)

☁︎︎ ROSE ☁︎︎

LEE KNOW was famous for being the star quarterback turned heartless bachelor—or so everybody thought. nobody could have guessed that the reason minho chased every woman away was because, hidden 60 miles from home, there was the animal shelter where he volunteered. the reason he drove an hour every day to nurture abused pets? you. what is minho going to do when, no matter how many roses he gives you, you just can’t take the hint? (coming to your shelves soon...)

☁︎︎ MOTORCYCLE ☁︎︎

︎SEO CHANGBIN. there’s nothing he loves more than his motorcycle—well, that’s not entirely true. he probably loves you more, but his motorcycle is certainly a close second. with prom looming, changbin finally gathers enough courage to ask out his long-time crush and childhood best friend. what is changbin going to do when, halfway through, he chickens out—and, in a panic, ends up ramming his motorcycle into your mailbox while trying to back out of your driveway? (coming to your shelves soon...)

☁︎︎ MY MUSE ☁︎︎

HWANG HYUNJIN has been in love with you for about as long as he’s understood the word love; stuck in the seat beside you since elementary school, hyunjin grew to adore the soft curves of your features. one day, in the middle of art class, he's struck with the urge to draw you. overcome with the fear of never getting the chance to tell you how he feels, hyunjin stuffs the picture in your locker. what is hyunjin going to do when he overhears you talking to your friends about the drawing—and you mention his enemy's name, and not his? (coming to your shelves soon...)︎︎

☁︎︎ LYRIC BOOK ☁

HAN JISUNG is dedicated to securing the top spot in his songwriting class, and nothing is going to stand in his way. that was, until three years ago, when you walked through the door, head held high, speaking of your goals as if they were already part of the present. jisung never thought there would be any competition—until there was. now, he doesn’t know whether to write songs about his overwhelming hatred or his overwhelming ardor. what is jisung going to do when, one day, you’re paired with him for a project, and you discover all the love songs he’s written about you? (coming to your shelves soon...)

☁︎︎ SUGAR AND SPICE ☁︎︎

LEE FELIX, the school's sunshine, the universe’s fallen star—nothing was going to get him down. well, except for you. no matter how hard he tries, felix just can’t form a sentence around you; his tongue twisting into sailor’s knots whenever you look his way. what is felix going to do when he tries to confess through a cake, baked fresh in the culinary class you share, but trips over his shoelaces and smears the cake all over your shirt instead? (coming to your shelves soon...)

☁︎︎ BASEBALL ☁

KIM SEUNGMIN worked with a focus nobody else seemed to reciprocate, constantly practicing to be the best pitcher this world has ever seen. his teammates respected him, his coach loved him, and the school only ever saw his poised manners—not the awkward teenager he really was. that is, until he meets you—equally shy and almost as painfully awkward, studying on the bleachers every day after school. there's something about your concentration, the self- assured direction you set for yourself, that makes him want you even more. what is he going to do when, one day after practice, he scrawls his number on a ball and chucks it toward you? and for once, the ball doesn’t go where he aimed. instead of landing in your lap, he nails you right in the forehead. (coming to your shelves soon...)

☁︎︎ THE BOOK WAS BETTER ☁︎︎

YANG JEONGIN lived in the library. on the days when he wasn’t cramming for an exam, he was relaxing with a good book. the library had always been peaceful for him—a sanctuary that students rarely ever touched. that is, until one random morning, he sees you walk in—captain of the cheerleading squad, with your tiny skirt and sparkly eyelids, jeongin almost expects you to laugh at him and his pathetic seating arrangement—all alone. but then, checking to see if anyone’s watching, you pull a book from the shelf, and begin to read it. that's how it started—now, every day during lunch, you come and read your book, safe in the shadows, creating a home nobody else knew about. what is he going to do when he starts falling for you, through the notes he slips into your book after you leave? And what will happen when the wrong girl comes in and tries to take the book? (coming to your shelves soon...)

a special thank you to @jeonginsleftcheek who helped me flesh out all these ideas. I couldn't do any of this without you!! I hope you like these stories <33

[6esiree]

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠—𝐎𝐫 𝐈𝐬 𝐈𝐭?

“What are you thankful for?”

That question followed Alastor into the afterlife, pestering him, instilling a sense of bitterness in his soul that festered with each passing Thanksgiving. What did he have to express true, genuine thanks for? The unfathomable amount of souls at his complete and utter servitude? The fear and respect of thousands of sinners that he’d garnered with his own power? Those were merely things he derived satisfaction from and thus made his life in Hell more bearable.

But that satisfaction he felt when he managed to secure another soul through his manipulative and conniving nature, when he effortlessly contorted a random sinner’s joyous expression with fear through a meager flash of his razor-sharp teeth, was always short-lived. And so he couldn’t quite express his thanks over something he’d either grown accustomed to or temporarily pleased him, not when they mostly served to keep him occupied and sometimes even sane.

Alastor was lonely, but his pride refused to acknowledge that little fact, including the inherent desire he had to have a companion of some sorts that the hollowness his dear mother’s departure had unknowingly fostered in his heart. And while he never craved the kind of love society prescribed as normal, the same one that left him feeling rather overwhelmed like a sickeningly sweet slice of pumpkin pie, he did unconsciously gravitate towards you.

You were almost a century apart, so the time, the generations separating you and Alastor, should have made you incompatible. But the captivating nature of your maternalistic tendencies allowed him to overcome that, to shrug off the senseless little comments or jokes you tossed his way, their meaning all but lost to the era he had strictly confined himself to because then, he could bask in what he had longed for since his sins sentenced him to an eternity away from his mother.

His favorite moments with you were soft and domestic, which was a strange revelation in itself. He usually thrived off of tormenting others, exacerbating their anger, misery, or whatever negative emotion was plaguing their minds. But when it came to you, the only thing he was able to muster was a teasing, sarcastic remark, or a mere jab at whatever you’d failed to do… only to assist you the moment the corners of your lips threatened to fall and spoil your angelic features.

“Come on, Al, I thought you were better than this,” You chided him as you shamelessly smoothened the creases on his dress shirt, but the playful glint behind your eyes communicated your true sentiments. “It’s Thanksgiving, we all have to look our absolute best!”

“Need I remind you that I could not care less about this holiday? It’s frivolous,” Alastor scoffed, his back stiffening as your palm inched closer to his heart, which was hammering away at his ribcage. “I’ve better things to do with my time than to indulge in senseless gluttony.”

You lowered your hand, a smile stretching across your face. You had managed to tame most of the creases on his dress shirt with a meager pat down, and while that satisfied you, so did the sight of Alastor wearing something that wasn’t overtly conservative for the first time since you came to the Hazbin Hotel. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and though his neck was still obscured by that ridiculously high collar of his, the sight of his skin did wonders to you.

But you only allowed yourself to appreciate his arms for a bit, your eyes flitting back up to meet that sharp gaze of his that most typically shied away from. It was cold, unnerving, and when he was feeling particularly ruffled, it could leave one cowering in fear, but the way he looked at you right now was entirely opposed to all of that. The subtle crinkling in the corners of his eyes reminded you of the affection he came to regard you with as you became friends.

“I think you’re just saying that because Charlie invited Lucifer to dinner,” You pointed out, and the sour look that overcame his sharp features confirmed your suspicions. “But if it helps you feel any better, you look… nice. Yeah, nice. I think you could even rival the King of Hell.”

“Well, I must say that it’s strange to see you in anything but oversized clothes,” Alastor hummed, his head falling slightly to the side as he pretended to scrutinize your outfit, but the snort he let out betrayed him. “You’re much smaller than I imagined you’d be.”

“Hey, I’m not small, you’re just freakishly tall!” You gasped as you put your hands on your hips, feigning offense, but he was unmoved by your act. “I was going to include you in my list of things I’m thankful for this year, but you know what? I take that back.”

“Oh, now that’s just cruel,” Alastor shook his head, placing a clawed-hand over his heart and pretending to be wounded. “I don’t believe you’re being quite fair—you don’t mean to exclude me from your thanks over a mere observation, do you? Come now, my dear, have mercy on me!”

A laugh seeped past your lips, one that was very much joyous and carefree that for the first time since his mother passed away, for the first time since he started what he thought would be an endless existence filled with death, destruction, and loneliness, a sense of gratitude flourished in his chest. The usually stiff smile on his face faltered as a strange mixture of affection and trepidation over the revelation that was unearthed by an innocent little sound overcame him.

Alastor stared down at you, struggling to maintain his composure, to keep his newfound feelings hidden beneath a facade of nonchalance, but the way your skin flared up only worsened the internal battle you had unconsciously waged against his heart. You were weak, powerless, your own affairs concerned with the well-being of those you held dearly to you rather than securing souls and climbing up Hell’s hierarchy, yet he still somehow managed to admire you.

“I guess you’re right,” You eventually said, dropping your hands from your hips to shrug, completely and utterly oblivious to his feelings. “But it’s common courtesy to say ‘thank you’ or return the compliment, you know—oh, and you can’t pull the ‘Well, back in my day,’ card.”

“As insulted as I feel right now, you’re correct,” Alastor huffed, but he clasped his hands behind his back and bent down to be at level with you. “But thank you! I, too, think I look quite nice. Though in my defense,” He continued with a wicked grin, “You are rather… fun-sized.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, pretending to be unamused by his comment. But you quickly found yourself turning away from him in an attempt to hide the overwhelming urge you had to laugh… including the twinge of disappointment you felt at his refusal to compliment you. He had done that intentionally, Alastor was no idiot. But you didn’t know that he had intentionally avoided to compliment you to not acknowledge how beautiful you truly looked tonight.

Alastor wasn’t one to admire others based on their physical appearances, but the relationship you had built overtime inspired an appreciation towards the little things that made you, well, you. The subtle dips that formed in the swell of your cheeks when you smiled, the way your lips pushed forward when you became absorbed in something—he grew hyperaware of everything and anything you did, and so he also became skilled in gauging what you truly felt.

Maybe one day he’d summon up the courage to appreciate you and your beauty, to express how thankful he was that whatever sins you’d committed, God deemed you worthy of an afterlife filled with misery and despair that he was able to meet you. But for now, he decided to reach for your elbow and stop you in your tracks, effortlessly maneuvering your smaller form so you were facing him. He placed his other hand on your cheek, urging you to meet his piercing gaze.

“I suppose you have every right to be unfair, my statement was uncalled for,” Alastor gently told you, his thumb affectionately swiping across your cheekbone. “But if it helps you feel any better, I will include you in the otherwise nonexistent list I had for that of which I’m thankful for.”

Your lashes fluttered against your cheek, surprised at the words he chose to offer you. And though that was not what you thought he would tell you upon snatching your arm, you were not disappointed. For two years straight, Alastor avoided the question Charlie asked each and every resident on Thanksgiving: ‘What are you thankful for?’ So, for him to tell you such a thing surely sent your heart in a flurry of excitement, and anticipation for the future, even.

“Well, if you say that at the table,” You started, your hand coming up to rest over his on your cheek. “I’ll consider being merciful.” Alastor’s breath hitched, but you couldn’t tell whether he was shocked at your statement or the way you intertwined your fingers with his.

[sxcret-garden]

Ateez Reaction ღ Their s/o experiences verbal shutdowns

ღ Ateez all members x gn!reader ღ words: ~200 per member ღ genre & warnings: reaction, comfort, a hint of angst but everything turns out well ღ reader: no descriptions of reader’s anatomy, no pronouns used

a/n: I'm not 100% satisfied with how these turned out, but I wanted to post them anyway, in hopes they'll be a comfort to some^^

Hongjoong:

he’s a little confused to say the least when one day you decide to tell him about your verbal shutdowns

he’s never actually heard that there’s a term for this, neither has he considered this as something that simply happens to some people and isn’t something that can really be overcome

so after the initial shock he decides to just listen to what you have to say first of all, wanting you to explain it in as much detail as possible so he could understand

and you’re mostly telling him this so he won’t worry too much and know what’s going on when it inevitably happens in front of him for the first time

so when he asks about how to help you in such a situation, you’re caught off guard

he makes it clear that he really wants to support you, but since he’s never experienced this himself, he wouldn’t know how to do that intuitively

and when you stumble over your words trying to come up with an answer, he ends up chuckling at you being so flustered all of a sudden

“It’s okay, we can take this slow.” - he reassures you

once you’re calm and collected again, he listens intently, and in case you’re not actually sure what would help you the most during a verbal shutdown, he also offers to do some research with you and help you figure that out

Seonghwa:

listens very intently when you tell him about this, and also takes you very seriously

he’s curious to know everything about your verbal shutdowns and how to help you whenever you experience one, but he also doesn’t want to overwhelm you with questions

so after the initial conversation about it, he makes sure to do a lot of research, looking up other people’s experiences, tips, etc…

he wouldn’t forgive himself for accidentally saying or doing the wrong thing and making matters worse, so he’s very dedicated to learning whatever he can about this

and he will be so supportive, suggesting using communication cards, or some kind of signal only the two of you know about for when you lose the ability to speak temporarily

and once it does happen, he proves just how well he researched the whole topic, because he’s quick to understand what’s going on, and he doesn’t pressure you to speak in any way

instead he leads you somewhere where you can recollect yourself, and he gives you the space you need to feel comfortable and safe with him

Yunho:

gets so worried the first time you have a verbal shutdown in front of him

you were mid-conversation about a bit of a difficult topic, and suddenly you go completely quiet, so he immediately figures something must be wrong

“Y/N? Are you okay?” he calls out to you, but you can’t react, because you don’t even know whether you should nod or shake your head

he comes closer and carefully reaches out to you, resting his hand on your upper arm as he observes you closely with furrowed brows and helplessness reflecting in his eyes

“Did I say something wrong?” he throws another question at you, and this time you manage to shake your head

and thankfully he decides to just wait it out and stay right by your side for now, because after a few minutes of racing thoughts you finally succeed in conveying to him that you can’t talk right now

tells you it’s okay and that it’s enough if you just nod or shake your head, before offering you a hug which you gladly accept

once your speech has returned to you and you explain to him what exactly happened, he will listen intently and make sure to ask about how you want him to act if it happens again, so that he can properly help you through this

Yeosang:

he gets so worried the first time you have a verbal shutdown in front of him that he doesn’t know what to do

he tends to struggle with figuring out how to deal with unexpected situations like this too, and especially when it’s about seeing a person he cares about suffer while not knowing how to help, he just panics internally

manages to stay calm on the outside though, and once some time has passed he will definitely ask you about this, because this guy will literally be unable to relax until he knows how to deal with such a situation

and when you explain to him that sometimes you simply can’t speak no matter how hard you try, everything clicks in his head

“Oh my god… I thought I said something wrong and upset you…”

now that he knows what’s going on he’s relieved

and he’ll feel even more at ease when you tell him what you want him to do (or don’t want him to do) in a situation like this

but even if you haven’t fully figured out yet what helps, he’ll be more than happy to try anything you suggest

though he will still worry, but at least like this he won’t freeze up anymore and can actually support you!

San:

another one who’s worried sick when he first witnesses you in a verbal shutdown

a thousand thoughts are racing through his mind at once when you suddenly stop answering upon him asking you a bit of a sensitive question

he’ll immediately think it’s all his fault and that he has accidentally hurt you deeply, and seeing the guilt on his face is eating away at you, especially because you currently lack the ability to explain yourself

so you do the only thing that feels possible right now, and you shake your head vigorously as tears of helplessness well up in your eyes

and that’s when he decides that comforting you should be the top priority right now

so he offers you a hug, and when you accept it right away, he’s a little relieved

“It’s okay…” he whispers close to your ear, “You’re okay, I’m here.”

will sit you down somewhere comfortable, get you a glass of water, and stay by your side for however long it takes you to get out words again

and even if you haven’t spoken after a while, he’ll eventually figure it might help to also get you a pen and paper, in case writing down your thoughts is something that’s possible for you in that moment

Mingi:

he isn’t looking at you as you’re talking to each other, facing away from you and having most of his attention on his phone - or so you think

because when he brings up something that causes you to shut down and become unable to talk, it takes him mere seconds to realize something’s off

turns his head to find you staring at him, completely frozen up and struggling with all the words circulating in your head that just won’t come out

instead you begin tearing up because you hate that this had to happen now and at the same time you feel guilty about it

you watch as Mingi gets up slowly and approaches you

“Y/N…?” he quietly calls out to you, the worried expression on his face only causing you to feel worse

however, this guy isn’t stupid, and he’s seen this happen before

and although he didn’t understand what was going on the first time, he’s starting to get it now

“Can’t say it?” he assumes and you nod, still fighting your tears

“That’s okay… I’ll just stay here until you can.” 

stays beside you and eventually starts rambling about how he understands that sometimes words can be hard and it can happen

and just listening to his voice like this eventually helps you feel at ease, until eventually you manage to speak again, thanking him for being by your side

Wooyoung:

this guy here does not understand what a verbal shutdown means when you first explain it to him

“Huh? If you have something to say… just say it?”

he feels it's best to encourage you to get over whatever's stopping you so you could talk anyway - which is less than helpful to you, knowing it doesn't work like that

so when you lose your ability to speak when you're out with him and some friends upon him asking you just the wrong question, you get anxious about how he would react

however, as soon as he sees the panicked look on your face and realizes that you really can't say anything, even after he repeats his question, he begins to understand

excuses himself and you and then takes you away to a quiet place where you two can be alone

offers you a hug and when he sees you nod he holds you tight, not letting go of you until a quiet "thanks" slips from your lips

needless to be said, now that he's starting to get what's going on, he is very curious to know more about it, and how to best support you during a verbal shutdown

Jongho:

when you’re in the middle of an important conversation and you suddenly stop replying, his first reaction is confusion

he can feel himself getting frustrated with you, because you were talking about a topic he feels the pressing need to get answers to, but when your reaction to seeing the hint of anger on his face is to take a step back to get further away from him, it starts to dawn on him that your silence is probably not about him at all

calls out your name in an attempt to appease you, and when his expression softens, some of the tension leaves your shoulders

still, you can’t talk

so you stand there in silence for a while, with you unable to look at him, so what you don’t notice is that in his head he’s going through all the different ways to handle this situation, trying to figure out how to help you

in the end he simply pulls out his phone, opens the notes app, and holds it out to you

“Maybe you can type it out…?” he suggests, and when you realize that he’s not mad at you or disappointed, tears start welling up in your eyes

“Oh my…” 

offers you a hug with open arms, and when you close the distance between you to accept it and to bury your face in his chest, he makes sure to comfort you first and foremost as he pats your head and holds you close

[pdriesta]

CHAPTER EIGHT

“even when it’s bad, i love you”

pairing — trentxblack!girl

genre — angst, angst and more angst

word count — 7.7k

summary — y/n and trent's once strong relationship is strained by his growing distance and her unexpected pregnancy. as they clash over their future, y/n faces the painful choice of leaving behind the love and they love they worked so hard creating. will they overcome their struggles and rebuild their love, or will their fractured bond break beyond repair?

an — i am so sorry for disppearing! life is lifing but i've been sitting on the next two chapters and wanted to make sure it was perfect. i hope you enjoy!

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trent went still, his eyes widening as he processes her words. he blinks, a mix of surprise and elation washing over him, the weight of her declaration hanging in the air, thick with possibility.

trent gazed at y/n, the soft light of the room casting a warm glow on her features, and for a moment, he felt overwhelmed by the enormity of what was unfolding between them. he wasn’t sure if he would ever feel enough” for her—not the way she deserved. his heart raced with the weight of his insecurities, but as he watched her smile, something shifted within him. she had this remarkable ability to draw out the best parts of him, to make him believe that he could be more than he ever thought possible. her love wrapped around him like a comforting blanket, coaxing him to embrace his flaws and insecurities, teaching him to love himself in a way he never imagined he could. it was an incredible gift, one that left him feeling vulnerable yet exhilarated. trent knew that the road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but with her by his side, he felt a flicker of hope—a belief that together they could face anything, and maybe, just maybe, he could finally be the man she believed him to be. 

he blinks, a mix of surprise and elation washing over him, the weight of her declaration hanging in the air, thick with possibility. he had dreamed of this moment for what felt like an eternity—hoping, wishing, longing for the day she would share his vision of a future together. and now, here she was, his beautiful partner, offering him everything he had ever wanted.

“wait— you’re serious?” he asks, disbelief lacing his tone. the breath catches in his throat, the gravity of her words washing over him like a wave, as if the world outside had faded away, leaving just the two of them suspended in this precious moment.

her gaze holds his, steady and sincere, and he feels a warmth bloom in his chest, a rush of emotions that makes his heart race. he’s been waiting for this for so long, and now that it’s finally happening, he struggles to wrap his mind around the reality of it. all the uncertainty, the doubts, the worries about whether they were ready for this next step—every fear he had ever harbored fades away, replaced by the overwhelming joy of her commitment.

“yeah,” she replies, her heart pounding in her chest as she leans in closer, urgency lacing her words. “i already spoke to my family and yours. they’re all on board, ready to come for a wedding.”

“really?” he breathes, the excitement flickering in his eyes. it was as if the whole world had shifted, tilting toward a bright new horizon.

“really,” she confirms, her smile widening. “it just feels right, trent. especially with the twins on the way. i don’t want to wait. i want to start our family as husband and wife.”

he looks at her, his brow furrowing slightly as a tinge of worry flashes across his face. “but what if you regret it?” the words tumble from him, heavy with concern. “this is a big decision, y/n. what if you wake up one day and think—”

“i won’t,” she interrupts softly, placing a gentle finger against his lips to hush his worries. “i’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. i love you, and i want to do this with you.”

with that, y/n shifts, sitting in his lap, the warmth of her body grounding him amidst the whirlwind of emotions. trent instinctively wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the rapid beat of her heart against his chest. he can’t help but gaze into her eyes, the sincerity in her gaze making it hard to doubt her.

“you’re sure?” he asks again, wanting to absorb every detail of this moment. “because once we do this… it’s forever.”

“i know,” she replies, her voice soft but resolute. “i’ve thought about this, trent. you’re my person. you always have been. we’ve already built so much together, and this just feels like the next step.”

as she sits in his lap, their bodies perfectly aligned, trent feels the heat radiating from her skin. he can't help but lightly nibble at her neck, playfully teasing her as he whispers, “sneaky girl, you’ve been planning this, haven’t you? you want to be my wife that bad?”

y/n giggles, her breath hitching as he kisses up her neck, each soft press of his lips igniting a warmth that spreads through her. “maybe,” she teases back, tilting her head slightly to give him better access, feeling utterly alive in this moment. 

“it’s a big leap, you know,” he murmurs against her skin, his voice low and filled with playful mischief. “are you really ready to take on all that responsibility? being married to me?”

“it’ll be an adventure, and i wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else,” she says, her voice barely a whisper, her heart racing as she feels the intoxicating thrill of their connection. “i mean, who else could handle my chaos?”

“oh, you’re chaotic, alright,” he chuckles, pulling back slightly to meet her gaze, the intensity of his affection evident in his eyes. “but that’s what makes you so special.”

“and you love it,” she challenges, raising an eyebrow as she leans closer, their noses almost touching. 

“i really do,” he admits, his voice softening. “more than anything.” 

the weight of her words settles between them, wrapping them in a cocoon of shared dreams and hopes. his heart swells with emotion, and he takes a moment to breathe her in, the scent of her shampoo, the warmth of her skin beneath his hands.

“so, when do we do this?” he asks, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “are we running off to vegas next?”

y/n laughs softly, her cheeks flushing with warmth. “not quite, but soon. i think we could still try to have a traditional wedding. a small ceremony, maybe just our family, and then we can plan something later down the line. i don’t want the stress of a big wedding right now.”

“that sounds perfect,” he replies, his voice filled with warmth. “but let’s be real; we’re going to need a proper party for everyone to celebrate. i want to shout from the rooftops that you’re mine.”

“oh, so you’re planning a big reception after, huh?” she teases, nudging him playfully.

“only the best for my wife,” he smirks, clearly pleased with the idea. “but we’ll figure it all out together.”

in that moment, as they sit wrapped in each other’s arms, the future no longer felt daunting but filled with potential. they were embarking on a new journey, one that would forever change their lives. they knew it wouldn’t always be easy, but as long as they had each other, everything would be alright.

y/n leaned back slightly, looking into trent's eyes with a playful glint. “so, what do you think? do you want to be my husband, trent alexander-arnold?”

he chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief. “i’m not sure if i’m ready for all that responsibility. i mean, i can barely take care of myself most days!”

“you’ll be fine,” she assured him, laughing at his playful demeanor. “besides, you’ll have me to keep you in line.”

“ah, so that’s your plan,” he grinned. “keep me in check and then boss me around with your new last name?”

“absolutely,” she teased, feeling the warmth of happiness radiate between them. “and you wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“i don’t think i would,” he murmured, pulling her closer again, their laughter fading into comfortable silence as they savored the moment. it was just the two of them, the promise of forever stretching out before them, the love between them deepening with each shared heartbeat.

“are you sure it’s not just because of the mind-blowing sex we just had?” he teases, a playful grin spreading across his face as he lightly nibbles at her neck, savoring the soft taste of her skin. “because, honestly, you might just be a little too caught up in the moment.” 

he pulls back slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he gazes into hers, searching for a hint of doubt. “i mean, how could you resist wanting to be my wife after all this?” he adds with a wink, his voice dropping to a suggestive whisper that sends shivers down her spine. 

“oh please,” she replies, rolling her eyes playfully while trying to suppress a grin. “if anything, it just made me realize how much I want you by my side for everything—especially when our twins come into the world.” she leans in closer, a teasing sparkle in her eyes. “besides, can you blame me? being with you is nothing short of addictive.”

she shifts slightly in his lap, feeling the warmth radiating from his body, and brushes her fingers lightly against his jawline, savoring the intimacy of the moment. “this isn’t just a spur-of-the-moment decision. i’ve thought about it a lot. we’ve been through so much together, and i want to make it official. i want to be your wife, trent.”

her gaze locks onto his, sincere and unwavering. “this isn’t just about the amazing sex—though, let’s be real, it certainly doesn’t hurt,” she adds with a flirtatious smile, biting her lip as she continues. “it’s about you, me, and our family. i want us to be a team in every way possible.” 

as she speaks, she watches the emotions play across his face—surprise, joy, and a hint of disbelief. it’s as if she can see the wheels turning in his head, and the realization washes over her that they are standing on the brink of something monumental together.

the atmosphere is thick with flirtation, and his teasing only serves to heighten the tension between them, igniting the playful chemistry that had always defined their relationship. trent’s heart races not just from the adrenaline of their earlier passion but from the intoxicating thought of her wanting to share her life with him, forever.

the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the bedroom. y/n sat cross-legged on the bed, her back resting against trent’s chest as he held her close, his arms wrapped loosely around her growing bump. a thick bridal catalogue rested on her lap, its pages filled with designs, vendors, and inspiration she’d spent months curating long before her pregnancy.

she flipped through the pages slowly, her fingers tracing the edges of images and handwritten notes in the margins. her dream wedding had been meticulously planned—the florals, the color scheme, the seating arrangements. it was all there, every detail a testament to how much she’d wanted it to be perfect. but now, as she stared at the carefully crafted plans, a familiar doubt began to creep in.

“it’s a lot, isn’t it?” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “all of this… it’s impossible now.”

trent tightened his hold around her, resting his chin on her shoulder. “what do you mean, impossible?” he asked, his voice warm and steady. “we’ve got this.”

she let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “trent, look at it,” she said, gesturing toward the pages. “this isn’t something we can just throw together in a couple of weeks. i know i said i can't bear the stress of a big wedding roight now but i wanted everything to be perfect—this was supposed to be my dream wedding. but now, with the twins and the time crunch and everything else…” she trailed off, her words caught in the knot of emotion forming in her throat.

he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, his voice low and soothing. “baby, it’s still your dream wedding. just because things are different doesn’t mean it can’t be perfect.”

she tilted her head back slightly, glancing up at him with a doubtful expression. “how are we even going to pull this off? we don’t have time to book half of these vendors, and my dress—”

“stop,” he interrupted gently, turning her face toward his with a soft hand on her cheek. “let me worry about the logistics, yeah? all i need you to do is tell me what you want—what’s important to you—and i’ll take care of the rest.”

she bit her lip, her fingers idly flipping another page. “you make it sound so simple.”

“it is simple,” he said with a small smile, taking the catalogue from her hands and setting it aside. “this is about you, y/n. about us. i don’t care if we have to pull together every favor, every contact, or fly in every vendor. i’ll do whatever it takes to make this day what you dreamed of.”

her eyes softened as she looked at him, her hands coming to rest on top of his where they framed her bump. “you’re really going to take the book?” she teased, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

he grinned, reaching for the catalogue and holding it up like it was the key to a great mission. “consider it my blueprint,” he said. “i’ll even color-code it if i have to.”

she laughed softly, leaning back into his chest, her doubts momentarily quieted by his confidence. “what did i do to deserve you?”

trent kissed her temple, his voice filled with nothing but love. “more like what did i do to deserve you? just trust me, baby. your dream wedding’s gonna happen, and it’s going to be beautiful. i promise.”

as they sat there, surrounded by the remnants of her carefully laid plans, she felt a flicker of hope. trent’s unwavering determination made her believe, just for a moment, that maybe—just maybe—it would all come together.

the boutique had a cozy charm, its walls lined with soft blush and cream tones, creating a tranquil yet luxurious atmosphere. chandeliers cast a warm glow over racks of gowns that shimmered under the light, each one more beautiful than the last. the faint sound of classical music played in the background, soothing and elegant, as y/n walked in with her group.

her mom held her arm, squeezing it gently, while trent’s mom, dianne, followed close behind, her excitement palpable. malik strolled in with a teasing grin, his girlfriend, kiara, playfully nudging him to behave. but y/n’s focus was stolen the moment she spotted her best friend, imani, standing near the seating area, a wide smile on her face.

“imani!” y/n gasped, her voice trembling as tears sprang to her eyes. she closed the distance between them in seconds, pulling her friend into a tight embrace. 

“oh my god, y/n,” imani whispered, her voice cracking as she clung to her. “look at you. you’re glowing.”

y/n laughed through her tears, her hands gripping imani’s shoulders tightly. “i missed you so much. i can’t believe you’re here.”

“as if i’d miss this,” imani said, pulling back just enough to look at her properly, tears glistening in her own eyes. “trent wasn’t taking no for an answer. he wanted today to be perfect for you.”

those words brought a fresh wave of emotion, and y/n wiped at her face, overwhelmed. “he’s amazing. i just… i can’t believe he did this.”

“he loves you,” imani said simply, her gaze soft and knowing. “and honestly? i’ve never been prouder of you. you’ve been through so much, but look at where you are now. you and trent? you were always meant to be.”

y/n’s throat tightened, her heart swelling at the love in her friend’s words. she nodded, unable to speak, and hugged her again, savoring the moment.

“alright, alright,” malik interrupted, his tone teasing as he wiped at his own suspiciously glassy eyes. “are we here to cry or find my sister a dress?”

y/n laughed, sniffling as she turned to face him. “i don’t know, malik. you look like you’re about to cry more than anyone else.”

“me? never,” malik said, but his voice cracked just enough to betray him. kiara burst out laughing, wrapping an arm around his waist.

“he’s been holding it in since we got here,” kiara teased, earning an exaggerated eye roll from malik. 

“okay, lets give malik a break considering he’s already a mess,” y/n said with a smile, though her voice was still thick with emotion. “let’s get started.”

the consultant led them into a spacious fitting room, the plush couch and elegant decor setting the stage. the group settled in, their energy a mix of excitement and anticipation. y/n’s mom and dianne were already exchanging whispers about their predictions for the perfect dress, while imani sat forward, her eyes sparkling with eagerness.

the first dress was lovely but didn’t feel like her. the second was closer, but still, something was missing. when she stepped into the third dress, a soft gasp escaped her lips as she looked at herself in the mirror. 

the dress was nothing like her original dream gown, yet it felt perfect. the lace detailing hugged her growing bump gracefully, the fabric flowing like water around her. it was elegant, timeless, and felt like it had been made just for this moment.

she hesitated before stepping out, nervous about their reactions. but the moment she did, the room went completely silent. 

her mom’s hand flew to her mouth, tears spilling down her cheeks. dianne let out a quiet “oh my goodness,” already dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. malik’s jaw dropped, and he quickly looked away, rubbing at his eyes. kiara leaned against him, her own smile watery. 

and then there was imani, who stood up slowly, her hands covering her mouth as she whispered, “y/n… you’re stunning.”

the weight of their reactions hit her like a tidal wave. tears spilled over as she turned fully to face them. “do you really think so?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“think so?” malik choked out, his voice unsteady. “sis, you look perfect. if trent doesn’t cry when he sees you, i’ll personally—” 

“he’s already cried,” dianne interjected with a knowing laugh, cutting him off. 

“malik, stop,” y/n said, though she couldn’t stop her laugh, even as tears streamed down her face.

her mom stepped forward, cupping her face gently. “you’re beautiful, my love,” she said softly. “trent’s going to be speechless.”

the mention of trent brought a fresh wave of emotion. “can i borrow someone’s phone?” she asked, her voice cracking. imani handed her phone over immediately, and y/n quickly facetime’d trent. 

“hey, baby,” he greeted with a warm smile, though his expression quickly turned concerned when he saw her tear-streaked face. “what’s wrong? are you okay?”

she shook her head quickly, wiping at her eyes. “i’m okay,” she assured him, her voice trembling. “i just… i love you so much. i can’t wait to marry you.”

trent’s smile softened, and his eyes glistened as he leaned closer to the camera. “you’re trying to make me cry, aren’t you?” he teased gently.

she laughed, sniffling as she looked down. “maybe a little,” she admitted.

“whatever you’re wearing, i know you look stunning,” he said, his voice full of affection. “i can’t wait to see you walk down that aisle.”

her tears flowed freely now, the love in his words overwhelming her. “you’re going to love it,” she promised softly.

“i already love you, and that’s all that matters,” he replied.

the call ended with both of them a little teary-eyed, and y/n handed the phone back to imani with a grateful smile. turning back to the group, she found herself overwhelmed by the love and support surrounding her.

“this is it,” her mom said, nodding toward the dress. “this is the one.”

and for the first time in weeks, y/n felt the same.

the morning began quietly, the soft light of dawn spilling into the spacious bedroom. trent moved carefully, not wanting to disturb y/n as she slept curled on her side, her hands instinctively cradling her growing belly. he leaned down, pressing a featherlight kiss to her temple, his lips lingering as he whispered, “i’ll be back soon, baby. i love you”

y/n stirred faintly, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks but not fully waking. trent smiled to himself, brushing a stray braid from her face before grabbing his bag and heading out for the day. today’s errands were important—coordinating with vendors, finalizing the details for their wedding. it was all coming together, and while the weight of responsibility hung heavily on his shoulders, he was determined to make everything perfect for her.

when he returned hours later, the house was warm with the soft hum of laughter. trent paused at the doorway, his gaze landing on y/n and imani lounging on the couch, bridal magazines scattered around them. y/n’s head tilted back as she laughed, her cheeks glowing with happiness. the sight eased the tightness in his chest, reminding him why all the effort was worth it.

trent crouched down beside y/n, his warm hand resting on her belly as he asked softly, “you’ve been good while i’ve been out?”  

y/n tilted her head, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “you know i love when you boss me around,” she teased, her voice full of mischief.  

trent raised an eyebrow, leaning closer. “is that right?” his lips brushed her neck, leaving a soft kiss that sent shivers through her.  

but just as quickly as it started, he pulled back, leaving y/n pouting dramatically. “that’s it? just one little kiss? what a tease,” she whined, crossing her arms.  

imani laughed from the other side of the couch, flipping a page in the bridal magazine she’d been perusing. “y/n, you’re the definition of insatiable. give the man a break—he’s already out here planning the wedding of the century and keeping you in line.”  

y/n stuck her tongue out at her friend. “says the woman who’s been married for a year now and still blushes when her husband calls her ‘jagi.’”  

trent’s brows shot up in curiosity, glancing between the two women. “wait, that’s what dohyun calls you? what does it mean?”  

imani blushed, waving him off. “mind your business. just know it’s cute, and we’re happy.”  

y/n grinned, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of her mug. “i still can’t believe you got hitched so quickly after moving. i mean, it broke my heart when you made the move permanent, but seeing you this happy? it’s worth it.”  

“don’t get all sentimental on me now,” imani teased, though her eyes softened. “besides, you’re the one with the twins on the way. Wwy are you out to get me next?”  

y/n smirked. “oh, i don’t know. I can’t wait for you and dohyun to have a kid. the twins could use some cousins.”  

imani laughed, holding up her hands in mock surrender. “oh, don’t put that on me just because you got knocked up! my students are my kids, thank you very much.” she paused, grinning wickedly. “or maybe i’ll just steal one of yours.”  

trent, who had been listening with an amused expression, shrugged dramatically. “honestly, i might let you. twins are a lot of work.”  

y/n gasped, swatting his arm. “traitor!”  

imani cackled, leaning back against the couch. “see? even trent’s on my side.”  

the conversation turned as imani’s mischievous gaze settled on y/n. “but really, let’s talk about your brother. malik’s been with kiara since they were what? fifteen? and he still hasn’t put a ring on her finger?”  

y/n laughed, shaking her head. “i know, right? they’re practically married already. but i’m not about to tell them to have kids. my parents barely survived the shock of me being pregnant out of wedlock. they’d keel over if malik tried the same.”  

imani smirked. “well, someone’s gotta carry the family legacy. maybe i should talk to kiara instead. she’s probably already got baby names picked out.”  

trent chuckled, his hand finding y/n’s and giving it a squeeze. “you really think your parents would freak out that much?”  

y/n grinned. “let’s just say i’d rather not test the waters.”  

as the laughter settled, trent found himself leaning back, content just to watch y/n and imani interact. their banter, the easy flow of their friendship—it was one of the many things he adored about y/n. she was in her element, surrounded by love and laughter, and it was impossible not to feel at ease in her presence.  

imani eventually stood, stretching. “alright, i should go call dohyun. it’s going to be a long one,” she added suggestively, winking at y/n.  

“gross,” y/n teased, scrunching her nose. “keep it PG, please.”  

“you started it with all the innuendos,” imani shot back, grabbing her phone and heading toward the guest room.  

as the house quieted, trent shifted closer to y/n, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his chest. she melted into him, resting her head against his shoulder with a sigh.  

“you okay?” he asked softly, pressing a kiss to her temple.  

“better than okay,” she murmured, her voice full of affection. “i’m perfect right here.”  

trent smiled, his hand trailing gently over her arm. “you’re all i need, you know that?”  

y/n tilted her head up, her lips brushing his jaw. “and you’re everything to me.”  

they stayed like that, tangled together on the couch, as the warmth of their love wrapped around them like a blanket.  

as they settled deeper into the quiet comfort of the moment, y/n’s voice broke the silence, soft and laced with gratitude. “thank you for bringing imani here, trent. it’s been so good having her around.”  

trent smiled, his hand gently stroking her arm. “you don’t have to thank me for that, love. i knew you’d need her, especially with everything going on. and she’s family to us now.”  

y/n’s eyelids grew heavier, but she forced herself to stay awake just a little longer. “it gets a bit lonely sometimes... when you’re away,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “this big house... it can feel so empty without you.”  

trent’s arms tightened around her, pulling her closer as his heart ached at her words. “i hate being away from you,” he said softly, his voice carrying a mix of regret and love. “but i’m here now, and soon, the babies will be here too. we’ll fill this house with so much love, y/n. i promise.”  

she smiled against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling her closer to sleep. “being in your arms like this… it makes it all better,” she murmured. “and knowing we’ve got our little ones on the way... it’s everything i’ve ever wanted.”  

trent leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “you’ll never have to feel alone, baby. not as long as i’m here. this is just the beginning for us.”  

her breathing slowed, and trent could tell she was drifting off. he stayed still, holding her as her soft words lingered in the air, a quiet promise of the life they were building together.

the soft glow of the bedside lamp bathed the room in a golden hue, catching the sheen of y/n’s oiled skin as she moved, her silk robe barely tied at the waist. it clung loosely to her, teasing glimpses of the curves that had only grown softer and more pronounced with her pregnancy. she stood by the mirror, her hands smoothing the vanilla-scented oil over her belly with tender care. 

trent leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed, fresh from the shower, beads of water still clinging to his curls. his gaze was locked on her, dark and unwavering, the smirk on his lips betraying the thoughts racing through his mind. 

“you’re killing me, you know that?” his voice was low, edged with that teasing rasp that always made her stomach flip. 

y/n glanced at him through the mirror, raising an eyebrow. “killing you? i’m just moisturizing.”  

“exactly,” he muttered, pushing off the doorframe and closing the distance between them in a few easy strides. he stood behind her, his hands lightly resting on her hips as his eyes met hers in the mirror. “you’re standing here, looking like that, and you expect me to behave?”  

she rolled her eyes, trying to suppress a smile. “trent, we’re a week away from the wedding. maybe we should try to follow some traditions, like… i don’t know, abstaining?”  

he blinked, his expression shifting to exaggerated disbelief as he spun her around to face him. “abstaining?” he repeated, his hands sliding to her waist. “you’re seven months pregnant with twins, y/n. i think that ship sailed a long time ago.”  

her laugh was soft, her fingers playfully pushing at his chest. “you know what i mean. we’ve done everything out of order. maybe we should try to get something right.”  

“we are getting something right,” he said, his tone dropping, his hands slipping under the loose folds of her robe to caress her bare skin. “we’re getting married. and you’re having my babies. i don’t need anything else.”  

her breath hitched as his fingers skimmed the curve of her belly, the heat of his touch making her heartbeat quicken. “trent…”  

“hmm?” he murmured, leaning down to press his lips against her neck, the kisses slow and deliberate, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. “you’re saying all these words, but you’re not stopping me.”  

she tried to reply, but her voice faltered as he found that spot on her neck that always made her knees weak. his lips lingered there, his tongue teasing against her skin before he nipped gently, pulling a soft gasp from her lips.  

“baby…” she tried again, her hands instinctively clutching at his shoulders for support.  

“what?” he murmured, pulling back just enough to look at her, his dark eyes full of mischief and something deeper. “you want me to stop?”  

her silence was answer enough. he smirked, leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. it was heated, desperate, as though he was trying to pour every unspoken word into the way his mouth moved against hers.  

her fingers tangled in his damp curls, pulling him closer as the robe slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet. his hands roamed her body, reverent and greedy all at once, tracing every curve and dip with an intimacy that made her breath catch.  

“you’re impossible,” she whispered against his lips, though there was no heat in her words, only a soft laugh that turned into a quiet moan as he kissed her again, deeper this time.  

“and you love it,” he replied, his voice low, his hands anchoring her hips against him. “you’ve got me wrapped around your little finger, and you know it.”  

“you’re ridiculous,” she murmured, but her smile betrayed her as she tilted her head, letting him trail kisses down her jaw, her neck, and lower.  

he chuckled, his lips brushing against her collarbone. “ridiculous about you,” he said, the words melting into her skin.  

they stayed there, wrapped in each other, the teasing forgotten as the kisses grew slower, deeper, each one a reminder of the love they’d built and the life they were about to step into together.

the night before the wedding was a magical blend of celebration and relaxation, a testament to how loved y/n was by everyone around her. the living room of her home had been transformed into a haven of cozy, feminine charm. soft fairy lights twinkled along the walls, fresh white roses and peonies adorned the tables, and a makeshift popcorn bar sat on the kitchen counter, stocked with every topping imaginable. gold and blush balloons with “bride-to-be” written on them floated in the corners, and a towering display of cupcakes and cookies added a sweet touch to the festivities.

imani, ever the thoughtful best friend, had planned everything to perfection. the women in y/n’s life—her mom, trent’s mom, imani, kiara, trent’s sister-in-law, olivia and even baby aura—gathered to celebrate her last night as a “miss.” imani had even arranged for matching silk pajamas embroidered with their names, with “bride” proudly displayed on y/n’s. baby aura waddled around in her own little set, earning coos from everyone as she toddled between laps.

the group started the night with a few lighthearted games. there was a trivia quiz about y/n and trent’s relationship, with kiara winning the prize for remembering the exact date trent had proposed. “malik would forge, but i’ll never forget that call. my girl is gonna be a wife,” she teased, earning a laugh from y/n.

then came the movie marathon, a curated lineup of romantic comedies y/n had loved since she was a teenager. they piled onto the couches and plush rugs, snacking on popcorn and sipping mocktails as laughter and chatter filled the room. imani had even created a “photo booth” corner with props, where the group took silly pictures.

as the night wore on, y/n found herself nestled comfortably on the couch, her belly snug under a soft blanket. her mom sat beside her, stroking her hair, while trent’s mom chatted animatedly with kiara about the wedding preparations. imani, meanwhile, was trying to coax baby aura into saying “bride,” much to everyone’s amusement.

“this is perfect,” y/n murmured, glancing around at her friends and family.

imani leaned over, grinning. “just wait until tomorrow. this is nothing compared to what’s coming.”

the next morning, y/n woke up to the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of soft giggles. opening her eyes, she found her bedroom door slightly ajar, the glow of daylight streaming through.

when she stepped out, the sight before her made her heart swell. the entire downstairs had been decorated overnight, with more flowers, streamers, and a banner that read, “it’s your big day, y/n!” imani stood by the counter, pouring coffee into matching mugs while kiara helped set out a breakfast spread of croissants, fruit, and pastries.

“finally! the bride is awake!” imani announced, rushing over to hug her.

y/n laughed, holding onto her best friend. “imani, you outdid yourself. this is incredible.”

“anything for my best girl,” imani said, stepping back to admire her handiwork.

the morning passed in a blur of love and laughter. the group donned matching robes for their getting-ready session, each embroidered with their roles—“bride,” “matron of honor,” and so on. baby aura had her own tiny robe, which she proudly showed off by waddling in circles.

“you know she’s stealing the show tomorrow, right?” kiara teased as she adjusted y/n’s robe.

“if anyone’s allowed to, it’s her,” y/n replied, grinning.

as they got their hair and makeup done, y/n found herself tearing up more than once. her mom gave a toast, sharing stories of y/n’s childhood and how proud she was of the woman she’d become. trent’s mom chimed in, speaking about how much her son adored y/n and how excited their family was to officially welcome her in.

“don’t you dare ruin your makeup,” imani warned, dabbing at y/n’s tears.

“too late,” y/n sniffled, laughing through her emotions.

by mid-afternoon, the group had transitioned to a more relaxed vibe. kiara and y/n’s mom reminisced about old family vacations, while imani chased baby aura around the living room. y/n found herself sitting on the couch, her belly gently cradled in her hands, overwhelmed with gratitude.

“this is one of the happiest days of my life,” she said softly to imani, who sat beside her.

“and tomorrow will top it,” imani promised, handing her a plate of strawberries.

as the evening rolled around, y/n’s nerves began to kick in. she found herself pacing her bedroom, her phone in hand. she knew trent was at tyler’s house with his groomsmen—malik, tyler, robbo, dom, and a few others. they’d upheld the tradition of keeping the bride and groom apart the night before, but the longing to hear his voice was too much.

she tapped his name, and he answered on the first ring.

“hi, love,” he said, his voice warm and familiar. “how’s my bride-to-be?”

“missing you,” y/n admitted, sitting on the edge of her bed.

trent chuckled. “i miss you more. but hey, it’s tradition, right? makes tomorrow even more special.”

“that’s what everyone keeps saying,” she teased, twirling a strand of her hair. “but right now, i just want to hear your voice.”

“you can do more than that,” he coaxed. “open facetime. come on, baby, just for a second.”

y/n hesitated but eventually gave in. when his face appeared on her screen, her heart fluttered.

“you look beautiful,” he said softly, taking in her bare face and relaxed smile.

“i’m in pajamas, trent,” she laughed.

“doesn’t matter. you’re still the most beautiful woman in the world.”

they talked quietly, sharing details of their days and their excitement for what was to come. trent’s groomsmen occasionally shouted playful comments in the background, making y/n laugh.

“how am i supposed to sleep without you?” y/n whispered, her voice soft and almost shy as she traced patterns on her duvet. her face glowed faintly from the soft lighting of her room, but the longing in her eyes was undeniable.

trent leaned closer to the camera, his expression tender. “just close your eyes, my love,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “tonight is the last night you’ll ever have to fall asleep without me beside you. tomorrow, you’ll wake up, walk down that aisle, and we’ll be married. nothing will keep us apart after that—not ever.”

her lips curled into a faint smile, though her eyes brimmed with unshed tears. “you make it sound so easy.”

“because it is,” trent replied earnestly. “all you have to do is close your eyes and think about us—our life together, our babies, our future. think about how, from tomorrow on, every night, i’ll be holding you. this house won’t feel so empty because we’ll fill it with laughter and love, and you’ll never have to fall asleep alone again.”

she bit her lip, warmth spreading through her chest at his words. “you always know what to say.”

trent chuckled softly, shaking his head. “it’s not hard when it’s the truth.”

she sighed, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before she opened them again, not ready to let go just yet. “i love you so much, trent. more than i can put into words.”

“and i love you more,” he said, his gaze steady and full of adoration. “now, sleep, my love. dream about us, about tomorrow. when you open your eyes next, you’ll be on your way to becoming mrs. alexander-arnold.”

his words wrapped around her like a warm embrace, and for the first time that night, she felt at peace. “goodnight, trent,” she whispered, her voice tender.

“goodnight, baby. i’ll see you at the altar.”

as the call ended, y/n placed her phone on the nightstand, a serene smile on her face. the room felt a little less empty, her heart a little fuller. she curled up in her bed, clutching the thought of trent’s promise to her chest, and let herself drift into a peaceful sleep filled with dreams of forever.

the soft morning light filtered into the room, casting a golden glow across y/n as she stood before the mirror, her hands resting gently on her belly. the quiet hum of the house preparing for the day’s celebrations barely registered as she took in her reflection. her wedding dress hung on the back of the door, pristine and waiting for her, but y/n couldn’t stop staring at the image in front of her. this was the moment she’d dreamed of, and it was finally here.

she took a deep breath, her hand lightly tracing her growing bump. “we’re almost there, my loves,” she whispered softly, her voice thick with emotion. “you and your daddy are going to make this day even more special.”

her robe, lace and silk, felt soft against her skin as she prepared herself. she kept talking to her babies, almost as if she needed the reassurance herself that everything was about to change in the best possible way.

there was a soft knock on the door, and imani stepped in, holding an envelope in her hand. “here, this one’s from trent,” she said, handing it over with a smile.

y/n carefully opened the envelope, recognizing trent’s handwriting immediately.

my beautiful girl,

the day is finally here. i can’t wait to see you, to call you my wife. i’m so proud of you, proud of everything you’ve done, of the woman you’ve become. i love you more than words can say, and i can’t wait to be with you, forever.

with all my love, your future husband.

y/n’s eyes stung with tears, and she let out a shaky breath, wiping the tears away as she smiled at the note. she was already overwhelmed, but it was impossible to hold back the tears today.

imani grinned, wiping a tear from y/n’s cheek. “girl, you’re making me emotional too.”

y/n chuckled softly, tucking the note into her robe as imani wrapped her arm around her. “he’s going to make me cry all day, isn’t he?”

imani nodded with a wink. “yup, get used to it.”

the morning unfolded in a whirlwind of activity. y/n's house was filled with the laughter and chatter of her bridal party and her family. everyone was busy with last-minute preparations, but y/n found solace in the small moments. a soft kiss on her cheek from her mom as she checked in. little aura running around, too excited to sit still.

as the day went on, aura handed y/n another envelope from trent. y/n smiled at the sight of the familiar handwriting.

my love,

i can’t wait to hold you today, to call you mine forever. i’m counting down the minutes, the seconds, until i get to see you walking toward me at the altar. just know that i love you, and i’ll be waiting, always.

with all my heart, trent.

y/n’s heart fluttered as she looked at the note, feeling more loved than ever.

“thank you, aura,” she whispered, brushing a kiss on the little girl’s head before reading the note again, already getting teary-eyed once more.

later, as the time to get into her dress finally arrived, y/n stood before her mirror, her heart pounding with anticipation. the gown fit perfectly, hugging her curves while gracefully flowing to the floor. she took one last glance at her reflection, her heart racing.

the door creaked open, and y/n’s mother stepped inside first, her hand covering her mouth as her eyes landed on her daughter. for a moment, she didn’t say anything, her breath hitching as she took in the sight before her. y/n stood in the center of the room, radiant in her gown, a vision of grace and beauty. the delicate lace hugged her figure perfectly, the soft train pooling at her feet. her veil cascaded over her shoulders like a whisper, framing her glowing face.

“oh, my baby,” her mother whispered, her voice thick with emotion. her hand trembled as she brought it to her chest, her tears falling freely now.

y/n’s lips wobbled as she tried to hold herself together. “mama,” she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of years of love, shared moments, and the comfort only a mother can bring.

“you’re beautiful,” her mother said, stepping closer, her eyes scanning every detail of her daughter. “so, so beautiful.”

“thank you,” y/n whispered, her throat tightening as she fought the tears threatening to spill. “mama, don’t start. you’re going to make me cry.”

before her mother could reply, the door opened wider, and her father walked in. his footsteps faltered, his gaze locking on y/n. his usually steady composure crumbled in an instant.

“oh, god,” he muttered, blinking rapidly as his eyes glistened. “that’s my baby girl.”

y/n let out a soft laugh, though her voice wavered. “daddy, don’t you start, too.”

her father ignored her teasing, stepping forward. he stopped just shy of her, his hands shaking slightly as he reached out to touch her arms. “y/n, you... you look...” he paused, his voice cracking. “you look beautiful, sweetheart.”

her mother moved to her side, placing a gentle hand on y/n’s back. together, the two of them gazed at their daughter as though she were the most precious thing in the world.

“we’ve imagined this day for so long,” her mother said, wiping at her cheeks with a tissue. “but nothing could’ve prepared us for how perfect you’d look.”

y/n’s laughter bubbled out, light and airy, an attempt to ease the heavy emotions threatening to overwhelm the room. “you two are going to ruin my makeup before i even get to the aisle!”

her father chuckled through his tears, pulling her into a careful hug. “it’s a father’s right to cry when his baby girl gets married,” he murmured.

when he stepped back, he took both of her hands in his, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity she’d only ever seen when he was truly moved. “y/n, i’ve watched you grow into this incredible woman—strong, kind, and full of love. and when you came to us all those months ago, unsure, scared... i knew in my heart that you and trent would find your way. i’ve seen the way he loves you. his love for you is written all over his face, in every action, in every word.”

her lip trembled as she nodded, unable to speak.

“you two were meant for each other,” her father continued. “your souls are one. and these little ones you’re carrying,” he added, his eyes flickering to her belly, “are proof of that love. they’re proof that no matter the trials, no matter the doubts, love always wins.”

y/n’s tears spilled over now, and she hastily wiped at them, laughing through the sobs. “you’re going to make me ruin my makeup!”

her mother chuckled, stepping in to embrace her. “oh, sweetheart. you’ve always been our joy, and today, you’re our pride.”

her father placed a hand on her shoulder as her mother pulled away, both of them gazing at her like she was their whole world.

“thank you,” y/n whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. “thank you both for everything.”

her father kissed her cheek, his voice a little unsteady. “let’s go make you a wife, princess.”

before they turned to leave, y/n paused, placing her hands on her belly. her parents watched as she whispered softly, her voice tender and full of promise. “we’re almost there, my loves. your daddy’s waiting for us. and tomorrow, we’ll all be together, forever.”

her mother squeezed her arm, her eyes shimmering with love, while her father exhaled deeply, his shoulders squared as if anchoring himself in the moment.

and when imani’s voice called softly from the door, letting them know it was time, y/n nodded. her father offered his arm, her mother smoothing the veil one last time.

“ready, princess?” her father asked.

y/n met their eyes, her heart swelling with gratitude and love. “i’ve never been more ready.”

and with that, they walked out together, the day she’d dreamed of finally unfolding before her.

© PDRIESTA 2024

[velvetdesirez]

Sawyer lay next to her for some time and didn't say anything to her for a moment or two as he took in some long deep breaths before he was finally able to clear his thoughts. He had never wanted anyone as much as he had done with her. His entire body burned for her and even now he still felt the high from the intense orgasm. Nothing could ever change no matter what and he knew that very much so. His heart was hammering loudly in his chest as he found himself sighing softly at her. One of his arms wrapped around her as he pulled her towards him. He simply looked into her eyes lovingly and there was nothing but adoration in his eyes for her. He found himself smiling softly at her words and after a moment or two he pressed a few kisses on her lips. His arms held her tightly against him not wanting to let her go and the truth was he didn't think he could no matter what. Hearing her words he found himself chuckling softly at her and shook his head at her for a moment. "Why thank you. Someone has to keep you on your toes. Besides I always like to overcome the odds. " He said to her with a smirk.

Sawyer stayed silent for some time as he continued to thrust in and out of her. His entire body burned for her as he continued to slam his cock into her. He had never felt this way before and he wasn't going to do this anymore. He watched her as she reached her climax and in that moment she looked the most beautiful being on earth. Her moans and reactions and the way she looked at him finally sent him over the edge. Stars exploded behind his eyes as he came undone for her. His entire body shook and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he came undone for her. He moaned her name loudly before finally collapsing next to her. His breathing was heavy and warm as he gazed into her eyes trying to make sense of everything. He felt like he was in heaven and he didn't want to come down from the high. "That was amazing. " He finally said to her.

[loki-us]

Just like Thor was changed by Jane, Loki was forever changed by Mobius

[pinnithin]

enver gortash fascinates me from the perspective of his relationship with the dark urge because like, as far as i know his alliance with them is one of the very few he didn’t actively despise. the guy was sold into slavery by his own parents (who tried to justify it by saying their child was a hateful monster and anyone would have done the same) and spent his formative years employed by a devil who gets off on gratuitous levels of suffering and manipulation. and then once he's escaped that and built himself up so he can never be used and enslaved again he meets this bhaalspawn who also had to adapt and survive a violent and manipulative environment for years by becoming the monsters who raised them.

gortash sees how the dark urge has risen to command armies and slaughter hundreds in the same way he outfoxed raphael and ruthlessly controls the people in his employ, and after earning and owning his reputation as a tyrant heres another person who might actually have like, a shared lived experience. not exactly a friend, because people like them can't afford to have friends, but someone who at least understands. and he willingly works with them on this plan to enslave the sword coast and agrees to share power with them.

and then orin lobotomizes them, puts a tadpole in their head, and leaves them for dead at moonrise.

like, can you imagine. youre working with the first person you see eye to eye with and prooooobably arent plotting to actively sabotage (or, at least would hesitate to do so) and the rug just gets yanked out from under them by their own sister, and now you're stuck with her because the plan still has to move along. and as the days go by a group of adventurers start to screw up your plot right when baldur's gate is within your grasp, and you learn that among them is your old almost-friend who you actually liked and respected - and they have no memory of you whatsoever. oh, and on top of that they're rolling with people you've actively fucked over and want to kick your ass.

did it hurt for him to learn this? did he ever think about how things could have been different? did he think, you were supposed to be my ally, my friend, someone who actually understands that becoming a monster is the only way to keep yourself safe and in control. we were going to rule together. and now you're ride or die with this squad of people you've only known for a few weeks at best, and you want me dead. you don't even remember me. you don't even remember yourself.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[tiny-planet-13]

you know what's absolutely fucked (besides my inability to say a single sentence without cursing) is that I think that somehow, however improbable or disgusting this truth is, riko's abuse is at least half the reason why jean is still alive right now. (please bear with me) and I mean still alive as in the reason why he hasn't killed himself yet rather than someone else doing it.

idk quite how to explain but like, we can acknowledge that the nest and the ravens was a cult, right? and it's quite obvious that the ravens have been essentially brainwashed in their own ways into believing that the whole situation is normal and that's just how life has to be for them to achieve their goals and dreams in the future. but they don't know about the extent of the abuse that riko was inflicting on Kevin and jean and also Neil for his brief stay. (whether they had suspicions is besides the point because I suppose if it didn't affect their futures then there was no reason to care)

so the fact that a lot of the ravens end up killing themselves after the nest has been dismantled in tsc is almost entirely because of the brainwashing and the reliance they had on that awful structure.

however

as we see in tsc jean is also battling with trying to adjust to normality again, but the fact that he is actively trying says everything. sure, he's angry at everyone and makes empty threats and all the rest of it, but the fact remains that he is still willing to embrace change and learn and reluctantly heal. especially once he's with the Trojans, we don't really see jean deliberately working against what is being offered to him. sure, he makes mistakes and he gets angry and he struggles to cope BUT!! I don't think he's doing any of that intentionally because of course he's going to slip up on occasion. you don't just live in a hideous abusive situation for 5 years and then magically escape from it unscathed.

(I promise I'm actually getting to my point soon I'm sorry)

the reason he can go on and try and understand that killing himself isn't an option is because he knew that what happened to him in the nest was wrong and bad and evil. and whilst he still says things like he deserved it, I don't think that overshadows his understanding that it was still wrong. so whilst the other ravens had all accepted that this cult was the correct way for them to get what they wanted, horrifically enough I think riko's abuse is what kept jean aware that it wasn't normal.

so in some backhanded absolutely twisted and sick way I think the difference between jean and the rest of the ravens (particularly those who killed themselves) is that the abuse was so real and tangible to jean that it shattered any reliance he could ever truly have on the nest and is at least in part the reason why him killing himself on the phone to Kevin would never be as plausible as him finally clinging to an opportunity and trying to heal..

[insane-weasel]

I think as writers we should hold funerals for our WIPs more often.

Dearly beloved, gather us here today where this fic of some middle-aged man getting rawdogged and this other fanfic about the importance of friendship are laid to rest, because the author got really distracted playing that new video game.

We celebrate what could have been, cut-and-recycle those really good lines or ideas, because I swear I'm going to use them, I swear! And drag this poor document not to the great recycling bin or trash, but to the "graveyard" folder because sometimes I like to commune with the dead.

[astrxealis]

dear gods i adore horror tbh but i am way too sensitive to it

[seaofsplitpeace]

Every fucking queer love story I consume completely ruins me

[tardis--dreams]

Girl you gotta write your term paper and not cry about your poor life choices

[gremlinhourz]

genuinely expecting to fail my first class in college!! and its like as much as i can get upset at myself for continuing the cycle of procrastination that ive been trying to break free from for years, i also feel like the reason im primarily upset is because i feel like im disappointing others and/or giving them a bad impression of me. like im not upset because i think i could have done more, im upset because i think other people will think i could have done more. when like honestly with school ive just developed an "it is what it is" attitude, like all i can do is try and try again, and if that means taking eng111, crashing and burning, but most importantly learning, then taking eng111 again, so fucking be it

[satorena]

༊*·˚ D!CK OFF LIMITS !?

bad ☆ summary. why won’t he let you suck his dīck?

warnings. explicit content. 18+. foul language. cunningulus. fīngerīng. premature ejacūlatīon. semi public sēx. usage of toys. facials. mirror sēx. dom/sub undertones. preestablished relationships. reader is a fiend for his dick. afab!reader. could be angsty at some point ? fwb to . . . lovers ? 7.4k words (kill me now).

rena's ☆ note. this idea came to me while i was drunk.

you wonder if gojo thinks you have gingivitis.

that thought was unlikely, as he was always eager to shove his tongue down your mouth, tongues sloshing and secreting saliva as his hands roamed between your thighs, knuckles deep into your cunt.

then maybe he assumed you were a biter— which would be highly hypocritical of him, as he’s known to get on his knees in the nearest bathroom stall and flip your skirt up, push your panties to the side and plunge his canines into the flesh of your ass before tongue fucking you.

well, maybe he simply didn’t get off on pleasing you— yeah you knew it wasn’t that one, if the way he thrusted his bulge in the air whenever your thighs wrapped around his head for relief every time he ate you out said anything.

you simply didn’t understand— what man would refuse receiving head after giving the nastiest of it?

your fingers clawed at a snowy pile of hair, back arched as you ground your hips into his mouth. he ate your pussy like a starved man, sloppy and coordinated, as his lips latched onto yours as if he’d die without your taste in his mouth

his tongue swiped up your juices as he lapped at your folds, dragging the top of his wet muscles against your core, nibbling at your puffy clit. gojo was on his knees, moaning like a slut in between your thighs as you used him to chase your orgasm.

“ngh, fuck— right there baby,” you mewled, toes curling as your back hit the cold wall of the bathroom stall. his hands gripped at your ass, caressing and squeezing the mounds to pull you in tighter than you’d already been. your mind felt hazy, so overcome with lust that you were ready to burst your dam down his throat. “oh m’ goddd, so fuckin’ close toruuu!”

“give it all t’me pretty baby,” his words come out muffled, only pulling away just slightly. his rosy lips are glossed your arousal and his saliva, a consistency so thick it connects a strand of fluid from your bottom lips to his own. his skin is blotched in lust, cerulean eyes dazed in awe. “cum in my mouth princess, needa taste you.”

your orgasm washes over you before you can even register it, a sensation so powerful you cry out as your dam erupts. splurges of your essence shoots from your cunt down to his mouth, and as you roll your eyes to the back of your skull, you notice so does he. his fingernails dig into the flesh of your skin, pinning you down as he humbly welcomes your cum.

“s’gooddd, shit toru!” you feel your bottom lip quivering, limbs twitching from overstimulation as he continues to ravish you. your groin tingles in heat, body weak as it succumbs to the pleasure gojo gives it. you feel weak, a feeling you’re never able to adapt to no matter how much he attempts to prepare you for it. “uhn uhn— too much, can’t take it!” your head shakes from side to side, nails clawing at his scalp as you attempt to push him away.

the pad of his fingers slip from your ass to snake in between your legs, spanking your wet pussy thrice to keep you in check, and your knees crumbles. gojo latches his lips at your clit once more, and you feel the world blackout. “stop that— fuckin’ take it baby. i know my good girl can take it.”

he leaves you no choice, eyes trailing upwards to land on your figure, the dip in your back so sinful that you feel as though both your bodies have merged into one. his tongue works so deep into you, it feels as though you’re both puzzle pieces that were made to connect to one another. your thighs are quivering around his head, and you feel your back slipping against the wall. shit.

“mmhm, nooo, ‘m gonna cum again!” you pout, tears built at your lash line now streaking down your cheeks. it’s all too much— the sensation so raw that you look for an escape. you want to push him off, to take a breather and regain your composure. but he’s looking at you with such expectations, eyes shimmering with eagerness as he lifts both your legs onto his shoulder for support.

he manhandles your body like it’s nothing— like you weigh nothing. your limp body now slides upwards, higher up in the air than you’d been a second ago. gojo rises to his full height and motorboats into your dripping cunt.

you wail out, head throw back against the stall as a desperate mouth gnaws at your folds. you’re sure he’s dripping from his mouth to his chin, a mixture of fluids so prominent that it dribbles down to the marble floor. “haaah, oh shit— baby, i can’t— fuck, y’eat my pussy sooo fuckin’ good!” the praises flow past your tongue so naturally, hands torn between pushing and pulling away from the painful pleasure. “nghhh, i— ‘m gonna— holy shit!”

your back hits the wall in waves of full body twitches, your cunt clamping down on his tongue as you weakly splurts drops of more cum. fat tears stain your cheeks, blood rushing hotly from head to toe, spraying gojo’s face in your essence.

“atta fuckin’ girl.” he groans into your pussy, almost more drunk on the taste of you than you are. he flicks his tongue up and down, dragging your orgasm as far as he can, completely enthralled by the desperate thrusts of your hips into his face. you’re smearing his face with your fluids, and from the fucked out look on your face— eyes crossed and tongue lolled out, he decides this might be the best way to go. “there we go— yeah baby, jus’ like that, mhmm.”

the timeline from your coming down to actually coming down to the floor is all blurry, but you’re barely able to stand on your two feet when you feel his hand cup at your chin tightly. his index finger raises your face to stare up at his, all moist from fluids and humidity but you don’t think he’s ever looked prettier.

his lips meet yours desperately, lips sloshing over one another as the taste of your cum now sits atop your taste pallets. his free hand snakes around your waist, holding you still as you lazily loop your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

he’s so good at it all— the nibbles of his teeth at your bottom lip making your legs go weak, stomach churning in more lust. he smells like a mixture of you and his expensive cologne— so satoru like, that you’re positive if this keeps going, you may blackout on the cold floor of this bathroom stall in the club.

he kisses you like he’s got something to prove, and eventually your lungs are filled with his provided oxygen, and you truly believe you’re going to pass out. you pull just slightly away, much to his disdain. he whines, tip of your noses just barely an inch away as you pant over his cupid’s bow. “fuck.”

“mmhm, that good?” gojo teases, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smirk you’re too familiar with. you don’t have it in you to flick his forehead.

instead, you opt with sighing. “that good.” your hands trail down his nape, nails grazing at the sensitive skin beneath his undercut, scratching and lightly pulling at his locks. he shudders at your touch, leaning forward to rest his sweat forehead against yours.

your touches lower from his shoulders down to his chest, grazing your fingers over his perky buds, teasing his nipples. he’s so touch starved, jaw slackened as he moans— breath warm as it fans your face. your hands begins to lower down to his hips, seductive touches that has him biting his lips, hips instinctively jerking to meet with your light grazing.

you keep steady eye contact with him as your hands finally land at his raging bulge. the material over his hard-on is damp in his pre cum, and it feels hot beneath your touch. with a slight tilt of your head, “lemme take care of you, toru.”

you can see him battling his own thoughts. his pupils widen in lust, orbs swimming in excitement as you palm his erection more precisely. he’s twitching beneath your cupped hand, humping against your palm as his throat erupts a desperate pant.

you wonder if today’s the day he’s finally going to let you see his dick— to let you swallow him whole and please him just as he does with you. you want to get on your knees and take him so far down your throat that tears build and you force gags back down. you’re sure he’s all pretty and pink, a length to match his abnormally tall height and girth ready to stretch your throat muscles.

but as always, just like the night before, he chuckles and shakes his head. he’s refusing you again, hands gripping at your waist to push you away from him.

“you know i can’t do that baby,” he sighs, a small smile appearing on his wet lips. you can tell he’s frustrated with himself, so unsure as the pad of his thumbs rub the bare skin of your waist. you jut your bottom lip in annoyance, although expecting his refusal. “maybe next time, yeah?”

you’re annoyed as you push him away, pushing your skirt back down so it falls down your ass. and you’re sure he notices too. you don’t object when he grabs the toilet paper from the stall to clean the left over mess between your thighs— though your arms do cross over the flimsy material of your tight top over your chest.

“mhm, sure.”

☆ ☆

about a week later, you’re on all fours on his annoyingly large king-sized bed, hands clawing at his sheets as you push your hips back into his fingers. he’s scissoring your cunt open, knuckles-deep in and every precise thrusts has you seeing stars.

“yesyesyes!” you nod your head feverishly, babbles slipping past your tongue and dribbling down the damp sheets beneath you. “oh m’god, feels sooo fuckin’ good, ngh!” there you sat naked and exposed, getting the life fucked out of you by his fingers alone, a length so impossible that you’re convinced his index and middle finger eventually bump your cervix with how deep he works himself into you.

gojo lands a few kisses at the back of your thighs, kneeled down at the edge of his bed as he twists his fingers into your cunt. he’s enamoured by the sloppiness of your tight pussy gripping at his digits so desperately, a squelching sound so harmonious it has him rubbing his own thighs against one another.

“face down, baby.” gojo commands, his free hand coming up to press at your lower back. you obey his order, pressing your cheek down against his sheets, arms silently thanking the man for the break of supporting your body up. you mewl when you feel him plunging his teeth into the soft skin of your ass, before running a wet tongue over the stinging pain. “there’s my good girl. heh, such an obedient lil’ thing.”

you lay pressed against his bed as you take his ruthless pounding, the tip of his fingers reaching the gummy spot that has stars dancing at the back of your eyelids. god, he always knew how to make a mess out of you— your body his temple, a book he’s dead over a million times and has learned to memorize.

“cute lil hole jus’ seems sooo enticing,” you feel the warmth of his breath fanning against your twitching rim, waves of warm air tickling the muscle. it doesn’t surprise you when you feel his wet tongue caressing your tight hole with light touches, just pushing slightly past unspoken boundaries. your stomach tightens the more relaxed he becomes, lapping from the bottom of your cunt up to your asshole, savouring you whole as he works himself into your clingy pussy.

“t-toru, oh yes baby— ‘m gonna cummm!” you whine, sobbing when your orgasm finally does catch up to you— as if he hadn’t already known. you walls clamp down on his fingers for dear life, folds twitching as they secrete your honeyed essence all over his hand and down to his sheets.

gojo never lets up, stringing along as he encourages you even further, “that’s it babyyyy, there we go.” drool slips past his kiss-bitten lips and down to your sopping wet cunt, tongue still working its way at the tightness of your forbidden hole. you look so fucking cute all shaken up, barely keeping yourself together as your moans echoes off his walls and fade into the stillness of the night.

he’s so fucking hard it hurts, but he’d take seeing you wrecked and ruined by his hands alone over the selfish tendencies of asking you to take care of him back. and he knew you’d known that already, if the way your body immediately lurches forward to melt into the sloth ess of silk sheets beneath you said anything.

you feel large hands grip at your thighs, trailing up before landing on your ass. he spreads apart your cheeks, sticky residue spreading your pussy lips with a sinful sound. you shiver, the cold breeze hitting your cunt a mix of overstimulated senses hitting at once.

he collects your liquids at the pad of his fingers, before wrapping his tongue around the digits. he nearly cums at your taste alone, “fuckkk, y’taste so fuckin’ sweet, princess.” and he pushes forward to drag his tongue along the evidence of your orgasm on your thighs, trailing up to the cleft of your ass and to your cunt, cleaning up after his mess.

you know better, and yet you still try anyway. with a shy tilt of your head, you look back to the starved man between your thighs and offer the prettiest smile you can, cheeks flushed in heat and lips glossed in saliva. “y’gonna let me take care of you yet?”

it doesn’t surprise you when he chuckles, releasing the fat of your cunt from his mouth with a nasty pop! to rise up to his full height, bending over your body to entrap yours within his arms. your back arches as you tilt your head backwards to meet his gaze, boobs pressed up together.

he stares at you with an unreadable expression, though the prominent dimple sitting in his cheek pops. “this was more than enough for me, ya little minx.”

☆ ☆

“if we get c-caught, i’ll fucking kill you.” you whisper, hands curling at the edge of his office desk. your eyes repeatedly darted towards the unlocked door, right before you, where anybody could walk into his office and see their boss on his knees for you during his lunch break, eating you out.

he pulls away with a dreamy sigh, a firm grip on your ass jiggling the cheek. “a man can’t enjoy his lunch in peace? not my fault ‘m starving.” there’s a filthy string of your essence and his saliva that connects from his lips to your lower ones.

“get real!” you hiss at him, despite the familiar feeling of heat licking at your limbs. “you asked me to bring your lunch and— ohhh!” your words soon die in your throat as your head rolls forward, and your bottom lip now tucked beneath your teeth. the warmth slide of his tongue at your clit has your nails scratching the surface of his desk, and your back curves into him.

“you worry too much,” gojo mumbles, before pressing a kiss to your pussy. he feels it throb against him, as he hums and runs the pad of his fingers against your messy folds. you shudder at the stimulation, your hips subconsciously grinding down on his fingers to follow his wavelength. with a smug smile, “see? at least yer pussy’s honest wimme— just lemme take care of her.”

“f-fucking bastard.” you grit through your teeth, though you make no objections. you could act high and mighty all you wanted, you never pushed him away whenever he offered to please you. it was almost like he solely got off on it— your pleasure alone. “i h-hate you.”

“love you too, princess.” he smirks, and you decide to brush off the tight squeeze at your heart at his words.

his tongue fucked into your hole yet again, and your eyes roll to the back of your skull. you really couldn’t get enough of this— of him. you’d repay him your gratitudes if he’d let you. you’d push him back, lay him down and suck his dick eagerly if only he’d let you. you wonder the length of his cock, if it curves, how flushed his tip must get or how much pre leaks from his slit. you want it so bad, and fuck if only he’d let you. but,

he doesn’t.

he gives and gives but never takes. he’ll call you and tells you he’s in dire need of eating you out— of making you cum, and the minute you return the same energy, he finds an excuse to walk away. you’re slowly losing your mind— you crave the taste of him on your tongue, to hear how whiney he sounds once his tip hits the back of your throat, or how pretty he’d look with his eyes rolled to the back of his skull and hips thrusting uncontrollably into your mouth.

“toruuu,” you whine, tilting your head back. tears build in your eyes as they accumulate at your lash line. your bottom lip juts, a soft pout resting on your lips as you flutter your lashes at the man behind you. even with a mouth full of your pussy, his eyes never lie. “c’mon, lemme return the— ngh, favour,” you feel a beat of a pause at your words, and you egg it on further. “i know you’re rock hard. . . you c-can put it in, i won’t, mmhm—mind.”

he swears he cums. he swears he feels his balls tighten and release hot and thick strings of cum in his slacks, briefs tainted white with shame. you were going to be the death of him— you and your doe eyes, glossy lips and perky ass. it grows sticky between his thighs, but his hips twitch as his throat erupts a guttural groan.

“you can’t just fucking say that,” gojo whines, nuzzling his nose into the cleft of your ass. he’s whimpering against your skin, breath warm and moist as his panting grows heavier by the second. you shake your hips against his face, batting your full lashes, and he groans even louder. “you have no idea what you do to me—fucking hell.”

“enlighten me then.” you reach your hand out to fluff his pile of damp hair. he instinctively leans into your touch, peppering kisses all over your skin. you’d never thought you’d have the gojo satoru on his knees for you, demanding you let him please you. “let me suck your dick toru, ‘m real good at it.”

his breath hitches in his throat and you’re positive you’ve finally got him. he’s going to cave in and sit on his office chair, pull his pants down and let you handle his mess. he’s going to realize he’s wasted plenty of time pushing the idea away the second you swallow his length whole and—

“i’m sure you are,” gojo speaks, but you can tell there’s a but following. you sigh, and he offers a sheepish smile in return. “but you know ‘m good here. just wanna make you feel good— your pleasure is mine, i promise. trust me on that, yeah?”

all arguments are thrown out the window the instant his lips latch back onto your sloppy ones.

☆ ☆

“uhn uhn. . . ‘s too muchhh!” you whine, squirming in his lap in attempts to run away. your clit ached almost painfully, repeatedly abused by the vibrations of the toy gojo had stimulating. the soft hums of the vibrator echoed in the room in harmony with your pleads, but gojo was a sadist and unfortunately you might’ve been a masochist. “c-can’t cum anymore!”

“aweee, but of course you can!” he kisses the sensitive skin on your neck, before nuzzling his nose into the crook. his legs spread wider to further open your shaky ones, and his free hand cups at your breast. “you pussying out on me, baby?”

no, you were not. “of c-course not,” you muster to glare at him through the reflection of the mirror before you both. piercing blue eyes never left your body for a second, drinking up every reaction you had to offer him. you nearly felt . . . shy at his gaze. “just hurts a little, fuckkk, you mean b-bitch.”

“mmhm.” gojo nods, fingers tweaking at the buds of your stiff nipples. he rolls the bud between his knuckles, drawing out broken moans out of you as the consistent buzz of the vibrator at your pussy doesn’t let up. he presses another kiss, at your temple, “you’re my good girl, i don’t expect otherwise.”

you bite your lip, cheeks flushing in what feels like embarrassment. him and his damn praises. he knows what he’s doing to you, rosy lips tugging into that smirk as his facial expression scream smug. you wish you could punch the bastard right in the face, but that thought is quickly gone when he pinches hard at your tits.

“shittt,” you mewl, grinding your hips down on his. you feel his bulge poking at your ass— so hard and prominent, proof of his arousal. his lap is drenched in your juices, evidence of multiple rounds seeping into the material of his sweatpants. “so fuckin’ good, hnng, you’re sooo fuckin’ good to me.” you raise an arm to grab at the base of his neck, threading your fingers through his soft locks.

you ooze sex appeal, everything you do and say so erotic, and gojo is easily your slave. “yeah?” he mumbles into your skin, though he looks at your reflection through snowy lashes. your back arches sinfully, ass pressed so snuggly against his lap and your pussy leaking buckets worth of cum. “tell me, what else am i?”

the vibrator attacking your clit has your left leg shaking uncontrollably, the knot in your stomach quickly tightening. you chew on your bottom lip, eyelids resting shut as you focus on spewing your next words, carefully selecting them. you can’t help the chuckle that reaches your mouth instead of a moan, “a bitch.”

“oh?” gojo cocks an eyebrow, another chuckle now audible despite it not coming from you. he drags the vibrator down your slippery folds and all the way back up to your clit, and you tighten your hold on his hair. “those weren’t supposed to be your next words, sweetheart.”

“y-you’re a bitch,” you continue regardless, and gojo can’t deny he’s attracted to you for your sheer audacity. he’s always been a fiend for a good challenge. “won’t even let me give you head— ngh, thought i was the one with a pussy.”

“you’re wounding my ego here,” gojo slides his hand from your tits and trail it all the way up to your mouth. he spreads your lips with two fingers, before hooking them at the corner of your mouth. “callin’ me a pussy? that’s a low blow, baby.”

you squint at him through the foggy mirror, applying pressure to the bulge poking at your ass. you smile when he groans into your ear, “you got a small dick or somethin’? gotta say— fuck, s-sure doesn’t feel like you do.” you throw your head back onto his shoulder, lips grazing over the shell of his ear, “should i check for myself? hnng, see if satoru owns a pussy?”

there’s a click in the air and suddenly the humming of the vibrator stops. finally. had you finally blown his fuse? ironically, your clit secretes more liquid as the idea of him finally pulling his pants off and dicking you down comes to mind. once his pride deflates, he does whatever he can to prove otherwise.

you’re sure you’ve got him.

“heh, you’ve got some nerve.” gojo snorts, and you don’t register how he’s manhandle you to the floor, hands holding your entire upper body steady as your thighs now wrap around his shoulders. the position has your back arched like a cat, and you raise your head up to watch him confusedly through the glass mirror.

two firm hands grip at your ass cheeks, spreading them apart as he licks his lips hungrily, “it’s lookin’ like you’ll never know.” he bares his fangs at you, and you sigh before he feasts again.

☆ ☆

it doesn’t feel right. none of it does. it’s nowhere remotely near cheating, and yet, as this man litters your neck and chest with loving kisses, you feel your stomach churning in guilt.

here he is, offering himself to you, willing to give you what you’d been deprived off since you’d started your arrangement with gojo— willing to rock your world, bump hips and coax an penetrative orgasm out of you— but all you could think about was how wrong this all felt.

though a pleasant smell, these sheets don’t smell like him. they don’t feel like him either. instead of wide cerulean eyes and untamed white hair is stern brown eyes and kept blonde hair. where should be blotches of red on flawless skin is stress lines infused skin.

you felt awful, burning touches trailing between your thighs instead of that electricity that had your stomach twisting with butterflies.

“is everything alright?” the man pulls away from your legs, and questions. he’s so kind, willing to ask how you’re feeling in the midst of it all, and all you can think about is gojo.

no, nothing’s fine. “yeah, i’m good.” you lie, offering a smile. you’re a good liar, and it seems he falls for your words as he proceeds, pushing your panties to the side and works his tongue into you.

his movements are calculated and measured, paying attention to all areas of your cunt. he eats you out good, there’s no denying so, has your toes curling and back arching off his mattress. you lower your hand to tighten his locks, but even that feels wrong— it’s not as fluffy as gojo’s. you think you feel hair gel between your knuckles.

your mind runs a mile an second, overwhelmed by the sole idea that you were offering your body to another man. gojo wasn’t yours— not in the slightest, and yet, as he sucked on your clit and gripped at your thighs, your chest felt unreasonably tight.

you couldn’t do this any longer.

“wait— wait, please stop.” you push his head away, bottom lip quivering. he pulls away instantly, a string of saliva connecting from his lips to your cunt. you feel sick at the confused look on his face. “i can’t— i can’t do this. i’m so sorry.”

the man stares at you for a moment, though never maliciously, and you feel like wanting to crawl into a hole. he nods his head, before pushing your panties back to where they belong, and pushes himself up. silence fills the air for a while, and you’re holding back tears. you’re not sure why, though.

“it’s gojo, isn’t it?” he asks, though he’s not posing a question. he knows, surely everybody knows that you belong to him in both body and soul, but this has only been a recently found discovery for you.

your silence speaks volumes, and the man nods once more.

“yeah, that’s what i thought too.”

☆ ☆

to say he was surprised was definitely an understatement. he wasn’t expecting you to show up at his place, despite already having given you a key to his apartment.

you barged through his bedroom door, a location you were already too familiar with and unknowingly had become so accustomed to. your chest is heaving as if you’d ran a marathon before showing up here, and he wants to kiss the pout off your lips. “pants off, now.”

gojo rises from his bed to stand at his full height, a surprised smile stretching onto his face. “woah, at least take me out on a date first! i’m not just some whore.” his hands comically rise up in surrender, and your frown deepens.

“why won’t you let me give you head?” you ask him before you can even process your choice of wording. when his brows jump to his hairline at your boldness, you feel your face warm in embarrassment. “i mean seriously— am i the problem?”

“what?” gojo blinks, taking quick strides towards your fuming self. he shakes his head feverishly, “no, that’s not it at all—”

“then why do you keep rejecting me?” you cut him off, crossing your arms over your chest. you probably look and sound desperate, but the truth is you were. the first few times could be deemed funny, but there’s so much rejection a girl can take before it starts to become an insecurity. “why do you keep pushing me away? am i that unattractive to you?”

you’d never seen him look so panicked in his life. had it been under any other circumstance, you woulda laughed at the way his pupils blew widely and how his hands started waving all over the place, “no! jesus, are you kidding me— have you seen yourself? what sane man would think that—”

“what sane man wouldn’t want sex?” you bite back, and he’s taken aback. you see it in the way the words in his mouth die down, the way his body stills just slightly, the way his arms drop to his sides. you continue, “what sane man wouldn’t want head? what sane man solely focuses on pleasing a woman and not himself—”

“hey,” gojo frowns. “any sane man would aim to please his partner first and foremost.”

“well usually sane men accept the favour when offered back to them!” you counter, and once more, gojo was cornered into the wall. he remained quiet, an ideaology uncharacteristic to a man like himself, and waited for you to get it off your chest.

“it’s just. . .” you sigh, licking your lips. and he watches you, intently. you’re almost too embarrassed to say it, but enough was enough. “i just don’t get it! i’m thinking it’s because i’m unattractive to you but—”

“i’ve literally came in my pants from eating you out.” he interrupts, raising an eyebrow. your face deadpans as does his. he’s dead serious too. oh that bastard, “multiple times, may i add. try again.”

“then it has to be you think i’m dirty.” you assume, and he tilts his head to the side with an expression that screams ‘seriously’. your annoyance builds up the more he looks at you like you’re crazy for him denying you of his pleasure. “i can assure you i’m clean— i’m not some fucking whore.”

“and i can assure you that thought has never once crossed my mind.” gojo snorts, body language now looser. his hands sit in the pockets of his sweats, a taunting smile on his lips. “what’s the next excuse?”

“oh that’s rich coming from you,” you sneer, poking your finger at his chest. he snorts again, and you feel like you’re about to lose your mind. “what else could it possibly be? you’re so fucking confusing, toru, i have no idea what goes on in your mind!”

“you, all the time.” gojo shrugs as if it’s the most obvious thing. he says it as if you asked him if the sky was blue or if grass was green. “you go through my mind all the time. it’s that simple, really.”

“stop the bullshit, satoru.” you frown, pinching the bridge of your nose. your head was starting to ache, and you’d come for closure on this torment, but of course he had to stretch it out.

“but i’m being so serious?” he tilts his head. “it really is just you. you don’t think i want your lips wrapped around my cock? to feel how tight your pussy would be around me? seriously?”

“then why don’t you let me?!” you sigh exasperatedly, throwing your arms in the air. you didn’t understand this at all— you were both on the same page here, so why didn’t he let you? was he ashamed or something?

he goes quiet again, and you’re contemplating on storming out of his room. you give him a few seconds to collect his thoughts, to decide on whether he wants to finally tell you the truth or find another plausible excuse that would have you drive back home.

there’s this look of embarrassment all over his face, his eyes unable to look at you. he scratches the corner of his mouth, lips tugging into a sheepish smile. “i’m. . . scared. kinda.”

you blink at him. “wait— are you a virgin?”

“no!” he immediately defends himself, and you raise an eyebrow at his sudden eagerness. he waves his hands around again to affirm his statement, “i’m not!”

“so. . . you’re a slut?” you ask instead, and he face palms himself. the nerve he had, to face palm himself when he’s giving you the faintest of clues. what were you supposed to understand from that alone?

“y/nnnn!” he drags out your name childishly, the skin of his cheeks flushed a bright pink. he hides his face in the palms of his hands, as if to cower himself away from this discussion. you think the sight is cute actually— a grown man shy about his sex life. how ironic.

“just spit it out.” you tut and he peels his hands away from his face. your eyes narrow as you wait on his answer, watching him fidget with his fingers and shy his gaze away from you. the wall at your side had to be so damn interesting if he couldn’t hold eye contact with you.

you sigh, “i promise i won’t make fun of you.”

your word alone seems to offer some sort of comfort. his lips part to speak, but it feels like an eternity and a half before words finally come out. “i. . . i don’t wanna embarrass myself in front of you.”

now you’re confused. “whadya mean?”

he grumbles, lips falling into that pout he does whenever he doesn’t get something done his way. there’s a crease in his brows, a frown so deep you’re worried you said something wrong.

“i didn’t want to give you the ick, okay?” gojo finally sputters, the blush on his cheeks now spreading down the base of his neck. he can feel his heartbeat thudding excessively loud against his rib cage, and his hands are starting to get moist.

woah, he must be really embarrassed. but about what? was he insecure about his penis?

“why would you give me the ick, toru?” you speak slowly, not wanting to scare him off. you take a step closer to him when you notice he took one back, resting a gentle hand on his bicep. your thumb rubs at his skin in what you hope is a soothing manner.

his eyes shift from the wall to your gentle touch. his bottom lip quivers and he takes in a big breath, before redirecting his gaze on you.

“because you’re you and i’m me!” he starts off, as if ready to confess everything. you take it as a good sign however. “it’s you we’re talking about— god, you’re so pretty and sexy and kind, and so attractive it fucking hurts— i’ve literally busted to your taste alone! i’m so fucking whipped it’s embarrassing. i literally think about you all the time— in bed, in the car, in the shower— i think about how good you smell and how sweet you taste and how addictive your smile is! all i have to do is think about you and i’m instantly hard— i’m like a fucking dog you trained!”

for once today, you’re left speechless.

“and- and,” he continues, “i had to master self-control. me, satoru gojo, had to learn to hold myself back. do you know how many times i’ve nearly folded? hm? how many times i almost caved in and damn near ripped your clothes off with my teeth? you’ve turned me into an animal! i’ve wanted you for an eternity, but i know myself— i wouldn’t last a second with my dick in your mouth! that’s what i’m scared of, i’m scared of embarrassing myself to you and you’ll run off or something and i’ll end up rotting and dying alone from embarrassment and—”

“okay, okay.” you hold a hand up to cut off his rant. he was starting to babble, and soon he would flow into an inescapable hole of self-wallowing. “i think i get it now.”

he’s breathing heavy, pupils blown wide. his lips are quivering and you can tell he’s really anxious of your answer. you’d never seen him so shaken, as if your next words would make or break his entire world.

well, here goes nothing. “i hooked up with another man.” you think you heart his heart shatter in his chest. his face goes slack as does his body, and he immediately reverts his eyes away from yours.

“oh.”

you realize you could’ve started a bit differently. “it didn’t really go far, because i was so preoccupied thinking about you.” you sigh shakily. “everything felt wrong, even when i tried convincing myself it wasn’t, but i couldn’t help but think of you, even with another man around.”

gojo remains quiet, and you’re not even sure where you’re going with this. what are these feelings you’re feeling?

“listen, i don’t know what that guilt was but i know i never want to feel it again.” your hand proceeds to run at his skin. he hasn’t pushed you off yet, so you’re hoping it’s working. “this whole time i was thinking i was unappealing to you, and you’re afraid of flattering me?”

gojo shoots his head up at that, “flattering you?”

you snort, loving the dumb look on his face. he didn’t have a fucking clue, did he? “do you have any idea what that would do to my ego? knowing i was able to make you nut off of head alone?”

“heyyy, don’t go using it against me!” he whines, pouting. “’s your fault anyway— how is somebody that perfect? i don’t get it, you’re genuinely unreal. i almost don’t like it.”

well he surely knew a way around with his words. you giggle, sliding the hand around his bicep up to the back of his neck. your other arm mimics, as your fingers card through his undercut. you can feel him shuddering beneath your touch, and he instinctively cups at your waist.

“now that i know your reasoning, i’m not gonna pressure you into anything you don’t wanna do.” you stare him up through your lashes. you weren’t sure how you didn’t see it before, but now they everything is clear, you swear you see hearts swimming in his orbs. cute. “but, you wouldn’t scare me off, toru. i can’t believe i’m saying this but i might be stuck with you— you say you’re a trained dog, then what does that make me? thought about you while another man ate me out.”

he frowns at that. oops. “he wasn’t better than me. . . was he?”

“never.” you shake your head, and feel the way his shoulders sag in relief. “and if it makes you feel better, we didn’t kiss and i never gave him a blowjob.”

he’s still pouting, but his nose scrunches in the way he does when he wants you to drown him with attention. when had you start noticing these details? “it does. . . i guess.”

“toruuu, you have to forgive me.” it’s your turn to pout, nails scraping at his scalp as your lashes flutter. you rise to the tip of your toes to plant a soft kiss on his lips— lustless. there’s a soft smack that separates both your pair of mouths, and you see the corner of his mouth threaten to twitch into a smile. his hold on your waist tightens and pulls you in closer. “want me to show you just how sorry am i?”

“mhm,” he mumbles, eyes stuck on the plumpness of your lips. he wants them back on his, and that’s exactly what he does, leaning forward to seal another chaste kiss. when he does pull away, it’s just slightly, tips of your noses still grazing one another. he bumps noses with yours, “prove it t’me.”

your cheeks feel like they’ll split with how widely you’re smiling, but that ends as soon as it came, when he lunges forward to kiss you again.

his jaw slacks as he ravishes your lips, tongues sloshing as he releases pretty moans into your mouth. you fed him everywhere— his tongue dancing at the roof of your mouth, his hands caressing your ass, the rhythm of his heartbeat through his chest vibrating against your own.

you walk forwards, lips never leaving his, as his steps move backwards. he tastes as sweet as always, a faint cherry flavour resting on his taste buds. soon enough he’s laid on his back on his own bed with you hovering him, your thighs resting at his sides. his hands grip at the meat on your legs.

“‘m gonna make you feel so good,” you pull away from his lips and trail your hand down his torso, all the way to his briefs’ waistband. “you’ve never had anything like it.” surely enough, he’s harder than he’s ever been, the outline of his cock seeping through the material of his pants. your hand slides lower to cup at the bulge, feeling up on his dick through your fingers, and he whines into your mouth, hips thrusting up into your touch.

“p-please, i’m— oh fuckkk,” he begs, moans croaking out of his throat as you slip your hand into his underwear. your touches are light, wanting to tease him as you collect endless beads of pre cum at the tip of your fingers. his hips never cease to buck into your palm, desperate for more.

“enough waiting, hm?” you tug down at his undergarments, and immediately get slapped in the face. his dick is nothing to scoff at— you’d only seen and felt it through the material of his pants, but now that it was bare and right before your eyes? his length had nothing on your imagination. with a pretty pink mushroom tip, vein throbbing on the underside, heavy balls and a cute curve to the left, his dick undoubtedly had your mouth watering.

he’s twitching sans cease, as if it had a mind of its own.

“can’t believe you were holding out me, toru,” you lick your lips, laying flat on your own stomach, between his legs. he’s pushed up on his elbows, watching as you stroke his cock languidly. “you’re so mean.” your fists tightens at the top of his cock, thumb rubbing at his oozing slit, before loosening your hold as you lower to the base.

he gulps, hands scrunching at the duvets beneath him. you’re giving him these eyes, and your fleeting touches on his dick will surely have him lose his mind. “stop teasing meee, i’ll—nghh!” you kiss the tip of his cock,

and in the blink of an eye, he cums. your eyes shut as ropes of hot, white cum shoot at your face, from all different kinds of directions. he cums, and it’s a lot. it almost feels never ending, as does his cries. his back arches and his hips hump the air, cock twitching uncontrollably as it erupts.

“oh nooo— shit, ngh, fuck— can’t help it!” veins bulge in his forearm with how intensely he’s gripping onto the covers. you think it’s rather adorable, how easily overwhelmed he gets.

it takes a lifetime for his high to come down. and through it all, you’re pumping at his cock, milking him for what he has to offer. silently of course, you’re not even sure he’d be able to hear anything you have to say with how vocal he is.

when it all becomes too much, he starts shivering from oversensitivity, and his cock jumps weakly. you pull your hand away, and his dick falls onto his lower stomach. he’s breathing heavily, head thrown back as you clean the cum off your face. you pop a finger in your mouth, he tastes sweet. “hm.”

“just,” gojo pauses, taking another deep breath in. the ceiling must be real interesting for him. “just go on with it. but don’t say i didn’t tell you so.”

you smirk, now popping the finger out of your mouth with a wet plop! “you really weren’t kidding.”

hmm can anybody guess who the “mystery man” you hooked up with is ? 🌚

[savanir]

The What Corps?

“we have you now spook! there is nowhere you can run and hide with our new spectral tethers active!”

Danny winces at the small metal clips that have hooked themselves in his leg, some new GIW tech that is messing with his powers.

“oh yeah? I was just dying for you guys to give me a challenge” plan. plan. He's gotta think of a plan to get out of here and fast. He takes a steadying breath and starts to look for anything that can help him.

he can’t get caught here. He just can't. He simply won’t allow himself.

suddenly the two GIW goons in front of him click their earpieces to clearly listen to what someone else is telling them, Danny is very glad for his own enhanced senses.

“Operatives K and O, be advised, there have been sightings of a new ectoplasmic entity near your location. Other operatives report that it’s incredibly small and moves fast. watch your backs, this may be an ambush”

small and fast? it better not be some poor little blob ghost, Danny sort of hopes it’s some manner of ectowasp, at least that could be entertaining to see.

“you better not be hoping for back up, ecto scum”

“I have no idea what you are talking about”

It's then that a small bright green light zips on scene and weaves through crowds in the distance with ease and then speeds up towards the two operatives who do not hesitate to shoot, missing completely like the storm troopers they are.

Whatever it is, it is indeed going very fast but Danny manages to figure out what it looks like and it appears to be a… ring?

“hold it you tiny accessory shaped ecto fiend!”

The ring does a speedy circle around Operative O while K is lining up a shot and ends up blasting the poor guy point blank in his face, “O!”

Danny takes a step forward with an arm outstretched and a “oh damn! Are you alright?” on his lips when the ring takes the chance to slip on his finger. “Daniel Fenton of Earth”

Danny already had a freakout about a ghost jewelry getting on him, his experiences with those so far have been incredibly bad after all, what with the rings and crowns and pendants… now this damn thing is just straight up outing him! 

Thank the ancients the two GIW stooges are too busy with each other right now to pay close attention to what this weird ring is saying.

“You have the ability to overcome great fear” ah so this is related to him steeling himself just now? Maybe? or something??

You have been chosen” never good, we are back to freaking out again.

“Welcome to the green lantern corps” 

… the what?

Danny notices that his usual outfit suddenly has more green going on, and his DP symbol has some sort of… he guess it’s supposed to be a lantern, maybe? shape around it.

He’s somehow even more glowy now, and there is something on his face. Feeling its shape makes him think it’s some sort of mask.

The metal clip things are no longer attached to his legs though so that’s great!

“You’re not getting away so easily ecto scum! sentient ghost paraphernalia coming to your rescue or no!” They both aim their weapons to take a shot.

Danny figures he can now easily hold them back with his usual shields,“you guys realize you just called this weird ring sentient and thereby negate the whole nonsentie-ack!”

“Attacking a corps lantern is punishable offense as of the instatement of the galactic diplomatic immunity as declared by the-” Okay so now Danny is just raising his eyebrow at this weird as fuck ring. Just what is it going on about?

“notifying nearby lanterns and requesting assistance with apprehension of hostiles”

what?

“getting your friends to help you out vile spook? such a thing is useless with the Blackout still very much in place”

Well… the two streaks of green light in the distance is making Danny doubt that statement.

Maybe there is more to this Lantern corps thing than he thought… And something tells him his life is about to get even more complicated than it already is.