#yep this is what i did instead of sleeping

[wooahaeruby]

Chapter 50: A Girls Best Friend

TW

sexually suggestive, implied torture & interrogation tactics, murder

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You wouldn’t say that Jeonghan’s call interrupted a very intimate moment, but it did, and he almost instantly clocked it when Seungcheol answered. Jeonghan laughed and laughed until Cheol told him that he was glad things went well, but he had important business to take care of. 

You weren’t going to hear the end of it. 

You woke up to Seungcheol attached to your back, squeezing you tightly like you’d slip away in the night. The shirt you wore – his shirt – had ridden up, enough that his warm hands rested on the skin of your stomach. His breath was gentle on the back of your neck, calm and relaxing. 

There was shuffling beyond the door, the hushed chatter of the morning. You needed to get up and start the day, who knew exactly what happened to Jeonghan and his team the previous night. All was fine, but they were radio silent for a while. 

As you attempted to get up, Seungcheol grumbled in protest, muttering a string of ‘ no’s . Your heart fluttered. 

“It’s morning, Cheol, we need to get up.”

“The bed is comfortable, Angel…Stay longer.” 

“You already missed all of yest-’ 

The door opened suddenly, light piercing the darkness from the hallway then the lights within the room were flicked on. You both hissed, covering your eyes, but that didn't stop the only person who’d do such a thing. 

“Good morning, love birds!” Jeonghan cheered, practically skipping towards your side of the bed. “I had such a wild day yesterday, thanks for asking! And when I called my girlfriend to check in, like she asked, imagine my surprise when her third boyfriend answered instead!” 

“Hannie please-” 

“But not only that!” He exclaimed, jumped into the bed, pulling you away from Seungcheol. “You guys were doing the nasty! Right in front of my salad!” 

“Dude, shut up-” Cheol mentioned to the door, sitting up. Your front was now fully pressed into Jeonghan’s chest. “You left the door open!”

“The door didn’t save anyone’s ears last night!” Mingyu’s voice rang through as he passed the room. 

“The walls aren’t thin, but dear god.” Jihoon complained, joining Mingyu wherever they were heading to in the penthouse. 

“Some of us were trying to sleep,” Wonwoo wasn’t far behind. 

You hid your face in Jeonghan’s chest, screaming so half-heartedly that both your boyfriends laughed. “ I want to die-” 

Soonyoung appeared at the door, leaning against the frame. “At least you are getting something-” 

You sat up, exasperated, “Are all of you here?!” 

“Yep,” Jeonghan popped the ‘p’. “All fourteen of us.” 

“Can we forever not talk about my sex life specifically?” 

“Too late-” Joshua moved past Soonyoung, standing with his arms crossed. 

“To be fair, we didn’t hear anyone come home.” Cheol tried to defend, but Joshua shook his head. 

“Only because you were too busy coming somewhere else.” 

Your face was burning up with embarrassment, no doubt the same shade as a tomato. Cheol wasn’t much better, cheeks burning red, and Jeonghan was living for it. Joshua looked a little miffed, but there was definitely a hint of a smirk that threatened to break out on his face. Soonyoung took the moment to take his leave.

“You know,” You stood on the bed, pulling the t-shirt down to cover as much of you as it could. “I’m going to do the walk of shame and sit on my computer going through the SVT server-” 

“Not much of a walk of shame if your apartment is a floor down-” You kicked Jeonghan in the arm, leaning down to kiss both him and Seungcheol. 

Jumping off the bed, you gathered your discarded clothes, along with any other item you had brought, and dashed to Joshua, giving him a kiss as well. You struggled to quickly put on your pants, hollering a goodbye and trying not to make eye contact with any of the guys as you rushed out. A few of them laughed in your wake. 

Your apartment was dark, expectedly, a slight chill to the air before the heat kicked on to warm the space. Jeonghan and Joshua probably wouldn’t be too far behind, more than likely to tease you, then to head off to their work for the day. You needed to change desperately despite how much you like Seungcheol’s t-shirt. You were going to keep it either way…

As you changed, the sound of the front door opening, closing, and the sing-song tone of your name falling from Jeonghan’s lips was heard. He sounded entirely too entertained. That stirred trouble for you if he had the chance. 

“Mouse~” Joenghan sang as he entered your room. 

“Do not start,” You said pointedly, half-heartedly throwing a glare his way. 

He leaned himself against the door frame of the closet, arms crossed over his chest. The smirk was ever prominent. “Sounds like you and Cheol had a lot of fun last night.” 

“Jeonghan!” You tossed the sweater you were going to put on at his face, which he caught effortlessly. “Come on.”

“What?! It’s good to know when Shua and I are busy, someone can keep you satis-” 

“I don’t want you to finish that statement.” Joshua peered over to you past the other man’s shoulder. You grabbed your sweater back from Jeonghan to put it on in a huff. 

“Jealous, Joshua?” 

“Barely.” He was definitely lying. “Now can you stop being a little shit?” 

Jeonghan pushed off the door frame to gather you in his arms, peppering gentle kisses all over your face. You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of your chest, letting him finish off with a tight hug. “Now I can.” 

Joshua sidestepped Jeonghan when he parted from you, hearing the latter man chuckle quietly. He placed a kiss to your lips then another to your forehead, hands resting respectfully on your waist. 

“Are you coming to the warehouse?” He asked, head tilted to the side. 

Shaking your head, you gave him a peck on the cheek. “I’m going to stay here and follow up on the MX server stuff. Wonwoo didn’t have time to check. Who knows, maybe I’ll find something to give us any important information.” 

“Good luck. Dinner tonight?”

“One or both of you?”  Your eyes caught on Jeonghan. 

“Probably just you two.” Jeonghan hummed. “Fight club stuff tonight. Planning for future events and prep for upcoming nights. Might be back to sleep here if it isn’t too late.” 

With small goodbyes, way more kisses than necessary, and Joshua telling you he’d text you about dinner later, they were off for the day. You ordered breakfast and something to heat up for lunch, knowing you had to go food shopping sooner or later if you were going to stay in the city longer. Another day’s problem, you told herself, but there was always delivery, unless Sona kicked your ass to leave the apartment. 

Sitting at your computer, cuddled up with a blanket, food, and tea, you pulled up all the systems needed to begin your spoof hunting.

Finding the spoof file, giving the information from ATZ’s server, was relatively easy. Honestly, it felt a little too easy to find the files just sitting there out in the open. From the server info, it was at least easy to spot, but it was literally a file with nothing in it. You lost a brain cell thinking about it, but relayed the info to Wonwoo, who wasn’t surprised. You let him know you’d be going through the system again to see if anything was left over. 

Now, as you stared at the screen for the fifth hour, something stood out to you. 

Random lines of unnecessary numbers embedded into the code. The sequence of the numbers, the groups of them, were spread out, so you didn’t catch the pattern at first. Unless Wonwoo did it, which you highly doubted, you know this was their thing. 

Pulling out a pen and paper, you wrote the numbers down. 

1 12, 19, 9, 7, 18 18, 5, 1 14, 5, 9, 18, 6, 4 5, 20, 2, 19 15, 1, 9, 4, 19, 1, 13, 14

And if they were going with the same simple cipher…

A Girls Are Friend Best Diamond

You rolled her eyes 

Diamonds were a girl's best friend.

“So original.”You started at the top of the code, hating that you’d have to go through every single line to delete it all. Once you were done, you’d tell Wonwoo. 

The process was slow, finding each sequence and making sure it was nothing of importance before getting rid of it. Somehow this felt more mentally torturous than the actual torture they subjected you to. The thought did make you laugh now. Maybe you’d tell Tessa that when you spoke with her next. 

Joshua did text you as he said he would, asking if you wanted to go out or stay in. You were deep into the code, maybe half way through, but you knew you’d need to see the proper light of day sometime. He told you he’d be back to pick you up soon, and you just realized how late it got. The sun was barely seen, darkness creeping into the night. How did the day slip by so easily?! 

You got up quickly, feeling the angry hunger from missing lunch and no snacks to sustain you. Joshua sent a follow up text, telling you he was craving something casual, thank god , and you only needed to freshen up. 

By the time he arrived, you were waiting patiently in the garage and slipped into the passenger seat. 

“Hey.” He took your hand when you settled, kissing your knuckles. “How was the day?” 

You grimaced. “Okay, stared at a computer from the time you left to the time you texted.” 

Joshua smiled gently, heading off to the dinner spot, one hand constantly in yours. “Anything good?” 

“Yeah, but it was nothing, just a spoof code on top of the spoof they left on everyone’s servers.” You gave an exaggerated fake gag. “ Diamonds are a girl’s best friend . Like, come on, that is dumb but I know they left it for me to find.” 

“They are just trying to get under everyone’s skin.” 

You took his hand into both of yours. “How about you? What happened today?” 

“Cheol, Jeonghan, and I went through all the stuff from last night's op. There was a lot of stuff being brought over all night so it took all day to get through and organize. Plus, with you going through the files, Seungkwan and Mingyu are ahead on those reports.”

You couldn’t hide the small smile on your lips on being helpful in some way. Joshua snickered as he glanced at you, pulling into the diner’s parking lot. 

“Everything is status quo aside from that. The clubs are fine, Pledis is fine, and we aren’t worried.” Shrugging, Joshua got out in a rush and hurried to open the passenger door for you. “Shall we?” 

Taking his hand, you hugged his arm once the door was closed. “We shall, and I’m always here to help you guys out.”

“Trust me, Cheol would not stop joking that you should be in charge some days so he can take a break.” 

You let him lead the way inside, taking a seat in a secluded corner. “It’s just a desk job with a lot of thinking. With all of you involved, I’m surprised Cheol does so much himself.” 

“He’s always been like that,” Joshua tucked you into his side, greeting the waiter when he came over. You both ordered drinks before he continued. “He shoulders all the responsibility, doesn’t want to stress others out, only to stress himself into early balding.” 

“With all the hair he has currently, him balding seems more traumatic than the shit they did to me.” Your joke only got a grimace from Joshua, but when you snickered, he did join in. “You know who would look worse bald? Mingyu with his big ass head.” 

“Oh lord,” Joshua nodded, hiding his face in your hair. “I don’t want to imagine any of the guys bald, especially not Chan.” 

“You wanna know who I think would look good bald? Vernon. Good egg shaped head.” 

“Do you think of all of us bald often?”

“Nah,” You shook your head. “Only when I got tired of staring at you guys at dinner. Before I sat back at the table with everyone.”

You couldn’t sleep, nor for any particular reason, you just couldn’t close your eyes long enough to knock out. It was one of the first restless nights in a while. Joshua was asleep at your side and Jeonghan was in the shower, scrubbing off the remnants of the long day. He apologized if he woke you, but you only brushed him off. 

“Go to sleep.” Jeonghan was at the side of the bed, drying his hair with a small towel. 

“I wish I could.” You spoke in a hushed tone, not wanting to rouse Joshua in any way. “Been awake since he passed out.” 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Sitting now at the edge of the bed, Jeonghan reached out to run a hand through your hair. 

Shaking your head, you took his hand, holding it over your heart. “Nothing pertinent I can think of. Just a night with a little too much energy,” Jeonghan looked down at you tiredly, a crooked smile on his lips. 

“I can stay up with you.” 

“Don’t,” You moved to sit up, Joshua stirred at your side but stayed asleep. “You’ve been up for a while. I’m just going to find something to do around the house then come back to bed.” 

“You sure, love?” 

Standing now, you pushed him to lie down, tucking him in like he wasn’t a full grown adult. He chuckled as you fretted over him and Joshua, placing a kiss to both of their cheeks. Out in the hallway, you know you could clean, even though there was little to clean with how decent you left it, or you could bored yourself into oblivion. 

You sat down at your computer and pulled up the lines of code, hoping to continue the deletion of MX’s lovely message. Pricks, And you forgot to tell Wonwoo- 

You did end up losing track of time again, line after line scrolling past your vision as you skimmed, found, checked, and removed the numbers. By the time you reached the end, your eyes hurt, back ached, and you were finally tired. Luckily the sun hadn’t risen, so you shuffled to bed, body light, eyes heavier, and went to sleep. 

Morning came way too quickly, Joshua’s phone ringing loud enough to wake all three of you up. You, plastered to Jeonghan’s back, groaned and grumbled, hearing the third of your current trio answer the call. 

“Hello-” He cleared his throat, but Jeonghan rolled over to smother you, leaving you unable to hear much of the rest. 

“Too early, shut the fuck up.” That you could hear loud and clear from Jeonghan. He only pulled you closer, tucking you into his body with his chin atop your head. 

“They sank another one of ATZ’s boats.”

“What?” 

You were wide awake now, pushing back away from Jeonghan. Joshua got up, same with Jeonghan, both starting to get ready. 

“When?” 

“Last night, but they caught one of their guys. Cheol wants Soonyoung, Jeonghan, and I to meet up with them and get the interrogation going.” 

You stood too, moving to join them in the closet. “I’m coming with you-” 

“Mouse, no-” 

“I’m coming with you or I’m calling Wooyoung to tell me where you’ll be.” 

“That is devious.” Jeonghan snickered, tossing you a dress shirt. “But effective, let's go.”

The sun was barely on the horizon when you arrived. Seungcheol and Soonyoung weren’t surprised to see you with Joshua and Jeonghan. Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Mingi were, though, standing before the entrance to the shipyard, owned and operated by ATZ. They greeted you with simple nods as you and the guys followed them further in towards the docks to a small, metal building, vents seen, but not a window in sight, the door thick as Hongjoong pushed it open. 

“So far, we haven’t gotten him to talk.” Mingi spoke first once the door was securely shut. “But we also only found him an hour ago in the water right before we called you.” 

“I can give it a try.” Soonyoung hummed , a dark look in his eyes. 

It clicked with you that this would be the first time seeing Soonyoung work . ‘Interrogator’ he once called himself. You’ve seen enough movies to know what he was talking about with his aid. 

“Be my guest.” Hongjoong mentioned forward, your eyes catching on yet another metal door that Soonyoung eagerly moved towards.

A hand was pressed flat against your lower back, warming the skin beneath your shirt. Seungcheol appeared in your peripheral vision, a brow raised in curiosity. 

“Surprised to see you here, Mouse.” Hongjoong hummed, giving you a once over. His eyes looked as tired as you felt. “But good to see you nevertheless.”

“Can’t miss out on the action, can I, Captain?” You could see the quirk of the corner of his lips. “Was anyone hurt?”

“No, thankfully,” You saw relief in his eyes, some of the tension he held in his shoulders fading. “After the first attack, we put out decoys to hopefully catch them and put some of our people that could safely use dive equipment to get away. We had some patrols in the water too so help wasn’t too far behind. That’s how we managed to catch this straggler.” 

Soonyoung and Mingi were already beyond the next threshold, the door left open behind them. You took an assertive step forward, each step after leading you closer to a scene you knew all too well. 

The man, who you could only guess wasn’t much older than you, was tied down to a wooden chair, face beaten and bruised. A single, large construction lamp blazed down on his form. He wore a heavy, tired glare, eyes flickering between Soonyoung and Mingi. By how hard he was breathing through his mouth and all the blood on his face, you guessed his nose was broken. 

Soonyoung whistled in amusement, “Already had a number done on you and you still won’t talk?” The rhetoric question hung in the air, the man never dropping his glare. 

You stepped to the side of the room when Mingi moved to get something, the rest of the guys following in. A second chair sat not far from where the man sat, and a small metal cart with a tool roll sat closed atop it on the other side of him. Seungcheol hung in the back with Hongjoong while Seonghwa flanked your left with Jeonghan and Joshua standing on your right. 

Soonyoung discarding his jacket onto the empty chair off to the side, a hum leaving him once more the entire time. Mingi was opening and sorting through the rolled up pack of tools, most clean while others were speckled with rust or crusted, dried blood. Your stomach turned, but you kept your expression neutral. 

“We can do this the easy way, man,” Soonyoung spoke to him as if he was speaking to a friend, moving towards the cart. He picked up a small hammer and pliers in one hand, his other hand motioning vaguely in the air. “Or we can do this the hard way, which would you prefer?” 

The man didn’t answer, clenching his jaw before spitting blood the best he could at Soonyoung’s feet. His eyes took in the others before landing on you, a sneer spreading on his lips. 

In the moment, a realization hit you, a recognition you didn’t put together until you locked eyes, blood pumping in your veins like a roaring fire. 

Along with Joker , when awoke in the second van while being taken, he was there, the same sneer before you were knocked out. 

Your fists clenched tightly, his eyes boring into yours. The sneer turned more into a smirk, him seemingly coming to the same realization you did. 

Soonyoung and Mingi followed his gaze to you, a haunting look on both their faces. 

“They said your actions of preparing were predictable.” He was speaking to you for some reason, like no one else was in the room. “They still are.” 

Hands were on concealed weapons as the man finally spoke, as if he could do much tied up tightly. The rush of blood through your body was loud in your ears. 

“Oh yeah?” You cooled your temper, stepping close. No one liked that based on how they all tensed. “I will admit, Mouse caught in a trap was clever. Almost spooked me. A lot of planning must have gone into plotting that out, huh? What I don’t get though, is why Monsta X has been playing children’s games instead of going full force on us.” 

You moved to Mingi’s side, nodding at him to back up. Eying the tools on the cart, you picked up a folding knife, easily opening it. 

“Then I reminded myself that Monsta X thinks we aren’t a much bigger, much scarier force to go against with our allies.” You saw a familiar flicker of uneasiness behind the man’s eyes. “So…I’m going to take a guess here, please tell me if I’m wrong, but something big is coming that you have knowledge about.” 

Turning the knife over in your hand, you watched the metal glimmer in the light. “Or they left you in the water to be caught and you know something, a pawn to put it simply. One option makes you a fool while the other makes you a fool and valuable. Which are you?” 

“Unlike all of you, I’m no fool, Mouse.” He swallowed thickly, keeping his eyes on you. “Neither is Monsta X and the rest of our people.” 

“Debatable.” You flipped the knife for the blade to face down and slammed it into the seat of the chair between his legs. He jumped with an audible hiss of fear. “Guess it’s the hard way, Ace, Lion , have fun.” 

Turning, Soonyoung was smirking, you thought he was impressed with your little show of power, spinning the pliers between his fingers now. “Gladly, Mouse. ” 

Looking past him, a wide smirk was on Jeonghan and Hongjoong’s faces, but shock and disbelief were on others. You stepped back between Seonghwa and your first two boyfriends, saying nothing as Soonyoung and Mingi got to work. 

The questions started simple; Why did Monsta X sink the ship? Where is their current hide out? What do they have planned? The list went on. 

Whenever a question went unanswered, much like Monsta X did to you, they hurt him. One of two things happened, either a fingernail was ripped out or a hammer was slammed into one of his fingers, one at a time, to break the bones there. The man’s screams and shouts of pain reverberated off the walls, each more weak than the last, energy drained. His head drooped and his breathing was laboured, the harsh sound of teeth grinding together reached your ears. 

You didn’t feel sorry for him, part of you attributed the apathy for the necessary retribution for your torture. The first step in a long line of reckoning Monsta X would face at the hands of you, SVT, and your allies. 

The next crunch of bones breaking reminded you of breaking Joker’s nose, the sound ringing through your thoughts. You didn’t stop the smirk that spread on your face. 

“Okay!” He shouted before Soonyoung brought the hammer down again, gasping out a break, visibly shaking. “I’ll talk- I’ll talk but only to her-” 

“No-” Jeonghan stepped forward.

“Deal.” You cut him off, “I’ll listen.” 

“Mouse,” Seonghwa didn’t like the idea, clearly frowning. “You don’t have to-” 

You turned to Joshua, pushing his jacket open to take the holstered gun at his side, checking the safety. Even he looked bewildered. 

“Just in case.” You turned to the man when Seungcheol stopped you.

“You don’t have to end it if you don’t want to,” You knew what he meant, killing the guy once you got what everyone needed. If he was released, he would be killed either way. “We can.”

“I know,” You nodded towards the door. “Go, I got it.” 

Placing the gun down on the cart, muzzle towards the guy, you pulled the second chair closer to sit down. It took a few moments for all of them to exit, leaving you with the bloodied and broken man before you. 

“You wanna talk? Then talk. I don’t have all day.” 

“Look,” He heaved in a breath, “They were keeping shit locked down for months. We, the henchmen I guess, haven’t seen them, aside from those who aided in snatching you. We got orders ahead of time to hit certain locations, certain ways, everything planning out to the T, however they wanted. We figured they’d tell us when they had a plan for SVT or anyone outside of these smaller marks.” 

“So you were a fool like I thought. A pawn.” Your response was blasé, crossing your arms. “Were you given an order for somewhere after this?” 

“ Loki’s fight club, next fight.” Your eyes locked with his and you instantly knew he was lying. 

“You need to do better than that if you want to lie.” Reaching out, you pulled the knife from the spot between his legs. “Try again and don’t lie to me this time.” 

The man held your bored stare, catching a glance at the knife you held. “There wasn't any other mission after this one, not yet at least. As far as we know, Monsta X has been radio silent. No contact since we got this info to hit a ship a week ago.” 

Nodding, you stayed quiet to let him go on, looking at your nails, continuing your uninterested look.

“Did you enjoy the message within the servers?” Though he was still drained that smirk from earlier was back on his face. There it was. 

It gained no outward reaction from you but you were piqued. “ Diamonds are a girl’s best friend . Still will the children’s games. Why are they so fascinated with me? I’m bored of it all.” 

“Playing with their toys is their favorite pastime, to know how long it takes to break them.” He cleared his throat. “You were just the easiest target for them.” 

“Riveting,” Rolling your eyes, you stood up. “Are we done here? Or will you annoy me with your nonsense for longer?”

“Personally, my favorite part of your capture was when you were locked inside the box.” His words were sharp and you froze no longer than a second. “Screaming and begging to be let out or just crying.”

The knife was gone from your hand and the gun quickly replaced it, safety off before you could process it. The muzzle was pressed firmly to the center of his forehead, and the sick fuck pushed forward into it. 

“You sounded so pitiful in there.” 

You stopped hearing him, seeing his lips move but no sound reached you. Your hand was trembling, trying to stay grounded in the moment rather than being thrown back into your demise. Your current location didn’t help. Kihyun’s face was stark in your mind when you closed your eyes to breathe. 

Next time your eyes opened, the man was no longer before you. Tied to the chair now was Kihyun, grinning maniacally, staring dead into your eyes. 

“Your apology was so genuine.” That was Kihyun’s voice that you heard. “ I’m sorry for not-” 

You pulled the trigger with all the hatred and anger that rested in your very soul, boiling just under your skin, under the brand that was a constant reminder. 

Your ears rang from the shot. Almost in slow motion you felt the splatter of blood hit you, some even landing on your face, the smell of metallic iron thick in your sense. You took a single deep breath. One blink and the man was staring back at you, lifeless, limp. You dropped your arm holding the gun and placed it on the cart, his body sagging as the door swung open. 

“Mouse?” There was hesitation in Jeonghan’s voice. You didn't hear the door open. 

You raised your head, breaking your eyes away from his body, anger bubbling still, and you looked over your shoulder to them. “He said there were no other hit locations after this one as far as he knew. The last one, this one on the ships, was planned for a week. MX has been radio silent outside of that. They hadn’t heard from them in days.” 

“Okay,” He spoke slowly, the rest of the guys entering the room, taking in the situation, the man, and you more importantly. “Do you need anything?” 

“A towel and some rubbing alcohol would be nice if I can’t take a shower somewhere around here.” You looked down at the blood on your hand and the small, wet splotches on your shirt. “And probably some new clothes too. I’ll get blood on something.” 

“The dock house’s office has a shower for when Hongjoong has a long night here.” Seonghwa spoke up. “I can take you over there while this is…cleaned up as well. I’ll find some clothes too. Wooyoung needed to head here sometime soon so I’ll have him stop to get something.” 

“Thanks,” You took another calming breath, some metaphorical weight raised off your shoulders unexpectedly. It confused you. You moved towards Seonghwa, seeing the various expressions on everyone’s faces. “I’m okay, don’t worry too much.” 

Your boyfriends shared a look, even Hongjoong joined in. 

“We can…talk later. Go get cleaned up.” Seungcheol added, calm in his tone but worry in his eyes. 

“Come on,” Seonghwa ushered you out with haste.

The moment the door closed, Jeonghan felt like he would fall over. He wheezed out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

“Holy shit,” Seungcheol whispered, the words barely reaching Jeonghan’s ears. 

“She,” Soonyoung picked up his discarded jacket from the chair, taking in the dead man before them. “She actually did it.” 

Jeonghan ran a hand through his hair, the look on Mouse’s face when they came in etched into his mind. 

She looked okay, actually okay, like she stated. However, despite her eyes looking fully aware and there, something else lingered beneath the surface, something he couldn’t put a word to yet. She didn’t have that hollow, vacant look most have when they killed someone, especially if it was their first kill. He swore she looked calm, like something within her was at peace for the time being. He didn’t know anyone that ever looked like that after such a deed. 

“They didn’t talk for long, maybe ten minutes,” Hongjoong spoke up, rounding the cart and standing behind the man, avoiding the blood splatter on the floor. “Clean through, she must have pressed the muzzle to his forehead before taking the shot.” 

“His eyes were open.” Seungcheol moved closed, leaning down to look at the man before his eyes went between everyone. ���When someone, think of us, our people for example, go through their first kill, they usually are panicking after, doubling over to throw up. She…She didn’t do any of that, or maybe she will when they get to the dock house, but that wasn’t normal. That look in her eyes. She was more worried about blood on her hands, not the metaphorical kind.” 

“I’m all for trauma responses being different but that was weird.” Soonyoung shook his head.

“Agreed,” Jeonghan sighed, collecting his thoughts. “We’ll have to talk to her and figure out what’s going on in her head.”

“Just don’t push her,” Mingi added, moving to wrap up the roll of tools, focusing on the task. “Right now, she might not fully understand what she did or why. I’ve been there.” 

“Observe her, she isn’t like the guys.” Hongjoong pulled out his phone, sending off a quick message. 

“We can head back to the dock house, our guys will be here in a few to clean up.”

You and Seonghwa didn’t speak the entire, short walk to the dock house. You didn’t see a single worker. Seonghwa led with you at his side and you’d occasionally feel the glances he sent your way. 

It was understandable, the worry he, or any of the guys, had. You killed a once living, breathing person, without hesitation. 

Your brand itched. 

“I just replaced all the towels in there so they should all be clean.” Seonghwa pushed the bathroom door open, flicking on the lights. “Wooyoung is on his way with clothes, shouldn’t be long. The cabinet to the side had medical supplies so you can replace your bandages. Take your time though.” 

You gave him a thank you , eyeing the red splotches on your hand. The sports were nowhere near warm anymore, the cold air outside having chilled his blood and your skin on the walk over. 

Unlike the last time you were covered in some amount of blood, when Mingyu was shot, you didn’t feel sick. You didn’t feel the numbness radiating down your limbs. You didn’t feel like crying. Nothing moved in slow motion. Your senses weren’t in overdrive. 

You undressed easily, more disappointed that your nice dress shirt got dirty. You washed your hands before carefully moving the bandage from your chest, no hint of anger or annoyance as you stared at it in the mirror. 

Somehow you felt calm, the piece of a puzzle you couldn’t fully see falling into place. Like you knew what you had and needed to do. 

The calm wasn’t confusing, you welcomed the peace, the quiet, much more accepting of the unknown the future brought. 

You would do anything to protect those you cared about, no matter what happened to you. You promised yourself that, standing under the spray of the shower head, the warm water washing away the chill of the late winter outside. 

You showered in silence, scrubbing your skin gently but thoroughly, thinking back to the little room and the man. 

He deserved it, the bullet to the head for working with Monsta X, for aiding in your kidnapping, for everything he had done that you didn’t know about. He deserved it for mocking your pain and torture. 

All of Monsta X would deserve it when you got your- 

No. 

You shook your head to clear your thoughts. 

When everyone got their hands on them. Everyone was involved, not just you. 

A knock came and Wooyoung’s voice floated in from the now open door, telling you the clothes he brought were in a bag by the door. You were quick to towel off and rebandage your chest, taking a moment to give yourself a once over. 

It was a little funny, thinking back to your shower after helping with Mingyu, how different you looked. Back then you looked sad, hollow, a ghost of yourself, while now, you held yourself with a stronger composure, a strength you hadn’t seen in yourself, a need of purpose. It was a good change, but you would need to watch yourself for sure… 

Stepping out, the small group of guys, with the addition of Wooyoung, hung around the office. Hongjoong was at his desk, Seonghwa beside him, reading some papers. Your boyfriends, along with Soonyoung, Mingi, and Wooyoung, sat at a smallish table with mismatching chairs that you didn’t notice when you came in originally. The members of SVT looked over you head to toe with worry. Wooyoung and Mingi shared a look you couldn’t read. 

“I’ll have your clothes cleaned,” Seonghwa broke the silence and you ruffled your hair with the towel as you stepped closer. “Do you need anything?” 

“Nah, I’m okay, thanks.” You shook your head, “Are we heading to the warehouse?” 

Jeonghan, Joshua, and Seungcheol shared a look, but all of them relented.

“Yeah, we can go,” Joshua spoke first, nodding. “You ready?” 

“Mhmm, I’m good.” You hung the towel in the bathroom, thanking the ATZ members once more, in full, before leaving.

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[make-friends-with-the-rats]

Newsies (1992)

But it's only David Jacobs' lines

---

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Wha- uh-” *getting tossed around by the Delanceys*

“Uh, twenty papes please.”

“Thanks!”

“I paid for twenty, I only got nineteen.”

“No, I- I just want my paper.”

“Oh! I- I don’t want another fifty-”

“I don’t!”

“I don’t want your papes! I don’t take charity from anybody, I don’t even know you, I don’t care to, so here are your papes.”

“Wait, wait, wait! Who said anything about partners?”

“A-ha!”

”Well if he’s the best then how come he needs me?”

“Wait, wait, hold it! It’s gotta be at least 50-50.”

“That’s disgusting!”

“Bad headline.”

—

“Extra! Extra! Trolley strike drags on!”

“Hey, what?” Wait, where’s that story?”

“Trash fire next to immigration building terrifies seagulls?”

“Our father taught us not to lie.”

“You’re just making up things! All these headlines…”

“Wait, wait, hold it,” *sniff sniff* “You smell like beer.”

“Is he a friend of yours?”

“Come on Les, come on!”

“Hurry up, come on!”

“Come on! Hurry up! Hurry up!”

“You here?”

“Alright, I got you, I got you, come on let’s go.”

“Okay, jump!”

“Hurry up, hurry up!”

“He’s right behind us! He’s right behind us!”

“Ah! Uh?” *confused look around* “Les, where-?”

“Come on!”

“Sit down!”

“I’m not running any further.”

“I want some answers!” *shushed by Jack* “Who is he? And why was he chasing you? And what is this refuge?”

“Oh, right. Food.”

“He called you Sullivan.”

“Well, you have a way of improving the truth.”

“Why was he chasing you?”

“I’ll bet it was the mayor. Right?”

—

“Oh, I love that. I loved it. It was great. She is beautiful… how do you know her?”

“Oh.”

“Oh, It’s getting late. My parents are gonna be worried… What about yours?”

“Jack! Why don’t we go back to my place and divvy up? I mea- You can meet my folks!”

“Jack, let’s get outta here!”

—

“Nothing, Mama. He’s just sleeping.”

“Well half of it’s Jack’s- This is our selling partner… uh, and our friend. Jack Kelly my parents. Uh, that’s my sister, Sarah.”

“I’ll get the knife.”

“It’s only the beginning, Papa! The longer I work, the more money I’ll make!”

“Here’s your knifffe.”

*flustered laughing*

—

“Uh, the factory. It was an accident.” *scoff* “He was no good to them anymore so they just fired him. He’s got no union to protect him.”

“Alright…”

“Jack! Why don’t you stay here tonight?”

“See you tomorrow.” *gay hand shake thing* “Carrying the banner!”

—

“What do you mean, like a strike?”

“Jack, I was just joking! We can’t strike, we don’t have a union.”

“No, we’re just a bunch of angry kids with no money. Maybe if we got every newsie in New York, but-”

“Jack, this isn’t a joke! You saw what happened to those trolley workers!”

“Stop and think about this, Jack! You can’t just rush everybody into this!”

“Shut up!”

*sigh* “Pulitzer and Hearst have to respect our rights.”

“Tell ‘em… That they can’t treat us like we don’t exist.”

“We stick together like the trolley workers and they can’t break us up.”

“We’re a union now -the newsboys union! We gotta start acting like a union!”

“No! We can’t beat up kids in the street, it’ll give us a bad name!” *is ignored* “Jack!”

“NO!”

-the world will feel the fire and finally know!

“Uh, ambassadors?”

“Sure, uh- Just as soon as you take our demands to Pulitzer.”

“You’re the leader, Jack.”

“Uh- We’re bringing our demands to Pulitzer.”

“The newsies’ demands. We’re on strike.”

“David.”

*little laugh*

“He has to.”

—

“Haha!”

“Are we really an important story?”

—

“I’ve never been to Brooklyn, have you?”

“A-ha!”

“So is this- Is this Spot Conlon really dangerous?”

“But we’re not playing- We are going on strike.”

“Well we started the strike, but, uh... We can’t do it alone so we’ve been talking to other newsies all around the city.”

“They’re waiting to see what Spot Conlon does- that you’re the key. That Spot Conlon is the most famous and respected newsie in all of New York, and- and probably everywhere else. And if Spot Conlon joins the strike, then they’ll join, and we’ll be unstoppable. So you gotta join us, beca- well, you gotta!”

—

Open the gates and seize the day

Don't be afraid and don't delay

Nothing can break us

No one can make us

Give our rights away

Arise and seize the day!

Now is the time to seize the day

Send out the call and join the fray

Wrongs will be righted

if we're united

Let us seize the day!

Friends of the friendless seize the day

Raise up the torch and light the way

Proud and defiant

We'll slay the giant

Let us seize the day

Neighbor to neighbor

Father to son

One for all and all for one!

Open the gates and seize the day

Don't be afraid and don't delay

Nothing can break us

No one can make us

Give our rights away

Neighbor to neighbor

Father to son!

One for all and all for one!

“Yeah!”

—

“Fellas! Fellas!”

“Blink!”

“N- Jack, just, don’t-”

*exclamation!*

“Jack! Jack, hey-”

“Les! Les!”

—

“How can you be sure they sent Crutchy here?”

“So how come you brought the rope?”

“Shhh!”

“Oh, yeah. Teddy Roosevelt’s right?”

“You mean it’s true?”

—

Open the gates and seize the day

Don't be afraid and don't delay

Nothing can break us

No one can make us

Give our rights away

Arise and seize the day!

—

“Alright! Everyone, remain calm!”

“Les! Get out of here! GO!”

*not audible: talking while trying to pull Jack back*

“Are you alright?”

“AH-Aw! Aw!”

—

“You got us on the front page!”

An editor's desk for the star reporter!

Tip your hat

He's the King of New York!

In nothing flat

He'll be coverin'

Brooklyn to Trenton

Our man Denton

I gotta be either dead or dreamin'

'Cause look at that pape with my face beamin'

Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it

But I was a star for one whole minute!

Starting now

I'm the King of New York!

Holy cow!

It's a miracle

Pulitzer's cryin'

Weasel? He's dying!

Flashpots are shootin' bright as the sun

I'm one highfalutin' sonuva gun!

Don't ask me how

Fortune found me, fate just crowned me

Now I'm King of New York!

Look and see

Once a piker, now a striker

I'm the King of New York!

Victory!

Front page story, guts and glory

I'm the King of New York!

“Well, we gotta show people where we stand.”

“Right.”

“We’ll send a- We’ll send a message to the big boys!”

“Hey, you guys. To our man Denton!”

—

“No! No, no! That’s what they want us to do! If we get violent, it’s just playing into their hands!”

“Whoo!”

*warns Spot*

“Jack! Jack, it’s Snyder. It’s Syn- It’s Snyder! Right there!”

(1:15:58 - ???)

“Get outta here! Get outta here, Les! Go!”

“Go up there! Alright, no, go over here. Come on!”

“Push me!”

“Get out of here! GO!”

“Jack!”

—

“Hey fellas, you alright? Where’s- Where’s Jack?”

—

“Why didn’t the Sun print the story?”

“Wait- What happened, did you get fired or something?”

*scoff*

“We get Jack out of the refuge tonight! And from now on we trust no one but the newsies!”

—

“That’s where we saw Crutchy.”

“Sh! Shh, sh!”

“There’s one way to find out. I’ll meet you guys at the square. Racetrack watch him.”

—

“Jack!”

“Come on! Come on!”

“Run!”

“Hurry up!”

“Beat it! Beat it”

“Come on! Keep running!”

“I don’t care.”

“I don’t understand..?”

“NO!”

—

“Racetrack! Racetrack! Race-? Race! Help me! I need some help!”

“So this is why you didn’t escape last night. You’re a liar! You lied about everything! You lied about your father being out west, ‘cause he’s not out west. You didn’t even tell me your real name!”

“I don’t understand you.”

“You had the newsies.”

“Well that’s good! That’s good, ‘cause we don’t need you! We. Don’t. Need. You. ‘Cause all those words you said? Those were mine.”

“I do now.”

“Never! Ever!”

—

“What happened, are you hurt?”

*david getting beat up sounds*

“What, you couldn’t stay away?”

“A scab?”

—

“What are we gonna do, put an ad in the newspaper?”

“Yeah it is. But what do we know about printing a newspaper?”

“Yeah, but I think our man Denton has something more important to do. I mean, he’s going to be an ace war correspondent. Right Denton?”

“Is it gonna work?”

This time we're in it to stay

See old man Pulitzer, snug in his bed

He don't care if we're dead or alive

Three satin pillows are under his head

While we're begging for bread to survive

Joe, if you're still counting sheep

Wake up and read 'em and weep!

You got your thugs with their sticks and their slugs

Yeah, but we got a promise to keep!

Once and for all

Something tells me the tide will be turnin'

Once and for all

There's a fire inside me that won't stop burnin'

Now that the choices are clear

Now that tomorrow is here

Watch how the mighty can fall

For once and for all!

This is for kids shinin' shoes in the street

With no shoes on their feet every day

This is for guys sweatin' blood in the shops

While the bosses and cops look away

This is to even the score

This ain't just newsies no more

This ain't just kids with some pie in the sky

This is do it or die

This is war!

Once and for all

We'll be there to defend one another

Once and for all

Every kid is our friend

Every friend, a brother

Five thousand fists in the sky!

Five thousand reasons to try!

We're going over the wall

Better to die than to crawl

Either we stand or we fall

For once... once and for all

—

“Jack! Sarah!”

The world will feel the fire and finally know!

“Yeah!”

“And what does that make you?”

“You talk about self interest, but since the strike your circulation’s been down 70%. Everyday you’re losing thousands of dollars just to beat us out of- one lousy tenth of a cent. Why?”

—

*dramatic pause* “Hundred papes.”

“Thanks…”

“Headlines don’t sell papes,” *puts on newsie hat* “Newsies sell papes.”

*spit shake at last!*

*not audible: talking with Denton before interrupted by Jack*

-fin-

[shanklin]

Stanford never became friends with Fiddleford.

Instead he got himself a different small friend group who cares a lot about him. At least about the Ford he pretended to be in college.

A kind, soft spoken formerly bullied genius who researches very dull stuff in Oregon and definitely not anything weird. Their Ford would never break any rules or ignore safety measures [unlike that other student they heard about during their college years.]

And then Ford stops answering their calls and loses his grant. 

It’s time for an intervention and they start pestering Ford with letters and calls until he finally agrees to meet them at a science convention, but he’ll take his brother with him.

They’re relieved! Ford is with Shermie! They like Shermie! It's a good thing that Ford still has one brother who isn't a good for nothing selfish criminal who destroyed his entire future!

If they ever get their hands on Ford’s evil twin they’ll make sure he’ll regret ever messing with their friend. Ford is too nice for revenge. They aren’t.

Meanwhile at the not-yet Mystery Shack, the Stans freshly survived their own angsty canon divergent tale of two stans AU and locked Bill out of Ford's mind like a week ago.

Stan: I don’t know how long Ford will keep me around but this will be good for him. He needs some friends to take care of him after I inevitably get kicked out again!

Ford: I only agreed to this because Stan insisted and I still haven’t found a way to thank him and apologize. I hope all my “friends” die in a fire.

[sugarcherris]

Headcanon: Ghost Watches You Sleep (But It’s… not in a cute way)

Gn reader x ghost, ghost is a creep…but what’s new? Suggestive themes. 18+ mdni. You threatened to lick Simon’s eyeballs. You’re just so done with him.

You’ve gotten used to a lot of things in this relationship.

The tactical gear dumped at the foot of the bed like a body.

The skull balaclava dangling from the coat rack like a cursed relic.

The knives tucked beneath your shared pillows like bedtime buddies.So many knives. Tucked in your underwear drawer, one time in the freezer for reasons you’ll never ask.

But what you haven’t—cannot—adjust to… is waking up to the deranged, soul-penetrating gaze of one Simon “Ghost” Riley.

He doesn’t sleep when you’re around.

Not because you snore.

Not because you sprawl.

(Though you’ve absolutely elbowed him in the chest and groin, and once, mid-dream, dug two fingers so deep into his nostrils he gagged.)

No—he doesn’t sleep because he’s watching you.

Studying you.

Memorizing every twitch of your eyelid like it’s scripture.

Like full-on, creepy Victorian ghost-in-the-corner style.

You’ll be deep asleep, drooling slightly into the pillow, limbs tangled in the blanket like a noodle in a colander, and this man is just hovering.

Perched—elbows on his knees, hands together, forehead slightly tilted down, dead silent, just drilling holes into your face. He’s doesn’t breathe. Possibly not even alive. He looks like a victorian ghost who learned about love from taxidermy.

He just squatting there.

Besides your bed.

Like a gargoyle.

Mask still on.

Half-dressed.

His eyes are unblinking under that damn skull balaclava. Eyes locked on your sleeping face like he’s decoding the coordinates of your dreams. Like if he stares long enough, he’ll enter your dreams.

Join you in them. Colonize them.

It’s the third time this week.

You stir awake from your dreams of jellybeans and explosions, but you feel something in your spine first—the primal sixth sense. The “there’s a large man-shaped entity breathing in sync with your REM cycle” kind of dread.

Your eyes cracking open to find… yep.

And there he is.

Staring.

Lovingly?

Motionless.

British.

You blink. He doesn’t.

You blink again. Still no reaction.

“…Hi,” you whisper, voice croaky. Trying to register if this was another dream, or a sleep paralysis demon.

He nods solemnly like he’s been expecting you to wake and holds steady eye contact.

“You muttered something about cheese. I was intrigued.”

You groan. Slide towards him.

In a dramatic act of love and exasperation. You cup his masked face and smoosh a loud kiss right where his stupid cold nose should be. Mwah.

“Go sleep, you’re scaring off the spirits.”

“Wanted to make sure you weren’t kidnapped in your sleep.”

You blink. “By who? Bed bugs?”

He shrugs. “Could be sleeper agents.”

“You are the sleeper agent and possibly the cause of my kidnapping.”

Then, like a fed-up grandparent tucking in an unruly toddler, you reach up. And manually push his heavy, stubborn eyelids closed with 2 of your fingers like you’re powering down a weird haunted animatronic possess by an eldritch demon from Manchester.

“There. Did you know normal people usually do this when it’s bedtime?”

…

POP. Open again. No hesitation.

You pause. Try again. Shut those brown eyes like elevator doors.

He lets you close them this time. You start to relax—

POP.

His eye widening as if to mock you.

“…I swear to God,” you mutter, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at his head. It hits him with a dull thud, and he doesn’t even flinch.

“Keep it up, Riley,” you threaten, voice dry, “and I’m gonna lick your eyeballs. Unmask you and tongue your corneas. One by one. Slow. Wet. ”

You expect horror. Maybe act offended.

Instead—

He beams.

“Fffuckin’ hell.”

His hand twitches toward his crotch.

This sick bastard lighting up. Like you just proposed. Like you just whispered the filthiest fantasy known to man. His shoulders tensing. You can feel the arousal radiating off him like a dirty microwave.

You’ve never seen someone perk up at the threat of eyeball licking.

“…How thorough we talkin’?” he purrs under his mask, voice rough, low, and so horribly interested it should be illegal.

“What—”

“Go on then,” he murmurs, voice wrecked. “Do it. Lick ‘em. Left one’s sensitive. Right one’s for dessert.”

“You’re disgusting,” you hiss.

He leans in closer—breath hitching, a raw, frayed rasp sliding from behind the mask, voice barely human.

“Use tongue,” he breathes, soft . “Nice n’ slow.”

You throw another pillow at him so hard it knocks the lamp off the table.

He doesn’t even flinch.

Pupils blown wide.

Cock likely leaking beneath his jeans. Probably been hard since the moment you stirred awake.

He is pervertedly euphoric

This man has no boundaries. None. You threaten ocular assault and he’s ready to write his will and hand you the deed to his soul.

He calls it “foreplay.”

You call it “psychological warfare.”

Eventually you flop back onto the mattress, defeated. Curling up tight. Trying to sleep again, knowing full well he’s still staring.

Plotting.

Daydreaming.

Probably imagining if your eyeballs would taste like strawberries…

…or sin.

You shut your eyes tight just in case he decides to lick first.

[satoruan]

SNAPING AT THEIR KIDS — Jujutsu Kaisen

( CW ) f!reader, children, tantrums, lots of tears  

FEATURING: Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Choso Kamo 

Authors note: the way Choso’s son refuses to eat dinner when you all sit down, he just huffs and puffs and you eventually have to give in and buy him Taco Bell, so he doesn’t go to sleep on an empty stomach. And Gojo’s son knew what he was doing when he hit him hehe. 

☾GOJO SATORU 

“Daddy, I wanna go to the park.” His twins yell for what feels like the thousandth time today. Satoru whines, throwing his arm over his eyes when one of the twins points flashlights in his face. “I said no, Daddy doesn’t feel well today—we can play in your room, how about we build a fort?” Satoru answers again—just like he did the last time and the time before and the time before that. “No Daddy! Wanna go to ‘park!” His girl screams before his son hits him square in the dick with the flashlight. He jumps up, howling in pain. “I said not today!” He snaps and instantly regrets it when he hears the venom in his voice. How holds his throbbing dick before looking up and his babies. They both stare at him with frowns. His little girl looks about ready to start sobbing and his son looks like he wants to hit him with the flashlight again. “Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to yell,” He apologizes, flinching back when little tears slip out their eyes. “I’m sorry, I'm sorry, don’t cry. How ‘bout we go to the park okay? Daddy didn’t mean to yell, oh don’t cry, baby.” He whispers, reaching out with big hands to grab them and pull them into his lap. “Park?” “Yep, park.” They look at each other before breaking out in a scream. 

☾GETO SUGURU 

“Daddy?” His daughter pulls the end of his long hair. “I'm busy, baby.” He answers as he scrolls through his emails on his work computer. “Wanna see.” She whines, trying to climb onto her father’s lap. She just slides off, unable to pull her body weight up with small arms. “In a little bit, go play with Mommy baby,” he says, trying to convince his daughter who just huffs and holds her arms up to him. “I wanna work too!” She whines and Suguru grumbles before lifting her onto his lap. He sets her in the nook of her arm. She snuggles into Suguru's content for a few minutes. “My turn Daddy.” She stands up on his lap and reaches over to touch the computer. She fails, instead pushing the cup of water he had been slipping on. The cup tilts over and pours all over Suguru’s computer. “Dammit D/n!” He growls out and though he doesn't yell his deep voice is enough to cause his daughter to jump in fear. “Sorry, ’m sorry.” She cries, trying to crawl out of her father's lap. “Shit--It’s alright baby. Hey, it’s okay sweet girl.” “I didn’t mean to.” “I know. Let’s clean up our mess, okay?” He kisses his daughter's forehead and carries her to grab a towel. 

☾CHOSO KAMO 

“I don’t want your ugly food.” His son screams at him. “Well, you aren’t getting Fast food.” He mutters. “I want Taco Bell!” He screams, but Choso just ignores him and continues to stir the food. “I said I want Taco Bell!” He throws himself on the floor, kicking and rolling around Choso’s legs. Choso tries to ignore the temper tantrum his son is throwing but after several minutes it starts to get unbearable. Anything he says just goes in one ear and out the other. “No Fast food!” He eventually snaps. S/n immediately stops rolling on the floor when he hears his father yell. Choso turns the stove on low before walking over and crouching in front of his son. “Daddy doesn’t wanna yell baby, but you gotta understand that you can’t get Fast food every day. It’s not healthy for you alright?” He explains to his son. His son just glares up at him. Choso smiles back which prompts the little boy to grumble how stupid and ugly his father looks. When they eventually come to an understanding, he picks him up and lets him help him cook.  

☾NANAMI KENTO 

Nanami’s loud voice echoes through the living room, and you race to the living room in worry. Once you turn the corner you see your daughter looking at him with wide tear-filled eyes. She’s never seen this side of her dad; you can’t think of one time her dad raised his voice at her. “Kento? What’s going on?” You glare at him as your daughter comes running into you. You hold her little body to you. Kento stands there with a shocked expression on his face. He didn’t mean to snap at his little girl, he just had a bad day at the office and brought that attitude home. “Daddy’s mean.” Your daughter cries out, wrapping her small arms tighter around your legs. “Princess,” Kento whispers as he cautiously walks towards you two. “I didn’t mean to yell at you princess, I’m so sorry.” He chokes out, crouching down to her level. When she hears the familiar softness in her dad’s voice, she slowly peaks around you. Kento holds his arms open. She doesn’t hesitate and jumps into her father's arms. “s’ok I forgive you, Daddy.” She sniffles into his neck. Nanami squeezes her tightly, whispering out apologies on how he’ll never do it again. You can tell by the look in his eyes your daughter will be getting extra spoiled in the next few days.  

[shouyuus]

sfw; fluffy

thinking about sunday morning!kageyama in loose sweatpants and a big hoodie, still a bit groggy from sleep, pattering around the kitchen with his feet bare, humming when you come up behind him to wrap your arms around his waist, turning to glance at you over his shoulder with a lopsided smile even as the moka pot begins to bubble.

“morning… sorry, i didn’t wake you, did i?”

you shake your head, nuzzling into his back. his fingers lace through yours, loose over his stomach. his free hand pulls the moka pot from the stove, flicking off the stove in a fluid motion.

“no morning practice today?” you ask, shuffling behind him as he grabs two mugs and pours steaming coffee into both, the pair of you waddling over to the fridge for milk. he shakes his head, reaching around to maneuver you into his side instead, your arms still looped around his middle.

“no. i told you last night,” but there’s no admonition in his voice. you nod as he hands you your mug, blowing gently at the top before he lets you take it.

you make your way to the sofa, curl up on it with one leg tucked under you, kageyama settling in next to you, close enough for him to hook his chin over your shoulder and breathe you in.

you ask him how he slept, if he dreamt of anything. it’s light, aimless conversation, the kind you partake in when saying i love you no longer feels like enough, so you say it cloaked in other words instead — is the coffee too hot, or, what do you want for breakfast, or, i dreamt of you last night, or, yeah? what was it about, or, i don’t remember but it was nice, or, good… glad that i’m nice to you even in your dreams.

you giggle, leaning into his chest as he takes a long breath, his nose digging into the crook of your neck.

“you’re always nice to me,” you say, taking another sip of your coffee. his cup has long since been finished, sat on the coffee table where his face stares up at the pair of you from a spread of glossy magazine covers.

he groans when he sees you looking at them.

”do we have to keep them out?”

you grin, nodding, “yep. what else will i look at when you’re away and i miss you?”

“you could just call me.”

“i can’t when you’re practicing or when you’re playing games.”

“you can watch me when i’m playing games.”

”and for practices?”

he falls silent, and you by nature that he’s actually thinking about it — you laugh, shaking your head.

”i like them cause it’s another way for me to show you off.”

kageyama makes a noncommittal noise, lifting your cooling coffee out of your hands and setting the mug on the table next to his. he doesn’t say anything but you can tell he’s frowning. finally, he settles for —

“why? i’m already yours.”

you feel yourself flush hot with happiness, leaning back till your head is flopping back onto his shoulder and his lips graze the delicate skin of your neck. a shiver works through you as he tugs you back far enough to settle in his lap.

“you’re telling me you don’t have our picture set as your phone lockscreen just so you can brag to your teammates about me?” you ask, grinning as he sighs.

“no — that’s just for me, for when i…” his voice trails off as he realizes what he’s saying. “for when i miss you…”

you hum, letting your eyes fall closed. and for a while, the pair of you sit there, comfortable in each other’s presence, your bodies the pieces of a long-finished jigsaw, your curves and edges so used to being slotted together that there’s no room for hesitation, no space for doubt.

“c’mon, let’s make some breakfast,” you say, patting his hands, settled around your lower belly, twisting around to face him. you meet his eyes — liquid and ocean-dark.

he searches for gaze for a second, and you feel the familiar crest of warmth washing over your like a rising tide. his thumbs trace tender circles into the skin of your lower back, absent and grounding all at once. then, he tips forward to kiss you, brushing his lips to yours so gently it turns your bones to milk within you.

when he pulls away, there’s the shadow of a smile on his lips; his eyes are bright as a sunstruck sea.

”okay, what do you want to eat?”

[charlotteking27]

I would love to see a cat noir x reader were cat noir gets into some catnip and started acting like a love sick puppy who is determined to be as clingy as possible with reader

Chat Ate Catnip!?

Chat Noir x reader

Summary: Cat Noir gets into some catnip and start acting like a love sick puppy who is determined to be as clingy as possible with you.

It was night in Paris and here you were laying on the couch next to your boyfriend cuddling him. You were watching Princess and the Frog, best movie ever, the movie was in its final scenes in ending.

"Mon amour, are you all right"?, Chat said looking at your awkward position.

"Hmm..I just have to use the bathroom", you said continuing to squeeze your thighs together to stop the irritation.

"Just go Mon amour, why hold it", Chat smiled brightly also maneuvering to sit up like you.

"I can't, it's my favorite part of the movie", You eagerly said before you saw Chat roll his eyes and pause the movie.

"There, now go Mon amour", Chat said watching you quickly get up before running to the bathroom to do your business.

Suddenly you heard a crash in the kitchen before you quickly finished using the bathroom before running into the kitchen.

"What happened, Chat are you hurt"?, You said scared upon seeing the mess on the floor. Turning the corner you saw a bag of catnip on the floor but before you could pick it up, You felt someone jump on top of you.

"ARGHH, What the-, Chat...What are you doing?", You asked in pain before looking at Chat angrily.

"Why did you do that?", But instead of answering Chat only hugged you tighter refusing to let you go.

You found the source of the problem, Chat had eaten catnip which altered him to act so weird. You tried to create some space but Chat just chose to jump on your back, staying there.

"No, don't leaveee, please", Chat adorably replied pouting with his cute lovesick eyes, making it so hard to refuse.

You almost caved...Never mind you caved in, I mean how could you leave Chat all alone, especially in this state. So you were basically his cuddle pillow.

"Were gonna be together forever and ever right...", Chat said with his infamous sweet smile that melts your heart on how adorable he looks.

"Of course baby", You smiled before gently playing with his hair.

"Hmm, baby I'm gonna go get's some water, I will be right back", you said getting up only to be dragged back down with Chat cuddling your arm.

"NO, you are not going anywhere amour", Chat grinned before laying his head on your lap.

You gave up trying to leave Chat, from his body basically on top of you and how fussy he got when you tried to move just an inch.

"It said it should last an hour or maybe more", You google 'What to do if your cat ate some catnip'.

"Luckily its nothing serious, only the cat would get super clingy, great", You smiled at the purring kitty resting on your leg.

"You tired Baby" " you grinned gently rubbing behind chat ear.

Chat gave a sleepy nod, rubbing his face deeper into your leg and enjoying the massage.

"Do you want to go to bed or stay here", You said admiring the way Chat looked all sleepy.

"Here", Chat quietly mumbled to you.

"Why don't you de-transform so you can be comfortable", You suggested before Chat quickly mumbled out 'Plagg claws in'.

You stood up before laying Chat down on the couch, "Where are you going?", Chat tiredly said before opening his eyes glancing up at you.

"I am going to go feed Plagg and put him to bed then I will cuddle you", You sweetly smiled. Yep, Plagg and Adrien love to stay over all the time so you decide to buy a small bed for Plagg to sleep in and restock on all his favorite cheeses. As you went to leave, you could hear Adrien getting up before following you to the kitchen.

"Here Plagg some Camembert", you saw Plagg quickly stuff the cheese down his belly.

"That was the best Camembert, Yum", Plagg said burping then rubbing his belly satisfied then flying towards your room to go to bed.

You dragged Adrien back to the couch before taking some of his spare pajamas he had left over here, to change into.

Adrien quickly changed before taking your hand and laying on the couch with his hands around your waist as his face buried into your neck.

You slowly lifted the blanket onto the two of you before hearing the soft purrs of Adrien sleeping before doing the same.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hello! Just wanted to say I absolutely love your writing! A bit of a request for the batboys (Jason, Tim, Dick, and Damian), just something silly.

I recently saw a video of a girl saying her boyfriend's entire name as if he was in trouble only for her to tell him she loved him. It was funny to me at the time, it was also late at night lol.

Soo... How would the boys react to reader suddenly saying their full name out of the blue as if they were in trouble as a prank? 👀👀🤭

Dick is thinking to death about what he might done to earn you saying his full name, so much so the poor man was sweating bullets which each step he took in your direction

Did he miss an anniversary?

Date night?

Hayley’s vet appointment?

He wanted to know badly so that he could think up a way to make it up to you however you wanted. Steal his clothes because they smell like him, he didn’t care, he just didn’t like you using his full name.

So as he looked you deep in the eyes, mentally preparing for whatever left your mouth, only for you to relax your face and kiss his cheek much to his surprise.

‘I love you.’ You told him sweetly as you smiled at him.

‘What?’ Dick said.

‘I love you.’ You repeated, still smiling.

‘That’s…that’s all you’ve called my full, legal government name for, to tell me you love me?’ Dick asked as though he was waiting for a joke that was never going to come.

‘Yep.’ You said.

‘No catch.’

‘None.’

‘Can you stop calling me Richard now and go back to calling me baby, cutie, dickie bird or -preferable- handsome now?’ Dick again asks as he felt a weight lift off of his shoulders and was finally able to breathe again now that his questions could finally be laid to sleep.

You chuckled as you kissed his lip. ‘Sure, whatever you say, handsome.’

Damian is unfazed.

He’s use to his full name being used and he doesn’t exactly feel anything but annoyance that he has to leave the piece he has spent the better half of a week working on, just to answer your call.

Damian loved you without a doubt but he’s not exactly fond of whenever you try to follow along these tasteless ‘trends.’ Though he knows himself well enough to know that he would never stay upset or mad at you for long, you were his weak spot, his treasure forever and always even if this is the things they kept you entertained.

‘I know you’re not saying my full name for any particular reason my treasure.’ He told you rather plainly.

‘And how would you know there isn’t a reason I called for you?’ You replied, crossing your arms over your chest. Damian copied.

‘Because I have a good memory and I haven’t missed any important date, that’s not until next week, that and the fact that I can see the muscles in your face struggling to keep the smile at bay.’ Damian said as he pointed out your biggest sign that you were lying about something.

You always involuntarily smiled when telling a lie the title made it far easier for Damian to know that what you were saying was far from the truth. It was your Achilles heel and Damian knew how to use it to his advantage.

‘I’m not.’ You said, struggling to stop the smile.

‘You are and you’re doing a bad job at it my sweet.’ He replied as he was now the one cockily smiling, knowing he’s got you where he wants you that you couldn’t do anything but crack under his stare.

‘Fine you loser, I only called you in here to say I love you, there happy?’ You asked as you pouted.

Damian walked over to you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. ‘All you had to do is say my treasure.’ Was all he said as he spent the rest of the day with you and Titus.

Jason is immediately in front of you within a heartbeat.

He, much like dick, didn’t like it when you use his full name.

You’re his partner! USE THE CUTE NICKNAMES YOU CHOSE FOR HIM INSTEAD! Who’s this Jason Todd? He only responds to Jaybird, jay jay, or baby with the occasional sweetheart from time to time.

‘Chipmunk, can you please tell me want I did wrong?’ Jason asked as he walked into the kitchen where you called him from.

You furrowed your brows. ‘Wrong? I only called you in here to tell you I love you.’ You replied as Jason started at you for a bit before he pinched your side, making you squeal.

‘You’re a little shit, you know that sweetheart.’ Jason asked as he kept pinching your sides, making you giggle and squeal in his hold. ‘Had me all worked up and everything.’ He adds as he starts biting your neck playfully.

‘I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Have mercy!’ You cried, trying to push yourself away from Jason but it was proven nearly impossible when your man was a literal wall of muscle.

‘’All I can hear as the squeaks of a cheeky little mouse.’ Is all Jason said as he continued to tickle, pinch at your sides. He hates it when you call him his full name, it reminded him of lesser then ideal times, sure it sounded far sweeter and loved when it was coming from you rather than theirs, but he’d much rather you call him anything it his full name.

Tim knows what you’re up to the very moment you use his full name.

His detective brain kicks into hyperdrive and goes into the logical explanation as to why the sudden change.

You’ve never used it before, so why now did you use it unless you had seen a cute trend or something that you thought was hilarious on TikTok, or on another social media platform and wanted to try it out for the sake of following whatever was the thing to do.

That or you were genuinely mad and he should at least go talk to you in hopes of de escalating the situation, should it come to it.

‘I love you.’ You said.

‘You’ve said my full name, lured me out of my room, just to say I love you?’ Tim asked with a raised brow as though his heart wasn’t going nuts once again with how much your words easily affected him.

You paused for a brief moment before smiling. ‘Yeah sounds about right.’

Tim sighs but he couldn’t help but feel a smile creep up on his lips. ‘You’re ridiculous sometimes I swear.’ He says under his breath, ‘you almost had me second guessing myself there but I’m glad this is what you called me out for instead.’ He finished as he pressed his forehead against your own, feeling relaxed and clear minded once more.

‘You may say I’m ridiculous but you love it when I keep you on your toes, it’s like a brain exercise in a way.’ You cheekily told him as you kissed his cheek.

‘You call that a brain exercise?’ Tim said. ‘That was barely a brain activity but more like a brain fart if anything.’ He said as you pouted and smacked his bicep, causing him to smile.

‘We can’t all be smart asses like you drake.’ You said and Tim shrugged as he tugged you close.

‘True but you certainly are a pain in the ass.’ Tim replied, which only made you slap his bicep again as he chuckled and you bury your head into his neck.

[b1eedthefreak]

Can I Have a Bite?

Daryl Dixon x f!Reader

Summary: Reader can’t stop staring at Daryl and he finally asks why!

Warnings: Reader bites daryl… but she’s just doing what we’re (me) all thinking

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The scent of simmering vegetables and freshly cooked rabbit filled the air as you stood beside Carol, stirring the pot over the fire. The quiet rhythm of cooking was comforting, but your attention was far from the task at hand. Your gaze was locked onto something far more distracting. Daryl.

He had just returned from hunting, his sleeveless shirt clinging to his skin, damp with sweat. His crossbow hung off his shoulder as he made his way toward camp, his muscles flexing with each step. Those arms. Those damn arms.

You were so lost in watching the way his biceps flexed when he lifted his crossbow that you barely noticed Carol turning to look at you. It wasn’t until she let out a knowing chuckle that you snapped out of your trance.

“You’re burning the stew,” Carol said, clearly amused.

Your eyes widened, and you quickly looked down at the pot, stirring it with a little too much urgency. “No I’m not!”

Carol smirked, arms crossed over her chest. “Oh, please. You’ve been standing there with heart eyes for the past five minutes.”

“I have not!” you protested, even as warmth crept up your neck.

Carol only chuckled. “Mhm. That man walks in, and suddenly you forget how to function.” She shot you a look before glancing over at Daryl, who was now unloading his kill. “Not that I blame you. Those arms could do some damage.”

You groaned, covering your face. “Carol!”

She laughed, nudging you. “What? That’s your man. You should be staring.”

Before you could even think of a response, Daryl glanced up from his spot near the hunting gear. His brow furrowed slightly as he caught you staring.

Your eyes widened in panic, and you quickly looked down at the pot, stirring it so aggressively that a few drops of broth splashed over the side.

Carol was full on giggling now. “Smooth.”

Daryl, still looking confused, shook his head and went back to what he was doing.

Later that night, you and Daryl lay in your shared tent, tangled beneath a pile of blankets. The sounds of crickets filled the air, and the fire outside had long since burned down to glowing embers. Daryl’s breathing was slow, steady, and you could feel the warmth of his body pressed against yours.

You should’ve been exhausted, but you weren’t. Not when your mind was still stuck on those damn biceps.

Daryl shifted beside you, propping himself up on one elbow. His blue eyes flickered over you, still filled with sleep. “Alright, what was that about?”

You blinked innocently. “What was what about?”

He gave you a look. “Ya know what. Ya starin’ at me all weird earlier. Thought maybe I had somethin’ on my face.”

A grin slowly spread across your lips as you reached out, running your fingers over his bicep. “I was admiring these.”

Daryl blinked. “The hell?”

You giggled, poking his arm. “They’re just so big. I love them.”

Daryl scoffed, shaking his head. “Damn it girl what has gotten into you?”

Instead of answering, you leaned down and playfully bit his bicep.

Daryl jerked slightly, staring at you like you’d lost your mind. “Did—did you just bite me?”

You grinned up at him. “Yep.”

He let out an exaggerated sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. “You’re killing me.”

You only giggled, pressing a soft kiss to where you’d bitten him. “I can’t help it, Daryl. You’re just so… ugh.”

“Ugh?” He repeated, raising a brow.

“Ugh in a good way,” you clarified, snuggling closer.

Daryl shook his head, but his arm wrapped around you, pulling you against him. “Yer lucky I love ya.”

You smiled, pressing your face into his chest. “I know.”

After a few moments of comfortable silence, you poked his bicep again. “Daryl?”

He groaned. “Woman, if ya say one more thing about my arms—”

You giggled. “I was just gonna say… do you work out?”

He pulled the blanket over his head. “Goin’ to sleep.”

You bit your lip, barely containing your laughter as you wiggled closer, pressing another kiss to his arm. “Goodnight, big strong man.”

Daryl groaned dramatically but didn’t let go of you. If anything, he pulled you closer.

And you knew, without a doubt, that he loved every second of it.

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a/n does anyone else want to bite daryl or it just me… also i love carol sm i will be incorporating her into more of my daryl stuff because like she is daryl and readers #1 supporters

[neigepomme]

˙ ✩°˖ ✈️ cute guy next door / caleb x reader

synopsis; you're woken up by your new neighbor moving in loud as hell on a saturday morning, but upon seeing his face, maybe you aren't that mad anymore.

🍎 pomme's notes — pushing my mark lee caleb agenda and experimenting because i have not written a series in a while but i think caleb boy next door/uni crush? the greatest thing ever. LET ME HAVE HIM

⋆ 700 words / fluff / fem reader / uni au (no evol!) / 2nd person

it was saturday early morning when you were brutally woken up by loud steps coming from the apartment next door.

god, your head was ringing. you had two ethics finals yesterday, and you couldn't even rest because your manager needed you to come in for a late night shift. today was supposed to be a sleeping-in kind of day, waking up at 12 or something — but instead, here you were, forced to listen to the steps of several movers at 7am on a saturday.

rough weekend start.

draping yourself in a cozy hoodie, you head out to check out all this commotion and provide your new neighbor with some strongly worded opinions about making so much noise on a weekend. when you swing your door open, though, you're met with resistance and a groan.

great. you just hit your stupidly loud new neighbor in the face with your damn door.

“oh my god, are you okay?? i'm so sorry!”

hands outstretched in the direction of the tall brunette in front of you, he peers at you with quite possibly the most gorgeous eyes you've ever seen. he waves you off with a bright smile, his hand still rubbing his reddening nose.

“all good, don't worry. i wanted to say hi and apologize for the noise — i'm caleb, your new neighbor.”

and man, was caleb a hottie.

clad in a sleeveless tank top and black sweatpants, you had to hold yourself back from ogling the guy you desperately wanted to tell off this morning. sweat trickled down his muscled arms from carrying boxes into his new place, and what a delightful sight it was. in his hands was a small glass container, which he handed over to you, and before you can even ask what's in it, you're interrupted.

"braised chicken wings. as an apology for all the noise," he laughs (and what a cute laugh it was, you think), “my specialty. hopefully, you aren't allergic?”

“no, no allergies at all. thank you, caleb.”

his name rolled off your tongue so nicely. you really needed to get to know him soon. maybe he attended the same uni you did? leaning against your doorframe, you look into his eyes again, and you thought the "getting lost in one's eyes" pickup line was a gross exaggeration until you met him. it's as if a million sunsets took place within his irises, and the way they'd close a bit when he smiled? was this love at first sight? after introducing yourself to him, you ask the question (to which you pray the answer is yes).

“are you here to attend skyhaven university? this place is pretty close, that's why i chose it.”

caleb gives you a nod, his face lighting up when you mentioned it. 

“yeah, aerospace engineering major! i transferred from linkon uni. will i see you around?”

oh my god, he's cute, he knows how to cook, AND he's smart. yep, you were definitely going to get closer to him — even if it's just as friends. the sight of that face was going to help you not end it all when your philosophy professor assigned you a horrible team for your group projects.

“mhmm, i'm a humanities major. pretty sure the departments are pretty close by, so we'll definitely see each other around!”

while you two talked, the movers were getting close to finishing the job. they glanced at caleb and motioned for him to come check if anything was missing — your conversation had to be cut short. he turns to you before stepping away, and he ends up being the one asking the question lingering on the tip of your tongue.

“can i have your number, dear neighbor? since we'll be seeing each other a bunch in the next few months.”

and with your number on his phone, you return to your bed, a wide grin on your face, your day significantly better than how it started. caleb was about to be the highlight of your uni experience.

— secretly, caleb was also looking forward to seeing you around. a pretty girl as his neighbor instead of an old man, and you attended the same place? he'd have to 'run out of sugar' soon and knock on your door again.

🍎 pomme's final notes — think of this as an appetizer.. i need to figure out a plot soon but i needed to put this idea out in the world before i fell asleep and lost it LOL

[zyhkoo]

☆ I need a doctor, oh! batboys x medic!reader

fluff, gn!reader

they surprise you while you work

a/n: i was inspired by this one tiktok that says “my husband thought he could escape me so i made an appointment “ i thought it was so cute haha

Bruce Wayne

Breaktime, finally. You sighed and leaned into a chair in your personal break room. You loved your job as a medic, but the problem is it was just so tiring. You closed your eyes, your body relaxing to the comfortable silence around you.

Being a Vigilante by night and a doctor by day was a very tiring job.

Sleep was almost non-existent on work days, the most you got was three to six hours. You looked like an ill patient instead of a doctor at this point. But the hospital wasn’t busy today, so you went to the break room to relax.

Tap tap tap.

There was something tapping on the window, but you didn’t care to check whatever it was, so you continued to close your eyes.

Tap tap tap tap tap tap!

“…”

The tapping sounded more aggressive now, you groaned and turned your chair to the window.

“Oh my god..”

And there he was, in his signature bat suit and with that grim look on his face. You immediately walked up and opened the window. You helped Bruce sit on a chair as he tries not to fall on you.

He removed his helmet and there were a series of injuries and bruises on his poor face.

“What happened? I thought you didn’t have any patrols till later?” you frowned, your hands holding his face so you view him better.

He replied back with his gruff and clearly intimidating voice “Duty calls.” yeah of course.

You sighed, “Well.. you stay here okay? I’ll find something to patch you up, I’ll lock the door so no one sees you.” Bruce gently holds the hand that was touching his face.

“Thank you.”

Jason Todd

You had just finished patching up a patient in the emergency room, you wiped the sweat off your forehead and stretched. Today was a busy day, but it was normal. There are patients getting admitted left to right and your job was to tend to them.

“Um, doc..” one of the nurses approached you, you looked at her “Yes? What’s the matter?” you asked.

She fidgeted “Uh, we have a patient and he told us he specifically wanted to be treated by you..?”

Your brow raised “Me specifically? Do I know who they are?” you asked, your tone was skeptical.

The nurses led you to the room this mysterious patient was in. You opened the door to see Jason with his full suit on with injuries all over. As well as flowers on his left hand…

Your eyes widened as you immediately locked the door.

“Hi, Doc.” Jason greets casually “Jason why are you here? Hold on, let me take a look.” you said as you took a good look at his scars.

“Nearest safe house was 2 kilometers away and this was way near.” he replied, for a moment you blankly stared at the flowers on his hand. “What are these for?”

Jason looked at the flowers then at you “I thought I could give you a gift on the way.” he shrugs.

Dick Grayson

“Here's the next patient doc, they’re in your office.” the nurse gives you the details about your next patient. You smiled and took the folder “Thank you.”

You loved your job as a vet, you got along well with your sweet co-workers and you had this passion with animals.

As you read the document in your hands, you found all of this strangely familiar. You opened the door to the room and yep you're right.

There he was, with his signature goofy grin and the adorable dog in his arms.

“Hey Doc, looking good as always.” he slyly says, Haley barked clearly excited to see you as well. You scoffed, but you can’t help but smile as well.

You know for a fact Haley is definitely well, you and Dick had just strolled her around the park a day ago. You did the checkup anyway and nothing was wrong.

“She could use a vaccine, she needs her rabies shots.” Dick says, you put your stethoscope down and nodded. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” you said.

But Dick was not satisfied. “Hey, hey, hey, miss, vet, doc?” you stopped your tracks and turned to him “No kiss? What is this?” you sighed as you walked back to him and kissed him on the cheek.

“See you in a minute doc.” he grins, you said nothing and quickly walked away.

The nurses and staff snickered and teased you all day, you couldn’t do anything but flush at their attempts of teasing you.

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[clockwayswrites]

A Hill to Die On ch2 (mostly)

ch1(ish) this is a first draft, please no editing or concrit <3

This is most of Chapter 21, cutting out the smut. IT DOES SPICY🌶️⚠️: alludes to smut the night before and blatant talk leading into more.

Tim wasn’t in his own bed. He wasn’t in his Manner bed either. He was pretty sure it also wasn’t the spare bed at Jason’s or Kon’s bed. It wasn’t Stephanie’s or Bart’s or one of the Titan Tower beds. No, this was a stranger’s bed. That should worry him, Tim knew that, but the worry didn’t come.

Instead of worry, Tim felt calm, pleasantly satiated, and sore.

Tim knew why.

Caroline clung to him, like the heavy remnants of a dream. She was right there, pressing against the back of his mind and assuring him that this was all fine. More than fine even; she was quite pleased.

Grudgingly, Tim opened his eyes and blinked up at the nondescript ceiling. Trying to remember what had happened last night was like watching through low resolution clips of time. Things were rather clear at the start and became less clear as time went on. But he very much understood why he was sore and just how much Caroline had enjoyed himself.

Tim was sure he was blushing an embarrassing amount as he carefully sat and swung his legs over the edge of the side of the bed. Yep, sore. Right, well. Tim cleared his throat as if that would also clear up his embarrassment. How was he supposed to act after sleeping with a complete stranger?

“I thought I heard you awake, gorgeous,” the guy—Danny, his name was Danny—drawled from behind Tim. “I know it’s not the right sort of thing for you, but I put some lounge pants and a shirt in the bathroom for you if you want to shower. Pancakes will be up in about fifteen or so, but take your time.”

“Ah, thanks, that’s nice of you,” Tim said.

He waited until he heard Danny walk back off to wherever the kitchen was before he got up and slipped into the bathroom. All of Caroline’s clothing had been folded into a neat pile, other than the lacy underwear, which were washed and drying on the towel rack. Which was rather sweet.

Tim added the bra to the pile, stretching out the feeling of having worn that all night.

Figuring out how to get the shower turned on and hot was a puzzle, showers always were, but Tim managed it smoothly enough. Danny’s shower actually got decently hot too, and Tim took advantage of that to stand under the spray and just try to center himself.

Should he pretend to be Caroline?

Should he come clean?

He didn’t know what was best… or safest.

But Danny was safe. Tim hated that the certainty of that lingered in his mind, but it did. Caroline was convinced that Danny was safe, at least in these regards. He supposed she must have to lingered like this and still be at Danny’s place in the morning. Tim took a deep breath, breathing in the citrus scent of Danny’s shampoo he as using, and let it out slowly.

Okay, truth it was.

The shower had washed away the last of Caroline, which meant it was only Tim standing in the kitchen, trying not to fidget. He was better than fidgeting, he had been a Robin. But he really wanted to right then as he waited for Danny to turn from the stove.

Danny dished up some bacon onto a plate and turned the stove off before turning. “Turkey bacon,” Danny explained with a little raise of the plate before he set it on the little table which was rather full, “and we have scrambled eggs and, of course, pancakes. Take a seat and dig in.”

“That all sounds great.” Tim didn’t move.

Danny tilted his head with a little frown. “Is everything alright? If, ah, this is too much it’s okay if you just want to leave. I don’t usually… do one nightstands so if I’m breaking some sort of taboo with this I’m sorry.”

“No,” Tim said quickly, “it’s not you, it’s me. Wow, not like that. Sorry. I guess I’m just a little awkward about this. I don’t really do this either. Well, that’s not—I don’t do this. I’m sorry, I’m making an absolute mess of this. I guess, just, okay. I guess I should start by saying you should call me Lin. I’m not… exactly Caroline right now.”

He wasn’t ‘Lin’ either, but no matter what Caroline thought he wasn’t going to give Danny his real name. He was too recognizable for that.

Danny sat down slowly in the chair closest to him. “Are you… not Caroline right now because of how you’re dressed or because you’re not Caroline because you’re someone else now?”

“Oh,” Tim wiggled a handy. “Both but more of the second?”

“Okay,” Danny said, his tone careful in a way that made Tim tilt his head curiously. “Are you… freaked out by waking up somewhere different? Do we need to talk about… anything that happened last night?”

“Oh, oh no,” Tim replied quickly. “I’m mostly aware of what happens when I’m Caroline. Besides I was sort of… in between when I woke up this morning. We’re good.”

Danny shoulder’s slumped and he ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back. “Okay, good. I really didn’t want—because everything last night was very, enthusiastically consensual and—”

“We’re good, really,” Tim reassured Danny. It was actually pretty sweet how worked up Danny was about this. “Caroline didn’t do anything—okay, well she does it more freely than me, but, ah, let’s just say we’re in agreement about you.”

Danny looked surprised before a frankly adorable smile curled his lips. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, though maybe don’t get too smug about it,” Tim said with a little shrug and finally took a seat at the table. “I never said either of us had good taste.”

Danny’s surprised laughter was a nice sound. “Don’t worry, I know I’m not hot stuff. The attention is still flattering. I spent most of the night not sure how I ended up with Caroline in my bed.”

Tim rested his chin on his hand, watching Danny curiously. “Even though she’s not what she looks like?”

“Like I said last night, any combination of bits is a good combination.”

“That usually doesn’t mean… personalities,” Tim pointed out.

Danny just gave a little shrug. “Nope. But as long as I haven’t hurt her, or you, then I don’t mind this either. Is it different? Sure. And it has me curious about things, but I’m curious by nature.”

“Curiosity killed the cat,” Tim quipped.

“But boredom killed it quicker,” Danny replied, finishing the verse.

It was Tim’s turn to smile. “I can’t say I’ll want to or can answer everything, but you can feel free to ask a few questions.”

After a considering noise, Danny took a few bites of breakfast as he obviously thought about what to ask. “So since you know things that happened as Caroline, does that mean you have the same preferences about things?”

“Nope. Caroline’s go to drink is a martini. I like whiskey better,” Tim said, thinking to last night. “Or she likes eggs that are runny but I hate that.”

“Huh, okay. Does that keep going to more serious things too?”

Tim tilted his head and took a bite of the rolled up pancake he had just buttered. As far as morning after breakfasts went, this was pretty nice. “Serious like what?”

“Well, like, last night. Take… a blow job. How would Caroline like one?”

“She wouldn’t,” Tim said easily. “She might give one, but mostly to get someone worked up to fuck her.”

Danny chuckled, a low sound that made Tim want to lean in closer to where Danny lounged in the other chair. “Okay. So you know that pretty easily. But what about you? What about Lin?”

Tim tilted his head. “Lin, I mean I like blow jobs, yeah.”

At least he was pretty sure he did. He didn’t do this sort of thing much as him.

Danny smiled like he was amused. “Okay. And any preference? Leaning against a wall? Pressing me against a wall? In bed? Sitting on the couch. Right here in the kitchen with your legs thrown over my shoulders?”

Tim swallowed reflexively. If Tim was Alvin right then, he’d want Danny on his knees, back pressed against the wall while Alvin held his jaw open and fucked his face. But for Tim… “That last one, please.”

“Please as in now?” Danny asked.

“Yes, please,” Tim said, the words much more blatant begging than he had intended.

“Okay, sweetheart.” Danny drawled the pet name in a slow, easy way that reminded Tim of whipped honey. “But you gotta be good for me and let me hear you.”

-

[Smut goes here. Tim has a very good time.]

-

“No pressure, but here’s my number,” Danny said. He was holding out an actual slip of paper folded in half. He ducked his head a little. “You know, if you or Caroline or you and Caroline want to reach out.”

Tim took the slip of scrap paper, the back of some cut up sales sheet and tapped it against his fingers. “You’d want to hear from both of us?”

“Yes, of course! As long as that won’t cause any issues between you and Caroline. And, I mean, obviously I’d like a heads up who I was talking to,” he said with a shy, crooked smile.

It made Tim give a little laugh. “I bet, it would get real confusing otherwise. I can get another number for her and use it through an app. It keeps everything nice and separate for all of us.”

“Yeah? That sounds good,” Danny agreed. “And you’re sure you don’t want me to get you a cab or walk you to the station?”

“I’m sure. I’ll be fine. I’ve been running around Gotham my whole life.” Or close enough, anyways. “Besides, one of Caroline’s bracelets is a low level tazer.”

“Really? But to fit all of that in—sorry, off topic,” Danny said sheepishly. He leaned in and kissed Tim lightly on the edge of his lips. “Thank you for staying, and telling me who you were.”

“Thanks for being so great about,” Tim said. He stole a quick kiss himself before he slipped out the door. He was too tired for things to descend into another round of sex, not matter the position.

Just before he got outside Danny’s apartment building, he took the time to put Danny’s number in his phone and sent of a quick ‘and thank you for the pancakes’.

[periwinkle-amaranthine]

okay. so my mom tells me it's seasonal allergies. kinda fits in with the nose that has been running for weeks now.

dang. how did i not

sometimes i let the wind bring tears to my eyes and let them trickle solemnly down my cheeks as if i'm a dramatic little princess

[delreystars]

IM JUST HELPING OUT

pairing: bsf!jj maybank x fem!pogue!reader

synopsis: jj notices something when both of you were walking down the stairs, so he assumes he can do it too.

a/n- idk guys, its kinda- 'uhm?', but i thought of it and ran to my computer. set in season 1.

warnings: boob touching, jj being a dumbass perv, boobs, suggestive language.

it happened a lot. JJ would walk down the steps of the dock, public places and all with you, alot. and whenever he looked over, he saw you- cupping your boobs to prevent them from painfully bouncing- i mean, come on, its an instinct but it does things to jj.

the sun was reflecting off of your skin, the tanned and oily skin- from sunscreen, was practically glowing, and jj couldn't keep his damn eyes off of you. you were like a goddess in his eyes, and he enjoyed every single second of it.

" jj, eyes on the job." mr.heyward spoke from the dock. jj was helping out with the catering at the heywards- pope asked him too. he was supposed to be carrying plastic bags full of food up and down stairs, you were asked to do it too and you kindly accepted, you never ever disrespected adults unless they really deserved it. everyone knew that.

" jj come on, we got stair duty." you spoke, jj grabbed your hand and helped you down from the edge of the boat, like always. " alright, well- i'll carry the bags, you put the stuff away and you can..." he trailed off, realizing he had to watch you walk the stairs- watching your boo- " yeah, come on, we gotta bring the bags up" you said, walking beside his still figure before he mentally shook his head and walked with you towards the old, wooden stairs.

Pope is the only person that knows jj has a massive ass crush on you and has had one since the 5th grade when you both met, but over the years you've grown- puberty hit hard and he swore you formed into some sort of greek goddess- like said, earlier.

" so, whats goin' on with you today, j, your like- spacing out each fuckin' second" you said, turning the corner to walk up the stairs, jj tried, he tried not to look at your boobs, but it wasn't working- he wasn't being very subtle either, and it was not on purpose, though you didn't notice, your eyes were focused ahead instead.

" i'm fine..just didn't get enough sleep last night. " he said, his voice almost hoarse, which you side eyed him for. "seems like you didn't drink much water either, dude" that wasn't the reason. he knows its not. its because hes losing his stupid mind over his best friends boobs.

you left the conversation behind and walked up the stairs, on the 3rd step- instincts kicked in and your pushed your ringed fingers up to cup your clothes boobs. 'oh my god. she's doing it, i think i'm going to pass out- lord' jj thought but quickly looked away. jj's boots clicked with the floor, the back of your flip flop hit your heel as you both stepped onto the top of the staircase.

" alright, ill carry the bags back, j" you say, crossing your tan arms in front of your chest, as you both walked towards the destination of where heyward asked to drop off the groceries. jj nodded, clearing his throat- he just doesn't want his voice to be shaky next time he speaks.

jj placed the groceries onto the counter and you walked over to the small, mustard yellow crates. you bent over , jj turned around just as you did and he swallowed hardly. " a-alright, you ready", you picked up the 2 gray plastic grocery bags filled with food, nodding " yep, m'ready"

after both of you walked out towards those damn stairs again, he stood even closer. he had an idea. if you were carrying the bags, your hands would be occupied right?..she cant do her little trick, so, i am. he thought to himself, smiling as well. when you took the first step, he followed. second step. he twitched his finger. he had to do it- right? she'll appreciate..my help, yeah. help.

the third step, your face cringed at the slight pain, but you knew you had to deal with it, you had food in your hands. he cleared his throat and then reached his hand up and placed the palm of his hand in the middle of your chest, his fingers gently pushing into your boob.

" jj!' stop it.." your face flushed with confusion and embarrassment. he held back a bark of laughter, raising his hands in surrender as you both stood on the 5th step. "hey- your hands are full, gotta help my girl" he was honestly amused, he thought you'd appreciate it but your face was full blown red. you continued staring at him with the ' im gonna fucking kill you ' look.

" im just helpin' out"

[nakylvr]

— ESPRESSO

kim donghyun "leehan" x gn!reader

summary: the coffee shop you regularly go to has a new employee, a kind male your age who always seems to write your name wrong. too bad you'll never notice his attempts at talking to you, right?

warnings/tags: fluff, barista!leehan, barista!taesan mention, mild language, super short sorry

my first boynextdoor post!! requests are open for these lovely lads 🫶 i might do a pt 2 for this but for now this is it!

"y-yn?"

you hear your name, or, an attempt to say your name as you stand aside from the front counter waiting for your coffee. you walk up and grab your drink from the employee, turning it around to see another complete butchering of your name written on the cup. when you look at who's working the cashier, you see the same male you've seen the past few weeks. the one who has taken your exact same order these past few weeks, and still manages to spell your name wrong leaving his coworkers struggling to pronounce whatever he wrote.

he's cute, which is the first thing you noticed about him. his hair long enough to outline his perfect face, his brown eyes that looked like they were chocolate, the warm smile he always had on his face. god, why did this place have to get all the cute people as employees? he must be new too, judging by the way he keeps looking back at his coworkers to ask questions about the drinks and what sizes they come in. also by how nice he seems to be for the overwhelming holiday season for local coffee shops.

as you take a sip of the drink, you look at the time on your watch and realize you're running late. walking by the front counter, you go right by the male who hesitantly reaches his arm out to try and talk to you, but you don't notice as you walk out the door putting your phone to your ear.

"do you really think this is going to work?" taesan asks leehan, leaning against the counter.

"positive," leehan nods his head. "it just...may take some time."

"yeah, no shit," taesan rolls his eyes. "what are you even trying to get out of this? i'm the one actually making the drinks. you just take the orders and spell their name wrong every time."

"well," leehan starts. "they're cute, and i want to get to know them."

"so you think by writing their name wrong repeatedly will want them to talk to you and not get irritated by your incapacity to spell?" taesan raises an eyebrow at his friend.

leehan lets out a sigh, dragging his hands down his face. "i don't know! i'm trying, okay?!"

"terribly," taesan mutters. "maybe actually try to have a conversation with them. you never know what could happen." he shrugs lightly.

"yeah, i guess," leehan nods.

the next morning, you walked into the coffee shop looking like you got up five minutes prior. you got essentially no sleep the previous night, and were in desperate need for a strong coffee instead of your usual. you stop in front of the counter and a male walks up to it from behind it, the same one you'd seen the past few weeks.

"hi," he says with a smile. "you gonna get your-"

"i need a quad shot iced americano."

"oh!" leehan lets out in surprise at both you cutting him off and your tone. "not-not your usual?" he asks.

you shake your head. "not today, sorry."

"no! it's okay!" leehan quickly changes the order on his side and grabs a new cup, giving a look to taesan who was already pouring the original drink for you. "uh. uhm."

you raise an eyebrow at the confusion growing visible on the barista's face, clearly not knowing how to do something. "is everything okay?" you ask.

"yep!" leehan nods quickly, clearing his throat as he writes your name on the cup. "you're all set!" he smiles.

you blink a few times, staring at him confused. "you haven't charged me yet."

"don't worry about it!" leehan's smile stays on his face. "my treat," he says before he can think.

a blush forms on your face realizing you just got your drink for free, shyly nodding your head and pushing some of your hair out of your face. "well, thank you..." your voice trails off.

"donghyun," he answers, his smile growing bigger.

"thank you, donghyun. i really appreciate it," you say, smiling back at him.

"it's not a problem," he shakes his head, his hair flowing with him. "really."

"yn?"

sending a gentle smile leehan's way, you walk over to the other side and take your drink from the black-haired male you always saw with leehan. looking at the cup, your smile grows bigger at the sight of your name. walking back up to the front, you hold the cup up in front of leehan.

"finally got my name right, hm?" you say, smiling still. you turn the cup a little bit more, failing to notice leehan's eyes widening in fear as you see numbers scribbled on it, making you confused. looking over the numbers, you realize it's a phone number. slowly lowering the cup, your smile grows bigger as you look at the male in front of you. "and more, huh?"

"uhm," leehan lets out awkwardly, shifting on his feet. "i was hoping i would be able to talk to you more," he admits, a shy smile on his face. "but i didn't really know how to go about it."

it all clicked in your brain then. "so you were writing my name wrong on purpose?" you question, but the smile remains on your face.

"yeah," he nods.

"do you have a paper and pen?" you ask, leaving leehan looking at you confused.

"here," taesan pops out of nowhere, handing you a pen and pad from his apron pocket, nudging leehan lightly before walking in the back.

scribbling your number down on the paper, you tear the page off and hand it over to the male who's staring at you in bewilderment. "here! in case the marker wipes off the cup or one of my friends tosses it," you tell him.

taking the paper from you, leehan looks it over and his face instantly turns red realizing it's your number. "oh! gotcha!" he nods, shoving it in his pocket.

your phone dings, and you pull it out of your pocket to glance at it before putting it back away. "well, i gotta get going. but, it was really nice talking to you a bit, donghyun," you say, grabbing your drink.

"yeah, you too," leehan smiles. "i'll text you after my shift!"

smiling back at him, you open the door and wave. "i'll be waiting!"

as you walk out the door, the bell dinging as you leave, there's a dumb, lovesick smile on leehan's face as he leans against the counter. he glances around, seeing no customers in the store before pumping his fist up in the air. "hell yes!" he exclaims.

"you're a fucking idiot," taesan rolls his eyes, walking back up front.

"be quiet!"

[satoruan]

ONE LAST TIME — GETO SUGURU & GOJO SATORU

✧ ˒ — you’ve been invited to your old fuck buddy's wedding and the best man feels that the three of you have unfinished business.  

( TW ) Fem!reader. explicit content. porn with some feelings (not rlly but also rlly). reader is a slut. cheating. mentions of reader sleeping with other people. MFM. spit roasting. blow job. P -> V. unprotected sex. cream pie. face riding. fingering. squirting.  

word count - > 2.2k  

author note. the last time I’ll re upload this fic 😔 tumblr hates it for some reason!!

Satoru had been sending you winks and sly smirks throughout the night. He finally has the balls to text during the middle of the feast.  

Satoru: Enjoying the wedding?

you: Yep! Best wedding I’ve been to.

Satoru: So, you aren’t the slightest bit jealous?

you: Jealous? And why would I be? The only one jealous here is you because ‘Sugu is getting married before you’.

Satoru: Pchss I don’t want to be held down and forced to fuck one person for the rest of my life, wouldn’t you agree y/n?

you: Shut up, that was so long ago, you’re the only one who remembers or cares about that.

Satoru: I doubt that.

you: Doubt all you want Toru. Suguru and I are over It so let go. It’s been years.

Satoru: So, if I told you ‘Sugu invited you because he wanted one last night with you?

you: Shut up Toru, he’s married.

You cross your legs and look up, automatically spotting Satoru sitting at one of the tables up front, absorbed in his phone. You quickly look away and scan the room, where you find Geto. Your face heats up as you notice him staring at you intently, clearly ignoring his wife, who is trying to get his attention. Feeling flustered, you hurriedly lower your gaze back to your phone.

Satoru: I’m not lying! He even told me at his bachelor party that he misses the old days...

The old days when you spent your college years filled with their cum. You had a cock stuffed inside of you almost every day. The boys weren’t always available, so you had to get creative.   

Satoru: Meet me in the bathroom?’

you: Nope, I told you I’ve changed.

Satoru: Stop lying y/n.

you: I’m not!

Satoru: Then what were you doing with Nanami and his friends?  

You choke on your spit, how did he—you were going to kill Nanami the next time you saw him. You didn’t think anyone else had seen you leave the office that night. Fuck. Fuck. You were absolutely going to kill him. You glance back up and make eye contact with Satoru, who tilts his head and licks his lips. His white hair falls into his face. He looks so utterly fuckable.   

Satoru: You want me to beg? Tell you how much I missed your tight pussy and pouty lips?

‘Keep talking…’ You text. Fuck it. You missed Satoru too, it’s been years, and it wasn’t as if you parted on bad terms—you wouldn’t mind fucking him one more time. One last time, as a goodbye.  

Satoru: Miss your cute little moans and your tight ass and how your pretty little hands looked wrapped around my cock. I miss the cuddles after it. I miss everything, pretty girl.

you: One more time Satoru. This is the last time! 

Satoru: meet me at the family bathroom in 5 ;) 

—  

“Fuckin’ missed you.” Satoru groans into your mouth, throwing you onto the counter. You wrap your legs around his wide hips as he grabs your hair. “Toru, don’t fucking mess up my hair, what do you think they’ll say when I come out with a bird’s nest instead of my fancy wedding hair.”  

“Sorry, pretty girl,” he murmurs against your lips, moving his hands to your waist. You pull him closer to you. The familiarity of his hands and mouth on you makes you melt.

Satoru breaks away and sinks to his knees. He pushes your sheer lilac dress up above your ass and rolls his eyes back into his head.  

“Missed this pussy.” He inhales. Thumbing your clit above your white lace panties. You grab onto his hair and moan.   

“Toru—”  

“Shh—let me show you how much I’ve missed this pussy sweet girl,” He leans in to lick your damp panties. “Show me.”  

Desperate for an orgasm you obey, sliding the flimsy lace to the side and parting your slick pussy with two fingers. Satoru leans in immediately to lick you entirely.   

“Satoru!” You cry, the grip his hair tightening as he eats you like a starved man. You fall back onto the mirror and hump his face as he sucks your clit.  

“Gonna cum Toru! Don’t stop, please, please, don’t stop!” You slur, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he stuffs three thick fingers into your achy cunt. He curls them to hit your g-spot, the spot that he discovered existed long ago.   

“M’cumming!” You moan removing your hand from your pussy to grip the edges of the counter. Your pussy convulses around Satoru's fingers.  

“Not gonna stop ‘till you squirt for me,” He mumbles against your clit. “You can do it—good girl.” He goes back to sucking your clit. It doesn’t take long until you're squirting all over his face. Eyes squeezed shut and ears ringing, you don’t notice that someone walks into the large restroom because the man between your legs never locked the door.  

“Was I not invited to the party?” Suguru shoots the two of you.   

You pull yourself up, your legs swinging around Satoru's head.

“Sugu!” You squeak.  

Satoru tries to say something, but he’s trapped between your thighs.

“No, Sugu, we were just getting started. Isn’t that right, pretty?” He coughs, standing up with a soaked shirt and a glistening face. He grins at his Suguru.

He pulls his gaze away from his best friends and looks at you. You're staring at him with wide eyes, your legs tightly closed as if he’s never seen what’s between them before. He steps closer to you. “Is that right, y/n?” You suck in a breath and nod.

“Y-yes.”   

“Then why are you hiding that slutty pussy from me.”   

“You’re a taken man now ‘Sugu–”   

“And that's gonna stop you?”  

“Why don’t you go fuck your wife?” You snap, crossing your arms over your chest and returning your attention to Satoru. “Are we gonna finish this or what?”   

“Don’t look away from me, y/n,” Suguru says, crossing the space between you and grasping your chin. “She’s nothing like you—too traditional and stuck up. She doesn’t hold a candle to you.”  

“Yeah?” You blink up at him through wet lashes, your heart fluttering. You uncross your legs and slowly lift them to Suguru's thick hips.

“Nothing—no one compares,” he says as he draws your face closer to his.

“Do you promise?” you whisper shyly, your lips brushing against his.

“Promise,” he teases before catching your swollen lips. Your back arches, legs clinging to his suit-clad waist. His lips taste like watermelon-scented Chapstick—it must be his wife's. You bite his bottom lip and giggle at the thought.

“How long you got before your wifey comes lookin’ for you?” Satoru asks.  

“Not long, about ten minutes at most.” Suguru rolls his eyes, catching your lips again.   

“You gonna take me in the mouth and let ‘Sugu fuck your cunt, angel? Think you can get us off in ten minutes?”   

“Sith time to spare.” You smirk up at Satoru who smiles and starts to unbuckle his pants. His heavy cock jumps out, tip leaking precum.  

“Come here then, sweetheart.” Suguru pulls you off the counter and flips you towards Satoru. He pushes you down until you are folded at the waist. You grab onto Satoru’s thick thighs, his cock jumping on the side on your face. You look up at him and smile before turning slightly to peck his shaft.  

“Stop teasing—be a good girl and put it in your mouth before I mess up your ‘fancy weddin’ hair.’” He teases. You glare up at him—about tell him off, but as soon as you open your mouth Suguru shoves his thick cock into your wet pussy. You scream.  

“Shut her up ‘Toru!” Suguru spits out between groans. You clench so tight around him he tries not to cum prematurely.   

You move to take Satoru’s cock before he has a chance to fuck up your hair any more than he already has. His cock hits the back of your throat, and you thank the gods above you don’t have a gag reflex. You start to bob your head down his stiff cock, careful not to nick him with your teeth.  

Suguru starts to thrust in and out, hands gripping your hips so tight you know your hips will be bruised for the next week.  

“So fuckin’ tight,” Suguru grunts throwing his head back. “Tightest cunt I‘ve ever fucked.”  

You moan around Satoru’s cock.   “Missed this warm mouth.” Satoru moans, thrusting his hips into your face. Suguru follows his lead.

“You miss havin’ two cocks in you, oh wait, you still get fucked like this weekly by—fuck—by Nanami’s entire office floor.” Mouth full of cock, you don’t even attempt to defend yourself, it’s true anyways.  

“We’re still you're favorites or did you forget about us after college, hm? So many cocks you forgot about the first two.” Suguru slams you down the entire length of his cock, so hard Satoru’s cock falls out your mouth. Satoru grips your jaw, ignoring the spit and precum that falls onto his hands.  

“Is that true pretty, you forgot about the men who taught you how to take cock?”  

“N-no,” you moan out, Suguru's cock filling you up so good you hardly remember how to breath.   

“Never f-forget you guys, never ever.” You promise.  

“Then prove it, suck my cock just how I taught you.”

You shudder in pleasure before shamelessly grabbing ‘Toru’s cock and shoving it back in your mouth, determined to get him off. You bounce your head up and down his shaft, licking and sucking the tip, just like he taught you.   

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum.” ‘Toru grits out, forgoing the rule about touching your hair. He holds your head to his pelvis thrusting into your mouth so hard you start to get lightheaded, pair that with Suguru's thick cock pushing against your pelvis, and you’re surprised you haven't passed out.  

“M’cummin, f-fuck m’ gonna cum” Satoru groans shooting thick ropes into your throat. You swallow down every sip, eyes rolling to the back of your head when Suguru’s thrusts turn sloppy.

“C-Cum in my pussy ‘Sugu!” You cry against Satoru’s softening cock.  

“What was that Sweetheart?” Suguru pulls you put by the scruff of your neck. “What did you say?”  

“S-said cum in me, please!” You cry, your hands reaching for the hand around your neck.  

“M’gonna cum deep inside in you Sweetheart, gonna cum so deep you’ll e scooping it out for days,” Your pussy clenches at the thought. “You wan’ that, hm? You want my cum?”   

“Please, please, please!” You beg.  

“Take it then—” He slams into your ass, cumming deep inside your pussy causing you to orgasm at the feeling of being filled to the brim.  

“Fuck that felt amazing.” Suguru mumbles into your now fucked up hair. At that thought you open your eyes and glare at Satoru.  

“What?” He questions, stuffing himself back into his pants.  

“You messed up my hair.” You grumble. Suguru laughs behind you, gently slipping his now soft cock out of you. You clench your cum-filled pussy while Suguru situates your thong back in place, he pats your pussy. You’re suddenly hit with a pang of nostalgia and the old routine. Memories of the three of you coming to the forefront of your mind. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss this. Somedays all you think about is how you wish you could just go back to the days when you fucked the boys like a bunny in heat. The days when you laid on Suguru’s chest after long days and thought about what your life would be like if you settled down with him. You’d give anything to go back.  

“Suguru, you in here?”  

“Shit!”  

—  

“Is she okay?” Suguru’s wife frowns, looking at you slumped over the toilet.  

“She's just drunk, she always acts like this around alcohol and can't help herself when it comes to taking as many shots as she can get her hands on.” Satoru smirks, and you roll your eyes beneath your arm

“Why’s your shirt wet?”   

“She let loose and threw up all over me, had to get creative.”   

“C'mon babe, let's get back to the party, Satoru will help clean her up.” Suguru puts his hand on his wife’s back gently guiding her out of the restroom.  

“Okay, be quick Satoru, we're about to do another round of speeches, the crowd loves you.”