#you run around the pale heart and bumped into him or something

[kaiserouo]

moderately sized ghost

[gallaghersgal]

first misses || carmen berzatto

pairing: carmy x fem!reader

warnings & tags: no warnings! fluff, fluff, and more fluff. first kiss scenario. giving carmen the sweet innocent childhood moments he deserves. growing apart but finding each other again <33

a/n: thank u to worm for the idea, and to the tumblr baddie collective for cheering me on! my first FULL length carmy fic, and my first work over 1k in ... actual years i think.

wc: 1.3k

Carmen never liked wearing glasses. they fogged up too often, or slipped down the bridge of his nose. and one time, when he was eleven years old, they just about ruined his life.

You were the prettiest girl in the fifth grade, a Chicago transplant, and the apple of every little boy's eye. But you only had eyes for one Carmen Berzatto. The day you made him hold your hand to cross the street on the field trip to the art museum, he knew he couldn't let summer roll around without telling you how he felt. But Mikey teased him, and Sugar tried her best but her advice sounded too motherly, so Carmen was left to plot for himself.

He still remembers that day, the last day of fifth grade. The pretty gingham dress with the little bow you wore—your Dorothy dress, as you called it—and your hair tied up to play field games with the other kids waiting at pickup. He had tugged you behind the bleachers with nervous, sweaty palms, thankful that you didn't notice or at the very least held back any comments.

"I wanna kiss you," he blurted out, cheeks turning pink at the admission. "C-Can i kiss you?"

You looked down at your feet for a minute, tennis shoe toe digging into the gravel, before you looked up at him. "Um, sure!" you grinned shyly, and Carmen felt like his world was skidding to a halt right then and there. "I've never kissed anyone before. like, on the lips?"

"I-I h-haven't either," he stammered, his face going pale with nerves. His hands began to shake when you stepped up closer.

"That's okay, I think it's easy."

You held out your hand until Carmen took it, then closed your eyes to lean in. He couldn't help but stare curiously, and the moment unfolded before his eyes. Before you could kiss him, your brow ran right into the wireframe of his glasses. You pulled back, a little startled, one eyebrow raised.

"Sorry, 'm s-sorry," he said nervously, watching as you scrunch your nose in concentration. Before he knew what was happening you'd leaned in again. Your lips barely brushed his, those stupid glasses still in the way, but it was a kiss. It counted.

You pulled back with a wide grin, "there! Now we had our first kiss!"

Carmen wanted to say something, he really did. Maybe ask to sign your yearbook, or if you’d want to come see a movie with him, but the teacher was calling your name. You had to leave. You had to leave, and Carmen didn't know if he'd see you at all, for the whole summer. His little heart ached at the thought of not seeing your smile. Not hearing your laugh. Missing the way you always smelled like strawberries and vanilla from your little hand sanitizer, the one he always asked to borrow after recess.

But at that moment you were standing in front of him, with that same pretty grin, and throwing your arms around him for a quick hug. You turned to leave, then turned back, just to surprise him with a sweet kiss to his cheek. "Bye Carmy! Have a good summer!" you said, before running off.

And Carmen just stood there, awestruck.

Sure, he saw you again the next year, but a lot happened that summer. The transition to middle school was a big one, you weren't in any classes together, and year by year the two of you grew apart until Carmen was halfway across the country and you were nothing but a memory.

He didn't see you again until, god, at least thirteen years later. He wasn't sure how long it had been. He wasn't even sure how he'd managed to bump into you. But a few hours and a coffee later you'd given him your number. And that night you'd texted him; would you wanna go out, like on a date? i couldn't bring myself to ask you face to face. but i think it would be nice. just lmk :)

And it was nice. you wore a dress that looked amazing against your skin, and he got to finally tell you how pretty you were, after all the years of silence. After the days spent sketching you in the margins of his notebooks, peering at you from across the cafeteria, and showing up to football games just to get a glimpse of you with your friends. You looked beautiful as ever, and he made sure to tell you. 

“Y’know, I always thought you were so pretty” he mumbled, sounding reverent as he stood outside your apartment door. Your back was against your door, hands not even bothering with pushing it open. 

“That’s really sweet, Carmy,” you whispered. One hand raised up to touch his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin under your fingertips. His cheeks were tinted a soft pink, that same lovely color you’d see when you were young. The one you’d crack jokes, give lingering glances, and throw compliments his way just to see. 

Carmen’s eyes fluttered closed, like he was committing your image to memory. Maybe he was. 

“Do you remember the last day of fifth grade?” you asked cautiously, waiting for him to open his eyes before continuing. “When we kissed under the bleachers?” His embarrassment was written across his face, cheeks flushed and eyes cast down to the floor. You took one curl by the side of his face around your finger, twirled it into a perfect little spiral just to let it go again. Patiently, you waited for him to speak.

“Y-Yeah, yeah. I remember,” he replied with a quiet laugh. “I went home and begged my mom not to make me wear glasses anymore. As if she could’ve done anything about my shitty eyesight,” he added with a scoff.

“Hm. Well, I mean, I guess it worked. You got contacts, yeah? Or are you just blind as a bat?” you asked, and brought your eyes up to meet his own. “Do you wanna try again?” You tacked the last sentence on, almost like an afterthought, afraid if you took too much time to think on it you’d chicken out entirely. 

Carmen grinned, and you swore it was one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen. Not the tight lipped smile he often wore in photos, no, this was all teeth and sparkling eyes and joy. Like the kid under the bleachers all those years ago. 

“Bats, uhm, they- they aren’t,” he stammered, his hands shaking as they held on to your hips. “Common mistake, see, they’ve actually got-”

“Carmen,” you interrupted softly. He only hummed in response, a soft affirmative noise that let you know he wanted this too. As if the way he looked at you could’ve been interpreted any other way. “Just kiss me.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. His lips were soft–if not a little chapped, but you didn’t mind–when they finally brushed yours, this time with no pesky glasses in the way. One of his hands moved up to the back of your neck, cradling you there.

To call the moment bliss would’ve been an understatement. 

When Carmen finally pulled away from you his eyes remained closed, soaking up the moment, afraid he’d look again to find it was all a dream. A dream he’d had over and over, each night as he drifted off. The sweet girl he’d once known, finally in his arms again.

When his blue eyes finally made their reappearance you were staring at him, analyzing his expression as one finger twirled around that same little curl. “You should come inside,” you told him, and he winced slightly. 

“I-I, don’t wanna fuck it up. Don't wanna rush... this,” he admitted breathlessly, to which you shook your head.

“Nothing like that. Just, don’t wanna stop talking to you,” you explained, showing your intentions were to take this slow. To learn him again, or, was it for the first time? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was his smile, as he nodded and followed you inside.

end.

main masterlist || carmy masterlist

[shun-ie]

₍⁠₍⁠ ⁠◝ look of jealousy

content : amab!reader, jealous!mafuyu, slight teasing, hickeys, biting, eating out, short rim job, unintentional orgasm denial, lmk if i missed any

[not proofread]

m.list !

the crowd screams as l/n y/n walks by the barrier that separated him from the fans. he poses for some cameras, holds some of the hands that were reaching out, and even letting them press half-heart hands on his cheeks. some of his band mates did the same in other areas.

he walks by his boyfriend, sato mafuyu and his group of friends. he smiles brightly and reaches over the barrier and pinches his cheeks, muttering a 'cute' before stepping away and continuing with his interactions.

mafuyu blushes lightly and smiles, watching y/n share a fist bump with the bassist and ascend up the stairs with the rest of the band. the drummer raises the mic to his lips while the others get into position, adjusting their instruments.

"this is dedicated to our dear fans . . ."

mafuyu's focus on his boyfriend drones out anything the drummer said. y/n catches a plushie that resembles a cute puppy and kisses it on the head before throwing it backstage toward a staff member, who caught it and placed it with other gifts from their fans.

l/n y/n is the band's guitarist and vocalist. mafuyu and him bumped into each other many times, before he sparked a one-sided conversation with the salmon haired fellow. their friendship started when mafuyu started responding to him.

a steady beat of drumming started, then sped up into a more complex one. the piano, electric guitar, and bass accompanied the beats, mixing into a more full rhythm.

mafuyu's eyes drift towards his boyfriend's fingers, fiddling and strumming at the strings skillfully before they ended up on his lips, mouthing words that went over his head.

uenoyama chuckles, seeing mafuyu stare at y/n so intensely, "easy there, you'll see him after this." he pats the shorter man's shoulder. "no need to stare so hard."

a blush blooms on mafuyu's cheeks as he averts his wandering eyes. "i'm not staring . . ." he quietly denies, returning his gaze on his laughing boyfriend, jumping up and down on stage. "i'm just admiring."

his friend shrugs and starts a conversation with kaji and nakayama. mafuyu takes his eyes off of y/n once, taking his phone out and typing out a message to send to said man, completely missing a moment that would go viral later on.

"i missed you so much," y/n mumbles into mafuyu's neck, hugging him tightly. "you so cute in my brown sweater," he pecks his cheek lovingly and pats his head softly.

mafuyu leans into the touch and buries his face deeper into y/n's hoodie. he mutters something inaudible, tightening his arms around his boyfriend, who tilted his head to the side in question.

"what's wrong bun?" y/n tries to pull away, only for mafuyu to press against him harder. he laughs it off and runs a hand down his back, feeling his spine under brown sweater. "you're so cute, it makes me want to bite you."

another muffled response leaves mafuyu, making y/n forcefully pull his boyfriend away. "what did you say just now?"

mafuyu tries to close their distance, prompting y/n to back up. the salmon haired male whines, trying to get closer. "no, what did you say bub?"

mafuyu huffs, mumbling under his breath. y/n leans in closer, straining his ears to hear what his boyfriend was saying. "what?"

"then bite me," mafuyu loudly proclaims. he clamps a hand over his mouth in shock. y/n blinks, huffing a laugh.

"is that what you really want?" he asks, bringing the flush male towards his chest, embracing him and swaying side to side. "you don't have to be embarrassed about it "

mafuyu plants his face in y/n's neck, bringing him down by the neck. "it is embarrassing . . ."

pants fill the living room as the t.v drones in the background. mafuyu sits prettily on y/n's lap as said male kisses up and down his pale neck. his flesh is decorated in saliva, red spots, and teeth marks.

mafuyu struggles to keep his eyes on his phone, his lids lulling shut from the tickles of pleasure on his sensitive neck. just as he was about to succumb into the teasing, his phone dings.

uenoyama :

your boyfriend's viral man @mafuyu

uenoyama :

[link]

kaji :

lmao you only saw that now?

kaji :

it's been all over the internet since the concert

mafuyu : what are you guys talking about?

mafuyu bites down on his lip as he clicks on the link his friend sent. the screen loads and a shun-gram (pfft-) reel pops up. in the video, y/n walks into screen, yelling into the mic. he then catches the eye of the original poster and looks them up and down with a smirk, as if checking them out, before walking away. the caption says, 'OML I SWEAR HE WAS ABOUT TO JUMP ME!'

he reads the caption and watches the reel over and over, a frown pulling down on his features. y/n notices his demeanor and slips his hands under mafuyu's sweater, tracing light circles around his flat tummy, "bubs, what's wrong?"

mafuyu simply gives him a view of his phone, a familiar emotion boiling in his body. he felt it twice before. once in a date, the second when they went to buy something from the convenience store.

y/n lightly chuckles, observing mafuyu's face after watching the reel. he lightly pecks his lips. "are you jealous?"

a pout forms on mafuyu's lips, he turns away and puts his phone on the coffee table. he feels y/n kiss his nape before laughing. "it's not funny."

"it kinda is. i wasn't looking at them," y/n grabs hold of mafuyu's chin and turns his head softly to look at him. "i was looking at you."

mafuyu turns pink and stands up. embarrassment fills him as he recalls the moment exactly. when he was typing out a message, he caught a glimpse of y/n's face. how could he forget such a teasing look. a look reserved only for him. he stares at a cackling y/n. "stop laughing."

y/n wipes a tear away and leans into mafuyu's stomach. he lays his cheek on the softness and wraps his arms around his boyfriend's hips. "you're so cute when you're jealous."

the t.v. hums them into a comforting atmosphere, the pitter patter of the rain against the windows brought a sense of nostalgia to their first date in the same exact living room. a movie marathon and sleep over.

mafuyu runs his fingers through y/n's hair, the pink in his cheeks slightly disappearing. "it's not cute . . . it feels bad to feel jealous about something like this. it's fan service."

"but that kind of fan service is only for you. i wouldn't go as far as checking someone out when you're right here. perfect for me," y/n says with a small smile. his words were genuine, they always were. mafuyu eased up and returned his smile.

y/n stuffs his face into his boyfriend's tummy and the latter yelps, flinching from the slight pain that bloomed in his lower abdominal region. "babe?" he rakes his fingers through y/n's hair, "that hurt."

"'m sorry," y/n mumbles out, looking up through his lashes. "you're just too cute, makes me want to eat you."

mafuyu pushes y/n off of him and snickers. he shakes his head and grabs his phone, going on the food delivery app. "well, i'm hungry. i'm craving pizza and milkshake."

y/n sighs, laying on the couch limply, "i'll eat whatever you want bub. just make sure it's chocolate milkshake." mafuyu nods, placing in their order. he puts his phone back down on the coffee table and sits beside his boyfriend's legs.

a few seconds of silence went by before y/n spoke again, "can i eat you out while we wait?"

"hng . . ." mafuyu lets out, hugging a pillow to his bare chest, staring up at the ceiling. y/n hums away, pressing his tongue against mafuyu's rim, licking and kissing, coating it with his saliva.

the salmon haired male fists at the pillow, flinching from the growing pleasure that shot up his body, leaving his mind in a hazy state.

y/n feels a hand pull him closer by the hair, his head being squashed in between milky thighs. he hears a muffled, 'm-more please'.

his hands squeezed at the flesh of mafuyu's thighs, leaving red handprints as he lapped at his puckered hole, tracing it with the tip of his tongue, before pressing his muscle flat against it and dragging it in long strips.

he could feel mafuyu's thighs shaking, closing him in more. he could feel his sweatpants constricting his aching member. he could hear every sound of music that left his boyfriend's tainted lips mixing with the series of sounds from the t.v they were supposed to be watching.

everything in the living room turned hot.

mafuyu didn't know what to grab as he let out a cry, his back arching off the couch. y/n slowly worked his tongue past the ring of muscle, feeling the spongy and hot walls.

whimpers entered y/n's ears like a favorite song on repeat, accompanied by occasional moans and words of want. he caressed mafuyu's thighs, comforting him and holding him throughout everything.

mafuyu protests as y/n pulled away, the pleasure he felt all falling into an endless abyss. "why . . ." he catches his breath momentarily and continues, "why did you stop?" his tone edging into a whine.

y/n huffs a laugh, crawling up in between his thighs and stealing a sweet kiss from him. "you didn't hear the doorbell?" he gets up after leaving a peck on mafuyu's cheek, adjusting his sweatpants, showcasing his boner. "as much as i want to keep going, our food awaits right outside the door."

mafuyu pouts to himself, watching as y/n beelined for the front door, cursing under his breath about his boner that doesn't want to calm down.

he hears the door being unlocked and opened, the small exchange of words before y/n came back with two boxes of pizza and their drinks.

y/n puts their food down on the coffee table and laughs at his boyfriend's expression. slowly, he kneels down in front of mafuyu's face and litters it with kisses, ending the attack with a long kiss on the lips that had mafuyu pulling him in more.

"i'll fuck you until tomorrow to make it up to you . . ." y/n offered, gazing at his boyfriend.

[banj0possum]

Eat Your Heart Out

Yandere!Zombie Horde x Male Reader

Cw: Apocalyptic world, mention of death, poly relationship

A terato request by @xweirdo101x, hope you like it! (*´∀`*)/

Edit!! Nsfw content removed!! Apologies stinkers

💀 You don't remember the last time 'normal' was the norm in your life. Bustling streets became barren and gigantic cities were nothing but ruins and hot spots for survivors or whatever monsters ruled the surface now. Ever since the start of the virus outbreak, the world fell apart into something out of an apocalypse movie, where the only rule was survived and pray the infected doesn't find you.

💀 You could remember however, how this all started. not only was it because of a virus, but it was man-made. It was supposed to be humanity's saving grace, a way to cure all ailments and boost the abilities of whoever took it, but it turned out to be a horrific world-destroying disease that ruined the mind of everything it infected. Humans, animals, plants, almost everything mutated into mindless, bloodthirsty monsters.

💀 You winced at the memories of seeing the news on tv, the sight of people running and screaming from infected, their snarls echoing in your mind as the memory of seeing your friends die in front of you one by one flashed in your mind. You groan, knowing how hopeless it was in this world, but your will to live was too strong.

💀 Living in the ruins at was your town isn't so hard, there was always food to scavenge for in the old mall which you lived in, and you were the only one left to your knowledge so there was no competition for supplies.

💀 Although there was a tiny problem...

💀 A small horde of zombies decided to take residence in the mall as well. Unlike their movie counterparts, they weren't heaps of rotting flesh but pale-looking creatures that looked like they didn't eat in days, albeit with bits of their flesh missing but nothing too gross. They still moaned and groaned but at least they didn't smell from a mile away. At first you were very weary of them, but after a certain encounter, you found out they never seemed to be interested in attacking you.

💀 They were surprisingly docile, only getting aggressive at other monsters that wandered in the mall.

💀 You didn't know the virus mutated once again, allowing certain infected to regain a bit of their consciousness.

💀 The horde met each other through wandering aimlessly before bumping into one another, they formed somewhat of a pack or group of sorts, knowing they were all different from the rest of the monsters that infested the world.

💀 You noticed the horde would be around wherever you went, the food court, the arcade, the cinema, it was like they were following you.

💀 Although they never tried to eat you at first sight, you still didn't want a fight with an entire horde, so you avoided them whenever, much to their dismay.

💀 You would then see one of two of them follow you around. You'd be spooked for a bit before realizing they would copy anything you did. You jumped and yelped and the zombie following you would do the same.

💀 The zombie would coo and purr at you, sniffing at the air like a lost pup. You hesitantly put down your weapon and walk closer to him. You get out a soft 'hello' and the zombie gurgles out a 'hi' back, making you utterly astonished, taken aback by the zombie's intelligence.

💀 Ever since then you would study the horde and their behaviors. They all had different personalities which intrigued you further. You decided to give them names as you couldn't just call them 'zombies' all the time.

💀 One with the flesh from his right arm missing was named 'Screw' because of his tendency to collect shiny bits and bobs from the ground of broken objects. He was shy but loved to show you the things he's collected.

💀 Another had parts of his ribs showing, but surprisingly nothing inside was named 'Ribs' as he fiddled with his most of the time. He was curious and a bit hyper, always wandering the most and the fastest among them.

💀 One, which was probably the smartest, had only one eye, which he could move from one socket to the other by tilting his head was 'Soda' because he had the quirk of copying you eating or drinking. One time he copied you drinking a bottle of soda pop and he gurgled in happiness over the fizzy taste. He knew what certain things were if you told him and he recognized objects in pictures like dogs or planes, things you haven't seen since the first wave.

💀 The last and most likely the leader was named 'Bo' as he had a dog tag on him, probably from serving the military when he was human. Despite his stomach being missing he was weirdly strong, always protecting the rest of the horde when there were monsters that were more aggressive than most.

💀 You and the horde quickly grew a bond, sometimes they even found food for you or protected you from danger or even other zombies. You never knew what drove them to be so protective, but you were happy you didn't have to live alone anymore.

💀 You noticed the horde being more affectionate, being found wandering closer and closer to where you usually stayed. You figured it was because they were so close to you until one managed to make its way into the boarded-up store you lived in.

💀 It was Screw looking through your clothes, sniffing and rummaging your shirts and underwear, you remember they relied on smell a lot and assumed he wanted to look for you and followed your scent into your home.

💀 Unbeknownst to you, they were absolutely in love with you. They came to the mall for refuge and found something much better, a lovely little mate to call theirs, one soft and squishy and warm and very very tough, something that is important when surviving in the wastelands. The times where you would touch them whether it was a light brush on their hands or pats on their shoulders of heads were the best. Your warm body making contact with their cold, dead ones.

💀 The horde had enough of you hiding and running away from them all the time, playing a teasing game of cat and mouse with them, they wanted to take care of you don't you see? They won't hurt you! You're their little mate!

💀 Bo sent Screw to track you as he was always the one to follow you around back when they first came to the mall. He followed your scent to a small hole that was hidden behind a dumpster. He crawled inside and was hit with the most powerful smell of your sweet scent he could ever encounter. He coos, knowing he found your little nest.

💀 The others were standing by the dumpster, waiting for a signal from Screw that the area inside was safe for them to enter. Meanwhile you were trying your best to shoo Screw out, scared that he might hurt himself with all the delicate objects and weapons you kept in your home.

💀 Ribs heard your voice and gurgled happily, quickly crawling inside, Bo and Soda going in after him.

💀 You finally got a purring Screw in your hands as you spot the others entering your home through one of the entrances you made. You feel your eye twitch as you try to process what was going on.

💀 Screw was happily cooing in your arms as Soda limps over to you smiling and chittering, his hands on your arms as Bo curtly moves closer to you like a guilty puppy.

💀 You then notice you didn't see Ribs and you turn around as you're tackle-hugged to the ground by the zombie along with Screw, the two of them cuddling and rubbing themselves on you as you try to wriggle out of their hug.

💀 Soda leans down beside you three as Bo does the same, the four undead men now cooing and purring all over you.

💀 Now you don't really have to leave your little home as they would always keep you gently nestled in the bundle of blankets and soft things they found around the mall. They would take turns with whoever would stay by your side for the day as the rest wandered around in search of food or trinkets to bring back to you and maybe a survivor or two for a little snack.

💀 All in all, they can't get enough of you, and you can't help being stuck with a zombie cuddling you 24/7

i didnt mean to write them so asfjnakfeqkgkaeg they are such little meow meows i cant-

[osachiyo]

↻ note ➳ dazai x fem!reader ︱ nsfw + fluff, lowercase, soft sex, unprotected sex (b safe y'all), creampie, pet names, reader reassures dazai etc (mdni) not proofread so be nice pls <3

dazai is a passionate lover. he's also a selfish lover, and as much as he likes roughing you up until you can't even speak, there are moments where he's nicer− softer. peppering soft kisses on your face as you lie beneath his slim frame, fluffy brunette locks tickling your face. your little giggles sounding like music to his ears. your love and adoration for him made the man conflicted; was a man like him, previously the infamous demon prodigy, really deserving of the privilege of your love?

"of course you are worthy of my love, silly~" you scoffed, bumping your nose against his, a smile gracing his thin lips. "ah, you are far too kind to me, sweet girl," he chuckled, leaning into the palm of your hand when you caress his cheek so gently− as if he's made out of fragile glass, and he's so unused to this kind of touch− this kind of genuine love. it made his heart swell as your arms wrapped around his neck bringing your lips to his, slipping your tongue in his mouth and he moans, your taste addicting on his tongue. dazai's hand reaches under your nightgown, gasping against your lips when he feels your bare mound against his fingers− "no panties? naughty girl," he whispers, pulling back to look you in the eyes. you grinned coyly, "just wanted to make it easier f'you" he laughed and shook his head at your response, muttering something you couldn't exactly decipher before his fingers found your clit, rubbing gentle circles on the sensitive bud, loving the way it made your chest heave. the soft moans and whimpers spilling from your sinful tongue made his cock throb against his pajamas, precum leaking from his tip.

"your fingers feel the best, 'samu," you let out a breathy moan, fingers clawing at his shirt, hips bucking up into his hand to receive more friction. "better than my cock?" your boyfriend teased, slipping his middle and index fingers inside your welcoming hole, humming when you clenched around him. "you− you know I didn't mean it l-like that!" you pouted, making him laugh and kiss your cheek, thumb smoothing out the furrow between your eyebrows, "oh yeah? the way you're gushing around my fingers says otherwise~" as if to prove his point, he pulled his fingers out of you to bring them up and god− it's embarrassing how your shiny slick runs down his fingers, small webs forming when he seperates the long digits, "see that, bella? see how you're dripping for me?" his voice dropped an octave lower, your thighs clenching unconsciously as he brought his fingers to your lips, "won't you be a dear and clean these up for me?" you didn't hesitant once before complying to his request, warm mouth enveloping his lithe digits and he groaned, cock twitching and begging to be inside you already.

he pulled his fingers out of your mouth briefly before taking your lips in a sloppy kiss, tasting your arousal on your tongue− biting down on your bottom lip gently before slotting himself between your legs. "can't wait no more− need you right now, angel," he panted, pushing his pants down to reveal his cock and god, was he leaking. it made you feel a sense of pride that you could make dazai− who was usually so calm and collected, pant for you like a dog in heat, desperate to bury himself deep inside you. not like you were any better either, gasping sinfully when his tip pushed past your entrance, pussy already clenching around him like a vice− it made him feral, resisting the urge of slamming himself in to the hilt in one go. you made it really fucking difficult not to− especially when you looked up at him like that, eyes unfocused and hazy as little gasps and whimpers of his name left your mouth, it made his head spin. you were so perfect.

he was fully sheathed in your hot cunt now, gooey insides sucking him in like they never want to let him go− his pale skin was now flushed, a peachy tone adorning his face all the way to his neck, sweat beading on his forehead as he rocked against you. you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him impossibly closer to you− the warmth radiating through both of your bodies felt so good. your head rolled back to expose your neck, making osamu smirk before he dipped his head down, biting on the part he knows is sensitive, kissing and licking the spot to make you mewl for him. "shit− 'samu, so close− 'm so close," you babbled, fingers tugging on the roots of his chocolate brown hair. "already, sweet girl? don't worry− I've got you," he murmured, hand reaching in between your connected bodies to find your clit, softly pinching and rubbing circles on the button, making you clench around him even harder and shit− his eyes almost rolled back from your pretty pussy clamping down on him, tip kissing you sweet spot before you finally came with a loud moan, back arching off the bed as your slick dripped down his flushed cock. "jus− juusst a little more, baby− almost there," he practically whined, your eyes crossing ever so slightly from the overstimulation of him pounding into you vigorously, mouth forming an 'o' shape when you felt his hot seed flooding into you as his hips stilled, flush against your ass. he emptied the last of himself before plopping down next to you, huffing as he tries to catch his breath, "I love you so much." you smiled, relishing in the soft afterglow of your orgasm, "I love you too."

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[folkdevilfables]

✵ Arachnid Ambuscade | Solomon x gn!reader

drabble (0.7k words) | sfw | gn!reader | fluff/angst

cw: spider mention, set in Nightbringer, mutual attraction, no established relationship, MC is an oblivious dunce & Solomon is touchstarved to the point that sudden close physical contact with his LI nearly makes him faint on the spot lmao

You were simply minding your own business, reorganizing some things in your room at Cocytus Hall when you suddenly noticed a huge spider twice the size of your hand on the wall to your left.

You let out a little scream and jumped away from the wall, bumping into something. Or someone.

"MC? Are you okay?"

You felt Solomon behind you stiffen in surprise as you bumped into him, one of your hands brushing his thigh. Or his hip. You couldn't really tell, you were too occupied with anxiously staring at the big spider on your bedroom wall to keep watch of whether it was moving or not.

While the sight of a spider didn't put you in a state of panic, you didn't really like spiders all that much. Especially when they were potentially dangerous and/or appeared on the wall of your bedroom wholly uninvited, deciding they intended to make your room their forever home and not pay any rent. You weren’t a big fan to say the least.

Small spiders weren't really a problem, it was the bigger ones that you were mildly terrified of. Which was stupid when you thought about it, since the smaller ones were usually the venomous ones and the bigger ones rather harmless... But you were in the Devildom and just assumed that everything was out to get you six feet under by default.

"Please get the spider out of my room, Solomon. Please please please."

You shrieked and winced as it moved.

"Anything for my adorable apprentice."

One incantation later and the spider was gone.

"...Is it gone?" Yes, you were looking at the obviously spiderless wall, but you wanted to make extra sure. Just in case. Better safe than sorry.

"Yes. I used a teleportation spell to send it to another place, away from Cocytus Hall."

"Oh, thank Diavolo." You let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Solomon!"

Turning around, you hugged him.

The surprise of a sudden hug caught the sorcerer off-guard. It took him a second to regain his composure and hug you back.

"Anyday, MC."

As you wrapped your arms around him, you felt his heart beating ferociously in his chest.

You looked up and wanted to ask him if everything was alright, but then you saw that he had small ivory feathers in his hair.

"Did your pillows explode during one of your experiments? There are feathers in your hair."

Without asking for his permission, you reached up to gently pluck the feathers out of his hair, your hand brushing his cheeks and nose several times in the process.

A good look at his face showed that his cheeks were now pale pink and his breaths ever so slightly shallow.

You eyed him worriedly. "Sol, are you okay? Do you have a fever? Was the spicy zombie dragon liver curry you ate for lunch today a little too much for you? Do you want me to go get you some medica-"

Before he had the chance to respond your D.D.D started ringing, the sudden loud noise startling both of you. Taking a step back from Solomon, you grabbed your phone from the nightstand and answered the call.

"MC, there’s a giant spider in the House of Lamentation and it has already devoured Asmo's vanity and Mammon's car and now it’s chasing us!" You heard Asmo's blood curdling scream in the background while Levi was panting, trying to hastily explain the situation while presumably running for his life. "Lucifer is currently at the Demon Lord's Castle - Please, you need to help! I don't know how much longer we can run!" Mammon yowled as Levi shrieked and the sound of something being smashed could be heard.

You looked at Solomon.

The sorcerer was attentively watching you, sporting a sly smirk.

"I... erm... Levi... I don't know how to tell you this, but I can't handle spiders myself. I'm sorry, I doubt I’d be any help."

"Please MC, anything -"

Solomon gingerly plucked the D.D.D out of your hand.

"I'm sorry Leviathan, but this is one of MC's scheduled off days and they're very busy currently. I'm sure you'll be able to handle the spider on your own. Good Luck!" He cheerily ended the call and placed your phone back on the nightstand.

You shuddered. "Well, I won't be setting foot into the House of Lamentation until that spider is gone, that's for sure."

Solomon smugly smiled. "Perfect, that means I get more time to have you to myself."

Unedited Solomon icon can be found here | support banner and divider made by @/saradika | all rights reserved banner by @/cafekitsune

[jjenthusee]

Empty Plates

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

A/N: I SUCCESSFULLY MOVED SO THATS WHY I WAS GONE FOR A HOT MIN but i wanted to give u something while we wait for Racing Hearts pt. 4 :D ENJOY comment if ur comfortable and let me hear ur thoughts \(^~^)/

Tags: hurt/no comfort, angst, sorry yall we gon cry together

Word Count: 1.3k

He left.

Jason was gone.

The apartment was cold. The only outline of him ever being there was the blanket pushed aside, curving around where he used to lay on the bed.

Everything was too good while it lasted.

No matter how many times he left without a word, it felt like it started to hurt less and less the more you didn’t see him next to you.

You’ve always heard how great other people’s relationships were. Too good to be true. It feels like a dream.

And they were right.

It was like a dream.

But Jason was only in your life like a dream.

Only in your bed late in the night.

Willing to be there when the moon rose.

And like a dream, he disappeared. Only like a memory.

They say that hate is worse than love, but the opposite of love was indifference.

And you had no energy to care anymore.

——

So you woke up.

Like any other morning.

Folding your blankets, face blank, heart blank.

You took out loose leaf tea, started prepping breakfast as the water boiled.

Your morning gray.

No music, no color, no Jason.

It was silent, only the sounds of water boiling, popping from the heat.

Your knife hitting the cutting board.

New cooking pans on the stove.

Your body going through the motions without a thought.

You couldn’t bring yourself to think, to feel.

You ate your breakfast, sitting at the table, watching the traffic go by.

Steam hitting your face from the cup as you let it warm your fingers.

No one sitting across from you.

No second mug to mimic yours.

No legs and knees bumping into yours.

You didn’t have any appetite anymore.

You mentally reprimanded yourself for wasting food, but you dumped the rest in the trash, getting nauseous from the sight.

Putting any dirty dishes in the sink.

Chores can be completed later.

You sullenly grabbed some clothes, getting in the shower.

You stood, letting your head feel the water pressure hit your scalp.

You broke.

You slowly fell to the shower floor.

Water running down your face as you sobbed, quietly weeping to yourself.

Your tears mixing with the warm water.

Memories flooded your mind.

“Jaybird, I want to get new cooking pans.” You wrapped your arms around Jason as he cooked.

“Why? These are still in good condition.” Jason continued flipping your small pancakes on the pan.

“But I want a new set that we bought together now that we moved.” You nuzzled your face into his back.

“Hm.” Jason hummed at the warm feeling of you behind him. “We can get a new set today. Something you like.”

You smiled into his shirt.

“Thanks, Jaybird.”

Then you got ready. Fixing your hair, brushing your teeth.

Ready for work.

Like nothing happened.

——

It had been two weeks.

No sign of Jason.

No messages. No calls. Nothing.

You rarely ate. You called in sick from work after you were wearing yourself out.

Reaching your limit of filling your time with anything, but Jason.

Forgetting to brush your teeth, no longer changing out of your lounging clothes, staring out the window from the table.

You did drink water, your stomach not tolerating anything else.

No music playing anymore.

It was quiet.

Only the upstairs neighbor’s footsteps filling the silence.

Your face was pale, it felt like your cheeks were hallowing out.

Eyes tired.

You refused to let yourself reach out to Jason first. Countless times before you had called, texted, done something.

But you didn’t wanna do any of it anymore.

No longer following Jason.

You went to the bathroom. Slowly having the energy to walk.

Shutting yourself in there, the walls feeling small, you blankly watched the mirror.

An unrecognizable expression that only visited during the bad times.

You sighed, splashing water on your face.

The floor creaking as you walked back.

When you made it back to the table, you sat down in the same chair, looking at the same cup, watching the same window.

Not acknowledging anything.

“You’re not going to say anything?” Jason said. Sitting across from you. He sounded confused, his expression probably wasn’t any different, but you didn’t know.

You didn’t bother looking.

You almost flinched from his voice. You almost convinced yourself he was an illusion.

“Yell?” He questioned. “Anything?”

You stayed quiet. Staring out the window.

When was the last time you took a walk?

“Please say something.” Jason pleaded in front of you.

It was too hot these days, but if it was cloudy like today, maybe you should start walking soon.

You still stared out the window, taking a sip from your cup.

“Nothing?” Jason’s frustration peaking into his voice.

You needed some exercise.

“Sweetheart.” Jason firmly impeded your thoughts.

You sighed.

“I’m tired.” You softly spoke.

“I came back because I was worried.” Jason explained.

Your frustration building. Trying to balance out your nonchalance and anger.

“It’s so noisy.” You flatly said to yourself.

“But things were supposed to be okay, I made sure—“

You angrily set the cup down, water splashing from the impact. The cup cracking, water leaking onto the table.

You continued to look out the window. Not acknowledging the mess around your hand.

“I don’t know if you realize this, Jason, but my world stopped the day you left. I stayed up countless nights worried if there was something wrong, if you were hurt, if I did something wrong—“

“Of course not—“

“I know! I realized that I did my best. I stupidly loved you and I didn’t know what to do when you left me. Again.” You watched two kids bike on the sidewalk. Laughing in their joy.

“I was scared!” Jason stammered, voice straining. “I didn’t know what else to do, so I left!”

“Then what are you so afraid of?!” You closed your eyes, lowering your head into your other hand. The last thing you saw was one of the boys falling, scraping his knee on the pavement.

“It’s because you made me realize that I can be more!” His voice rose. “I realized that maybe I don’t just want to be Red Hood!” Jason paced, recklessly brushing his fingers through his hair.

You froze, listening to his ramble.

“I want to be more. I want to have something other than Red Hood and it’s scaring the absolute shit out of me.” Jason paused, taking his hands out of his hair.

Jason hunched forward trying to make himself as small as possible. Tightly wrapping his arms around himself.

“—the Red Hood helmet.” Jason whispered, so soft you barely heard the end of his sentence.

“What?” You breathlessly responded, keeping your head down, unconsciously mimicking Jason’s soft voice.

“For the first time, I wanted to take off the Red Hood helmet.” He meekly looked at you. His eyebrows crushed together in a horrified look like he, himself, was just realizing this fact.

Your chest stung. You’ve never heard Jason so terrified, trembling in fear, voice shaky.

“I don’t know if I can take off my helmet. I can’t be anything without it.” Jason admitted.

“So you decided to leave, to never say anything, to let me continue my life like you weren’t there?” You harshly told him.

“Yeah, I ran, but I checked on you. Making sure nothing happened as you walked to work, but every day I saw you looking worse.” Jason moved again, but you didn’t want to lift your head. “It never got better, so…I came back. Dammit, look at me!”

He slammed his fits on the table, the cup shaking in your harsh grip.

You lift your head. Staring straight into his eyes.

Jason looked terrified. Angry, yes, but absolutely terrified.

It almost made you laugh from disbelief.

“Whether you take off the helmet or not…” You hesitated. This was it. No more caving in. You leveled your voice, firm and harsh. “Doesn’t matter to me anymore.”

Silence.

The cup shattering in your hands, cutting your hand.

It stung.

Neither of you looking down first, until Jason broke eye contact.

He reached for your injured hand.

You got up, avoiding his touch, walking to the cabinet underneath the kitchen sink. Grabbing the first-aid kit.

Dripping small drops of blood on the floor.

When you turned around, you flinched.

He was gone.

Again.

Like another dream.

[luvlyycy]

Y / N : A SUPER HOT MUMMY SORT OF TELEPORTED IN MY ROOM DO I FUCK IT

, , , , , , yes !

a / n : WELL WELL WELL AAA , MUMMY!CLOUD IS FINALLY HERE. this is probably the longest kinktober fic of all kinktober that i have haha... but!! hope you enjoy <3

kinks included ! <3 : hair pulling (m! recieving) , bath sex , very very subtle pain kink (m! recieving from hair pulling) , uhmmm? virginity taking? (m! recieving) , top! reader , hentai-ish plot , also reader is technically fucking somebody dead since Cloud's a mummy .

You stretch your arms above your head, yawning. It’s warm inside your apartment, a clear contrast to the soft raining outside.

You throw the blanket off your body, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

The only sound within the apartment is you making your way to your bathroom, you don’t even notice that something is following you until you turn around.

You let out a loud shriek, seeing the male in your bathroom- his skin is wrapped with what looks like bandages, a trail of sand behind him.

His eyes have a dim glow as he tilts his head to the side, a few pieces of spiky blonde hair peeking through the cracks of his wrappings.

“What are you doing in my house?!” you shriek, backing up into your cold wall, bumping your head against it.

“I… don’t know.” he croaks out, his voice barely above a whisper as he steps closer to you.

His hands are shaky as he reaches out to you, his screen incredibly dry— a few cracks on his showing cheek. The bandages stretch across his nose, loose around his neck.

You feel as though your heart may explode.

“W-Well, you can go home now!”

Seeing a hot mummy in your house wasn't on your halloween bucket list, but hey— blessings come in mystery ways.

Some sand trickles down from his fingertips before he speaks, “I don't… know where I am.” he manages out. He lowers his head to you as if he were embarrassed about it, “I-I don't know what to do.”

Well, you'll be damned. Maybe it's your kindness, or maybe it's because he's so damn cute but,

“You can stay.. I-I guess. But we have to wash that sand off of you!”

After a bit of struggling to remove his wrapping, he sits shyly in your tub— he looks a bit confused.

Pale skin slightly cracked in a few areas with what seems to be hardened sand between the cracks. He also has sand on his hands— that you're currently washing off.

"What's that?" he says, leaning closer to it, to seemingly sniff— "Soap." you respond, he manages out a quick, 'oh', before settling back into the warm water. You slide your soapy hands up his body and tangle them in his sandy, knotted hair. Jeez, boys can never take care of themselves. 

He stays perfectly still, almost like one of those cats who let the water run off their heads. You look at him, trying to put a name to his face.

“What’s your name?” you hum out.

“Cloud.” he whispers, eyes peering up at you despite the water running down his face. You frown at the running reminder that you haven't washed up either. He probably wouldn't mind, you hoped.

You hook your fingers underneath your sleeping shirt, pulling it over your head. Cloud makes a tiny noise, between a purr or a growl as he stares. You barely notice, shimmying out your pajama shorts— you never wear anything underneath when you sleep, so you just sit across from the thing in your apartment.

He's staring. Very intently.

"What?" you just assumed mummies weren't attracted to anything, or don't have dicks since most of their bodies are eroded anyway.

He spares a moment to choke out, "Beautiful," he inhales, dragging his fingertips up the front of your leg, "You're beautiful."

Cloud admits, he's never seen a woman fully naked until now. But you were practically Cleopatra in his eyes— your body looking incredibly soft compared to his cracked skin. It's driving a heat between his legs that he's never felt before. Instinctively, he grabs his growing cock— his face turning in discomfort as he does so.

You giggle, "Thanks. You're not so bad looking either." you then pour some of your soap on your hands, beginning to wash yourself.

"I don't— know, what's going on— but I think I have to get out."

"Huh? Why?" you question, genuinely concerned.

He looks between his legs, frowning heavily, "I'm... hard?".

You don't know what to say, your eyes widening as you let out a sound of shock, "You— have a cock?!" he groans, "Of course I do— It's just, never got hard!" he exclaims, clearly stressed.

"I don't know what to do! Do you?" he asks, shuffling in the tub— hands thrown up in the air.

"Well, ye-yes."

"Then, then do something." he quiets down, his hands shaking. It just keeps getting worse, he thinks, the more he looks at your body the harder his cock gets, "It, it hurts." he mumbles.

You scoot closer, "Does it?" he nods, you hum. You begrudgingly wrap your hand around his cock beneath the water. He lets out a tiny hiss, bucking up into your hand— in response, you slowly drag your hand up his cock then right back down.

He places the back of his hand over his mouth, sand messily falling from his palm, "That, that feels good—." he says, muffled.

You nod. You're sat awkwardly between his legs, jacking him off slowly with your dominant hand— "How, uh. How is this going to help?" he asks, "Once guys cum, they usually.— They usually get soft, which means it won't hurt anymore."

He nods, letting out another sound when you speed up, wrapping one of your hands loosely around his heavy balls. The soap from earlier already washed off your hands as soon as you dipped them in the water.

You watch Cloud's reaction, the blush on his face spreading unevenly due to his skin. It's also making you pretty aroused.

"I, I feel something—" he gasps, wrapping his hand around your wrist, "I- I think I'm going to, to cum." he gulps as he leans closer to you.

"It's okay, it's okay. Let it out. Cum as much as you need."

Oh boy, does he listen. He lets out a long string of moans as he just simply fucks up into your hand, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he does so. He cums so much, you can see it shooting out the tip of his cock in the water— you can tell it's thick.

You let him fuck out his orgasm until he's done, releasing his cock.

"Feel better?"

"Yes, yes I think so." he sighs, looking down at his cock....noticing it's still hard.

"Why.. is it still hard..?"

"Your dick probably wants more." against your better judgment, you climb ontop his lap finding his shocked face amusing. (:0)

"What're you doing?—"

"This way, we can, uh, both be pleased." you say, scratching at your cheek.

He nods, "Okay. Uhm, take the lead I suppose."

You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, rubbing the tip around your messy folds before inserting it. As soon as the tip slips you in you remember a bit too late—

Cloud's a virgin. You're taking Cloud's virginity.

"Feels— aggh, feels so fucking— good." he's breathing heavy, dick already twitching inside of you. He looks up at you, pupils genuinely becoming hearts as he does so. You sink down more and you let out a satisfied sigh because of just how much, how well he fills you up.

He wraps his arms around your body, a few of the cracks on his face growing a dim pink color. Soon your pussy is swallowing all of his cock, bottoming out.

You place your hands on his face, leaning your forehead against his, "Am I the first girl you've ever fucked?" you raise your hips, "Fucked?" he responds, "If that's what I'm doing; yes." he sighs.

You slowly lower your hips earning yourself a strangled moan out of the mummy.

"Thrust up— like, like you were doing into my hand." you whisper against his lips and he quickly nods, obeying you and fucking up into you.

You moan against him as he does the same to you, clawing at your back, "It feels so good. I wanna cum s'bad— it feels so good so good." he repeats, letting out a groan you use your thumb to open his mouth and lick at his tongue. His tongue is warm and sort of dry, you note.

Oddly enough, you feel as though you're slutting the poor mummy out, his thrusts aren't that good but still his large n thick cock gets the job done.

You grasp his hair, pulling which causes his hips to stutter and let out a loud hiss, "I'm gonna— going to—"

"Cum, Cloud. Cum for me. It feels so good if you cum inside of me" you whisper against his neck, and he lets out multiple groans as he fucks his cock deeper n deeper into your cunt; cumming. The feeling of his thick cum filling up your pussy is enough to push you over that metaphorical edge.

You stay there for a moment, releasing his dirty blonde hair— his head falling back with his mouth open—

"Cloud..?" you ask, shaking him a bit, the cracks on his body leaking sand— "Nooo..." he groans, "...all my energy...is gone..." you giggle at this, finding him awfully cute.

You step off him and wrap yourself in a towel, "Well, how do you recharge?"

"......Coffin..." he replies.

You don't have a coffin, but maybe...

Cloud lays in the blanket fort you created for him, feeling a bit more energetic. "Soft coffin." he smiles, dragging his hand up your cheek as you lay beside him— the both of you still in towels, you're the only one still damp. I guess mummy skin absorbs water.

"Yeah, soft coffin." you giggle, looking at his eyes, then his lips. You press your head against his forehead before kissing him, giggling when he lets out a tiny squeak but kisses back.

[short-honey-badger]

Kelp? No, Hello!

This has come from a little brainstorming session with my darling @goth-mami-writer. Enjoy a little JJK soul mate fic. We've decided to do our own takes on this, so I hope you enjoy! I'll have her works tagged below!

Pairings: Inumaki Toge x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut! Fast burn. Cunnilingus. The movie spoiled me. Fluff and sweet things.

Masterlist

Toge doesn't expect to meet his soul mate while out for a snack run for the other second years in his class. You'd bumped into him coming out of the convenience store, and both of you had felt that instant connection when he'd grabbed your hand to prevent you from falling. Your face, red and adorable, stared up at him.

"Hi."

Toge wished more than anything that he could say anything to you that wasn't a rich ball ingredient, brows furrowing, as he slowly offers you a soft.

"Kelp."

Embarrassment welled up in his chest when you gave him an odd look, but then you shrugged like it was no big deal, giving Toge a winning smile and suggested that the two of you go somewhere less crowded.

Inumaki had easily agreed and shot a quick text off to Maki to let her know that he'd be back later that evening. He'd then followed you to a nearby park, your hand tangled with his own the entire time. The longer he held your hand, the more his mouth and tongue felt tingly, like he'd eaten something sour. It wasn't until he made it to the park that Inumaki recalled something Gojo had mentioned in passing about soul mates before.

"Soul mates, as rare as they are, can be dangerous. With enough skin on skin contact, your "other half" can mute your cursed technique. It's that reason why you hardly see anyone paired up around here."

Toge felt his heart rate pick up twofold, and his hand shook as he grabbed the zipper to his mask and tugged it down. You were looking at him curiously, taking in the old tattoos that he had on either side of his mouth. He licks his lips, voice rough when he speaks up.

"Hello."

You had beamed at him, excited but unsure as to why, other than knowing your soul mate seemed incredibly relieved about something. Toge had quickly introduced himself, speech picking up speed the more he relaxed in the knowledge that he couldn't hurt you with his cursed speech as long as you were touching him.

Things moved quickly after that. Dates and outings when Toge had the time outside of school, taking every bit of his spare time to get to know you. It's a month into his new relationship when things turn heated while he's at your apartment visiting.

You lay played across the bed, eyes only for Inumaki as the white-haired man hovers over you. Your shirt and pants have been cast aside, and he only wears a pair of boxers. You smooth your hands across his pale body, fingers dragging along his lean muscles and then up to pull him down for a kiss. His free hand grips your side, keeping your squirming body still.

You open your legs, and his throbbing erection flush with the heat of your core as your slide your legs up and around his hips. He sighs into the kiss, grinding down and enjoying the way your legs squeeze around him. You have been so kind, so understanding with him, and Inumaki loves you for it.

Toge breaks the kiss, smoothing down to nip at your jaw, and admiring the soft sounds that you make in response to his touch. Down he goes, taking your bra off and wrapping his lips around a peaked nipple. He leaves it swollen and red before he moves to the other one, giving it the same soft attention.

You whine and huff under him, dropping your legs when he scoots down to press loving kisses to your stomach and hip bones. He peeks up at you, purple eyes dark with arousal and want.

"You're so pretty," He murmurs and licks his lips, dipping his head to press a kiss to your covered mound. You shiver, eyes half-lidded as you thread your fingers through his hair.

His hands grasp your panties, sliding them down and past your legs to toss behind him. Inumaki strokes the sensitive skin of your hip bones, trailing them down to gently slide his middle finger through your sticky folds. He hums at how wet you are and explores further, slicking his fingers with your juices and basking in the noises you make for him.

"Toge, please."

Inumaki shifts back down at your quiet pleading, kissing your inner thighs and then up to your quivering lips. You whine at the heat of his tongue against your pussy, legs shifts open to accommodate his shoulders. He lulls his tongue out and groans when when he slides the muscle through your folds, finally tasting you. His mouth is devilish, tongue swirling against your clit and then pressing down with the perfect amount of pressure that it makes you see stars.

Toge slides a hand forward, fingers finding your dripping hole and circling it. Your hips buck, and he can't help the huff of amusement that escapes him at your Impatientness. The sorcerer nudges forward, and you sigh in relief at the feeling of being filled, even if it's only his fingers.

Your slick coats his hand, and Toge pulls all sorta of delicious sounds from you as he laps at your cunt like a man lost in the desert. Your stomach tenses, and you can feel that familiar tug deep in your belly as you get closer and closer. Inumaki grunts when you pull his hair, and he rises from your dripping cunt to stare at you, face covered in your juices.

"Is everything okay?"

When you nod, he drops back between your legs, tongue curling around your clit and sucking the throbbing bud into his mouth. You keen and arch off the bed, forcing Toge to push you back down even as he adds another finger. Electric shocks jump up and down your spine as you come with a cry of his name, muscles clenching down around his fingers and slick gushing from your cunt.

Inumaki slows to a stop when you pat the top of his head, feeling smug when he pulls away to smile down at your flushed body. He massages your hips and whispers sweet nothings as you come back to yourself before he leans down and kisses you. He wasn't done just yet.

[peppermintquartz]

hii could you write something about when tommy and buck meet at madney's wedding, but this time tommy comes as chim's friend instead of buck's date. maybe it’s a year after the breakup since maddie wanted to wait to have the wedding until after she gave birth. maybe in this scenario buck and tommy are on good terms (or not? for more angst? it's up to you) and one of them asks the other to dance? honestly, I just want to see them dance😭 thank you! 💖

I tweaked the prompt slightly because there's a special party for the first birthdays of a Korean baby, and I thought it'd be sweet to celebrate that culture

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Doljanchi

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The music is cheerful and everyone is in high spirits. Buck is moving around the party, taking the opportunity to top up the trays of pastries and snacks while baby Joon-ki is propped on his little 'throne', dressed in an adorable green hanbok, after he finally woke up from his afternoon nap.

Everyone is waiting to take photos with him, and so no one is really looking at the door. Buck is counting the number of eclairs and thinking if he will need to run out for something when he hears someone clearing their throat softly.

"Buck."

Buck stands and turns around, heart involuntarily skipping a beat. He knows Tommy has been invited - Chimney told him - but seeing his ex in the flesh is still startling. Tommy's in a navy blue sports jacket and a pale gray polo over those jeans that hug his thighs.

"Tommy," Buck says, smiling politely. They've bumped into each other a handful of times since the breakup, and each time it was awkward, but they have not really had the opportunity to talk to each other, except for brief hellos and goodbyes.

Buck has found time to 'explore his options' since then. Men and women. Dated two other guys, never for more than four months. And he took the time to really think about which part of the rainbow he belonged to - he hadn't done that while he was with Tommy, because he thought it didn't matter, he had his boyfriend and that was enough for him - but then he went on a learning binge after.

He still thinks Tommy's statement about protecting his own heart is bullshit.

Tommy hands him a wrapped box. "For, uh, for the baby."

Buck takes it and tucks it under his arm. "Thanks. Help yourself to the food. I'll, uh, I'll get you a drink."

"Okay. Thanks."

It's so stilted and tense between them. Buck hates it. Fleeing to the kitchen, he digs out a bottle of the beer Tommy prefers. (He knows Tommy is going to be here. He's helping Maddie and Chim be good hosts. That's all.)

When he gets back to the living room where Joon-ki is holding court, surrounded by two sets of doting grandparents, he can't find Tommy. Part of him thinks that Tommy's gone again, too much of a coward to stay and pretend they can be friends.

And the other part of him wishes he can let it go already.

Then he spies Tommy kneeling on the floor in the corner where Jee Yun is, her little face pink and her lips pouting. Tommy has another wrapped box and he's giving it to her with a flourish, and she beams at him and hugs him around the neck.

She liked him, Buck remembers.

After the girl runs back to the table where her little brother is perched, Buck goes to Tommy and offers him a hand to stand up. Tommy glances at him, startled, and takes the assistance.

"Here," Buck passes him the beer. He checks his watch. "They're gonna do the doljabi in about five minutes."

"The what-bee?"

"Doljabi. It's some fortune-telling game. Supposed to tell what the baby's gonna be when he grows up."

Tommy stays for the game, stays to shake Maddie's hand and to give Chimney a hug, to take photos with Jee-yun and Joon-ki.

He stays late enough for dinner - the Lees supplied them with a dazzling assortment of Korean dishes - and it almost feels friendly, a few jokes traded around the adults while the kids have their own fun.

Baby Joon-ki is already in his cot, and Buck takes a moment to watch over his sleeping nephew. Then a shadow blocks the light from the hall.

"Hey," says Tommy softly.

"Hey." Buck smiles at him, genuine now. Tommy comes into the room when Buck inclines his head in invitation. "Kid's wiped out."

"It's been pretty momentous." Tommy slips his hands into his pockets. "Adorable kid though."

They stand side by side, watching the baby, and music filters into the room. For a moment, Buck could almost believe this is my child, this is my husband.

"How have you been?" Buck asks. "Anyone new in your life?"

Tommy shakes his head. "Haven't had time." He takes a deep breath. "I heard from Eddie that you, uh, you broke up with that lifeguard. Jay?"

"Ray," says Buck. Then he licks his lips. "We never did dance at Maddie's wedding. Can I ask you for one?"

"Now?"

Buck holds up a hand and tilts his head, a small flutter of a smile on his lips. "Now."

For a heartbeat, Tommy looks like he wants to refuse. Then he exhales and takes Buck's hand, accepts the other hand at his waist.

As they sway to the music, Buck looks directly at Tommy. It helps that they are of the same height. "I miss you. It's been over a year, and I still miss you."

Tommy blinks at him, perhaps surprised at the confession. His answering smile is small and tentative. "Yeah, me too."

"Can we try again?" Buck asks, still swaying slowly, guiding them in a small circle around the baby's room. "You can't say that I don't know what I want now. I've done my exploring. I've done my learning. And I am more than ever certain that you are who I want to be my last."

"I want to try again," Tommy replies, equally quietly, reverently. "I went to therapy again, unpacked... unpacked a lot of the shit I said that night. It was unfair to you."

"Not entirely untrue though."

"I wouldn't know." Tommy pauses, and then adds, "I'd like to find out."

Buck smiles. He feels lighter, clearer than he has for a long time. "So... you'll call me Evan again?"

Tommy sighs, smiles back. "I never stopped thinking of you as Evan. I'm sorry I ran."

"Good. Be sorry." Buck cradles Tommy's cheek and draws him in. "We'll try again. No more running, okay? Rough times, or if either of us do something stupid, we talk it out. Promise me that."

"Of course."

[lovebugism]

Ohh can I please request something fluffy and funny for Eddie with the prompt “ I forgot to pack my enthusiasm. ”? Maybe him, reader and all the gang (if you want to add them too) go to a trip to the beach and Eddie is not very enthusiastic about it because of you know, sunburn, sand everyone and then something touch his foot while he is in the water and he is like "nope, ok I'm out of here".

Sorry if it's too specific 😅

hi love! thanks for your request!! — the one where eddie hates the beach, but he's super in love with you (fluff, established relationship, 1.5k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

“I just put on sunscreen!” Eddie grouses like a child as you smear the lotion over his milky white shoulders. 

The cool cream mixed with the magic of your touch makes his skin prickle with chill bumps. Despite his boyish dramatics, he sits obediently on the edge of your shared bed as you lather him with sun protectant. He’ll take any opportunity to be touched by you.

You scoff. “Yeah, on your tattoos.”

“Well, where else is it supposed to go?”

You want to scold him, but he flashes you a look from beneath his lashes before you can. His chocolate syrup eyes blink up at you, brows furrowed in a puppy-like pout. You don’t even realize you’re smiling at him until you’re already grinning like an idiot.

“What’s the point of only putting sunscreen in one place?” you ask, laughing while you smooth the cream over his arms. You hold his wrist in one hand and rub it in with the other, doing it for both arms until the white sheen is mostly gone. “You might as well just put it on the rest of your body.”

“I don’t care about the rest of my body.”

“Well, I care about the rest of your body, Eddie Munson,” you retort with a stern sort of gentleness. 

You see a twinkle form in the dark brown of his wide eyes and a smile quirk the edges of his pink lips. You can practically hear the sex joke bouncing around in his head — “you take extra good care of the rest of my body, too, sweetheart.” 

Before he can say anything, you continue.

“And I don’t want you to get skin cancer, alright?” you argue as you smear the sunscreen over his chest. 

He’s as soft as he is pale, almost obscenely so. Your fingers glide over his skin with ease, occasionally running over his tattoos and the sparse hair sprinkled on his sternum. You caress him absentmindedly — touching him just to touch him and totally forgetting you’re doing him a service. 

“Also, I really don’t wanna hear you complain about getting sunburnt.”

“Rude,” he pouts.

You meet his playful scowl with a smile. 

With what’s left over on your fingertips, you rub the rest of the sunscreen onto his face. Your thumbs smear over his chin, nose, and the apples of his cheeks. Your fingers disappear beneath his fluffy bangs when you make sure to get his forehead, too.

“For caring about you? Absolutely.”

He grins at your admission of love — not entirely an ‘I love you’ but basically the same thing. 

As your fingers dance over his face, his eyes flit down to the rest of your body. Your chest is level with his face now. He can’t be entirely blamed for his ogling.

You’re wearing the bathing suit he got you — his one condition to coming on this trip with you and the rest of the gang. 

It was black to match his swim trunks and mostly plain because he couldn’t really afford anything else. The high-waisted bottoms fan out in a pretty little skirt, and the bikini is clasped together with a metal heart in the center.

“Maybe we should stay in today,” Eddie advises with his head tilted to his shoulder. His hands creep around the backs of your thighs, urging you to step closer between his legs. His chocolate gaze lingers on the pendant between your breasts before his eyes flit up to yours. 

He smiles and his words drip from his mouth like honey. “We can have our own fun in here, you know?”

“As good as that sounds…” you singsong as you smooth a few ornery curls behind his ear. “…I sorta promised Max I’d let her teach me out to surf… And also, I really wanna swim.”

Eddie deflates. His boyish pout returns to him, and he groans.

You laugh when the boy flops dramatically back onto the mattress. 

“C’mon, Eds! You could at least try and have a good time!”

“Yeah, I think I forgot to pack my enthusiasm this trip, sweetheart…”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” you tease, climbing onto the bed beside him. You maneuver on your knees until you’re sitting just next to him, your feet curled beneath you. His hand rises to your thigh like its muscle memory for him. His warm palm spreads over your skin. You smooth a hand over his pale knuckles. “It’s gonna be fun, okay? I promise.”

“No. It’s gross,” he retorts with his features contorted in abhorrence. “The water is disgusting, and you get sand in places sand should never be, and I hate it.”

He tilts his cheek to the mattress to flash you a dramatic pout, wide-eyed and jut-lipped. You meet it with a more mischievous grin as you lean over him. Your smirking face is level with his, your breasts so achingly close. 

“Well, I’ll help you clean off when we get back, yeah? Make sure all the side is off you,” you offer, almost whispering in your honeyed tone. You arch a brow down at him. “Sound like a plan?”

Eddie nods, slow and sloppy, until the words catch up to him. 

He stammers, “Yeah— Yeah, that… That sounds… Yeah.”

—————

You try and fail to surf. Max Mayfield turned out to be a pretty good teacher, and you actually got the hang of balancing pretty quickly, but salt water up the nose was no joke. You coughed until your chest ached, eyes watering and nostrils stinging.

Eddie sat on the shore with you, crouched at your side while he patted between your shoulder blades with a firm hand. “Shit, babe. You okay?” he questioned with his features scrunched in worry. You nodded even though your throat was raw. He begged you to stay out of the water, but you only begged him to play a game of chicken against Robin and Steve in return. 

It isn’t any wonder who won that argument.

You were sitting on Eddie’s shoulders some minutes later, wherein you also tried and failed to win at chicken. 

Robin Buckley was far stronger than anyone has ever given her credit for. You like to think you put up a good fight, but the second her hands curled around your forearms, you were a goner.

The water sparkles around you when you feel backwards into it. You plug your nose as you plunge, still distantly fearful of getting water up it again, but you don’t hurry to return to the surface. The water is warm and feels like the most vivid shade of blue. 

You revel in it for a few moments until you hear panicking from up above you.

“What the shit?” you hear Eddie shout, muffled until your head’s above water again. The waves jostle you as the boy begins to flail. “What the shit?!”

“What? What’s wrong?” Steve shouts for you because you haven’t got the breath for it yet.

“Something touched me!”

Your brows furrow. Through labored breaths, you wonder, “What?”

Eddie snaps his head over to you. His damp curls stick to his cheeks and forehead, glowing red from fleeting panic and a day in the sun. His eyes are wide and swimming with boyish horror. “Something touched my foot!”

Robin ducks underwater to look. 

Dustin, playing lifeguard some feet away, dives in behind her with his goggles. They’re almost cartoonishly too big for his round face. 

You stay on the surface with Eddie. Your eyes flit from his retreating figure to the two kids searching for whatever had frightened him.

Dustin comes up first. He inhales a sharp gasp before shouting, “Everyone stay calm! It’s just a turtle!” he announces, though most of the group is too far away to hear him. Or otherwise care.

“You hear that, Eds?” you shout to the boy walking to shore with one eye squinted to hide from the sun. A giggle sputters from your mouth before you can stop it. “It’s just a turtle, babe!”

Eddie shakes his head like a wet dog. He hates the feeling of it sticking to his face, even more so when it’s all straw-like from salt water. That, combined with grains of burning sand between his toes, is almost unbearable.

“Nope. Don’t care. I’m done,” he complains like a child.

“C’mon, Eds—”

“I love you, but I think I hate that beach more,” Eddie interjects as he wraps a towel around his shoulders. He stands beneath the shaded umbrella, crosses his arms over his chest, and shivers when a cooler breeze rolls by. It makes the water droplets on his reddened skin feel like ice. “I mean, it’s really close, babe, but I can’t take it anymore.”

You stay in the water, kicking your feet and moving your arms to stay afloat, as you admire the boy on the beach. He’s a raincloud standing underneath a yellow sun, otherworldly levels of cute despite how visibly grumpy he is.

You shake your head — both at his dramatics and how much you adore him despite them. 

“I love you, Eddie Munson,” you confess softly, looking at him with the fondest smile anyone’s ever looked at him with.

His chest warms. He can’t tell if it’s from your words or the sunburn he’s getting even though you spent several minutes putting sunscreen on him. 

He grumbles, too pouty to be kind, “I am never letting you do this to me again.”

[petriwriting]

Vero Amore - Theodore Nott X Reader (Part 3.)

Summary: Theodore is on trial for being associated with voldemort due to his father and family history, His odds arent looking so good. Luckily for him you are called to the stand to testify on his behalf, and you just might be the key to his innocence.

Fluff, established previous relationship, Exbf!Theo, Older!Theo and others. Post hogwarts.

(Previous part)

The courtroom is colder than it was before. Your escort repeated their previous actions, and you sat in the center of the room again. At least this time, you were slightly more prepared. "Witches and Wizards of the court, we will now resume the trial of The ministry Vs. Theodore Nott after our thirty-five minute intermission." The wizengamot states. You are thrilled for this to all be over. Just like before, using the same process, your memories are awaiting the prying eyes of the jury. The memory begins, on display for the whole room to see, you are uncomfortable to share this vulnerable moment, but you would be grateful if it could help the trial move along and aid in proving Theodore innocent. 

You are late in your Fifth year at hogwarts. The air is cold, and the windchill is almost unbearable. The halls are quiet, students whisper as they rush by. Everything feels tense. Even the quidditch players are quiet today. There is an ominous gray cloak over the whole school. Nothing feels the same as it did just a year prior. It's as if everything is within a shadow, a terrified knowing of what's to come. You catch Thedore rushing from the Slytherin Dungeons, paying no mind to those he passed bumping shoulders in the busy hall. By the time you catch up to him, you are both on the wooden bridge, he is trying to leave. There's no one else around. "Theo," you call out, but Theo is unresponsive. "Theo!" you say, running forward to face him. Theodore stops, and turns to face you. His face is pale, as if he hasn't eaten in days, as if he's been cursed. His eyes are red, maybe from tears or so many restless nights he looks drained, and you are heartbroken for him. "Teddy," you say gently. "what's going on?" you ask. Theodore stays silent, and turns away from you, as if he's embarrassed. You are now looking at the back of his body. He's too shaken up to even face you. "ted?" you ask again, "please say something," you beg, he stays silent for a few more minutes before barely choking out the words; "I can't see you anymore." it's not going to work out between us." he says. you are hurt, confused. you were the one that promised him you'd be there for him no matter what happened. You were there for him, through everything, even times when his father made him do unthinkable acts. "what are you talking about?" you scoff, as if in disbelief. "You know exactly what I mean. we are never going to work out." he says, his voice is stone cold, and somewhat lifeless. The warmth of his laughter is gone, the wittiness of his jokes faded away, maybe for good this time. "Theodore," you say breathlessly. ". . . You can't abandon everything we have, just for the approval of your father!" you exclaim. The words stung on his skin but you were starting to feel the effects of heartbreak for yourself, your voice waivers cracking and becoming weak "after everything?" you question barely able to choke out the words. "Everything we've been through?" you shout, he takes a few steps away. "It's not fair. Theo, this can't keep us apart." you are desperately pleading, tears falling onto your cheeks feel like relief. "Theodore, look at me!" you demand, walking up to him again, Theodore looks at you, there's only a small part of you that still see's innocence left in his eyes, even if it is a little. "it's over." he says, his voice stern, he's holding himself together well despite his heart being broken. "no, No!" you say. You are insistent that he is wrong, that this is some kind of sick nightmare and you'd soon wake up in the safety of his arms. But it was not. "you're making this so hard." Theo says. "It doesn't matter what your father says we can-'' your desperation is interrupted, "This isn't about my father." Theo says, reaching to roll up his sleeve to reveal the dark mark. You gasp, quietly, unable to think straight. You didn't think he would actually go through with it, but now you were even more concerned he had turned to the wrong side, that his father and Voldemort had somehow brainwashed him into being a pure-blooded supremacist death eater. It was a mix of confusion and disbelief. "Ted," you said gently, brushing your thumb over the dark mark. Theodore craves your touch, but pulls away quickly. "Don't follow me" he orders, he's beginning to walk away, but as you utter three words he is rushing off, "I love you." he goes further across the wooden bridge, you cannot see his face but he is crying, holding his composure surprisingly well. disapparting when he was nearing the end of the bridge. He was gone.

As you sat in the courtroom, your chest ached with sorrow. That was such a bad memory for you, the last time you ever saw him before seeing him in the courtroom for the trial. You never got to say I love you, or even Goodbye. He left you there with a broken heart. You wished you could just have the ministry erase these memories, so you wouldn't have to relive them ever again. A few tears come to your eyes and you wipe them away quickly. The memories they had from you were all swirling in the silvery liquid in the pensive, so you thought it was unkind to show one of your most painful ones. It just didn't seem fair. The courtroom fell silent. 

"Ms. L/N," the wizengamot begins, "We would like to produce further questions." he says, someone from the jury scurries down to the front. " you were still ready for this to all be over. 

"Ms. L/N," the man began. "Please describe the nature of your relationship with Mr. Nott," he asks. you sighed softly before answering. "...I was in love with him. I would have done anything to make sure he was okay. We were together for a few years in school." you explain. "And was Mr.Nott ever late for class, tardy, or mischievous in any way during the school year?" He asked. "Theo- Mr. Nott, was never late for class or tardy that I am aware. He was always there, he loved to learn. I can't say regarding his mischief, I'd have to ask you to define the word first." you say. there would be a lot of back and forth, the jury asking questions like this, and you answering honestly right away. If they were trying to catch you in a lie, It would not work simply because you were only telling the truth. "Was Mr. Nott ever violent with you or others?" he asks. "No. Absolutely not." you say. "Did Mr.Nott ever speak to you about his missions or assignments?" the man asked again. "No." you said matter-of-factly. "I only knew of when he was told to cut me off, and he never directly told me that. It was Draco Malfoy who told me." you say. "Were you always personally involved with death eaters?" the man asks. This is quite the overstep. you are slightly offended, but don't press any further. "No." you say. "thank you Ms. L/N." the man says, receding back into the jury. You fidgeted with your thumbs. You'd been in the courtroom for hours at this point, tired and not excited to keep going. You looked back behind you, catching a quick glance of Theodore.

[jaegerbby]

➳ company

a (chapter two)

--͙[satoru gojo x female! reader]-͙-

╰┈➤ word count; 5687

╰┈➤ caution; fingering, dry humping, (some) choking, unprotected sex, creampie, riding (sort of), marking.

not proofread!

any time you are around satoru, the last thing on your mind is how wrong this all is.

his apartment is covered with traces of you. your products are neatly packed on his bathroom counter, some of your clothes are in his drawers, he has hair ties scattered almost everywhere. it is another line you never should have crossed. it is too intimate, it means there is something between you.

it is something that should not exist.

you are sitting on his couch, dressed in his shirt while you flip through movies on the wide screened tv.

satoru comes into your view, his pale, blemish free skin slightly blushed from the heat of the shower. water drips from the strands of his hair as he drapes a towel over it. your eyes trail along the prominent muscles on his physique. they drift down his broad chest to his chiseled abs and his deep v line framed by the shorts hanging loosely on his hips.

the fabric does little to conceal his bulge and you find yourself clenching your thighs together the longer you fawn over him.

it is by no means a new sight, not at all but he always has an effect on you. his full lips tug up as he sends you a knowing look. you shyly avoid his eyes while he sinks into the cushion beside you. his arm settles on the back rest, the other resting on his thigh. satoru spreads his legs and you shift when his knee bumps yours.

your head tilts to look over his defined shoulders and biceps. liquid drips from wet strands and leaks onto his exposes skin. your gaze follows them as they trail down the contours of his body. you straighten up, willing away the vulgar thoughts that fill your head.

satoru is grinning, despite knowing where your mind is he does not say a word.

"aren't you going to dry your hair?" you attempt to change the topic.

"you can do it for me." satoru is too spoilt for his own good. you are just as bad because you always encourage him. his fingers find your waist, caressing your side as he pats his lap. you breathe softly, climbing over him with your legs on either side.

satoru leans in to peck the corner of your mouth, it makes your head all dizzy.

you grip the towel, gently coaxing it over the strands of his hair. this is too intimate. you should not be this comfortable with him but you are already too far gone.

he sighs in contentment at the feeling of your touch. his palms trail from your waist to your hips before they settle on your thighs. he lightly runs his hands along the flesh. his touch is warm, it is as warm as he is, it is as comforting as his presence.

you are rubbing the towel over his hair while satoru looks at you fondly. it is hard to focus when he is at this proximity and his eyes do not leave you for a second.

the period where you would glower at satoru in disdain seems like a completely different lifetime.

now it is drastically disparate. he fingers tease the edge of the shirt covering you before they slip under it, heated palms meet your flesh.

"you're such a perv." you shift on his lap, tugging the fabric off his head to unveil white tuffs that stick up wildly.

"not my fault." he flashes you a perfect smile. you brush the messy hair out of his forehead.

"whose fault is it then?"

"yours, you look too cute" satoru's lips pout. could he be any more endearing?

he draws you closer, until your head is tucked beneath his chin and your face is pressed against where his heart pounds on his chest. you feel safe here. he is the only one to make you feel that way. his biceps flex as he wraps you up in the sweetest hug.

"why do you have me in the recharging station?" you softly question. that is how you refer to his hugs. you press yourself further into him, completely melting. you swear you could die happy in his arms.

he hums, the sound rumbling across his chest. his large palm strokes your back. "i'm the one that needs recharging." it tugs at your heart.

your satoru deserves all the love in the world, your satoru deserves hugs and kisses to his heart's content. but he is not yours in the first place.

regardless, you think this is peace. it is the closest thing to it you have ever felt. being with him is the only thing that feels right even though you know it is wrong.

it is all in your head and you should have expected the reality check. an annoying ringtone interrupts the moment and satoru releases you. you wish he did not. you straighten up to grasp it.

when the device is in your hand, everything comes crashing down. here you are, perched in satoru's lap with his hands all over you and aya is calling. you stare at the phone with mortification written on your face.

satoru does not have to ask to know who it is. a million thoughts run through your head, what if she found out? there is always the possibility and you worry for the day to come.

he takes it without question. you do not even attempt to stop him as he turns the device off and places it to the side. his eyes soften more when he looks at you. you did not realise tears were streaming down your face until his gentle hands swipe them away.

"don't cry, baby." it only makes you cry harder. why did he have to call you that?

"she'll hate me." your voice cracks.

"no one knows. no one will tell her." he tries to comfort you though he wishes things were different. he wants to hold your hand and kiss you for everyone to see. you deserve that. you deserve so much more than the situation allows. truthfully, aya is the last thing satoru wants to talk about. but you are hurting and he wants to make it all stop.

your arms wrap around his broad shoulders, face nestling into the crook of his neck. he is the only one that can comfort you. you inhale the clean scent clinging to his skin and it only makes you press against him more. you want to sink into him. you want to be closer than this.

his face nuzzles your hair and all you need is him to hold you like this forever.

you are sniffling while satoru coos words of consolation into your ear. that 'it will be okay,' but how could it ever be okay when you cannot truly have him?

in a perfect world, satoru is yours. like he always should have been.

you lean back, his arms loosening around you to allow it. you are close enough to share the same air, somehow, you find the space too vast.

"you done crying?" he dries your cheeks before softly stroking them. "you know i don't like it when my baby cries." why does satoru talk like that? it makes you forget about everything, you abandon any consideration of decency.

you want to be his baby. his, always and forever. despite the fact that you are not supposed to be anything to him.

you stubbornly shake your head, eyes fluttering and your lips pursued. tears spill from your eyes but satoru is there to catch every one. "no? what should i do to make it all better?" you practically whine when he speaks.

"kiss me." you softly say, your dismayed expression begs to be wiped away by the feeling of his lips on yours. lithe touches dust along your lashes and cheeks before they stroke your jaw.

satoru leans in with hooded eyes, he carefully looks over your features while your lips brush. you squeeze your eyes shut as he softly pecks your mouth.

it is so little and somehow it feels infinitely bewitching. you grip his wrists, the tip of his nose skimming yours as he tilts his head to kiss you the way you desire.

you fall back into satoru on an endless loop. while you should be losing your mind over the possibility of aya being privy to your disloyalty, the male below you is the only one in your thoughts.

his lips languidly move, he kisses with as much vigor as you do. it grows deeper and more desperate as the wet muscle of his tongue slips inside your mouth. you do not want to stop. you lose track of time when you are with him like this.

satoru groans, it sends goosebumps along your body. it makes your heart beat faster and the ache between your legs is almost overwhelming. you are not even aware but you are shifting your hips to hump his growing erection and it makes satoru crazy.

you breathlessly part from him, his forehead meets yours. you move against him and he finds his hands stroking either side of your neck. "pretty girl, my girl is so fucking pretty." cerulean eyes akin to the brightest sky are filled with affection. "we don't have to do anything tonight." he speaks delicately.

you know he says it because you were crying. you know it is because he cares. sometimes you wish satoru was not so good, that he did not do all the things he did because it only made you fall deeper.

you breathe slowly, you tilt your hips down with intent. you are so wet you can feel it and your fervor is certainly reciprocated. the stiff bulge pressing into you is more than enough proof.

your nimble fingers glide from his pronounced collar bones to the broad expanse of his chest, skimming over the grooves of his defined abs until you tease the waistband of his shorts.

every bit of him you have already touched.

"i want to."

he stills for a moment, tongue slipping out to wet his kiss swollen lips. "yeah?" his voice is all breathy and deep. he grinds you down on him, his stiffened cock meeting your cunt. there is hardly anything separating you but you wish every bit of clothing was gone. "then ask for it, sweet girl."

he cups your waist, your jaw dropping to moan erotically the more you feel him. the hardness of his cock rubbing along your pulsing slit as you grow wetter and wetter has you brainless. it is satoru's fault, it always is.

your arms rest on his shoulders, whining as you quicken your movements. you are distracted by too many things, all involving him. you are overtaken by satoru, by the weight of his hands on your skin, the heat of his length between your legs, the composure he has despite the way you are falling apart on him.

his cock is rut up into you, aching and throbbing. the pressure on your leaky slit has you mewling. satoru only grins in amusement. he is hot, he burns you up, you swear being this close dwindles your brain to mush.

"want you, toru." you whine before you lean forward to mouth at his angular jaw. your nails dig into his skin, satoru wants them drawing pretty crimson lines on his back. he wants you clawing at the muscles while he has his way with you.

"gotta be specific. you're a good girl, right?" his eyes are dark as he holds your jaw. his digits press into the flesh of your cheeks, you can hardly breathe. saliva pools in your mouth, a sticky web forming when his grips forces your lips to part. "my mouth, my fingers or my cock. which one is it?"

"everything." you somehow manage to speak although, you are overwhelmed with desire. you want him inside of you.

you wreck satoru as much as he wrecks you. yet you are so oblivious to the fact. his pants feel unbearably tight, with you fucking yourself against him, it makes his mind blank.

"so spoilt. you don't even say please." there is a shakiness to his voice. you have long soaked through your panties, your dripping cunt has left a wet patch on his shorts. but you do not stop for a second, you seem to rub along him more.

"please, toru." you say it so sweetly. satoru swears he would go to the ends of the earth for you as long as you spoke to him this way. for as long as you give him an ounce of your attention, he would do anything for you.

in fact, you do not have to spare him a glance for him to be at your beck and call. you possess him, mind, body and soul. he feels like he exists solely to be with you.

sometimes he thinks you know it all too well. satoru gazes at you with anticipation but everything you do drives him insane. your fingers encircle his wrist, guiding it to your cheek. you bat your eye lashes at him like the most precious thing he has ever witnessed. light kisses meet his palm before your lips press against the tip of his thumb.

he breathes hard, cock pulsing as your spit sodden mouth slowly sinks down on it. he feels the warmness of your mouth, spit and your heated tongue surrounding him. it is enough to make his teeth grit, your lips enclose around the base, sucking down as your muscle laves along it.

you hear the hitch in satoru's breathe and you are so close you feel it as you bob your head.

"you drive me insane." the words are gravelly. he squeezes your hip and you continue to rock along him. the feeling of his heady erection while you grind on him has your insides clenching down with need. you meet his eyes and satoru's pupils are blown so wide they almost appear black.

you look too pretty like this. it is moments like this where he knows without a doubt you are too good for him. you are like a gorgeous doll he should not have the honor of even seeing but here you are, in his lap, saying you want him. you are akin to an angel but with his thumb in your mouth, you are temptation incarnate.

he presses down on the wriggling muscle and your lips part. beads of saliva slowly trickle down his arm. satoru needs to touch you everywhere, he needs to be inside you. satoru needs you like he needs air.

he traces spit over the seam of your mouth, he is painfully hard. you etch away at any self control he has. his brows furrow, long white lashes fluttering before he cups the back of your head and brings you into a desperate kiss. your breasts press to his bare chest, there is no space between you.

satoru has no resolve, not when he can feel your cunt rubbing over him. not when he can feel how wet and soaking you are.

the kiss grows sloppier by the second. your teeth knock, it is all open mouthed and hungry. satoru kisses like he never wants to let you go, like he needs to memorise your mouth and make it his own.

satoru kisses like he loves you to the moon and back.

you whine. you wish he did not kiss this way. you wish he did not take hold of your heart and make you crave him as infinitely as you do.

your hands find purchase in his hair, gliding through the tresses and making them more disheveled. his tongue coaxes over yours, it is a messy exchange of spit while you crave to be closer. you want to be closer than his tongue greedily moving against yours and his hands on your skin.

you get so caught up in him, in how much bigger he is than you, every groove and curve of his built body, his pretty smiles and his stupid jokes. when he kisses you, all you think about is how perfect you fit together.

satoru nips your bottom lip as you separate. he enraptures you so effectively that you throw caution to the wind. you do not care how wrong this is. right now, he is yours to have.

"you like rubbing your little cunt all over me? feels good doesn't it?" his calloused hand slips beneath your shirt to caress your body. you dumbly nod your head, satoru tugs the edge of the fabric up, he raises it to your mouth and you bite down like this is what you were made for. "but i know you want more." he speaks gruffly.

his takes in the sight of your bare breasts exposed for his prying eyes. throbbing into your slick cunt because you humping his bulge makes him see black. his digits grip your flesh, he wants to leave marks over every inch of you. his tongue flicks out to lick your lips as he trails them up your ribcage and clutches the mounds of your breasts.

you mewl, your lashes fluttering and lips swollen from kissing. you roll down on his aching erection with intensified vigor.

"got such pretty tits, babe." he puffs, his breath meets your skin and you shiver. there appears to be nothing between your ears beyond satoru. he pinches your perked nipples, rolling them under his pad before he leans in, glimpsing up at you because he knows the way your face will contort. satoru could never tire at the sight of you moaning with barely opened eyes as his mouth encloses your nipple.

you are too turned on to think. his hand gropes your other breast while his tongue rolls your nipple. he messily sucks with a wet smack before his lips meet the flesh. he leaves marks all along your chest, licking and biting while his large palms fondle your tits.

satoru has a nasty habit of leaving marks regardless of how much you tell him not to. although, you never protest in the moment, you never stop him when he is committing the act despite the way you complain later. you are a hypocrite.

you thread your fingers in his white locks, sighing in contentment as his mouth makes their way across your skin. his cock provides delicious friction on your stiffened clit.

he leans back, his abs straining and his muscles flexing. you have him on the edge of his withering self control. "you're too fucking sexy. can't get enough of you." he caresses every inch of your body, pleased with the marks left.

he flashes you a smile though it is overtaken by the throes of concupiscence. "think you're wet enough to take my cock?" truthfully, you want him filling you to the brim and you have no patience. you want your satoru, you want him inside you where he belongs. 

you jolt as he brushes the edge of your panties. "we should find out." you pause your movements, gripping his bicep while his large palm slips under the fabric. the wet material pulls away as he cups your cunt. he lowly whistles, "who is this slutty hole leaking so much for?"

you are short circuiting. his fingers collect the stick liquid from your slit, sliding between your lips before he presses down on your clit. your eyes slightly roll. it is when he starts rubbing circles on it do you tremble.

the shirt falls from your lips in favor of moaning. "for you, toru. always for you." your hips chase after the caress of his dexterous fingers. you swear you almost cry when he removes them.

his eyes find your glassy ones, your insides practically leak more liquid as he makes a show of taking his digits into his mouth and lewdly licking them.

"tastes like heaven." he tuts, he looks too pretty to be real. he draws closer to wetly kiss you, the slick muscle of his tongue licking into your mouth. you are sharing the same air as he wetly parts from you. "i wanted to fuck you in my shirt cause you make it look so good but nothing looks better than you naked." he pulls it over your head.

you do not have time to react before his mouth meets yours and his hand slips beneath your panties once more. his proficient fingers slide between your folds, completely drenched by you. he prods your entrance and your back arches as he slowly presses a digit inside your gummy walls.

you whimper into his mouth, his grip on you more voracious. he wants to keep you with him always. he leans down to lave his tongue over your neck, his teeth nipping the skin. your breathing is uneven, he pulls out of you, another finger swiping along your pussy before he thrusts them in.

he does not stop even as you writhe, he shoves in to his knuckle, your cunt leaking all over him.

his lips press to your ear, he sends you spiralling in delirium. "you're so tight, fuck, how am i supposed to fuck you properly when your little hole won't let me in?"

he pumps into your slit, your insides vice and clamping down on his uncontrollably. wet squelching sounds meet your ear, it feels too good. he sinks in so deep and messes with your head. he strokes every mind muddling spot inside you.

he is already well acquainted with your body and he uses it to his advantage. he uses it to fill your thoughts with only him. "holy shit, baby. can't keep this pussy from me." as if you ever could. he pounds his fingers into you until drool is dripping down your jaw and all you can say is his name.

it falls from your lips like the only scripture you believe in. your nails knot in his hair, shifting your hips to meet his deliberate movements. it is all messy and sticky between your legs where he thrusts into your hole enough to have you shaking.

"you're fucking yourself on my fingers. love it, don't you?" you want to cry, from the sound of his voice to the debauched look in his eyes.

you dumbly nod your head, looking down to see him pumping inside you beneath your panties. his palm grinds into your stilted bundle of nerves. he touches you with expertise, he fucks your hole open with prowess.

he only fucks into you harder and faster. until your body is tensing and your thighs flex. "i'll give you my cock after." your chest heaves, satoru is yours. he has to be. you kiss him, messy and desperate.

you touch every inch of his skin that you can reach. you need more, you need to be closer to him.

"now, give me it now, toru." you whine in his face before your head hangs. breathy moans escaping you as his fingers are endlessly stuffed inside you.

your cunt aches to be filled. you ache to have him again and again.

"i'd give you everything, baby." his fingers slowly exit you. it is unbearable how empty you feel. your hips roll against him instinctively, his fingers find your lips coating them in your slick. you eyes are all watery as you take them so far in your mouth you wetly gag.

he slowly takes them away instead grasping your throat to pull you into him. his hand is so big he practically engulfs your neck completely. his tongue fills your mouth, a deep rumble in his throat as he grips your ass.

satoru wonders what you get out of being like this besides making him obsessed with you. how much more do you want? he would give you it all, he would rip out his heart and drop it in your lap if it meant being yours forever.

"toru." satoru wants to hear you say it always. he wants to hear your pretty voice and have you look only at him.

he reaches down to free his cock from the confines of his shorts. his teeth grit, he is so hard it hurts.

your hand wraps around him and his body tenses. he swears he could cum from the softness of your hand. from how little it looks around him.

his cock is hot to the touch, the mushroom tip is blushed and dripping pre cum. you collect it with your thumb before stroking down the thickness of his girth. you feel every vein under your palm. all that you have already licked and touched.

"m'going to lose it when i get in that tight pussy." he rasps.

you look up at him with the most innocuous expression but your words are not. "i want you to lose it." you tempt him, you shred every bit of sanity he ever possessed.

surely he does lose it.

his thumb pulls your panties to the side, his hand replaces yours. you jolt when he taps his leaking tip on your sensitive clit. all the air seems to leave you, it is hard to swallow the saliva in your mouth as his head drags along your slit.

your gummy walls are craving it. your body shakes when it breaches your cunt. satoru curses at the heat that engulfs him, he curses at how your liquids coat him.

"pretty baby, doing so good." he rolls your clit as he shifts his hips up to shove into you more.

your walls are pulled apart because of him, they clamp down at the intrusion but your slick covers him the more he enters you. you are shaking.

it feels too good, the pressure in your stomach, the length of him opening you up to take every inch. his cock pulses, your toes curl. he is too much for you but you would do anything to keep him.

your pussy slurps on him, it is a complete mess. almost as much of a mess as he reduces you to.

he rubs quickened circles on your buzzing clit, leaving wet kisses to your skin. it burns with every inch of his thick girth being shoved into you.

when your pelvis meets his with a drenched smack, your lips part in a whine.

"you gonna ride me or do you want me to fuck you?" he sucks on your skin. you already know there are too many marks to count.

"fuck me, fuck me." you do not have any strength in your body, not when he took it all.

"such a spoilt girl." he coos, he flashes you the prettiest smile. you have no coherency. satoru is perfection incarnate and he is inside you. he has your pussy filled to the brim and soaking him completely. his cock warms you from the inside out.

you lean back to rest your palms on his knees, your eyes focused on where his cock is in you. your insides squeeze down uncontrollably, you feel every inch of him.

satoru's eyes are dark, he touches over your sternum and breasts. every bit of your skin he skims over feels heated. his fingers find your waist, squeezing the flesh as he slowly slips out.

strands of liquid cover his cock, you are a mess and it is all his fault. you cry when he slams back inside and every ridge of his veiny member impresses on your walls.

when he starts pounding his swollen cock into you, your nails dig into his skin. you swear you feel him in your stomach. it is so nasty, the way your cunt wraps around him, the way your liquids splatter every time he slams back into you.

it feels too good, you gasp. tears leak down your cheeks and your body jolts with the weight of his thrusts. your breasts bounce, your thighs trembling.

the muscles of his forearms jump, the veins more visible. his palms are so rough but the way satoru touches you it is like you are made of glass. it is one big juxtaposition, he fucks into your cunt with no regard but his hands caress you like you are precious.

"c'mere." he cannot take any space right now. he tugs you into him, he is too big compared to you. he holds your body to him, a thin layer of perspiration has coated his skin.

your arms wrap around his shoulders to keep him close, you are grasping for something to keep you lucid.

"it's too big for you, huh? but you take my cock so well. you let me stretch you out until you're crying. it's okay, it's yours. you have to take it cause it's yours." you are drooling and your nose is all snotty but satoru finds it so adorable.

he covers your mouth, satoru kisses are different when he has you like this. they are borderline obsessive. like he needs your lips to know his and no one else's.

he ruts up into you, he has learnt your body so well he knows exactly how to leave you moaning and writhing against him. his cock head prods deep inside you, sliding along every spot that makes you brainless.

satoru smiles into the kiss, all while his hands lay claim on your body and he kisses you intensely because he only ever wants you to think of him.

"look so fucking gorgeous when you're getting fucked." you cannot find it in yourself to care that this is wrong. your moral compass is disoriented once satoru is near you.

satoru groans as he pumps his hips, your pussy is too good. too tight, too wet. you fit around him like you were only ever made for him.

consequences be damned, satoru wants you.

your sweet moans fill his ear and he is high off of everything associated with you. he plunges into hot silky walls over and over, creamy liquid collecting around his base and dripping down his balls.

your pussy splatters slick as he thrusts his heady cock. it throbs and pulses along your walls.

your scent, your smile but mostly the way you make him feel has satoru's heart belonging to you. it belonged to you a long time coming.

he grips the flesh of your thighs, mesmerised by the sight of your cunt getting pulled apart by his length. you writhe and tremble. you make crying look exquisite.

his strokes are hard and calculated. he has already ruined you for anyone else.

"you're mine, you're mine. all fucking mine." it has the tears streaming more. you are not. but you want to be.

having your vice pussy wrapped around him and you in his space. you in his apartment that only feels like home when you are here.

he ruts into you steadily, the way you constantly squeeze around him has his eyes threatening to close.

"s' too much. going too deep." you brokenly speak, drooling as your hands press to his stiff chest and your hips shift.

"don't run from it. you wanted it, remember? was practically begging me to fuck you." his arms wind on your waist, tugging you flush to him. your breasts mushed to his chest and your pussy gushing on his cock. he fills you over and over, you lose it the longer he does.

he pecks the corner of your mouth before your nuzzling your nose. satoru wants more, more of you because he can never get enough.

"baby, baby. fuck, what are you doing to me?" you are crying, you are falling apart right on his cock but satoru is there to put you back together. he always is.

he anchors his hold on your body, bringing you down on his cock every time he fucks into your weeping slit with reckless abandon. your nails claw down the ripples of his back muscles as it grows more intense. it is sinful, the wet squelching that comes from you getting filled.

your body trembles, moaning continuously. the knot in your stomach grows more intense, your gummy insides tightening up enough to make satoru groan.

"c'mon cum for me. want to feel it." and you do. you cream along his cock, you tighten and cum so hard your vision blurs. satoru does not stop fucking you.

he shoves his thick length into you while you cry, while you shake and desperately hold him.

his fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, his forehead pressing to your shoulder. the thick strands of hair are damp with sweat. his cock head twitches inside you, aching for release. the rhythm of his hips is lost, he slams up into you with sloppy movements. his breathing is ragged.

he holds you so tight you feel it stinging your skin, he holds you like he never wants to let you go. "gonna cum, m'gonna cum." his voice is pitched up and airy.

every single defined muscle on his frame flexes. every single one of them contort. "need to fill you up." he sounds perverse. your eyes tightly shut when he slams hard into you, his stuttering hips flush to yours and heated strands of viscous cum flood your insides.

he only grips you harder. "you're too good." he curses, his hips pumping shallowly as the onslaught of cum pools from his tip along your walls.

you are both breathing heavily, your body limply melds onto him. desperately hugging him. his mouth leaves a flurry of kisses to your skin before he nuzzles his nose to your cheek. "baby." you want to cry, you already are.

your vision is blurred by tears but satoru swipes them away. you find him, him with messy hair and blushed cheeks. him with the most comforting smile and eyes you always lose yourself in.

"i adore you." he pecks your lips, you find yourself leaning closer when he pulls back.

"i adore you too." you brokenly whisper. it sounds an awful lot like love.

i love you.

you absolutely cannot say it.

did you guys see satoru in the jjk trailer ??? i'm losing my mind

AND i'm sooo happy that you guys liked the first chapter, i hope this one was enjoyable !!

[carefreecoffee]

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚Soulmate AU: Tamaki Amajiki x Reader˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Word count: 767, Gender-neutral reader

Soulmate AU: Gray to color: Until you lock eyes with your soulmate, your hold word is in hues of gray.

The sun had yet to come out. The sky was gloomy and dark, at least that's all that Tamaki could see. He sighs as he makes his way down the bustling sidewalk of the morning. People coming and going from work and getting out of school. 

His trip to the convenience store was a rather quick one in an attempt to beat the weather but alas he could not defy nature. He held his umbrella low upon his head and the bag in his other as rain continued to thump against the sheer material of his umbrella. 

Shuffling through the crowds was a feat but as he came to a crosswalk, he had a chance to catch his breath. The puddles beneath his feet splashing slightly as the signal changed to a walking man. As he makes his way onto the opposite side of the street, he picks up his speed just wanting to be back in the comfort of his warm dorm. 

The people lessen and his heart rate slows. The gray all around him became deafening. It was never an unheard thing to live colorless until you had found your soulmate. Everyday it seemed to eat him alive. It was something he had never been able to shove down. The hardships he had to face in battle due to not knowing one color from another. 

To find his soulmate was something he had both been excited and eager for but also scared and afraid of what they might think of him. Just because he's their soulmate doesn't mean they will like him right? He succumbs to his thoughts, not seeing as he bumps into someone else upon the pavement. 

“Oumph!” 

He flinches back and looks at the figure on the ground, with a shaky hand he reaches out, “O-oh m-my gosh i am so sorry! P-please let me help you up.” He drops the bag in his hand as he holds his umbrella over you. You stand up, still covering yourself as you escape the rain briefly. You see as your umbrella had fallen just a few feet away, picking it up with a sigh. 

“N-no no it's my fault.  Apologize sir-” Your eyes meet his and suddenly you feel… elated. A weird feeling arises in your chest as your eyes meet his small widened ones. His beautiful hair- his… his hair! It's actually a color! Your eyes wander from his pale skin to his dark hair and how murky the sky actually was but it was less dull then the everlasting gray hues you had been subjected to. You freeze and see that he had noticed way earlier than you.his eyes scanning around him, around you, on you tracing your hair and stature. He seems to be shaking. 

You reach forward and whisper, “Are… you my..” He nods slightly, still taking in the whole situation. You feel your cheeks flush.‘This guy was so cute!’ He shakes his head and bows. “I am s-so so sorry i didnt mean to run into you like that. I hope you can forgive me.” You panic and place your free hand on his shoulder. 

“Woah hey no no it's fine really. I-i think knowing who you are made up for it enough already.” you send him a smile as his face meets yours. “Im Y/N, Y/N L/N. What's your name?” He stands up straight again, “Tamaki, Tamaki Amajiki.” The faintest smile reaches his lips as you nod and take out your phone. 

“It's getting pretty bad out here but I would love to talk to you more, Amajiki. May I have your number?” He frantically nods and tries to type his number in without the rain interfering. 

Afterwards you smile and pick up his bag, passing it to him. “It was very nice to meet you, Amajiki.” His face flushes. “It was so nice to meet you Y/N and please, call me Tamaki.” He takes the bag from your hand, grazing it a bit as you walk past him. He is perpetually stunned until his phone breaks him out of it. 

“It was a joy to meet you, Tamaki. I hope to see you again soon, i’d love to explore new colors with you :)”

He's almost in tears. Not just from knowing he had found his soulmate but also from the overstimulation from the new colors surrounding him. It was like you had actually brought the light into his life. He knew he would be just fine with you as long as it meant he could spend those moments in colorful bliss.

[lostbookmark]

MDNI 18+

WHISPERED SECRETS Masterlist

Summary: A series of quick flashbacks of your early years with Yoongi. 

Pairing: Sister's Boyfriend Yoongi x F. Reader

Warnings: Toxic Parent and sister relationship, underage drinking, swearing, light making out, crying. 

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You want to pull out your hair as you reread the question in the booklet that you have laid out on your desk. Right turns: When making a right turn onto a two-way street from another two-way street, which lane should you end up in? 

“AHHH!” You actually scream and bang your head on the desk in your bedroom. “Ow.”

“What are you doing?” Your sister asks from your doorway. 

“Studying for my permit,” you answer her while not bothering to turn around and look at her. You think you gave yourself a bump on the head.  You bring your hand up to check and see.

“Why are you stressing out? It's not like it's even that hard and it's multiple choice. Anyway, I wanted to introduce you to my boyfriend.” she tells you. 

You turn around in your chair and see a boy standing next to your sister.  He's just a bit taller than her, dark hair, pale skin, he's cute. Oh, shit. There’s a cute boy in your room. Your eyes quickly scan your bedroom floor, hoping that you don't have anything embarrassing out…like underwear. 

“I'm Yoongi,” he says. You gulp, his voice is deep.

“Y/N,” you say softly and give him a small smile. 

“Anyway, let's go. We actually have stuff to do. Calm down, or you will make yourself fail by freaking out.” your sister is such a bitch. 

“You should encourage her,” Yoongi said, but she just rolled her eyes and lightly pushed him out of your doorway. You sigh. This is going to be a long night.  Your test is tomorrow. You're screwed. She's right. You're going to fail. 

Yoongi had stayed for dinner. Your mom was bombarding him with questions the whole time. What were you majoring in?  Do you stay in the dorms? Do you have a job?  Since your sister started college, your mother seems to think she needs to know every single detail about her life when she is not home, and you guess it includes her boyfriend's life too, apparently. You sneak a peek at Yoongi and smirk. You can tell that he is annoyed. Welcome to the club, dude. You get up from the table with your study booklet and leave for the backyard. No one even says anything to you. They never do. You settle down on a white wicker couch to reread it for the hundredth time. You've been reading it over and over again, but everything is just running together now. 

“Are you okay?” A deep voice asked. You physically jumped in shock and might have let out a squeak. “Sorry, sorry I didn't mean to scare you.”

“It's okay,” you tell Yoongi while fiddling with your booklet, your heart still racing. “What are you doing out here?” 

“They started talking about pageant dresses or something,” he sighed and sat next to you on the wicker couch. “You need some help? I can quiz you?” 

“Oh, um…I…I don't want to bother you,” you mumble. Yoongi held out his hand, and you gave him the booklet after a moment of hesitation.

“Okay, school buses,” he starts. You wonder why he wants to help you. He doesn't even know you, but you're happy. You're happy your sister found someone who seems like he might be great. He'll be good for her.

You smile, looking at the permit in your hands. You can not believe that you had actually passed. Your sister was actually right. The test wasn't that hard, and you were panicking for nothing. Your best friends Jisoo and Lisa met you at the DMV to take their test as well. Jisoo passed, and Lisa well…she tried her best. You and Jisoo try not to laugh, but Lisa is pissed and it's kind of funny. 

“Yeah, that great Y/N,” your mom says half-heartedly. “Have you seen my sewing kit?” 

“Mom I did it,” you exclaim, waving your permit in the air as soon as you get back home. Yoongi and your sister were sitting on the couch. He looked at you and gave a bright, gummy smile. 

“When can you take me driving?” You ask him. 

Your smile falls, and you look back at Yoongi. Something crosses his face, but you're not too sure what it was. As your dad walks through the door, you turn your attention toward him instead.

“Your mom will have to,” he tells you as he walks by. “I don't have time right now. I need to get back to the office.” 

“Oh, okay,” you whisper. You still feel Yoongi's eyes still on you. They feel like they are burning straight into your soul. You feel embarrassed. You feel defeated.

“I'll take you,” he says, getting up. “Give me your phone. I'll give you my number, just let me know when you want to start.” 

“Really?” You ask him excitedly. You hear your sister scoff. “Thank you.”

“Don't laugh. I hit all the cones, Yoongi. Every single one…I flattened them.” You want to cry, and he's just laughing. 

He's laughing at you. His shoulders are shaking, and he’s doubled over laughing in the passenger seat. Your hands grip the steering wheel as you glare at him. This is the second time that he has taken you to practice.  Your sister came the first time, but her criticism made you too nervous, and you started to cry before you could actually do anything. Yoongi told her that she couldn't come anymore.

“I'm sorry,” he said, clearing his throat, and he started laughing again. “I'm sorry. Listen, you have to get through learning how to park first before I take you on the road. I will go and pop the cones back up, and you're going to just breathe and calm down. We will go out to eat out after if you can do it this time.” 

“Okay,” you say. “Can we get chicken from Chic 'n’ Wings?”

“Sure,” he agrees.  You smile and try your luck.

“..... and extra rolls?” He rolls his eyes with a smile and gets out of the car. He fixes the cones, and you take a deep breath. You can do this, you do this for the rolls….and you do.

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Math. You hate math, it's boring and your teacher kind of smells like cheese. You're good at math, but you hate it. Numbers never intimidated you like a lot of other kids, you know. Lisa says it makes you a geek. You've seen her test scores. She's just as good as you are, but she lies about it. You wonder why she always lies about her grades. Is she afraid that the popular boys won't like her? Do boys not want to date geeks? Great, you'll never have a boyfriend. 

“Hey,” Yoongi says, snapping his finger in front of your face. 

“What?” you answer, looking at him. 

“Do you need help? I suck at math, but I think we can figure it out,” he tells you, looking over your shoulder at your math book. 

He's nice, too nice to you. You don't understand how your sister found someone like him. That's a lie you do. She's beautiful and smart, what boy wouldn't want her? You..you look like a potato. Not just a regular potato but one that has those things growing out of them. 

“Yoongi, let’s go, I'm hungry,” your sister whines. “She's 16. You can't baby her.”

“We can wait until she's done,” Yoongi tells her, and she huffs.

“I'm fine, Yoongi.” You tell him with a smile. “Go ahead. If I don't finish, I can always copy off Wonwoo.”  He stares at you for a second before getting up. You turn and look at them. “Where are you going? Can you bring me back something?” 

“NO! My boyfriend isn't going to pay for you,” your sister snaps.

“I have money,” you tell her. “I can use my birthday money.”

“No,” she says and walks to the door. 

“Go to the car. It's unlocked. I forgot my wallet upstairs,” Yoongi tells her. Once she's out the door, he turns to you. “What do you want?” You beam at him. 

“Anything that can fit in your coat pocket,” you whisper conspire with him.  He pursed his lips in thought and gave you a nod. He walks out, and you turn back to your homework. Yeah, copying Wonwoo sounds like a better option. 

A few hours later, Yoongi snuck into your room and handed you mozzerella sticks and a slider. He wouldn't take your money.

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The light in your closet isn't the best for drawing, but it's better than your mom coming in and seeing you do it. She hates it, and you never understood why. She says that you need to spend more time studying, going outdoors, and being with friends. She tells you how art is just a dream and that it won't actually get you anywhere. You laugh to yourself, your grades are near perfect, and your friends…Lisa is always grounded, and Jisoo is so sheltered. She can barely go anywhere without her parents. Your closet is quiet. It's just you and Marilyn in here. You can't get her left eye right.  This is pathetic. You're spending your 17th birthday in a closet…talking to your drawing. 

“Y/N?” You hear Yoongi call out for you.

“I'm here,” you answer back, not bothering to leave your sanctuary.  

“Where are you?” He asks with a chuckle. 

“Closet,” you answer back. You're going to wear a hole in the paper if you keep erasing. The closet door opens, and Yoongi gives you a bright smile.  “Hi,” you say and look back at Marilyn.

“You draw? I didn't know that,” he said and knelt down to you sitting on his knees. “It's really good.”

“Don't tell anyone. Please?” You ask, and he tilts his head at you in contemplation. 

“I won't,” he promises and digs into a bag he brought in with him. In his hand, he produces a cupcake with blue and pink icing. He places a yellow striped candle in the middle and proceeds to light it.  “Make a wish,” he holds it for you in front of your face. 

You close your eyes and wonder what to wish for. To get better in art, to finally get a boyfriend, maybe one like Yoongi. Maybe you should wish for your parents' love and attention. Taking a breath, you blow out your candle…you don't wish for anything. 

“Happy birthday,” Yoongi whispers and kisses your cheek. 

Shit! There’s butterflies in your stomach, and you try not to blush. You can't like him. He is not yours to like.

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“What are you all dressed up for?” Your sister asks you.  Your turn to look at her. Yoongi is beside her like always, except he looks at you like….. you're not sure, but it feels different. 

You thrifted your dress. Not really, Lisa let you borrow it. You told your mom about getting a date for homecoming. She said she would take you dress shopping and out to lunch…she must have forgotten. The dress is a light pink and might be a little tight….okay it's very tight, but it looks fine…in fact, your boobs look amazing. You just might not be able to breathe all night. Lisa told you just to take shallow breaths, and you'll be fine. You shouldn't pass out. You trust her. She wears tight clothes all the time. You're happy your parents weren't home tonight. Your dads company dinner was supposedly more important. There was no way your mom would let you out in this dress if she saw it. You know she wouldn't deem it as ladylike. 

You head downstairs to wait for your date. You couldn't believe Wooseok had asked you. You blushed and stuttered through your acceptance, embarrassing yourself. You think he only asked because Lisa is going with his friend Kino. It's fine because you're going to have fun even if it's a pity date. 

“Homecoming,” you answer her. “I'm waiting for my date.” 

“Date?” she questions. “Did you pay him?” She chuckles at her own joke.

“Don't say that,” Yoongi told her. He looked mad. “Anyone would be lucky to go with her. You look beautiful. “  

“Don't lie to her,” your sister says, rolling her eyes. You think one day they might get stuck back there. 

The ringing of the doorbell breaks the tension in the room. Yoongi looks at you and smirks. He bolts to the door. You try to cut him off but stumble in the damn heels that you're wearing. He laughs, dodging your reach, and opens the door with a glare on his face.

“Can I help you?” he tried his best to sound bored. 

“Uhhh, is Y/N here?” Wooseok asks. You try to shove Yoongi out of the way, but he holds onto the door jamb. 

“Yoongi, move,” you demand.

“What time is the dance over?” Yoongi asks Wooseok.

“Ummm….11 I think,” Wooseok answers.

“Okay, have her home by 9:30,” Yoongi tells him, and you hit his arm. You finally manage to move him. 

“Don't listen to him. Let's go,” you say and look back at Yoongi when you get outside. You want to flip him off. You almost do it, but you don't. 

“Who was that?” Wooseok asks as he opens the car door for you.

“That’s just Yoongi.”

                                                           

Woosoek shoves his tongue in your mouth. His hands are pawing at you in that tight ass dress. Is this what kissing is supposed to be like, so much…..spit? You're not gonna lie. It's kind of gross. Lisa and Kino are right next to you behind the equipment shed on the football field in a similar position. You go along with it, not wanting to ruin the little party you were invited to. Wooseok pulls back and reaches into his jacket. He pulls out a slim bottle with dark liquid. You've never drank before. 

“Whiskey,” he tells you and kisses you again.  He moves to attach his lips to your neck and sucks pretty hard…it kind of hurts. 

Kino pulls away from Lisa and takes the bottle from him. Taking the first drink, he hands it to Lisa. She looks at you but doesn't hesitate and takes a drink as well. She coughs and rubs her chest. They guys laugh at her, and she joins in the laughter with them. Wooseok goes next, then you. 

“It's okay, sweets,” Lisa whispers. “It wasn't that bad.” 

Taking a drink of the dark liquid was awful, and it burned. You start coughing, and Wooseok claps your back. It was... it was that bad. Kino takes the bottle from you, and it gets passed around again and again.  Wooseok kisses you again, way, way more spit this time. You wish Jisoo were here. She wouldn't have let this happen. You don't feel so good.

“Fuck, sweets. What do we do?” Lisa slurs at you. Your dates are passed out.

“I'll call Yoongi,” you tell her. Your vision can barely focus on your phone screen. “He'll get us.” 

“Noooooo, he haaaattteeesss meeeee,” she whines. You don't listen and make the call. 

“Y/N?” Yoongi answers the phone. 

“Yoongi, don't be mad.”you try to plead with him. 

“Heeee haaaatttteeeesssss meeee,” Lisa wails in the background, and you start crying.

“What the hell is going on?” he asks.

“We’ve been drinking,” you cry. “I don't feel good.” 

“Are you okay?” Yoongi asks. “Where are you?” 

It didn't take him that long to find you. You can hear bickering, and your heart stops. He brought your sister with him. Their argument is getting louder the closer they approach. Lisa passed out not long ago, your stomach is turning, dates still snoring.

“Grab Lisa,” Yoongi tells your sister. 

“Why can't you grab Lisa?” she hisses at him. 

“Can you just not fight me for once,” he hissed back.

Your body gets picked up off the ground. You moan, and your stomach flips. Yoongi pulls you closer to him as you rest your head against him and walks quickly as he can to the car. He doesn't say anything. He just carries you. He places you in the back seat and rolls the window down for you. 

“I have to go and help with Lisa. If you throw up…aim for the window,” Yoongi tells you and surries off to help your sister. You can hear her bitching at him again.  A cool breeze comes through the opened window, you breathe it in,  You're causing problems and you hate yourself for it.

The sunlight streaming through your windows hurts your head. You spent most of the night on the floor in your bathroom. The cool tiles felt good against your pounding head. You hear the garage door open. Your parents must have left for the farmers market, which means it's still early. You drag yourself out of bed and head downstairs. You hope maybe some water will help. 

“Still alive?” You jump in shock and gasp. Fuck, you hand goes to your head, it really freaking hurts. “Do you know how worried I was when I heard you crying?” Yoongi asked.  

“I'm sorry,” you whisper. “My sister is mad at you for helping…”

“No, don't worry about that,” he cuts you off and walks up to you. He grabs your head gently and turns it ever so slightly to the side and hums. 

“What?” you ask. He brings up his phone camera, and you look. “Oh.”  A huge ugly purplish mark on the skin of your neck. 

“Did it go any further than that?” he asks, and you shake your head no. “Go back to sleep.” he tells you and walks off. 

You think he's disappointed in you, and that hurts.

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It's finally into your senior year. You turned 18 not too long ago. When you walked into your room, you saw a single cupcake with a candle stuck in the middle. A note, with a match sitting by it on your bed. Picking up the note, you smile to yourself.

Make a wish, MYG. 

Yoongi didn't forget. It's been so long since you have seen him or your sister. He moved out of the dorms at college last winter and into his own apartment. Your sister pretty much pretty much lives with him. They don’t come home that often, but you don't blame them. This place sucks.  But he didn't forget.

Your mom, who had been a stay at home mom for as long as you can remember, decided to go back to work. She said she found it hard to stay home in such an empty house. Thanks! She must have forgotten that you still lived there. She, of course, had been too busy to do anything for you. Jisoo's family had made you a birthday dinner that night. You were happy to have friends who actually had caring parents.  This birthday, however, you did make a wish as you blew out your candle. You wished to get the hell out of here. 

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Christmas break flew by, and you go back to school tomorrow. You are screwed, you have become very lazy this year and you didn't finish your science homework. Strike that, you didn't even start and it's already 10:30 at night. You walk quietly to your sister's room, where she and Yoongi are staying. They were just there for the weekend. You listen for a second before you slowly open the door. Your sister was sound asleep, and Yoongi was typing away at his phone. The bright light illuminated his face. 

“Psss,” you say quietly. Yoongi's eyes fly to you, then to your sister's sleeping form. You wave him over to you. 

“Don't you have school tomorrow? You should be sleeping,” he lightly scolds you.

“I need help on a science project. I need a diorama of the solar system,” you explain.

“How much have you done?” He crosses his arms, waiting for you to answer. 

“None,” you answer, and his eyes narrow.

“When's it due?” he's suspicious.

“Tomorrow,” you say quietly, and his eyes widen. “Please, please, please.”  He sighs in defeat.

“I can't get this fucking sun to stay up,” his growls and his eyes look to you. “Sorry, don't swear, it's not a good habit.” 

“I have a hot glue gun,” you tell him.

“I don't think that will work,” he says. “ I think it might be too heavy.”

You two have been working on this for hours now. You look at your alarm clock and see it's well past midnight. You hadn't been completely unprepared,  you had all the supplies. You just needed help with painting the foam balls….and attaching the strings to rods….attaching the actual rods. Shit, you're screwed. 

“What's going on?” Your mom asks as she opens the door. “Why are you in her room?” 

“She needed help,” Yoongi told her, going back to fiddle with the rod holding sun.

“Y/N, I told you to do that a week ago. You are so irresponsible. How the hell are you going to get through college and all the work that comes with that? Did you even apply yet?”  She is mad. 

“Yoongi, come back to bed,” your sister says, tiredly walking into the room. 

“We are almost done,” he told them. 

“Go, Yoongi,” your mom demands. “If she fails….she can fail alone.”

“THAT'S NOT FAIR,” he yells, he never yells. Your sister walks in and grabs his arm. He tries to pull out of her grasp, but she doesn't let him. She pulls him out of the room. He looks at you. It seems like he wants to say something, but the door shuts in his face. 

“You need to stay away from him.  Your sister needs his attention, not you. Tomorrow after school, we will fill out applications.  You'll go for accounting ... .you don't have a choice anymore.” With that, your mom left your room, and you cried yourself to sleep to the sounds of Yoongi and your sister arguing. 

The damn sun still won't stay up. You lug the diorama into your science class by yourself. You are just happy that the rest of it is still standing. 

“Your sun fell,” Lisa points out the obvious while smacking her gum. 

“Yoongi, couldn't get it to stay up,” you tell her, and she bursts out laughing at the insinuation, but you don't find it funny at all. 

“Sorry, ummm, let me think,” she takes a look around and blows a bubble. “Oh, try this.” She shoves a piece of gum in your mouth. You chew it as fast as you can as she grabs Chan and does the same to him. “Chew, Chan, Chew!” Poor Chan, he looked scared of her but did as he was told.

The three of you chew away and she holds out her hand. She spits her gum into it and motions for the two of you to do the same…gross….but you do it. She pieces the used gum together and molds it around the rod to stick it to the side of your cardboard.  It sticks….kind of.  You hope your teacher will get to you quickly. He eventually does, you get B….it's a good day. 

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You had listened to your mom and just stopped hanging around the house if Yoongi or your sister were there. Lisa's house became your new sanctuary.  Her parents were awesome and loved you.  

“Did you see Jackson slip and fall at assembly today,” Lisa laughed as you guys walked around the park after dinner. 

“It's not funny,” you laugh. “He's sweet.”

“Y/N,” you heard a voice shout your name. A deep voice, you knew who it belonged to. 

You look around and spot Yoongi at the basketball courts with a group of guys. You don't see your sister anywhere. Lisa nudges you forward to continue to walk, and unfortunately, you have to walk by him to get out of the park. You quickly wave as you pass by, but that was it.

“Wait,” he called out and chased after you. “Where have you been?” 

“She’s just doing what she was told,” Lisa answers . 

“What does that mean?” he asks, looking right at you.

“I was told to leave you alone,” you tell him.  You watch him crack his neck and then look back at his friends. They start calling him to come back. 

“Come hang out,” he said. “We could use a little cheering.”

“Are they cute?” Lisa asks, Yoongi ignores her and continues to look at you.

“Come on,” he said and grabbed your hand. He threaded his fingers through yours and guided you to sit on the metal bleachers overlooking the court. He tosses the ball back to his friends before turning back to you. “Cheer for me?” he asks.

“Fine,” you grumble and he runs back onto the court. Lisa nudges you several times. 

You do cheer for him. You have never seen him play before, and damn he was good. He looked so free, so happy out there playing. You're not sure if you have ever seen him like this.  Lisa was too busy flirting with the other players to really pay attention. You almost feel embarrassed to be by her right then. You wish you had her confidence, though. Yoongi heads to the benches after a little while to get some water. 

“Lisa and I need to get back,” you tell him. “It was nice seeing you.” 

“Wait,” he said, stopping you from turning around. “Who told you to stay away from me?”  You don't answer.

“Her mom,” Lisa answered. “We really have to go.” 

Lisa grabs your hand, and the two of you run to her car. You turn back and see Yoongi still standing there playing with his water bottle, still watching you.  You really miss him.  

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“Should I wear my red dress or black dress for my date with Mark tomorrow?” Lisa asks  as you two chat away on the phone. 

You lie on your bed. The end of winter was here, and the spring air moving in was nice and cool, so you had your bedroom window cracked open. The cool breeze felt good in your stuffy room. The curtains were gently moving  and you huddled down in your blankets. 

“Black,” you tell her noncommittally. “You will look fine, no matter….” Voices in the back yard cut you off. It was more than just voices. Your sister was yelling. “Lisa, I have to go.” 

You hung up the phone before she could say anything. Dropping onto the floor, you crawled to your window and slowly peeked out. Yoongi and your sister were back by the swing set.  They were definitely having some sort of argument.

“Just tell me, Yoongi,” she yells. He crosses his arms and just stares at her. “You have feelings for her, don't you? Have you been with her?” 

“Stop,” he tells her. 

“See, you can't even deny it. I can't believe you. Rose said she saw you at the courts with her. Tell me I'm wrong,” she snaps at him. Holy, shit you thought. Who the hell showed up after you left? Yoongi just crosses his arms and stares at her. He doesn't say anything at all. “I don't believe you,” she growls and storms off into the house. 

Who the hell were they talking about? You honestly didn't think Yooongi was the type to cheat. Why would your sister even think that? You watch as Yoongi runs a hand through his hair and suddenly looks at your window. You drop down and quickly army crawl back to your bed. Something is changing, and you can feel it.

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You sit in the bay window by the front door. Eyes scanning the street, keeping a lookout for the mailman. You applied to an art school months ago and now await what you hope is an acceptance letter. You have to get to it before your parents. You know there was actually no chance of you going. You just wanted the validation that you could possibly get in. 

“What's up?” Yoongi says, looking out the window with you as he peeks over your shoulder. “What are we looking for?”

“I'm waiting for the mail,” you explain. “You told me I should think about applying, and I did.” 

“Seriously,” he smiles at you.  He moves some hair out of his face. It's getting longer. “Let me know when you get it. I want to be there when you get in.”  You turn and hug him. His arms immediately wrap themselves around you as well. This hug seems a little tighter than normal, lingers just a little longer. You're not sure, but you think you feel his lips brush your shoulder. No, you must have imagined it. 

It came a few days later. You texted him but you knew he was busy with school and his job. He probably wouldn't show up and you couldn't blame him for that. You were going to give him 20 minutes before you open it. You climbed the ladder up to your old tree house, large envelope in hand. You take that as a good sign. Why would a denial come in such a big envelope?   

“I'm here, I'm here,” he says as he struggles climbing in. You can't help but snicker at him. “Shut up.”  You open the flap carefully, slowly not wanting to face the fact you could have failed at this. 

“I don't think I can do this?” You whisper and look at him with glassy eyes. 

“You can,” he tells you softly. “You got in…I know it.”

“Oh,” you say as you scan the paper you finally pulled out. 

“You did it!” Yoongi exclaims.  “I'm so proud of you. You got in! You're going to get out of here….have the life you deserve.” 

You're laughing, bouncing a little bit, and crying a lot. You reread it just to make sure and start to cry harder. You hold the acceptance letter close to your chest. You got in! Not only did you get in, but you got a partial scholarship. Maybe, just maybe you can do this.  Yoongi pulls you close and wipes your tears on his shirt. Bringing up his phone, you lean all the way into him, his arm going around you as he snaps the picture. You smile. 

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“What are you doing?” You ask her. Your backpack slides off your shoulder and down to the floor. 

Coming home from school is a time you dread. Your mom won't let you stay at Lisa's full time even though her parents wouldn't have minded. Yoongi and your sister were at home today. Come to think about it, she's been home a lot more. You wonder if they are fighting again. You send him a very small wave as you make your way to your room. Your door that you always keep shut is open. You see your mom going through your drawings.

“Art school?” she asks while snatching your acceptance letter off your desk. “Do you think I'm going to pay for this?  Imagine my surprise when I tried to help you clean your room and find this.” 

“You were snooping,” you tell her. “I didn't have that out.” 

You watch as your mom picks up your drawings off your bed. She had been in your closet. She had found your secret stash of drawings. You had hidden them on your shelf, under clothes. She's holding Marilyn up and looks at her with a sour look on her face. 

“This is what you're wasting time on?” she asks. 

“I'm not wasting my time,’” you shout. “You had no right to go through my things like that!” You hear footsteps come up the stairs. 

“It's my house, it's my things,” your mom places both hands on top of Marilyn and tears her apart. Her eye, her left eye that took you months to perfect….gone.

You want to scream, but nothing comes out. You collapse onto your knees as they give in and bring your hands to your chest. A sob finally escapes you as your mom tears into your other pieces.  You're hysterical. You can't stop. She finally took away the last thing that made you happy. The only thing that helped you get through the day living at the house.  

“I can't stop you from going to that school. Just know that if you do, you can fend for yourself and live on the street if you have to. Dreams don't get you anywhere, Y/N.” With that, your mom walked out of the room.

Gentle hands came down on your shoulders. You crawl away , grab your drawings, and hold the ruined pieces close to you.  Your shoulders shake as your body fully collapses on the floor. The remnants of your happiness soaking up your tears. 

“Y/N,” Yoongi says quietly. You say nothing. You don't react to his voice. Yoongi leans over you and scoops you up. He places you on your bed as he sits beside you, stroking your hair.  “I don't think I can fix this one.” More silent tears fall, and they keep falling. You don't even realize that you ended up falling asleep. You fell asleep with Yoongi stroking your hair as his deep voice hummed an unknown song. Not realizing that would be the last time you would see him for the next four years. Not until your 22nd birthday where everything will change. 

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[moonselune]

Shadowzel + Xan | Hatchling no more

This was a request sent by @longjohnsilverfish but I had a mad moment and hated what I wrote so I deleted the whole thing, not realising that it would delete the ask itself - whoops, anyway, enjoy!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Xan carefully eased the window open, wincing as it let out a faint creak. His heart pounded in his chest as he glanced over his shoulder, making sure Shadowheart and Lae'zel were still asleep. The house was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Confident he hadn’t been heard, he hoisted himself out, landing lightly on the grass below.

He stood still for a moment, listening, then grinned to himself. Another successful escape. He had been sneaking out for weeks now to see his girlfriend, and while he knew it was risky, the thrill of it made his heart race even faster.

Just as he turned to run toward the meeting spot, a dark figure stepped into his path. He froze, his breath catching in his throat. Even before his eyes could fully adjust, he recognized the imposing silhouette.

"Ma," he muttered under his breath. His mother stood there, arms crossed, her fierce yellow eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

"Going somewhere, hatchling?" Lae'zel’s voice was low, filled with the kind of authority that left no room for argument.

Xan scrambled to back away, his mind racing for excuses, but before he could form a coherent thought, he bumped into something—or rather, someone. Slowly, he turned his head and felt his stomach drop as his mama, Shadowheart, stood behind him, arms folded and eyebrows raised.

Trapped between his two mothers, Xan knew lying was futile. His pulse raced as he opened his mouth, trying to salvage the situation.

"I… I was just getting some fresh air?" he stammered, though even he knew how weak the excuse sounded. Lae'zel narrowed her eyes at him, while Shadowheart gave him a look that was half concern, half disappointment.

"Fresh air? At this hour?" Shadowheart asked, her tone skeptical. Xan sighed, slumping his shoulders in defeat.

"Alright, fine," he admitted. "I’ve been sneaking out… to see someone. My girlfriend."

There was a moment of tense silence, and Xan braced himself for the reprimand that was surely coming. Lae'zel’s stern expression didn’t falter, though there was a glint of something else in her eyes—curiosity, perhaps. Shadowheart, however, crossed her arms tighter, her lips thinning into a line.

"How long?" Shadowheart asked, her voice sharp. "How long have you been sneaking around behind our backs?"

"Only a few weeks," Xan said quickly, holding up his hands. "It’s not what you think! She’s not bad, or—"

"You are young," Lae'zel interrupted, her voice steady but intense. "Too young to be sneaking out in the dead of night. And too foolish to think you could do so without being caught."

"I—" Xan began to protest, but at that moment, a soft voice cut through the air.

"Xan?"

All three of them turned to see a figure emerging from the shadows near the edge of the yard. Xan’s heart leapt into his throat when he saw his girlfriend approaching, worry etched on her face. The moonlight illuminated her features, her sharp cheekbones, the pale green skin, and the familiar steely gaze of a Githyanki.

For a moment, no one spoke. Xan’s stomach churned as he glanced between his mothers and his girlfriend. He had no idea how they’d react to seeing her. Lae'zel’s eyes widened in shock for the briefest of moments before a wide grin spread across her face.

"She is Githyanki?" she asked, her voice rising in excitement. Xan blinked, caught off guard by his mother’s sudden change in demeanor.

"Uh, yeah?" he replied, unsure of what to make of the situation. Lae'zel’s grin grew even wider, and she stepped toward the girl with an approving nod.

"You choose well, Xan," she said, clapping him on the back. "A Githyanki partner—this is an honorable match. Go. Enjoy your night together."

Xan’s jaw dropped in disbelief. "Wait… what? You’re… okay with this?"

Lae'zel looked at him as if he had asked a ridiculous question. "Of course! She is strong. Fierce. It is fitting you should seek out one of our people. Go, have fun."

Shadowheart, however, was not so easily swayed. "Lae'zel!" she said, her tone incredulous. "You can’t just let him run off into the night. He’s still a child! There’s no telling what kind of trouble they’ll get into."

Lae'zel turned to her with a raised brow. "Do you not trust our son to handle himself? He is nearly a warrior, Shadowheart. Let them have their time."

Shadowheart’s lips pressed together, her protective instincts flaring. "I just don’t think it’s responsible," she argued. "He should have told us, and—"

"Enough," Lae'zel said, her tone firm but not unkind. She placed a hand on Shadowheart’s shoulder, her touch both soothing and commanding. "We do not need to coddle him. He will learn through his experiences. Let him go."

"But Lae’zel—" Shadowheart started, but she was quickly silenced as Lae'zel leaned in and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

"Shush, my heart," Lae'zel murmured, guiding Shadowheart away from Xan and his girlfriend with a gentle hand. "We must give them space. Come, let us return to bed."

Shadowheart still looked uncertain, her eyes darting between Xan and Lae'zel. "But what if something happens? What if—"

"They will be fine," Lae'zel assured her, her voice calm yet firm. "Trust him. And trust her."

Xan stood there, half in shock, watching the interaction between his mothers. His heart pounded in his chest, half relieved and half anxious as he saw Shadowheart relent, her protests falling silent as Lae'zel led her back toward the house.

Lae'zel turned back to Xan, a smirk playing on her lips. "Be back before the first sight of light," she instructed, her tone playful but firm. "Or you will have more than just your mama’s wrath to deal with."

Xan nodded quickly. "Yes, Ma."

As Lae'zel led Shadowheart back toward their bedroom, the door to the cottage softly clicked shut behind them, but Shadowheart’s objections hadn’t quieted. She glanced back toward the window, her arms crossed, her brow furrowed in concern.

"I still don’t think it’s a good idea," Shadowheart muttered, clearly not ready to let it go. "He’s too young to be sneaking out like that. And with someone we barely know—"

Lae'zel, walking just ahead, sighed heavily, rolling her eyes as she turned to face her wife.

"Shadowheart, Xan is not a hatchling anymore," she said, her voice firm but patient. "He is old enough to make his own choices. We cannot shelter him forever."

Shadowheart huffed, her lips pressing together in frustration. "But he’s our son! How can you just let him wander off into the night like it’s nothing? What if—"

Lae'zel took a step closer, her gaze sharpening with a mix of affection and impatience. "Do you not trust him to handle himself?" she asked, her tone quiet but filled with conviction. "Or is it that you do not trust the Githyanki girl?"

Shadowheart hesitated, her eyes narrowing. "It’s not about trust… it’s about responsibility. He didn’t even tell us he was seeing someone! We should’ve been the first to know—"

"And now we do," Lae'zel interrupted smoothly. "And you have already met the girl. She is strong. She is Gith. Our son is in capable hands. What more do you need?"

Shadowheart opened her mouth to argue further, but before she could get another word out, Lae'zel swiftly closed the distance between them. With a low growl of impatience, she cupped Shadowheart’s face in her hands and kissed her firmly, effectively silencing any more protests.

The kiss was rough at first, driven by Lae'zel’s frustration, but it quickly softened as she melted into the moment, her hands sliding to cradle the back of Shadowheart’s neck. Shadowheart tensed in surprise, but within seconds, she relaxed, her arms unfolding and coming to rest against Lae'zel’s chest.

Lae'zel pulled back just enough to rest her forehead against Shadowheart’s, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Xan is not our only responsibility, Shadowheart," she murmured, her lips still brushing against hers as she spoke. "And now that he is occupied… we have the house to ourselves."

Shadowheart blinked, momentarily taken aback, her mind still half-occupied with worries about their son. "Lae'zel, this isn’t the time to—"

But Lae'zel’s smirk grew, her sharp features softening with affection as she gently pulled Shadowheart closer by the waist.

"It is exactly the time," she said, her voice low and playful. "No hatchling to interrupt us. No responsibilities to drag us away. Just you, me… and a quiet house."

Shadowheart’s resistance faltered as Lae'zel leaned in to kiss her again, slower this time, teasingly. She felt the familiar warmth pooling in her chest, the weight of her worries slowly lifting. Lae'zel’s hands were firm against her back, her lips insistent, and despite herself, Shadowheart found it harder and harder to hold on to her arguments.

With a sigh, Shadowheart finally gave in, her hands sliding up to thread through Lae'zel’s hair as she deepened the kiss. The tension that had lingered between them moments ago was swiftly replaced by a different kind of heat. Shadowheart pulled back just enough to look into Lae'zel’s eyes, her own still half-lidded with a mix of frustration and desire.

"You think you can just kiss me to shut me up every time we disagree?" she teased, arching an eyebrow.

Lae'zel’s grin only widened, a spark of mischief in her gaze. "It works, doesn’t it?"

Shadowheart huffed again, though this time it was more in amusement than annoyance. "You are infuriating."

"And yet, here you are," Lae'zel shot back, her hands roaming up and down Shadowheart’s back, her voice lowering. "With me. In an empty house. Tell me, Shadowheart… why are we still talking?"

Shadowheart opened her mouth to retort, but once again, Lae'zel silenced her with another

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