#why do i let this happen. exhausted. i should sleep or cry now or

[thunder-opossum]

Lmao. It's so funny after I wake up from losing the battle with sleep and staying awake, bc it takes me a bit to realize, "Hey, my earbuds are in my ear. My retainer is not in my mouth, my phone is not plugged in... dammit."

[mydear-corinthian]

Fainting || Shelby brothers x reader

Sypnosis: How they react when you faint. Pairings: Tommy Shelby x reader, John Shelby x reader, Arthur Shelby x reader (individual) Warnings: mentions of fainting (reader), pregnancy, skipping meals, may be out of characters, may contain a spoiler. Note: Not proofread. Click here to find the main masterlist. Click here to find the PEAKY BLINDERS masterlist.

THOMAS 'TOMMY' SHELBY

🥃 His face shows calmness but deep down he is already panicking. 

🥃Tommy just went back from his paperwork in his office when he saw your son on your arms, cradling him to sleep. "Why aren't you asleep yet, love?" he asked you, giving a kiss on your forehead before taking the little baby on your arms to his instead. You sighed in exhaustion, your lips were chapped, your face was pale as a ghost, your once neat hair bun turned into a madness; little strands of your hair was detached from your messy bun.  🥃 "I was just waiting for Charlie to sleep." you answered. His brow raised a little, showing a sign of confusion. "Then why are you so pale? You look like you've seen a ghost," his fingers found the strands of your hair, tucking it behind your ear. Charlie finally stopped crying, his eyes fell down as he snuggled on his father. "I'm just tired, that's all." reassuring your husband as you replied. Your husband gently placed your child on the white wooden crib, letting the baby sleep comfortably. He was starting to get worried, your breaths aren't steady, the way you denied that you aren't fine even though you look sick, his heart itched. 

🥃 Holding your shoulders with his rough palms, he asked again, "Are you sure, (y/n)?" Your vision was starting to get cloudy, you felt like the floor and the walls were shaking, Tommy's voice felt like it was speaking to you from afar. Your hands met his hands, gripping them tightly for security before you passed out. "(Y/n)? Are yo- (y/n)!" the sight of your body falling into his arms made his sentence cut off, he gasped your name, there was a tone of a rough yell at the same time. His body shows signs of calmness except for the eyes; the eyes never lies. Thoughts were racing on his mind, full of what ifs and worrying what will happen to you.

🥃 When you woke up, Tommy was beside your bed, sleeping uncomfortably on the wooden chair. His arms were crossed, his clothes were still the same indicating that he was 100% focused on you while you passed out. You called out his name softly, trying to reach his arms. The sound of your soft voice woke him from his uncomfortable slumber. He stood almost immediately, how are you doing. "How are you now?" his palms cupping your right cheek. "I'm fine, Tommy." you replied, holding his hand that was on your cheek, caressing it with your thumb. He sighed in relief, "The nurse said you were stressed and your stomach is empty," "I know, I'm sorry. I was so busy taking care of Charlie, I forgot to eat." you replied, your head dropped, you felt embarrassed. 

🥃 His head shook, both of his palms were now on your cheeks, his glowing blue eyes locked with yours. The way he's using his eyes as his language. "Shhh.., no need to apologize, thank you for taking care of our Charlie. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you." "Thank you for understanding, love. It's okay, I understand how busy you are in the betting shop." you said, giving him a kiss which thankfully he returned it. Tommy's personal nurse knock on the door before entering your shared room, her arms carrying a plastic tray with your favorite food and a warm tea. Your husband placed the tray on the small table near the bed, giving you a plate of your food. "Eat, you'll feel better."

JOHN SHELBY

🚬 You've been feeling unwell lately. Your head ached, your muscles were sore, you had strange food cravings, and you felt sick in the morning. You knew what this hinted at, but you can't be positive, and the last thing that should be checked is that your period is late.

🚬It was an awful day. You vomited in the morning, and your joints hurt. Washing off the vomit from the metallic sink, you checked the date on the small white calendar beside you.

🚬 You were definitely late. For over a week now.

🚬 Sighing in exhaustion, you accepted the outcome of what would happen to you. Your partner, John, had already gotten you pregnant before. This will be your fourth child. - You weren't precisely sorry about it, but you were worried about what would happen to your unborn child, and you felt stressed out because of your job as an accountant for Shelbys. There was a lot of paperwork to be done, but not as much as Tommy had, but it was still exhausting.

🚬 It was already ten in the morning., John was gone on business, and the rest of your children were in school. The house was now yours alone, and there was food on the circular dish on the dining table that John had left for you before leaving to start his day. You finished the meal. Your stomach was now satisfied, but your muscles remained sore.

🚬 Grunting in pain, you approached to the front door as you heard a knock. You opened it to see your husband standing there. His peaky hat adorned his hair, and a light wooden toothpick displayed his lips rather than his thick tobacco. "John? Your shift isn't going to end for hours," you questioned as John entered the room and removed his hat. "I know; I just want to see you," John said. You chuckled at his response and taunted, "I'm your wife, John. You literally see me every day." "It's just that you've been feeling ill lately, and I needed to take care of you, so I left the office early," he explained, his arms gently gripping your hips.

🚬 "Honestly love, it's fine. I can handle it, I just need to re-", fefore you could finish your sentence, your head felt like it had erupted. Your temples felt like they were twisting. Your vision was becoming increasingly fuzzy, and your husband's sight was beginning to fade away. He called your name worriedly, catching your attention. He tried again, but this time louder. All you could hear was your husband calling your name and a long bell sound. His hands tightened around your hips, stabilizing your body. His eyes were filled with concern. Suddenly, your legs and muscles gave out, and your frail body fell onto his broad arms. Your face was pale and your lips were dehydrated. Panicking, he quickly lays you down on the vintage couch. He contacted his aunt, Polly, for help.

🚬 "She's pregnant." Polly announced to his nephew, who was pacing back and forth and unintentionally messing with his hair while his aunt checked on his wife. "H-How so?" he asked. "Well, maybe it's because the both of you fucked?" Polly coldly responds. This gave John an unimpressed expression. "The morning nausea, unusual cravings, the sore muscles, all that you mentioned it," she said. "Oh for fuck sakes, John, give (y/n) a rest. Every year she's fucking pregnant, control that cock of yours." Polly's statement made him laugh. John was happy that they are again to bear a kid but he can't also help but get worried and scared at the same time since getting into labour's hard. "Thank you, aunt Polly," he thanked the older Shelby, helping her make way to the door. "Take good care of her, John,"

-🚬 "I will." 🚬 You woke up, your clothes has been changed and there was a glass of water on the table near the couch you were laying down on. You called your husband's name, hoping that he was still here. "How are you, love?" he asked, combing your hair with his fingertips. "I'm fine now. John, I-I think I'm.. pregn-" "Pregnant." he cut you off. Your head tilted to the side in confusion, looking at him, his face was plastered with a big smile. "Aunt Polly told me. I called her for help when you passed out. When did you knew that you were pregnant?" "Just today, I already accepted that my period was late and I'm bearing your child again." you answered, emphasizing. "Hey, I can't help it you know, you're just so pretty, I can't help but fuc-" "John!" embarrassed by his reply, you cut him off. Your cheeks heat up at his answer. "What, it's true! Let me take care of you, love."

🚬 "As you should, Mr. Shelby." 🚬 "I will, Mrs. Shelby."

ARTHUR SHELBY JR.

🥊 Marriage to a man like Arthur Shelby was dangerous. Risky in the sense that you are afraid your illness will worsen. 🥊 Arthur was a good partner to you. He is both a provider and a lover. However, he was a heavy smoker. You can see him smoking his thick tobacco every day; it's as if he can't function without it.

🥊 It was an ordinary morning; you were just staying at home, and he was smoking brown tobacco. The hazardous air entered his lungs, and he exhaled the surplus air very near you. This has been going on for several days. His smoking became worse as a result of his distress about what had happened to his father. His father abandoned them for years, and when he returned, he left them again. You choked as he exhaled the noxious air, but it was even worse. Your coughing episode lasted over five minutes, burning your throat and making your heart race. When your partner spotted the never-ending fit, he promptly discarded the unfinished cancer stick. "Hey, love, breathe," he patted your back hardly. Thankfully, your coughing fit ended, but you were beginning to notice little spots all over you. You blinked rapidly, attempting to get rid of the spots. "Hey - are you okay?" Arthur asked. "Arthur, I can't - can't see clearly." You worried and looked everywhere. Your heart pounded quickly, and your breathing became heavy. Your dizziness gradually overtook you as you fainted.

🥊 When you awoke, you expected to be in your room, but instead you saw grey walls and a strange mattress. You looked around the room before calling your husband's name. The wooden door opened, and the oldest Shelby brother entered the room. As he approached you, he removed his peaky hat. His face expresses worry and sorrow. He sadly smiled and reached out for a hug, which you accepted. You were panicking deep inside. You've been hiding your disease since you met your husband; you didn't want him to find out because it might make him upset or, worse, leave you.

🥊 There was an unpleasant silence in the room before Arthur chose to break it. "How are you managing now, (y/n)?" he asked with a heavily sigh. "I'm feeling better now, fortunately." There was more silence. "The doctor says you have arrhythmia .. it looks like you have it for quite some time now. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

🥊You always assumed that this day would come, but you didn't expect it to be today. Your mind is filled up with thousands of unpleasant thoughts. 'What if he leaves me?' 'My life would end without me' 'What do I-' "(Y/n?)" Shaking your head, you determined to give him the truth, even if the outcome wasn't pleasant for you. You took a long breath and eventually explained to him. "When I was a child, I had a very narrow arteries. It got worse when I grew up and the doctor diagnosed me about it. I'm sorry, I should've told you sooner, Arthur."

🥊 His hands found the side of your face and gently stroked your cheekbones. "It's okay, love. I understand. And I'm sorry for smoking all around you. I won't do it again." He kissed your forehead before massaging your back. "It's fine, Arthur; you didn't know." You smiled as you held his hands on your cheeks.

🥊 "We'll be fine, right?"

🥊 "We will." THE END

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Animal Farm: Mondays

Male Yandere Harpies x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Noncon, harpies, general yandere behavior, captive reader, spit roasting, cum in hair, aftercare, male harem, brief mention of being used as a cock sleeve by bull men.) Word Count: 500 (Here it is! I have had a solid wave of productivity lately answering old asks and now there is this, something I said I would do a long time ago. I said I would make a mini-fic/drabble with every group of monster men from my animal farm fic which can be found HERE.)

You sighed. It was early on Monday morning, the sun starting to stream into the window enough to disturb your sleep. You glared at your alarm clock and preemptively turned off the alarm that would go off at 10:00. It was 9:53. You wanted to cry. You had not fully recovered from Rory, Sev, and Bruc swapping you between them as a communal cock sleeve all day on Friday. You lamented your decision to be a monster man farmer with so many different species. You should have stuck to one or two. Oh well… no use crying over it now. At least you started the week off easy after your weekend break. The harpy men had pretty forgiving cocks. Ugh. Was that what it had come to? Judging how not awful your day was by the brutality of the cocks you were about to encounter? You scarfed down a quick breakfast then enjoyed your last few minutes before you were swarmed by the three harpies that called your farm home, Zan, Xilra, and Elry. They all looked similar, green and blue feathers in their hair, emerald green eyes to match, dark skin, with large angel-like wings sprouting from their backs and their legs ended in the way any bird of prey’s did. Sharp. Talons. When you stepped into the aviary your watch read exactly 10:30, you weren’t giving them a second more than you were forced to. It was like your one shred of resistance, even though it didn’t really matter very much. You also were too scared to be late after what happened the one time you were. You were sniffed out and fucked. Swiftly. As soon as you stepped into the large greenhouse-like domed building, it was like a miniature forest complete with all sorts of trees and plants, you were instantly pounced upon by the three monster men. They wasted not a single second in taking off your clothes and tossing them aside on the dirt while pinning you to the wall. “Hey come on! Those were just cleeeEEEEAAAAAANNNED. H-hey!” Two of them were biting, licking and nuzzling all over your neck while the third was using his mouth between your legs. “W-w-why do we always have to start the d-daaaay like thiiiiis??” “We love you little starling~” “Yes! And we must show you!” “We haven’t been inside you for a whole week love! It was torture~” “We must make up for the lost time sweet bird.” And that they certainly did. A week's worth of the pent up libidos of three tall harpy men unloaded on you and in you within hours. They spit roast you while you were on the ground before taking you in mid air. By the end of their breeding session with you you were exhausted. And this was supposed to be the easy day. At least they let you rest afterwards, washing the cum out of your hair and off your sore body before cuddling you and petting you while they sang sweet little bird songs and praised their darling little starling~

[im4rmy]

when he comes back from tour - OT7 (idol AU)

TW: sex, oral, shower sex, MDNI

*＊✿❀ Mark ❀✿＊*

Sex after he gets back from a trip has pretty much become a tradition for the two of you—an event you always look forward to. It’s special, too, because your very first time together happened right after he came home from a tour. So you know the drill: you’re freshly waxed, matching lingerie, the whole nine yards. This time, Mark hasn’t been away for long, but his schedule’s been so insane lately that if he’s not on a plane, he’s in the studio, and if he’s not in the studio, he’s at rehearsals. And even when you do manage to grab an evening together, he’s usually running on fumes. Saying you miss him doesn’t even begin to cover it.

You’re sprawled out on his bed, absentmindedly scrolling through TikTok, when you hear the front door open. You leap off the bed and race down the hallway, heart pounding with excitement at the thought of finally getting to hold him again. Mark looks up when he hears your footsteps and his face breaks into a tired, cheeky smile. He drops his suitcase and backpack right there on the floor and holds his arms out for you. You collide like magnets, clinging to each other. He buries his face in your hair, right by your shoulder, breathing you in like he’s trying to soak you into his soul.

"I could cry right now," he mumbles.

You chuckle, squeezing your arms tighter around his neck to pull him closer. "Yeah? Why’s that?"

"Because I missed you so much."

"You’re here now," you whisper.

He nods against your neck and hugs you even closer, gently swaying you both where you stand. After a few minutes, Mark pulls back just a little, enough to cup your cheek in his hand and look at you properly, his thumb stroking your skin.

"Y/N, I know we should—I mean, it’s kind of our thing, but..." he sighs, clearly frustrated with himself. "I’m just so wiped out."

The devastated, guilty look on his face makes you laugh softly in disbelief.

"Mark, it’s fine. I promise I’ll survive one more day without sex," you tease, running your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

He lets out a grumbly breath and rests his forehead against your shoulder. "I’m not so sure I will."

You laugh and start massaging his shoulders, then his biceps, working your way down his back, his shoulder blades, and his ribs, making him shiver under your touch.

"I can do all the work if that’s what you need," you offer with a playful smirk.

He shakes his head. "No, I still wouldn’t make it. I seriously just need to sleep."

"Okay, baby. Let’s go to bed then."

He answers with a sleepy "mh" and lets you lead him back to the bedroom, hand in hand. While he gets ready for bed in the bathroom, you ditch the lacy bra you’d picked out and throw on an oversized T-shirt that practically swallows you whole. Were you a little annoyed you’d gone to all the trouble to shave for nothing? Sure. But having Mark back in your arms was more than enough consolation. When he finally reappears, he can barely keep his head up on his neck. It breaks your heart to see him so worn out, but you’ve learned that Mark loves what he does—so even if his body’s exhausted, his heart is full, and that’s all that matters.

You slip under the covers and hold your arms out with a smile. "Come here, baby."

Mark doesn’t need to be told twice. He flops down beside you, letting you tuck him in. You curl around each other so tightly you’re practically breathing the same air, limbs entwined like knotted ropes. Mark smiles, his eyelids heavy, and his hand slips under your T-shirt, lazily massaging your bare skin until his fingers brush your naked breast, making him sigh with contentment.

"Tomorrow morning... I'll make it up to you," he mumbles with adorable determination.

You laugh quietly at the promise in his voice and start to reply, but he’s already fast asleep. Needless to say, you woke up the next morning with his face between your thighs.

*＊✿❀ Renjun ❀✿＊*

You can’t wait for him to walk through that door. You know he’ll be exhausted, barely able to stand… but standing won’t be necessary for what you have in mind. Renjun’s been overseas for nearly a month on the U.S. tour, and all you want is to kneel down before him and show him just how much you’ve missed him. Of course, you want to cuddle him, kiss him, hold him close… but you’re ovulating, and he’s back just in time before your period begins. You have no choice. And neither does he.

So when Renjun drags himself into the apartment, suitcase in tow, you don’t even greet him with words—you just take his hand and lead him to the armchair you set up for him that afternoon. He tries to ask what you’re planning, though he already has a vague idea. That’s why he doesn’t resist when you sit him down and pull your hair up into a quick ponytail using the hair tie on your wrist. Despite the exhaustion tingling through every muscle in his body, Renjun feels anticipation knotting in his stomach—being away from you hasn’t been easy for him either. And when you look up at him with a mischievous smirk as you kneel between his parted legs, his face lights up with the most beautiful smile. Just your presence is enough to make him feel at home, loved, safe. At peace. He doesn’t say a word as you unbuckle his expensive belt and undo the buttons of his tailored pants. He stays quiet as you pull them down along with his boxers, revealing his already half-hardened arousal. Renjun takes a deep breath when you wet your lips and lean in close to his member.

“Relax, pretty boy. Let me take care of you.”

Renjun lets out a soft moan, sinking deeper into the plush chair as you wrap your hand around him—gently but firmly. His head tilts back and his hands grip the armrests.

“So sensitive… did you miss me?”

He nods, barely holding back a whimper, biting his lower lip. You giggle at the sight of him blushing, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock, before finally taking it into your mouth. A long breath escapes his chest, and he looks down to meet your gaze already fixed on him. Renjun isn’t the type to push your head down, but he reaches to brush a stray lock of hair from your face.

“Beautiful—” A guttural moan cuts off his compliment, sending a jolt of heat through your core, directly between tour legs. And just as his thighs begin to tense, you pull away. You can’t let him finish—not yet. You need him inside you. He groans in protest but falls silent when he sees you undressing. He watches as you shimmy out of your pants and underwear in one smooth motion, then welcomes you into his arms as you straddle his lap. You give him a moment of tenderness, smiling and finally kissing him for the first time since he returned. He melts into the kiss, hands slipping under your oversized shirt, groaning as he discovers you're not wearing a bra. You smile into the kiss, steadying yourself on your knees as you align yourself with him—finally reconnecting your bodies after so long…

“Fuck—” he gasps, fingers digging into your back.

Your moans blend with his as you move against him, quick and desperate. Feeling him beneath you, completely at your mercy, is overwhelmingly good—too good. Renjun keeps cursing softly as you ride him, chasing that long-awaited release.

“You’re so close, baby, so close—shit!”

His climax hits without warning, causing him to lift his hips, reaching deeper, and the new angle sends you over the edge too. Renjun’s eyes roll back as your warmth tightens around him, his hands gripping you tightly enough to leave marks.

As the final waves of pleasure fade, you collapse onto his chest, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“Welcome home, pretty boy.”

*＊✿❀ Jeno ❀✿＊*

You had a fight before he left for his European tour, and during those weeks, you barely spoke — just enough to make sure everything was okay. And even though you still haven't fully forgiven him for that stupid outburst, you miss him like crazy. You know it, and so does he. You hadn’t made any plans for when he got back, but you knew exactly what time he’d be home. So you swallow your pride and punch in the code to his apartment. Inside, the place is silent. You don't see Jeno, but his shoes are by the door, and his suitcases are stacked against the couch. You slip off your shoes and quietly make your way toward the bedrooms. That's when you hear it — music, muffled by the sound of rushing water, coming from the bathroom.

Your heart pounds wildly, caught somewhere between excitement and nerves: what if he’s not happy to see you? What if he didn’t miss you as much as you missed him?

You step into the bathroom; the mirror is fogged up, and through the frosted glass of the shower, you can see the silhouette of Jeno's back. You take a deep breath and silently shed your clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Then you walk up to the shower and knock twice. He jumps, swearing and turning sharply, eyes wide — but his shoulders relax the second he recognizes you. He shoots you a mock glare for almost giving him a heart attack. You smile shyly and slide the door open. Jeno steps back to let you in, watching you curiously. As you stand there in front of him, water starting to bead on your skin, Jeno’s gaze travels down your body — but it isn’t lust that lights up his eyes. It's something deeper. Affection.

"I'm sorry I scared—"

"I missed you," he blurts out.

The tension melts from your body, the knot in your chest unraveling with it. Yet Jeno doesn’t move — he waits for you to make the first move. When you step forward and wrap your arms around him, he holds you close, planting a kiss on the top of your head. After a moment, you tilt your head up, and your lips meet out of pure instinct. As your tongues reacquaint themselves, his hands find your hips, pulling you flush against him, your bodies meeting, electric. A low growl rumbles from his chest as his fingers trace the curve of your spine, sending shivers across your skin. Your hands explore the lines of his extraordinary body, just feeling him, needing him. Jeno lowers himself slightly, not breaking the kiss, and lifts you by your thighs, guiding your legs around his waist. His hands grip your ass like he's anchoring himself, and you devour his mouth, desperate not to drown under the running water. He chuckles when you blow wet hair out of your face, and he moves closer to the wall, pulling you away from the heavy stream. The cold tiles press against your back, making you gasp, and Jeno wastes no time — with a smooth movement of his hand, he aligns himself with you and pushes in, slow and deliberate, savoring every second of being inside you again. A strangled moan escapes his lips as he leans into you, his hips rolling in a deep, rhythmic pace that makes you melt in his arms. You cup his face between your hands, kissing him between gasping moans.

"I love you," you whisper.

Jeno opens his eyes and looks at you with that gaze that always makes you want to cry, his smile turning his eyes into two perfect little crescents.

"I love you."

The moment is so tender it almost breaks you — until Jeno thrusts into you harder, stealing the breath from your lungs and making your head fall back against the wall. He buries his face in the curve of your neck, licking and biting your skin, fanning the flames between you.

"Jeno—"

"Mmm, yes, my love?"

"I'm gonna—fuck—"

He growls as he feels you clench around him, your orgasm pulling him deeper, refusing to let him go. The thought alone pushes him over the edge, and he spills into you with a guttural sound that sends shivers across your whole body. You kiss his temple as you hold him close under the stream of water, the music playing from his phone outside the box making everything even more heavenly. He kisses your shoulder and rests his cheek against it.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you," he murmurs.

You smile, running your fingers through his wet hair, messing it into a spiky little crest.

"I know, love. It’s okay."

*＊✿❀ Haechan ❀✿＊*

Haechan texted you earlier saying he’d be back today, but you two had agreed to see each other tomorrow—he was desperate for some rest. That’s why, now, almost 2 a.m., you’re buried under your blankets on the living room couch, watching your current drama obsession, dressed in your pajamas, a nearly empty bag of popcorn by your side, while your whole family sleeps upstairs. You figured Haechan would be too tired to hang out. He’s on a plane every other day, after all, so you’re just glad he gets to sleep a bit. You sigh and sit up, reaching for the remote to turn off the TV when a sudden knock knock at the front door freezes you in place.

Who the hell is knocking at this hour?

Your eyes dart around the room as you grab the first thing that could pass for a weapon—an almost empty bottle of that terrible beer your boyfriend keeps stocking your fridge with. You tiptoe toward the door and flinch when the knocking comes again, louder this time, making your stomach knot with anxiety. You peek through the peephole and frown. The figure on the porch has their face almost entirely covered—a mask pulled up high, a cap pulled low—but those glittering eyes locked on the door are unmistakable. You yank the door open and raise the bottle threateningly.

“Have you lost your mind? You scared me half to death!”

Those familiar eyes flick to your beer bottle and then back at you with a look that clearly says are you for real, girl.

“I just knocked on the door.”

“You could’ve used the key! It’s two in the morning!”

“Well, I didn’t think it was very appropriate to unlock the door to your parents’ house while everyone’s asleep.”

You eye him suspiciously until Haechan plucks the bottle from your hand and takes a swig.

“So, are you letting me in or what?”

“You said you were tired.”

“I slept.”

“And...?”

“And I wanted to see you, dummy. I’m freezing—can I come in?”

“Geez, so demanding.”

You step aside, trying to hide the smile tugging at your lips. The fact that he came all the way here in the middle of the night just because he wanted to see you? Your stomach erupts in butterflies. You close the door and turn to face him—just in time to watch him peel off his mask and hat, running a hand through his hair. And just like that, all the pent-up tension from weeks apart pools low in your belly. But it can’t happen. Not here, not now. Not in the living room of your parents’ house, with their bedroom right upstairs—

“Wanna have sex?”

You give him a look and roll your eyes, flopping back onto the couch. “Not a chance.”

And cue the whining. “Pleaaaase,” he drawls, crawling over to you and kneeling between your bent knees.

“No way, Hyuck. Give it up.”

“Why not?! It’s been a month... don’t you miss me at all?”

“Don’t give me that stupid pout. You can’t shut up during sex—you’ll wake up the whole neighborhood.”

He groans and collapses forward, pressing his face dramatically against your pajama-covered pelvis.

“I swear I’ll be quiet,” he mutters against you, his nose brushing dangerously close to sensitive territory.

You shiver, but try to keep your cool. Haechan has never been able to keep quiet. Still, even as you tell yourself this is a terrible idea, he tugs your pants down and presses his lips over your underwear. You jolt—more from the fact that he now knows you’re already turned on than anything else. You can feel his smug little laugh vibrate against you, and you throw an arm over your face in exasperation. Haechan takes that as a green light and slides your panties down along with your pants.

“Promise me you’ll stay quiet.”

“Of course, babe,” he mumbles, already too distracted to care.

You groan and accept defeat—there’s just no winning when he’s this insistent.

“Don’t make that face. I know you were kinda hoping for this.”

You don’t even have time to shoot back a snarky reply before he’s inside you with a slow but steady push. He exhales a soft "fuuuck", eyes fluttering shut as his hands grip your hips to draw you closer. His movements start out a little uneven, messy—no real rhythm, just raw need. The room quickly fills with the sounds of your bodies meeting, far too loud for your comfort. You grab his arm to get his attention.

“Slow down... seriously,” you whisper through gritted teeth, trying not to moan.

But he clearly doesn’t hear you—or pretends not to. He keeps moving, groaning softly. You smack his arm, earning a glare.

“Shut the fuck up, idiot! For God's sake”

He just grins and keeps going, clearly enjoying your frustration. You growl under your breath and shove him backward, hard, making him yelp as he falls back onto the couch cushions. You climb on top of him, sinking down until he’s fully inside you again. He’s about to moan—loudly—but you slap a hand over his mouth before he can make a sound. And then you ride him—desperately, purposefully—chasing your release and hoping he finishes fast. When you glance down, his eyes are wide and glassy, watching you like you using him to chase your own pleasure while you shut him up... is the hottest thing he's ever seen. The muffled moans under your palm get more intense as your body begins to tighten around him. You curse under your breath, hips stuttering. His hands slip under your pajama top, squeezing your boobs as he meets your movements with his own. His head falls back as he climaxes, and you feel his heat spread inside you—but you’re not done yet. You grab his cheeks and slip two fingers into his mouth. He starts sucking them obediently, eyes on yours like a puppy trying his best to please you. That’s what tips you over the edge—his overstimulated cock still twitching beneath you as you climax, overwhelmed and breathless.

You collapse against him, and he wraps his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. As your breathing evens out, he strokes your back under your shirt, exhaling softly against your ear, instantly calming you. When he carefully slips out of you, you shift to lay on his chest, tucking your face into the curve of his neck. Haechan reaches down to grab the discarded blanket and drapes it over your half-naked body, pulling you closer as your limbs tangle together.

He plants a sweet kiss to your temple and whispers a gentle “I love you.”

And just like that, you fall asleep with a smile on your lips.

*＊✿❀ Jaemin ❀✿＊*

You’re halfway through your night shift when you finally get a chance to take your fifteen-minute break. You settle at the nurses' station, pull your phone out from the staff drawer, and sip on your juice. As you unlock the screen, a flood of messages from your boyfriend fills your notifications.

📱 "Where are you?"

📱 "When's your break?"

📱 "I miss you"

📱 "I'm outside"

You frown at the last message, already starting to text back, when a dark figure steps up to the desk, drawing your eyes away from the screen.

"Can I help you wi—"

The words catch in your throat when you recognize Jaemin’s handsome face, lit up by a brilliant smile. "Hi, princess."

You're too stunned to speak, your mind a whirlwind of frantic thoughts like "What is he doing here? Has he lost his mind? Why isn’t he wearing a mask? It’s three in the morning!" — but all those questions get pushed aside by the simple, heart-thudding fact: Jaemin is here, in front of you.

You let out an excited squeal, leaping out of your chair and racing around the counter to throw yourself into his arms. He catches you easily, pulling you close. You lift your head from his shoulder, your eyes locking onto his, sparkling and full of joy.

"I've got thirteen minutes left on my break," you murmur.

A mischievous glint flashes across his face. His gaze drops to your lips, then flickers around the deserted ward.

"Where?" he whispers.

"Staff room. Down the hall," you say, pointing to a door a little ways off.

"Just like Grey’s Anatomy. I love it."

You giggle, clinging to his neck as he stealthily carries you toward the staff room. To your immense relief, it’s empty. You shut the door with a quick flick of your wrist and immediately press your mouth to his. There's no time to waste. Jaemin groans into the kiss, savoring the taste of you he’s missed so much. Your hands slide under his hoodie, hungry to touch every inch of him, reclaiming what's yours. You tug it over his head, and when your hands meet his abs, his chest, his broad shoulders—

"God, I missed you," you breathe.

He grins, pleased, setting you down just long enough to slip off your scrubs top. You tug at the drawstring of his soft pants, starting to sink to your knees, but he grabs your arm.

"No—wait. We don't have time."

You whine in protest, but he just presses a few kisses to your shoulder, guiding you back against the wall.

"Be good for me, princess. Tomorrow, we’ll have all the time in the world."

The rough rasp of his voice at your ear sends a shiver straight down your spine, and you stop complaining. You feel his hands hook into the waistband of your scrubs and tug them down along with your panties. His heated breath fans across your skin as you arch your hips toward him, his body pressing close, savoring the feel of your bare skin against his hard length. Jaemin doesn’t wait another second. He shoves down his boxers, squeezes your hips, and slides his fingers between your legs, confirming just how ready you are for him. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he thrusts into you from behind, gripping your waist. A sharp gasp escapes you, and you squeeze your eyes shut, overwhelmed by the electric pleasure of being filled by him again. God, how you missed this—

"Shit—Jaemin—"

He trails his hands along your sides, resting them just beneath your breasts, pulling you flush against his chest.

"Tell me, baby," he murmurs into your ear.

"I missed you so much," you whimper pathetically as he rocks into you with steady, deep strokes.

He chuckles darkly. "Yeah? What did you miss more—my hands or my cock?"

You moan, surrendering completely to the feel of him. "Everything. I missed everything."

With a low, satisfied groan, Jaemin picks up the pace, filling the small room with the sound of skin against skin, the roughness of breathless curses slipping from his lips. You feel him getting close, the tension building in his muscles. Reaching back, you tangle your fingers into his hair, holding him close. His forehead presses against your temple, and you barely manage to muffle your cry of pleasure when his fingers find your clit again, pushing you over the edge.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—"

Jaemin shudders through two sharp thrusts, spilling inside you as you climax hard against him, your body collapsing into his. He breathes heavily, relaxing the tight coil of his muscles, and presses a tender kiss to your jaw.

"How many minutes left?" he asks, voice low and warm.

You steal a glance at your watch and take a deep breath. "Three."

"Perfect," he murmurs, nuzzling your skin as he carefully pulls out. "Just enough time for a goodnight makeout session. Even if you do taste a little like antiseptic..."

*＊✿❀ Chenle ❀✿＊*

📞 "I hope you're not sleeping, because I'm on my way." 📞 "I'm wide awake."

And you really are. You're ready, waiting for him in his living room, draped in nothing but a bathrobe — and beneath it, his favorite: a delicate lace lingerie set. You pace nervously, tension coiling in you like a drawn bowstring. Chenle can be so stubborn, and he's not exactly the romantic type, but God, you miss him — his presence, his warmth, his kisses, his hands—

The door lock clicks. You freeze, heart pounding, and the moment he steps inside and kicks the door shut behind him, it’s Chenle who launches himself at you. His hands find your hips, pulling you into a frantic, messy kiss. You break apart only for fleeting breaths — but neither of you wants to waste a second. His hand slides down to grip your ass, possessive and hungry, making you whimper against his mouth. You fumble with the knot of your robe, letting it slip off your shoulders. Chenle pulls back just enough to look at you, his breath catching. His smile — that devastating smile — sends a shiver racing through you. His hands skim your bare waist before he sinks to his knees, grabbing your thighs like he’s claiming you. You let out a breathless laugh, unable to hide your amusement at how desperate he looks.

"You're gone for a month and this is the first thing you want to do?"

Chenle shakes his head and urges you back until the kitchen island presses against your lower back. "No, Y/N," he says, voice low and rough. "This is the only thing I want to do."

Before you can respond, he's hooking his fingers into your panties, tugging them down in one swift move. He throws one of your legs over his shoulder and dives between your thighs without hesitation, groaning in satisfaction when he finds you already wet. The pleasure is immediate — overwhelming — as he kisses, licks, devours you like a starving man. Usually, he'd use his fingers too, coaxing you higher, but tonight, he knows he won’t need them. Not when you're already grinding against his mouth, chasing the high you’ve been aching for.

And he’s right. The way his hands clutch your thighs to keep you still, the way his dark eyes lock onto yours from between your legs, the raw hunger written all over him — it’s too much. It’s everything. You don't last long. Muscles tightening, you cry out, thighs clamping instinctively around his head. Even as he struggles for air, Chenle doesn’t let up — not when your cries turn to full-bodied moans, not when your fingers tangle in his hair, yanking hard. God, he missed you. When you finally crash, trembling and gasping for breath, he kisses your thighs tenderly, massaging your calves as he works you through the aftershocks.

"I missed these legs even more than your face," he murmurs against your skin.

You laugh and lightly knee him in the chest.

*＊✿❀ Jisung ❀✿＊*

When you punch in the door code and step into your apartment still wearing your practice gear, the last thing you expect is to find your lanky boyfriend standing in front of the fridge, shoveling your lasagna straight from the baking dish into his mouth. You let out a terrified scream, making him jump and puff out his chipmunk-cheeks full of food. One hand flies to your chest, feeling your heart hammering against your ribs.

“What the fuck are you doing here?! Are you insane?!”

Jisung hurriedly shoves the half-eaten dish back into the fridge and moves toward you.

“I got back an hour ago.”

You stare at him, wide-eyed. “I know, I read your texts. You could’ve warned me you were coming over.”

He shrugs and tilts his head innocently. “I thought it was obvious.”

You sigh and shut the door behind you, letting your gym bag drop heavily to the floor. After spending so much time apart, you sometimes forget how sweet and naive your boyfriend can be. You open your arms, and he lights up like a Christmas tree. He strides over and engulfs you in his familiar hug, swaying your bodies back and forth. He doesn't say a word, but you can feel it all—the strength of his embrace, the pounding of his heart, the affection in the kisses he presses into your hair, and the hardness—

You flinch, realizing his erection is pressing insistently against your stomach.

“Jisung?”

“Mmh?”

“You came here because you wanna fuck, didn’t you?”

Jisung steps back, keeping his hands on your shoulders. He sighs and gives you a guilty look.

“Yeah. Do you hate me?”

You burst out laughing, and he flushes bright red.

“You're adorable. But I really need a shower and—”

“No, please. I don’t care. I can’t wait any longer. I’m begging you—”

“Okay, okay. Jeez, what the hell happened on the plane?” you tease as you head toward the living room.

Jisung trails behind you in impatient little steps. “Chenle’s girlfriend posted a video on Instagram.”

You turn, one eyebrow shooting all the way up. “Excuse me?”

Jisung’s eyes widen. “Your video! She posted a video of you working out—doing that damn thing with your ponytail.”

You smirk and thighten your ponytail dramatically. “This thing?”

Jisung literally whimpers, reaching out for you like a desperate child. “Please, I can’t take it anymore.”

His hands cradle your face as he kisses you, his tongue immediately pushing into your mouth. Your hands find his biceps, and you grin as you feel the heat blooming in his face.

“What do you want me to do, baby boy?” you whisper against his lips.

He stammers something unintelligible and throws his head back when you trail kisses down his neck, your hand sneaking under his T-shirt to caress his abs.

“Do you want me to get on my knees? Hmm?”

You feel him shiver against you, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. He gives a trembling nod. You smile against his skin, tugging off his T-shirt. Locking eyes with him, you leave a trail of kisses from his chest down to just below his belly button. His skin breaks out in goosebumps as you finally sink to your knees, bringing your face level with his growing arousal. You lick your lips and undo his baggy jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers. A bead of drool escapes the corner of your mouth when his erection springs free, and you quickly swipe it away. Glancing up mischievously, you catch him blushing even deeper—but, surprisingly, he doesn’t look away. You wrap your hand around him, giving him a few slow pumps, and Jisung lets out a loud, needy moan, raking a hand through his hair. The second you take him into your mouth, he grabs your ponytail, sending a jolt of excitement straight between your thighs. Your welcome-home blowjob doesn’t last long. Jisung cums within a minute, moaning loudly and clenching the muscles in his thighs. When you pull away, licking your lips, you start to rise to your feet—but he grabs you by the hips and hoists you over his shoulder, rushing toward the bedroom. You laugh when he gives your ass a playful slap. You retaliate with a cheeky pinch to his bare butt, your face just a few inches from it. He throws you onto the bed like you weigh nothing. Jisung clambers onto the mattress, kneeling in front of you, and for a moment, he just drinks you in—your training shirt, your scandalously short shorts—and that’s when you both notice you're still wearing your sneakers. You giggle as he lets out a frustrated huff and yanks your shoes off, tossing them across the room. He dives between your legs without a second’s hesitation, kissing you hard.

“Can you—can you get on top?” he stammers between kisses. “I want you o-on top.”

You straddle him immediately, sinking down onto his new erection and grabbing his large hands to guide them to your ass. He lets out a shuddering sigh as you start grinding on him, the slick fabric of your shorts sliding against his bare, sensitive skin. Jisung practically wails at the feeling, clutching your ass as he rocks your hips back and forth.

“I missed you so much... my good boy,” you whisper.

Jisung throws his head back against the mattress and squeezes his eyes shut. “It’s not—ugh, it’s not fair. You're cheating, woman.”

You glance down—and laugh out loud when you realize, yep, he’s cum again, while you’re still fully dressed.

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Prize Possession

{Paring: Club Owner Jeong Yunho x Blk Stripper Fem! Reader

{Genre: pure dirty smut, strip club au, mafia au, a little angst, 18+ so (mdni).

{Synopsis: You’re just a small town girl, who’s never had it easy in life. That’s until you started working at the Sparkle City nightclub, where you meet Jeong Yunho one of the most richest and dangerous mafia bosses in the city.

{Warnings: explicit scenes, rough sex, unprotected sex, (wrap it, before you tap it), creampie, choking, big dick yunho!!backshots, missionary (with the silver chain hanging yup teehee), fingering, squirting, oral (f receiving), daddy kink, breeding dirty talk, pet names, Yunho is nasty nasty, mentions of murders, alcohol consumption, lmk if I missed anything bookies<33

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“FUCK YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT” You shouted at your good for nothing ex boyfriend. You had just caught him cheating in your shared bedroom, sleeping around with the bitch he clearly told you not to worry about. You should have seen this coming though, all the late nights in, the constant excuses on why he always smelled like another women’s perfume.

You were so over his all his bullshit, all the lies, and all the sleepless nights you cried yourself to sleep, you were truly done. Tears streamed down your face, as you tugged your heavy luggage down the steps of the apartment complex, but you weren’t crying of a broken heart, it was tears of exhaustion.

You were already so numb to the pain you’ve been through in your life, that something like cheating was so minor to you. The only thing running through your mind is where you would lay your head tonight, you were broke as fuck, only 200 to your name which was not enough to get you by for the remaining of the week.

“Fuck this shit, I can’t believe I let myself go through that shit for so long” You said to yourself, as you set on the curve of the road, laying out your options and contemplating what the hell you were going to do. You could check yourself into a motel for tonight, but that would only get you by for the night, plus that would take all you have.

You pulled out your phone, opening up your contact list and scrolling down, until you stopped at your best friend’s contact name. Your finger hovered over the screen, as you contemplated whether you should call her or not, you genuinely didn’t want to bother her but she was the only person you could call.

You didn’t have your parents, your mom died when you were only thirteen years old, and when that happened your father also lost himself, turning to alcohol and drugs. You finally said fuck it and dialed her number, and after three rings she picked up the call.

“What’s up girl, let me guess that motherfucker ain’t came home yet?” Your best friend Nini asked, you could tell she wasn’t home by the loud music playing in the back, she must be at work.

“Hey Ni girl, I just caught his bitch ass cheating on me, with the bitch from down the street” You sighed, disgusted with yourself to even call that pig your ex boyfriend.

“Noo, are you serious right now, with that hoe Makayla or whatever the fuck her name is” Nini said in disbelief, you shivered as you started to feel your body getting cold by the late night breeze, reminding yourself that you were currently homeless.

“So where are you now love bug?” Nini inquired, you bit your lip nervously, hesitant to tell her that you have no where to go, but Nini would never judge you so you just let her know straight up.

“Bitch I’m on the curve of the road right now, I don’t have nowhere to go Ni” You said, you were genuinely so embarrassed to tell your best friend that, feeling the tears starting to prick at your waterlines.

“Oh my god girl, why are you just hanging out by the side of the road this late at night, are you crazy? I tell you what, I’m gonna get you a ride to my spot and you can crash as long as you want okay?” Nini said, you fought back your tears before thanking her and telling her much you appreciated her, without Nini you don’t know where you would be right now.

Not long after the Uber had picked you up from your shitty little town, and brought you to Nini’s high rise apartment in the city. Nini was a stripper, so she could afford to live like this, you on the other hand was barely making it. Some parts of you thought about becoming a stripper, but you just weren’t that type of girl, no judgement though especially to your best friend. But honest truth, you couldn’t see yourself becoming a stripper.

Oh so you thought….

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Nini wasn’t going to be home until later on tonight, she was working a late night shift, so she just gave you the passcode to her apartment and told you to make yourself at home. Her apartment was so spacious and luxurious, you hope one day you could call a place like this your home as well.

You sat your stuff down as you settled in, it was a two bedroom apartment, so you obviously took the guest room. Your stomach growled, reminding you that you haven’t eaten a single thing, since this morning. You thought the least you could do is buy you and your bestie food, so you settled on ordering Chinese takeout.

It was around 2 in the morning when you finally heard the keypad buttons being pressed, indicating Nini was finally home. You were already lounging on the couch, so you greeted her when she came in.

“Hey girl, so good to see you boo, long day at work?” You stood up from the couch, walking over to her and embracing her in a tight hug. She returned your hug with a little snuggle in your neck, sighing exhaustingly.

“Yes girl, we were packed tonight, we have this deal on the weekends, where you can get a free lap dance if you drop a band tip” She said tiredly, spotting the takeout boxes and helping herself to it.

“I’m guessing you had a lot of request huh?” You said cheeky, winking at her playfully. She rolled her eyes at your childishness, stuffing her face like she hasn’t eaten in days.

“Not to bring it up again, but I can’t believe that little ass boy played you like that” She said muffled, the food still being stuffed in her mouth. You sighed and rolled your eyes, before plopping back down on the couch.

“Yeah girl same, but it’s whatever fuck him, I’m done playing with little boys like him, who claim they’re real men when they’re not. All I’m thinking about is finding another job” You said, you had recently quit your other job, because it just got too stressful for you.

“How about you come work with me at Sparkle City?” Nini said a little hesitantly, she’s brought it up to you before, but of course you shot her down, so of course she expected the same response.

You started to actually think real hard about it, I mean could it really be that bad, I mean your best does it so it couldn’t be that big of a deal.

“I don’t know about that Ni, I mean do I even meet the requirements, plus you know how I feel about putting my body on display” You said, and quickly apologizing after, you didn’t want it to sound like an insult but Nini never took offense she knew you didn’t mean any harm.

“Just think about it baby, you’ll be making hella bank like me, plus with a body like that you’ll for sure make a killing” Your best friend reassured you, she’s always hyping you up, when you start to feel insecure or belittle yourself. But she knew it was caused by trauma, you went through in your past.

“I tell you what, come with me to work tomorrow night, and just check the place out to see if it would be something you’re up for” She said understandably, you nodded before going back to thinking real hard about her offer, you honestly loved the idea of making tons of cash, and being able to take good care of yourself because you fucking deserved it.

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The day went by fast and it was time for Nini to go to work, you don’t know why you were so nervous, it’s not like you’ve never been to a strip club before. But you guess, it was because this was possibly going to be your new job now. You and Nini got ready, and headed to Sparkle City, one of the most famous nightclubs in the city.

When you walked inside the club, you were immediately hit with different fumes of smells, some smelling of weed, alcohol, sweat, and different scents of perfumes and colognes. The club was actually really nice, the lights dim with a shade of purple, and the vibes of the place gave off a vintage yet modern style.

“ I have to go get ready, I just got word that one of my regulars are here, aka the one who literally pays all my bills” She stuck her tongue out playfully at you, before disappearing in the back. You on the other hand, you made your way over to the bar, ordering a drink you could barely afford, and taking in the scenery of the place.

As you’re sipping on your drink, you couldn’t help but get the feeling someone’s staring at you. You turned around, to check your surroundings, and that’s when your eyes landed on him. A South Korean gentleman, tall and handsome with an aura that was so intimidating.

His gaze was intense yet, nonchalant as a little smirk was plastered across his face. You tried to look away but it’s like you were paralyzed, you couldn’t move a muscle. That’s when someone finally knocked you out of trance, another handsome gentleman, but not as handsome as Mr tall and mysterious.

“What’s a pretty girl like yourself, sitting here all alone by herself for?” The man inquired, taking a seat next to you.

“I’m just enjoying the vibes” You simply said, taking another sip of your drink. You don’t know why, but you found yourself looking back over at the tall gentleman’s direction, his gaze still on you, but this time his smirk was a lot more noticeable almost amusing as he raised an eyebrow at you.

The guy next to you offered to buy you a drink and of course you took the offer, I mean who were you to turn down free drinks. The whole time you kept stealing glances at the tall handsome man, even though he was accompanied by two beautiful women on his lap, his attention was solely focused on you.

Suddenly he whispered something to the two women in their ears, before they got up from his lap and dismissed themselves. His eyes never left yours, in fact it’s like he called you over without exchanging any words or gestures. You just found yourself getting up from your seat, and making your way over to his section, totally ignoring the other guy asking where are you going.

Now that you were up closer, you could finally make out just how fucking sexy he was, his sliver hair, and lips plump and pink. His eyes were so pretty and intriguing, and don’t even get you started on his style, dressed in all black paired with a whole bunch of jewelry, you could tell he was rich.

“What took you so long baby, kept staring at me but kept me waiting so long” His deep voice caused shivers to run down your spine, fuck this man was going to be the death of you already, and you didn’t even fucking know him.

“Correction sir, you were staring at me” You said, trying to sound confident but your voice wavered a bit, he was making you so nervous and imitated. He let out a little chuckle, and fuck was it the most attractive thing you’ve ever heard, you were ready to drop your panties then and there.

“You stared back sweetheart, I guess we’re both guilty” He said softly, smirking at you with that fucking look, god he’s so fine you thought, if it meant he came to this club all the time, then who’s the person you need to see to apply!

“Are you here all alone baby girl?” He suddenly asked, tilting his head to side, as he checked you out from head to toe, waiting for your answer. You bit your lip nervously, before answering his question.

“No, my friend strips here, I’m just tagging along” You simply said, subconsciously scooting closer to him. He noticed, and smiled before scooting himself closer as well, and at this point you’re almost in his lap.

“Who’s your friend? And I haven’t seen you around here before, are you thinking about working here as well?” He inquired, placing his hand on your thigh, just resting it there but to you it was setting you off, heat rushing to your cheeks and core. His hands were so big, you could imagine how they would feel wrapped your ne-

“Hmm?” He hummed, knocking you out of your dirty thoughts.

“Oh um, her name is Nini, and yes I’m thinking about stripping here” You said a little hesitantly, you didn’t really feel too great giving out your best friend’s name, and telling a complete sexy stranger your plans of applying to work here, but it’s like you were under some spell just by the look in his eyes.

“Mmm I see, first time stripper eh?” He said, voice so deep but smooth like butter. You raised your eyebrow at him, how did he know you never stripped before.

“And how would you know I’ve never stripped before, I could be a pro you know” You said matter of fact, he chuckled softly again, shaking his head at your cuteness. Of course he could tell you were a beginner, just be the way you looked so tense.

“I just can tell mama, definitely don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, are you sure you want to step into this lifestyle? It can get pretty dangerous in this territory” He leaned over to you and whispered those words in your ear. You felt a chill run down your spine, both from being turned on by his hot breath on your neck, and the meaning behind his words.

“I’m a big girl I can take it, thank you very much” You replied, trying to sound tough and confident as possible. He just smirked and chuckled at you, before getting up from the velvet couch.

“Then I hope to see your pretty face around here then, I could get used to that you know” He simply said, before sparing you one last look, as he disappeared somewhere in the club. You don’t know why, but his words laid heavy on your conscious, did he know something? Who was he? why did he seem so informed with everything?

The night came to an end, and you ended up putting in an application and getting interviewed by one of the staff members, he was another South Korean gentleman, long black silky hair, and fine fine. He told you that they would get back to you, after your background check comes back clean and that would decide if you get hired or not.

Two days had passed and you finally got a call back saying your background check came back clean, and you were hired. You were happy you got the job, but you were super nervous, you didn’t really know how to work the pole and you didn’t even know how everything’s supposed to work.

Luckily you had Nini, she’s been stripping since she was 19, and she’s definitely a pro. She has a pole in her room, so she allowed you to practice with it, and honestly you’ve always been a fast learner, so you learned the basics pretty quickly.

Friday night came fast, it was officially your first day as a dancer, and you were anxious as fuck. Nini was a good support system though, making sure you were okay, showing you around the locker room and laying down the important rules that applied to the dancers.

“So what color are you going to wear for your first session, red always looks good on you boo” Nini said, as she applied her makeup. You smiled at her, before holding up both the red and the pink to your naked body in the mirror, as you contemplated on what color you should wear.

You decided on red of course, it just brought out your skin tone, pretty smooth brown skin, in red lingerie. You couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable though, the outfit you were wearing was nothing but provocative, a thin little lace thong and a red corset top. You did look so good though, titties sitting up nicely in your top, and your plump ass on full display.

Finally it was your turn to go on stage, and you started to freak out a little. You swallowed your nerves down the best way you could, before making your way to the stage, your six inch heels clicking as you walked. You hoped that they would play a song that you knew, just to make it easier for you to move to the beat.

Luckily for you, they were playing The Party & The After Party by The Weekend, one of your favorite songs and something slow you could work with. As the song played, you got lost in the music, swaying your curvy hips as you rolled your body down the silver pole

You could feel all the attention on you and honestly it felt good, which was a feeling you didn’t expect to feel, money and praise being thrown at you, as you moved your ass left to right. Finally you looked out to the crowd, and that’s when you laid eyes on none other than the gentleman before.

He had the same exact piercing gaze, but this time it was different, his eyes were dark with lust, hunger, and curiosity. You played along as you kept eye contact with him, bending over on the pole, as you wiggled your ass nicely. He shifted in his seat, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, and if you weren’t seeing things, he mumbled a curse under his breath.

Your dance came to an end, and your made your way backstage, where Nini and some the other girls complimented you on your first dance.

“Damn girl, if I was a man I’ll definitely be hard as a rock right now” one of the other strippers, Lala said. You giggled at her comment, and thanked her.

“No seriously, you did an amazing job sweets, even Mr Jeong came to watch your first performance” Nini said, you looked at her confused, and she snorted, she totally forgot to run that by you about who the boss is, literally the most important part.

“Oh shit, I totally forgot to tell you about who runs this place, so his name is Jeong Yunho, he’s the owner of Sparkle City, he’s also know as Black Demon. One of the most dangerous and feared men in the city” Nini said with no hesitation, meanwhile you’re about to have a panic attack, what do you mean you’re working for a mafia boss?!

You’ve heard of the name Black Demon, even back in your small city, you remember reading about all the possible murders, that are all supposed to link back to him. That brings you back to the night that gentleman said those words to you, and now you knew just what he meant.

“How does he look, is he some creepy old Italian guy, who walks with a cane” You said seriously, but all the others laughed at your remark.

“No silly, he’s actually pretty young and handsome, but he’s really tall, like tall tall and he’s Korean. Oh, and he has silver hair” Nini said nonchalantly, your eyes widened as you registered her words, the gentleman you met at the club the other night, was the owner of this nightclub and he’s in the fucking mafia.

You quickly pulled Nini to side, whispering shouting at her, about why she didn’t let you know beforehand that you were going to working under a criminal.

“You could have at least told me, what I was getting myself into girl, what if something was to happen here” You said, you weren’t really upset, just a little terrified of the possibility of danger here.

“I didn’t think you would mind, plus what type of people do you think run these types of places, CEOs and government workers?” She said sarcastically, you rolled your eyes at her scoffed.

“No, but maybe just regular people, not deadly killers like him, do you know how many people he’s had killed” you exclaimed a little to loud for Nini’s liking, she quickly grabbed you by the arm, shushing you and taking you somewhere more secluded.

“Fuck Y/n, you can’t just be saying shit like that here, you really gotta watch what comes out of your mouth around here. If that shit gets back to Mr Yunho, both of heads will be on a sliver platter” She said with all seriousness, no hint of playfulness in her tone. You felt an eerie chill run down your spine, as you nodded in agreement.

The rest of the night went by smoothly, you had two dances the whole night, and just from those two performances alone you made $500 In total, that would have took you two weeks to make at a regular 9-5, but with stripping you made it in just a day.

You could definitely get used to this lifestyle, continuous money showers raining down on you, all from that shaking a little ass, and popping a titty? It was simply so easy. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t on edge the whole time though, the new found information you got from Nini, was all starting to make sense.

You actually took time, to really look around the place, and it was all so obvious. Men dressed in all black suits, with guns on their hips, and the rule of not being all to enter the boss’s office without permission. You could also tell drug deals goes on here, a bunch of corporate executives and CEO’s, disappearing into the secret room, only to come out looking high out their minds.

Finally your long shift ended, and your feet were killing you, you don’t how these girls around here lasted everyday wearing these tall ass heels. You gave the club their percentage, and took the rest for yourself. You threw back on your regular clothes, and waited for Nini, to get finished with her private session, she was one of the popular dancers, so she had a lot of rich ass regulars that always came and spent hella money for a private lap dance.

You decide to reward yourself with a nice little drink, the fruity alcoholic beverage hitting the spot after a long day of standing on your feet. As you’re enjoying your drink, you felt someone tap you on the shoulder, and that’s when you turned around and you were faced with the same man who interviewed for the job.

“Miss Y/n, the boss has requested your presence to his office” The man simply said, his stone cold expression giving you chills, your heart started to beat out of your chest, why did Mr Jeong want to see you? Were you in trouble? Are you going to die? Did someone overhear you and Nini’s conversation from earlier.

All those thoughts started to run through your head at once, as you nervously nodded your head, and stood from your seat following him into the back of the club. Your palms were so sweaty, and your legs wobbled slightly as you walked, were you about to die? He led you down a long vintage looking hallway, stopping two tall double doors.

“You may enter, boss is waiting for you inside” The man said, before turning away from you, and standing by the door like a statute. You assumed he was one of Yunho’s men. Your hands were shaky, as you hesitated to push the doors open, you didn’t know what you were about to face and it scared the living hell out of you.

Finally you pushd the doors open, and you were hit with a faint smell of an incense burning, his office was more like a lounge, vintage furnished and expensive chandeliers hanging from the ceilings. There was even a pole in the middle of the room, and not to mention, the big liquor cabinet, with tons of expensive glasses and brown liquor.

You made your way around the corner, and there he was, lounging on the couch as held one of the expensive looking glasses in his hand, half full of some type of brown liquor. He was clad in a black button down shirt, with some of buttons opened to see his chest, and black slacks that showed the outline of his skinny waist.

“Y-you wanted to see me sir?” You stuttered, barely managing to get your words out. He grinned softly, as he twirled the brown sustenance around in his cup.

“Would you like to have a drink with me” He said softly, gesturing you towards the spot next to him on the couch. You managed to walk over and take a seat next to him, your legs felt stiff, like they were going to give out on you any minute.

He grabbed you a glass off the table and poured bourbon whiskey inside of it. You’ve never had whiskey before, it was way too expensive to buy, but he had a whole case full of it.

“I hope you don’t mind taking whiskey, it’s the only thing I drink” He said, staring deep into your eyes as he handed you the drink.

“I’ve never had whiskey before, but all about trying new things” You said before, holding the glass up to your nose and smelling it. The scent was strong, and you could tell it was going to burn your throat, but being a pussy was not in your nature. Yunho watched you carefully the whole time, watching as you down the shot of whiskey.

And just how you imagined, the brown liquor burned the hell out of your throat, your eyes watering like hell. Yunho smirked at you in amusement, you were an intriguing little thing, taking a whiskey neat shot like a champ, he was so turned on by you.

You cleared your throat before breaking the silence, the room was starting to grow hot, the tension in the room was beginning to feel overwhelming.

“I didn’t know you owned this club” You said carefully, trying not to make full eye contact with him, his presence was so dangerous for you, his aura was addicting and you were eating it all up. You’ve never felt so weak for a man, like you do for Yunho, he makes you want to submit to him, makes you want to serve him like he’s your master.

“You seemed like a smart girl, thought you would’ve been able to read between lines bunny” He said, voice husky and slightly raspy from drinking the whiskey, you fought to keep your composure, your things starting to rub together at the nicknames he was giving you.

You swallowed your hard, not trusting your own voice to say another word, you just looked around timidly, waiting to see what his motive was. And that’s when he said that…

“Dance for me” He suddenly said, staring at you with an unreadable expression, your eyes widened as you stared back at him in shock. Did he really just ask you to dance for him?

“Y-you want me to dance for you?” You repeated, starting to squirm nervously in your seat. He simply nodded, biting his bottom lip, as he laid his back against the couch, relaxing his shoulders. You sat there in silence at first, trying to process everything at once, it’s not like you could tell him no, Could you tell him no? You thought to yourself as you pondered and pondered.

“I want you to repeat the same dance you did earlier, but this time can we make it a little bit more interesting shall we?” He smirked, taking another shot of whiskey, you could tell he was tipsy by the way his pupils were now blown out and glassy.

“Make it interesting how?” You inquired, anxiously fiddling with your fingers. He grabbed a small black remote, dimming the lights of the room changing it to the same shade of red like you had for your stage dance.

“Do it naked, just for me” He replied, you almost choked on your own spit, he wants you to dance naked for him, is he out of his mind?!

“I don’t think that’s appropriate sir, I can’t” You said, yes he was fine and yes he was a mafia leader, but you still had respect for yourself, or so you thought…

“You know baby, I don’t usually take to the dancers that work at my club, but you baby, you been driving me insane since I first laid eyes on you” He said, you do remember Nini telling you that Yunho never slept or interacted sexually with any of them, of course there were plenty of the girls who threw themselves at him, but he always turned them down.

“You’re telling me I’m special huh” You said, starting to feel less nervous and anxious because of his intriguing words.

“Yes, indeed you are baby girl, now be a good girl and get up there and dance for me” He smirked, as he poured himself another drink, waiting patiently for you to follow his orders. You got up from the couch, and made your way over to the pole. Yunho stared shamelessly at your ass, as it jiggled when you walked.

He pressed play on the music, and the beat of the song came through the speakers of the lounge. You started to slowly strip out of your clothes, luckily your regular clothes consisted of a pair of booty shorts and a lace crop top. You turned around and bent over, your ass facing him as you slowly eased out of your thong.

Yunho let out a quiet groan, shifting around in his seat, as he adjusted his legs. You could tell the effect you had on him, boy were you letting it go over your head, you swayed and rolled your body just like you did on stage, Yunho was watching so intently, taking another sip from his drink, as he enjoyed your dirty dancing.

You swirled around the pole, doing the tricks that Nini taught you, and then you hopped off the pole and made your way over to him. You stood right in front of him, as you shake your ass and danced provocatively. He spread his legs, and you took the hint now giving him a lap dance as you grind and twerk your ass in his lap.

You could feel how hard he was, cock straining painful through his slacks, begging for some sort of relief. As much as you loved and respected him for just watching and enjoying without touching, you wanted him to touch you, to feel his big strong hands on your body.

“Mmm touch me baby” You said, your pussy now leaking onto his slacks, you were so turned on from this, and so was he. He bit his lip harshly, before going to rub on your ass and waist, you were such a sinful sight.

“God fucking damnit, you’re making it difficult to resist you right now baby” He groaned, squeezing your asscheeks and spreading them apart to look at your wet glistening folds. You moaned softly, as he spread your pussy lips apart, to see how tight and small your hole is.

“Then don’t resist sir, take me please” You begged shamelessly, Yunho could feel his cock twitching in the confines of his boxers, it was not like him to fuck one of his dancers, but you weren’t just a dancer to him, you were the women he’s been searching for all along, he was so weak in the knees for you.

“Do you know what you’re asking for bunny, and who you are dealing with?” He hissed in pleasure, you full on dry humping him now, the friction from his clothed cock, turning you on to the max.

“I don’t care how dangerous you are, I don’t care that you are bad for me, I just w-wan you now” You whined, feeling yourself getting shamelessly close to your high, you were about to get off by dry humping him, it felt too fucking good to stop now. He halted your movements, and you let out a desperate whine, you thought he was rejecting you until he suddenly manhandled you into the couch.

“Fuck I can’t hold back anymore, can’t resist such a pretty little fucking slut like you darling, such a nasty little thing, about to make a mess all over my pants with that wet pussy” He groaned, spreading your asscheeks, before spitting directly on your pussy, and licking a strip of your pussy.

Your back arched, as you gripped the edges of the couch, the feeling of his wet long tongue was like no other, it’s been so long since you’ve had your pussy eaten, and Yunho just happened to be a fucking pro at it!

“Oh fuck, oh fuck please right there” You moaned shamelessly, he sucked and licked on your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your whole body was trembling with pleasure, as you looked back at see his face buried beneath your asscheeks.

“Fuck mama, pussy taste so damn good, shit could eat your up all night” He said muffled, now tongue fucking your tight little hole, like it was his cock. You let out a pathetic scream, the band in your stomach threatening to snap any minute now, you couldn’t believe how fast he was about to make you come undone on his face.

“You gonna come on my face pretty thing, that’s right make a fucking mess on daddy’s face” He growled, sliding one of his digits inside your tight cunt. Your pussy clenched violently around his finger, you could feel this hot tingling feeling in your lower abdomen, you’ve never felt this feeling before and you knew you were about to cum so hard.

“Daddy! Oh my god I’m cumming” You whined loudly, the knot in your stomach finally coming unraveled, as you squirted your essence all over his face. Your legs were trembling, you were panting like crazy, and you felt so embarrassed squirting all over his face like that.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know I was going to squirt” you said weakly, you were already so fucked out, but you guys were far from being done, you needed his big cock inside your greedy pussy.

“No don’t apologize for being a good girl for daddy, that was so fucking hot” He groaned, standing up from his knees, as he started to unbuckle his pants, dropping down to his ankles. The outline of his cock in his boxers was huge, you were definitely intimidated by his size but also so fucking turned on by it.

“Gonna let me fuck this tight pussy raw baby?” He grunted, freeing himself of out of the confines of his boxers, as his dick spring free, the top flushed red and leaking precum. You looked back at him and nodded eagerly, wiggling your ass to entice him. He groaned loudly, before rubbing his tip against your wet folds.

“Baby p-please, stick it in, need your cock so badly” You pleaded, wanting nothing more than to feel his thick cock, rearranging your guts. He smacked your asscheek, and you yelped at the sting of it. Finally after what seemed like eternity, you felt his mushroom tip nudging your tight hole, your little pussy struggling to accommodate his massive size.

“Oh shit! Oh my god wait, too fucking big” You whined, pushing back at his stomach for him to give you a minute. He chuckled softly in amusement, landing a harsh smack to your asscheek, as he rubbed soothing circles on the same spot.

“You can take it bunny, remember your words, you’re big girl you can take it” He cooed, pushed your face into the couch, as he started to push his length inside your fluttering walls. The stretch was intense, it felt you were being split in half, if it wasn’t for how wet your pussy was, it would have been impossible to fit.

After a couple more pushes he was fully nestled inside you, standing still to let you adjust to his size, and you could feel his throbbing cock pulsating. He let out a deep groan, trying to hold himself back, from fucking into you roughly.

“Fuuuckk, this pussy so tight and warm, shit tell me when to move baby girl” He hissed, as your pussy clenched snugly around his length. Eventually the pain started to turn into pleasure, and you were ready for him to ruin you.

“You can move now daddy” You moaned, pushing your ass against his pelvis, wanting to feel him as deep as possible. He pulled almost out of your wet pussy, until he slammed back in, knocking the wind out of your lungs.

“Hnmphhhh, Ohh my god Yunho, your cock so fucking good” You moaned loudly, gripping onto the couch for dear life, as he starts to fuck into you. Yunho eyes rolled to back of his head, your pussy felt incredible around his cock, all tight and warm.

“Look at you, such a good fucking girl, taking my cock like a good little whore” He growled, setting a brutal pace, as he starts to beat your pussy in. The sounds of skin slapping echoed throughout the room, and you’re pretty sure his bodyguard could hear you getting your guts rearranged.

“Yes daddy, I’m your good little whore” You screamed out, as Yunho pulled you by the hair, forcing your body to lay flushed to his chest, as he pounds relentlessly into your weeping cunt.

“That’s right all fucking mines, nobody can fucking have you, you belong to me now understood?” He spat, as he manhandled your body to a different position, somehow not sliding out of you. You were now laying on your back, face to face with him, ad he hovered on top of you.

He barely gave you time to breathe, as starting to pound into you again. Your eye rolled to back of your head, and you screamed In silence, he was fucking the shit out of you, all you could do was lay there and take it like the good whore you are.

“Yunho! S-slow down, I’m going to cum again fuck” You whined, that same tingling feeling returning, as you neared your high for the 2nd time tonight. The sight of Yunho tall frame above your small one, rocking his hips back and forth, as his silver diamond chain dangled over your face.

“Fuck baby I’m not gonna last any longer, I wanna breed this pussy, stuff you full of my babies and ruin you for anyone who tried to take what’s mines” He said, you could barely hear what he was saying, your mind was in another dimension as he fucked you into an oblivion.

Like clockwork, he hit your pressure point, that spot inside you that makes everything feel fuzzy. Your legs were shaking violently, as he slammed into your g-spot over and over, and finally you felt the band snap in your stomach snap. You came hard around his dick, squirting and creaming like crazy.

He followed shorty after, letting out a guttural groan, as he emptied out his once full balls inside your spent cunt. His big body collapsed on the side of you, the both of you panting heavily, and trying to catch each other’s breath.

You could feel his cum oozing out of your abused hole, the feeling was so uncomfortable in the worst way. He got up from the couch, disappearing into the bathroom, and coming out with a box of tissues. You laid there weak, as you watched him wipe the remnants of his cum, that oozed out on your thighs and legs.

Your heart skipped a beat at that, normally you never received aftercare, not even your ex boyfriend took the time to do this for you. You couldn’t believe a stone cold killer like Yunho, was being sweet to you like this, you were whipped.

Finally he broke the silence, grabbed you by your waist and pulling you closer to him.

“I hope you didn’t think I was playing with you baby, you really belong to me now “ He said seriously, rubbing soothing circles on your back. You smiled like an idiot, snuggling your face into his neck.

“Good because I’m not going anywhere, I’m yours” You simply said, pecking him on his cheek, he locked eyes with you, and this time it wasn’t that unreadable stone cold expression. It was replaced with something more softer, love and warmth.

You knew what you were getting yourself into falling for a man like Jeong Yunho, but you didn’t care, you were in love with a criminal with no shame.

“𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝.

“𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐞𝐭” 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐝.

The End…

A/n: Someone pass me a cigarette real quick 🚬 😩 this is so toe curling, pussy popping good!!! I been wanting to release a fic about Yunho for so long and I finally did it😛 we cheered! Ladies and gentlemen I’m afraid this is a nasty one be prepared to change your sheets🫦 not proofreading shii🫶🏽

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[sugarcreambiteskingdom]

May I have the five beasts x male reader who is one of them and has the power to create plants and such before his corruption he was always pressure by the witches and his advisors to be perfect always have a smile on his face make beautiful flowers and plants bloom always no matter what never allow to do what he truly wants to do force to be the perfect cookie with a perfect smile and until he snap and become a beast he use his plants to torment and terrified the one who always pressure him to be perfect and he say finally no longer have to be perfect I will go my own way I own nothing to those worthless cookies or the witches now they will all see what else can I do as he has huge creepy smile on his face as his laughts evilly as his plants attacks the cookies and earthbread and completely takes over even his appearance change to one he prefers he use a rose on his head then he becomes a beasts it has teeths and will turn into a huge rise monster by reader command headcanons please

Cream Oreo Cookie: This reminds me of a movie I once knew but I can't remember it :v

The First Ancient Cookie's:

Light Milk Cookie:

He was worried about you and was...upset with the witches and how they treat you

He doesn't appreciates the Witches pushing you to use your powers 24/7 just because you we're a powerful Ancient Cookie you still need rest

He would always makes excuses for you so the witches would let you rest

He will be there for you to comfort you if you ever needed it

Spice Cookie:

Seeing you tired and overwhelmed with work was enough to annoy The Herald Of Change from the Witches decisions to treat you like a lowly worker which never fails to BOIL his Jam

He would always so called "kidnap" you so the two of you can chat and relax in his temple

He makes sure you eat well and drink a lot and rested a lot by giving you a ton of food, drinks, blankets, pillows, stuff animals to cuddle with

Salt Cookie:

He disapproves with all of the Witches antics and how they use you

Your just a Cookie for The Witches sake! Just because you have a crunchy and hard dough doesn't mean you still can't break from exhaustion

He would also like Spice Cookie will "kidnap" you to get some rest

The two would go on for walks, or read a book under a tree or just enjoy the peacefulness of everything and relax

Plain Flour Cookie:

She has heard all of your wishes for peace and relaxation under a tree by a hill far away from your duties

She is always there to listen and give you advice

She also does not agree with the Witches Wishes of your time to give all of your energy and power of "Life" as they all say

If you ever need someone to cry your heart out she is here for you do not worry

Ephemeral Sugar Cookie:

Why would the witches force such a handsome Cookie like yourself to manual labor?

Okay maybe Manual Labor is a bit too much but it kind of looks that way from her eyes!

A Handsome and Magnificent Cookie like yourself should rest and have time for yourself to instead of letting yourself get over work like this!

She would always visit you and give you clouds to use as bed or pillows to rest on and relax alongside her!

She will wrap her wings around you as you sleep and at times hide you from the Witches so you can go and sleep for atleast 9 Hours or so

BEAST COOKIES:

Shadow Milk Cookie:

THIS, THIS IS THE REASON WHY IT WAS AN AMAZING IDEA TO LEAVE THE WITCHES BEHIND

This was there fault not yours...

If they weren't so pushy maybe this wouldn't have happened

But that's okay!

Now we can all have fun with our powers and use them for our OWN entertainment and not THE WITCHES

Burning Spice Cookie:

He was so glad that the two of you finally decided to leave those witches expectations and create your own fun

He would ask you to battle with him and spar just to see how strong you've gotten

He'll make sure to not burn your beautiful plants or work of art during those battles since he knows that you still love your plants and won't want for them to be burnt into dust even though you can always make some more

So basically he just uses his axe to cut through it

Silent Salt Cookie:

They had enough of the witches and how they treated you

So let's see what they think about the new you?

Causing chaos from left to right

You and Silent Salt Cookie we're an amazing team at the battle field

You would throw those wretched Cookie's up high to the skies as Silent Salt Cookie slice them off

Even though he doesn't talk now unlike the past

He would always bring you a head of a Cookie with it's head full of your favorite flowers in it to show his affection towards you

Mystic Flour Cookie:

The Witches always Take and Take and Take and Take

But now there's nothing to give and that's how Mystic Flour Cookie felt which is why she understands what you we're going through

Those greedy Cookie's wants there wishes to come through to the point they would crumble eachother

While the Witches never gave any care about you and how much work they weigh on you

So why not let them see how can one of the purest of Cookie can turn to the most bitterness ones

Eternal Sugar Cookie:

It wasn't fun or funny at all anymore seeing you all hurt and sad and stressed out from the witches

But seeing you now destroying those witches creations made her so damn happy for you

She even decided to join you in this masquerade of yours

She will never leave her little Cinnamon Roll behind to make all of this Cookie's Suffer!

She wants to have some fun too

Oh how she enjoyed it spending time with you with no Witches to interrupt your bond!

How Fun!

[admirationandromantics]

Hyper-dependent

Okay, this was a request, and I feel like I'm slowly getting my flow back. Sorry to say, but I have deleted some of the requests because I just didn't feel motivated to do them. This doesn't mean that I'll stop! I appreciate every one I get, and I hope to receive more as time goes on.

This one is quite angsty, and deals with Josh's trauma after the mountain. Yes, you are basically emotional support. You're dating, he feel bad (of course) and nightmares regularly haunt him. There's also smut because of the request (and some people cope that way I guess). Anyways, enjoy <3

The events of the cabin were long over, and luckily, everyone survived. I don’t know how, and I didn’t think we would, but somehow, it happened. Josh was stuck down in the mines for a while. Days… I wasn’t allowed to search for him with the professionals, but I was the first one who got to see him at the hospital. His parents arrived shortly after as well, and they were glad that he was okay. He moved home for a couple of weeks, but came back in with me when the health professionals told him it was possible. I couldn’t wait. They told me it would be a lot of work, and sometimes, he has really bad days. I understood their concern, but I wanted him, I wanted him back. And maybe getting back to the usual routine would do him good? 

They were right. The days that were bad were horrible. Hours upon hours of crying and screaming. He exhausted himself at the end, finally falling into my arms and falling asleep. I knew he still mourned his sisters, but the monsters upon that mountain made him terrified. Sometimes he hid a knife under the bed, paranoid that they’d come for him. I still did my best to help him, even though I struggled myself. These events affected all of us after all. That’s what made it worse, I couldn’t even talk to them about it. They struggled as well, and many just wanted to put the events behind them. 

***

“I fucked up” Josh whispers beside me. It’s the middle of the night, and due to his violent sleep, I haven’t been able to relax. 

“It’s okay” I put my hand on his cheek, caressing carefully and grounding him. The most important thing is that he stays grounded, that he doesn’t do worse in a panicky state. 

“What if they come for me? What if they come for you?” 

“They won’t, I promise” 

He looks up at me, worried and concerned. He doesn’t seem that bad now. More like in a processing phase. He just needs some reassurance. 

“Are you sure” 

I smile, grabbing the hem of my t-shirt. Well, Josh’s shirt, but it was the perfect sleeping wear. If he needed reassurance, then he would get it. After all, I was not supporting the whole ‘being prepared for death’-thing he had going. I could sleep in a vulnerable position, confident that nothing would happen while I did. I mean, it makes sense in my head. 

“I’m so sure that I’ll sleep naked. Know why?” 

“Because they’re not coming tonight?” 

“Exactly” 

I fully take off the top, before leaning down on his chest and pulling the covers over us. His heart is beating rapidly, and I rub soft circles over his bicep, trying to calm him. 

“You got hurt” 

“But I’m fine now” 

“I hurt you, I can never forgive myself for that” his voice breaks, silence following. We’ve been through this thing many times, but I understand why he isn’t letting it go. If I hurt him like that, the guilt would probably kill me. 

“You couldn’t have known what was on that mountain” 

“But I hurt you, I planned to hurt you”

“And I forgive you”

I lean upwards, giving him a small kiss. We could have this conversation a million times, and a million times I would say the same thing. I love him, and I forgive him. 

He turns, laying over me and capturing my lips again. This time it’s deeper, more passionate and rough. I break it off. 

“Josh, I don’t think we should do this in your state” 

“Please, just let me feel you” 

I oblige, pulling him down on me again. I caress his back, feeling the tensed up muscles under my fingertips. He needs to relax, to take a breath. His hand grabs my upper hips, groping harshly. The pain makes me wince, and he uses the opportunity to put his tongue in my mouth, exploring my insides. I already feel myself getting wet. We’ve been having sex, on his good days at least, and there weren’t many of them nowadays. 

He grabs hold of my thigh, pulling my leg up as he grinds against me. He’s incredibly hard, and I wonder why. We just talked about the mountain, about me being hurt, about me being in pain… 

Our breaths line up, both of our pulses skyrocketing. He kisses down my chest, stomach and my inner thighs. He leaves rough bites, red marks which will probably last for days. Before the incident, we’d always been rough and hard when being intimate with each other, but after, he’d been much more careful, treating me like I was made of porcelain, afraid that a small nail mark would hurt me. Now, he goes against everything we’d been doing for the last months, and I love it. 

I look down, only to be met with his piercing gaze as he slowly drags my underwear off, throwing it on the floor. He holds the intense eye contact while lowering himself, his tongue coming in contact with my folds. I let out a breath, whining from his small touches. He’s barely touching me, knowing that the teasing will get me even wetter. 

“Josh…” 

He doesn’t answer, instead putting more pressure on me, resulting in more pleasurable sounds escaping my lips. I feel my core building up, body getting warmer, and nipples getting harder. I’m right on the edge, begging to be let free when he stops. I whine from the sudden lack of contact. 

He drags off his boxers, revealing himself. He doesn’t give me time to take him in, instead leaning over me, hands roaming my body. I’m wondering if he’s falling apart, if he wants to stop. I sit up, hand going to his face. Before I’m able to reach him, both of my ankles are gripped, tugging me down, leading to my back slamming down on the mattress again. I yelp, unsure about his next step. 

But he doesn’t waste time. His dick is running up and down my folds, begging to be let inside. He slams into me, everything at once. I give out a loud moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure surrounding me as he starts moving. He goes almost all out before slamming in again, making low grunt sounds as he breathes. The rhythmic pattern of his movements are mirrored by the sounds coming out of me. Endless tunes of moans and whimpers filling the dark bedroom. 

My heat starts building up again, taking me to the edge. I grip the sheets as I try to hold on a little more, wanting to come together. My body bounces back and forth on the mattress, my hand going over my head to stop it from slamming into the bedframe. He massages my thighs roughly, causing me to fall over. I come all over his cock whilst feeling high on ecstasy. My legs automatically squeeze around his torso, and it doesn’t take long for him to come after. He fills me up, slowly going out before falling on top of me. 

His face is wet, tears flowing as he nuzzles into the crook of my neck. He tries to mask the whimpers and hulks coming out, but ultimately fails. I put my arms around him, one going into his hair. I stroke up and down his back, hoping to calm him. 

“Are you okay?” I ask, trying to calm myself after my high. 

“Please just let me feel you a bit more” he manages to say, arms going around my waist, hugging and holding me down. I kiss his forehead, fingers still combing through his hair. 

“I’m here Josh. I’ll always be here”

[tinylilacbun]

Little!reader lost her lovey and daddy!john b or papa!jj your choice :p hands her his shirt as a new comfort object

Comfort Replacement

Pairing: daddy!john b x little!reader x papa!jj

Warnings: age regression, losing a comfort item, fluff

A/n: Why not both!! (We're gonna ignore that the shirt in the picture is a Harry Styles one 😭)

You have a few stuffed animals already collected over the years but there's one particular that you just can't live without, it's a Lovey, who is clearly well loved and definitely looks like it too.

It has a special place in your heart since you got it when you were a toddler. Wherever you sleep it would be held in your hands or within arm reach.

So it's a shock to you when you can't find him in John B's bed, now looking everywhere in the Chateau for it frantically.

"Whoa, what y'doing there?" JJ asks with a yawn, running a hand through his bed hair.

You just keep rushing around, not acknowledging him and whine when he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you against him to kiss your cheek. "What's up with you, hm?"

With a sigh you relax against him, a frown on your face. "Can't find ma lovey..."

Oh shit. That's not good, not at all. JJ and John B know how attached you are to it, so the mere thought of you losing it has JJ already tensing up, already dreading the emotional rollercoaster you will most definitely go through.

JJ let go of you again when John B came inside and you instantly crashed into his chest, sniffling quietly.

"Hey, what happened? Was JJ mean again?" He asks and JJ looks at him baffled.

"Dude, seriously?"

John B just smirks, rubbing your back and looking down, his heart aching at how upset you seem. "C'mon, tell daddy what's bothering you."

"Lovey s'gone..." You mumble into his shirt, not seeing the way he looks at JJ with wide eyes who nods his head, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Oh, he's probably just hiding. Don't worry, we'll find him, bun." He promises, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Sure to his words, you all spend a good amount of time searching for your Lovey. The rest of the day the boys managed to keep you entertained enough for you to not think about your stuffie missing.

But that all vanished the second it was time for bed. John B and JJ have a difficult time getting you ready to sleep. You simply can't and won't sleep without your comfort item, making that painfully clear.

You keep whining and at some point even start crying, rubbing your eyes tiredly but refuse to fall asleep.

They stand beside the bed, not knowing what to do. JJ has his arms crossed while John B has his hands in his hips. The blonde goes to sit down beside you, grabbing your bunny and holding it out to you.

"Look, cupcake, the bunny is just as good." He tries to calm you down, nuzzling the bunny's nose with yours, sighing when you pull away shaking your head.

"S'not Lovey." You sniffle.

"Yea, I know but-" He starts again but John B cuts him off by grabbing the bunny, suddenly taking his shirt off and putting it over the stuffie. "Oh, okay."

Youe crying stopped, instead tilting your head at the brunette with a confused look.

"Take your shirt off." He addresses JJ, who didn't question his best friend and quickly takes it off, handing it to him. John b approaches you with a soft smile. "Hands up, bubba."

You reluctantly obey, lifting your arms over your head as he grabs the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and changing it with JJ's shirt instead.

"There, now lay down, trust me." He says, giving you your bunny that now wears his shirt.

You huff but lay down, snuggling the bunny and the mixed scent of JJ and John B has your eyes finally drooping shut, exhaustion taking over you.

"Holy shit." JJ whispers, looking at John B who has a smug expression on his face. "You're a fucking genius."

John B just shrugs, patting his back. "Y'know you should really listen to Pope's rambling, they save your life in situations like these."

Taglist

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For JJ:

@chiaraanatra @chimindity @flora-eva

[dreamymagnolia]

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Midnight Warmth

zayne x fem!reader

zayne is babying you after a stressful day at work

Genre: romance, fluff, (very) slight angst

Warning(s): mc is being a bit childish

Word count: 907

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Sigh. It had been a rough day for you, you came home to an empty house. It was almost midnight, where could he be? Frowning, you dropped your bag on the couch carelessly, the weight of the day pressing harder. You needed his hug and attention at this moment yet he wasn’t even home yet. This wasn’t the first time that he hadn’t told you he’d be late, you can tolerate it for the first few times, but now you had enough. You decided not to call him, walked towards the bathroom to freshen up after work, and sat on the couch to relax for a bit with your journal. 

Two hours later you woke up to the soft click of the door, you fell asleep on the couch. Zayne approached quietly, “Hey, love.. I’m home,” he leaned down to kiss the top of your head, then he noticed your sleepy eyes, “Did you fall asleep here?” his hand moved to caress your hair gently, but you were still too upset—and half awake—to respond. 

Instead, you silently gathered your things from the couch, your frustration bubbling up beneath your skin, and walked away without a single word. 

“Wait, love, where are you going?” you can hear there was a hint of anxiety and confusion in his voice.

You paused for a second, “I’m sleeping in the guest bedroom tonight,” you replied coldly, gripping on the doorknob. 

“Love, let’s talk it out first, shall we?” he said calmly, yet you can sense his fear, he stepped closer to you.

“Too tired for that,” you said, stepping into the room but he quickly stopped the door from closing, pushing it back gently but firmly.

“Please, love, don’t shut me out like this. I know I should’ve told you that I’m coming home late, I’m sorry,” he whispered, standing in the doorway.

You paused for a moment, but your exhaustion and hurt were louder. “You look tired, you should rest right now.” you tried to close the door, but his grip on the door was stronger.

“No, I’m not resting until we sort it out,” he insisted, frustration welling up within you. “If you’re sorry then why are you doing it over and over again?!” you bursted out, trying your best not to cry.

“Love, there was an emergency surgery.. I did text you after I finished with the surgery,” he sighed, it was clear that he was as exhausted as you, “I’m sorry.. How was your day? Did something happen at work?”

Spot on, he always knew what was wrong with you, tears started to well up in your eyes.

“Can I hug you? Please?” he held out his arms, you instantly melted into his embrace and started to sob softly.

“Shh.. I’m here,” he stroked your back gently, you buried your face on his chest. You could feel his heartbeat against his chest, the warmth of his presence calmed your heart.

He continued to hold you close and planted soft kisses on your head until your sobs faded and peace found its way back to you.

Zayne wiped your remaining tears on your cheeks, kissing your eyes gently, hoping it would cast away your weariness and frustration. You started to regain your composure, 

“I missed you..” your voice was a bit cracked, he hummed, “And I missed you too, now.. do you want to tell me what was wrong at work?” his voice was softened, still holding you in his arms.

“There were people who left me out at work,” you exhaled, your voice trembling slightly, “They told me to do a bunch of reports, and I did it.. Once I handed it over, they didn’t even bother to thank me or anything, I thought I did something wrong, but Tara told me the reports were fine. They even invited Tara over for dinner, they just ignored me, even Tara was as confused as I am.” 

Zayne’s brow furrowed, “That’s not nice at all, I’m really sorry that you had to go through this,” he brushed his fingers on your cheek softly. “You know, love, perhaps it’s time to set your boundaries, you don’t have to do all the reports for them next time, was it your leader who asked you to do it?”

“No..” 

He sighed as you pouted, “Then I don’t see the reason why you should do all the reports if it wasn’t your leader, even if it was your leader, then you have a questionable leader,” he tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, “As for the dinner, how about you let me to take you out instead? I’d be more than happy to treat you.” he smiled warmly.

“But.. What about your shift?” you looked up at him with hope and uncertainty.

“I’ll fit it into my schedule, does tomorrow sound good to you?” 

You nodded, delighted with the gesture.

“There you are, that’s my girl.” he pressed a kiss on your cheek, you chuckled softly.

“Thank you baby, I’m sorry that I lashed out and sorry for being a crybaby, I understand that your work is demanding..” you started to caress his cheek gently.

“I knew it wasn’t about my job, but there’s no need to apologize.. you’re my crybaby after all.” he teased, a playful smile tugging at his lips, “Now, are you still going to sleep in the guest bedroom?” you shook your head, pouting in response.

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 Hi I'm back! This was rather a short one, I wrote it spontaneously at 1 AM lol and I've been thinking about zayne babying mc a lot.

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[cryinginmyroomsposts]

decipher you | Woozi one-shot

Pairing: Lee Jihoon x fem. Reader

tags: angst, fluff, established relationship, yearning, happy ending, good surprises, a pov switch at the end (just for funsies)

a/n: It's been eons since i wrote on here and a sudden woozi brain rot caused me to write this. not proofread and please let me know what you think and if you have any suggestions or fics

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It’s way past sunset and well into the next day. Hey you can’t help but keep staring at the clock, your phone and the door. The same order. Every 15 seconds.

Clock. Phone. Door. A heavy sigh… Silence… Clock. Phone. Door. A sigh… Silence…

You should go to sleep, you are aware. But the flicker of hope in you has not died yet. He’ll be home before sunrise… today.

You had the same thought for the fifth night in a row. And the last four days you’d been proven wrong.

Yet here you sit, on the edge of your soft brown couch- handpicked by your Jihoon, looking and hoping for any signs of him showing up for a full night’s sleep.

Jihoon always tiptoed in at the early hours of the day- dragging his messy hair and droopy eyes slowly to lay beside you on the bed. Every morning you pretended you didn’t notice him come in. You pretend you didn’t notice his exhausted sigh as his head hits the bed. You pretend you didn’t notice the light peck he gives you even as sleep threatens to take him away. You pretend not to smile as he says the same thing each morning- “Love you baby. I’ll do better tomorrow.”

And each day you pretend you have faith in his sleepy promise. But why wouldn’t you?

This is Jihoon. Your Jihoon.

The same person who stood through your strenuous years of doctorate degree madness. The Jihoon who held your hand through countless vaccinations, never once complaining that you’re too old to cry about needles. The same Jihoon who always cooks every weekend for the two of you, no matter the amount of pressure he is in.

This is the Jihoon who flew 14 hours across the globe to be with you during your thesis presentation.

This is the Jihoon who took a stand against his company and the industry to proudly announce you as his partner and dedicate multiple love songs to you.

This is the Jihoon who learnt your language to talk to you and your parents in your mother tongue.

The is the Jihoon who married you in your home country even if it meant having to fly out his family and friends across the globe.

This is Jihoon. Your whole universe for the last decade. You trust him with everything in this world and know him like the back of your hand.

But even after all these years, you can’t decipher him.

The way he goes silent suddenlymakes it almost impossible to understand if it’s a good, bad, or nothing silent.

Of course, over the years he has learned to let you in on his thoughts. But once in a while, he relapses into this shell of his. This regression happens in higher intensities during the song production time. He is more present during dance practices and comebacks. But when Jihoon is in Producer Woozi mode, he forgets everyone and everything for hours (and sometimes days) on end.

You had gotten used to it for the most part. Usually, this wouldn’t have annoyed or irked you the way it is right now.

But this time, it’s different.

Your world turned around in the last three days and the one person who needs to hear it isn’t there. The one person your heart is leaping out to isn’t there to hold it. This one time you wished life’s timing wasn’t cruel.

There are a lot of things in life you are capable of accomplishing on your own.

But you know how important his work is to Jihoon. After 13 years in this field, the incredulous passion he still carries is commendable. And after everything he and the team has been through, they’re finally enjoying their craft and you’d be the last person to disturb that equilibrium.

Jihoon’s craft is special. His dedication and work ethic are special. You knew he didn’t like to be interrupted or questioned during his process. And god knows you didn’t want to do that.

But you need Jihoon, now more than ever.

So you look up at the clock once again. 1:05 AM Sigh… You turn on your phone once again. No New Notifications. Sigh… You run your hand through your hair. Holding your breath in, you look at the door. Silence… Sig-

The clicking sounds on the door awaken your soul. One-click. One push. The door swings open and there he is- Jihoon. Your Jihoon. Same fluffy, messy hair. The old worn down black hoodie. Droopy eyes now wide open in surprise.

“Baby. Why are you awake? It’s so late.” He says as he kneels next to you after removing his shoes.

“Jihoon-ah…” your voice comes out in a croak. You haven’t uttered a since the last 5 hours you were at home.

“Hmm?” He looks at you with stars in his eyes. The eye bags prominent as the light hits his face. He’s the most beautiful human you’ve ever laid eyes on.

Before you could speak he begins, as his one palm draws circles on your thighs and the other holding your hip. “I’m really really sorry baby… I know I haven’t been present in a while. The company has been pressing us for variety and I’ve been breaking my head about it.”

A pause as he lays his head on your lap and looks at you.

“But today I got it baby. I did it.” His smile lights up his whole face. Pure happiness gleaming from his eyes. This version of Jihoon was one of your favourite. The one gleaming with pride, grinning with joy and enjoying every bit of satisfaction that comes with the kind of dedication only he can pour into his art.

So you smiled, mirroring his happiness.

“I’m so proud of you honey. Can’t wait to hear it soon!”

“You’ll be the first one to hear it.” He says grinning. Your raise your eyebrows and he giggles. The sound of heaven.

“I mean after the team you’ll be the first to hear it.”

Both of you laugh, a soft ringing laughter echoing through the walls of the home you built for yourselves.

You clear your throat slightly.

“Jihoon I need to tell you something…”

“Yes?” He says in the middle of a yawn.

He looks so exhausted in the moment that he looks 10 years younger.

You decided to wait another day.

“I… just needed to tell you… that I missed you… a lot.” Your words come out in a whisper. Barely audible but you know he heard it by the way he shifts on your lap like a little cat.

“I know baby… I’m sorry.”

You sigh. He was sorry and you knew it.

“You could’ve texted me”

He grumbles an apology into your thighs.

“Jihoon you told me you’d communicate better… we’ve been through this cycle before. You’re always going to be creating music, but the least you can do is let me know. You promised me jagi…”

More grumbles as he manoeuvres himself to settle against your stomach.

Your heart skips a beat.

“I understand work is hard. And I’m an adult so I understand even if it’s difficult. But… but your child won’t be able to…”

By the end of your sentence, you could barely hear yourself. But the way Jihoon freezes against you is proof enough that he heard you.

A moment passes and there is no reaction from him. Another moment.

And what feels like a million tiny moments later, Jihoon’s messy head pops up away from your stomach to your face.

His eyes are glistening and big like boba balls. You hold your breath trying to n to read his face. The creases in his forehead and the straight closed mouth slowly give way to the tiniest smile.

That’s all the sign you need as you break into a huge smile.

He looks at your smile, his own mirroring it, and then down at your stomach then up again at your face. He does it a few more times as you break into soft laughs.

He sits upright on his knees, his face in front of you, big wid eyes full of surprise and hope, as his hands cup your cheeks.

“Y/n… are you being serious right now?”

You nod, words too little for the happiness pouring out of in the form of tears.

Jihoon looks stunned but pulls into a close and tight hug.

Home…

When he faces you again, tears are rolling down his cheeks. “When did you find out?” “Umm… four days ago” “Baby why didn’t you tell me soo-“

The color drains from his face as he moved toward your stomach again. He hugs you around your stomach so lightly as if he’s holding a feather.

“I really am sorry jagi. I know I say it a lot but I should do better. I should’ve done better. For you. For us. And…” He looks at you with an apologetic smile, “and for our child.”

You run your fingers through his silky tousled hair. “Jihoon-ah, it’s okay. What’s done is done…”

He smiles at you.

“You have no idea how restless I’ve been waiting to tell you. To see that look on your face.” His smile grows wider and he places a peck on your very normal stomach whcih makes you giggle.

“You do know there is no actual baby in there yet right?” He pouts as he looks at you, causing more giggles on your end.

“I hope our kid doesn’t get your oversmart brain and is normal like me” he says defiantly.

You let out a snort. “Please Mr worldwide popular idol ‘Woozi’! You’re as far from normal as is possible my dear.”

“Well normal or not, I know our child will have the best dad.”

Jihoon’s cheeky comment sets of a back and forth of arguing about which one of you is better until early hours of the morning as laughter rings through the house.

———

Jihoon:

It was another night of sleeping after dawn for him. He was no stranger to a late night. But for the first time in years he feels too ecstatic to sleep.

His mind and body are buzzing with happiness at the thought of the love of his life carrying their child.

He thinks back to the 17 year old Jihoon who saw this cute girl across the street struggling to get her bags on her cycle basket snd decided to forgo his inhibitions for once and help her. He thinks back to 20 year old Jihoon who, for the first time in his life, gave a speech at a bar confessing his love for the same girl despite all his social anxiety. He thinks back to the 28 year old Jihoon who decided to talk to her parents and arrange a special performance for her on their wedding even though all he wanted was alone time with her.

He thought back to everytime he took a chance for this beautiful and smart girl, now lying next to him peacefully asleep, and he thanks every god and higher power in the universe for giving him the courage to do so.

Without her Jihoon wouldn’t know love and life. Now they have a little bundle of joy on its way just to commemorate this love they share.

And this time Jihoon was going to make sure he’d be there every step of the way.

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Predetermined.

Written for the very lovely @mars-syndrome.

Pairing: Yandere!Azul x Reader (Twisted Wonderland).

Word Count: 3.0k.

TW: AFAB!Reader, Non///Con, Tentacle Sex, Unprotected Sex, Nonconsensual Drug Use, Implied Long-Term Stalking, and Unhealthy Relationships.

For everyone except you, the Monsto Lounge closed at ten.

It was an unofficial rule. Octavinelle freshmen would try to turn you away, but it was a mistake the Leech twins made sure to correct by the next morning, and everyone who’d ever worked more than a shift at the lounge knew better than to kick you out at the end of the night. That was why you were allowed to get away with something Azul would usually blacklist a customer for – staying balled up in the corner of a booth until midnight, your attention either on your nearly-dead phone or the untouched milkshake Floyd had wordlessly put in front of you when he came down to make one for himself, like a zookeeper offering a pound of meat to a caged animal. Riddle was absolutely going to kill you for staying out after curfew, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about how many sugar cubes you’d have to add to your lemonade tomorrow or how many roses you’d have to paint. You were tempted to spend the night here, to beg Azul to let you use one of the unoccupied rooms and just sleep your misery away, but you’d end up collared for the next week if you didn’t come back at all. The price of being in the best dorm in NRC – you were at the mercy of the strictest dorm leader on campus.

Sometimes, when you couldn’t help yourself, you wished you’d been placed in Azul’s dorm instead. He’d let you get away with anything.

 With a heavy sigh, you pulled your legs into your chest and buried your face in your knees. You felt the bench shift under someone else’s weight and raised your head just enough to see Azul sitting in front of you. He’d already discarded his jacket and scarf, his glasses propped low on the nose of his bridge and his shirt more unbuttoned than he usually cared to keep it. He’d probably just wrapped up his own work for the night. You thought you remembered him mentioning a study guide, but it was hard to tell with Azul. He always had something up his sleeve – it was hard to keep track of which scheme he was on, today.

Silently, he slid a mug of something dark and murky in front of you, steam still rising from the top. Although Floyd’s offering went neglected, you took Azul’s up without protest, letting the warmth seep into your hands. You’d been through this a thousand times. You knew better than to ignore his little remedies, by now.

After you’d taken a healthy sip, he spoke. “Who is it now?”

“Muscle-tee guy, from Savanaclaw.” You groaned, shutting your eyes. “He promised we’d be exclusive, but apparently, he thought that included his roommate, and a girl from Pomefiore, and some idiot from Royal Swords. A boy from his class had to tell me – he had pictures and everything.”

Azul offered a skeptical look. “You’re crying over him?”

“I’m not crying!” You hadn’t cried over anyone since middle school. He should know that – he’d been there then, too, to watch you sob your eyes out when your newest crush tore up your confession letter before so much as opening it. You were a third-year, now. If you were going to cry, you were going to do it alone in your closet where no one would be able to judge you.

You were more tired than anything. You could already feel today starting to weigh on you, your shoulders held at an odd slant and your remaining energy dwindling further by the second. Reluctantly, you uncurled, letting your legs fall over Azul’s lap and taking another drink before going on. “I’m just so exhausted. It feels like it always ends like this. I let my guard down, meet a guy I really like, get him to really like me, and then I find out that that he’s an asshole and somehow, I’m the only one who didn’t know.” You groaned, shaking your head. “I don’t know how this keeps happening. Are all men this bad, or just the ones I choose to date?”

“Unfortunately, your taste is the only common factor.” You let out a dry laugh, shooting Azul a narrow glare. He only shrugged, as composed and as disinterested as always. “Honestly, it’s your own fault. How can you expect to find a quality product when you’re latching onto items you’ve only known for a few days?”

Another groan, this one louder than the first.  You really were tired – it was a struggle just to keep your eyes open. “I don’t sulk in your restaurant ‘cause I want to be lectured, y’know.”

“And I didn’t open a restaurant because I wanted people with pathetic love-lives to sulk in it.” It was his turn to sigh, now, to settle closer to you. A hand came to rest on your back, rubbing small circles into the space between your shoulder blades. He was never especially touchy – you’d caught him cringing after shaking hands with a business partner or being nudged by another clumsy student in an overcrowded hallway more than once – but you could tell he tried to an exception, for you. You appreciated the effort, no matter how much it apparently hurt him. “I know you don’t want to hear it, but it wouldn’t hurt you if stopped rushing into relationships with people you barely know. Taking your time might save you a little heartache.” He paused. You weren’t looking at him, but you could picture the thin frown playing over his lips, the way his eyes narrowed in concentration rather than anger (because when Azul was angry, hr only ever smiled). He was smart, but predictable. Maybe it was just because of how long you’d known each other, how long you’d spent standing at Azul’s side while he looked down on everyone else, but either way, you could read him like the back of your hand. You didn’t have to see him to know exactly what he was thinking. “Or, if you really have to rush into something, you could try starting a relationship with someone you actually know. It might not be as much fun, but it couldn’t be worse than—” He gestured to you, your hunched posture, your wrinkled uniform. “—this.”

You perked up, letting out an airy laugh. It was rare for Azul to hand out advice without asking for a healthy fee, so you tried to nod, to smile, to look like you weren’t on the verge of passing out and forcing him to carry you back to your dorm. “I… I’ll think about it. I’ll try.” And you would. You’d try, at least, like you always did when Azul pulled you aside and told you to stop embarrassing him with your week-long flings. “If I wait long enough, I might even be able to find someone like you, Azul.”

There was a long, silent lapse.

Then, Azul’s hand fell to the small of his back, and you felt your strength snap and give out. You thought, distantly, about batting his hand away, about teasing him for how uncharacteristically affectionate he was being tonight, but you just couldn’t seem to make yourself move, to keep yourself upright. You felt your body slump against Azul’s side, and without missing a beat, he caught you, wrapping an arm around your waist and letting out a shallow sigh.

“Right,” he muttered, as your eyes finally fell shut. You felt like you’d been hollowed out, sapped of something warm and vital and left to gently float into an unwelcome unconsciousness. You tried to scream, but your mouth wouldn’t open, your lips sealed and your tongue useless. You tried to wake up, but that only seemed to drag you down farther, to pull you that much deeper into that awful, exhausting fog.

“Maybe one day, love.”

~

You woke up to the feeling of something inside of you and cold water lapping against your skin.

In your drugged daze, the latter somehow seemed to take priority over the former. It wasn’t just cold, it was freezing, worse than the Coral Sea in the dead of winter, when the ice drifts blotted out the sun and a stray current alone could send you into hypothermic shock. It only came up to your waist, but you felt the chill run up your spine, spreading through your veins and turning your blood to ice. If you’d been able to move, you would’ve been shivering. If you’d been able to think clearly, you would’ve been more afraid.

But you could move, even if you couldn’t think. You managed to lift your hand, bringing it into your line of sight only to find a slick, pitch-black tentacle wrapped around your end, its suckers latched onto your skin and its dull point tangled around your fingers. You recognized it in an instant – Azul’s, down to the lilac-grey underside and the permeant compression marks etched into the tip, earned through countless hours of writing up contracts. You hadn’t him in his true form since you enrolled in NRC. You wondered what would be important enough for him to break his streak now.

Another wave of frigid water broke against your midriff, and you felt something quirk inside of you. It was a tight, bad feeling – a string of tension wound tight enough to coil in on itself, to ache and throb as your cunt stretched around something thick and awful and a soft, blunt head rubbed and flicked against your inner walls. Wait, that was right – something was inside of you, thrusting as it curled and twisted and thrashed. You felt it curve in on itself, the base rising to grind against your clit as it moved, and you bolted upward, taking a gasping breath. It didn’t stop you. The tentacles wrapped around both your wrists and draped over your legs weighed you down but offered no resistance as you straighten your back, as you panted and blinked and ran your hand over your stomach, half-expecting to feel a bump where it was stabbing into you. You didn’t find what you were looking for, though, or maybe you did, you couldn’t tell, your attention already moving on to the wading pool you were laying in, shallow but wide and full enough for the water to spill over the sides, and then the thing on top of you, your eyes eventually land on–

On Azul.

Azul.

Your mouth fell open, a plea for him to help you dying in your throat. He looked as strung-out as you felt; his hair pushed away from his face, giving you a perfect view of his half-lidded eyes, his parted lips, the dark blush painted across his cheeks. His hands were braced on either side of you, edging too near to your hips for comfort, and you were suddenly aware of just how close he was to you, his chest a breath from pressing into yours. Even that distance was a temporary luxury, gone as soon as your eyes met and he let out a hitched groan, falling forward until his face was buried in your neck and you couldn’t so much as imagine getting away from him.

Your hands flew to his shoulders, your legs thrashing weakly as you attempted to push him away, but now, now he chose to restrain you, his spare arms dragging yours down until they were pinned to your sides. Your legs were caught up in his tentacles, too; a pair wrapping around your thighs and spreading them apart, dragging you deeper into the water and leaving you unable to hold yourself up. His breath was as cold as the water, fanning over your skin and making the heat beginning to drip down the inside of your thighs that much more unbearable. You heard him whine, the noise pitchy and desperate, going on for seconds before he seemed to find the will to actually speak. You weren’t sure which would’ve been worse – hearing his voice in a place like this, or watching him abuse your body without so much as an apology.

“You’re tight.” There was a stilted inhale, a trembling groan. “I— Fuck, I knew you would be, but it’s like your body’s been waiting for this as long as I have. It’s like—” His voice gave out, a manic smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “It’s like we were made for each other.”

He sounded so happy. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen him excited about something other than schemes and contracts and profit margins measured down to the last stray cent. Usually, the closest you got was a sense of smug condescension – a certain light in his eyes and a manic zeal in his grin. This was different. This was so, so much worse.

You felt his mouth latch onto your throat, pointed teeth nipping at the skin just above your jugular before burrowing into you, drawing enough blood to drip down your chest and tint the water pink. He wasn’t satisfied with a single mark, either; his attention falling lower, to the curve of your shoulder, then the vulnerable flesh just above your collarbone. As his concentration wavered, you were allowed to slump forward, but yet another tentacle found its way to your neck, wrapping loosely around your throat, applying just enough pressure to keep you upright. It reminded you of how Azul would correct your posture when he caught you hunching over your desk, or how he’d tell you to stand just a little closer to his side while he was talking to the other dorm leaders, to sit next to him rather than across the room while he was meeting with a student who spared anything more than a stray glance in your direction. He’d never been afraid to pose you. This was just an extension of that, really – a more honest version of the same bad habit.

The rough underside of the tentacle inside of you rubbed against the walls of your pussy, and you imagined digging your nails into his cheek, clawing at his eyes, kicking and thrashing and yelling until someone heard you, until Azul decided the risk wasn’t worth the reward, but you couldn’t bring yourself to so much as attempt to move, to fight against his bondage. It was all you could do to watch him from a distance, to force yourself to be vaguely aware of what he was doing to you. The tentacle inside of you fell into a steady rhythm, and Azul’s hand fell to your clit, clumsily circling the hypersensitive bundle of nerves. His inexperience was apparent, his usual air of confidence discarded in favor of seeking his pleasure and forcing the same misplaced bliss onto you. You didn’t resist, but you jerked away from his touch. If he noticed that you were trying to get away from him, though, if he could see your pained expression or grit teeth, he didn’t seem to care, to think of it as anything other than you bucking into his hand. He tilted his head back, his pale eyes flickering towards your face, a wide smile plastering itself across his lips. Slowly, joltingly, he pulled himself back to your height and before you could brace yourself, his lips were crashing into yours. Teeth scraped against teeth, his tongue pressed into yours, and you thought, through the daze, that this might’ve been his first kiss. You couldn’t remember him mentioning anything, ever telling you about a pretty girl or cute boy who’d caught his eye. In fact, you couldn’t remember him ever mentioning anything about love or romance at all.

Huh.

It made sense, once you took a step back.

You didn’t kiss back. Obviously, you didn’t kiss back. Azul didn’t seem to care. He was panting by the time he pulled away from you, his blush darker and his pupils blown out with lust. You felt the tentacle inside of you twitch, and thought for the first time that it might not be a tentacle at all but something too terrible to name. You were almost thankful when the tentacle around your neck slipped past your lips and forced your teeth apart, giving you something to think about aside from that awful, slick thing inside of you, aside from the revolting heat slowly beginning to curl and flicker in your core. The tapered tip brushed against the back of your throat and you gagged violently, the air hitching in your throat and your body lurching against his. Azul’s grin grew broader, his pace rougher. “You’re going to cum.” It wasn’t an order or a question, just an assessment, an observation. A prediction you could only hope wouldn’t come true. “That’s alright. That’s perfect. I want you to. I’ve waited so long to—”

His voice cut out with an airy groan. He pressed himself closer to you, his stare boring into skin and his lips ghosting over yours. You tried to turn away, to clench your eyes shut, but his hands came up, cupping your face and pulling you back to him. The tentacle assaulting your mouth jutted deeper, forcing you to open your eyes, to meet his. He was crying – you could see the tear tracks running down his cheeks, carving trails across his pale skin. He was smiling, wider than you’d ever seen him smile before.

“I tried to give you a chance.” He was muttering, now, the words barely audible and entirely deafening all at once. “I tried, but this is what you drove me to.” He rested his forehead against yours, drove his nails into your jaw. “This was the only way I could show you that we were made for each other.”

Made for each other. Made for each other.

The conviction in his voice was so steadfast that, maybe, in another scenario, you probably would’ve believed him.

A tight, searing heat washed over you. Your body went rigid, tensing up as your vision burnt white and your cunt clenched around his tentacle. At the same time, something burst open inside of you, filling you with something hot and horrible and so much worse than the water you were still submerged in, the water you wished would’ve drowned you minutes ago. Rather than pull back, you felt Azul draw closer, wind around you tighter, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t.

Going limp, you leaned against the edge of the pool and closed your eyes, letting your mind drift far, far away. Azul let you, his hands falling away but his tentacles persisting with their grinding and groping and invading. It didn’t matter. It was like Azul said – you were made for each other, right?

You could only wonder how long ago he’d decided that.

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“Between us - Gojo Satoru x Reader”

“In a world where boundaries should remain unbroken, Y/n and Satoru surrender to a desire too intense to ignore. A fleeting moment of passion blurs the lines between right and wrong—binding them in a secret only they can hold”

Sensei Satoru x Fem Student Reader

(Age gap, Slight dominance, Angst, fluffy, smut)

AN- This is a continuation of a story I came across online, it really caught my attention, and I couldn’t resist expanding on it. It also happens to be my first-ever fanfic, so please be kind! feel free to give feedbacks in comments.

This piece hasn’t been proofread, so apologies for any mistakes. Hope you all enjoy it!

Minors, please do not interact.

(3.9k words)

The night was deep, the moon casting silver streaks across the dimly lit room. Satoru Gojo stood by the doorframe, arms crossed, his white hair a disheveled mess from sleep. His azure blue eyes, heavy with exhaustion, softened slightly as they landed on the familiar figure standing outside his door.

"Y/n?" His voice came out in a groggy mumble. "It’s 2 in the morning, kid. Why are you even up at this hour?"

She stood there, pale yet breathtaking in her white satin robe. There were dark circles under her eyes, evidence of restless nights. She looked... lost.

"Sensei... do you mind if I come inside?" Her voice was quiet, almost hesitant.

Gojo frowned, stepping aside to let her in. He watched as she walked past him, something heavy weighing on her shoulders. She finally broke the silence.

"Sensei… I heard your family is insisting you to get married soon."

His brows furrowed. It was such an odd question coming from her. He moved to the mini-bar, pouring himself a glass of whiskey before turning to face her.

"What makes you ask that all of a sudden, Y/n?" he questioned, sipping the amber liquid. "I mean, yeah… they want me to settle down, but I haven’t given it much thought."

His voice was casual, but his eyes studied her carefully.

She didn’t respond. Instead, she looked down at the carpet… and then, without warning, tears slipped from her eyes.

Gojo immediately put his glass down, concern flashing across his face. He stepped toward her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Y/n, what’s wrong? You can tell me anything."

She shook her head, biting her lip as if holding back a storm of emotions.

"Don’t cry, okay? We’ll figure this out together." His voice was soft, sincere.

But the tenderness in his words—the proximity, the warmth in his gaze—it all gave her the wrong signals. Before she could stop herself, she leaned in… and kissed him.

For a moment, the world stood still.

Gojo froze. His mind blanked.

Then, as if regaining control, he gently pushed her away, his hands firm but not harsh as he held her at arm’s length. His heart pounded, but his voice came out steady.

"Y/n, what are you doing?"

Her breath hitched.

"We’re teacher and student, remember? This isn’t appropriate."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, trying to process what had just happened. "Let’s talk this through. There must be something bothering you deeply for you to act like this."

Her hands covered her face, and she sobbed.

"I’m so sorry, Sensei… please don’t look at me like that. Please don’t be disappointed in me."

Gojo’s expression softened. He reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Hey, hey… don’t apologize." His voice was gentle. "I’m not disappointed in you. I’m worried."

He sat beside her again, keeping a respectful distance.

"Remember when we first met? You were so timid. But now, you’ve grown into such a strong sorcerer. Whatever it is, we’ll face it together, alright?"

She shook her head, the weight in her chest unbearable.

"Please, Sensei… don’t you see?" Her voice trembled. "You getting married is bothering me. I love you."

Gojo’s eyes widened.

His chest felt tight as he repeated her words in his head.

"Love… you love me?"

He stared at her, searching for deception but found nothing but raw, unfiltered emotion.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, anger burning in her eyes like an untamed wildfire.

Y/n stepped closer, her hands trembling, but her voice was anything but weak.

"Tell me, Sensei… am I not pretty enough for you? Am I not enough?" she spat, frustration spilling out like venom.

Her eyes flickered with something dark, something possessive. "I’ll fix it. Just tell me how."

Satoru stiffened. This wasn’t the soft-spoken, eager student he once knew. This was something else—something twisted by emotion, by a longing so deep it blurred her reason.

His silence only ignited her fury.

"You don’t even look happy with her!" she snapped, her voice rising. "Do you think I don’t see it? The way your eyes look empty when you’re with her? How you barely even touch her?” She let out a bitter laugh.

She sucked in a sharp breath, her fists clenching at her sides. Then, her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.

"And you’re going to marry that bitch?

The room fell into suffocating silence.

And then—

Gojo snapped.

In a swift motion, he grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his cold, piercing gaze.

"How dare you speak about her like that?" His voice was low, dangerous. "You may be my student, but you will respect the people in my life."

His grip tightened slightly before he let go.

Y/n froze. Her breath hitched, her confidence wavering for the first time.

His usually playful eyes were dark, stormy, unreadable.

And yet, deep down, even though anger burned through him, a bitter truth gnawed at his chest.

Because she wasn’t entirely wrong and he hated how she had seen through him.

"And as for your question… this was never about you not being ‘pretty enough.’" His voice held an edge of sadness. "Loving me doesn’t change the reality of our circumstances."

Y/n took a step back, the words cutting deeper than any blade ever could.

She hadn’t even noticed how close she was to the mini-bar. The moment he loomed over her, the glass Gojo had left on the counter slipped and shattered against the floor.

A sharp pain shot through her foot, but she didn’t even flinch. Blood pooled beneath her as she stared blankly at him.

Gojo’s eyes widened in horror.

"Y/n—" His voice softened, the anger from moments ago draining as concern took its place. He moved forward again, reaching for her, but she didn’t react. Didn’t even acknowledge the pain.

She just stood there, her breathing shallow, her expression distant—empty.

Gojo had seen countless wounds in battle, injuries far worse than this. But the sight of her, standing frozen in her own blood, hurt in a way he hadn’t been prepared for.

"Damn it." He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair before crouching down. His hands, usually so steady, felt hesitant as he gently lifted her foot, inspecting the damage. Tiny shards glistened in the dim light, embedded deep into her skin.

Still, she didn’t flinch. Didn’t say a word.

"Y/n," he tried again, his voice lower this time. "Why aren’t you saying anything?"

She finally blinked, looking down at him—but it wasn’t the usual fire, the usual stubbornness in her gaze. It was something worse. Something shattered.

"It doesn’t hurt." Her voice was quiet, hollow.

Gojo stilled. His hands tightened around her ankle, not enough to hurt, but enough to ground her. Liar.

He carefully took her arms and placed her on the sofa, He looked at her face—pale, exhausted, eyes still damp with tears. His heart ached in a way he didn’t quite understand.

He tore his gaze away from her face, forcing himself to focus as he reached for the first-aid kit nearby. The silence between them felt heavier than before, filled with things neither of them could take back.

"You should hate me right now." His voice was rough, filled with something unreadable. "Scream. Cry. Do something, damn it."

Y/n just stared at him, her lips parting as if to speak—but no words came. Because what was the point? He had already broken her.

"Shit—why didn’t you move?" His voice was laced with panic as he lifted her foot, wincing at the deep gash.

Gojo’s jaw clenched as he carefully cleaned Y/n’s wound, his normally playful expression now clouded with guilt. The antiseptic stung, but she didn’t even flinch—her body tense, her gaze distant. It wasn’t the pain in her foot that left her breathless; it was his words, sharp as any blade, still carving into her soul.

"Why the hell are you acting like this doesn’t hurt?" Gojo muttered, wrapping the bandage around her foot with practiced precision. His hands were gentle, yet his frustration seeped into his voice. "You’re bleeding, Y/n."

Y/n let out a hollow chuckle, tilting her head back against the couch. "Oh, so now you care?" she whispered, her voice raw. Her fingers curled against the sofa’s fabric, nails digging in as she swallowed the lump in her throat. "Funny. Because a moment ago, you made it pretty clear that I mean nothing to you."

Gojo exhaled sharply, running a hand through his silver locks. "I never said that."

"You didn’t have to." She turned to look at him, finally meeting his gaze. The hurt in her eyes struck him harder than he expected.

For a moment, silence stretched between them—thick, suffocating. Gojo’s hands stilled over her ankle, his fingers lingering just a second too long before he forced himself to pull away.

"You’re important to me, Y/n," he admitted, voice quieter now, hesitant. "But this… what you’re asking for… it’s not possible."

Y/n let out a shaky breath, looking down at her bandaged foot. "Not possible, or not what you want?"

Gojo’s throat bobbed, his gaze flickering away. "It doesn’t matter."

She scoffed, bitter and broken. "Right. Because my feelings never did."

The weight of her words settled between them, suffocating. And for the first time in his life, Gojo Satoru—always so sure, always so untouchable—had no idea what to say.

The silence between them was deafening. Y/n’s heart pounded, her breath shallow as she clenched her fists against the fabric of her robe. Gojo sat still, his usual cocky smirk nowhere to be found. He looked… conflicted. Almost as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

And that hurt more than anything.

Y/n forced out a laugh, bitter and sharp. “Say something, Sensei.”

He dragged a hand over his face, inhaling deeply before looking at her again. “What do you want me to say, Y/n?” His voice was tired, strained. “That I feel the same? That we can pretend the world doesn’t exist and that my marriage isn’t already arranged?”

Her lips trembled. “I never asked you to pretend.”

Gojo's jaw tightened. “Then what do you want from me?”

Y/n swallowed hard, her chest tightening. “I just wanted you to care.” Her voice cracked at the end, barely above a whisper. “The way I do.”

Gojo exhaled, shifting forward so their knees nearly touched. He reached out hesitantly, his fingertips grazing hers before he pulled back, as if touching her would set everything ablaze. “I do care,” he murmured. “But not like that.”

The words felt like a blade twisting inside her.

Her throat burned, but she refused to cry again. Not in front of him. Not when he’d already broken her once tonight.

With a slow inhale, Y/n straightened, her expression hardening. “Then I guess that’s my answer.”

Gojo didn’t stop her as she pushed herself off the couch, wobbling slightly on her injured foot. She didn’t expect him to.

She turned towards the door, each step leaving a faint crimson trail against his floor. And just as she reached for the handle, she suddenly felt herself lifted off the ground.

A gasp left her lips as Gojo scooped her up effortlessly, holding her in his arms in a firm yet gentle grip. "You’re not walking out like that," he said, his voice low but laced with frustration.

She struggled against him, weakly pushing at his chest. "Put me down, Sensei," she demanded, her voice shaking.

But Gojo didn’t budge. His grip tightened slightly as he carried her back towards the sofa, his jaw clenched, eyes burning with something between anger and something else—something she couldn’t decipher.

"You’re bleeding all over the place, and you expect me to just let you go?" His voice was sharp, but there was an undeniable edge of concern beneath it.

Y/n scoffed, her own frustration bubbling over. "What do you care? You already said it—you don’t love me."

Gojo flinched. Just for a second.

He sat her down carefully, kneeling in front of her. His hands gripped the sides of her calves, steadying her before she could try to move again. His touch was warm, firm. "I never said I don’t care," he murmured, looking up at her with an unreadable expression.

Y/n bit her lip, her emotions warring inside her. "Then why does it feel like you’re breaking me?" she whispered.

Gojo exhaled, pressing his forehead against her knee for a fleeting moment before pulling back. "Because I don’t know how to fix this, Y/n."

For the first time that night, he looked lost.

Y/n cupped Gojo’s face, her fingers grazing over the sharp lines of his jaw as if memorizing every inch. He didn’t move, didn’t pull away. His breath was slow, controlled—too controlled.

She leaned in, pressing her forehead against his, closing her eyes as if the closeness alone could ease the ache inside her. A soft, featherlight kiss landed on his lips, fleeting, hesitant. She lingered just for a second before retreating.

“I should go,” she whispered, voice barely above a breath.

She made to move, but before she could even blink, Gojo’s hands shot up, gripping her face firmly—urgent, desperate.

And then he kissed her.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t hesitant.

It was fire.

His lips crashed into hers, demanding yet impossibly gentle, his fingers threading into her hair as he pulled her closer. Y/n gasped against his mouth, her body tensing before melting into the warmth of him. Gojo kissed her like he was both punishing and worshipping her, like he was furious at her for making him feel this way but unable to stop himself.

Her hands clutched at his shirt, anchoring herself as the room spun around them. His grip tightened, his thumbs stroking her jaw, holding her in place like he was afraid she’d disappear the moment he let go.

When they finally parted, both breathless, Gojo’s forehead pressed against hers once more, his grip still firm on her face. His voice was hoarse when he spoke.

“You’re not leaving.”

Gojo stared at her, his grip still firm on her face, as if afraid she’d vanish if he let go. The flicker in Y/n’s eyes—the one that had dulled under the weight of her pain—came back, rekindled by his words.

"Sensei..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, her fingers brushing against his wrist.

Then, guilt crept into her features. She averted her gaze, the weight of the moment pressing down on her.

"I’m sorry… if I’m putting you in such a situation," she said softly, her voice laced with uncertainty.

In that moment, she wondered—had she forced this? Had her pain driven him to do something just to soothe her, rather than out of his own will?

But Gojo’s silence wasn’t hesitation. It was realization.

He had always noticed her—more than he should have. The way she hung onto every word he said, the way she asked questions that sometimes made no sense, purely for the sake of prolonging their conversations. He’d pretended not to see the way her eyes sought him out in a crowded room, how she reacted to his slightest approval.

And now, having her so close, tasting the remnants of her kiss on his lips, he was forced to admit something he had long ignored.

Y/n was different. Special.

Not just as a student.

His thoughts tangled in a storm of emotions he wasn’t sure how to name. But one thing was clear—what just happened wasn’t a mistake. And it wasn’t forced.

Gojo exhaled, his grip on her softening but not loosening. His forehead still rested against hers, his breath fanning across her lips.

"You think I kissed you just to make you feel better?" he finally said, voice low, edged with something unreadable. "You really think that’s all this is?"

Guilt clawed at her chest, making her wonder if, in her brokenness, she had forced him into this moment.

But Satoru saw through her. He always did.

Before she could speak another word, he scoffed, shaking his head. "Don’t you dare think I did this just to make you feel better."

His voice was different now—low, raw, filled with something that sent shivers down her spine.

The moment she tried to pull away again, he grabbed her face—not roughly, but with an intensity that sent her heart racing. His fingers spread across her jaw, tilting her chin up, forcing her to see the truth in his eyes.

Then, he kissed her.

This time, it was deliberate. A declaration.

His lips crashed against hers, aggressive but controlled, dominant yet mindful. His tongue swept against her lips before delving inside, claiming her in a way that left no room for doubt. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer, while his body pressed against hers, careful of her wound yet firm in his hold.

Y/n gasped into the kiss, her fingers twisting into his shirt, gripping onto him as if he was the only thing keeping her steady. Her body trembled, not out of fear but out of the overwhelming warmth that flooded her senses.

Satoru deepened the kiss, his movements slower now but no less intense. He explored, savored, ensuring she felt every ounce of emotion he had buried for so long.

When he finally pulled away, his lips hovered just above hers, his breath hot against her skin.

"Do you still think this was just to soothe your pain?" His voice was husky, teasing, yet filled with something deeper.

Y/n opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Because now, she knew the answer.

Her heart pounded wildly, drowning out any rational thought.

This was real. He was here. Kissing her, holding her, wanting her.

She had dreamed of this moment so many times, imagined what it would be like to feel his touch, to see the raw hunger in his eyes. And now, that dream was unfolding right before her, intoxicating and overwhelming.

Without breaking the kiss, she reached for the sash of her robe, her fingers trembling as she loosened the knot. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, pooling around her waist before finally falling away completely, leaving her bare beneath his gaze.

Satoru stilled.

His breath hitched as his eyes traveled down her body, taking in every delicate curve, every inch of smooth, unmarked skin. His pupils dilated, the last remnants of restraint shattering as pure, unfiltered desire took over.

"Fuck," he breathed, his voice low, almost reverent.

His hands found her waist, fingers digging into her skin as he struggled to hold himself back. She was sitting on the couch, and he was still crouched in front of her, looking up like she was something divine—something meant to be worshipped.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me," he murmured, his lips brushing against her collarbone before trailing lower.

Y/n shivered at the sensation, her body reacting to him in ways she couldn't control. She had given herself to him without hesitation, without fear—because deep down, she knew this was where she was meant to be.

Satoru kissed her again, slower this time, as if he wanted to savor every second. His hands moved over her body, exploring, memorizing, proving to her that his feelings were just as intense, just as undeniable.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

Satoru laid Y/n down on the couch, his body pressing against hers as he hovered over her, removing his shirt revealing his chiseled physique.

 His touch was both possessive and reverent, his fingers tracing the curves of her body as if committing them to memory.

He leaned in, lips brushing against her skin, planting soft, lingering kisses along her jawline before moving down to her neck. His warm breath sent shivers through her as he murmured against her skin, "You're beautiful, you know that?" His voice was husky, filled with something raw and unrestrained.

His hand found her chest, cupping the weight of her breasts, his thumb teasing over her already hardened peaks. Y/n gasped, arching into his touch, her body craving more. He smirked against her skin, relishing her reactions, before trailing kisses lower—his mouth hot and needy as it worshipped every inch of her.

When his lips finally reached her perky nipples, he wasted no time. He took one into his mouth, sucking softly before flicking his tongue against it, drawing a breathy moan from her lips. "Satoru…" she whimpered, her hands clutching at his hair, tugging him closer.

His name on her lips only fueled him further. He lavished the same attention on her other breast, his free hand kneading her soft skin as he continued his slow, torturous worship of her body.

Every kiss, every touch was a silent confession—this wasn’t just about desire; it was about something deeper, something that had been building between them for far too long. And now, there was no turning back.

His kisses traveled lower, his touch worshipping every part of her as he settled between her thighs. His hands caressed them, careful of her injured foot, as he leaned in—tasting her, savoring her, lost in her.

Her body writhed beneath him, breath hitching, moans escaping in soft, desperate whimpers. The room was filled with the sounds of her pleasure, and it only fueled the fire within him.

Satoru was losing himself. He needed more.

Undoing his trousers, he positioned himself between her thighs, his fingers gripping her hips as he teased her with his hardness. His forehead pressed against hers, his breath ragged.

“Tell me…” he muttered, voice husky, strained. “Tell me you want this.”

Y/n’s lips trembled. “I do. I always have.”

That was all he needed.

With a low curse, he lifted her leg gently, resting her injured foot over his shoulder to keep from hurting her. Then, he pushed forward, entering her slowly, filling her inch by inch.

A sharp gasp left her lips, her eyes fluttering shut as ecstasy and overwhelming happiness washed over her.

Satoru groaned deeply, his head rolling back as he felt her warmth envelop him completely.

Satoru moved with increasing urgency, each thrust deepening the connection neither of them dared to put into words. His grip on her tightened as if afraid she’d slip away, and when he kissed her, it was desperate—raw. Y/n could feel it, the way he poured himself into her, as if trying to prove something neither of them could name.

She clung to him, lost in the overwhelming pleasure, in the illusion of something she had always craved. But even through the haze of their shared passion, a sliver of reality remained—this was Satoru Gojo, her sensei, a man who was never meant to be hers.

As his pace grew erratic, his forehead pressed against hers, and in a breathless whisper, he muttered, "I can’t let you go…" Words spoken in the heat of the moment, a promise he knew he couldn’t keep.

And yet, as he buried himself inside her one last time, feeling her shatter around him, he clung to the lie for just a little longer.

[ludwigplayingthetrombone]

Finally finished the first part of gai’s 8 gates coma and how kakashi dealt with it rewrite people have been requesting. [tw blood, injury, coma, death discussions, grief]

Kurenai: Kakashi Kks: Ah. Kurenai and...baby, what’s up? Kurenai: You mind if I come in a moment? Kks: Uhhhhh I-

Kks: So what did you need to speak about? Did something happen? K: No, Nothing’s happened. You haven’t gotten to properly see and bond with her yet. Here Kks: You know I’m not fond of kids. K: That’s why I didn’t ask. Hold your arms out. Ok, now, don’t look absolutely petrified.

Kks: She’s ok, I guess [YELP] Oi! Don’t pinch me while I’m holding your baby! K: You wouldn’t drop her. Asuma would haunt you forever! Kks: Terrifying thought, Mirai.... How are you feeling? K: Exhausted. Do you really want to hear how horrifying having a baby is? Kks: No, please don’t tell me.

K: I came over to check on you as well. Any news? Kks: No. He’s still the same. K: Is that why it looks like this in here? Kks: ...Yeah. Doctor said he may never wake up. Since we’re eachother’s medical contacts, Tsunade told me I had to prepare to make hard decisions should it come to that.

Kks: With the council breathing down my neck over a job I don’t want, I had... A bit of an outburst. K: I don’t even blame you. That’s... That they expect you to carry on like normal. Still grieving. The person you love most is gone. But you’re still here. Don’t let them just dust you off and move on again. I’ll always have your back. Kks: You and Asuma always did. Even when I wasn’t grateful for it.

Kks: I can’t tell if they just don’t care or didn’t realize, Gai’s the one who held me together all these years. Only reason I’m still here at all is because of him. I don’t think tenzou, the elders, or the village are prepared for what’ll become of me if I lose him. So, I don’t care anymore. Let them be mad. I won’t give up on him. K: You should talk to him. Kks: huh K: Talk about anything! I’m sure the sound of your voice will help him find his way back. Especially if you sound sad, Kks: uuh

K: I can hear it now, “My eternal rival is sad? Not on my watch!“ Kks: Pretty accurate impression. K: There’s been lots of source material! Kks: Maaa, Your mom’s a huge dork K: Oi! [kakashi chuckles]

K: He’ll be so upset he missed her birth Kks: Oh, devastated. I can’t wait to see the look on Gai’s face, Mirai, when I tell him /I/ held you first! When he wakes up

Kks: Hey, Gai. Kurenai said i should talk to you.

Kks: Feels weird. Most of the people I’m used to talking to like this are all... Dead.

It’s so eerie how silent you’ve been for so long. you’re not even this quiet when you sleep. Your kids come everyday to see you. Naruto and sakura when they can. Lots of others. I’ve been telling them embarrassing  stories from when we were kids since you keep making them wait. Do you remember when I came over while you and Dai were making supper

Dai: Kakashi! Good to see you, my boy! Kks: Id Gai home? Dai: He’s helping with supper! Go on, inside, you’re always welcome! Kks: Ok Dai: Atta boy Kks: Hey, G- !? ummm? Gai: OH!! Rival!! Kks:  Is that a lid?! Gai: Correct!! It stops me from crying while cutting onions! A win for me!!

Kks: Against.... the onions? Gai: Yep! KKs:[snicker] Gai: Laugh all you want! Not everyone can comprehend innovation. Kks: Whatever. You forgot this at the training grounds. I know it’s yours there’s a turtle on it. Gai: See! You’re already tearing up! Kks: Am not Gai: Also, thankyou so much! Kks: Bye, I’m leaving. Gai: Could it be? You’re scared I can cut much faster than you! Kks: I am not scared. Gai: Good, I think we have another lid! Kks: YOU-!

Dai: Great to see growing boys with such a hunger! I’ll never have to prep onions again! Kks: I think about that everytime I chop onions now. You’ve altered my brain with all the ridiculous things you’ve done. Can’t even look at the toys you’ve gotten the dogs without getting emotional

Kks: Just knowing you’re here still, I can barely function. It’s pretty pathetic... Your hair’s getting long. Turning into your dad.

[gai’s heartbeat] Kks: Gai

[gais heartbeat continues]

[gai’s heartbeat continues] Kks: If anything should happen to me, you’ll rush over, right? Gai: Damn right, I will. Dont you worry about that.

[Gai’s heartbeat]

Kks: I miss you

[xmads-omensx]

Let Me Help You

Masterlist

Word Count: 1927

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

Content Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, comfort, crying, mentions of burnout

Summary: Y/N is always there to support Noah, but what happens when Y/N needs support?

The soft patter of rain filled the silence of the night as my sleep-filled eyes blinked open.

I turned my body over to the other side of the bed where I expected Noah to be sleeping, but instead, the bed was cold. He hadn’t come to bed yet. I rolled back to my side of the bed and reached out for my phone. My hand fumbled around for a bit before I grabbed it. Turning it on, the time read 3:43 am.

This was unlike Noah. Sure, he stayed up late getting work done, or watching an anime with the guys, but he always came to bed. It was like a magnet was pulling him back to the soft confines of our shared bed.

I pulled the soft covers back and swung my legs over the edge. I slid my feet into my slippers and padded out of our bedroom and into the hallway. I could see a light coming from downstairs, so I moved towards the wooden stairs and peered over the banister. The home studio light was on.

Noah’s back faced the doorway as he stared, unmoving, at the monitor’s screen in front of him. His black hoodie hung loosely on his tall, muscular frame. His hood covered his soft, brown hair and his headphones sat over the top of the hood.

The bright glow from the screen illuminated the dark room. Noah must have been sat there for a while if he hadn’t turned on the light. He mustn’t have realised how dark it had gotten.

I knocked on the door softly so I didn’t startle him, but he didn’t react at all. I padded over and placed my hands on his shoulders before sliding my hands down his chest to hug him from behind. He flinched as soon as I made contact.

“Hey baby, you okay?” I whispered softly.

“Yeah I’m good, just working.” He replied with a yawn as he ran his hands down his face.

“Still? It’s late.” I asked.

“I’m almost done honey, just go back to bed and I’ll be there in a little bit.” Noah said with a sleepy smile.

“Noah…” I trailed off with a sigh.

“I’m serious babe.” Noah sighed back. “You need to sleep.”

“So do you.” I replied with a slight edge to my voice.

“Please don’t do this now Y/N.” He sighed again.

“Don’t do what?” I huffed, letting my arms fall from his shoulders.

“Fight me right now.” Noah said.

“I’m not trying to babe, I just want you to come back to bed.” I moved to stand between Noah and the monitor screen.

“I need to get this done.” He looked everywhere but at me.

“When for?” I asked, already knowing that there was no deadline for this.

“I just need to do it.” He sighed.

“Baby look at me.” He didn’t look up. “Noah. Come on.”

Finally, with a sigh, he looked up. His eyes were surrounded by dark circles and his stubble had begun to grow back. He looked utterly exhausted. I sighed when his eyes finally met mine.

 “You need to rest Noah. Come back to this tomorrow when you’ve cleared your head.” I suggested with the warmest smile that I could muster.

“Baby I can’t.” Noah said with a sigh, trying and failing to stifle a yawn. He rubbed his hands up and down my hips.

“Why not.” I asked quietly.

“I just can’t. I need to get this done.” He replied, voice barely above a whisper.

“You didn’t answer my question, Noah.” I simply stated.

He looked at me with a blank expression. We stared at eachother for what felt like eternity before his eyes started to get watery. Without thinking, I brought my hand up to the side of his face and wiped away a single tear that had begun to fall.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. But I do think you should get some rest. Come back to this in the morning my love.” I said softly. I didn’t want to push him when he was clearly upset and struggling.

“Okay.” He softly replied, his voice still quiet and barely audible.

Slowly, he began to stand up off of his char and took my hand. I began to lead him out of the studio when I stopped, turned around and saved what he had been working on before turning off the monitor and walking back towards Noah and took his hand again. He looked down and smiled at me softly before we made our way upstairs to our bedroom.

I sat back on my side of the bed and pulled up the covers whilst Noah got undressed for bed. When he was ready, he slowly pulled back the covers on his side and motioned for me to come and snuggle against him.

Sleep found him relatively quickly after his head touched the pillow. I threaded my fingers through his hair as his snores began to get louder as he drifted further off to sleep.

I fell asleep shortly after, comforted by his warmth and breath against the top of my head.

ONE MONTH LATER

I stared blankly at my computer screen as I typed random words and sentences before deleting them.

Nothing was working. It was all wrong. My mind wasn’t working.

Looking at the time on the screen, I saw it read 2:53 am. Fuck. I let out a long sigh and rubbed my hands down my face. I had been working since 10:00 am this morning and had been doing well up until late afternoon, when my mind started to wander.

I needed to get this essay done by the end of the week, and it was already Thursday. Well, Friday now. The plan was to get it done by Thursday evening, so that I had time to refine it before the deadline. Unfortunately for me, I had written about a quarter of the word count before I ran out of ideas and my mind started to wander.

I had thought about anything and everything except the work that I knew damn well I had to finish. I had re-hashed drama and arguments from back in middle school. I had thought about re-watching The Walking Dead for a third time. I had researched and made a list of animes that I wanted to watch when Noah went back on tour. I had not, however, done anything about the word document that sat open in front of me.

A soft knock on my office door shook me out of my thoughts. I turned my head to look over my right shoulder to see Noah, my lovely boyfriend, stood in the doorway with a plate and a mug in his hands. I offered him a tired smile as he walked towards me.

He was clad in checkered pyjama bottoms, that he never actually wore in bed as he claimed he was too warm with them on, and a black hoodie that proudly displayed the new line of Bad Omens merch on the front.

“Brought you some toast and some coffee.” He said softly. “I figured you were still working so I thought some brain food might help.”

“Thanks.” I muttered, barely audible over the buzz of my monitor.

“How’s it going?” Noah asked with a nod towards my screen.

“Fine.” I simply said.

“You sure?” He pressed, tilting his head to the side.

“Yes. It’s fine.” I snapped.

“Hey, you okay?” Noah crouched down and placed his large, tattooed hand on my arm. Rubbing it with his thumb comfortingly.

Before I could do anything, tears began to spill down my face and by body shook with sobs.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay.” Noah reassured as he stood taller to pull me into his arms to hug me.

“I- I- I-“ I stuttered through sobs.

“Shhhhh… Don’t speak. Catch your breath first baby.” Noah rubbed my arm comfortingly as he kissed the top of my head.

He slightly puled back from the hug so that he could lift me into his arms. I hadn’t even registered that he had picked me up before he sat back down on the office chair, with me curled up on his lap.

After about ten minutes, my breathing began to even out as my sobs lessened.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Noah asked in a whisper.

I offered a half-assed shrug in response.

“You wanna know what I was worried about a month ago when you came to get me from the studio?” He said. It was less of a question, and more of a statement.

“I was worried that if I stopped working that night, I would lose all of the great shit we had come up with earlier in the day. That if I couldn’t get that the finished product of that one song to be as good as the very rough demo we had come up with earlier, then the song would never be good.” Noah began, “But do you know what happened after I took a break and went to bed? We finished the final version of Even, and it’s by far one of the best songs on the album, and I bet the fans will agree when the album comes out.”

I let out a breath and brought Noah’s hand closer to my lips, then placing a kiss on the back.

“You need to take a break baby. I learnt that the hard way. Let me help you.” Noah said in a whisper.

“But you can’t help. I needed to finish this literally yesterday.” I sighed in frustration.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s not due until the weekend, right? So let’s go to sleep and regroup in the morning… or later because it is morning already.” Noah laughed, trying to cheer me up.

“But I’ve not written enough to get it finished.” I gave an exasperated sigh.

“It’s okay honey, I will help you get this done, but you need to rest. And as you know, I am amazing at making sentences longer than they need to be.” I laughed at that. “There’s that smile.” Noah continued.

I buried my head into his chest to try and hide from him, but he wouldn’t let me. He gently cupped my jaw and pulled me into a sweet and gentle kiss.

“Let’s go to bed baby.” Noah patted my thigh.

I started to protest but he would not hear any of it. He lifted me off of his lap so that I was standing. “You have deprived me of cuddles all night and I hate it. You need to make up for the pain that you have caused my heart.” Noah said in a very serious tone, but the pout on his face gave his lack of seriousness away.

I laughed and gently shoved his chest. “Fine, you’ll get your cuddles dumbass.”

Noah laughed as well and wrapped his arm around my shoulder before he began leading me back upstairs.

Like that night a month ago, we both crawled into bed and Noah opened his arms for me to climb into. I complied and snuggled my face into his chest. He let out a content sigh and whispered a quiet “Finally, cuddles.” Into my hairline which made me let out a breathy laugh.

Much like that other night, it did not late long at all for Noah and myself to fall into a deep sleep, comforted by his warmth and his breath against the top of my head.

[freyarabbit]

Mᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ғɪɴᴅs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ</3

[Tears, crying, fluff, no mention as to why reader is crying since i want the situation to fit into why YOU'VE been feeling down lately, kissing]

Megumi stirs around in his sleep, in between being asleep and awake. Subconscious. His eyes opened, lashes irritating him a little by interfering with his vision in the already mostly dark room. Rubbing his eyes before sitting up on the bed, he only stared at the wall in front of him for a bit, before realizing how thirsty he was.

As he reached his hand out to the bottle of water on his bedside table, his ears caught onto something. Something he found lovingly familiar. Your voice. Quietly drinking the water, he got off his bed, one foot after the other, trying his best not to make noise.

He approached the wall that separated you and him from each other, pressing his ear to it, only to have his heart stop for a moment. What is this? He heard those heartbreaking sobs, followed by breathy gasps and sighs. You were crying.

This isn't good.

His mind ran hundreds of thoughts through him. What should he do? Leave you alone? Give you space? Talk to you about it in the morning? Or just forget all of this and go back to sleep?

No...no... He cursed at himself for even thinking of leaving you alone. He already knew you well enough to know, that when you cried like this, you wanted someone to hear you no matter how much you tried quieting yourself down. That someone being him, specifically.

So there he was, grabbing the spare key to your room that you'd given to him with pleasure, and making his way to you, unlocking your door without a second thought.

Entering inside, his eyes darted around to look for you, seeing you on your bed, your cries having halted, as you looked up at him with wide eyes, your eyes red and tired. Your lips quivering, those adorable red swollen lips. He wanted to kiss you and tell you everything would be okay. Which is what he was going to do.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

You tried replying, but it was impossible without giving away how much you had been crying even more, as in your voice, it was evident.

"Tell me. Please."

He said please, getting on your bed, but that "please" didn't exactly sound like a plea though. You tried holding those tears back your best, but it simply didn't work, melting as his fingers contacted your skin. His touch had you defeated, your tears rushing out continuously, without a break, as you hugged him swiftly,crashing into his chest and calling out his name.

"Megumi...!"

Your tears stained his shirt, but that wasn't even something he thought of, only wrapping his hands around your waist. But it wasn't gentle, it was a tight hold. Not enough to hurt you, but enough for you to know that he wasn't gonna let go anytime soon.

He pulled you into his lap, as he rested his back against the bed frame, not even loosening his grip for a moment, letting you cry it all out.

He saw how exhausted you were with the way you hiccuped and shook in his arms, he knew that asking you what was wrong right now would be stressful for you. So, he just stroked you hair, before lifting your chin up gently.

"You can tell me everything tomorrow...Just sleep now. You'll be okay." He kissed your lips, making you whimper as he slid his tongue from right between them. That one sensational kiss turning into comforting little pecks on your forehead.

You nodded, nuzzling into him as your mind drifted away to sleep.

You slept like a little baby in his arms, making him think twice before deciding to rest your head on the pillow. He placed your body beside himself, before wrapping his strong arms around you, keeping you all to himself, his brows furrowed thinking about what could've happened to make you end up like this.

And there you both were, asleep in that one bed together, tangled with each other.

As long as he was around, you'd never stay hurt.

Was crying while I wrote this because some stuff happened, so I guess you could say that this piece is filled with emotion.

[elizabeth-of-avonlea]

warm tea

Pairing: Gilbert Blythe × fem!reader

Warning: sfw

Summery: You started to visit the Blythe household after Mary gave birth to Delphine. You don't see Gilbert during those visits because he's at Dr. Wards. But today, he came back early.

English isn't my first language, so don't be too harsh if you see grammar mistakes

Mary was asleep after finally managing to put Delphine to sleep. She was exhausted as you came, as usual after school, to the Blythe household, so you forced her to take a break while you made lunch for her, Delphine and Bash. He was outside, working on something.

You never minded helping. In fact, you loved it. It was nice to be helpful, especially to such a wonderful family as the Lacroix family. The soup would be done soon, and you'd wake Mary and call Bash in. After they ate, you would go home, do some house chores and homework, and then go to bed.

It wasn't like you visited every day. Maybe twice a week, maybe thrice. Depended on how much you had to do at home or how tired you were. Today was a wonderful day, though. You weren't tired at all after school, probably because nothing dramatic happened. No drama. And god knows how drama drains you.

You were too deep in your thoughts to notice the door opening. You were thinking of Anne and Diana. Of how tomorrow you would go into the forest and play another game that Anne would think of. Of how you couldn't wait to go home and lay in your armchair and do something silly and unimportant.

"Y/N"

You yelped, jumped back, and let them spoon fall as Gilbert stood not far away, equally surprised as you practically acramed. He was—even though it sounded ridiculous, considering that this is his house—the last person you expected to see. You quickly covered your mouth with your hands, recalling that Delphine was asleep. And then, to your horror, you heard her cry. Muttering something under your breath, you hurried to her before Mary would awake.

While holding Delphine in your arms and trying to calm her down, you thought of how foolish you looked a minute ago. Of course, Gilbert would be here. Why were you so shocked anyway? Well, maybe because he was never at home when you were visiting. He was at Dr. Wards, and he returned when you were usually gone. Usually. You forgot that he could even be at home when you were present.

Thankfully, Delphine fell asleep quite quickly, without waking Mary. You made your way back into the kitchen, where Gilbert was picking up the spoon and wiping away the soup that was on the spoon, which was now on the floor.

"No, no, let me do it" You hurried towards him.

"There’s no need in that. You let the spoon fall because of me. " He smiled. You couldn't argue with that. Whether that was his statement or his smile, you didn't know.

With a sigh, you checked on the soup. It would be done in 30 minutes or so. What would you do in the meantime? You never talked to Gilbert, not really. In class, maybe, when Anne was as always bickering with him. But otherwise? No. Gilbert was taking off his coat while your eyes saw a cup. Right! You could make him a cup or tea!

"Should I make you some tea?" You asked.

"That would lovely, thank you"

Making tea was easy, and the best part of it was that you could talk to him (asking how he wanted his tea) without bothering to think of a topic to talk about first. He sat at the table after he checked on Mary and Delphine. He was kind, and you liked that about him. You never understood why Anne seemed to dislike him so much. He was the only guy in your class who didn't give you a headache.

As you placed down the cup in front of him, you noticed that you had made a cup of tea for yourself as well. It was a habit, but you forgot to think if Gilbert even wanted to drink tea with you. And sitting down also ment talking about something. You didn't have that something to talk about. But thankfully, Gilbert spoke first.

"Have you studied for the test?" He asked while you seated on the opposite side of the table. You haven't in fact.

"Not really. I looked over it quickly. " Was that a lie, you wondered. Not really. Gilbert continued to talk. Meanwhile, you were stuck between listening and concentrating on his face. Since when does he have freckles? They were barely there, so faint. And, oh, that chin. He looked like he belonged in a dramatic fantasy novel where he was the prince and.. Ruby? Was the Princess.

Dammit, Ruby got her hands on him first, which was quite the shame.

"Are you — on Wednesday?" Gilbert asked, but you didn't hear him.

"Huh?"

"I was asking.." Gilbert now hesitated. Only then did you understand that whatever he asked took him a lot of courage, and now, to re-ask wasn't easy. "On Wednesday, after school, I could walk you here.. Of course, only if you're planning on visiting us that day. And, also, if you're up for it"

You were quiet for a moment. Walking, him, you, home? Wasn't that something couples did, or, well, a couple that clearly had romantic feelings for each other? You gulped. It was embarrassing to think of it. It was also embarrassing to look at him, so you looked down at the cup, and your face was flushed.

Ruby wouldn't forgive you that. Neither would Josie, Jane, or Tillie. But you really wanted to walk with Gilbert. He was sweet and fun, such a gentleman. Who wouldn't want to walk with him? But would that one walk be worth of being shut out from your friend group? But before you could decide, Bash walked in, all exhausted and sweaty.

"Phew, it's dreadfully hot out." Bash smiled, and then his eyes fell on both of them. On flushed you and on nervous Gilbert. "Did I miss something? Gilbert, you're home early"

Gilbert nodded while you stood up and checked on the soup again. You had to do something, anything, but look or think about Gilbert or his offer. Eventually, you told the boys that the soup would be done in 20 minutes. Then, with a few goodbyes, you left the Blythe household, not sure whether you made a mistake by not accepting Gilbert's offer.