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Against the Odd Pt. 19

I was going to wait to post this, but I'm bored at work (literally where I wrote this whole chapter, I really just be sitting here all day) and decided fuck it we ball. This one is mostly a gap builder for the start of the trilogy. We all needed a break from constant pain. Enjoy!

XIX: It’s Tactless, It’s a Test

It took me a year to really understand and forgive what happened with Burdock.

I never really blamed Haymitch, if I was being honest. I mostly blamed myself. Put in my husband’s shoes, I would have done the same thing.

Besides, it was my body that betrayed me. My womb couldn't carry a child. If things were different, if I wasn’t so broken, maybe in some way Burdock would still be alive.

Haymitch drank more after his passing, and I spent more time trying my best to make sure Katniss and Prim didn’t struggle too much. I owed them more, the fear that one day the girls might find out the cause of the mining accident kept me up more nights that I’d like to admit. Burdock's death took a heavy toll on Astrid, breaking something quintessential inside of her. She went comatose, refusing to do anything but sit in bed and stare. The small amount the Everdeen’s got from his death was hardly enough to sustain the kids for a few months, let alone a full year. With barely any income, Katniss resorted to using the skills her father gave her to hunt game, selling and trading at the Hob.

Every week when food was dropped off in Victor’s Village, I took half and put it aside, cooking meals for the girls. Katniss could hunt like her father, but she wasn’t the best at putting it all together into a meal. She’d gotten especially good after meeting Hazelle’s son, Gale, who taught her more about setting traps and checking them.

It took about 6 months for someone in the Capitol to notice that we were going through our food faster than usual. After that we got less and less, enough for two people and no more or less.

I would go to the Hob with her when she traded, picking up liquor for Haymitch and shooting daggers when people would try and pull a fast one on Katniss. Eventually it came time for her to take out tesserae, which would have made her father turn in his grave.

I walked her to her first reaping, holding her and Prim close to my side while Astrid followed behind, head down and face blank. I left a kiss on Katniss’s head, reassuring her as best I could before leading her mother and sister to the viewers section. I held Prim tight to me and gripped Astrid’s hand as they called out the tributes, heaving a sigh of relief that Katniss wasn’t chosen.

Haymitch chose to distance himself completely from the Everdeen’s, refusing to ask about them when I returned from my daily check in’s. I would just sigh, handing him another glass of alcohol and collapsing into his side, letting him pull my legs over his lap while he took long sips. I held the girls closer than ever, arguing that if they were as near to me as possible, it would be harder for Snow to get them alone and hurt them.

We didn’t make much small talk anymore, letting silence overtake us. It wasn’t uncomfortable, and there wasn’t animosity behind it, we just didn’t have much to say. The constant fear and deaths had taken their toll, leaving both of us numb and flayed open. We still found each other in gentle touches, sweet kisses and featherlight hands.

More times than not, when the pain got too much, we’d find ourselves tumbling into bed, soft touches breathing enough life in the both of us to stabilize the loss we’d endured.

I still loved Haymitch, that would never change. He was my world, along with the girls. If I didn’t love him as fiercely as I did, I would have joined the others to their graves years ago. I knew if I was gone, he would completely go off the deep end, and I would never let that happen.

It took the arrival and subsequent winner of the 70th games to throw Snow onto our tracks again.

Annie Cresta, a wide eyed girl from District 4, would be the beginning of the end for us.

We had received the letter a few months after she won. Haymitch had been given a fair warning from Mags the last time we were in the Capitol for her Victory Tour party. Annie had gone off the deep end, madness setting in and twisting her mind. She wasn’t satisfying Capitol citizens, none of them wanting a girl five seconds away from combusting in their bed. Finnick had tried everything to pick up her slack, but they had grown slightly tired of him, needing something new to look at. The winners before between Annie and Finnick had all been careers, which while beautiful to look at, gave the same depth everytime. The people wanted someone with an edge, someone different from the usual overly primed tributes.

So the next best choice was us.

We were already required to do annual check in’s with Cesar, the Capitol fawning over our great love story, ignoring the hurt that was permanently etched into our eyes. Finally, with extreme protest from Haymitch that I attempted to quell, the train came for me. He thrashed against peacekeepers, screaming my name until his throat went horse as Effie guided me to my room, promising my husband that she would not let me leave her sight while I was there.

Effie was a lot of things, but a liar wasn’t one of them. She stood beside me as they wheeled me into the surgical room, and she was there when I woke up, calling nurses for morphling and making sure ice chips were at the ready.

“They said it wasn’t as bad as they expected, especially for someone that was so young, and without access to proper medical procedures. There was some scar tissue they cleared out, among other things, but they are confident you will be healthy enough to have more children.” Effie explained, grinning and petting my head. I tried to hold back tears, a few escaping and slipping down my face silently. She must have thought they were from joy, rather than the absolute dread that hit my stomach.

I was hauled back to Haymitch within the day, keeled over in pain as he met us at the train station. Within seconds of seeing me, he was wrapping an arm around my back and under my knee, carrying me back to our home without another word to Effie.

He had set me in the bed as gently as possible, running his hands through his hair as he paced back and forth like a mother hen. Every groan from me had him running downstairs, fetching tea, crackers, soup and morphling.

A few days after, still in a haze of drugs, he’d leaned in and shed a few tears.

“My brave girl, what have they done to you?” He’d whispered, sobs barely contained. I could barely answer him, instead squeezing his hand to try and bring him comfort.

“You don’t deserve this life, caring for a drunk and two broken kids who lost their father. You should never have had to deal with this absolute shit hand you were dealt. I sure as hell don’t deserve you– and I’m so fucking selfish for loving you like I do… needing you like I do. I’ve failed you, brought you straight into my fucked up world and asked you to stay. Any apology I give you will never be enough.” My chest tightened as I listened to him, his voice so broken, so full of grief it threatened to turn him inside out.

I had just squeezed harder, attempting to speak.

“I– I lo— I love you.” Was all I managed to get out, which seemed to soothe his cries, if only for a second.

Things became settled between us after that. Haymitch managed to put the drink down for an hour longer than usual, choosing to use that time instead to make love to me. A baby announcement was expected, and by winter of that year, it had arrived.

Haymitch and I were hauled to live in our apartment at the Capitol the moment a positive pregnancy test reached President Snow’s desk. It was January, which meant that for the first time I would be in the Capitol with my husband for the reaping and games.

Haymitch, of course, did not let me leave our apartment unless he was glued to my side.

The pinpad was locked to everyone but us, leaving me with hours of watching shitty movies while he met with the tributes, attended events, and sat in the common room with the rest of the mentors while the cannons went off.

District 12 was out of the running within minutes, and Haymitch was right back up to coddle me.

He was a doting husband, which seemed to leave a pang in my chest for all I had missed out on when pregnant with Wiley. He made sure to get whatever I was craving, rubbed my back and feet three times a day, took me on walks, and held me close whenever my emotions got the better of me, intently listening to all my fears.

“What if they are reaped?

“What if I almost bleed out again?”

“How can I be a good mother if I couldn’t even protect my first child? How could Wiley ever forgive me for having another?”

He shushed me through it all, validating my fears while also reminding me he was here to bear them with me.

“If they’re reaped, I will do everything I can to bring them back. I’ll bribe a gamemaker, offer my head on a silver platter to sponsors. They’ll make it out.”

“We are in the Capitol, the epicenter of medical advancements. No one will let you bleed out. They’ll give you good drugs, and when you wake up you’ll be perfectly fine, and I’ll be right beside you holding your hand.”

“You are the best mother, not only were you the greatest mother to Wiley, but look how well you care for Katniss and Prim. Wiley was young, but he was smarter than we give him credit for. He knew you did the best with what you could, Y/N, and he adored you for it. He’s watching over his sibling, and he’s going to make sure they’re okay.”

Our girl was born in the fall, our sweet Twyla.

She resembled Haymitch the most, facial features a mirror to his. The only thing she shared with me was my hair color, soft tufts already coming in, taking on the shape of her father’s waves. They’d cut her out of me, not willing to risk another hemorrhaging situation. I begged for Haymitch to be present, which was allowed, though not without protest from the nurses. In 12, the fathers were often not able to be present due to work, but if by some chance they were home, it was expected that they stay firmly seated next to their wives, offering as much support as possible.

It seems that was not the case in the Capitol.

Haymitch had chosen her name while I slept, something I told him I’d prefer. Twyla was gentle, like the lull of our cigarettes under the stars. It was kind and sweet, sparkling in the darkness of the night. It was completely our little girl.

I woke up from surgery to find him rocking her in his arms, unable to tear his eyes away from her sleeping face. For a man who’d never wanted children, he was completely wrapped around her finger from the moment she took her first cry.

We headed back three nights later, coming home to an elaborate crib carved in the shape of a swan, bright pink walls with confetti and balloons. Effie Trinket and her prep team had put things together while we were gone, brimming with excitement to show us the horror of our daughter’s bedroom.

The moment she left, I looked at Haymitch, Twyla sleeping in my arms.

“Go to the hob and do whatever you can to find purple paint.”

He laughed, something I felt like I hadn’t heard in years, before whisking away and spending most of the day bartering through can after can until he found the perfect shade of violet.

We repainted, even going so far as to add white stars in certain places, making the bedroom into a night sky, the swan rocking our girl to sleep.

Twyla grew with the cameras in her face as minimally as possible. She was the darling child of the Capitol, but she was still kept as private as we could possibly keep her. They would never know the true date she took her first step, what foods she liked or didn’t like, her favorite stuffed animal or the time of night she woke screaming for someone to hold her.

She turned 3 the year Katniss turned 16, the year Prim turned 12.

Both girls had met Twyla, played with her in my old house while I patched up their clothes. Haymitch wanted her to have minimal time with other people, begging me not to bring her to the hob when I went.

“Haymitch, we can’t just keep her captive here all her life. She needs to experience life, other people.”

He shook his head, arms across his chest, peering down into the crib.

“She meets enough people when Cesar shoves that goddamn camera in her face.” He grumbled. I placed a hand on his shoulder, soothing circles traced with my finger.

“Baby, normal people. People like you and I.” He rolled his eyes, giving me a pointed stare.

“Ain’t no one like us, sweetpea. What we’ve been through, no one else has had the pleasure.” It was my turn to grumble at him, rolling my own eyes back.

If there was one thing we couldn’t argue about, it was Twyla’s attendance at the reaping.

I’d made a stack cake for Haymitch the night before, putting it in the fridge to take out that morning. Twyla had cooed and giggled, swiping the frosting and stealing a lick with her grubby toddler hands. She was bolder than Wiley had been, which made my heart clench so tight it knocked the wind out of me.

I missed my boy everyday of my life, but especially while watching my girl grow up.

Haymitch sleepily entered the kitchen, a grin breaking out on his face at Twyla’s greeting.

“Papa! Papa look!” her smile was mostly gums, pointing rapidly at the cake. He scooped her up, holding her close and bouncing her in his arms.

“That for me, baby doll?” he grinned at her, tickling her tummy and causing a fit of squeals.

I brought the cake to the table, setting it down and pulling Haymitch and Twyla to my side, pressing a kiss to his cheek, then hers.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

We’d gotten better about celebrating it over the last two years, Haymitch wanting to connote reaping day to happier memories while he still could. She was emotionally intune, sensitive to when either of her parents were feeling particularly broken. She’d make grabby hands at us when we stared too long away from her, caught in a web of memories. Our baby had made it a habit to plant her hands on our cheeks, peering into our eyes before flopping her head straight into our chests, nuzzling in with soft breaths against our skin.

We all ate a slice of cake before getting ready to head to the square. Haymitch would have to go onstage, and I would take Twyla with me to pick up Prim, Katniss and Astrid. We parted ways, a chaste but sweet kiss shared between us, a promise that we would say goodbyes before he left for the Capitol later.

I met the Everdeen’s at their house, Prim fiddling with her dress while Katniss chased her, trying to get her to “tuck in that tail, little duck.”

Astrid lit up at the sight of Twyla, reaching out for her. She’d been gradually doing better, but still was nowhere near where she was before Burdock had passed. My girl giggled at her, playing with a strand of blonde hair.

I took Prim and Katniss’s hand, squeezing tight and giving them a tight smile. Katniss and I had talked Prim through what to expect on reaping day, preparing her for what it was like to be in the pool of prospective tributes.

“Let’s get this over with, shall we? Afterwards, we can sneak some of Haymitch’s cake for dinner.” I said, watching my girls sneak a smile to each other, Katniss’s eyes grateful as we headed to the dreaded square.

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Chapter Six: HOUSE OF BALLOONS: Satoru returns home and you try to adjust to life with him again as he tries to gain acceptance from you and your circle of friends as you finally get an explanation as to why he left you.

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It’s like a Mexican standoff, but instead of guns being drawn, everyone’s just looking around at each other trying to figure out who’s going to make the first move. But that doesn’t make it feel any less intense.

You feel like the elementary school sister who has two senior year of high school brothers ready to defend you from the neighborhood bully. It’s sweet, but you have absolutely no idea how to handle this situation.

Your brain is just going in circles. You don’t want to talk because you don’t want to end up in an argument. However, you have questions that you want answers to, but you don’t know if you’re in the right state of mind to not get too upset. You know your two companions, or guard dogs, as you should probably start calling them, are probably ready for all the shenanigans.

Choso decides to break the silence first and ask the question that you know Suguru is thinking as well, “what are you doing here?“

“I wanted to come home to my wife,” is all Satoru responds with and if you’re being honest, it does make your heart flutter a bit.

“You don’t even sound like you believe that,” okay, so Choso woke up today and chose violence, clearly.

“I do believe it, I just…“ Satoru starts to respond before getting cut off.

“Just what?”

Oh my goodness. This is so fucking uncomfortable. Someone please make it stop. Literally anyone. You don’t even care if the Kool-Aid man burst through the wall like this is a family guy sketch at this point.

“This is an awkward situation okay,” well, Satoru isn’t wrong about that. This is the most uncomfortable. You’ve been in a while. “I just wanted to come home and try to make things work.“

“Are you really going to try? Or did you just get in a fight with your girlfriend and needed a place to stay for the night?“ Oh fuck please make this stop because everything is so tense.

“She wasn’t my girlfriend. She was just a friend who helped me out. And yes, there was a bit of a fight. But I don’t look at this as temporary. I’m here because I wanna be here and I have every intention of staying.“ There was no shaking in his voice compared to when he first got here and you’re starting to believe him.

Choso turns to look at you to see if there’s any signs of discomfort or anything. But you just nod to indicate that you’re okay with seeing how this situation plays out.

“Well, welcome home then,” Suguru adds to try to diffuse the situation. “Did you bring anything with you?“

“Oh yeah, just that bag you brought me.“

“I’ll show you… To where… You’re gonna be… Yeah.” You’re struggling to even form a basic sentence right now. But you’re also trying to figure out how you’re gonna tell him that he is 100% absolutely staying in the guest bedroom until you guys work out these kinks. Guess you’ll just tell him when you actually get to said room.

You walk with him back to the front door so he can retrieve his bag and leave your friends behind to chitchat a little bit about how fucking crazy this situation is. You lead him down the hallway and start pointing out various rooms with the most bare minimum descriptions possible for the time being

“That’s your office. That’s an additional bathroom.” He just follows along as you point stuff out without even stopping. “I’ll give you the full tour tomorrow. It’s just been a long day.”

“That’s fine. I totally understand.”

Good. Now here’s the uncomfortable part. “That’s the bedroom that we share, but I would like it if you stayed in the guest bedroom at least for tonight. It’s just a little fast at the moment.”

“I completely understand.” He nods and seems to accept that pretty well which makes you feel better.

You walk a little more and then point out another bedroom. “That’s the guest bedroom, it has a tv and a bathroom and everything so you don’t have to wander about to find what you want. You can, obviously. But this offers you some privacy so that you can get comfortable.” You open the door and allow him to walk inside. “If you see random stuff in here like clothes and whatnot, it’s probably Suguru’s and I can have him move it out of the way.”

“It’s fine. I don’t wanna cause any trouble.” He sets his bag on the bed and starts to unpack everything.

You watch as he starts laying different things out on the bed and your anxiety immediately spikes when he puts the box of letters on it as well. You know what’s in those letters and you’re incredibly curious to know if he’s read any of them.

“It’s no trouble,” you assure him. “If you need anything, just let me know. You can have whatever you want in the refrigerator, you don’t have to ask. If we run out of something or you need something, you can just write it on the whiteboard.”

“Okay, sounds good. I’ll try not to bother you too much though.” He seems more nervous to talk to you now then when he felt it was his first time meeting you in the hospital and it’s fucking weird.

The both of you just stand there in an awkward silence for what feels like an eternity. You don’t want to create any conflict now that he just got back, but you have to address something that’s been gnawing at your brain since he got here.

“Mei’s not allowed over here,” is how you decide to start the conversation that you really don’t want to have. “If you’re going to have a relationship with her, this is a temporary place for you to stay and she’s not allowed over.” You make sure to infuse those words with the hate you feel towards the situation because you don’t want him to think that this is some light-hearted situation where they get into a lover’s spat and he just sleeps on your couch until they inevitably get back together.

“I have no intention of even remaining in contact with her, let alone going back to her. That’s over,” he pauses before continuing. “Also, that relationship wasn’t what everyone probably thought it was.”

“Oh? What did we think that it was?” You can’t help but ask because hey, he brought that part up.

“We weren’t romantic. She was just helping me out when I was in a tough spot.”

You find it hard to believe that she would be so territorial over a man who she wasn’t dating or sleeping with, but whatever. “Let’s save that talk for another day because it’s kind of late tonight. I just wanted you to know how I felt regarding that.”

“Okay. I just want you to know that there’s nothing between me and her and there never will be. I came back for you and to make things work between us, no matter how long it takes.” His words are nice, but you’ll wait to see if his actions back them up.

“Alright. Well, I’m gonna head back out there for a bit before going to bed. So I guess, I’ll see you a little later.”

You quickly make your way to the door and when you step out, you see Choso and Suguru hauling ass back to the livingroom. They must have just started going back when you said you were coming out and eavesdropping the entire time. You want to judge, but you can’t because you’d do the same thing.

Once you get back to the living room, you see Thing #1 and Thing #2 sitting on the couch trying to act like they weren’t doing what they were doing even though they’re literally in opposite spots.

“You silly kids couldn’t even remember to get in your original spots?” You can’t help but laugh because it’s just so unnecessary to hide this. They knew you were going to come out here and tell them everything anyway.

“Sorry,” is all Choso says.

“It’s fine. So, you guys heard everything?” You ask while taking a seat on the couch in between them.

“How do you feel? You want me to throw him out?” You appreciate how fast Suguru is willing to go to bat for you.

“Thank you, but I’ll wait to see how things go first.” You decide to sink into the couch because you don’t know what else to say. You didn’t think Satoru would ever come home so you didn’t mentally prepare for how to handle this.

“I bet it was awkward as fuck for him to walk into a home that still has all his welcome home decorations hanging everywhere.”

Even though they’re everywhere, you completely forgot about that. You begged your friends to leave everything because the cleaning would give you something to do. But, you haven’t gotten around to it because you wanted to have a peaceful couple of days. But Suguru is right, there’s literally still banners, balloons, signs, etc everywhere. Even his cake is still in the refrigerator, untouched.

“Hmmm. Probably. Sucks for him then,” is all you can say because honestly, you hope he does feel a little bad at seeing everything. You hate that you feel that way, but you do. You don’t want him miserable, but you do want him to see what he’s missing and the hurt that he’s caused by making the choice that he did.

“Choso,” he turns to you when you mention his name, “will you still stay the night?” You didn’t think that would be what potentially caused you to cry tonight, but it is.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” He looks completely befuddled by your question.

“Well… I know that you were only staying here because Satoru was gone and now that he was back, I assumed that you’d be leaving tonight.”

He grabs your hand to try to calm you down, “I’m not leaving you until you ask me to. I’ll stay for as long as you want and you don’t have to worry about me leaving. I know that he’s back, but he’s not really home.”

Good point.

That causes the tears to stop so you take the opportunity to ask a question that you already know the answer to, “would you guys hate me if I went to bed?”

“No.”

“Obviously not.”

You thank them and then go to your bedroom. Now that Satoru’s back, it feels like a completely different room even though he hasn’t been in it and he’s not staying in here with you. If things work themselves out, eventually he’ll be back in here, but it just feels like it’s no longer his place. Choso has practically moved in to always stay by your side and it feels like more of his room than Satoru’s at this point.

“Life is so fucking confusing,” you say to yourself getting comfortable in bed. You felt like your heart was starting the healing process and now all of that has been thrown out the window.

And now it’s time for you to make a decision. Do you allow him to stay and the two of you work on your relationship? Or do you tell him that you’ll help him out until he gets on his feet but that you’re too hurt to figure things out? Is it fair to feel that way? Is it fair to place so much blame on someone who didn’t even know what they were doing?

Before you can spiral for too much longer, your phone goes off and you immediately recognize the sound as Satoru’s text tone.

Satoru: Thank you for letting me come home. I really want this to go back to where it was and I wanna make everything up to you.

Satoru: I know this may be hard for you to believe, but I really missed you.

Even though you don’t want to be rude, you choose not to respond. Honestly, you don’t know what to say and you’d rather ignore it and go to bed instead of being up all night texting back and forth. You decide to just put your phone on the charger and lay down for bed.

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It’s the first day that you’ve woken up with Satoru in the home since before he went missing and you’re not as ecstatic as you thought you’d be, you’re more confused than anything.

This morning, you weren’t feeling too great. Not in a physical way, but more a mental way. You don’t usually do full hair and makeup to walk around the house, but you decide to do it today. You just wanted to look in the mirror and see a glow, even if it’s from highlighter, instead of bags from lack of sleep or red eyes from crying. You even put on your sheer, black robe, that’s covered in bats so that you can feel dramatic and glamorous and you walk around.

You leave your bedroom and make your way straight into the kitchen to find something to start the day with. There’s nothing that you want more than a Red Bull, but unfortunately you have to protect this little being growing inside of you and you’ll still have to sacrifice that for a little while. You decide to settle for making waffles and topping them off with Boysenberry syrup.

Right as you’re about to plate your food and sit down to eat, Satoru strolls his lanky self into the kitchen.

“Good morning!” Okay, he’s too fucking jolly because it’s not like it’s a holiday. But you’re not going to rain on his parade.

“Good morning. Why so jolly? Sweet dreams?” You’re a little curious.

“I guess you could say that.” He was dreaming of you but he’s not going to admit that to you. He already feels that you have too much power over him and you don’t even realize it.

“Want a waffle?”

“I’ll do it myself so that your food doesn’t get cold.”

“Do you remember how to do it?”

“It can’t be that hard… right?” Okay, fair point.

He walks around the counter to the waffle maker as you take a seat with your food and start to pour syrup on everything. You kind of feel like you should make his waffles and put him to work for the bacon because you don’t want to get popped. But you’ll wait to see how things go before giving him orders.

Just as you’re about to take your first bite, you notice how confused he looks. “We have a waffle maker that makes heart shaped waffles?”

“You got it for me. It’s Paris Hilton.” He continues to stand there looking around as if he’s deep in thought, but you know he just has no idea what to do. “Do you need help?”

“Would you hate me if I said yes?” he says, with those bright blue puppy dog eyes of his. If this was any other day, you might throw a fit. But you knew that if he came home, this was the role you were going to have to play for a while, so it’s fine. You walk over to him and start mixing more batter. “Go eat those ones before they get cold and soggy.”

“I’m so sorry about this. I’ll learn again, I promise.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault.”

“What did we used to do?” You just look at him hoping it’ll signal for him to clarify because that’s vague as hell. “I mean, on days like this, where we’re both at home. What did we use to do?”

You start pouring the batter in the waffle maker and pretending that you’re really focused so that you can take a moment to think on how to respond. The truth is, the two of you would usually spend the entire day with Satoru trying to get you pregnant, but that may be awkward to say right now.

“Uhhhh, it depends. If we had errands to run, we’d always go together, no matter how mundane they were. Otherwise we would usually hang out at home and watch movies or play games or something. About twice a month we go down to the park and feed the ducks and occasionally we’d go to the arcade where you’d end up claiming that you’re not mad that I beat you because you let me win.”

“Maybe I did let you win,” he says with a laugh. Of course, even with no recollection of those times together, he still has to be the best. Silly goose.

“We also used to go to the amusement park pretty frequently which was nice because you always won the mini games and got me the biggest stuffed animals they had.”

“Is that why there’s a blue bunny that’s basically as tall as me in the corner of the guest room?”

“Absolutely. You spent twenty minutes playing ring toss before you qualified for the largest prize. And now we’ve had Tiffany for three years.”

“Tiffany?”

“The bunny? We named her Tiffany from the Child’s Play movies.”

“We name our stuffed animals? Nice.”

Once your waffles are done, you plate your food and start to walk around the counter to sit at the bar but then you start to feel a little apprehensive. Do you sit right next to him? Or do you sit a space apart? Or even on the other side? You can’t wait until things get to the point where you don’t have to overthink these little things. You decide to sit with a space in between you two and you catch his reaction right away.

“I don’t have cooties, ya know?”

“Don’t you?” Fuck. You already wish you could take that back. This was a nice morning and you don’t want to start it with negativity.

“I don’t. I swear. She and I never did anything like that.” You want to believe him, but your insecurities surrounding the situation are making it difficult. However, you have nothing else to go on so you’ll have to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Okay, but you still smell like her.”

“Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t do that on purpose, it’s just that our clothes got washed together and–”

“Satoru, it’s fine. I didn’t mean to make this a big thing,” you try to reassure him that you’re not as mad as you may have sounded.

“I’m sorry. I’m running out of clothes anyway so I’ll wash it all.”

“I’ll do it for you, it’ll give me something to do. You still have stuff in our closet and dresser in case you need something for now.”

“Thank you,” he expresses in what you think is probably one of the most sincere ways you’ve ever heard someone say something, and it’s just laundry. “Can we do something today? Maybe do one of the things you said we did? The doctor did say that getting back to routines could be helpful.”

“Satoru, if you wanna spend the day with me, you can just say that. I wouldn’t blame you, I’m fantastic,” you remark with a flip of your hair for dramatic effect.

“Yeah, you are,” he responds in such a serious tone for what you thought was an obvious and silly comment.

“I was kidding, Satoru.”

“I wasn’t.” He doesn’t say anything else, he just looks you up and down and then takes another bite of his waffle.

You feel your whole body warm up because you didn’t expect him to say something like that so soon, but you love it.

You continue to sit in silence and eat your breakfast together and just enjoying the time. It’s so weird because you already reconciled with yourself that this was never going to happen again. But now he’s not only here for breakfast, he wants to spend the day with you.

After finishing breakfast, you take him to your shared bedroom so that he can finally see it and he can gather what he needs to start the day.

“This side of the closet is all of your stuff. It’s mostly suits hanging up and more casual clothing and pajamas are in the drawers below. If you need help looking for anything let me know. I’ll go start getting your shower stuff ready.” You go to the bathroom and pull out his extra bottles of shampoo and conditioner out from under the sink and set them up in the shower for him. You even turn the shower on so that it can start heating up for him. “Everything is ready for you.”

He stands there looking confused for a moment and you have no idea why. But then you start to internally freak out wondering if you’re doing too much too soon.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just… is it okay for me to take a shower in here?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Well, last night you sent me to the guest room so I just assumed that you didn’t want me in here.” Shit. Maybe you handled that wrong. Or just too vague.

“I just didn’t want you to sleep next to me last night because it was awkward. But you still have access to your bedroom whenever you want it or need something. I’m sorry that I made you feel excluded.” You avert your gaze because you definitely feel bad for how you handled this.

“Okay. I just don’t wanna make you uncomfortable so let me know if I do.”

You nod and then he goes in the bathroom and closes the door.

You take the opportunity to go to the guest room and grab all the clothing that he brought with him and throw it in the washer. You’ll probably have to wash them twice because her perfume is so strong, you can only assume that she actually sprayed his clothing as a way of marking her territory.

After starting the laundry, you go back to the kitchen to wash the dishes from breakfast and try to come up with a game plan of what to do today. You have no intention of going out today, but you don’t want Satoru to be bored so you don’t know what to do. You know that you guys always had fun watching tv and arguing over Monopoly but he doesn’t remember those times and you don’t want him to feel like your life together is boring as a first impression.

You’re not sure what he wants to do so you just grab some blankets and pillows to throw on the couch because regardless of the activity, it’ll still be comfortable.

You also make a trip to your bedroom to grab your phone off the charger and check your notifications. You wanted to be in and out really quick because you didn’t want Satoru to think that you were waiting on him for some reason. But you end up sitting down and checking everything after you get a reminder for your upcoming doctor’s appointment on the eighteen week mark of your pregnancy.

You end up completely lost in thought because the topic of the pregnancy still hasn’t come up between the two of you and you don’t know if you should bring it up, or how. Now that he’s here, should you tell him? Should you wait it out? You feel your pulse start to race when you remember that you gave him the box of letters and there’s more than a few in there that include details of you being pregnant. But he hasn’t said anything about it so you don’t know if he’s read any of them or he’s just waiting for the right moment as well.

And if he did read some, it’s possible that he read them out of order and just by sheer luck, missed all the ones regarding the baby. This is confusing.

You hear the bathroom door open and you look up to see Satoru walking out wearing some pajama pants hung low on his hips and nothing else. You can’t prove it, but you swear he’s trying to make you fall apart. He stands up straight and starts shaking his hair out like a wet dog getting water everywhere and you can’t help but laugh.

“Damn. Sorry,” he says while not looking too sorry at all.

“It’s okay. I’m used to it. You do it everyday” You just laugh it off because it’s one of those little things that drove you crazy until you missed it when he disappeared. You’ll gladly take water spots on your vanity mirror instead of nothing.

“Did I really?” Looks like old habits die hard.

“Yup. I stopped leaving certain things out due to your little pool party.”

“Mei had me cut my hair because she hated the water,” he admits in a slightly sad tone.

“What is she? The Wicked Witch of the West? Can’t handle a little bit of water?” You respond in an attempt to keep the tone light because it’ll bring the mood down if you just say that she’s an awful bitch which you do believe with your whole heart.

He just chuckles and then walks across the room to sit next to you on the bed. He leans over to get a look at what you’re doing on your phone. If he stretched his neck out any longer, he’d probably break it.

“Whaaaatcha dooooin?” He drawls while doing everything to stare at your phone except extend his eyeballs like this is an episode of SpongeBob and he’s looking for treasure on a map.

“Just checking my notifications Satoru. That’s it,” you try to make it sound as boring as possible, because you know that the curiosity is killing him.

“Anything interesting?” he tries batting those beautiful blue eyes at you so you just pretend that you don’t see what he’s doing. You’re not gonna fold like a load of laundry this fast.

“It’s mostly just people asking how things are going with us and then there’s Choso asking if there’s anything we need him to pick up from the grocery store on the way home.”

“More waffle stuff. They came out so good today.”

“Of course the first thing that would come to mind would be sugar for breakfast,” you laugh and send a couple of things to your friend. “What do you want to do today?”

“I wanna hang out with you,” he says without missing a beat and it makes your heart skip one. It’s almost like he was waiting for you to ask.

“But, anything you wanna do in particular?“

“Hang out with you,“ he replies while resting his head on your shoulder. Damn this fucking cutie pie and his ability to swoon you. “Let’s watch a bunch of movies so we can have snacks and I can cuddle you on the couch.”

“How about we start with the movies and then work our way up to cuddling later?” As much as that sounds like something that you would love to do, you don’t wanna move too fast. You really want to make sure that the cord between him and her is completely broken before you completely open yourself back up to potential heartbreak.

You know that if you ask him what he wants to watch, he’s just going to respond with, “whatever you want to watch.“ So you decide to go through your movie collection and pull out things that he always said he wishes he could watch again for the first time And take the opportunity to give him that experience.

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You’re about a half hour into Killer Klowns From Outer Space and you’ve caught Satoru sneak at least 10 glances at you since you’ve gotten comfortable on the couch. It’s so weird seeing your husband revert back to his shy schoolboy ways after years of him being such a dominating presence. But if you’re being honest, you love it.

When you were in school, you didn’t know that he had a thing for you so this behavior didn’t stand out. But now that you know, it’s easy to spot these things and it just makes him even cuter. A part of you wants to tease him by flirting with him a little bit, but you don’t want to drive him completely up the wall.

Even though you’re still perturbed by the Mei thing, you can’t deny how badly you want this man in all of the ways. You really wish that you could click your ruby heels together and everything would go back to normal and if you told him, that’s what you wanted, he seems like he’d do it.

Even though this is one of your favorite movies, you can’t stop your mind from wandering. You keep going back to the box of letters and wondering if he read any of them. If he did, why not say anything about the pregnancy? You kind of wanna tell him about it in case he doesn’t know so that he has the option to come with you to the doctors appointment coming up. You just don’t know how many changes is too much for such a short period of time. But based on how long it’s already been, you’re gonna start showing in ways that you can’t hide soon and you don’t want it to make it worse by you holding out for so long.

Ugh. Confusion. Confusion.

Just as you’re starting to spiral into your thoughts, you catch your not so sneaky husband looking over at you again. Fuck it, you are going to give him a bit of what he wants. Without looking away from the TV, you stretch your legs across the couch and rest your feet in his lap, trying to discreetly catch his reaction from your peripheral vision.

It was worth it.

You can see him trying to hide his smile, but he’s completely unsuccessful at it. Even though he seems a little reluctant at first, he slowly starts to rest his hands on your legs/ankles. When he realizes that you’re not going to move him away, his smile grows even wider. You’re not even going to lie, having this power is awesome.

After a couple of minutes, he starts to massage your ankles and your feet and you decide to finally look right at him and smile.

“Is this okay?” He sounds so unsure. It’s adorable.

“It’s nice.” His smile continues to grow at those words and you never thought something so simple could seem so fulfilling.

“Will you tell me something?” Oh no, please don’t let whatever question he has fuck up this peaceful afternoon.

“About what?”

“About us. You told me a little bit about when we met, but not how.” Ooooh, not that. You spent years loving that jealousy out of him. “What was our first date? Or any? You said that our anniversary just passed, did we have any plans?”

“Slow down Speedy Gonzalez, I’m not gonna remember all of these,” you cut him off. You appreciate his enthusiasm, but damn. “Did I tell you how you smeared sandwich condiments all over my dress on our first date?”

His eyes shoot over to you immediately and he’s completely shocked. “How the hell did that happen?”

“For our first date, you picked me up and drove me to the park for a picnic. However, you were so nervous that it turned into one of those ’if it can go wrong, it will days.’ You started to set the basket and other comfort items up before putting the blanket down. And then when you remembered and put the blanket down, you forgot other stuff. And once everything was finally set up and you were starting to loosen up, you stretched your legs out and kicked a plate that caused sandwiches to fly off and land on my dress and all the condiments got smeared in the lace. That’s all.”

“What do you mean ‘that’s all?’ And you went out with me a second time, even after all of that?“ He asks you.

“Yeah, and the second time was probably worse, in your eyes at least. The second one, you took me to an ice-skating rink since I used to skate a lot for fun. But somehow, you fell in the most awkward way, which resulted in you cutting yourself on the blade of your own skate to the point where we had to leave early and spend a couple hours in the hospital due to the wait time and with you getting stitches. That’s what that scar on your wrist is.“

He lifts up his arm to inspect his wrist, “this one? I just assumed I got scratched by a cat or something. After two failed dates, why the hell would you go out with me again?”

“I didn’t consider them ‘failed.’ I could tell that you were just nervous because you were trying too hard. So, I planned the next one to take the pressure off of you and it seemed to work.”

“What did we do that time?”

“Uhhh… we went on a double date with Kento and some girl he recently asked out and we just went to this little pop up festival that had a bunch of cultural foods and games and stuff. Anyway, teenage Kento showed up in a band tee and some emo combover hairstyle and you kept making fun of him saying that you can look at his family and tell which one forces the rest of them into a Hot Topic against their will.”

“He was that guy??? The one that looks like an accountant?!”

“He used to be one actually,” you pause because Satoru starts to laugh and completely interrupts you. But you’ll let him have his fun. “Anyway, you ripped on him the entire time and the girl he liked ended up not wanting to go out with him again. So, he’s found you annoying since and constantly makes the ‘you could do better’ jokes when referring to you being my husband.”

“Damn. He hates me that much huh?”

“He’s just kidding. He actually interacted with the detectives on your case more than I did to take the stress off.” He nods and you take the opportunity to get a reaction out of him, “he just thinks all your jokes are shit.”

“Hey!”

You couldn’t pass up saying that and it was absolutely worth it.

“So…” he looks completely serious and it starts to make you nervous. You really hope he’s not going to ask about any fights you’ve had because they’re incredibly petty. “I read the letters.”

It feels like your heart starts to beat twice as fast. You’ve been dying to know if he even opened the box but you didn’t want to make things awkward, now you know.

“Really? How many?”

“The first eleven.”

Your mind starts to race as you’re wondering what’s in the first eleven letters. You’ve written over forty and now it’s coming back to bite you. You know that a few have pictures in them, but which ones? How much did you include?

He must sense your brain working overtime and reveals why he brought it up, “why didn’t you tell me about the pregnancy?”

Shit. He does know. Let the awkward conversation commence.

“When I got to the hospital and got your diagnosis, I thought it would be better to not overwhelm you with too much new information at one time. That’s also why it was only Suguru, Kento, and myself visiting you because I thought too many people would be too much. I’m sorry.”

He doesn’t say anything at first, he just leans back and exhales. “You don’t have anything to apologize for. I understand your dilemma, but what about you?”

“What about me?”

“You’ve been handling so much alone because you’re too worried about stressing out other people, but what about you? On top of me not being there, you’ve had to handle a growing life inside of you and from the little I’ve seen and heard, it seems like you have a habit of putting your emotions last. I’m sorry that you’ve had to do this alone.” He seems so sincere, you’ve missed him so fucking much.

“You don’t have to apologize either, it’s not your fault. What happened… happened. We just have to work past it.”

“I know. But I couldn’t imagine looking at the person I love leave with someone else to go home and experience the biggest event in my life without them.” Aaaaand you’re crying. “But I promise that you’ll never have to go through that again. I’m here and I have no intention of leaving unless you throw me out.”

“Okay.” You sigh before asking the question that you really want an answer to, “why did you leave with Mei that day?”

“She made me feel like I had to. She was there when I didn’t know if I had anyone else and was doing everything for me. When I told her I was going home with you, she seemed receptive to it, at first. But when the day came to do so, she kept saying I was abandoning her in her time of need after she sacrificed a lot for me and I just felt bad. But if it makes you feel any better, I regretted it the entire time.”

“It does, actually,” you respond with no hesitation.

“She was already clingy before, but when I found out she was planning our wedding…” He notices your eye start to twitch and goes into damage control right away, “no! No! No! I didn’t propose, she just started this on her own. And then she saw me reading your letters and wanted me to trash them if I wanted to stay with her, so I packed them up and I left.” You nod in response. “She also implied that you were sleeping with your friends and I got crazy jealous.”

You can’t even try to stop your laugh before it comes out. It’s not the first time that someone has accused you of sleeping with your friends, to be fair, they are really beautiful. But the nerve of her grasping ahold of a married man but claiming his wife doesn’t need him cause she’s sleeping around is absurd.

“I’ve never had sex with anyone but you Satoru,” you make sure to look him right in the eyes when you say that because you don’t want those insecurities popping up. “Choso has been sleeping in the bedroom with me since you’ve been gone because it’s been hard, but it’s never been sexual. There have been many times where you guys even fell asleep together after making giant forts and playing games so don’t even worry about that.”

At first he looked a little surprised, but he doesn’t look like he’s taking anything personal so that’s good.

But you have one more question to ask him before you can move past the Mei topic, “did you ever have sex with her?”

“No.I swear on everyone I love that nothing sexual ever happened between me and her.”

“You don’t remember anyone Satoru,” you say in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“I remember you.”

Your heart.

Your fucking heart.

If this keeps going on, you’re going to fold like a paper airplane.

Now that he knows that you’re pregnant, you have just one more question, “do you wanna come to the next doctor’s appointment with me?”

“Yes,” he says with a giant smile.

“It’s on–”

“Yes!”

Alright, looks like he’s in on this journey with you.

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It’s been a couple of days since Satoru has been home and you’ve started to fall into a pretty comfortable routine.

You wake up and make breakfast for the two of you even though he insists on learning to help you. You decided to put him to work for dinner since there’s usually more components to that. Then he washes the dishes while you start working on other things.

He was really happy with the movie choices on the first day that you hung out, so he asked you to keep picking things out. You have just been going through his list of favorite movies and put those on so that he can experience them for the first time… again. Although, he was remembering parts of Death Proof so you know that his memory is coming back, even if it’s slow and a little spotty.

You’ve even been playing board games together even though you can’t win Monopoly to save your life. He thought you were just letting him win, but you had to admit that you’re just really bad at it. It’s still fun spending time together so you indulge him anyway. You even pulled out some jigsaw puzzles because you read somewhere that they can help people with memory issues.

You even worked together on cleaning up the ruined welcome home / belated birthday party and you promised him that you’d make up for his birthday in the future. He said he didn’t want you to do anything except grant him permission to dig into the cake. Of course that’d be the part he’s harping on the most. He took about a dozen photos before the two of you practically inhaled it.

You’ve been outside together a few times doing little things like taking a short walk around the block or stopping at the ice cream shop across the street. Everyone who knew you two before everything happened had been welcoming him home and wishing him well. But some people have been maybe a little too enthusiastic about his return. When he apologized to the woman at the ice cream shop for not remembering her, she said, “since you don’t remember your wife? Does that mean I have a chance?” She giggled and you assumed it was a joke but it still activated your jealousy antennas. But Satoru shut her down immediately and said, “just because I can’t remember all the times with my love, it doesn’t mean that I don’t still feel her.” He’s so sappy and you love it.

And speaking of being sappy, you know that he’s going to be today. Today is the first ultrasound appointment that Satoru is attending with you and you’re excited. You’re not usually a morning person, but today you are because you can’t wait to see his reaction.

After doing your normal morning routine, you get dressed and head to the kitchen to see if Satoru is awake. As soon as you open your bedroom door, you can tell he is because the smell of bacon is wafting through your home. As you walk into the kitchen, you can see him plating the food and it makes you hungrier than you were before.

He smiles at you once he sees you walking in and that’s how it is everyday. It’s like he can’t believe that he gets to be here with you.

“Good morning! Hungry?”

“Yeah. But you didn’t have to do it, I could have cooked for you Satoru.”

“You cook everyday,” he says while pouring juice into glasses. “This is a big day and I wanted to take a load off of you.”

You thank him and take a seat at the bar to start eating. After serving you, he takes a seat right next to you and starts eating as well. That’s another thing, physically, you get a little closer everyday. You no longer sit on the opposite side of the room, and there’s a little bit more physical touch. Not much, just resting on each other and some hand holding which is nice. But it still hasn’t moved onto kisses and stuff just yet, but you probably wouldn’t be too upset if it started happening soon.

“Are you nervous about today?” You ask him.

“Mm-mm. I’m excited. I can’t wait to get there.”

Your biggest fear about him finding out you were pregnant was him not feeling like he was ready for a baby. But at least in that regard, it’s like you picked up right where you left off and he’s been gushing for days about how excited he is about going today. Suguru volunteered to drive seeing as you hate it, and it’s probably not good for Satoru to start driving yet seeing as he’s still having the migraines and it’s bright as fuck outside which can contribute to them.

After finishing breakfast, you attempt to get up and wash dishes before Satoru snatches the plate out of your hand and does it for you. But hey, you’re not gonna complain. You decide to go back to your room to get your coat and your shoes since Suguru should be here any minute.

You spare a minute to check your phone and see a bunch of messages of your friends wishing the two of you well on your appointment today.

They’ve all been exceptionally supportive as you update them on the progress that you’ve made with Satoru and that makes you feel good. Although Utahime feels that you should have made him feel bad for at least a week for what he did. But after speaking to him about it a little bit more, you can’t hold a grudge towards him. Mei really is the fucking worst and you genuinely hope that she’s at home feeling miserable that he’s no longer there with her.

“Knock knock. Suguru’s here. Ready to go?”

You grab your purse and the three of you make your way out and to the elevator. Once inside, Suguru asks the question that’s been on your mind for the past few days, “when do you find out if it’s a boy or a girl?”

“I was told that they can start determining that at the eighteen week mark and that’s where we are now, so… maybe today.” You were debating on waiting until they’re born, but after all the uncertainty you’ve had in your life as of late, you’re desperate to know.

“I hope it’s a little girl!” Satoru yells like it’s not just the three of you in an enclosed space.

“Why is that?”

“I wanna put her in one of those onesies that says ‘Daddy’s Girl.’”

He’s so fucking cute.

Once you reach the car, Satoru climbs into the backseat with you.

“Damn. You guys are just gonna treat me like I’m some replaceable Uber driver and leave me up here by myself?” Damn Suguru.

“I wanna sit in the back with my wife!” Awwww. That’s another thing, he gets a little bit more clingy everyday, but that’s hardly the worst thing. It feels more like what the beginning of your relationship was like instead of the uncomfortable situation you thought it was going to be.

“Fine. But no hanky panky in my car.” No WHAT?

“Yes, grandpa,” is all you can muster because what the hell is with the slang from the 1950’s?

The ride to the doctor is relatively quiet, but Satoru does scoot a little closer to you so that he can hold your hand. If he keeps being this adorable, he might have your clothes off by lunch. Unfortunately the thought makes you a little warm and he notices the temperature change in your hand and asks you if you’re okay. You explain it away as just being nerves because that’s not a door that you’re opening right now.

You arrive at the doctor’s office and Suguru decides to wait in the car, so you lead Satoru inside and he’s so excited he’s practically skipping the entire way.

There’s not a lot of people when you arrive so after you give the receptionist your name, they take you back almost immediately and that’s when your nerves kick in. You know that he’s been happy thus far, you just hope that he doesn’t get scared away when he sees everything up close.

“Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Gojo,” the doctor says as she comes in.

“Morning!” Satoru practically shouts in response. This fucking guy.

“How are we today?”

“Good… and very excited.” Before continuing, you give her a short rundown on the situation. She knows that he was missing since you had a checkup while he was gone, but nothing since he came home. So you take the time to explain that if it seems like he doesn’t know anything, it’s because he doesn’t, and why.

“This must be a really big day for you then Mr. Gojo.”

“It is. But I’m excited. When will we find out the sex of the baby?” With the positivity he’s displaying, maybe the two of you should start working on the nursery when you get home.

“If all goes well, I may be able to tell you today. Would you like to know today?”

“Yes,” the two of you say in unison.

You pull up your top and she starts to apply the ultrasound gel on your abdomen and you wince at first from the cold. It’s the one part of this process that you still hate. She grabs the transducer and begins the exam right after.

Satoru stands right beside you and he’s intently staring at the screen to make out whatever he can.

After about a minute, she points the baby out to him, “that’s your daughter.”

You look at Satoru to see his reaction and he looks like he’s completely in awe. He even starts to tear up and that’s when you realize what she said, she pointed out your ‘daughter.’ You’re having a little girl and then you start crying with him.

“Congratulations you two, she’s looking real good,” she says and the both of you start crying more. “I’ll print up more pictures and dvds because I know you want to put everything into a baby book and I’ll give you a minute.” She steps out of the room and you’re grateful because this feels like an ugly cry moment.

“Satoru, how do you feel? You’ll get your ‘Daddy’s Girl’ onesie.”

He looks at you, but he doesn’t say anything and you’re almost wondering if you’ve said the wrong thing. But before you can take it back, he leans down and kisses you. It was quick, but it was everything. It’s been so long since he’s kissed you and it’s everything you’ve missed and more.

“I’m so happy. Thank you for letting me come today,” he says in such a serious tone and you realize that you’ve probably been overreacting the entire time. You’ve been terrified that you were going to scare him away but it seems like he’s working so hard to get closer to you and this moment confirms that he’s going to be there for you. And now, your little girl as well.

The doctor comes back in a couple of minutes later and gets you cleaned up so that you can go back home. She made sure to give you both a copy of the photos and dvds before you leave and Satoru is holding onto them like they’re made of gold. Hell, you don’t think he’d even protect a gold bar by the way he’s gripping onto his baby’s mementos and it’s super sweet.

Once you get back outside, you see Suguru standing outside his car and a group of girls a couple of feet away staring him down. You can’t really blame them though, his hair is literally blowing in the wind like this is a fucking music video. Satoru runs over and hands him the photo like a giddy little kid who can’t wait to tell a story that makes no sense.

Suguru smiles at the picture, but probably more at his friends' flare for the dramatic. “Did you find out?”

“It’s a girl!” The both of you say.

He hums. “Congratulations. We’re gonna have to get that onesie.” He hugs you and you hear a collective gasp from the girls who were probably just planning their future with him. Satoru leans in to give him a wet kiss on the cheek and honestly, it feels just like old times. “Ugh. I was hoping that when you lost your memory, you were going to forget that you do that.”

You just laugh at his antics and get back into the car. Satoru slides in next to you and holds your hand causing your heart to feel like it’s not going yo make it.

Just for fun, you look back to see if those girls are still watching Suguru and you swear that they’re glaring daggers at you instead. “Suguru, it looks like your fan club hates me.”

“Fuck them,” is all he replies with.

“Maybe you should. Then they won’t look at me like that.”

“Mei kept telling me that I should bring my ‘cute friend’ around in reference to you,” Satoru adds.

Suguru scoffs at that. “Absolutely not, she has the same energy as those people who refer to themselves as Bentleys and I want no part of that.“

You completely forgot that people did that until he brought it up. You appreciate confidence, but you still kind of feel like there’s a limit.

Suguru drops you both off at home and once you’re inside, you start rummaging through a box of picture frames you got specifically for the ultrasound photos so that Satoru can put up his new favorite.

He writes 18 weeks on the back, slides it into the frame, and then puts it up on one of the shelves in your living room in between other family photos. “Is it okay to put it here?”

“Of course, it’s your home too.”

“Eventually, we should put them all on display, “he says beaming with pride.

“We can do that. I only have the few ultrasound photos, but besides them, I’ve been taking progress pictures everyday.”

“Every day?”

“Yeah. It was important to you to take progress photos to watch the baby grow, so I’ve been making sure to take at least one a day.” You can tell that he wants to ask you to see them, but for some reason, his shyness is taking center stage. So, you decide to take the pressure off of him. “Do you want to see them, Satoru?”

“Yes!” He exclaims, barely giving you a chance to finish your sentence.

You pull your phone out of your coat pocket, open up the album you’ve been saving all these pictures to, hand your phone to Satoru and then take a seat on the couch. He sits down right next to you and you can tell that the more he learns, the more excited he gets about the entire situation. You were terrified that you were going to have to raise your baby alone, but that’s clearly not the case. You doubt there’s ever been a more excited father-to-be in existence.

He reaches the photos where it looks like your belly has started to grow and there’s nothing in his eyes except for pure adoration. You haven’t even gotten that big yet but you’d swear he’s happy like you’re going to give birth tomorrow.

The feeling of his hand on your stomach is what pulls you from your thoughts. But once you look at him, he shies away, “I’m sorry, was that wrong?”

This poor baby. “It’s okay, you can touch.”

He places his hand back on your stomach and you rest one of yours on top of his. The two of you sit in silence and take the opportunity to just enjoy the moment. When you told him about the baby, he disappeared the next day, so he didn’t really get the chance to experience any of this with you. But now, you have all the time in the world because you’re going to fight for this and enjoy what you have.

It finally feels like you’re parents and you can’t wait to meet your daughter.

The daughter that not a single soul on the planet thinks is going to inherit your genes.

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

Although things have been going really well with Satoru, one thing has remained the same, Choso.

Even though you and your husband have been spending all your time together during the day, Choso has still been coming by at night, cooking dinner, helping clean, and staying with you.

While you enjoy your time with Satoru, you’d be lying if you said weren’t constantly a ball of nerves. It’s not his fault, things are just still feel a little off as you two try to adjust to each other again. So, having Choso come by at night helps relieve some of that stress and allows you some time to not overthink.

Satoru has been nice to him and they’re getting along the same way that they did before, but you have noticed that he looks a little less vibrant once Choso shows up. You can’t really blame him. You’ve been getting along so well and then another man shows up and he eventually goes back to the guest bedroom by himself can’t be the best feeling. But you plan on changing that and soon. Honestly, you’re missing the intimacy of sleeping next to your husband and you feel like you might be ready to take that step.

Ugh, how weird is life that you have to get used to your husband again?

“Chosooooo,” you say while helping him clean up after dinner.

“Hmmm?”

“So… I’ve been thinking… about… something…” you drawl. You don’t know why you’re so nervous, it’s not like he’s going to get upset with you.

“What have you been thinking about?”

“I’ve been thinking about asking Satoru to sleep with me.” Choso raises an eyebrow and you start to backtrack. “Not in a sexual way! I just meant to sleep next to me.’”

He cuts you off before you start to ramble, “chill out. You’re acting like your parents just caught you in bed with a boy.“ He pauses and takes on a slightly more serious tone, “are you sure you’re ready for that?“

“I think so. I thought I was going to need more time, but things are going really well between us and I don’t want to kill the momentum. Plus, I just really miss being able to wake up next to my husband. I also feel bad that after everything he went through, he comes home to a wife who sends him to another room.”

“Well, to be fair, he did make a pretty big choice that hurt you,” he says.

“I know. And since he’s been back, we’ve talked about it and I understand why he did it. I just don’t want to actively hold a grudge when things feel like they’re in a good place.”

“Well… then I think you should go for it.”

“You do?” You ask in surprise. He and Suguru have been the most upset about the Mei thing to the point where you thought he was going to suggest holding a grudge for a little longer.

“Yeah. I agree that if you feel like something is going in the right direction, you should follow it. I’ll stay in the guest bedroom for tonight and if things keep going good, I’ll move my stuff out tomorrow.”

“Are you sure that you don’t want to sleep between us like a kid that got scared of a storm?”

He scoffs. “Maybe between you and Kento. But now six foot three Satoru who kicks in his sleep.” You giggle in response because that’s the one complaint you have about sleeping next to him. “Speaking of, what’s going on with Kento?”

“Now that the investigation has slowed down and Satoru has come home, I demanded that he return to work. He canceled a few big projects for me and I’ve been feeling bad about it. He was offered a shoot in Italy and I begged him to take it, he should be back in a few days.”

He hums in response and you head to the guest room to talk to Satoru. You’ve been thinking all day about asking Satoru if he wants to take this next step, but now that you’re outside of the room, you start wondering if you’re moving too fast. But you decide to just go for it. You knock on the door and when you hear a response, you step inside.

When you enter the room, you see Satoru laying in bed, one arm behind his head, as he plays around on his phone. If you didn’t have any self control, you’d be riding him into the sunset before he realized what was going on. The doctor did say that during your second trimester, your sexual desire is going to increase. Maybe that’s what’s making you feel so feral lately.

“Can I speak to you about something?”

Instead of responding, he tosses his phone to the side and gives you his undivided attention and you take that as a cue to continue.

“So… I was about to go to bed and I wanted to know if you wanted… to sleep with me?”

His eyes are wide as saucers and even though that reaction shouldn’t surprise you, it still does, a little bit. “Sleep with you?”

“Yeah. I’m not really ready for anything sexual, just yet.” That’s hilarious to say considering the fact that you’re pregnant. “But I was thinking that we could try sleeping in the same bed again.”

“I’d love that. But what about your friend?”

“He said that he’ll take the guest room so that you can sleep with me. So, what do you sa–”

“Yes!”

He follows you out of the guest room and back to the bedroom that you’ve shared for years and even though you can’t see him, you can tell that he’s practically skipping down the hallway behind you.

Once you step inside your bedroom, you see Choso coming out of the closet.

“I’m just getting work clothes,” he looks right past you at Satoru who must have had a sour face. “See you tomorrow,” is the last thing he says before walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.

You turn to Satoru and smile before starting your bedtime routine. You have dual sinks in your bathroom so he’s able to join you while you brush your teeth and wash your face and it’s nice to feel like things are returning to normal. You never thought something so mundane as getting ready for bed would make you feel like you’re falling in love all over again.

You go to your walk-in closet to look for something to wear to bed. You end up settling on one of Satoru’s tee shirts because honestly, when was the last time that you wore anything else? When you step out of the closet, you see that he’s already laying in bed.

“What if that was my side of the bed, Satoru?”

“Then I was a shitty husband because the man is supposed to sleep next to the door.”

“Awwww. Thank you for offering to be my human shield in case anything happens.” You crawl into bed on the other side, plug your phone in, and then roll over to face him.

He turns to face you as well before taking your hand in his and you two sit there like that for a little while. You thought that this might feel weird, but now you kind of regret not doing it sooner.

“Tell me something,” he prompts you.

“About what?”

“Us. What was it like the first time we did this?”

“Mmmm.” You think back on the day as a fond memory, but it was definitely filled with his chaotic energy. “The first time that we spent the night together like this was right after you moved out. You got your own place the second that you turned eighteen because you didn’t want to risk your parents walking in on you in the bed with me and then them having a bad impression of me. You ended up getting a place pretty close to my school so that I could go over whenever I wanted and it soon became our first home.” You take a break to giggle thinking about how silly he was when you first went over there. “You asked me to spend the night and quickly emphasized that you didn’t mean it in a sexual way to do damage control even though I didn’t accuse you of anything. And then when I got there, you had literally no furniture except for a lamp and a mattress on the floor.”

“And you stayed?!” He almost sounds more in shock than your friends did when you told them.

“You also had enough clothes for a few days in the closet and some snacks in the pantry. But as soon as I was about to enter the room, you panicked and blocked it off like you were human caution tape. I kept trying to ask you what the problem was, and all you could say was’ it’s not ready!’ And I was like, why the hell did you bring me over here to spend the night if you didn’t want me to spend the night in the apartment that’s not ready? Finally, I got you too move and you immediately started to apologize for not having it more set up.“

“Did I ever explain why this sounds like such a mess?“

“You said you were just too excited, so I didn’t hold it against you. I thought it was cute that you wanted to spend so much time with me that all rational thought went right out the window.“ He starts to laugh at the absurdity. “Anyway, I had a phone stand in my purse, and we ended up ordering food and then falling asleep to something on our makeshift tv. It was cute. Even though you like to kick a lot in your sleep.”

“I’d hate to ruin my chances here, but you could probably raise your standards,” he says with a chuckle. “What happened after that?”

“The next morning I went with you to go furniture shopping. But that just resulted in you getting everything that I picked out even though it was your place. People used to make jokes saying that they couldn’t even tell that you lived there. We ended up staying there all the way up until we got married and moved here.“

“Hmmm. From what I’ve heard, the beginning of our relationship sounded so clumsy.” You giggle a little bit because, well, he’s not wrong. “Thank you for giving me all those chances. And thank you for giving me this last one. I may only remember bits and pieces, but I can’t imagine not being without you.“

You squeeze his hand to let him know that you feel the same. Being in bed with him now makes it feel like everything you went through was worth it. Yeah, it’s nice to hang out with someone, go out with friends, etc. But it’s the intimate moments like this that matter the most to you. You’re just so grateful that it’s not taking months for you to get back to where you were.

He scoots a little closer and places his soft lips on yours causing your breath to hitch. This is not one of those hot and heavy tongue down your throat moments. But it is one of those ‘I can’t live without’ kisses and you move to kiss him back. It’s sweet, slow, and he lets out a soft moan causing all of your feelings to flood down to your sweet spot. You don’t want to move too fast when it comes to sexual things, but you are going to enjoy this.

He pulls his hand away from yours and brushes your hair away from your face. He cups your face and you lean into his touch even more as if parting would cause you physical harm.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says once he pulls away from your lips. But before you can respond, he’s kissing you again and you can’t remember what you wanted to say in the first place.

You pull away because you know that if you don’t do it now, you won’t do it at all and you want to spend a little bit more time with him before you dive head first into that part of your relationship again.

“Goodnight,” you whisper.

Then you turn around and lay facing away from him. He’s still for a moment before you feel him scoot closer to you and wrap his arm around your waist, exactly how he always used to. He pulls you a little closer and tucks his face into your neck and you decide not to fight off the smile that’s forming because it’s not like he can see it anyway.

This is it.

Pure bliss.

#Jujutsu Kaisen #fics #fics*#rain*#rain #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #satoru gojo x you #jujutsu kaisen fics #satoru gojo fics #suguru geto x reader #choso kamo x reader #geto suguru x reader #kamo choso x reader #suguru geto x you #geto suguru x you #my stuff

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blueteller · 1 year ago

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Classic Clown-To-Clown Communication

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apatheticsunday · 2 months ago

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Gotham TikTok

AKA "Danny moves to Gotham and records TikToks with absolutely deranged captions. He films Get Ready with Me in Gotham videos, fit checks, and even A Day in the Life of a Ghost in Gotham! Except everybody is freaking the fuck out in the comments" prompt idea!

No, you don't understand, I'm obsessed. Like, what if Danny's idea of "safe" is just... anything that doesn't actively try to kill him? So Metropolitians, Star City, and Central City citizens are literally biting their nails and sweating bullets every time he posts, because what if he gets merc'd by the "Eight Heads in a Duffel Bag" Red Hood?? And that's one of the nicer villains in Gotham. And Danny's just like wow, this place is niiiiiice, I haven't even been murdered yet!

Maybe Jazz took a 12-year-old Danny to Gotham to escape their parents. Gotham's cheap, dirty, and doesn't ask questions: it's the best place to go to disappear because damn near half the city's population are either super villains, hostages, dead, or vigilantes. She gets a job at an understaffed hospital as a clinical psych intern. She enrolls Danny for online schooling because she's scared a public high school would be too easy for their parents to track.

Which leaves Danny alone for hours. He makes a TikTok account called "Danny Phantom" because, c'mon, he's a kid. And, like most kids, he doesn't really comprehend the idea of a digital footprint or that his account is public, accessible by literally anybody.

He's also a little shit. So, the first TikTok he uploads is of a man getting carjacked, but the caption reads: love to see people helping each other. remember it's always okay to ask for help! it's okay, I don't know how to parallel park, either :)

And you just see this guy in a mask shove a businessman away from his car, gesturing with his gun, before getting into the driver's seat. Except the car is parallel parked so the carjacker just slowly inches back and forth between a Prius and a Honda until he can wedge himself out of the parking space. And then gets stuck in stand-still traffic. The TikTok goes viral. It's talked about on the Gotham news and Gothamites are losing their shit, pointing out the exact moment you can see the carjacker start to soundlessly cuss through the car's windshield or the way the businessman is just... standing on the side of the road, watching with a deadpan look.

Danny doesn't know about it being on the news, but he sees all the comments, likes, reposts, and feels something. He wonders if this is what Ember feels every time people listened to her music. So, he keeps posting. Usually, it's short three-second videos of a hilariously unexpected situation with an even more deranged caption. But then he's accidentally caught in the reflection of a store front while recording and doesn't know, posts it like he always does; only for this TikTok to go viral, too. Because "Danny Phantom" is a child??

He doesn't notice the shift in his comments, but the public opinion quickly changes from wow, Gothamites are just like that huh lol to what the FUCK, kid, get inside!!! anytime he posts.

Except Danny never gets hurt. Even in the most dangerous situations, when you'd think this kid is a goner for sure, he's just happily yapping in the background. He's so different from Gothamites because he lacks that dead-eyed, despair-inducing aura of someone who's lived in a hellmouth their whole lives. (A couple people post that Danny kind of reminds them of Golden Boy Brucie Wayne, all air-headed and unrealistically optimistic, and suddenly there's memes of "what happens when you've never gotten shot in Gotham" or "how i act when Commish Gordie accuses me of shoplifting again" with them side-by-side.)

And then Danny's posts go viral again and again. Danny doing a fit check with a blond-haired woman with a checkered outfit, she ruffles his hair and kisses him on the cheek. A picture of him wearing an old jean jacket with a bright red lipstick smear on his cheek is trending for weeks. Spoiler, fully suited up in an all-purple vigilante attire, and him shoving gas station hotdogs in their mouths. He even has videos of him clearly in Killer Croc's lair, with comments of are you in the sewers??? DANNY??? and he responds, no, i'm in mom & dad's basement :) (Waylon Jones is actually sitting behind him in one of the videos, intently watching a TV show on an iPad.)

Everybody adores Danny - Rogues, Gothamites, even the Bats. (There's at least six videos of Nightwing teaching Danny how to do backflips, handstands, and other acrobatic moves. Even the youngest Robin has been caught on camera quietly talking with Danny, a shocking lack of violence that left half the city's population suffering from cuteness aggression for the kids.)

So, yeah, Danny belongs to Gotham.

But the internet is widely accessible and Danny made it so, so easy to find him. Jazz obviously didn't know he was posting videos of himself publicly; she was too tired after back-to-back 12 hour shifts at the hospital that she hadn't even checked social media in months. Otherwise, she would've told him to be careful, to never show his face or post his real name on the internet. Then again, Jazz would never have expected all of Gotham (and Superman himself, totally endeared by the kid after Kon and Jon showed him a couple TikToks) would beat the absolute shit out of anybody going after Danny.

Imagine GIW's surprise when they track down Amity's former residential Ghost only to find an entire city frothing at the mouth to protect their Phantom.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton #danny phantom #batfam #i had to add waylon in here somehow #he's my boo my poor misunderstood scaley boy #who eats people sometimes #its not cannibalism if you're technically not human folks #danny's not in danger though because he's already dead

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maskedbyghost · 1 month ago

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You and Simon aren’t together. Never have been. Never talked about it, never even thought about it.

You just click. You always have. It started as a mission thing—paired up for some op because Price figured you worked well together, and then it just… stuck. You got each other in ways that didn’t need explaining. You liked the same things, moved the same way, anticipated each other’s actions before they happened. You didn’t have to tell him what you needed in the field, and he never had to ask you to cover him. It was easy. Comfortable. The kind of thing that felt natural before you even noticed it happening.

And then it bled into everything else. Eating together. Training together. Sitting next to each other on long flights, in debriefs, in the rare downtime you got between missions. It was never planned, never discussed. Just a thing that happened, like muscle memory. If you were in a room, Simon was there too, and if he wasn’t, he was on his way.

The others noticed, of course. Soap especially. He was the loudest about it, but even Gaz had taken to shooting you both pointed looks when you showed up somewhere at the same time, or when you answered Simon’s half-formed thoughts like you knew what he was going to say before he said it.

Which, honestly, you usually did.

It all comes to a head one evening, the lot of you gathered in one of the common rooms, half-done with the day but not quite ready to call it a night. You and Simon are on the couch, shoulder to shoulder, idly watching something on the TV while Soap, sitting across from you both, groans into his hands.

“You two make me sick.”

You blink at him. “We’re literally just sitting here.”

“That’s the problem!” Soap gestures wildly. “You do everything together. You finish each other’s bloody sentences. You know what the other is thinking. And you’re just—what? Friends?” He scoffs. “Aye, and I’m the Queen of England.”

Simon leans back, tilting his head slightly. “Don’t think you’ve got the legs for a crown, mate.”

Gaz snorts. Price, watching from his spot near the door, only shakes his head like he’s seen this conversation play out a hundred times before. (He has.)

Soap ignores them, pointing a finger between you and Simon like he’s solving some grand mystery. “There’s only one thing you haven’t done,” he declares. “You just need to kiss. That’s it. Only thing missing.”

Silence.

You turn your head. Simon is already looking at you.

There’s nothing in his expression that gives anything away—no smirk, no challenge, no humor in his eyes. He’s just watching you, waiting. And then, with a tiny shrug, he leans in and kisses you.

It’s short, unhurried. Just a press of his lips against yours, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. When he pulls back, his eyes are still on you, searching.

You don’t react. Not outwardly, anyway. You can feel Soap’s disbelief burning into the side of your face, hear the noise he makes—the strangled mix between a gasp and an outraged protest—but you don’t acknowledge it. Instead, you look back at Simon, forcing yourself to stay still even as your heart does something stupid in your chest.

Because, sure, maybe this was just to mess with Soap. Maybe it meant nothing. Maybe it was a joke.

But it didn’t feel like one.

Simon smirks and leans back, turning his attention back to the TV like nothing happened. “Happy now?”

Soap looks like he’s reconsidering every life decision that led him to this moment. “What the fuck?”

—

Later, when Simon walks you back to your room, he’s quieter than usual. His hands are in his pockets, his head tilted down slightly like he’s working through something in his mind.

“I wasn’t trying to make things weird,” he says after a beat. “Didn’t mean—well, didn’t want you to think it was—”

He stops, exhales sharply through his nose. “Just don’t want you to be mad.”

You glance at him. “I’m not mad.”

He nods, but his mouth pulls into something uncertain, like he doesn’t believe you. “Good. That’s—good.”

You reach your door and turn to face him fully. He’s still looking at you, his usual easy confidence nowhere to be found. And it’s funny, really, how the thought of kissing you in front of everyone hadn’t made him hesitate, but now? Now, he’s hesitating. Now, he’s thinking too hard about it. About you.

So before he can say anything else, you push up onto your toes and kiss him.

It’s quick, barely a breath between you before you pull back, but the impact is immediate. Simon’s lips part slightly, his brows drawing together like he can’t quite process what just happened.

You step back, hand on your door handle, and give him a small nod. “Goodnight, Simon.”

Then you slip inside, shutting the door behind you, leaving him standing there in the hallway, staring at the empty space where you just were.

And for once, Simon doesn’t have a single thing to say.

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@daydreamerwoah @ghostslollipop @kylies-love-letter

#simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x female oc #simon riley x reader #simon riley imagine #simon riley #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod

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newtmastime · 11 months ago

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the exhaustion over being around someone judgemental is on a whole another level. i can keep up with physical activities to an extent but having to hear someone endlessly yap about something that doesn't concern them and judge literal strangers they've met on sidewalks for an assumption, drains the life out of me completely.

#mentally exhausting man #i absolutely hate it when people talk shit about each other #it's mentally and emotionally exhausting the way they can hate and start a problem out of nowhere #and my people pleasing ass can never tell them to stfu too bc what if they'll hate me 💀#the most i can do is nod and pretend like i'm interested but it'S SO DRAINING #the way this behavior literally reflects what kind of person they are too #this is abt my cousin 💀 every time i spend the day with her and all she does is HATE and COMPLAIN i need like 10 business days to recover #just yesterday i was watching one of my fave series ever and she joined me and kept saying the characters were ugly asf like okay?#calling people on the streets ugly like 😭 what did they even do to you?#assuming someone is an attention-seeker just bc they happened to make eye contact with you while you were trying to take a picture?#girl what 😭 idk how to grasp this thought process #i'm tired i just want to live laugh love #will always be a strong advocate of the accounting rule to never assume unless otherwise stated!!!#irl #rant

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stellamarielu · 18 days ago

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first thing

jack abbot x female reader

summary: lazy mornings with jack are few and far between, but they always exceed your expectations or jack topping you from the bottom while you ride him first thing in the morning!

content: nsfw, 18+ mdni, literally nothing but smut, established relationship of some sort (let your imaginations run wild), p in v sex, dirty talk bc of course, excessive use of the nickname baby, jack being a veryyy lowkey pleasure dom

word count: 1.1k

author’s note: i’m a firm believer that our dear dr. abbot has a filthy mouth, so of course i had to write something nasty for him. the lack of smut for that smug son of a bitch is criminal. also i am convinced that he would call you baby in bed, but only in bed. i dont think he’d be one for pet names, but something about him being all pussy drunk and calling you baby through low raspy groans. yeah. that is all… enjoy!

“You havin’ fun up there?” Jack’s voice was peppered with self-righteous teasing. His words melted into the air through a lazy drawl as you straddled his lap, his dick buried deep between your legs.

Fifteen minutes ago, you were both fast asleep, bodies intertwined under his linen sheets.

You stirred awake in each other's arms, a tangled mess of limbs in the soft yellow hues of morning light that fought through the blinds. Slow sensual touches on bare skin led to your body on top of his. Feeling the familiar stretch as you sunk down on him, you took your time rolling your hips and coaxing quiet grunts from the man below you before either of you could even think about getting out of bed for the day.

It was rare for you to have an upper hand in the bedroom. When it came to Jack, dominance was his territory, the power associated with it fed his ego. It was uncommon to catch him in a moment of vulnerability, but sometimes you found him trading his strong willed attitude for a more docile demeanor. It often appeared when he was preoccupied or overcome with the need for relief, giving into the soft comfort of your hands on his body. He had to be just needy enough to willingly let take the lead, and even then, he could never fully submit.

He used his words in retaliation.

Maybe his rigid frame would melt under your touch, or his inhibitions would fall to the side at the sound of your pathetic little moans, but he would always rely on his words to remind you who was really in charge.

“Nice and slow just like that.” The deep rasp of his voice echoed between your bodies; his instruction still laced with sleep.

A smirk peeked through his slumber worn expression, fingertips resting at the flesh of your waist as your body pressed into his.

His head fell back into the pillow, eyes threatening to close, and you could feel his fingers hug harder into your skin with each rock of your hips.

“There you go.” He held you, trying his best to let you set the pace, but desperately wanting to tighten his grip and drag you along his body— rough and impulsive.

Your fucked-out stare scanning him from above was the only thing keeping him in check.

Your pleading eyes begged for control. They practically oozed with desperation as you rode him. It was enough to make his grasp soften as he surrendered to your desire, watching as you used him to please yourself. Used him. His dick pulsed at the notion.

Jack was addicted to you, mind numbingly obsessed with the soft gasps that fell from your lips every time you came. He swore those sounds alone could give him a buzz unlike any drug. Some nights, he’d make you finish on his fingers so many times he’d lose count. He needed to make you feel good— wanted to watch the way your body reacted to his touch. It held a different kind of control, witnessing you give yourself over to him with your back arched and your head thrown back.

“Show me how you want it baby.” His voice was attentive as he fed into your delusion of power.

You were grinding into him. Your movements bordering on pitiful with your palm flat against his chest as you held yourself upright. Little whimpers of surrender made their way from your chest with each pass of your hips over his, angling yourself just right so that his tip brushed against the perfect spot with every movement.

Fluttering shut in the inevitable anticipation of release; your eyes left his. You were basking in the warmth of his hands on your bare body; one of them trailing up your torso, the pads of his fingertips tracing into your skin, higher and higher until,

“Eyes on me.” Delicately, he held the nape of your neck, forcing your stare back on his as he pulled you closer to him.

You dumbly nodded your head. Handing him back an ounce of authority as you followed his command through a hooded gaze.

“Look at you. So goddamn pretty for me.”

Your jaw went slack at his words, mouth slightly open and brows knit together as the pressure building in your abdomen threatened its release.

He could feel each greedy response of your body— could sense your impending orgasm with every clench of your thighs, and he was done letting you take the reins.

His hips snapped up to meet yours. Thrusts moving in tandem with each grind of your hips.

“Shit- you feel too fuckin’ good.” Profanities spilled from his throat at the satisfaction of having full control.

He was holding onto your hips and fucking into you from below. The tensing of your body and the sweet moans dripping from your tongue only adding to his pleasure. You were his. He needed it— craved the promise of your devotion in the breathless praise of his name on your lips.

“Come on baby let me have it.” Growling out in a low moan, he all but begged you to finish for him— finish on him. Pushing you right over the edge with just a few simple words and the persuasive quality of his voice.

Your walls hugged tight in obedience, a string of whines leaving your throat as you came undone around him.

“There she is.” His statement of recognition seeped with affection while his grip on your hips remained unrelenting.

The high of your release persisted as Jack’s thrusts kept purpose, his hands on your body holding you steady.

“Got another one for me?” A sadistic warmth took over his voice, and he drove into you harder. The question obviously rhetorical as he made sure to hit the spot that made you clench around him.

The day began around you as gentle sunlight filled the room, but neither of you had a single thought of getting out of bed anytime soon.

#oh look! she wrote more self indulgent smut about a fictional old man!#jack abbot #the pitt #jack abbot smut #jack abbot x reader #jack abbott #jack abbott smut #jack abbott x reader #the pitt fanfiction #dr abbot #dr abbott #dr abbot smut #dr abbot x reader

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hanniebaeee · 3 months ago

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Clueless: Just friends?

Lee Know x fem!reader

Warnings: language, suggestive content MDNI

Genre: friends with benefits to lovers, fluff

Summary: You and Minho used to be friends with benefits. Until you caught feelings, and you both called it off. But Minho obviously misses you and is miserable even though he doesn't want to admit it. And his brothers have had enough of his moping.

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The arrangement with Minho had been perfect - or at least it had started that way. Opposite apartments on the same floor of your nice apartment building. You’d text each other, and within minutes, someone was at the other’s door. No strings, no drama. Just a lot of heat that left you breathless and a little sore the next day.

Until, of course, you did the one thing you promised yourself you wouldn’t do - you caught feelings.

And naturally, Minho, emotionally stunted and a menace to society, panicked. He started pulling away, making excuses every time you asked if he wanted to come over. The warmth in his teasing dimmed into something guarded.

And it hurt. A lot. His rejection wasn't something you had expected, because no matter what anyone said, he was so soft and sweet to you. But he obviously didn't want a relationship, and you both decided to stop seeing each other.

You missed him. Not just his touch, but everything else too. The way he always brought food over (making excuses about how he had extra), held you tight when you had a hard day and how his cats lived with you more than they did with him. Oh you missed the cats. They were literally your kids - and this dirty divorce had given him full custody of them.

And Minho? He was a mess. Not that he’d admit it.

And Jisung had had about enough of his best friend and his brooding.

---

Jisung: OKAY EVERYONE STOP.

Chan: What's up?

Hyunjin: What did you do?

Jisung: NOTHING. THIS IS ABOUT MINHO.

Seungmin: What did he do?

Jisung: He’s been moping for WEEKS. And I'm sick of it.

Changbin: You sure? That’s just his face.

Jisung: LISTEN. IT’S ABOUT Y/N.

Hyunjin: Ohhhhhh.

Felix: I KNEW IT.

Minho: What the hell is going on?

Jisung: OH LOOK WHO DECIDED TO SHOW UP. Jisung: YOU, SIR, ARE A DRAMA QUEEN.

---

Minho sighed. This was the last thing he needed right now.

---

Minho: I’m not moping.

Felix: Sure. And I’m not Australian.

Hyunjin: Yeah, totally not glaring at your phone at all.

Minho: It’s not about her.

Jeongin: Are you sure you didn't accidentally click her name in your contacts 12 times yesterday?

Chan: What's going on, Min?

Minho: I don't even know what you guys are going on about!

Minho: We were friends. With benefits. Not lovers. She was nice in bed. That’s it.

---

There was complete silence in the chat for a minute before it exploded.

---

Chan: No, Minho. No. No. No.

Seungmin: Okay, first of all, what the actual fuck?

Hyunjin: Bro, you did not just say that.

Jisung: YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING LOSER.

Changbin: 😡

Jeongin: Hyung, she's an angel, how could you?

Felix: We’re literally trying to save you from yourself.

Minho: Well don't.

---

Minho hated himself. He absolutely hated himself. But he couldn't dwell on the self hate because Jisung just sent a video of Minho pacing his living room like a caged animal, while ranting about you being gone.

---

Hyunjin: Wow. Ok.

Minho: 🙄

Minho: Stop. Just stop.

Chan: Look, you’re obviously miserable. Why not just talk to her?

Seungmin: Yeah, genius. It’s not like she doesn’t live 20 feet away.

Minho: What if she doesn’t feel the same?

Jeongin: I'm sorry, but you’re an idiot.

Hyunjin: Dude. She liked you enough to start this whole thing. You just have to get over your dumb commitment issues.

Changbin: Honestly, just confess. Worst-case scenario, you cry into Dori.

Minho: I hate you all.

Jisung: Hate is a strong word for someone who’s about to sob into his cat.

Minho: Fine. I’ll talk to her.

---

Minho sat on his couch, heart pounding as he stared at your number on his phone. He’d been backed into a corner by his idiot friends, and now there was no escape.

And knowing you, he had a feeling that this was going to be the single most difficult task ever.

With a frustrated groan, he stood and grabbed his hoodie. He was going to do this. Because he loved you so much, and he was miserable without you.

Across the hall, in your apartment, you were getting some work done, sipping on coffee. You heard the doorbell, and when you opened the door, you saw Minho - disheveled, nervous, and yet, as handsome as ever. And your traitorous heart did that stupid thing it always did around him.

“Hey,” he said softly, eyes meeting yours. “Can we talk?”

Minho hadn’t been this nervous in a long time. He stood at your doorstep, heart racing, and palms sweaty, his usual confidence nowhere to be seen.

And he confessed. Nothing dramatics. Just a straightforward, “I love you.”

You'd stared at him as if trying to figure out if he was high. Or had hit his head somewhere. Or if he was simply horny.

But no. Then came his little speech. I know I don't deserve you. I was an asshole (of course he was). I was afraid (as if you weren't). And more than anything - I hurt you. And I hate myself for it. Ok now that you could work with.

But as hard as you tried, sometimes you just couldn't contain that bratty side of you (one that he apparently loved).

You crossed your arms, glaring at him like he’d just run over your dog.

“You can’t just waltz over here, say ‘I love you,’ and expect me to fall into your arms,” you snapped, looking infuriatingly hot with your brows furrowed and your lips pursed in defiance. “You rejected me, Minho. Do you know much that hurt me?”

His stomach twisted.

“I… I wasn’t ready -” he stuttered, looking terrified.

“Yeah, well, now I’m not ready,” you said, taking a step back and slamming the door in his face for dramatic effect.

You leaned against the door, fuming and freaking out all together. Your hands shook so hard as you wrapped your head around the fact that Minho just confessed to you and you slammed the door on his face.

And Minho stood in the hallway, a mix of shock, frustration, and - God help him - arousal bubbling under the surface. You were bratty when you were mad, of course. It made him want to kiss you and throttle you all at once.

---

Minho: She hates me.

Hyunjin: No, she doesn't. She slammed the door on your face didn't she?

Minho: How the hell are you so accurately right?

Jeongin: It's his thing.

Felix: What happened?

Jisung: Wait. Did you confess?

Minho: YES.

Minho: AND SHE SLAMMED THE DOOR IN MY FACE.

Hyunjin: Obviously.

Chan: So she didn’t say no?

Jisung: LMFAO.

Jeongin: She’s mad at you? Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

Minho: SHE SAID A SIMPLE “I LOVE YOU” WOULDN’T WORK ON HER. WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!

Seungmin: It means she’s not an idiot.

Changbin: Exactly. You rejected her and took months to realize you’re in love. She deserves a little groveling.

Minho: GROVELING?

Felix: Oh, for sure.

---

He was not groveling. No way. Lee Minho didn't grovel. Hell no.

---

Jisung: Yeah, buddy. You gotta pull out all the stops now. Dinner, flowers, interpretive dance. The works.

Minho: STOP.

Hyunjin: Actually, the dance idea is kinda sexy. Imagine Minho doing a hip roll to apologize.

Felix: STOP IT. I’M WHEEZING.

Minho: CAN YOU ALL BE SERIOUS FOR TWO SECONDS?!

Chan: Look, the point is, you hurt her feelings. You need to show her that you’re serious.

Minho: How?! She's a damn brat. She enjoys torturing me.

Jisung: If she’s a brat, she’s gonna want to see you sweat.

Minho: She frustrates me.

Jisung: So you're sure you're just frustrated and not turned on right now?

---

Damn Jisung.

---

Jeongin: YAHHHH

Felix: You’re INTO IT???

Changbin: My man’s in love AND down bad.

Minho: Please.

Felix: Okay, focus. If groveling isn’t your style, do something you.

Hyunjin: Yeah. Seduce her with your weird cat boy energy or whatever.

Minho: You’re all useless.

Seungmin: Says the man who just admitted to being horny and clueless.

Chan: Minho, she clearly wants you to prove yourself. You’ve got to show her you’re willing to put in effort.

Hyunjin: Write her a song. Serenade her. Cry through it.

Minho: I don’t cry.

Jisung: LIES. I’ve seen you cry at those pet videos.

Minho: JISUNG YOU'RE DEAD.

Minho: What if she never forgives me?

Jeongin: She will. She’s just mad. Just play along.

Hyunjin: He’s right. Drama makes us hotter.

Minho: You're all insane 🙄

Chan: Insane but not wrong. Now, go apologize properly.

---

Minho paced his living room, his mind racing through ideas - romantic dinner? A heartfelt speech? Maybe just tossing himself at your feet and begging?

He needed a plan.

---

Minho: Fine. Give me ideas to make her forgive me.

Jisung: OHOHOHOHOHO.

Felix: Oh, this is gonna be good.

Hyunjin: Okay, everyone, let’s brainstorm.

Changbin: Classic dinner and flowers. Can’t go wrong.

Jisung: No, no. She’s mad. You need to go BIG. Like, dramatic big.

Minho: Like what? Fall to my knees in the rain?

Hyunjin: YES. Bonus points if you sob.

Minho: I’m not doing that.

Seungmin: You’re all useless. Look, Minho, she’s mad because you hurt her. You need to make her feel special. Do something that shows you actually care.

Jisung: STRIPTEASE.

Chan: Jisung.

Felix: WAIT. THAT’S ACTUALLY KIND OF FUNNY.

Hyunjin: Picture this. You show up at her door, music playing, and just start taking things off.

Minho: I want to win her back. Not make her think I'm horny.

Jisung: Coward.

---

Obviously he knew this would happen. He knew it.

---

Chan: Okay, let’s regroup. Minho, what does she like?

Minho: Being mad at me, apparently.

Jeongin: Sounds like she has taste.

Minho: She likes reading. And baking. And…dancing.

Felix: Aha! Bake her something!

Hyunjin: And while it’s baking, do a little dance. Shirtless.

Jisung: OOOH. Combine the ideas. Show up with baked goods and then do the striptease.

Minho: Oh my God.

Seungmin: You could apologize like a normal person, you know.

Felix: Where’s the fun in that?

Jisung: No, no. We need something iconic.

Felix: Okay, serious suggestion: Show her that you actually listened to her. Her favorite food? Or something thoughtful that shows you care about what she likes.

Minho: Like…?

Hyunjin: Cook her favorite meal.

Chan: Or bring her flowers that mean something.

Jisung: Or do the striptease.

Minho: STOP WITH THE STRIPTEASE.

Felix: It’s not a bad idea, you know. Women love confidence.

Minho: I’ll do the cooking idea. But if this backfires, I'm gonna hunt each one of you down and then see what happens.

Jisung: Lies. You’ll be back to cry about it.

---

Minho got to work. He spent hours perfecting your favorite meal, rehearsing his apology in front the mirror, and trying not to think about how much he wanted to kiss you. God, he just wanted to cuddle you and tell you how much his life sucked without you in it.

When he finally knocked on your door, you opened it to find him standing there, holding so many containers of food and looking uncharacteristically nervous.

“Hi,” he said, voice soft. “Can I come in?”

You crossed your arms, and sighed.

"Minho, I really don't have the time-"

"I made your favorite," he said, holding up the containers. "And I will grovel if that's what it takes."

You did love it when he cooked for you.

“This better be good.”

Minho stood in your living room, wringing his hands as you sat on the couch, glaring at him. He set the food on the coffee table and looked at you, his sharp tongue failing him for once.

“I was afraid,” he finally said, voice low.

“Afraid of what? Being happy?” You asked, arching an eyebrow.

Minho winced.

“Yes. No. I mean…God, I don’t know. You’re everything to me, okay? And I was scared I’d ruin it. And then I did ruin it, and now I’m standing here like an idiot, begging you to let me fix it.”

“You… you really mean that?” You asked, your voice softer now, your eyes obviously filling up with tears.

“I’ve been a mess without you. I love you and I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it, but I do. I love you, and I’ll spend as long as it takes proving it to you.” he whispered, and you sighed, standing up and stepping closer to him.

“You’re such a dumbass, you know that?”

“Yeah, I've been told.”

And then he cupped your cheeks with his hands and kissed you. Rough and messy, the tension melting away as your arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.

“You better not mess this up.” you muttered against his lips.

“Not a chance.”

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Minho: We’re trying the relationship thing.

Felix: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!

Hyunjin: FINALLY.

Jisung: Thank you 🙏

Changbin: Congrats, lover boy.

Chan: Proud of you, Minho.

Felix: Did she like the food?

Minho: Um, it kinda went cold. She’s heating it up now.

Hyunjin: LMAO.

Jisung: What about the striptease? Did you do it?

Minho: 🙄🙄🙄

Jisung: ANSWER THE QUESTION, COWARD.

Minho: We did strip. So… hehe.

Felix: SIR.

Hyunjin: NOT THE “HEHE.”

Jisung: I CAN’T BREATHE.

Changbin: YOU DOG.

Chan: Minho, for the love of God.

Minho: You asked.

Jisung: My dude really said, “She forgave me, and then we got NAKED.” ICONIC.

Jeongin: Please. I just came here to see if Minho hyung was still single, and now I want to bleach my brain.

Chan: Can we not, for once, be so feral?

Hyunjin: You’re in the wrong chat for that, Christopher.

Jisung: Anyway, so… did you, like, destroy the house or… ?

Minho: I will never speak to any of you again.

Jisung: YOU CAN’T JUST DROP “WE STRIPPED” AND THEN LEAVE.

Felix: It’s called a cliffhanger, Ji. Let the man be mysterious.

Hyunjin: Yeah, mysterious about how whipped he is.

Felix: Totally

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xo2dee · 3 months ago

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OPIA/GOJO NSFW WEEK 2023 - DAY FIVE: BREEDING

PAIRING: Gojo Satoru x (Fem)Reader WARNINGS: MDNI/18+ ONLY. Breeding kink, vaginal sex, rough sex, creampie, dirty talk, mentions of pregnancy. WORD COUNT: 2,336 SUMMARY: Honestly, it was a wonder it didn't happen sooner in your marriage Or: Gojo and you explore the wonders of not using a condom.

A/N: i would probably have like 6 kids if i was married to gojo ngl, just bc we wouldnt wrap it up LMAO

Marriage was something you hadn’t necessarily prepared yourself for – well, you wouldn’t necessarily say that. Of course, you’d thought about it, more-so as a child whenever you had your Barbie dolls getting married to one another or when you got older and began to watch more Romcoms that usually ended with the titular characters getting married. So yeah, you did sometimes think about getting married, but you would stand by and say that you actually never thought about it.

And boy, when you did get married, you realized a lot of the Romcoms were leaving out the intricate threads of the relationship within.

Your husband was of no issues; in fact you very much loved him and could safely say after years of dating before he popped the big question, that he very much loved you as well. He was handsome to boot, he was so, so, so, so funny, he called you silly names and kissed your cheek when he left the house for the day, he was very attentive to you and your needs, and all in all he actually loved you.

On November 14th (just a year and half prior), you became Mrs. Gojo, your husband being the Gojo Satoru of course. A big name to add onto yourself, but nothing too daunting since you’d been there for each other every step of the way. No, it was more… the intimate parts of your relationship that started to see a change whenever you settled a year into your relationship. And it all started when you found yourself having an urge – families with babies and swollen bellies carrying a life in them that your mind reeling and kept you up at night thinking of the possibilities you could’ve had with Satoru.

You kept it to yourself, but that wasn’t to say you didn’t drop hints. It started with cooing at baby clothes whenever you took him shopping with you, his eyebrow rising behind his glasses but nothing coming from it. Or whenever you took to babysitting your friends kids, bringing it up to him every time you saw on social media someone you knew was pregnant, or the most important when you had announced that you’d be getting off of birth control. He’d been somewhat surprised, asking you if it was for health reasons or others, but you only offered a small smile while telling him that he was welcome to throw away the condoms he had if he wanted to – to which he gladly did, your own interest piquing at how inanely willing he was to just go along with it.

(“Unlimited creampies,” he’d joked, tossing every he had condom away and grinning like a shark once he did so. You should’ve known that he’d really meant it too.)

You should’ve known, however, Satoru could read you like a book.

That’s how you found yourself clutching the pillow underneath your head for dear life as Satoru’s cock was all but rearranging your organs while his hands had a near death grip on your hips in the process.

Your legs took purchase hitched up on top of his shoulders, your heels nearly touching your ears as he literally bent you in half so that he could fuck you better. The temperature in the room was boiling, perspiration lining your bodies down from the forehead to the conjunction of where both of your bodies were currently smacking into one and another. The only sounds you were really able to make out was the smacking of his skin into yours, the headboard of your shared bed knocking into the wallpaper you desperately wanted to change, and your gasped out moans all jumbled in words varying of his name and praises from the ferocity of his movements.

His face was a God-given sight to see; all flushed and his eyebrows knotted together in ecstasy as he kept his jaw clenched yet allowed his poorly concealed groans leave his mouth. It didn’t help you were talking filthy in his ear either, the loud exhales growling and the grip on your hips bruising every time you moaned out his name driving him forward push and stretch your insides as much as he could. Your earlier admission to how you wanted to feel him cum inside of you had seemingly pushed him over the edge, and you hadn’t even gotten the part where you wanted to tell him to put baby in you.

Unclutching the fabric of the pillow you slid your hands out to dig your nails into his back, earning you a grunt and a particular hard thrust as he pulled out back far enough until his tip was resting on your opening before diving back in. It was insane on how good he felt, your toes curling as that ball of fire behind your naval burned further towards your eventual release whenever he fucked into you harder.

You panted out again as your body rocked underneath his in unison to his hips, mouth finding his ear again to push at his resolve more, “If I would’ve known you – mmmGod – known you’d be like this, I would’ve – fuckrightthere – would’ve begged you more.”

Normally Satoru was so talkative; he just talked, talked, and talked, especially in the bedroom. Yet you supposed he more focused on concentrating than anything, his eyelashes fluttering at your words and thumbs digging into your ribcage the more he slid your bodies further up to the bed. It made you purse your lips, his lack of responding to you, and you knew if you wanted to drive him wild you’d have to really tell him what you wanted.

Your fingers traced back up to his nape, curl a few strands fingers around his hair there as you pressed a kiss to his jaw and whispered in finality into his ear, “Satoru… I want you to cum. I want you to put a baby in me.”

Your husband abruptly stopped for a moment, your body and mind nearly seizing in fear that you had said the wrong thing, however he was quick to recover. Meeting your eyes with an intensely dilated pupil as he searched your face, and once he found what he was looking for, he was already moving once more. And you really didn’t have to say anything else to urge him on either.

His pace was faster than before, your eyes rolling and stomach knotting up from the force of his cock stretching and pounding into your pussy, and you couldn’t strangle a moan out as his mouth covered your own. He trapped your tongue without any remorse, sucking on it feverishly as the slaps of your skin meeting echoed throughout the bedroom and the sounds of your pussy wet and garbled reached your ears to make your cheeks warm up. He was already teetering on a side of rough sex beforehand, but by then Satoru was full-blown feral.

He released your mouth with a pop, a string of spit connecting you both as you could only look headily up at him, his cheeks flushed and teeth flashing in a grin. “Mmm, you think I didn’t know? Droppin’ all those hints�� I was just waiting on you to say it,” a hand left your body to squeeze your cheeks, puckering your lips as he pried your lips open, “Is that what you wanted? Wanted me to fuck you stupid and fill you up with enough cum that you’d get pregnant? Is that what it was?”

You couldn’t necessarily answer him, his thumb pressing down on your tongue only left you mumbling and keening with gasping whines as he fucked you. Your body grow hotter the more he spoke, however, a weak nod you gave to encourage him onward to keeping talking as you began to feel your climax spiral throughout your body.

“I wish you could see yourself; you got that look in your eye that’s just begging me to ruin you. You want my cum so bad you can’t stand it, can you?” his fingers left your cheeks to pull down on your chin, forcing your mouth to open a little wider as his thumb hooked itself onto your bottom teeth, forcing your moans out into the open air and your tongue swiping forward to lick at the appendage. He gave a breathy laugh, his hips further into you that made you back arch and thighs scream at the way your body was bending to his will, and he leant down far enough to skim his lips over your own, “You’d look so good – with my cum inside of you and a baby fucked into you… Just say it again for me.”

You tried to answer him, you really did, but your mind was teetering on a slippery slope and your body was falling prey to its desires, it was suffocating you. Your breaths intermingled with one another in lost kisses and nips, his own fanning across your burning cheeks and his grunts rising in octave to near moans to signal he was at his own impending release. You mumbled a jumble of something you weren’t necessarily too sure of, his pelvis rubbing against your clit making your eyes roll back and he pushed forward more.

“Say it again.”

His thumb trailed away down onto your chin, an afterthought of saliva following after him, “I want a baby. Fuck a baby into me.”

Satoru’s eyebrows furrowed inwards, one hand slipping away to press against your swollen clit and his thrusts growing to an alarming rate. He had mastered knowing just what spots inside of you to get you to come undone for him; he knew which way to rub your clit as well, a pattern he was doing at that moment that your lower abdomen twitching and curling in on itself in an effort to keep yourself from cumming to early on him lest he was dragging it out. And given how your thighs were beginning to shake and his thrust were begging to grow sloppy and uneven, you knew neither of you would last much longer given all that dirty talk and moaned promises.

His hips pushed into you desperately, nearly hard enough to leave you with bruises and your fingers found purchase to scratching along his back, something that was rewarded with Satoru’s back arching and a groan pushing through his swollen lips. His cock twitched fervently – a pulse when it slotted up fully inside of you, and a warning that he was about to cum.

“Say it again,” he pleaded, fingers twitching on your clit as it was slippery with your own juices. His cheeks grew redder, sweat glistening all across his body and you had half a mind to engrave the way he looked into memory for future reference when he was away and you two more than likely engaged in phone sex. When you didn’t answer him for a moment, he sighed and pinched your clit with a kiss to the side of your mouth, “Please.”

You couldn’t deny him, garbling it on in a mess of whines and sighs, “I want you to cum inside me… Cum so much there’s no way I don’t get pregnant.”

Satoru groaned, "That's it.” His intentions became clear after that, deliberately slamming his cock against that oh-so sweet spot inside of your pussy. Your head began to spin, muscles tightening up and on the verge of your tendons stretching outwards, you could feel yourself losing the hold you had on your orgasm. It started to slip from you, fingernails digging crescents into his back and your toes curling at his heated groans jolting straight towards your clit. Satoru at that point had become desperate, uneven and choppy thrusts jostling you upwards on the bed as his voice tuned out into a whine, "Say my name when you cum – say it."

You couldn’t take it; mind full of thoughts of your husband cumming into you and finally fulfilling your wants. And even if it didn’t stick that time around, you both could always keep trying, just cumming –

"Satoru!"

You finally came, a guttural cry of his name that you’d never done before and something he picked up om as well. Cunt spasming sporadically around his hot cock and soaking it completely with your cum, you gasped with a radically arched back and nails sunken fully into his skin. Your eyes fluttered in a hazy gaze, ears tuning back in from brief lapse into nirvana to listen and feel Satoru cum inside of you for the first time. He was always a whiner more than a groaner, spilling into your mouth or hand, but he sounded particularly more whiney once he finally jolted forward with a keening gasp of your name and thick spurts of his cum coated your insides. You felt so full – complete, as his cock twitched and throbbed once the rounds of his cum were settle inside of you, a longing sense of more prickling your mind when you thought of what it could accomplish.

Satoru sighed after a long moment, hand falling away from your clit to steady himself as he leant forward to press a wet kiss to your cheek, and pulling away from you with another exhale to survey how you looked. Your legs fell from his shoulders, boneless and weak, and fell open on their own as your breathing slowed down and you managed to catch your senses as your only heard him hum.

It wasn’t seconds later his long fingers were pushing back into your sensitive pussy, your walls clenching around them as a spark ignited up behind your naval as his prodding. His cum was sloshed around into you by his fingers, a light laugh breaking itself free from his chest a moment later when you began to slowly rock your hips to the rhythm to how his fingers were pushing his cum back inside of you.

“Glad you’re as optimistic as I am, because I’ve got a lot of plans for us now…”

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dollgxtz · 9 months ago

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Ok a fic where reader and sylus are at a business meeting, she “offers” herself as payment (maybe as a joke or just to rile sylus idk) and he makes sure to remind her who she belongs to? Please???

Kindred Spirits

Word Count: 5.1k

Tags: sylus x fem!reader, possessiveness, ownership, spanking, hitting, slight blood mention, pet names like kitten & sweetie, creampie, rough sex, crying, slight fluff at the end :3

AN: Anon ur a literal genius. This has Sylus written all over it. Im so happy to be back posting another story for you all! Also happy to announce my masterlist is now complete and can be found in my pinned! Ty all! Enjoy and remember, my asks are open for any character, Sylus is just my husband LOL. Remember to read my pinned before requesting please! This is a bit tamer than my other stories but trust I am cooking up some deviant content as soon as I publish this one :33

“Finally…”

You nearly collapse near your front door. A whole week of your life. Gone. To what you ask? Dealing with wanderers on a special aid mission. Sure sure, the job paid well but it had been weeks since your last off day. Every time it seemed like one was around the corner here they go with some emergency call and a spill about how some rich politician needed help or something.

You were starting to get tired of cleaning up other people’s mistakes.

You fumbled with your keys, fingers numb from the biting cold. The wind whipped around you, making you shiver as you tried to fit the right key into the lock. Your breath came out in visible puffs, and you could feel the frustration building with each failed attempt. Finally, with a relieved sigh, you heard the click of the lock turning.

The still warm air is such a welcoming contrast to the wind and biting cold outside. You quickly shut your door and melt to the floor, your feet aching with relief as the pressure you had been putting on them subsided. Peace at last. Time for a hot shower an-

Your peace was cut short with the distinct tone of your phone ringing. And not just any ring tone. The one you had set specifically for a certain white haired man that only ever brought trouble. Wondering if you should even pick up, you bring the phone to your face, knowing that you were going to answer regardless.

“Sylus…I’m really tired. Can we talk lat-"

“Long time no see kitten. You should stop by for a bit, hm?”

You roll your eyes, suppressing the urge to scoff out loud. Arrogant prick, you think, irritated by his inability to let you finish a sentence without interrupting. How did he even know you were home now?

You sigh deeply, feeling the tension building, and rub your temples to alleviate the mounting frustration. No, you tell yourself firmly. You wouldn’t put up with this today. Maybe another day, but definitely not today.

"Actually, no. I just returned from a week-long aid mission. Not today," you say firmly, aiming to be clear and resolute in your decision to stay put. Sylus however, seems to sense the cracks in your resolve and only responds with a chuckle.

“I want to see you. I’ll have Luke and Kieran come get you since you’re so tired”.

“Hu-”

“See you soon. They’re en route. Ciao”

The phone clicks, signaling the end of the call. For whatever reason, your ever growing frustration simply dissipates, defeat taking its place. You should be used to this by now. Sylus always gets what he wants. And you always let him. It goes without saying that it’s the same way for you as well. At least, Sylus always gives you what you want if it doesn’t interfere with his need to lay his eyes on you at least once in awhile. He knew that you wouldn’t push this though. You both knew.

Deep down, you wanted to see him too.

You asked Luke and Kieran to wait outside for a bit while you took a brisk shower and freshened up. Those two had always been very patient and understanding. You felt bad “bossing” them around, and yet they always insisted that you could. Though Luke had admitted on one occasion that he never expected to be helping a girl find hair ties or carrying shopping bags while working for Onychinus.

The statement had made you laugh a bit. You finally finish dressing in some plain sweats and rush to the car. Luke and Kieran are waiting outside of a dark colored jeep. Not too flashy as to not draw attention, but it was still clearly very expensive.

“Actually miss, Boss wanted you to wear these” Luke says, holding out an expensive looking dress. Clearly designed by hand and tailored to your measurements. Kieran follows his lead, holding out a box containing a pair of earrings and a lavish looking necklace.

“Huh? What’s this for? A date?”

“Business. That’s all he said” Kieran chimed in. Although you couldn’t see their faces, you knew they had no reason to lie to you about this.

“Ah. Dragging me into more trouble. Got it”.

When the three of you finally arrived to the location, the sun had already set for the day. You darted your eyes back and forth, squinting above at the bright neon sign of the establishment.

“We’re not going to the N109 Zone? This is a nightclub…” you mutter, taken aback by the unfamiliar surroundings. When did this even get here? There were plenty of clubs in Linkon of course, but you never seemed to notice this one. Not that you knew much about the night life to begin with. People were lined up at the entrance, chatting, fixing makeup, or texting.

“Boss wants you here. He’s waiting inside. Enjoy your time miss” Luke said, amusement written all over his tone. He gets out of the passenger seat to open the door and lend you a hand. You rolled your eyes, not wanting to appear shaken up by the situation. Sylus was always full of surprises. This was no different, act confident.

At least, that’s what you tried to tell yourself. After getting almost immediate entrance into the club with just a simple nod from the guard, you enter. As you walk inside the club, Luke and Kieran not far behind you, you can tell this was no ordinary night club. Everyone here was dressed lavishly and sharp, clearly possessing power and ulterior motives. A few eyes lay on you as you walk in, and you feel your hands start to sweat.

Keep cool. This isn’t the first time you’ve been around high ranking individuals. This is probably some test he set up…right? Or some kind of joke to get a laugh?

Clenching your fists, your eyes dart and search for a tall figure with white hair, feeling more nervous by the second that you don’t see him. You’re about to turn around and ask one of the twins, but at last your gaze settles on him, sipping on a glass of Gin Fizz. He’s sitting in a velvety booth by himself, people watching. He’s wearing his black button up with red streaks across it, coat hanging on his shoulders per usual. As if he felt you staring, his eyes shift to meet yours. He sets down his glass, giving you you a small smirk. His eyes narrow, sending a very clear message.

Come here.

As if you were suddenly possessed, your feet seem to start moving on their own. You weren’t sure if you were relieved to see him or if it was just the relief of seeing a familiar face in an unfamiliar place. You take a few deep breaths as you approach, readying your witful replies to any of his attempts to make fun of you. Without making any sound or looking at him, you quietly slide in next to him.

“You look nice. Seems I was right about this look on you” Sylus says, taking another sip of his drink. His eyes wander up and down behind the glass, seemingly devouring you. You squirm under his gaze.

“Hm. Thanks. This gift is the least you can do after dragging me to do whatever you want on a whim once again” you scoff, eyeing the full glass that sits on the table. It’s another glass of Gin Fizz, probably for Sylus. There’s three other very empty glasses on the table.

This man can definitely hold his alcohol.

He chuckles, taking a finger and pushing the glass of Gin closer to you.

“Don’t be like that sweetie. Loosen up a bit, you’ll need it”

“For what exactly? Business?” you mock, picking up the Gin. You didn’t exactly like the taste of this particular alcohol of choice but Sylus was right about one thing. Some liquid courage was definitely needed for whatever shenanigans he was dragging you into tonight.

“Yeah. Figured I could use Linkon’s darling Miss Hunter as backup” Sylus chuckles, watching you nearly choke as you take three big gulps of the drink. You squeeze your eyes in disgust as you finish the rest of the glass, shooting a death glare in his direction as you set it down.

“You’re perfectly capable. Don’t mock me Sylus”. You grit your teeth in irritation, almost ready to rip him to shreds with your words. Clearly your tone has no effect on him though, as all you get in return is a soft smile. Sylus places a hand on your upper leg, slowing sliding his fingers under your dress. You gasp, the coldness of his fingers making you twitch a bit. The warmness of your skin mixed with his cold touch makes the sensation feel like icy fire.

“Or what? You’ll use this on me?” he smirks, tugging on the concealed gun strapped under your dress. “I’m all for it honestly”

You slap his hand away, the woozy feeling from the Gin Fizz starting to kick in. What was in this drink? It was strong. Too strong.

“Pervert. Always touching me, making fun of me. Maybe I will shoot you. Again.” you growl, turning your head away from him. You attempt to scoot away as well, but are met with a strong grip around your waist as you’re pulled into closer proximity with him. Sylus grabs your chin and lifts it towards his face. He leans down a bit, the smell of alcohol and his bourbon vanilla cologne making you feel even more dizzy.

“You can put your claws away now kitten. Don’t make me have to melt your little tantrum away” he coos, gently caressing your face with his thumb.

You stare at him, dumbfounded, desperately searching your sluggish brain for a comeback but finding yourself too flustered to form any words. The look in Sylus’s eyes shifts from a smug expression to a much softer, almost tender gaze, and you wonder what his next move will be. Your face starts to burn as you feel heat rising in your core, your heart pounding in your chest. Panic sets in as you consider the possibilities, your mind racing with the fear of what might come next.

Don’t tell me he’s going to…?!

"You're so...confusing" you mutter.

You’re just about to try and squirm from his grip, when Luke and Kieran tap on the table, catching yalls attention.

“Boss man, Val says he’s ready for ya” Luke says, nonchalantly ignoring the scene that’s displayed in front of him. Sylus releases your face, his face going serious again. He gets up, reaching out a hand to help you out of the booth.

“Time for business, sweetie”

You’re guided by the twins and Sylus past the sweaty bodies on the dance floor to a somewhat hidden room located downstairs. The area the stairs led to was blocked off by a singular rope, clearly only meant for a select crowd.

In the room there’s a long black table, cards and chips all over it. There’s a few prominent figures already seated, along with a few bodyguards standing near the door. Sylus pulls a seat out for you, before taking his own. You study the figure that’s sitting at the head of the table as you sit. He’s short, a bit chubby, dark hair, smoking a cigar. A scar sits angrily on his forehead and you wonder what kinda grudges led to such an injury. He notices you looking at him, and gives you a devilish grin. Some of his teeth are crooked or missing.

All that money and he can't fix his smile?

You shudder. Sylus looks over at you, and back to the man at the head of the table. He’s reading you, clearly sensing your nervousness. He says nothing, simply reaching a hand over to rest on your thigh.

“Was starting to think you were going to keep me waiting Sylus. Seems you didn’t run after all” he laughs, wheezing a bit as he takes another puff of his cigar. You wrinkle your nose a bit as the potent smell hits your senses.

“I couldn’t turn down a game of cards with my dear old friend” Sylus says, irritation coating the last word. “Let’s keep things civil this time, hm Valentino?”

Valentino bursts into laughter, clearly amused. Despite his laughter, you couldn’t ignore the murderous tension in the air. Something tells you this isn’t any regular game of cards. You gulp, trying to force yourself to look at everyone at the table and smile.

“Well hello little lady. Sylus, you didn’t tell me you kept such gorgeous company…” Val says, his eyes snaking all over your body. You feel Sylus squeeze your thigh, clearly irritated. He pulls out a coin from his coat pocket, seemingly trying to channel his frustrations into something else.

“You know I’m not really the type to share, Val. She’s all mine. Down to every single strand of hair”. Sylus ends, catching the coin and shooting a glare in the man’s direction. It was plain, but conveyed a message very well.

You feel your palms start to sweat. Was he being serious right now?? You side eye him, trying to piece out whether or not this was some kind of facade you’re supposed to play into. Valentino clearly takes Sylus’s words as a challenge.

“I’ll give you twenty million for her. Maybe fifty million if you make her give us a little strip show. What do ya say? She looks so soft. Probably makes cute noises too…~” he chuckles, likely enjoying the look of surprise that washes across your face.

Sylus remains quiet, his face unmoving, frozen in a pissed glare. You don’t know if it was the alcohol you drank earlier, or if it was some inkling of an attempt to dissipate the tension, but you clear your throat and begin to speak.

“Well Sylus? You can share can’t you? It’s quite the generous offer Mr. Valentino. I’m quite flattered actually.” you express, putting on your best smug look. Sylus stiffens, a somewhat shocked expression washing over him. Valentino erupts into yet another fit of laughter, seemingly unable to contain himself. Turning to look back at Sylus, you see it in his face briefly. An uncaged look of rage before it quickly dissipates.

Shit. Shouldn’t have said that.

Far too late to stop now though.

“You heard the lady Sylus. Why don’t you try sharing just this once? What I would give to taste that sweet little body of he-”

Sylus slams a revolver on the table, then calmly starts picking up cards from the deck.

"I'd suggest you stop talking and start playing the game, Mr. Valentino," Sylus snarls, his words dripping with venom. The fury in his voice is palpable, and it's clear he's reached the end of his patience.

You give Val a sly look, feigning pity. “Ah, sorry Valentino. Seems this one can’t quite let me go yet”. You don’t know what you were trying to achieve, but it’s certainly not working to dissipate any tension. Val doesn’t respond to you though, all his focus on Sylus now.

“My dear friend. You should know me by now. There’s something I’m much more interested in now than some money. Now I want the girl, or nothing”.

Valentino wears a shit eating grin on his face, soaking in the fact that he thinks he’s gained some control of the situation, unaffected by the gun on the table. Sylus simply sighs, rubbing his fingers against the temple of his forehead.

“I see where this is going then”.

You barely process what’s happening before everything and everyone starts moving. As soon as Sylus begins to stand, Valentinos guards start shooting. Sylus wastes no time flipping the large table, sending the cards and game chips flying everywhere. You yelp as he yanks you towards him using his body and the table to shield the oncoming attack of bullets. You hear Luke and Kieran joining in the frenzy, yelling obscenities as they begin shooting their own hidden weapons.

You swiftly reach for the weapon concealed beneath your dress, your fingers brushing against the cool metal as you draw it out. Turning to face Sylus, you ready yourself for his instructions, your body tense with anticipation. Instead of giving you orders, he locks eyes with you, his gaze piercing through you with an intensity that feels like it's reaching into your very soul. The silence is heavy, charged with unspoken tension as bullets whip past the both of you, and you can feel your heartbeat quicken in response.

“I need you alive for what’s coming sweetie. Pay attention, stay close”

You blink. Twice. Unable to process his words before he yanks you both up, one hand using his evol to send the table crashing into several bodyguards. The four of you fight your way through the onslaught of people coming into the door, before eventually dashing up the stairs. People are running in all directions, seemingly caught up in the chaos of everything. You all manage to make it out the door and into the brisk cold air, the twins quickly hopping into the car to whisk you away.

“Go on, I’ll catch up soon” Sylus states, hurriedly pushing you into the car and slamming the door before you could protest. He signals Kieran to drive off, and that he does.

“He’s…going to level the building. Isn’t he?” you sigh, sighing at the fact that Sylus seemed to conveniently forget that this was in fact not the lawless land of the N109 Zone. No doubt the Hunter’s Association would have to investigate for potential wanderer activity, and that would be a lot of paperwork.

"It's fine. He owned that place anyway. He'll just build another," Luke says, his voice calm and unbothered. Just as the words leave his mouth, a deafening boom erupts behind the car, shaking the ground beneath yall. The explosion's shockwave rattles the windows, and the sky lights up with a fiery glow, cutting off Luke's next sentence mid-breath.

You groan.

The twins did drive you to the N109 this time, swiftly helping you out the car and into Sylus’s private villa. When you entered the front door, a nightgown and lacy underwear were laid neatly out for you in his room, your arrival clearly anticipated.

It wasn’t more than an hour before Sylus waltzed in the front door, eyeing your slouching figure on the couch. You sit up as soon as you see him, still somewhat annoyed.

“What took you so damn long? Also do you have to level every building you come across?” you spat, glaring at him. He says nothing though, walking straight past you and into his room.

“Huh? Sylus?? What the hell…”

Not liking the feeling of being ignored, you hurriedly chased after him. You had never really been uncomfortable barging into his room. You had done it plenty of times at this point, the first time being when he had challenged you to steal the brooch from him. No point in being shy now. He’s fumbling with something in his drawer when you reach up to tap his shoulder.

“Sylus! Don’t ignore me, I know you ca-”

He swiftly turns around, grabbing your wrist before you can touch him. His gaze is unreadable, cold even. You start to sweat, trying to take your arm back. But he only squeezes tighter.

"I was hoping you'd leave me be so I could calm down. But of course you're as petulant as ever" he says.

"Let go! What's wrong with you!?" You attempt to remove his hand from your wrist but he doesn't budge.

“Go to the bed. Place your hands on it” he says, face unchanging.

“Huh??”

“I don’t like to repeat myself”.

You freeze for only a moment before quickly moving to the bed. You meticulously put your hands where instructed, something deep in your core telling you that it’s likely best to listen for now. However, you can’t help to look over your should to quip at Sylus. You’re slightly bent at an angle, trying your best to keep your balance.

“What’s this about? I’m not that upset that you reduced the building to rubble”

Sylus snakes his way behind you, quietly, as if thinking of what to say. He reaches out a hand, grabbing the ends of your nightgown and moving the soft fabric around in his fingers. You feel the heat rise to your face, the skin of your ass feeling a slight gush of cold air.

“You like playing games with me, don’t you? Testing me” he says coldly, fingers trailing up the back of your legs slowly. You shiver, attempting to squirm away. His evol appears around you, its tight grip making you cry out.

Oh. This was about that.

“Huh?? No, I was just playing along. Just friendly banter yknow?” you say, voice wavering. You’ve clearly pissed him off. A part of you knows it’s a slight lie. You didn’t want to admit it out loud but it was kind of amusing to see Sylus get so riled up over something. Over you especially. But you hadn’t exactly done it fully on purpose. It was the alcohol.

But you knew he wasn’t buying it, as observant as he was.

“Sure. You were just pretending to act like a stray kitten trying to find a new owner?” he smirks, his fingers beginning to trace circles over the cloth of your panties. You let out a small whine, his touch just barely grazing your already wet cunt.

“Owner? I don’t belong to you. Or anyone” you scoff, the resolve in your voice wavering with every little circle he completes on your skin. You almost whine in disappointment when he pulls away.

“And yet…” Sylus trails off, leaving you with aching curiosity before you’re met with stinging pain on your ass. You cry out, unable to move with his evol still snaked around you. “You did exactly what I told you to do just now, wear the clothes I leave out for you, and practically melt everytime I even barely touch you”.

“Sylus?! What the hell was that…?!” you exclaim, trying your hardest to process his words and the situation at hand. He doesn’t respond, proceeding to gently caress the spot where he smacked you. The stinging pain gently eases away, and you feel yourself relaxing with his touch once again. He once again trails his fingers down to your clothed pussy, rubbing slow and meticulous circles around it. You start to whine, attempting to push yourself into his fingers for more friction. He pulls his hand away, making a disapproving sigh.

“Acting like you’re in heat per usual” he chuckles, watching as you wiggle around under the grip of his evol. “This is a punishment”.

“For what? Cause I let some sick and ugly looking crime boss think he had a chance with me?”

Sylus wastes no time bringing his hand to your ass again, earning another painful whine out of you. You feel tears forming in your eyes that you can’t wipe away. He’s certainly not holding back his strength, and yet you know this isn’t even a third of the force he could use on you.

“For entertaining him” he says plainly.

Another smack.

“Another for stupidly handing over your life, body and soul for a measly twenty million”

An even harder hit, this one fueled by rage.

“And lastly…”

You nearly choke as he delivers the final blow, your ass definitely bruising by now. Sylus offers no comfort this time, instead leaning down next to your crying face, breath hot against your ear.

“For forgetting that you belong to me, just as much as I belong to you. Kindred spirits remember?”

You have no chance to respond before he’s flipping you on your back, your nightgown flying up to reveal your wet panties.

“I-im sorry, Sy” you choke, tears blurring your vision.

“Show me then, sweetie. Spread your legs. Wide” he instructs, reaching up to brush your tears away. This isn’t done lovingly, more like calculated and cold.

This is far from over.

You silently but shakingly open your legs, your ass still painfully aching from his assault. You’re surprised when he doesn’t rip your underwear in two, choosing to rather peel them off your legs slowly. You notice the hunger in his eyes as he does so, as if savoring the view of your cunt at his fingertips. A small drop of arousal pools down your ass, and Sylus scoops it up with one finger.

You watch as he puts his finger in his mouth, savoring the drop of you with swiftness. His piercing gaze never leaves yours though, and you want to suddenly run away and hide. This is beyond thrilling, but you try your best to remain as still as possible, scared that he’ll think you’re enjoying it too much and punish you accordingly.

You suddenly can’t take the tension anymore, and close your eyes. You hear the sound of Sylus removing his belt from its loops, then the loud clang as it hits the floor. You feel the bed shift as he lowers himself over you, his face stopping just inches over yours, indicated by the sudden feel and warmth of his breath. He grabs your face in his hand and squeezes your jaw. Hard.

“Look at me kitten” he commands, his tone filled with unkempt rage and anger. Your eyes fly open, terrified.

“I’m the only one that will ever taste you. Repeat it” he says. Before you can get a word out, he’s pushing the fat tip of his cock in your entrance. You cry out in agony, nowhere near ready to have been penetrated. But he doesn’t stop filling you.

“Repeat it. Or I’ll hit you again. Do you want that?”

“You’re t-the…ah!” you whine, his cock halfway inside you at this point. Your poor cunt feels like it’s being impaled, splitting pain soaring through your core.

“Try again”

You let out a whimper, trying your best to push through the pain and put thoughts into words.

“You’re the oh-only one that gets to taste me” you choke out, voice wavering and your eyes teary. Sylus gives a hard thrust, pushing the rest of his length inside you. You cry out again, feeling like you’re on the verge of passing out. Sylus seems unmoved by your outbursts though.

“And?”

You stare at him, barely able to see his face through the tears. What? What does he mean and? He didn’t say anything else did he?

“Hu-what?”

You hear him sigh with disapproval, giving you yet another hard thrust. And another. And another. You’re clinging onto his back now, nails digging into his skin as the sound of the bed creaking and your pants fill the room. Blood has probably been drawn on his back, not that he’d even notice. You can hear him grunting in your ear, clearly enjoying the feeling of you tightening around him when you tense from the pain. Although it still hurts, you can feel yourself accumulating to the shape and size of his length, and the pain lessons a bit more with each thrust. He stops once again, tilting your face in his grip.

“What did I say you forgot? Or is this kitten filled with too much cock to think straight now?” he mocks. You can hear the smile on his face despite not being able to see him clearly. Heat creeps up on your cheeks as you wrack your brain for answers.

“I-you…we’re kindred spirits?”

“Before that sweetie”

You blink the tears on your face away, your vision becoming a bit more clear. Although he’s still gazing down at you, his expression is not as angry as before. Seems he’s gotten a bit of his pent up anger out now.

“I belong to you, Sylus” you say, voice small and whiny from crying. That’s definitely what he wanted to hear, as he began to pepper kisses on your neck, on your cheek, and eventually resting on your lips. You greedily return his affection, leaning into this feverish kiss, the both of you only periodically stopping to pant for air between kisses. He stops, resting his forehead with yours, gazing into your eyes once more.

“And I belong to you. What’s mine is yours. All of it”

You don’t get a chance to respond before he’s thrusting again, this time with a continuous and steady pace. You cling onto him, the exchange of flowery words and rigorous thrusting already bringing you on the verge of ecstasy. Sylus already noticed long before you did though, as he brought his hand between the two of you, circling your clit further your stimulation.

“Go ahead, come undone for me” he whispers, voice strained for nearly being at his end too. Your body obeys, unraveling and writhing with pleasure as Sylus continues to pound into you. You ride your orgasm to its end, till the touching of your clit becomes too much and you whine from overstimulation.

“Sylus…!” you moan, and he stops, already at the start of his own climax. You shudder as you feel him spill into you, his seed immediately beginning to pool down your cunt and to your ass. He pulls his heavy cock out of you, a feeling of emptiness taking its place. For a moment nothing is said, just the sound of the both of you catching your breath.

You decide to break the silence.

“Sylus…I’m really sorry” you start, looking up at him. He simply chuckles, placing a kiss on your cheek before getting up to grab a rag from the bathroom.

“You’ve taken your punishment quite well, why are you apologizing again sweetie?” he says from the bathroom, coming back to wipe you clean. You scoff, slightly tensing from the coldness of the cloth.

“Hmph. Fine, I take it back then. I’m holding a grudge anyways for how hard you hit me”

He simply sighs as he finishes wiping you up. “Back with the infamous wit already? Can’t a man catch a break?”

You sit up, feeling emboldened once more.

“Nope. Maybe don’t hit me with the strength of a thousand suns next time and we’ll see”

Sylus tosses the rag in a laundry basket, making his way back to your side. He pulls you into his arms, embracing you in his warmth. You can’t help but smile against his chest.

“Well, good thing I have all night to make it up to you”

You lightly pinch his side, giggling into his embrace. A question crosses your mind.

"Did you mean it Sylus? We belong to each other?"

Sylus took your face in his hand, giving you a slight smile.

"I don't say stuff I don't mean. You know this"

That's the furthest he was willing to explain it. At least for now. Who knows what kind of power trip would ensue if you truly knew how much you had the big bad leader of Onychinus wrapped around your finger.

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the grid: dealing with your childhood stuffed animal!

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featuring: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Franco Colapinto, Logan Sargeant, Daniel Riccardo, Liam Lawson, Charles LeClerc, Carlos Sainz, Arthur LeClerc, Ollie Bearman, Max Verstappen, Paul Aron, Jack Doohan.

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Oscar Piastri: cutie pie

Bro is a gentleman through and through

He will tuck it in

He always grabs it if it falls of the bed

When he washes it he calls it a ‘spa day’

Cutie patootie

During sex he does usually push it off the bed, but he puts them back after. (he understands it doesn't want to see that).

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Lando Norris: drama queen

Could he complain more?

He’s not even that jealous of it, he just doesn’t like when you’re cuddling with it instead of him.

When you do that, he will cling to you like his life depends on it, sighing and groaning every time you laugh at him.

“Wow, I wish I had someone who could hold me right now, too bad you’re busy cheating on me..”

Drama queen.

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George Russell: tentative

He’s friendly with it, but he’s not its biggest fan.

When he came into your room for the first time, he was quite startled by it.

But he’s grown to appreciate it.

He knows all its name for sure, and when he’s putting it back, he puts them with its ‘friends’

(Bro has made up story lines in his head about it and your other teddies).

Definitely got the stuffed-teddy version of himself that Mercedes has and gave it to you.

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Lewis Hamilton: chill guy

He’s chill with it.

He doesn’t make it a big deal, but sometimes if Roscoe isn’t in the room, he’ll talk to it about you while you're taking ages to get ready.

Like pretending it can hear him and complaining like a sassy man.

You almost always throw a pillow at both of them.

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Kimi Antonelli: confused but supportive

Supportive, but he doesn’t really get it.

He likes it, but when it ends up on the floor, he’s not immediately picking it up to take care of it.

He does take lots of photos of it when you’re away.

It becomes his buddy when you have to travel, he brings it everywhere.

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Alex Albon: very much into it

Bro understands

He also has one.

They’re also in love.

When you both have to go away, you send each other pictures of your stuffed animals ‘missing’ each other.

That’s what happens when you date someone for a long time.

Cringe shit.

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Logan Sargeant: complainer!

Supportive, but will shove it off the bed every night.

When you go looking for it, he’ll whine about “You have me right here!”

Which never ends well.

He ends up on the other side of the bed with a pillow between the two of you.

But he always sneaks back over.

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Franco Colapinto: gossip over anything

Again, supportive but confused.

At the beginning he was like ‘that’s for kids’, but when he sees how much joy and comfort it brings you, he changes his tune.

He loves that thing.

Like Lewis, NO.1 gossip partner when you’re taking ages to get ready.

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Daniel Riccardo: IT’S A PART OF THE FAMILY

Treats it like your child.

Brings it everywhere with you

Even jokingly ra children buggy for it.

Made an Énchante design with it on it.

Loves it.

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Liam Lawson: menace to society

His no.1 enemy.

Hates it.

Hates that it gets more attention than him.

Cannot stand it.

Literally fights it.

Throws it away from you at any chance he gets.

He is a menace.

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Charles LeClerc: hot and cold

He’s on the fence with it.

Sometimes they’re on good terms, sometimes he chucks it across the room.

Will cuddle you and push the teddy away sometimes but will also go and find it for you if you need it.

Duality of man!

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Carlos Sainz: liar

Literally makes fun of you for it, despite loving it himself.

He will bring it on bike rides and all that shit, only to take pictures of it for you.

But the second you start looking for it.

“Aren’t you a bit old for that?”

And every time you remind him that he takes it on bike rides, to which he responds “only for you!” which always ends up in a play fight of some sorts where you both are trying to get the stuffy.

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Arthur LeClerc: beginning of his villain arc

He hates the damn thing.

He will hide it.

He will take it.

He doesn’t care.

He hates it.

Every fibre of his being hates it, only because you treat it like him.

You tuck it in, cuddle it, always have it close.

He is so jealous.

When you kiss it?

He actually screams.

He demands like 5x more kisses than whatever it got.

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Ollie Bearman: ummmm

Supportive, but also kind of tough-guy about it.

“You don’t need that, you have me”

Rolls his eyes when you ask him to go find it because you know he hid it and you’re already comfy in bed.

Goes and grabs it anyways

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Max Verstappen: passive aggression!

He’s fine with it.

Chill but not the biggest fan.

Doesn't hide it or anything, just make passive aggressive comments when you cuddle it instead of him

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Paul Aron: he is a father

Cutie patootie

He again, treats it like your child.

Takes it away with him sometimes.

Takes photos of it, and with it all the time.

The teddy had gone on many a boys night, all of them taking photos with it.

You have the entire F2 grid holding it for photos with Paul.

Even fans know about it and love it.

Brought it to the FIA gala and took photos on the red carpet with it since you couldn’t be there.

It has become a legend in the F1 community so even the team principals and drivers asked to be in photos with it.

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Jack Doohan: thief!

Would rather die than admit that he love sit

Hides it, complains about it

But secretly would kill for it.

You find him cuddling with it sometimes.

He takes it on trips as a ‘reminder of you’, but you know it’s actually because he likes it a lot.

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catssluvr · 10 days ago

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wilderness nat scatorccio dating headcanons <3

⭑.ᐟ Sleeps by your side since the beginning, holding you with a tight grip against her. You could practically share a sleeping bag from how close you sleep.

⭑.ᐟ Holds you extra tight after long days, as if afraid that if she lets go you might disappear. Fingers gripping your shirt while her nose buries into your hair, taking you in just like she’s done a million times before.

⭑.ᐟ Teaches you how to hunt so you get to spend more time together, anything to prevent you from being apart for long.

⭑.ᐟ Quite literally defends you against everyone else, doesn’t matter if you’re wrong or right. Will protect you with everything she has, even from the other or the wilderness if she has to.

⭑.ᐟ Sneaking out to go to the lake early in the warm mornings when everyone is asleep so you can wash each other and have a moment alone.

⭑.ᐟ Loves it when you braid her hair out of her face when it’s particularly hot, being happy that she can help you not feel bored while also getting her hair played with.

⭑.ᐟ You have an assigned tree that you both like to sit under. Nat has you laying across her chest while you two whisper about the future you’ll share when rescue comes.

⭑.ᐟ Still in the tree matter, it’s for sure her favorite spot to have a hot make out against. Will literally appear out of nowhere when you’re waiting for her and pin you against it just to smash her lips against yours, smiling against them when you gasp in surprise.

⭑.ᐟ Also takes you to the crashed plane often so you can both just hang out and be silly away from everyone else when it gets too much.

⭑.ᐟ Cuts you off multiple times when you’re rambling about something random just because she thinks you did something cute mid sentence like scrunching your nose.

“that’s *kiss* too *kiss* fucking *kiss* cute *kiss*, doll”

⭑.ᐟ Calls you sweetheart and baby with that raspy but gentle voice when it’s just the two of you. But you know she’s about to tease you as soon as she starts calling you doll or lover.

“Hey, lover. Looking smoking hot today ;)”

⭑.ᐟ Since there aren’t a lot of ways to entertain yourselves in the middle of nowhere, you’ll both re-tell the stories of books you’ve read or movies you’ve watched before the crash.

⭑.ᐟ Talks Travis’ ears off when they go on hunts with things about you, telling him every little detail that she adores about you (there’s quite a lot of them). He pretends to be annoyed but he’s secretly glad she finds a way to be happy with everything that’s happening.

⭑.ᐟ On spring, she will bring you flowers and berries that she catches on the way back from a hunt. There isn’t much she can give you from the lack of options so she puts effort into making you feel appreciated.

⭑.ᐟ On cold nights Nat enjoys sitting with you by the fireplace, both of you bundled up in the same blanket with arms linked and hands holding each other. Her cold nose will nuzzle your cheek as she presses her smile onto your jaw.

⭑.ᐟ Winter takes a tool on her and you’re the only one who’s helping to keep her sane, if she feels overwhelmed you are who she will seek immediately.

⭑.ᐟ When her and Travis start looking for Javi, spending full days away, she gives you one of her hair bands that you use as a necklace to fell closer to her.

“i think you should have this, i’ll feel protected by my very own angel. okay?”

⭑.ᐟ When she’s chosen to be a leader, she starts needing your comfort even more. Always listens carefully to your advice and sometimes can’t help herself but to crumble into tears into the comfort of your embrace.

⭑.ᐟ Nat probably cares more about your safety than her own and every night she catches herself praying that at least you get saved from the hell it is to live with the wilderness and everyone else as a matter of fact.

“Please, please, please, just spare her at least”. She whispers to herself with a deep breath.

#natalie scatorccio x you #natalie scatorccio #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets #natalie scatorccio x reader #nat scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio x self insert #wlw #yellowjackets x you

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bangytell · 6 months ago

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close friends

Summary: Your best friend and roomate who's been keen over you for a long time.

Genre: friends to lovers, smut, slight fluff, nsfw

Rated: +18, mature

Pairing: Jungkook x f! reader

Word Count: 3,015 k

Warnings: mentions of masturbation, unprotected sex, oral sex (f! receveing), use of pet names, non idol! au, rough sex, creampie, cuddles.

a/n: Working on this for soo long, enjoy!!

The rumbling noises from across the room had you becoming more and more annoyed by this agreement. Your roommate, being his horny self practically begging, to let him have sex in his dorm.

“C’mon [name] promise i’ll put on music you won’t even notice.” he said with that stupidly beautiful bambi eyes and that dazzling smile that makes you weak on the knees, how to say no to that.

You feel the regret soon enough, some girl was shouting, literally leaving her lungs on every shout, not even the music was loud enough. He wasn’t that good, was he? Of course you already knew the answer to that question… but kept your mind out of it.

The next morning, while you were making breakfast, the girl popped into your kitchen, pleading loudly for your roommate's company. She froze right on the spot when she saw you.

“Uhm… excuse me, who are you?” her tone was bitter with her high pitched voice as she held a look of disgust.

“Jungkook’s roommate.” you said, calmly stirring the pan with scrambled eggs.

“I’m making sure that changes.” you scoff as you see her turn around on her toes back to Jungkook.

Jungkook opened his door and made his way to the kitchen, greeting you and you rolled your eyes at him.

“I met your lovely and amazing guest.” your tone dripped with sarcasm and he sighs as he runs a hand through his locks.

“What did you say?” his voice is slightly exasperated and you scoff with your gaze down on the pan.

“Why, would you even- “ you stopped your words at his condescending look on you “yeah, fair play, but wasn’t me this time, i swear.” he sighs and heads straight into his room, you hear the whining all the way to the kitchen and scoff.

Once at your office the day goes by with ease, 5 minutes before your leave time, Jungkook sent you a text.

A bright smile lights your temple as your co-worker reaches your desk.

“What puts you in such a good mood?” he asks as you take your bag to leave.

“Oh nothing, I just remembered the hell waiting for me at home.” he chuckled with a slight roll of his eyes.

“Another of your roommate’s flings?” he asked with a sly grin as you both walked out of the office.

“He’s been talking ‘bout this girl for ages, he won’t shut up about her.” he chuckles again and you scoff

“You’re jealous.” you roll your eyes with a defiant look on him.

“Why should I be jealous, I have known him since I was 18.” your friend laughed once more while you both reached the parking lot.

“Maybe that’s why you’re so jealous, you’ve been dying to get under his sheets for God knows how long.” you look at him in despite.

“I'm under the impression you’re not that content at the moment.” you both chuckle as he waves goodbye and shouts. “See you tomorrow!!” He's always so energetic.

Once at home, you change into your pjs as you hear the door open followed by some muffled voice sounds.

You hear the way he laughs, and walk out to the living room as the image of him clinging to her makes your heart ache.

“Hey doll” he greets me when he notices me.

“Oh hey Koo.” I sit on the couch as the girl looks at me with disgust.

“Why do you talk to her like that?” the girl spits out and I look over at her.

“Just a playful banter between each other.” Jungkook whispers and she scoffs.

“Don’t call her that” she commands and I look at him.

“I’m starving.” you take a pizza from the box and take a bite as Jungkook grabs the remote to put a movie.

"How was work today Koo?” you murmur at his way once you swallow the bite.

“The usual stuff prin-... [Name] you know how it gets. "you chuckled softly when you noticed his slipped words.

“You’re not asking me?” the girl chimes in with her high pitched whiny voice as the movie begins.

“How was your day?” you asked, looking at her.

“It was a great day actually, until I got here thinking I would get to be with my boyfriend alone.” a low chuckle escaped your lips at her snarky comment.

“Sorry to crash your dream.” you turn to look over at Jungkook “But you know what…” you trailed off and stood to walk inside your room, you emerged with a pair black sweatpants and a black jacket “I’ll go drive a little.” you looked over at Jungkook. “Text me when I can come back.”

“Are you sure [Name]?” you gaze at him and nod as you stand at the door frame.

“Yeah, I kinda need to hop on my bike.” You chuckled slightly and stepped outside as the light breeze hit your face, the bike roared to life between the traffic for an hour until your phone buzzed in the pocket of your sweatpants, the phone ringing, you steer the bike to a corner and take the phone to your ear.

“Hey Koo!” he chuckles softly his voice comes through the phone low and hoarse.

“Hey princess, my guest is gone now… I think we need to talk.” you sighed softly and nodded even though he couldn't see you and responded with an equally low voice.

“Yeah we need to talk, be there in five” you hanged up after your goodbyes and drove to the apartment, you parked the bike at the parking lot and opened the door to see him sitting at the couch.

“Koo.” He looks up at you with a soft smile, a few tears running through his cheeks, at the sight, you kneeled in front of him on the floor. “Hey… what’s wrong, love?” he sobs slightly as your cold hands cup his cheeks.

“We fought and she left… basically dumped me.” you let out a soft sigh and pulled him into a tight hug.

“Was it because of me?” your voice is a low whisper against his ear he sighs and shakes his head on your shoulder.

“No… well a little.” he murmurs with a hoarse voice. “That’s what I need to tell you.” he pulls back to lock gaze with you.

“You can tell me anything” your voice is a low murmur and caresses his face gently.

“She dumped me because…” he trails off, shutting his eyes closed to your gentle strokes. “I've known you almost my whole life, right?” he mutters with a strained voice.

“Basically yeah, what about that?” your voice is a low and intimate whisper.

“She thought that I might have feelings for you” you let out a slight chuckle.

“That can’t be” I look into his eyes, his features turn serious as he looks at you. “It can’t be, right?” your voice is a low murmur and he nods slowly.

“I do have feelings for you…” he mutters and you feel your breath stuck in your throat.

“Y-... You what?” you mutter in a stutter. “Jungkook uhm… think this through”

“I have, for the past half hour, she left the first ten minutes, okay?” you look up to his eyes.

“Go to sleep Koo, i’m sure…” he grabs your face to catch your attention, your heart pounding heavily on your chest as his doe eyes lock with yours.

“I’m sure princess, I'm confident of what I just told you.” he murmurs softly and almost lovingly.

“Y-...You must be confused Koo.” you mutter in a stutter and he stands and guides you into his room, she shuts the door behind him and your eyes roam his room, neat and clean.You see a picture of his graduation from college with you in it.

“See that picture?” you simply nod, your mind filled with thoughts. “You gifted it to me, with something written on the back.” he murmurs as he holds the picture in his hands “I’ll be there to follow your dreams, even to just rest on your back, be sure to keep going.” you keep your gaze at him attentively as he recites the inscription by memory.

“That was like 4 years ago, how can you remember?” you murmured softly.

“I read it when I feel down.” he murmurs and goes to one of his drawers to pull a night light “Remember this one? You gave it to me when we were little.” you nod and a small smile appears on your lips.

“Yeah, you were afraid of the dark so… I gifted it to you, you still keep it?” he nods and places it back on his drawers, he goes to another one and pulls an old pantie of yours, you blushed slightly as he showed them to you.

“Remember this one?” he murmurs, stepping closer to you.

“Y-...Yeah, it was from our first night here… we got wasted.” you murmured with a deeper shade of red on your cheeks as he grins smugly.

“We got intimate and I kept it, just as a reminder.” you let out a soft embarrassed chuckle.

“That was two years ago Koo, and we talked about it.” you murmur softly and avoid his gaze, he walks closer to you leaving the panties on his bed.

“You’re not getting my point here princess.” he holds your chin in between his fingers to tilt it up so you look up to him and pulls you closer by the waist with his free hand, you’re flushed as a tomato as his warm and taut body press flushed against yours.

“I clearly ain’t.” your voice is a low murmur, your breath almost brushing his face.

“I kept all those things because I liked you.” you look into his doe eyes, searching for a hint of playfulness but find none, he holds you tightly and secure pressed against him “Like actually sounds a little, I’m in love with you.” you blinked in disbelief and your breath stuck on your throat.

“Y-...You’re i-...in love w-...with me?” you mutter in a stutter and he nods pressing your bodies closer.

“So much it pains me, and I'm sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” you blinked slowly as if that will help to settle the turmoil inside you, he takes a strand of your hair behind your ear with a gentle graze over your skin and you close your eyes to his touch.

“You’re in love with me…” you repeat in a murmur to try and believe him “I have to go to bed.” you mutter and let go of his arms to lock myself in your room, he stands there with his heart in his hand as you shut the door behind you, he stays inside his own room as you lie down there looking at the ceiling.

Why didn’t you just tell him you liked him back? What are you…? your thoughts trail off as you listen to soft moans and whimpers in the house, You know those moans and whimpers, you stand from the bed and sneak outside to find Jungkook with the old panties against his own member masturbating himself, he looks at the door, as if he expected you come out, he grins when he looks at you, you should move away, walk back to your room but your feet fail you and you remain stiff on his slight open door.

“You’re just watching or want to help me?” he asks in a hoarse and husky voice, you chuckled nervously but decide to step in as he continues “Just watching then?” he murmurs hoarsely and strained as you sit at the edge of the bed, looking attentively to his actions, his throbbing cock dripping my underwear with pre cum as he moans softly. “I like to have you as a spectator.” his voice strained with desire.

“You’re such a tease.” he chuckles huskily and keeps his movements.

“You can always join me princess.” You slowly undress yourself and take the old panties to discharge them to the floor as your body straddles his, you feel his warm and throbbing cock slide in your folds as he introduces himself with ease, his hands gripping your hips tightly with a shaky sigh of comfort and satisfaction. “You feel so good doll” he murmurs looking up at you.

“Were you serious about being in love with me?” you asked in a strained murmur as you begin to grind on his body, his grip on you almost bruising.

“Of course love, I’m so in love with you…” he murmurs and bites back a moan as you ride him. “You don’t have to say it back.” he murmurs, locking eyes with you.

“I-...I’m in love with you too.” you mutter under your breath and he lets out a soft growl and pulls your body to a hug and you sigh at the feeling of his sweating and taut chest.

“I really am lovestruck.” he chuckles softly and rests himself on the bed again “I could stay like this all night with you…” he murmurs lovingly and moves his hips to meet your own movements and you moan softly.

“We can do it more than once…” you murmur hoarsely increasing the speed of the movements, a low growl escapes his mouth.

“Y-...You’re killing me princess.” he murmurs hoarsely and lustfully.

Your eyes roam at his tattoo filled arm, his disheveled state with a small smile, your voice is a low whisper.

“Koo…” your hands find their way to cup his face, your eyes full of affection. “Why did you wait so long?”

“I don’t know baby… I never thought you liked me back” he whispered softly with a strained tone.

‘Doesn’t matter now.” he nods at your murmured words and lifts you easily to turn you around, his member leaving the warmness of your folds as he pins your body in all fours against the mattress, your face tilts to the side so you’re able to breathe, his rough hands massaging your bottom, he growls at the sight and leans closer to you to press his chest and whisper softly against your skin, his mouth leaving soft and wet kisses along your spine.

“You’re still on the pill princess?” you can simply nod as a low moan escapes your lips from his hands all over your back, he lets out a soft hum and slowly introduces himself back, he thumps against you hard, loud moans escapes your mouth as his hand holds both your wrist to your back. “You like it like this princess?”.

You let out a soft “Yes” as he continues his movements, a low hum escaping his lips, his hands keeping your body pinned down to the bed.

He exits from you and shifts his body to rest his back on the headboard as he guides you on top of his face. “Let me eat you out.” his voice is a command, you accommodate yourself in between his body, leaving your cunt on display for him, his hot breath fanning against it as he slowly tilts his head back to dart his tongue along your folds, a low moan escapes your mouth at the feeling, your hands grip his headboard as he skilfully nibs on your cunt.

You’re a breathless moaning mess as he holds you by the hips, he’s never done this to you, but you understand now why all the girls he brought over were shouting about, you feel your orgasm creep in your stomach, your legs quiver as he helps hold you in place, soon with loud moans you ride his face into an orgasm, he continues savoring you with a low growl and slowly helps you down from him, you’re disheveled and he grins smugly at the sight as he graze your cheek.

“I’m nowhere near done with you doll…” he whispers with a hoarse voice as he once again shifts you both to pin you down on the bed.

You’re again in all fours as he rocks against your body, his warm and throbbing cock inside you, by this your moans are loud, he grabs your ass tightly against his palm, massaging the flesh with a gentle yet possessive touch, he seems unable to control himself any longer to the sound of your whines and moans as he thrust his cum into you with a guttural moan.

With care and slowly he pulls himself back from inside you, his cum dripping down from inside you until it reaches his bed and he chuckle hoarsely with a curse under his breath, he stands and pulls his underwear as he grabs a towel and helps cleaning you, you have your breathless face hidden in the bed as he helps you lie down in your back again.

“How about a shower, gorgeous.” he leans down to press a soft kiss on your temple with a small smile, you nod with a breathless chuckle.

“A needed shower.” you whisper as your eyes find him and you both burst into a hearty laughter. “That no condom thing was quite irresponsible, I don’t know where that girl’s been.”

He chuckles slightly and shifts his body to lie down beside you.

“Only inside of me, doll.” he winks at you and you smack him playfully.

“Now I'm disgusted.” he laughs heartily and helps you up the bed to the shower, his hand around your waist as you both get to the bathroom.

As you both settle into the warm water he holds his small bunny smile as you leather your hair with shampoo.

“What’s with that smile of yours?” you ask in a soft voice and he chuckles.

“I’m just really happy.” His voice is soft and he keeps that smile you love, he gives you several small kisses along your face, his hand cupping your face.

“You still need to take me on a date.” he nods as he continues to smooch your face under the water, a soft happy giggle escaping your lips, this definitely was the happiest you’ve been.

#bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts maknae line #bts jungkook #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook fanfic #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #bts smut #jeon jungkook x you

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jjkbambi · 4 months ago

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frat flu luigi mangione x virgin!reader 18+

summary!!! (smut inspired by this request) you’re set to interview frat president luigi mangione for the penn newsletter!

note: fratboy!luigi but not reallyyyy associated to that cheating demon storyline. written as a standalone but could be seen as a prequel if you squint. unedited but happy new years

warnings: long fic cuz we need a reason to be fuckin, sad bc luigi’s sad, comfort, an attempt at fluff, and of course smut, dubcon (he grinds on you while you’re sleeping), so dry humping, p in dis v (VIRGINNN)

luigi mangione, as described by his fraternity brothers: “cool,” “mega smart,” and “totally chill.” all phrases you could blindly draw from a hat to describe a stranger walking down the street.

surely, this couldn’t be your debut in penn today. a spotlight on the brightest mind on campus, phi kappa psi fraternity president luigi mangione. top of his class at a mysterious luxury private high school, started a hash brown business at sixteen, and, according to his linkedin, volunteers at local libraries, elderly homes, and animal shelters during breaks back home. he’s got a first aid/cpr certification, a bartending license, and a squeaky clean record.

“he doesn’t even complain on yelp,” you groan.

your friend, lacy, sits in the drivers seat, shaking her head. “maybe he’s just nice.”

you shoot a glare at her.

she raises her hands, defensive. “i’ve only heard good things!”

“oh, well, if he was really so nice, he wouldn’t have canceled on me a hundred and one times.” as if he’d heard you, your phone pings—his name flashing on the screen.

from luigi Hey pretty! Something came up today. So sorry. Can I see you another time?

“one hundred and two,” you declare, showing her your phone screen. at this point, it felt less like inconvenience and more like cruelty. his constant rejections, delayed responses, and last-minute reschedules were a relentless reminder of your looming failure to finish the piece on the phi kappa psi house. journalism club was going to fucking kill you.

“y/n, he literally could not have been nicer.” she finally puts the car into park. the both of you look outside.

frustration had been simmering for weeks, growing with every missed promise. almost two months ago, he’d smiled big and earnest, assuring you he’d meet for the interview—yet here you were, still waiting. the distance between you two seemed to stretch with every passing day, and you couldn’t summon the energy to pretend you still cared for niceties.

you’re outside his fraternity house, calling him, he surprises you by answering almost immediately, his voice low and hoarse, like he’s just woken up. “hello?”

“hi, it’s y/n.”

“oh,” he says, tone dipping as he cleared his throat. “hey, how are you?”

“yeah, i’m fine,” you say, unbuckling your seatbelt. “i just wanted to talk—”

“yeah, i know ‘m sorry,” he tells you, sincerity to be debated. “i’ve just been a bit all over the place these past few weeks.”

lacy mouths, “im staying in the car.”

nodding, you hop out, a familiar sense of anticipation lingering. it’s not your first time at the fraternity house, but each visit feels different. the mansion, though grand, has a worn charm—earth-toned walls and overgrown grass, with boys constantly darting across the yard. trash cans overflow with aluminum cans, remnants of the never-ending chaos.

“no, i get it, i do. i, you know, am busy all the time.”

“oh, i’m sure,” he says. “are you free next weekend?”

you didn’t even have to check your schedule to know you were free. but you were already here. “well, actually, i just, um…” you feel a bit of your confidence deflating as you trespass their yard. your face flushes and you suddenly feel the eyes of the other brothers staring at your silhouette like curious dogs, unsure of whether to bark or bite. “i was just passing by the neighborhood, i was wondering if i could come over now?”

he yawns. “what? you mean right now?”

“is that alright?”

“how far away are you?”

“yeah, uh, i’m outside your front door.”

“oh?” he says, clearly taken off-guard. the embarrassment finally settles in. what the hell were you doing?

“you know what, never mind. i’m so sorry,” you flush, spinning on your heel and rushing down the steps, avoiding eye contact with the other guys.

you’re not sure if it’s your heart stopping or the phone call ending, but it’s in that moment that the blackwood door opens. you turn around, and the brown-haired boy steps through, looking disheveled, with dark bags under his eyes as if he hasn’t slept. though, despite that, he’s in gray sweatpants and a long sleeved black compression shirt.

“y/n, come on in,” luigi says, his voice booming, almost too loud for the quiet pennsylvania street. he glances toward the team of players in the front yard, bringing attention to you all over again. “this is the journalist for the penn.”

you shuffle up the steps again. “it’s called penn daily.”

“right,” he nods, eyes searching your body up and down. “you want a jacket?”

you’re in leggings and a tank top. you’re shivering. “no, no, i like the cold.”

the brown-haired boy shakes his head, grabbing one off the coat rack anyway and tossing it over to you.

“you’ll like the jacket even better.”

as he guides you through the house, the weight of the silence surrounds you. you’ve only ever seen the place during parties—neon LED lights casting strange shadows, tables covered in empty Solo cups and suspicious piles of random powders. it always felt like a place of unrecognizable chaos, where everyone was too busy to think about much else but the next round of shots or whatever game they were playing. but today, in the quiet of the late morning, the house feels different. the lights aren’t flashing, the music isn’t blasting, and there’s no throng of people rushing around. it feels oddly intimate, even though it’s still just as cluttered as always.

“is this what it looks like clean?” you ask, only half-joking.

“be nice,” luigi barks, tone plain as he rolled his eyes in faux annoyance. “we had a long night yesterday,” he gestures to the crowds of twentysomethings outside, one group cleaning off the mountain of soda and beer cans off the plastic gray tables, the other playing ping pong. “another long night ahead. you should come.”

the invitation doesn’t sway you, you’re distracted by his face. though his curly hair is neatly cut, and his chocolate brown eyes hold a quiet, dark intensity. his tall frame fills up the room, the way he stands commanding attention without trying. his features are sharp, framed by thick eyebrows, and his smile is small, barely there, and it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. he offers it to you as if it’s expected. there’s an underlying feeling you can’t shake. it’s like you can tell it’s forced. you’ve seen enough of him in passing (and in stalking) to know this isn’t the usual “luigi” you’re used to seeing at parties or around campus.

you bite the inside of your cheek. “you know, if today’s a bad day, you don’t have to—”

“no, babe, it’s fine,” he says, the term rolling off his tongue like it’s second nature.

in the short time you’ve known him, you’ve picked up on his knack for nicknames and gathered you probably shouldn’t be flattered—all the boys in this frat were entirely too flirty.

he pushes the door to his bedroom open, stepping aside to let you in. “shouldn’t take too long, right?”

“sure,” you lie as you slip past him, fingers brushing over the notepad tucked in your back pocket, your mind racing with questions you’re suddenly too aware of.

“well then, it’s no rush,” he says.

quickly, you notice the collection of allergy medication at his desk. a heinous amount of nyquil, half-empty bottles scattered among crumpled tissues and unopened water bottles. it’s almost comical, the way his organized chaos betrays the “untouchable golden boy” image you’d pieced together. his desk, once probably neat and deliberate, now looks like the scene of a losing battle against the flu. curious, you ask, “bad fever?”

luigi laughs dryly. “something bad, that’s for sure.”

you feel yourself sink at the admission. instinctively, you reach up to feel his forehead, your fingers hovering just shy of his skin. it’s a simple gesture, something you wouldn’t think twice about doing for one of your roommates, but as soon as your hand makes contact, he stiffens, his body recoiling ever so slightly. the movement is subtle but enough to make you hesitate, pulling your hand back as his lashes flicker up to meet yours.

“jesus christ,” you gasp. “you’re burning up.”

luigi doesn’t answer immediately, his gaze lingering on you just a moment too long, his eyes a little softer than usual.

“think i’ll be fine,” he says, but there’s an edge to his voice, like he’s trying to brush it off. it feels more like he’s saying it for both of you than for himself.

a pang of guilt hits you hard—a reminder of how you’d pushed for this interview while he was clearly feeling terrible. all those ridiculous, relentless messages, the nagging about deadlines while he was probably just trying to get through the day. god, you feel like an idiot.

you cup his cheeks, serious. “you should really get to bed.”

“what, and miss the privilege of being interrogated by the penn’s finest?” he teases, leaning into you. you’re struck at how warm he was, how utterly unprofessional you were coming off as, how awful it would be to pull away.

the article, you remind yourself, inching away. “if you pass out mid-question, it’s not going to make for a great article.”

“least i’ll be a shoo-in for the sympathy vote next semester,” luigi says with a wry chuckle, his tone light but laced with something deeper as he glances back up at you, almost as if testing your reaction.

“come on,” he reaches for your hand when you frown, interlocking your fingers and swaying you. he doesn’t pull you too close, something about the way he’s looking at you has you sure he’ll never give you the satisfaction, but your fingers interlock and there’s a hint of a smirk playing at the edge of his lips, smugness plain. “i couldn’t let you walk out here so fast. you know what they would say about me if they thought i let down a pretty girl like you?”

you feel your face go pink but your ego won’t let his flirting power last. his forehead was burning hotter than sauna, he probably didn’t know what was even happening. “you look like you haven’t even slept,” you say, matter-of-factly. “would you just sit down?”

“trust me, this headache’ll be gone before you can even say sto meglio con te,” he says, his voice a little softer than usual.

he grins as your brow furrows. “you could put that in your article. successful, speaks italian, looks like shit.”

“i didn’t mean that. i’m just worried.” ignoring the fluttering in your stomach and his persistent gaze, you turn your phone over. “i could order you some soup. there’s a really nice pho place down the road—”

“what’re you, my girlfriend?”

“mangione,” you sigh. “you’re being impossible.”

“baby,” he says, the word slipping from his lips with a teasing familiarity that catches you off guard. it pierces straight through your ego, sharp and unexpected. “i promise, ive got way more interesting things to talk about than allergies. come on, ask me.”

before you can react, another voice calls from outside, and you hear hurried footsteps approaching the door. luigi hesitates for a second, glancing at you. a younger group of fraternity brothers peeks in, looking urgent.

“hey, we’ve got a problem with the fundraising paperwork—someone made a mistake with the donations, and it needs to be fixed or we’re going to miss the deadline,” one of them explains, his voice tight with stress.

“who was in charge of that?” luigi asks, a lilt of accusation in his tone.

the younger twentysomethings look around, feigning innocence, avoiding eye contact. “whatever, it doesn’t matter,” he mutters, rubbing his eyes. “i’ll take care of it.”

he squeezes your hand before he leaves the room, saying, “stay put for me.”

so you sit on his navy blue bed, stiff and idle, your mind wandering as you wait. you text lacy and tell her you’ll catch up with her later as the constant sound of chaos fills your ears. you hear the house scrambling through the halls and luigi’s answering calls and questions, directing people, moving them out the way. the speakers for the party this weekend just got delivered, the delta 3 girls are inviting them to volunteer at their annual car wash, and there’s a leak in the basement that needs immediate attention. after what feels like hours, you can’t keep your eyes open anymore. exhaustion pulls at you, and without even realizing it, you fall asleep on his bed, the rhythmic noise of his busy life buzzing around you.

“y/n,” luigi exhales as he finally re-enters the room, his exhaustion evident in every step.

he’s greeted at the sight of your body sprawled across his bed, eyes fluttered shut with his jacket blanketed over your silhouette. he’s not so sure what comes over him, but he locks the door. your peaceful slumber is a stark change from the drunk mayhem on the other side of the door, and he’s intent on keeping the peace. the bed dips under his weight as he sinks down beside you, too tired for niceties. without a word or a second’s hesitation, he pulls the jacket off you and brings your tired body closer to his.

it starts off innocent. his arms are wrapped around your stomach, your body limp against his. he cradles into the nape of your neck—and you’re so soft and you smell so good, he can’t help himself. he tells himself he won’t take it too far. starting with small, sweet kisses against the side of your neck, almost tickling you out of your unconsciousness. you sleepily squirm under his hold and he’s straining in his sweatpants before he can make sense of it.

“you’re so pretty,” luigi whispers. it would be a waste, really, to have you this close without touching you. using you.

he grinds his hips against your plump ass. he’s so fucking hard, he really can’t help it. he has to have you, but he can’t bring himself to wake you—you’d been so sweet to him earlier, doe eyes wide with concern—he figures he has to return the favor somehow, right? letting you nap in his bed feels like the least he can do.

“you’ve got no idea how often i lose my mind thinkin’ about this, about you,” he confesses. the noise outside is loud, chaotic—a world away from the quiet intensity between you. it’s too loud for anyone else to know of the secret unfolding here, in the space of his touch and the weight of his gaze.

he’s rougher now, tightening his grip on your hips as he jerks himself into you. you were so worried about him earlier. you’d want this, wouldn’t you? to help him out, make him feel better?

his defense of plausible deniability falls apart piece by piece. one of his hands stray from your hip to your clothed core, rubbing you, desperate for friction. he groans into your back. you were wet, he was sure of it, he had to make sure of it. he slips his hands down your leggings and rushes to palms your wetness. he has to make sure you’re feeling just as good as he was.

you shudder at the touch, slowly bringing yourself from rem to reality. the room is hotter than you remembered, and you almost shriek as you realize luigi’s hands had been all over you. he’s quick to put his hand over your mouth, talking in your ear, “‘m sorry baby, couldn’t resist.”

his sloppy wet kisses are hot against your neck, so frantic, so desperate, so needy, his stubble unnerving you as you squirm under his hold. you can hardly make sense of what’s happening. “luigi.” you mewl as he grinds his clothed cock into you. “what’re you doing?”

he moans at the perfect blend of innocence and surprise twined through your voice. its undeniable now — he can’t spend another second not experiencing you.

“you said you wanted to make me feel better, yeah?” luigi grunts. before you can respond, he’s slipping a finger into your wet pussy. you jolt at the wild unfamiliar storm that grasps you, trying to turn your head over to him, to look at him, to ask him what the hell had gotten into him. he kisses you when your head tilts, his free hand wrapping around your throat.

“that’s so much fuckin’ better,” he tells you, stretching your core out with another two fingers. he’s so eager—so intent on making a mess of you, you’re almost humiliated at how easily you fall apart underneath.

you quiver and shake, and try to twist out of his groping hands, but he doesn’t budge, pressing harder into you. “you’re doin’ so fuckin’ good for me, sweetheart,” he swears.

“luigi,” you cry, helpless. the friction felt so hot it made you light-headed. the pleasures storms out any logical part of you. “i don’t—i don’t know what to do.”

of course you don’t. you were entirely too sweet, too well-meaning, too fuckin’ stupid to realize how badly he wanted you. running up to him after his gym workout, bright-eyed as you asked him to hang out. not on a date, not even as friends, but for a stupid fucking college paper. he should’ve taken you right there, in the parking lot, let you scream on it so loud the entire campus knew you were his, saved all this goddamn time.

“you’re a fuckin’ virgin?” luigi asks. he needs to hear you say it.

he rips his hand from your aching cunt and you cry out at the loss of friction.

“yes,” you pout.

“any good journalist knows to use specifics.” you see a cocky grin etch onto his lips before he flips you over and brings you in for a proper kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as he sinks into you. you kiss him back. you wanted this, whatever it was. “tell me again.”

“i’m a virgin,” you admit, reddening.

he smiles against your cheek before kissing you again—“been waiting for me, yeah? you want me to take you?”

“luigi, please.”

“what’s that?” he says, cruel.

you pout again and try to please him, rushing into another kiss. he captures your lips gladly, but refuses to bring you to the satisfaction of salvation.

all too mean, he points out, “you don’t even know what you’re begging for.”

at this point you were sure you could get drunk off the warmth of him. if you bucked up into the air, you could feel his bulge raging against his sweatpants.

“i want you,” you whine. “i mean—i just—i thought you wanted me too..?”

“of course i do. look at you.” luigi grunts before he strips off his shirt, ripping down your leggings with a force that pulls your body down the bed with him. his dark gaze drifts down.

you flush at the sight of the wet mess all over your legs. “you did all that just for me?” luigi mocks. “you want me that fuckin’ bad?”

“yes,” you have no idea why but you do. you can’t imagine a world where you walk away now and never experience him.

luigi never had any intention of being nice about this. his morals and his plans for the night unraveled the moment his eyes found you sprawled across his bed. harshly, he grips your hips—sure to leave marks, hoping for it—before pounding the entirety of his length into your purity.

the stretch scorches, searing into you. you see white, red, and hell all at once. “luigi—!” you cry out.

“you’re so good,” luigi assures. he tries to pace himself as you fall apart underneath him. he tries he tries he tries—but your inexperienced pussy molds around him, so perfect and wet, he can’t help himself.

you feel everything but perfect. unnerved and wild and overwhelmed, whimpering underneath him like a sick puppy. he fucks into you like he’s itching to see if you’ll break.

“it hurts,” you whine.

“you look so fuckin’ pretty with your legs spread,” luigi says. “can’t get enough of this perfect pussy.”

you paw at him, desperate for sacred ground, grip landing on his arms, hard and toned underneath your fingertips. he smirks. “feelin’ me up, sweetheart? you like my arms?”

the sound of skin slapping overtakes your corner of the world. you’d seen him before, but never like this. you’ve never had anything like this.

“luigi.” you whimper. “i can’t, you’re so big—”

“i know, pretty, i know,” he murmurs, kissing the running wet tears down your cheeks. “d’you remember the night you went up to me after the gym? d’you remember what you were wearing?”

you can’t help but claw your fingers deep into his arm muscles, desperate to find a vice for the pain. “oh my god,” you gasp. he pounds into you relentlessly and before you realize, you’re rolling into waves of foreign pleasure.

“stupid fuckin’ tank top,” luigi groans. pleasure storms you as he gets more brazen. he pulls down your camisole, lapping at your tits, biting you, marking you. “wind blew over and i got to see your perfect fuckin’ nipples. wanted to tear you apart right there.”

“what? really?”

“had to jack off in my fuckin’ car thinking about you, about this,” he murmurs before smashing his mouth back onto yours—and this time, you feel more prepared to bear it, melting into his warmth, lips perfectly reunited. you’re shivering under the heat. he fucks you hard into the mattress, hellbent on breaking you in. you’re sure he’s accomplished it already. you’re dizzy and light and on top of the goddamn world.

he sees through you. “fuckin’ close?”

“i-i think so—”

“so fuckin’ stupid,” he muses. “stupid fuckin’ virgin, doesn’t even know when she’s gonna cum.”

“you’re so mean,” you whine.

“yeah, you think so?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous as his hand strikes your cheek. the sting blooms like fire, another cruel signature of his dominance, a mark left behind in his endless quest to tarnish the golden purity you wear so effortlessly. his wicked touch moves down to your delicate clit and the sparks of pleasure turn into storms. you’re done for, waves of white gushing around him as you cry out his name.

“oh god,” luigi groans. “such a good girl, creamin’ on it like that. so perfect.”

the jolt of pleasure within you only makes you more sensitive. this time, when his hands return to your body, they’re clamped around your neck. he’s pulling into you, punishing your delicate cunt. as you quiver and froth, his thrusts grow sloppy and he rasps again—this time more guttural, more intense—and soon enough you feel his huge cock twitch inside of you, sending streams of his seed into your stomach.

he joins your silhouette on the bed, his warmth melting into yours as he pulls you close. his arms wrap around you, steady and secure, and his lips press softly to your forehead.

“‘m sorry,” he murmurs into your hair, his voice low and soothing. “didn’t mean to get so rough.”

you struggle to find the breath, then the words, “no, i—i think it was fine.”

he looks at you, his smile fading into something more thoughtful, his gaze deepening with quiet admiration. “just fine?” he asks, his voice laced with a hint of playful disbelief.

you meet his gaze, your heart fluttering, and with a mischievous glint in your eye, you hum,

“penn’s finest.”

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