#like of course i want to hear about their lives and try to help and listen and be a good friend

[luvsickyel]

── ⟢ first place medal ‹𝟹

alternatively ⌗ list of moments over the years when caleb outshined every other guy in the equation, without even knowing.

caleb would do anything for you. why? because he’s utterly, blindly, disgustingly devoted to you, of course. well... that's the main reason. but there’s something else, he wants to stay one step ahead, no, five steps ahead of anyone else who dares try to win your heart.

you're 6 years old and smiling at the little boy who handed you half a dozen of squashed flowers he had just clumsily picked from the grass near the playground. "they're cute," you think. "but caleb made me a flower crown the other day."

you're 13 years old and a giggle slips your lips when your classmate kisses your cheek quickly. you were mostly laughing at your his red cheeks and not so much at the kiss, after all, caleb kisses your forehead everyday.

you're 15 years old when you simply type out a "thx :)" after a boy texted you about how good you looked earlier today. it's nice, but caleb has seen you crying, sick, sleeping, and still tells you daily how beautiful you are while looking into your eyes.

the 17 year old boy asked you what your favorite animal was, favorite color, favorite food, etc. you couldn't help but sigh, which was a bit rude, and it wasn't his fault, but now that caleb left for college you just have been... annoyed. for him, those questions would've been stupid, he has known the answers every since you were kids. nonetheless, caleb sends you pictures wearing fluffy ears that resemble the ones of your favorite animal, always uses the heart emoji in your favorite color and buys your favorite food to your house (since now he isn't there to cook it).

you're 20 years old and sitting quietly at a table with your friends while they discuss their love lives. one of them complains "he forgot our one year anniversary and didn't even apologize!", another sighs "he doesn't want to make it official!", everyone sitting around had something to say. you kept quiet, and they knew why. not because you didn't have a love life, they had heard about that heartthrob colonel who was THE standard, that hunk of a man you so casually had at your feet. you hear the atrocities the men your friends deem the love of their lives do and think "caleb would never do that."

you're 22 years old when you can't help but roll your eyes at the guy you were currently on a date with at a fast food restaurant, he didn't even open the door for you, spoke badly to his mom on the phone, and now he was suggesting going back to his place for some "netflix and chill"? ugh, caleb would've taken you flying on his plane just so you could see the stars up close while he teaches you about all the beautiful constellations that surround you.

in other words, caleb will keep winning your heart, over and over again, like it’s second nature. he's not trying to ruin your love life, it’s just that after you're so used to the way he treats you, no one else quite compares (maybe that's his plan all along).

bla bla bla ⌗ wrote this while listening to take my breath away, sigh i need this man.....

[feastofdesires]

Living with a dragon is different. As a fairy, your place would typically be in depths of nature and playing tricks on wayward visitors. Instead, you’re having to adapt to a new life… and just how greedy dragons can be.

Part 2 of fairy!reader x dragon!sylus

“I’m dying.” Your dramatic fall onto your dragon was met with a lazy sigh.

He rolled onto his back as you settled on him, legs straddling his hips and delicate fingers tracing the deep red lines that trailed from the gem in his chest. Heavy hands landed on your waist.

“Are you? What is it this time?” The dragon questioned, dragging his sharp claws up your hip until you shivered, iridescent wings fluttering at your back.

“I um… stop that! I can’t focus when you- ugh! Annoying dragon!” You huffed in exasperation when the dragon only continues the languid motion of running his claws over your skin.

“This cave is so gloomy… not a flower to be seen.” You sigh, lying down on his chest. “No sunlight to bask in. No grasses to dance in! A frolic is needed most assuredly. As my one companion, you much join me. This is a certainty.”

Just as quickly as you drooped in melancholy, you popped back up, buzzing about while trying to make your big dragon move by tugging on his hand.

“So get up! We leave now!”

Your dragon, far too keen on teasing, grunted and rolled his back to you, taking his hand with him and nearly tugging you off your feet.

“It’s bright outside.”

“Of course it’s bright! The sun is awake to help the world grow! That includes us, you big! Stupid! Lizard!” You try and yank on his arm with all your strength but you might as well take on your smaller form for all the good it did you in your efforts to move the dragon.

“I’m nocturnal.” He drawls, almost tripping you as his tail curled slightly around his figure. “I’m going to bed.”

You whine, giving a few more insistent tugs before kneeling at his back to lean over him and look at his face. Eyes closed, you could almost imagine he was actually asleep if the tip of his tail wasn’t still twitching and a faint smirk tugged at his lips.

Your heart took on a faster beat as you felt your fingers itch to trace his jawline. You wanted to see him basking in flowers- you’re certain it would be a perfect sight. Cheeks going red, you stand with indignation. It was bad enough this mountain region was devoid of the blooms you had been used to.

“Fine. I’ll just go myself. Alone. I don’t even want your company! The flowers would probably say you stink anyways.”

Shrinking down, you were zooming out of the cave just as a possessive, clawed hand tried to grab where you used to be. You could hear the deep growl reverberating from the cave you hovered near, unable to help your wild giggles and spinning about, kicking your feet in mischievous glee. Oh your dragon was too easy to tease and when you were small like this, you could just manage to evade capture.

It took you a while to understand that his need to keep you in the cave was just part of his nature as a dragon. That the big beast cared quite deeply for you and your safety. He was rather indulgent in your excursions, but you normally had to lure him like this before he submitted to your whimsies.

“Unruly gnat.” You heard growled, much closer to the cave mouth.

You hovered out in the sunlight, grinning ear to ear as red eyes glimmered in the darkness of the cave.

“Oh me, oh my~ how surely I may die! I have angered a dragon most fiendish, I hope he doesn’t make me his main dish!”

With a buzzing spin in the air, you were plunging into the forest below as a hand swiped the air you’d been in moments before. Your dragon was following your adrenaline fueled laughter. Your flight was a silent buzz, but there was no hiding the heavy wingbeats that swayed the very treetops that belonged to your chasing dragon, especially when he let out a low bellow of that would strike unearthly dread in most.

You were headed to what could barely be described as a clearing in the forest. Your dragon admitted one night that he’d been the cause of the space being free of deep tree growth due to taking his anger out in the area long ago. The toppled trees were still decomposing back into the earth, but it was maybe the first time you really processed just what strength a dragon possessed- and how careful and gentle he was when he held you regardless of size. If you hadn’t adored the dragon by that point, you certainly did then.

When you broke into the clearing, you landed with bare feet in your bigger size, but as you took in the sight before you, your breath was stolen from your lungs. You were so shocked you didn’t react to the tail snaking around your waist or being tugged back by said tail into the waiting arms of your dragon.

“When- how…?” You barely managed in a trembling voice, unable to take your eyes off the sprawling flowers that took up the entire clearing. Multicolored blooms of all kinds whispered to you, but none bloomed so brilliantly than the daturas in the very center.

“Do you like it?” You could feel his gaze on you, waiting.

When you looked at him your eyes were full of tears of pure crystal that made life bloom at your feet when they fell to the earth below.

“You did this?” You could barely stand, tears falling more and more.

You didn’t mean to cause his pretty eyes to widen in distress or to cradle your face with such gentleness while trying in vain to wipe away your tears.

“I didn’t mean to- I wanted-“ he fumbled, beside himself in how to handle your current state.

You tried to reign in your growing sobs, shaking your head and trying to find words. Instead you could only throw your arms around him, lifted off the ground when his arms reflexively wrapped around your waist.

You felt bad for covering him in your tears and snot, but you managed a whimpered, “thank you” into his ear before losing yourself in the moment.

The dragon was only able to relax at those words, finally understanding you were happy and grateful. Curiously, glancing at the blooms at his feet that sprout from your tears confirmed a truly ancient myth. Fairy tears bring forth the mythical fairy-rose. A bloom so rare the potential it holds changes by the story.

He stepped over them without a care, taking you deeper into this little flower haven he’s spent weeks putting together just for you. It will never replace the home you lost… but to give you a space where you can be your truest self was the least he could offer your precious soul.

He laid in the sun with you on top of him and let you weep to your hearts content until countless fairy-roses sprouted around you both, until the sun gave way to the moon and stars. When he chanced a glance down, you were sound asleep even with your puffy and splotchy skin from all the tears. You looked the most at peace he’s ever seen you, with even your twitchy wings laid out flat, motionless.

He wasn’t sure if this feeling burning him inside was what the humans lauded as love, but it was all consuming. He didn’t resist being consumed in its inferno. Not when you clung to him like this. Not when you needed him more than he previously thought. Not when he’d bring the world to its knees if you desired it.

Anything to have more moments like these with you.

[bellasprettywords]

Safety pin (Red Hood x Reader)

Author’s note: I’m kinda sorta back, and this time we got some new characters; hope you guys like this little one shot about a meet cue with Red Hood :)

You couldn’t believe it, after two years with your long time boyfriend, decided you were incompatible and just like that, broke up with you. Fair enough, he wasn’t an asshole and offered you a ride back to your apartment, because, at the end of the day, you guys lived in Gotham: the city with the highest number of criminals and crazy folks running around in tights. But as you were butt hurt and stubborn, declined his offer, and decided I’d be better to just walk home.

You were a block away from your apartment, when you heard a loud noise and before your eyes, what seemed like a person flew directly to the dumpsters, making a loud crashing noise. You kept walking and saw a crocodile-like-monster-person running away from the situation, which made you figure he/she/it was the author of the scene you just witnessed.

You were about to run for the hills, when your most compassionate side won the battle, making you take a look at the person that was thrown to the dumpster, where you saw him: The Red Hood

“Holy shit” you said scared out of your mind at the sight of him; at the end of the day, as an informed Gothamite you knew he was currently the biggest Crime Lord in town, and you weren’t about to get mixed up with him; that, until you heard him grunting in what seemed to be pain… “Hey… you… I… am…” you were at loss of words, his reputation presided him, and you knew that the wrong choice of words would earn you a bullet wound.

“Go away” you heard him grunt

“Let me help you up” you said kneeling down and trying to put his long arm around your shoulders to help him stand up; suddenly, you heard police sirens and if you didn’t want to get into trouble with the police, this was your time to run. You managed to help Red Hood stand up with a sight of relief, and you added “Take off your mask… helmet…?”

“Are you insane? Of course not!” he said trying to distance himself from you, only to miss his step and needing to rely on you to stand up straight

“Just take off the damn thing! The police are coming, and I’m sure as hell not getting in trouble for helping you!” you said frenetically

“I’m not gonna take off my mask! I don’t even know you!” he spatted back, and this time you were ready to make a run for it

“Fine, then I’ll leave you here, bleeding to dead or whatever” you threatened softly letting go of his arm, when you felt him holding you, apparently, he was really injured and needed the help your body was offering to stand

“Wait… I’ll… for fucks sake” he muttered and took off his helmet to reveal a face with deep green eyes, a black sea of hair with a white streak, and a scar across his face

“Good, now zip your jacket and let’s go!” you said frantically, as the police sounded closer, and closer, now you could hear their radios.

With effort, and all your will to live, you transported the hood-less Red Hood to your apartment building. Once you were inside the elevator, you rested leaning his tall frame against the wall, and actually took a closer look at the guy you were sharing space with. He was tall, really tall, definitely more than 6 feet, muscular, like a football linebacker, his features were rough, but beautiful, and you couldn’t help but stare at his bewitching teal eyes.

“Please don’t drool in the elevator” he said barely looking at you, as he was somehow trying to cover his face

“Look, I don’t know you, I don’t even care who you are, stop trying so hard to conceal your identity or whatever” you said with a small chuckle as the elevator doors opened; you got closer to the guy but he motioned that he was well enough to stand by himself. “Suit yourself” you added, walking out of the small space and opening the apartment door, motioning him to come inside.

“Sweet place you get here” he said, closing the door behind you

“Take off your jacket and take a seat, I’m going to exam you real quick, I’m pretty sure you got a contusion” you said, grabbing your work bag from the rack, and taking out your diagnosis lamp and a pair of latex gloves

“What are you? A nurse?” Red Hood asked frowning

“It’s Doctor, actually” you said coming close to your couch, where he was now sitting. You examined his eyes looking for any signs of a contusion, but apparently he was clear “Seems like that helmet of your really worked; let me just patch you up real quick and you’ll be as good as new”

“I’m okay” he muttered under his breath

“You are bleeding!” you said a little annoyed, showing him the hand that rested on his shoulder, now covered with his blood “Take off your shirt” you demanded

“Careful there, doc” he said jokingly, but you caught him flinching in pain as he took it off. His naked torso took you a little by surprise, sure, you could tell he was ripped, but imagining it was different from actually seeing it with your eyes. You examined the injury, gave him a couple of stitches and put a bandage over it.

“Ready as new… Are you hungry? I’ve got frozen pizza if you want to eat something” you asked him, gaining an… amused look?

“Why does a doctor have frozen pizza? Isn’t it bad for your health?” he asked with a little chuckle

“Why is a crime lord thrown into the dumpsters? I was just trying to be polite” you said, a little exasperated at your newfound guest

“I’d love the pizza, if the offer still stands” he said and you retrieved to your kitchen “So what’s your deal? You bring home every man you meet in the streets?” he asked with a tone that almost sounded as if he was… joking

“Not every man, just the ones who are thrown by a giant human lizard, or whatever that was” you replied, putting the frozen pizza in the preheated oven

“That… that was Killer Croc, we had a few… unresolved issues” he said, standing from where he was sitting and walking into your kitchen “What were you doing so late at night? Walking alone? I’m sure y’know Gotham ain’t the safest city” he said watching you carefully, like a predator examines it’s prey; but you didn´t reply, what were you supposed to say? That your ex dumped you at date night?. He kept walking through the apartment, like he was taking it all in

“Pizza is ready” you said taking it out of the oven and putting it in a serving tray, and grabbing a couple of plates and glasses of water, making your way to your dinning table

“Who’s this? Your husband?” Red Hood asked with a picture of you and your ex boyfriend in hand

“That’s actually my ex, and the reason I was walking around at night in Gotham is because he dumped me tonight” you said, bitting the inside of your cheek

“Wait.. so he dumped you… and then he made you walk home all alone? What an asshole” he said sitting at the dinning table “Thank you very much for the dinner” he said before reaching for a slice of pizza

“Don’t worry about it” you said with a shy smile “And for the record, I insisted on walking home” you added, grabbing a slice yourself

“Are you really defending him? To a stranger?” the guy said mid-bite and raising an eyebrow

“What can I say? I’ve got a broken heart” you said munching into your slice

“Don’t worry doc, we’ll safety pin your broken heart back together” he said, and it almost made it sound like a promise, which earned him a little laugh from you.

[susicheng]

༘⋆ speechless (not if i can help it) . . . o.sn

02. foreplay ! 494 words

he was late. not that you were particularly surprised by that fact. your expectations were set low enough with sion that things like these were almost (definitely) expected.

even when he did eventually show up (5 minutes late, which, in his opinion, was pretty much on time), it's not like he cared about inconveniencing you. in a sion-centered world, your time clearly wasn't worth being respected. you tried not to think about how good he looked with a slight flush on his face from rushing to the library. that wasn't important, not when you had a speech to write. together. just the two of you.

it reminded you of a time when things weren't so rocky. when you and sion exchanged smiles and soft words over the harsh glares and thinly veiled insults you both loved so much now. but that era of your lives had ended long ago. you had to focus on the present. speaking of--

"so, you got any ideas?"

you scoffed. yeah, it really wasn't like it was back then. he didn't know you at all anymore.

"of course i have ideas. do you seriously not have any? you've known about being class president since last may."

"i have ideas too, y'know. i just wanted to get your thoughts first."

"yeah, sure. i already wrote them down, here."

you slid the paper you had been brainstorming on towards him, already tired of prolonged exposure to oh sion. you were almost worried that you would die of some equivalent to radiation. this much time in his presence couldn't be good for you.

"seriously? a lot of these are heavily focused on congratulating people for their academic commitments and stuff."

"i'm valedictorian, sion. that's kind of what i value."

"i mean, sure, but not everyone in the graduating class is so grade-driven. we shouldn't focus so much on academics."

"so what do you want to focus on so much? sports?"

"well..."

"oh, shut up will you? the majority of the budget in this place goes to sports already. god forbid i try to dedicate a speech to the people that have barely been recognized by the school itself."

"hey, i'm not trying to dig on your ideas. just... maybe we should find a little bit more of a balance?"

the most annoying part of this entire fiasco was that sometimes, just sometimes, you could also see the "good guy" that ryo was so adamant on seeing sion as. you could almost believe that he cared. almost.

"whatever, sure. should we start writing some drafts?"

you were desperate for the silence. hearing sion's voice like this, for only you to hear, was bringing back too many things you didn't want to think about. it hurt more like this, with him acting like he had never done what he did.

you were out of your seat the second the bell rang for lunch's end.

you didn't look to see if sion watched you leave.

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[elizabethsnuts]

sorry it’s not a house!toddler request… but maybe a fic where baby!Hotch and another BAU member of your choosing are playing matchmakers for Hotchniss lol???

Little Matchmaker

Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!Reader

Summary: You had picked up on the quiet pining of Emily Prentiss and your favourite Aaron Hotchner. You and JJ were determined to make them confess to each other.

A/N: Finally posting!! I’m so sorry i’ve been MIA! I know I say it every time but I really do just have a lot going on. Thank you for being so patient with me 💗

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Aaron had been single ever since Haley died, leaving him with two young children to raise by himself without the woman he loved by his side. Your older brother Jack was 4 years old and you were only a couple of months old at the time, too young to really get to know her. Aaron did make sure that Haley’s memory was kept alive between you and Jack, which made him feel guilty for trying to move on even though he knew it never would’ve worked out even if she had lived. It made him feel worse that he was in love with a certain woman on the team. Emily Prentiss.

You loved Emily, she was always so nice to you and took great care of you and your brother. Even you as a one-year-old old could see that your daddy had taken a special interest, with reciprocating results. Well a few months off from turning 2. That wasn’t the point, the point was that they were still not together, it was starting to annoy you now and you barely knew what being in love was.

JJ was walking you down into the bullpen of the BAU, You sometimes needed to stay at the office after your daycare hours were up, just because no one could watch you and JJ was glad to look after you for a couple of hours. You turned your tiny head to the side, peering into your daddy’s office window to see that Emily was in there too. “Auntie JJ! Dada talking to Emily!”

JJ looked away from your pretty little face, joining your gaze through the office window, she had of course noticed the tension, she may have been a communications liaison but she did work with a team of profilers. “Yep, he is, isn’t he sweet girl? They've been talking a lot more lately.”

You nodded in agreement, they had in fact been talking a lot more lately and she had never seen Aaron look at a woman like she looked at Emily. You were a pretty observant toddler. “What dey talking ‘bout?”

JJ chuckled softly, she loved how curious you were with your cute little questions. “I’m not sure, sweetheart. Probably work, they’re all talking about work.”

You huffed softly, your tiny shoulders slumping, work was boring! It took all her daddy’s time, she was not a fan of work. “No want dem too! Why dey no kiss, Auntie JJ?” You asked innocently.

JJ really had to hold back a laugh at that, her face a mix of shock and pure amusement, she hadn’t expected you to ask a question like that. Though to be fair, she did agree with them, she was getting sick of hearing Emily rant on about how Aaron will never get with her because “He’s her boss, he has kids and his wife died.” excuses that weren’t actually excuses since they were pretty valid but it was very clear he was into Emily. “Uh, I don’t know, I’m on your side here though, Y/N. But I guess it’s complicated.”

You sighed sadly, you didn’t like complicated, in your toddler world, the most complicated thing you had going on was whether you liked toast or cereal more for breakfast. “How make it no so comp…i… compcate?”

Your attempt at trying to say complicated was too cute for words, you were the most adorable girl. JJ smiled softly, lifting you up into her arms and setting your tiny frame on her hip. “Complicated, sweet girl. But I’m not sure, maybe they just need more alone time together?”

You hummed in thought… alone time, you could help with that. You’d just stop asking Aaron to pick your tiny socks back on after immediately kicking them off! You pointed to your dad's office, smiling. “We lock da door?”

JJ snickered and shook her head, rubbing your soft hair with her slim hand. “No honey, that seems a bit mean. How about you go tell Emily how much you love her instead?”

You looked to JJ in confusion, you weren’t sure how that was meant to help but you’d do it anything because you loved Emily. JJ walked up towards Aaron’s office, putting you down on the floor so you could run in. Your tiny frame burst through the door with a big smile, giving Aaron a big hug and then one to Emily. JJ was standing at the doorway, smiling at the scene in front of her. “Hey Hotch, sorry to interrupt. Is it alright if I take Y/N out for some food? The rest of the team has gone home and she didn’t eat a lot of her dinner.”

Aaron gave a small nod, smiling softly at you and giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Yeah, that’s fine. Nothing sugary though or she won’t sleep.”

You were still hugging Emily tightly, your tiny hands gripping her blazer, you just wanted to bite her you adored her so much. But you had been told off for biting so you held back. “Emmmyyy! Emmy!”

Emily chuckled softly, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t love you like a daughter because she absolutely did. Her hug was just as tight as yours, her hands holding you close to her chest. “Hello, N/N! I missed you. You give me the best hugs, gorgeous girl!”

JJ turned to Emily, her heart instantly melting at the sight of her best friend with you in her arms. “Em is it okay if we use your car? She’s a bit too little to fit in Henry’s car seat in mine.”

That was how much Emily adored you and was close with your dad, she had a car seat for you in her car. It was all part of JJ’s plan, taking her car so she’d be stuck with Aaron at the office, though to be fair she didn’t have a car seat that would fit your tiny frame. Emily smiled, nodding softly. “Yeah of course, she left her blankie in there on the way back from daycare anyway, she's itching to be reunited.”

You were just about to leave, JJ had you exiting the office but you couldn’t hold your peace any longer, you just had to say it! “Emmy pleeeseee kiss Dada!”

JJ was dragging you out to the elevator with an awkward laugh, mouthing ‘sorry’ to the two of them. She was not staying any longer.

Emily’s face had dropped, she didn’t know what to say, she was just exposed by a toddler. She just chuckled nervously, a hand going to the back of her neck. “I- i’m sure she’s just uh saying that- she probably doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

Aaron just looked at her, a small smile on his face. He was probably sweating but he couldn’t let her know that, he was the big tough unit chief. Go big or go home. “Uh… she’s actually been saying that for a while. I just didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Emily couldn’t help the blush that crept up her cheeks, dusting them a pink colour. “Really? I just don’t want to make it seem like I’m replacing Haley or trying to take her dad away- That I’m a replacement.”

Aaron nodded, adjusting his tie to try and ease the nerves but he reached his hand out to touch Emily’s shoulder. “She would never think that, she loves her Haley, Jack loves Haley but she also loves you. I want them to have a female figure in their lives, they absolutely adore you. You’d never replace Haley, you’re you.”

Your tiny head was peeking through the window the whole time, JJ was surprised they didn’t notice you as you were so close that you were breathing on the glass. Talking was boring but as you saw their lips touch you toppled over in excitement. “Auntie JJ, dey love! Dey kiss!”

JJ nodded slowly, still pretty surprised she was witnessing this herself. “They are…”

Emily and Aaron turned their heads to the window after hearing a thud and then a tiny high-pitched voice squealing happily. He couldn’t help but chuckle and pull Emily in for another kiss. You were too cute.

You may have had Haley as a mother but Emily would cherish you and adore you just as much as she would have. She wouldn’t let anything hurt you. She’d be the mother you could never have.

[fanfics4all]

One Day at a Time: Part 2

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JJ x Daughter!Reader 

Will Lamontagne x Step-daughter!Reader

Team x Jareau!Reader

Word count: 1788

Warnings: Cancer

Y/N: Your Name 

Summary: JJ's daughter has always been strong, smart, and a little stubborn, but nothing prepares the family and team for the quiet unraveling that comes with a diagnosis that changes everything.

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*JJ’s POV*

I hadn’t even started dinner yet, but the questions already had. Henry stood in the doorway of Y/N’s room earlier, hugging his favorite throw blanket to his chest like a shield. 

“Why is she crying?” He whispered to Will. “Is she sick?” 

Michael had asked if she was mad at them, if he did something wrong. Said she hadn’t even waved back when he passed her room earlier. 

They were confused, curious, and the longer we stayed silent, the more their little minds filled in the blanks with things worse than the truth… or, maybe, not worse. Because the truth was bad enough. Will and I shared a look across the kitchen island, and I gave a small nod. Now. Not later. 

We brought them into the living room, sat on the couch, and kept the lights low. Henry sat between us, squirming slightly. Michael leaned against my side, quiet and unusually still. I could hear Y/N’s music upstairs, a poor attempt to cover her quiet sobs. 

“Mommy?” Michael asked. “Did something happen?” 

I swallowed hard. “Yeah, sweetheart. Something did.” 

Will reached for Henry’s hand gently. “You know how Y/N’s been really tired lately?” 

They both nodded. Henry looked at me with wide eyes. “You said she was just run-down.” 

“I know.” I said, brushing a hand through his hair. “We thought that at first, but we took her to the doctor, and they ran some tests.” 

Michael’s voice was barely a whisper. “Is she going to die?” 

The question stabbed through my chest like a blade. My first instinct was to say no loudly, immediately, but I forced myself to breathe. 

“No, baby.” I said gently. “She’s not going to die. But she is sick. She has something called lymphoma. It’s a kind of cancer.” 

Henry blinked. “Like… the kind on TV?” 

“Yes,” Will said softly. “But not all cancers are the same. The doctors think they caught it early, which is good.” 

“But she’s gonna be okay, right?” Michael’s eyes filled with tears. 

“She’s going to get treatment.” I said carefully. “Medicine that’ll help her body fight the cancer. It’s not going to be easy. She might lose her hair. She might be tired a lot. But she’s strong, and we’re all going to be there for her.” 

“Does she know yet?” Henry asked. 

“She found out today.” Will told him. “That’s why she’s been crying. It’s a big thing to hear. Even for grownups.” 

Michael crawled into my lap and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I don’t want her to be sick.” 

“I know, baby.” I whispered, holding him close. “I don’t either. 

Henry looked up at Will. “Can we still hug her?” 

“Of course,” Will said, trying to smile. “When she feels up to it, she’s going to need all the love you can give her.” 

“I’ll draw her something.” Henry said. “Like a superhero! Once with cool powers that protect her.” 

I smiled through my tears and nodded. “I think she’d love that.” 

Michael tugged at my sleeve. “Can we pray for her tonight?” 

My throat tightened again. “Yeah, sweetheart. We can.” 

As we sat there, two parents trying to keep it together, two little boys trying to understand the magnitude of something much too big, I thought about how much we were all going to have to learn. How to be gentle with grief. How to be brave in the face of fear. How to move forward when everything inside wants to stop. But for now, we held each other… because that was all we could do. 

Hours later and the house was finally quiet. Y/N had cried herself to sleep again hours ago. I stayed up with her until her breathing evened out and her fingers relaxed from the tight grip they kept on mine. The boys were curled up together in Henry’s room; he insisted Michael sleep over with him ‘just in case he had bad dreams.’ Will was downstairs folding laundry like he needed to keep busy just to stay upright. And I was in our bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at my phone that was filled with texts from the team I hadn’t answered yet. It buzzed in my palm. 

Penelope Garcia. 

I answered instantly. “Hey.” 

“JJ,” Garcia’s voice cracked. “Hotch and Reid told us. Please tell me my little sparkle is okay.” 

I closed my eyes, tears threatening all over again. “She’s… She’s hanging in there.” 

“I’ve been freaking out since Reid said ‘it’s serious’ and Hotch just got all command-voice on me and said you went home early.” She paused, and I could practically feel her anxiety vibrating through the line. “And then Hotch told us…” 

I swallowed hard. “Yeah…” 

“Oh, JJ…” Her voice cracked again. “Lymphoma? I-I looked it up right away, and I know there are types and stages and treatments, and I shouldn’t have gone down the research rabbit hole, but I did- and I just needed to know. I needed to know what your baby girl is facing. What you are.” 

I could barely keep my voice steady. “Stage II. B-cell. The doctors say it’s treatable, that we caught it at the right time, but it still feels like the world cracked open under our feet.” 

Garcia sniffled softly. “She’s only sixteen.” 

“I know…” My voice broke. “She’s so scared, Pen. She keeps trying to be brave, but I can see it all over her. She asked me if she was going to die… What do you say to your child when they ask you that?” 

“You say no.” She whispered fiercely. “You say absolutely not. You say ‘not on my watch.’” 

I nodded even though she couldn’t see it, tears slipping down my cheeks silently. 

“Will’s doing everything he can to stay strong, but I know he’s barely holding it together. The boys are confused… and Y/N’s barely come out of her room. I don’t even think she’s eaten today.” 

“I’ll come tomorrow.” She said. “Not first thing, let her rest, but I’ll bring her all her favorite things. That purple fuzzy blanket she loves, and those weird sour candies from the shop by my apartment. And those soft notebooks she likes sketching in. And you- You’re not even allowed to argue, you’re getting a self-care box, too.” 

I let out a broken laugh. “You’re too good to us.” 

“You’re family, JJ. All of you. That girl, she’s my sparkle princess, and I’ll be damned if she goes through this without glitter and love and every ounce of strength we can throw her way.” 

I wiped my face, feeling a little more grounded just hearing her voice. “Thank you.” 

“You tell her I love her, okay? That we all do. And if she wants me to show up in a tutu with a therapy pug, I will.” 

“She might take you up on that…” I whispered. “I’ll tell her.” 

“You need anything, you call me. Day or night. Even if it’s just to cry or scream or sit in silence. I’m here.” 

“I know.” My voice broke again, but this time it didn’t crush me. “Thank you, Penelope.” 

“Love you, JJ.” 

“Love you too.” 

I ended the call and sat in the dark a while longer, letting the comfort of her words linger like a soft blanket around my shoulders. We weren’t alone, and somehow, that made the storm feel a little less impossible.

*Penelope’s POV*

The moment I hung up with JJ, I stood up, marched straight into my kitchen, and started pacing. My heart was still racing. I could feel the helplessness creeping in like a slow fog, and I wasn’t about to let it settle. Not when one of my favorite people on this planet, and her baby girl, were in pain. I grabbed my phone and started a group call. One ring. Two. Three- 

“Garcia?” Emily’s voice popped up first. 

“Pen?” Came Derek. 

Rossi joined with a soft, “I’m here.” 

Then Reid. “Is everything okay?” 

Hotch. “What’s going on?” 

I didn’t wait for pleasantries. “Emergency sparkle squad meeting! We are all going to JJ’s house tomorrow. No ifs, ands, or buts! Her daughter needs up. They need us.” 

“Already planned on it.” Rossi said, his tone quiet but sure. “I’m making them trays of lasagna and chicken parm tonight. I’ll do more tomorrow. Comfort food helps.” 

“I already told JJ I’d bring Y/N her favorite Chinese and a stack of books.” Reid added quickly. “Oncology studies show psychological well-being is crucial to treatment success.” 

“I was thinking I’d grab her some movies.” Emily chimed in. “Old-school stuff. The kind you watch in pajamas with too many blankets and a ridiculous amount of popcorn.” 

“I’m bringing extra blankets.” Derek said. “And one of those heating pad things. You know the one, baby girl, the pink one from that weird shop in Brooklyn.” 

“I knew you still had it!” I exclaimed. “Okay, good, I’m putting that in her comfort pile. I’m working on care packages now. Y/N gets her own, obviously, and JJ and Will get a combo one because they're that annoyingly adorable couple who probably still drink coffee from the same mug.” 

“They do.” Emily muttered. 

“They do.” Derek confirmed with a chuckle. 

“I’ll stop by after my morning briefing.” Hotch said. “I won’t stay long, just want to check in. Give them my support. And anything else JJ needs, time off, extended leave, it’s already cleared. Also, Jack made her a card.” 

“Sir,” I said, touched. “You’re the best of us.” 

“I’m doing what anyone would.” He said simply. 

I wiped my eyes and stared at the glitter pens scattered across my kitchen counter. My hands were already assembling a ‘Cozy Positivity’ box, lavender lotion, sleep masks, fuzzy socks, a framed picture of the team, that bottle of sparkling grape juice Y/N liked, and her favorite lip balm. 

“She asked JJ if she was going to die…” I said quickly. 

No one spoke for a long moment. The silence hit like a gut punch. 

“She’s not.” Rossi finally said, firmly. “She’s not.” 

“We’ve got her.” Emily added. 

“She’s strong.” Derek said. “She gets that from JJ.” 

And us.” I whispered. “She has all of us.” 

“Tomorrow.” Hotch said. “We show up.” 

“Yes, sir.” I replied, my chest tight but warm. “Sparkle squad, out.”  I ended the call and took a deep breath. Then I got back to work, pouring all my love, worry, and hope into ribbons and wrapping paper and everything I could think of to make this heavy, terrible thing feel even a little lighter. Because that girl, our girl, deserved to feel surrounded by love. And she would.

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[thewritingfairy]

of course 🙄 jason’s terrorizing a civilian family once again, so not heroic 😒 ngl how is the rest of the JL not hearing about how the family is acting towards Reader? surely some of the public must’ve noticed the behavior of the family and said something about it, right? 😭 right??? 😖

(this is not meant to be hate towards your writing, it’s amazing and it’s giving me many thought worms about it. i’m just curious if any of the other leaguers besides Clark have noticed or heard anything about the batfam bc it seems like they’re trying to look normal about missing Reader but it looks like Jason is failing terribly ����)

Phone format, chapter mentioned; 06. Reassurance

I absolutely understand your questions and I absolutely take it as a compliment that my writing brings up questions. Because if there are questions there is a story still to be told.

I have a small detail I keep in the background, in most comics I've read Batman is the reason the Justice League can exist without government interference. In my fanfics its that and worse.

The justice league is willing to overlook how Batman acts towards you because you are just a small life compared to all the lives they can save as the justice league. (In my fanfics the JL knows who batman is and his family because it creates great angst potential)

It's something Superman doesn't agree with, but he cannot deny how the JL and the younger JL has helped his children.

The JL only exist with Batman because without Bruce Wayne's money they cannot function. They cannot fund such activities on their own, and if the government were to take over their civilian lives would be in danger.

And you kept it all hidden until the end, you who is as strong as your mama. You deep down know who your family is, but you still don't want to admit it.

You're in denial, why wouldn't you be?

How could your father be so kind to others but not to you? A child from a woman he loved more than himself, from a woman he almost loved as much he loves Gotham.

When your grandma told you nothing but great stories about their love? Even when her eyes narrowed while thinking of Bruce, he's your biological father and her own grievances against him never became clear until you showed her the scars Jason left.

From that day forward your maternal family did everything they could to keep the Wayne's on their toes but you safe. At first they thought it was out of anger that Bruce cheated on your mama, but the second you disappeared it became clear. It's you, it's always been you.

Your grandma hates Bruce not just for cheating on her daughter, she hates him because she reminds her of everything that's wrong in this damn world. A man who's privilege keeps him from falling, someone who tries to do good yet cannot be good to those in his life.

Your maternal family's anger bled over to civilians, but Gotham has never been the most morally pure now have they? Civilians could empathise with the rumours of neglect surrounding you, that you have scars from the child that suddenly rose from the death. But it's the villains that empathise the most with you, for you in this story are one of the few that still looks at them with eyes that show humanity instead of just fear.

You are not afraid of Gotham's villains, nor are you afraid of Luthor (is it Luthor or Luther?) but that's a story for a different time, you embrace them with the same warmth your mama would have used. You condemn them, but you recognise their human. The side of society that pushed them towards this life, you still think that they should do better and be better. But compared to others you never fail to see their humanity.

Well except the Joker and Death stroke. You've only really interacted with the mild-mannered villains (besides Penguin) so are you truly that well versed in the world of Villains? No.

The you in this story is very similar to someone I know or rather knew, you are done fighting. Sure, you'll be petty by asking Penguin to leave clues behind for your family (and the bats). And those clues contain nothing but your pain ridden writings.

Where you write about how you wish life could have been different, how you wish you weren't so alone. How you wish you didn't feel like dying. How you wish that every breath felt like a relief instead of poison waiting to explode.

Jason is the one who takes these clues the hardest, it's also why he sucks at acting normal. These letters started to increase after he attacked you. Isn't that a clear indication that he fucked up your life to a point of no return? That he is just like the Joker?

But back to your question because I'm getting off track, due to you not really giving a shit anymore besides not wanting any contact, the JL doesn't really talk about you. They see it as a sign that you've moved on.

At least, besides both Conner and John (Superboy) and Superman. Those three talk shit about the batfamily without hesitation, mainly because Clark knows he isn't the best either. But at least he's never neglected a child to the point of them almost dying.

Diana is a bit of a weird story however, she wants to kill Batman but at the same time the world needs him so she can't. Yet, unlike the others she has found you.

Not because of a hospital visit, but because of your mama. Diana had a dream and the day after she found you. (I'm definitely making side chapters on the dreams because this is me coping with the fact that my intuition is a bitch and with the fact I still have nightmares almost daily)

The rest of the JL? They care, but they don't care enough to piss off Batman. Like, Aquaman doesn't even understand what the fuck is going on. So, he doesn't meddle.

I can't give a more in dept answer in case of spoilers because this is already spoiling it a bit ngl.

[kaoriartss-blog]

Starburst

Chapter 24: "An Era is Born"

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Pairing: Poly Skz OT8 x Reader idol

Genre: Romance, angst, female Oc

Warning: Use of Oc, romance, angst, swearing, Idol x Idol, 18+ progressive, use of swear words, use of translator.

Series: Starbursts

Summary: The story centers on Lia, a newly debuted solo idol struggling to find her place in the K-pop industry. Despite her talent, she feels like she's missing something, a special connection that helps her shine. The members of Stray Kids, who are at the height of their careers, are drawn to Lia's unique energy when she's invited to collaborate with them on a new album. As they work together, the connection between Lia and the boys intensifies. With pressure from the media and fan expectations, they must find a balance between their careers and personal lives.

Comment: First of all, I want to clarify that English is not my first language. I speak Spanish, but I didn't want to deprive you of this story. I'll be using a translator, so it's possible that some phrases might get lost or be incomprehensible. Second, I thank you in advance for taking the time to read. I'll also be uploading the chapters to Wattpad in English. I also remind you that English is not my first language.

Morning light filtered softly through the living room curtains. On the couch, tangled in blankets, with clothes scattered on the floor and two bodies still entwined, Changbin was the first to open his eyes. It took him a few seconds to realize where he was, until he saw Lia’s sleeping face resting on his chest—and a smile instantly appeared.

The night before had been a whirlwind of emotions, laughter, kisses… and so much more. All with her. Everything he had once imagined, now real.

He was about to stroke her hair when he heard voices coming from the kitchen.

“Has anyone seen Changbin?” Han’s voice came, curiously close.

“No. But there are cups out of place… why does it smell so strongly of ramen?” said Jeongin.

“Hyung, did you leave something cooking last night?” Seungmin asked as the voices came nearer.

Changbin tried to move, carefully not to wake Lia, but he didn’t manage in time. Someone burst into the living room.

“OH NO!” Felix exclaimed in a choked-out scream.

Hyunjin let out a scandalous laugh.

“Are they…? On the couch?” said Minho, clearly enjoying the scene.

Lia jolted awake, startled by the voices.

“What…? What’s going on?”

As she opened her eyes, she saw at least five heads peeking through the doorway, all wearing expressions somewhere between scandalized and amused.

“Good morning, wild couple~” Han sing-songed.

“Why didn’t you go to a bedroom like normal people?!” Jeongin protested, covering his eyes.

Lia, red as a tomato, pulled the blanket up over herself.

“Get out of here!”

“Too late, the image is burned into my brain!” Seungmin said, turning around while laughing.

Changbin just covered his face with his hand.

“God… I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I?”

“Of course not,” Chan replied from the hallway with a smile. “But at least you don’t have to hide anymore.”

“Though out of respect for the couch… let’s hope it’s okay,” added Minho, with a serious yet teasing expression.

Felix gave two thumbs up before closing the door with a wink.

“Breakfast in fifteen minutes… if you two can walk.”

Lia buried her face in Changbin’s chest, stifling her embarrassed laughter.

“I want to disappear.”

“Me too. But at least we made it memorable,” he murmured, kissing her forehead.

The kitchen was full of laughter, overlapping voices, and the smell of toast. Hyunjin brewed coffee while Jeongin stirred the eggs, trying to ignore Han’s mischievous grin.

“So… the couch, huh?” Seungmin said as he poured himself some juice, not looking at anyone in particular. “Maybe we should put a commemorative plaque or something.”

“‘Here occurred the Great Backrest Tragedy,’” Felix added dramatically, earning a chorus of laughs.

Changbin walked in with damp hair from a quick shower and dropped into a chair, rubbing his eyes.

“Are you all going to talk about this all day?”

“All day? Bro, all week,” Hyunjin replied with a wicked smile.

Lia appeared behind him, more composed, but her cheeks still glowing. She took a seat with her head held high.

“You should be thankful we didn’t use the kitchen. Although…” she looked at Han, “maybe next time we’ll consider it.”

“Hey!” Han protested while everyone burst into laughter again.

“That was low… and tempting,” muttered the rapper, earning a death stare from Chan, who couldn’t help but laugh too.

As breakfast carried on with teasing and knowing glances, each of them realized how natural everything felt now. As if, after so many restrained emotions, they had finally reached a point where they could just be themselves—together.

---

Later, in the garden…

The house was quiet again. Lia stepped outside with a cup of tea into the garden and dropped onto one of the sunlit seats. It didn’t take long before Minho joined her, sitting beside her without saying anything at first.

“Did you survive breakfast?” he asked, glancing at her.

“Barely. But I think I’ve learned to laugh at myself in the process.”

“That’s good. Although…” he leaned in a little closer, “I still haven’t had my moment with you.”

Lia raised an eyebrow at him.

“Your moment?”

“Yes. Everyone seems to have had their romantic movie scene with you except me. It’s honestly scandalous,” he said, pouting.

Lia let out a soft laugh.

“What kind of scene are you expecting, Mr. Lee Minho?”

He leaned in with a sly smile, and without answering, brushed his lips against hers gently, as if testing her. And when Lia didn’t pull away—in fact, she deepened the kiss with tenderness—Minho wrapped his arms around her and murmured against her lips:

“I think this scene will be better than all the others.”

“Don’t make it a competition…” she whispered, “but you might be right.”

Their kiss lingered for a moment longer, gentle but full of feeling. When they pulled apart, Minho rested his forehead against hers, eyes still closed.

“You know… I didn’t think it’d affect me so much to see you with the others,” he confessed softly. “But at the same time, I don’t want any of this to stop. You’re like a beam of light that’s pierced through all of us.”

Lia caressed his cheek gently with her fingers.

“I was surprised too by everything this stirred up. But with you… it always felt different. I feel safe. Peaceful.”

Minho took her hand and kissed it, keeping it entwined with his.

“Can I do something crazy?”

“Crazier than this?” she teased.

“I want to dance with you,” he said, standing up. “Right now.”

“Here? In the garden?”

“Are you scared?”

“No, I’m curious,” she replied, taking his hand as he pulled out the small portable speaker he always carried around.

He played a soft, slow song, barely a whisper in the wind. In the middle of the garden, surrounded by the breeze and gentle sun, Minho wrapped an arm around her waist and began to move with her, slowly.

They didn’t need rehearsed steps. It was just the two of them, breathing in sync, swaying in a private, silent rhythm.

“Do you realize we’re dancing with no real music, no audience, no lights?” Lia whispered.

“That’s exactly why I love it,” he said. “Here, you’re not a star. You’re just Lia. And I’m just Minho, completely lost in you.”

Lia rested her head on his shoulder, letting the moment fully envelop her.

And as they spun slowly on the grass, they weren’t thinking about the album, the project, or the fame. Only about how, unexpectedly, they’d arrived at this: a place where they could love without fear.

---

Excitement was in the air from early on.

Music Bank staff moved through the hallways as idols got ready in their dressing rooms. The name Li∆ x Stray Kids shone on the digital schedule board in the main corridor, creating a buzz of anticipation among other artists and crew.

Inside the dressing room, Lia sat in front of the mirror while a stylist touched up her silver eyeliner. Her look was stunning: a short leather skirt with shiny details, a white puff-sleeve blouse, and tall boots. Her platinum hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders. She looked confident. Radiant. Powerful.

“You’re ready to devour the stage,” said Seungmin from the couch, smiling proudly while flipping through the show’s script.

Felix nodded dramatically.

“Literally. If you were a movie villain, we’d all surrender before the fight.”

“And who says I’m not one?” Lia replied with a teasing grin as she threw a pillow at him. Everyone laughed.

Bang Chan, checking his mic, walked over.

“Everyone okay with their in-ears? Sound can be tricky here,” he said in his leader tone.

“We tested earlier. Everything’s clean,” Hyunjin replied.

Changbin approached Lia with a water bottle and lowered his voice.

“Nervous?”

She looked at him, her smile calm.

“A bit. But it’s the good kind of nerves. Like everything’s finally starting to shine for real.”

He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, unnoticed by the others. Though Minho, passing behind them, shot him a look that was half amused, half jealous.

“Oh wow, the ‘not hiding anymore’ era is starting strong,” Jeongin murmured as he styled his hair. Everyone laughed.

When their stage call was announced, all nine walked down the hallway with magnetic energy. The MC introduced them as the most anticipated collaboration of the year.

And then it began.

The lights pulsed to the beat of Connections, the stage lit up with warm, dynamic colors. Screens displayed words like identity, belonging, and together. Lia appeared center stage, surrounded by the Stray Kids members, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

Every move, every glance, was full of energy. The voices blended—the rap lines of Han and Changbin contrasted with the sweet harmonies of Seungmin and Felix—while Lia shone with charisma on every chorus.

At the end, they held the final pose for a few extra seconds, breathing heavily, before running offstage with laughter and adrenaline.

Back in the dressing room, still breathless, they congratulated each other with pats, quick hugs, and cold water.

“That was amazing!” Hyunjin shouted, flopping onto the couch.

“That’s it. We just made history,” Chan said, sweaty but grinning ear to ear.

“Yeah…” Lia whispered, sitting as Minho handed her a towel. “And there’s still so much more to come.”

Felix peeked in with his phone.

“The video comments are already up! They’re loving us!”

Jeongin joked:

“Even the parts where Chan makes Proud Dad Face every time Lia sings?”

“Hey!” Chan laughed. “I can’t help it.”

Lia, voice softer, looked at them all and said:

“Thank you… for letting me be part of this.”

A warm silence fell, until Changbin answered:

“No, thank you for changing everything.”

---

Hours after their electrifying debut at Music Bank, the mood at home had shifted from rehearsal nerves to eager excitement.

Lia sat on the couch with a half-melted ice cream in hand while Felix, Hyunjin, and Jeongin gathered around her, all watching the countdown on the TV: 10 minutes until the official "Connections" MV premiere.

Elsewhere, Bang Chan, Changbin, and Han were glued to their phones, monitoring the official shop’s server. The Li∆ x Stray Kids merchandise had just gone live—photobooks, signed polaroids, shirts, pins, holographic posters, and even a special set with digital voice messages from every member.

“Some items are already sold out!” Han exclaimed in disbelief.

“Because they love us,” Seungmin replied matter-of-factly, sipping his drink. “And because some fans are already theorizing that if you line up the photobooks, they spell ‘belonging’.”

Lia burst out laughing. “That’s real!?”

“Chan planned it. Confess, hyung,” said Minho with a raised eyebrow.

Chan just shrugged with a proud smile. “I neither confirm nor deny.”

When the clock hit zero, everyone rushed to get comfortable. Lights off. Volume up. A small camera on a tripod captured their reactions.

The Connections MV lit up the screen.

Warm colors, urban backdrops, fluid camera movements, and that powerful feeling of youth, shared identity… everything was perfect. Every frame looked like a vibrant painting. Lia radiated strength in her solo shots, while the boys—sharing glances and synchronized movements—backed her in every scene.

When the video ended, silence fell over the room for a second.

Then—shouts erupted.

“IT’S A MASTERPIECE!” Jeongin screamed.

“I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT WAS GOING TO BE INSANE!” Felix yelled, rolling on the floor like he’d won an award.

Lia, however, remained still, eyes fixed on the screen. Not because she doubted it—but because she couldn’t believe it was real. That this full, powerful version of herself now existed—alive—before millions.

Minho sat beside her and took her hand.

“It’s beautiful, Lia. You are beautiful in it.”

“Thank you,” she whispered. “For everything.”

Just then, Chan’s phone buzzed:

#1 Worldwide Trend on Twitter: “Connections MV”.

Below it: #ConNextionsOutNow.

“We did it,” Chan said, a smile too big to hide.

---

Later that night, while some of the guys were showering or scrolling through fan reactions, Lia remained on the terrace. The night was clear, the breeze cool. Seungmin quietly sat next to her.

“Too many emotions?” he asked.

“A bit. But the good kind,” she replied. “I don’t even know how to thank you all. Or life.”

“You don’t have to,” he said. “But if you want… you can start by sharing your blanket.”

She laughed and lifted one side.

“Deal.”

Seungmin got comfortable, and for a moment they just listened to the wind and the crickets.

“You know something?” he murmured after a while. “This album… this project… you… have changed something in all of us.”

“For the better?”

“For the best.”

And even though they didn’t kiss or hold hands, that night, that shared silence, was a declaration of love too.

[saturn-peache]

We're Not Together (One-Shot)

A/N: As I said, gonna post some stuff that I had already uploaded to AO3 for those who prefer reading on tumblr. Enjoy :)

NSFW (18+) MDNI | One-Shot | Evan Buckley x Reader

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You get off the FaceTime call with your parents, your heart sinking. For some reason, you didn’t think that they would ever actually come to LA to visit you, but it turns out they have plane tickets booked for your birthday in three days. A bead of sweat forms on your forehead when you hear your roommate, Buck, coming in through the front door. You wipe it off before plastering a smile on your face and going to the living room to greet him.

“Hey, Buck! You look like you could use a drink. What would you like? I’ll make you something,” you ask cheerfully. He raises an eyebrow, clearly confused by your uncharacteristically warm welcome.

“Uh,…I’ll just have a beer if you’re offering. Thank you?” He answers, wary of what is going on.

You hand him a cold can of beer, plopping down on the couch next to him. “What do you want?” He asks, clearly onto you. You try to play it off as just you being nice but he’s not buying it.

“Fine, I need your help.”

This earns a small grin. He is clearly curious about what it is you need help with.

“Okay, some back story. When I moved to LA it was with my ex, Steve. You never met him. He broke up with me almost immediately after we moved out here. That’s how I ended up living in this apartment with you. Anyway, my parents were really worried and upset that I was alone in a big, new city. They watch too much true crime and apparently only awful things happen in LA to girls who live alone. Anyway, they were complaining a lot and threatening to come to LA and force me to move back home, but then I moved in with you and I told them not to worry because I was living with a big, strong firefighter so no one was going to break into my place in the middle of the night and murder me. And, you see, I thought this was a great way to shut them down, but instead they started going off about me living with a guy and how improper that is or whatever. So, …,” You chuckle shyly, “This is where things get a little…weird.”

“Weird?”

“Yeah, so, I’m not saying it was a good idea, but, it was the first thing that came to mind and it seemed to work, until now.”

“Wait, what worked? What are you talking about?” He asks. “Okay, in an attempt to shut them up I told them that the guy I live with, well you, is my boyfriend.”

His eyebrow shot up, but he didn’t seem upset, just amused at your idiocy. “And that worked?”

“Somehow. I convinced them that it was a really serious relationship, which somehow made them get off my back about how terrible it is for a woman to live with a guy. It makes no sense to me either. Anyway, it’s been working great. Until now, because, in three days, My parents are coming to LA to visit,” You smile trying to soften the blow.

“And…?”

“And they might be staying here because they think that the second bedroom is a guest room since they think we’re, you know, together.”

He stays silent for a moment, then opens his mouth again, “Now it makes more sense why you ask me to take selfies with you after your mom calls.”

I rub the back of my neck, “Yeah, when she starts getting suspicious about why we don’t have pictures together on ‘the Facebook’ I send her one of those to reassure her that we are still going strong.”

He chuckles at your predicament, “So, your folks will stay here for a couple days. That’s fine. I’m sure we’ll make it work.”

“So you’re fine with this? It’s not a big deal?”

“No, of course not. I’ll be at work all day for the first day anyway. But, honestly, I’m sure it will be fine.”

“No, Buck, you realise that we have to…keep up appearances while they’re here right?”

He shakes his head with a soft laugh, “Yeah, I’m sure we can hold hands or something and make it convincing. Don’t worry about it, I’ve been accused of being a flirt since forever, at least I’ll get to use it to my advantage — or, your advantage I guess.”

The next couple of days fly by. You cleaned your room, setting it up as the guest bedroom for your parents, and moved your stuff to Buck’s room. When it was time, you drove to the airport to pick them up. The first thing your parents ask you during the drive was how come your boyfriend was not there. You explain that he has a long shift at the firehouse and would not be home until the next morning, which leaves your mother with a sour look on her face. She was looking forward to meeting the guy after hearing so much about him. And this part was true. You were always telling her about Buck, mostly to keep up the lie, but really because you kind of enjoyed talking to her about him. She seemed genuinely happy for you. You hoped that bubble wouldn’t be burst during the next three days.

You make a reservation for four at Gianluca’s for your birthday dinner under Buck’s name, the Italian restaurant you lied to your mother about Buck taking you to on date nights. You make sure to shoot him a text telling him that he was surprising you with dinner at your favourite place, keeping him updated on the web of lies you were weaving.

The first day runs smoothly. After all, you’re alone with your parents. The charades haven’t begun yet. That night, you bid goodnight to your parents, then retire to Buck’s room for the night, sleeping in the empty bed.

Early in the morning you were woken up by the sound of the front door closing quietly, followed by footsteps trailing to the door. Buck entered the dark room. You were barely awake but you could make out his silhouette undressing down to his boxer shorts and getting in bed. When he felt you there he gasped and cursed under his breath. “Oh, Jesus, I forgot about this,” He whispered, grabbing his pillow and a blanket.

“Where are you going?”

“Nowhere, I’m gonna sleep on the floor.”

“Come on, that’s ridiculous. You just got off work,” You scoot over in the bed, “we’re adults right?”

He gets into bed next to you, his breathing soon letting you know that he was sound asleep, and you manage to get a few more hours of shuteye before waking up to the dapples of light coming through the blinds. You open your eyes, realising Buck isn’t next to you. You go out into the kitchen and see him with his apron on, and your parents sat at the kitchen table.

“Morning, sleepy head,” He says, coming up to you and kissing your cheek, “Happy birthday!” You’re caught off guard for a moment but then just play along. He’s making pancakes for all of you, heart-shaped for the birthday girl, and its clear that you had interrupted your mother’s riveting retelling of a story from your childhood. The four of you have breakfast together, and Buck plays along perfectly. You present your planned itinerary to your parents, suggesting the three of you visit the zoo. Your mother asks why Buck will not be joining you and you begin to form an excuse before he cuts you off.

“Oh, no, honey. Didn’t I tell you? That fell through, I’m coming with you.” You shoot him a weird look but he ignores it. “Yeah, I take Chris there all the time, so I can give you a great tour, complete with facts on all the animals.” Your mother nods enthusiastically, like she already knows all about who Chris is, and you wonder just how long they had been talking before you got out of bed.

Buck drove you all to the zoo. He insisted on it. He was walking you through each exhibit, spouting off facts about the animals, just as he had promised. He was being the perfect gentleman, and you could tell that your mother was enjoying the show. He took your hand somewhere around the meerkats and hasn’t let it go since.

The four of you take a photo in front of the flamingos, smiling like one big happy family. That’s when you begin to get a sick feeling in your stomach, feeling guilty for lying to your parents. It was one thing to fib over the phone but putting this much effort into keeping this up seemed a step too far. But you were in too deep, saying something now would be weirder. You’re not sure when you became a dishonest person — you used to tell your mom everything, but one small lie, which seemed insignificant at the time, was now becoming a full-on theatrical production. At least Buck didn’t seem to mind playing along. In another life he could have been an actor.

His arm is draped around your shoulder as he talks to your mom about the time he lived with an alpaca in Peru and you wonder whether he’s making it up or if he actually did live in Peru and you just didn’t know about it. You still feel uneasy, your mind wrought with thoughts about how you’re acting like a bad daughter and a bad friend, mixed with the cotton candy Buck bought for you, making your stomach turn. He instantly picks up on it and sits you down on a bench, feeling your forehead with the back of his hand.

“What’s wrong, darling?” He asks, his voice riddled with concern.

“I’m fine, It’s just the heat I think. Keep walking, I’ll find you in a minute.”

He rummages in his bag for a bottle of cold water and opens it before handing it to you, “Here, this should help you feel better.” He tells your parents to keep going and that you two would join them later on, staying by your side. Your parents walk on but he doesn’t stop rubbing your back when they do.

“You can stop doing that, they can’t see us,” You groan. He reluctantly takes his hand off you but still sits close. “You’re a little too good at this.”

“You sound like you’re complaining. Isn’t that what you wanted.”

“I didn’t want any of this!” You snap. He’s taken aback but he says nothing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to raise my voice. I just feel awful for lying. I should have just said something before. I could have just told them it was a lie. ‘I’ve been in LA for over a year and I haven’t been kidnapped and also my roommate isn’t a perv’ would have sufficed. Instead I’ve roped you into this mess.”

“I mean it’s not the best idea you’ve ever had, but it’s not a huge deal. Let’s just have a good time today. It’s your birthday. Then, tomorrow, maybe you can tell them that we’re really just friends,” He said, reassuring you. He grabs your hand again as the two of you catch up to your parents.

That same evening, you’re in Buck’s room, getting ready to go out to dinner. He got ready early, letting you have the room to yourself while you got dressed. You wore an elegant, form-fitting dress, with dainty jewellery to go with it. You kept things simple with your hair and makeup, save for a little bit of glitter on your eyelids. It was your birthday after all. You finished off the look with a pair of heels, and exited the room into the living room. Buck was on the couch, and his head turned when he heard the door open out of reflex. His eyes widened, taking you in, and you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Is it too much?” You ask shyly.

He shakes his head, “Not at all. You look…you look great.” He gets off the couch, grabbing the bouquet that was on the coffee table, handing it to you.

“Buck, you really didn’t have to get me anything.”

He just shrugs as you look for a vase to place the flowers into. They’re stargazer Lillies —your favourite. You wonder how he could have possibly known that or if it was just a good guess, but either way it warmed your heart.

Your parents come out into the living room, ready to go. They admire the flowers, and your mom coos at Buck, going on about what a gentleman he is. Once again, he insists on driving to the restaurant. When you get to Gianluca’s, he gives the keys to the valet, then rushes around to your side, opening the door for you and helping you out of the Jeep.

You walk in and the host leads you to your table. You have a surprisingly good time, considering the circumstances. There are no awkward moments or weird tension in the air. It seems like your mother loves Buck, and Buck is doing a good job of acting like he loves you. Even your father, who’s usually the protective type, seems to approve of your relationship. The waiters bring out a slice of cake with a candle in it, and the people around your table clap. You could die of embarrassment but Buck’s arm around you is grounding and reassuring.

“Oh, go ahead, kiss her! Don’t be shy,” Says your mother encouragingly. He doesn’t hesitate, pulling you in for a kiss. It’s over in the blink of an eye but his soft lips on yours felt electric, leaving a trace long after the kiss was broken.

Your parents insist on paying for the meal, wanting to show their appreciation for the two of you hosting them during their trip as well as to treat you on your birthday.

You are exhausted when you get back home. It had been a long day of walking around in the sun, and, although you had a great time, calculating every word to keep up your lie was tiring. You got ready for bed, putting on a pair of silk pyjama shorts with a matching tank and got into bed. Buck emerges a few minutes later, wearing nothing but a pair of sleep shorts. He catches you looking at him with a surprised look on your face. “What?”

“Nothing. I just didn’t realise you slept like that every night. I thought last night you were just too tired to get dressed after work,” You explained.

“Oh, sorry. I can put on something else if you’d be more comfortable.”

“No, don’t worry about it. I’m not uncomfortable,” You assured him.

He got into bed next to you and you turned off the lamp. “Goodnight, Buck,” you whispered.

“Goodnight, birthday girl.”

You open your eyes, feeling a hand on your arm shaking you gently. When you wake up properly, you realise that you are latched on to Buck, your arms grabbing onto his shoulders and your leg draped across his hips.

You blush, apologising. “It’s fine, really,” he reassures, as you push yourself off him. His breath hitches when you move your thigh off him but you pretend you didn’t hear anything, turning your body away from him and trying to go back to sleep.

When you wake up again the blinds are slightly illuminated. You’re still with your back towards Buck but your bodies are now pressed up against each other, with one of his big arms strewn across your body in sleep. The feeling of his bulging shorts on your ass cheek is unmistakable. Your face gets hot and you try to shimmy away, but his grip on you tightens as he mumbles something incoherent. Eventually you manage to slip out of his grip, and scurry out of the room, turning on the coffee pot.

You pour yourself a cup and a few minutes later, Buck emerges. His hair is messy and you can’t help but think that he looks pretty cute. He’s put on a T shirt which just about covers his hips, not wanting to run into your parents shirtless and sporting a hard-on. He pushes past you to get a cup of coffee, his hand resting on your arm for less than a second, but it makes you feel some kind of way. You shake the thought from your head. Clearly, the pretending has confused your nervous system. He sits next to you and both of you drink in silence. When he hears the door open to your parents’ bedroom, he automatically places his arm around you, making the hair on your neck stand up. “You don’t have to…I’m gonna come clean, remember?” You whisper to him.

He looks a little confused then reluctantly lowers his arm, and you can’t help but feel the absence of his touch.

Your dad comes out of the room looking a little bit worried. He explains that your mom has a migraine, something she often struggles with. You find some painkillers and take them to her, making sure she’s doing alright, helping to blackout the room so she can rest. You decide to head to CVS to get her a cold mask which usually help her to feel better. Your dad stays behind but Buck obviously tags along. He drives while you sit in the passenger seat, and he touches your thigh reassuringly with his other hand on the wheel. His touch catches you off guard and makes your stomach flip.

“We’re not actually a couple, Buck, you don’t need to keep pretending.”

“I’m just trying to be there for you. Besides, you probably shouldn’t come clean to them now, maybe wait until your mom is feeling better,” He advises.

“Yeah, sure, you’re right, but, we’re alone right now. We don’t have to pretend.”

“I’m not. I just wanted to remind you that I’m here for you. That’s all. I didn’t mean anything by it,” He protests.

“No, yeah. I know. I’m sorry, I’m just a bit on edge. I’ve been a total bitch to you these last couple days.” He chuckles and shakes his head.

“Hey, I get it. You wouldn’t want to see me around my parents either. Trust me.”

You walk through the aisles at CVS, looking for ice masks and anything else marketed for treating migraines. Buck walks behind you silently like a shadow. You walk past the family planning section and a box of condoms falls off the shelf right in front of your feet. Buck picks it up and goes to place it back, but then hesitates and turns to you. “Maybe we should get some, you know, to really sell this thing,” he suggests.

You roll your eyes, “I told you we’re done pretending, and anyway, I don’t need my parents to know about all that.” He shrugs and puts the box back.

Back in the car, you sit in silence while Buck drives. You get to the apartment, giving the stuff you bought to your mom. Your dad sits in the living room watching the game and drinking a beer. You sit with him for a while but he’s really into the game and you grow bored and a little hungry, so instead, you decide to look for Buck to see if he’s hungry too, so you can start preparing something for lunch. When you push the bedroom door open you’re met with a fully naked Buck laying in bed. You lock eyes, both of you like deer in headlights, then you shut the door quickly, trying your best to be silent. Your cheeks are definitely glowing and you try to blink away the image. A few moment later the door opens again, and he is now dressed, pulling you into the room.

“Sorry, I was just, uh, I was changing, and then I got a little distracted…” He begins.

“No, no. It’s my fault. I should have knocked,” You assure him, the red tinge on your cheeks still evident. “I was just gonna ask if you’re hungry.”

“Yeah, I could eat. I’ll come help you make something. How does pasta sound?” He suggests.

You cook alongside each other in silence, apart the low volume of the game on the TV in the living room. You can’t shake the image of him in bed. It had only been a second but you saw him. You saw…it. And your mind cannot stop thinking about what he was doing in there. You’re not an idiot, you know what he was about to do, imagining exactly what it would look like in your head. You try hard to rid your mind of the image but the more you try the more it cements itself there. Distracted, you bump into him, apologising shyly. He can sense that something is off and he feels guilty about it. You decide to just say something, desperate to clear the air.

“It’s not a big deal. Really, I mean, it’s just a body, right? I’ve seen those before,” You begin.

He smirks, “Have you now?”

“I’m serious. It doesn’t have to be weird between us just because I saw…that.”

“I know…I didn’t think things were weird.”

“No, yeah exactly. We’re adults, we should be able to talk about these things without it being awkward.”

He takes this as an invitation, “I was just a little…pent up,” He whispers, watching the blush creep back onto your cheek. “Relax, I’m just enjoying watching you get this flustered. We don’t have to talk about it,” He chuckles.

You nod, returning your attention to the cooking.

Later that night, you’re in Buck’s bed again, both of you asleep. At least, you were asleep, before he pulled you against him in his sleep. He was pressed against you, spooning. You almost went back to sleep when you felt his erection against your ass once again. You thought about waking him but you didn’t want another awkward moment, not after that afternoon. You didn’t really mind. You were both wearing shorts, anyway.

The next morning, your parents’ trip had come to an end and it was time to drive them to the airport. You realised that you never told them the truth, deciding to just tell them you broke up over text or something later. You hug them goodbye at the glass doors and then return to the car. Buck tries to make you feel better by making a joke about you getting your rooms back and not having to share a bed or walk in on each other in compromising positions.

“Yeah, finally, I’ll get to sleep without anything poking me,” You play along.

He blushes, “I mean, I wasn’t lying when I said I was pent up before.”

You chuckle, “Well, you are officially relieved of your fake boyfriend duties. Thanks again, by the way. You did surprisingly well.”

“Yeah…”

“Yeah…”

There’s a long stretch of silence.

“It wasn’t that hard, you know,” He says, breaking the silence, “Pretending to be your boyfriend.”

“I mean I’m sure you have loads of practice,” you smile.

“No,” he pauses, “I mean its not hard to touch you and kiss you,” he glances away from the road to look at your face, “and act like I’m in love with you.”

“Buck…”

“Are you gonna tell me you hated it?”

You shake your head, then, realising he probably can’t see you clearly out of his peripheral vision, “It was nice.”

“Yeah, but now, now, I think I’ve developed a habit for it,” he tentatively places his hand on your knee, the other on the wheel.

“Buck…,” you begin again, unsure of what you even want to say.

“Tell me you don’t feel it too,” He pleads.

“I…,” You hesitate.

You’ve arrived back at the apartment now, and he pulls into a spot right in front of the building, his hand still on your knee. With the car parked, he can finally take his eyes off the road and place them on you.

He looks like a kicked puppy sometimes, and this is one of those times.

You decide to be brave, reaching over the centre console and grabbing his face with both hands, kissing him softly, the same way he had kissed you at the restaurant. His hands find your waist and he deepens the kiss, kissing you like he means it, his tongue running over your lip, engulfing you passionately.

You break the kiss, looking into those puppy eyes framed with long lashes. You can’t help the smile that breaks out on your face, and seeing you smile makes him smile.

“What?” He asks, his dimple making an appearance.

“Nothing,” you assure, “I really want to get inside,” you nod towards the apartment building door.

He jumps out of the car, opening your side and helping you out. The two of you barely make it through the door before you’re kissing again. You make out in the elevator on the way up, only breaking the kiss to unlock the front door. You pull his shirt off, eager to see his bare chest again. His large hands wander, feeling the curve of your hips.

He lifts you up with ease, setting you down on the kitchen counter and reaching his hands under your dress, all while still kissing you on the mouth. His fingers find the waistband of your panties and he pulls them down swiftly, discarding them. He uses one hand to cup your face while the other travels up your thigh, finding your core. His fingers feel around, parting your lips gently. He feels how slippery you are already, your body aching to have him, and he smirks a little into the kiss. He rubs circles on your clit making your legs shake and your back arch.

Then, he pulls your hips closer to the edge of the counter, hiking up your sundress and pushing your legs open. You gasp when his tongue lands on your clit, lapping at it relentlessly. You grab a hold of his head, rocking your hips softly against his face. He introduces his fingers, inserting one inside you while he licks your clit. Then adds another finger, curling them up and making you moan. Your noises are music to his ears and he works hard to get you to make more. His other hand is on the back of your thigh, pushing your legs open. He can feel you tremble under his touch and he relishes in the feeling. He loves that he can make you feel so good already. You feel your pleasure building to its peak, instinctively squeezing your thighs together, but his strong hands hold you spread open and he licks you through your high. You pant, trying to catch your breath and he comes back up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his mouth.

“You’re so good…,” You whimper. Those words are like a drug to him. His blue eyes look black, staring into your soul with a look you can’t begin to describe — something between desire and adoration. He helps you down off the counter and you immediately crash into his lips, needing to kiss him again. You tug at his jeans and he helps you take them off him, your lips still attached. You spit in your hand, dipping it into his boxers and stroking him. You feel how hard he is getting while you do that and you can’t help but blush at the sheer size of him while your fingers attempt to wrap around him. You had seen it when you walked in on him the day before, but you didn’t appreciate just how big he was before feeling him like this. His lips latch onto your neck and he moans softly as your hand teases him.

You take your hand out of his boxers and he immediately grabs it and leads you to his room. You giggle softly at his eagerness, but you can’t deny you need this just as much as he does. He undoes the zipper on the back of your dress, letting it fall to the floor. He licks his lips, admiring the sight of your naked body. You feel a little bit like prey being scrutinised by a hungry predator, but it only excites you further.

He radiates warmth as he comes to stand behind you, your bodies barely an inch apart. His fingers run up your spine with a featherlight touch that makes you shiver, before settling around the back of your neck, then slowly creeping up to your head. He runs them through your hair, massaging your scalp and making you close your eyes in pleasure, before he gently grabs the hair at the roots and tugs on it, making you crane your neck back, taking the opportunity to kiss your lips again, then trailing kisses down your neck. While kissing you, his hands undo the clasp of your bra and it slowly falls down your body onto the carpeted floor, exposing your breasts. He wastes no time, pinching your nipple between his fingers while his tongue flicked over the other one.

“I wasn’t done,” you hum while he plays with your breasts. He seems confused, looking up at you without taking his mouth off your nipple. So you continue, “before you dragged me in here, …I wanted to taste you.” Now the confusion in his eyes was replaced with desire.

You reach back into his boxers, this time tugging them down all the way, once again grabbing hold of his member. The thought crosses your mind if he’ll even be able to fit. You drop to your knees before him, and he throws his head back in anticipation even before your lips take hold of his tip. You run your tongue over it, suctioning your lips around his width. You try to will your body to make more saliva, then lower yourself onto him, taking him as far down your throat as you can, ignoring your gag reflex’s protests. When you finally have to come up for air, there are strands of spit connecting your tongue to him, making both your chin and his cock glisten. You take him back into your mouth, bobbing up and down while his hand holds your hair in a makeshift ponytail, fighting his urges to guide you deeper.

After several minutes of your mouth taking him beautifully, he can’t take it anymore, and pulls you back up on your feet, immediately capturing your lips in a hungry kiss.

“I need you,” He whispers into your mouth and pushes you gently onto the mattress, “can I?”

You nod and almost whimper as you say, “please.”

In seconds he is hovering over you, pushing his hips against yours and calling you beautiful while he kisses your neck and chest. He turns you over onto your stomach, kissing the back of your neck and down your spine, the continued stream of compliments leaving his lips.

One of his hands grabs hold of your hip, his thumb tracing circles over your butt cheek, spreading you open for him. You gasp as you feel the tip of his cock grazing your glistening lips. He whispers into your ear, “Is this okay? Can I take you like this, beautiful girl?”

You shudder, the gentleness of his words contrasting with the tight grip of his hand. “Yes, Buck, please,” You answer, almost mad at yourself for how needy you sound.

The head of his cock pushes past your folds and into your opening, slowly sliding into you with ease due to the ample wetness he made your body produce, despite the fact that he was much larger than anything you were used to. Your legs go weak as he buries himself into you fully, reaching even the deepest spots which make your eyes roll back. Due to the position he has you in, each long and deep thrust also stimulates your clit which rubs on the bedsheets. He starts off slow, careful not to cause you any pain or discomfort, but it becomes pretty clear to the both of you that all he is making you feel is pleasure. He lets himself thrust a little faster, keeping a steady rhythm, and you can hear the loud sloshing your bodies make with every thrust. You would be embarrassed, but it feels too good for you to care. Buck is also clearly in ecstasy. Your body envelopes him so well, taking him like it’s what you were made for. You are warm and wet and perfect. He continues to whisper praise into your ear but you can barely make out a word, too lost in the intensity of the pleasure you are feeling. He pulls out of you, and for a second you’re confused, and you begin to ask, “why?” until he expertly flips you over onto your back, sliding right back into you. The position provides a new angle, hitting different spots.

“Want to look into your eyes. Want to see your face when you cum,” he explains between ragged breaths, the words themselves sending jolts of electricity through you. He grips the bottoms of your thighs, pushing them up, spread, with your knees close to your shoulders, then hoists your ankles up over his shoulders, somehow fucking you even deeper than before. Your nails dig into his large biceps.

“Buck,” you breathe out, “I think I’m gonna…”

“Come for me. Come around my cock like a good girl,” He assures you, sending you over the edge. Your legs vibrate and your back arches off the mattress. His relentless pace does not falter, which drags out your pleasure, and you continue writhing and moaning under his touch.

Feeling your orgasm and the way you clench down on him makes his own orgasm imminent. “Baby, where do you want me to come?” He asks, and it dawned over both of you that in your frenzy, you hadn’t discussed it at all.

“Inside…me,” you croak out, too far gone to even begin forming a coherent sentence beyond what was necessary.

That was all the encouragement he needed. Before long, his thrusts become erratic and sloppy, fucking into you desperately, before pushing himself all the way inside you, as deep as he possibly can. You feel his cock twitch and then the warmth pooling inside you as his release coats your insides, with a deep groan and a simple “fuck.”

He collapses onto you for a moment, and you can feel his heart beating against your own chest. He lifts himself off you, worried that he might crush you, but still not pulling out. He just stares at your face. Both of you have flushed faces, with red lips which had been kissed raw, and a dopey daze in your eyes. You admire the way his blue eyes sparkle, the way his birthmark seems a little more noticeable than usual, the way his curls stick to his skin with sweat. You were always obviously aware that he was attractive, but right now you could not tear your eyes away from his face if you wanted to. He is so pretty. Truly beautiful. And he’s thinking the exact same thing about you.

When he finally pulls out of you, you instantly miss the way he filled you. He reaches for a used t-shirt and wipes you clean before using it to clean himself up. Then, he wraps his arms around you, holding you as close to his chest as possible, almost constricting your breathing.

After a few minutes of calm cuddling, he finally speaks, “Don’t bother texting your mom that we’re not really together.”

[shaissa]

seeing all the early twenty somethings interacting this week AND all the liv mentions* is making me miss her so much more </3 i keep thinking about how she’d fit into this current group of people her age.

like i am Not entirely caught up on 2019-2022 but from what i have heard they really dropped the livgabby relationship which is unfortunate. the wiki says liv is gabby’s son’s godmother though?!! that’s adorable <3

and of course liv and sarah are both dinglesugdens so it would be interesting to see them interacting as adults. (i always thought the age difference between them was bigger than it is. but i mean they both dated jacob, they’re in the same age group.)

and kammy is so like bubbly sunshine personified. he reminds me of gerry honestly </3 and i always loved liv and gerry’s dynamic. bet liv and kammy would play off each other well.

i have no idea if they would have kept vinny and liv together the past three years or not. i mean would they have even gotten married if they weren’t planning to kill liv off later that year idk :((

regardless, just wish she was alive and in the village right now. missing her forever.

*mind you i don’t particularly like the WAY they’re talking about liv or her asexuality but it IS nice to hear her name so often lately. both with robron and with this vinny storyline

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent life photos

[doctorweebmd]

accidentally* brainstormed a very complete outline for chapters 4-8 for eih, which should theoretically take us through Part 1. which is. you know. a godsend or whatever.

*accidentally meaning i was just eating delicious pancakes and the thoughts happened. usually its me crying screaming and shitting myself in front of an empty word document where ideas manifest. this is notably much more pleasant.

[hearts-hunger]

i'm extremely good at hiding when the conversation of my coworkers triggers me but i don't know if that's a good thing

[screampied]

C*M RIGHT ON ME, I MEAN CAMARADERIE ☆

☆ sum. what’s bed chem? where they like to finish inside, when you both arrive at the same time, and the thermostat’s set at six-nine. toji, nanami, choso, gojo, sukuna.

warnings. fem! reader, established relationships, unprotected, premature ejac, lots of cúmplay, ōral (m! receiving), praise, dirty talk, overstim, impact play, squírting, bōob job, manhandling, size kink, spít, brēeding kink.

☆ NANAMI KENTO - TUMMY.

nanami was a gentleman—he didn’t mind filling you up, but he’d rather prefer to paint your tummy instead. he’d always have you in missionary too, giving you deep passionate strokes whilst he’s buried nose deep near the crook of your neck. “sweetheart, you’re doin’ so good,” he softly rasps as blond tresses of hair glue against his perspiring skin. with just how close he was—you feel his husky pants ghost against your skin, nearly tasting his loud rosemary cologne scent. “mmh, missed you all day at work. had a boner in my meeting ‘n everything.”

“y- yeah?” you pant right with him, weak arms wrapping around his broad narrow shoulders. nanami’s so slow that it’s almost painful, trying to make every thrust count. you’re slathering his entire cock with nothing but your slippery slick, hearing the weeping sloshes purr from beneath your folds. he was hitting you good, and the back of your ankles find themselves running down his chiseled back. with a sheepish smile—you meet his mahogany-eyed gaze, moaning put sweet nothings. “you weren’t thinkin’ about me in your meeting, were you ‘ken?”

“ah,” he grunts, “you know i was, sweetheart,” and he’s staring at you with the most warmest expression. his soft fawn eyes linger on you the entire time and he brings a tender kiss near the twitching corner of your mouth. “all i think about is you,” he kisses near underneath your chin. “only you,” and you moan once he sneaks a hand down between your sprawled open thighs, giving your stuffed pussy a loving pat. “and of course her.”

nanami’s pace slowly accelerated as he moved— you can’t help but drag your nails down his back, clinging onto him for dear life. “fuck,” your head falls back against the cushioned pillow that’s laid directly behind you. his hips, they were delicious.

nanami pounds into you in such a romantic way, and yet his thrusts were far more crude. he knew how to fuck, and he knew how to hit all the right spots to make you gasp. “kento, ohmygod,” you’d whine out his name constantly in sweet repeated syllables. “faster, ‘s okay, fuck me. fuck m- me.”

“such a naughty mouth my wife has,” he whispers, and his voice pitches—growing a bit raspy. he’s driving fat inches into you, jaggedly crashing his hips into you again and again. you moan, feeling strands of his hair tickle against your forehead. “oughta clean it,” his voice goes even lower, and the bass that lives on his tone makes you throb. he feels it—your spongy insides desperately convulsing around him. nanami cups your chin, pressing a wet chaste kiss against your lips. “faster, hm? ‘s that what you want, my love?”

as your eyes start to flicker back, rolling toward the very depths of your cranium—you whimper, babbling out pathetic whiny cries by this point. “y- yes, faster please ‘ken. need it, fuck me.”

his body sticks against yours practically - skin against skin, and he’s attached to you like velcro.

your cunt’s soaking him fully and it makes him bite the inside of his hollow cheek. nanami reaches onto the wooden-made headboard with a single burly arm, and you moan at the sight of his bulging muscles flexing from his grasp. “i see you checking me out, honey,” he chuckles, his hips bucking even quicker. you whimper once his cock kisses up against your clit. it scratches such a carnal itch in your brain that makes your thighs almost collapse. fuck, he found the spot, he found that spot and now you were sure your brain was short-circuiting. fuzziness coils at your brain before you cutely try to paw your hands at his arms. “go ‘head. feel me up, sweetheart. these muscles belong all to you.”

as your hands feel against his brick hard muscles, nanami’s blond brows contort into a furrow once he feels a sudden familiar strain. “oh, god,” and you feel this pace gradually slow down. he bites his lip, still holding onto the headboard while another hand grips your waist. “honey, you’re gonna make a mess out of me again, fuck.”

nanami rarely swears—but when he does, it makes you throb. he tries not to, but whenever he’s stuffed deep inside of your cunt, he can’t help it. you’re clinging onto him with your pretty thighs wrapped around his slim waist. “cum, ‘ken.” you moan, flimsy arms wrapping around his tense shoulders. nanami’s weight hovers over you completely, and he feels your finger twirl against his faint blond chest hair. he huskily groans, giving you those last final deep strokes before shooting complete blanks.

with quickness, nanami pulls his cock out— and he sprays globs of satiny ribbons right on your bare tummy. he groans as his pink lips purse together and he’s shaking. your pussy’s so soaked, and he only imagined what would happen if he came inside. the thought purged his mind—flooding his thoughts, and he takes a few seconds before collapsing right on your chest.

“are you alright?” he pants, resting his chin between your breasts. for a faint moment, you see him pouting and you kiss his forehead. a sheepish grin spreads against his lips before you feel him softly pressing down on your tummy. “i wasn’t too harsh, was i?”

“again, kento,” you playfully coo, and he’s taken by surprise once you suddenly get up, lightly shoving him on his back. landing with a quiet ‘oof,’ nanami falls back against the bed with a timid look in his eyes, allowing you to straddle his lap. “this time, inside though.”

“yes ma’am,” he replies in a cheeky tone, still sweating as he brings his broad bare hands toward your waist. “let’s see if you can handle me, sweetheart,” and you moan once he abruptly spanks your ass, leaning in to whisper against your ear. “your move.”

☆ CHOSO KAMO - TITS.

“get on your knees,” choso mumbles, remembering you wanted him to be a bit more rough whenever it came to intimate activities. he’s got the biggest pout though as he’s stroking himself awkwardly, a pout twisting against his pink lips. “…please,” he murmurs quietly, watching as you got down on your knees, reaching an arm behind you to unclasp your bra. choso’s already panting as he gawks, swollen round thumb grazing up against his veiny bulging cock. “good girl, good.”

“you remember what to do next, baby?” you sweetly hum, cupping each of your springy tits. god, you looked so pretty. choso loved finishing on your chest. after you demonstrated to him what a ‘boob job’ was, he became obsessed. sure, he liked finishing inside too but he always preferred this—spraying creamy ropes near your breasts, and his favorite part was to always shove his cock in between them.

you taught him a lot, and maybe he was far dirtier than you expected.

with a nod, he continues to pump his cock into his hand before groaning out a, “mhm,” and he kisses his teeth. already, he was close. you drove him crazy - you and him both knew that, and it makes him get harder at realizing how big of a mess he’s about to make - on you.

choso’s cock was so pretty — it’s long, and stands tall right before your eyes. your eyes rove at how it’s got a slight left lazy curve due to how heavy it was, as well as having a prodding vein running down the middle of his shaft. you can’t help but lean in, lapping your tongue against the vein as you bounce your doughy twin mounds with the palm of your hands. “f- fuck, baby you’re teasin’ me,” he moans, a hand of his grabbing onto the top of your head. dewy eyes of yours slowly glance up at him and you hum, licking a long playful stripe right down from his swollen tip until you reach his shaven base. “ah, you don’t wanna wait, do you? should i just—”

“go ‘head, ‘cho,” you coo, twiddling your thumbs against the sensitive nubs of your nipples. doing so, you make yourself twitch between your legs and you moan, giving his achy tip a quick kiss.

“o- okay,” he swallows thickly, and his breaths become more and more shallow. choso’s abs tighten and clench and you watch how a single drop of sweat races down the very center. he’s got the prettiest expressions. his lip quivers before he gnaws on it, letting off a soft whine at the tightening pressure that’s arising against his cock. “baby, tell me if it’s too much,” he mumbles with pouty lips, and that’s when he aligns his shaft in between your jiggling breasts. a perfect fit, he moans immediately once you sit up with a teasing smile, circling your tits around repeatedly. “fuck, keep doin’ that. touch yourself, uh huh.”

as your hands cling onto your plump breasts, he’s slowly thrusting his dick in between your tits. you feel that same prodding vein that runs against his shaft against your skin and you sigh. “cum, choso. give it t’ me.” you softly utter, never breaking eye contact. choso practically had heart eyes — only you could talk to him like that and make him entirely weak. he lets off a sweet elongated moan, watching with saucer-wide eyes as his hardened dick’s gradually disappearing in between the valley of your breasts.

“ngh, ‘m cumming,” he groans in a low voice, inhaling his final sharp breath. as choso’s nostrils flare up, it’s only then that he abruptly cums on your chest, painting the upper part of your frame with his creamy white color. “mmh, shit,” his head tosses back, and his dick finally grows flaccid. choso’s soft now, and his tip’s still the same rosy white, streams and streams of speedily dribbling from the sides. he’s huffing as a bit of it plops on your cheek and you swipe a thumb against it, lapping it right up. “baby, you’re s- so dirty.”

“for you,” you reply in a honeyed tone, leaning in more to slowly swirl your tongue around his throbbing crowned tip. foaming minuscule bubbles ooze from the reddened head of his cock and he groans, still feeling the euphoric after effects of his body. the sensitivity of it all feels good, and it leaves an unforgettable sweet taste in his mouth. you’re still on your knees and as he’s coated the entire parts of your tits with spurts of hot dripping cum. you lick your lips, giving his tip one more kiss. “you did so good, baby. good boy.”

with his dick still in hand, his eyes widen at your praise and it’s so cute—he’s got literal heart eyes forming before his pout returns.

“… say that again,” he gruffs, a thumb delicately smearing against your glossed lips. you were covered in his mess, and he only wanted to do it more. “please, say that again.”

with a sheepish smile, you hum. “good boy?”

“mm,” he moans from just your words, and you gasp once he suddenly lifts you up. choso’s panting, and you realize he’s leading you toward the bedroom. “i- i need to show you just how much of a ‘good boy’ i can be. h-heh.”

☆ TOJI FUSHIGURO - INSIDE.

“fuuckk, dunno who’s the bigger slut right now, baby girl. you or these. damn. hips.” toji groans, enunciating each virile thrust.

raven shaggy strands block his semi-blurred eyesight as his own sculptured hips continue to punctuate each hit against your very core. you’re moaning until the cords in your throat goes strained—he’s got you laid flat on the bed. ass up, face down.

his favorite, toji loved his doggystyle.

not only did he love it though, he was fucking mean. each jackhammering clap of his hips sends you whiplash as multiple breaths snatch out from your throat. “yeaaahhh, take it. fuckin’ take it. move that ass against me, don’t be lazy,” he grunts, verdant eyes peering at the doughy globes of your rear jerk and toss back against him. with a swatting hand going towards your left ass cheek, he grabs your hip with another. “oh, c’mon. you can move quicker than that big girl. thought you could take me.”

“hngh, i can,” you mewl out, hearing your own cunt retaliate against his teasing. he’s buried so deep that the crown of his cock’s just sloppily making out with your cervix. so big, the crooked stretch of his dick always makes you drool, aching for more within each pivotal stroke. you feel a scarred thumb of his caress down the juncture of your jittery waist as your cheek smushes up against your pillow. “toji, you’re jus’ fuckin’ big.”

“watch that mouth,” he swats a palm against your ass again, making you moan. the bed beneath you both wails out a plethora of groans, sounding as if it the headboard was about to shatter into a million pieces. the cocky authority in his low deep voice makes your cunt twitch — and oh, does he feel it. “cute, strugglin’ ‘ta take me ‘n yet your pussy’s tellin’ me something else,” and once he leans further in, his chest brushing up against your back, he’s even deeper. toji’s swollen fat crown massages through your walls and you whimper, feeling his hand softly wrap around your throat. “you’re soaking me, you know that? ‘n you said you weren’t even that wet, liar. .”

your eyes gradually droop once he creeps his hand up toward your face, popping two fingers into your mouth. “put that bratty fuckin’ mouth to use,” a husky voice whispers against the shell of your ear. you happily take his two digits, swirling your tongue around the thickness of them both whilst he’s still ruthlessly pounding you. your ass sticks up in the air and he groans, continuing to hump his hips achingly against your backside. “fuck, good girl. get my fingers wet. gonna shove ‘em right in this sloppy pussy later,” and he hears you let off a sweet needy coo. spanking your cunt with his free hand, he licks near your neck. “oh? you’d like that, huh doll?”

shamelessly, you nod at his words and he darkly chuckles. cute, even with your throat being stuffed with his fingers. and you’re nothing but a mess too. strings of spit drizzle down the inner crevices of your mouth as your tongue curls around his fingers. “shit, y’er gonna make me cum,” his breath grows shaky, and he hears your pussy starting to whine out airy moans of itself. gummy flesh sticks against each other from each thrust and it’s hard. both gripping mounds of skin clash amongst each other at full force and the impact rings through your ears. toji groans, feeling his full base starting to tighten and his jaw clenches. “gotta make this tummy plump again, just … gotta,” and his hips dramatically buck, plummeting every length inch inside of your sopping sweet cunt. “f- fuck!”

toji gets humbled by his own release before he cums—and he groans. that final merciless shimmy of his hips rigidly sealing the deal. within seconds, he’s cumming—emitting out masses of thick slimy ropes that quickly sprays the inner lining of your pussy. your mouth’s still full of his fingers and your lashes flap, eyelids becoming insignificantly heavy. you weakly grind your hips back on him and toji’s loudly grunting. “god, i need .. a minute,” and a drop of sweat races down his sculpted v-line. a hand combs through his shaggy unkempt hair as he’s still pumping you with such salacious virility. “ugh. gonna get ya pregnant at this rate. swollen all u-up,” and his voice falters once his cock finally finishes it’s sloppy spurts.

you felt warm, a few remnants of cum tear and ooze down the undersides of your thighs—he came that much, and you only wanted more. whenever toji came inside, he’d always think about making your tummy round ‘n plump again.

“t- tojiii,” you whine, his fingers popping out of your mouth. he slowly scissors his fingers together, glancing at the glistening trail of saliva you’ve gifted his digits before he gradually pulls his cock out. your thighs were sprawled open and you could just feel his dangerous eyes bore into your back. “fuck, ‘m full.”

“good,” he rasps, smearing a fat thumb down your drooling clit. velvety ropes of cum—globs of it leak out from your folds and you’re just stupidly smothered into the pillows - fucked entirely stupid. toji’s chest heaves in and out before he brings his thumb up to his scarred lips, getting a taste for himself. “hn. not bad. now roll that ass over, baby. ‘m not done givin’ you a good fill.”

☆ SUKUNA RYŌMEN - ASS.

sukuna rarely pulls out but when he does, he likes to finish on your ass.

he loves more than anything to spank you until you’re whining from the swatting stings, constantly moaning out his name until your voice wears itself thin.

“your pussy’s always so weak,” he snarls, submissively having you on all fours. his chambers were quiet - minus the loud smacks of bodies clapping against each other every few thrusts.

his hips were maddened—he’s got you face down, fat cheek shoved into the silky made sheets with your tongue lolled out of your mouth. “ ‘s a shame, thought i trained it well,” the demon tsks, and your tummy curls once you feel his turgid tip swivel around your spongy insides. riiiight there, he hits every spot, feeling you slather all nth inches of his dick with your honeyed slick.

crimson red eyes peer at how well his dick continues to disappear within your walls—over and over, you’re gripping down on him like a vice and it makes him hiss. “there we go. there’s that pathetic squeeze,” and you moan, feeling him reach down to maneuver evil circles against your cunt. so sensitive, you writhe back against his hips and his forked tongue licks against the inside of your neck. “aw, someone’s pussy needed some lovin’ too, huh,” and as his warm breath ghosts against your skin, his thrusts grow sloppier. you shudder, feeling beads of sweat race down the cracked valley of your ass.

“suku—”

“quiet, woman,” he shushes you, a sharp nail softly grazing down your skin. you moan, taking in every lengthy inch until your toes curled. sukuna’s hips were just downright brutal—you were gasping as he moved, his pace growing completely crazed and relentless. you could barely keep up, and although he’d never say it aloud because his pride wouldn’t let him, he found it adorable. as his hands continue to toy against your stuffed squelching cunt, he groans against your ear. “hear that?” he purrs against your skin, each saturated slosh getting louder than the next, a wolffish grin curls against his lips. “you wait your turn to speak, right now it’s hers.”

your eyes were already starting to roll back, he’s hitting you deep, and that crooked curve of his cock makes you salivate everytime. “o- ooh,” you’d whimper out, feeling the fabric of his kimono tickle against your skin from each swift movement he makes. his angry tip smacks against your clit and it’s just so rude - hitting and slapping away repeatedly until your brain’s complete mush. he was right though - you were incredibly wet. your pussy was more of a crybaby than you were. the sloshing sounds pour out from your cunt bounce off the regal walls of his royal chambers and that’s when you shriek. “ ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum ‘kuna—fuck.”

“thought i told ya to keep quiet, princess,” bruising your pulsating clit continuously until you’re seeing nothing but stars. your vision glimmers, and you can see the entire galaxy, all from his deep, deep thrusts. “but, fine,” and the curse groans, knowing he was reaching his monumental high too. sukuna’s giving you his all, his pace was insanity, insane—just like he was.

his skin glues against yours after each hard ferocious thrust, sharp smacks swatting against your skin. “fuck, better take it,” and you moan once he spanks your ass again. “i didn’t tell you to stop arching, little girl. keep up.”

you moan, his swollen fat ridge of his cock continuing to drag in and out of your dripping cunt, screaming out cute squelching ‘pop’s until you’ve just about had it. here it comes, you prepare a long breath before you end up squirting right down on his cock. you’re squeezing around him tightly, clamping against him and he grunts before shortly following your lead. sukuna’s hips get sloppy, and by this point he’s just humping you from behind.

“k- kuna, fuck,” you whimper, growing quiet once clods of frothy white cum start to bubble down the sides of his thick shaft. veins prod from each sides as he’s filling you up, and it’s so much. you’re salivating, feeling his hands claw up and down your body — a wordless indication that you’re his and his alone. both of you groan in unison and as you finish gushing out on him, sukuna grunts.

“good,” he murmurs, glancing down at the translucent ring that starts to form around his full base. you’re sopping wet, so much that it’s almost pathetic. even more now that he’s gave you his cum, and sukuna watched as you bawl your empty hands into the ivory colored sheets, making a cute attempt at trying to crawl away.

“runnin’ away so soon? get back here,” he purrs, and you moan once he drags you back with his hips, a low chuckle leaving from his lips. sukuna licks down your spine before a wide thumb smears against your cunt. your folds still ooze with sultry cum before he playfully bites against your neck. “you’re still weak. pussy needs more training,” and you gasp once he leans further in, pulling your hips back down once you tried to sit up.

“now, arch girl.”

☆ GOJO SATORU - MOUTH.

whenever you go down on satoru, he’s just so pretty.

leave it to him to always make the most sluttiest facial expressions, while moaning out even sluttier moans. his long, slender fingers grip against your hair, tugging at your scalp lightly as your head continues to bobble.

“oh, fuck. that’s it baby. god, you ‘n that mouth,” he huffs, and you can hear his tone shake once you teasingly skim your tongue down the side of his cock. streams of saliva pour past the corners of your lips as he’s encouraging you to go faster and faster. thin snowy brows compress together and he even bites down on his bottom lip, flexing his perfectly chiseled muscles all because of you. satoru’s right thigh starts to bounce and he grunts, hearing the sloshing wet sounds—the way you take him fully in your mouth. his flushed tip continues to thwack back against your uvula and he hears you moaning yourself, despite it being muffled. “mhm, use that tongue. don’t be shy, wanna see you do that thing again, b- baby. spit on it.”

departing your lips from his dick, you take a second to breathe—satoru watches with dilated pupils and needy eyes, cupping your chin. “go on,” his bottom lip quivers, and although he’s trying to keep up his tough dominate act, he’s already pouting. you have a smug smile, positioning your spit-slick lips toward his crimson tip, before gathering up a nice amount of saliva. lustrous strings tug from your lips, landing on the head of his cock and he grunts—you go back to sucking him off again with a few croaking sounds leaving the back of your throat. his tip’s fat, his girth even fatter. it reaches all the way inside of your mouth, until your pretty cheeks were all puffed and full. “god, you’re so fuckin’ nasty, baby,” he starts to whine, and he can feel himself getting close - too close. with low half lidded eyes, he watches as you use a hand to stroke up and down his length, sliding your tongue all around his twitching veins that print on his hardened cock.

satoru’s legs were about to collapse—he felt it. there’s a lump growing in the back of his throat as he watches you, sloppily thrusting his hips into your mouth. “talk s- so much, all you needed was dick ‘ta keep you fed, huh?” and even his dirty talk’s becoming whiny. you had him weak, he’s feeling himself tighten and he groans once your eyes meet his. you’re so smug, he hates it - but it secretly turns him on. your pace grows relentless. as he continues to have a big hand gripped on the back of your head, making you go even further down—he lets off a gasping wheeze. “shit, ‘m gonna cum. ugh, gonna cum baby,” and as his breath starts to grow more shallow, he uses another hand to stroke your cheek. “c- can i fill up this mouth again, angel? pretty please?”

“mmph,” you nod, finding your own hand creeping down between your legs to touch yourself. you were soaked, briefly drooling from the crevices of your thighs with slick. satoru’s breath hitches before his weak pumps inside of your throat starts to get slower and slower.

the second he cums—he lets off a maddened growl. it’s cute, it shoots out in thick ropes that paint all over your tongue. it was a lot too, his poor swollen tip’s all red as you’re letting him fill your mouth with such bittersweet heaps of cum. he perfectly paints near the roof of your mouth too. satoru’s face twists as he’s dumping everything out—he’s got the cutest expression, but with the way he’s panting and moaning loudly, it’s even more lewd.

his brows furrow and he’s still trying to pump his flaccid dick into you, he wraps a hand around it before letting off a shivering groan. “that’s a g- good girl,” he says through clenched teeth, slowly dragging his cock away from your lips. he loved seeing you like this, on your knees with your lips all swollen and plump. “hah, don’t swallow yet baby. let ‘toru get a good look first.”

as your knees bury into the soft minuscule fibers that make up the carpet floor, he cups a hand under your chin. your cheeks were still full and round, storing such amounts of his candied seed before he leans down. “say ah,” he demands in a shaky tone, watching as you immediately pry open your mouth. satoru feels his dick twitch at the sight of how he poured so much down your throat, tiny velvety bubbles bubbling all around. “good. . good girl,” and he finally tells you to swallow, ogling once you take in, savoring every bittersweet drop. a thumb briskly swipes against your damp lips slowly before he inhales a sharp breath, lowering himself to your head level. “now gimme a kiss. don’t be g- greedy, i want a taste too.”

once you lean in to kiss him—he moans right inside your mouth, luxuriating in the taste of himself lingering on his tongue. satoru tastes minty, a coolly mint taste forevermore stays on his tastebuds. “fuck,” he groans between sloppy kisses, and you feel his hands slither around your waist. they go toward your ass, giving it a nice squeeze and hearing you cutely gasp. once your mouth opens just a bit more, he delves his long tongue down your throat. satoru keeps moaning in your mouth, and that’s when you feel him starting to grind himself against you. his cock that now hangs was so soft, tears of dried cum pathetically leaking from the sides. with loud lips and teeth clashing amongst each other, he abruptly stands up again, wrapping a hand around his cock. “ngh, tongue. stick it out again, baby.”

you do, lolling it out and he whispers out a ‘fuck,’ once he sees your own drool streaming down your chin, landing on your tits. such a tease, satoru scoffs with a pout before bringing his achy cock up to your lips. “s- still hungry?” the white haired man asks with a quivering lip, smacking his tip against your tongue. you moan, the loud echoey slaps from his dick slapping on your tongue. you give him a nod and he’s got a sleazy grin, staring at your cute attempts to try and suck him off again. “heh, ‘course you are. such a cock drunk baby,” and with one more smack against your twitching tongue with his swollen tip, he starts to ease his way down your tight throat again. groaning, he huffs.

“n- now open niiiiice ‘n wide, baby. ‘m gonna give you that full, all you can eat, f- fuck.”

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: The Fawn Instinct.

Pairing: Yandere!BatFam x Reader (DC).

Word Count: 5.0k.

TW: Implied Non/Con, Implied Dub/Con, Kidnapping, Prolonged Captivity, Social Isolation, Stalking, Obsessive Behavior, and No Actual Incest, But Boy If Those Freaks Aren't Trying. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Finale]

If it’d only been Bruce, you might’ve been able to live with it.

You didn’t love him, but you could imagine a world where you tried to. Most of it was circumstance; as upset as you were about the whole kidnapping thing, it wasn’t exactly a Herculean feat to endear yourself to the idea of being a handsome vigilante millionaire’s stay-at-home captive-spouse. You had no room in your heart for the stoic, reclusive, untouchable Bruce Wayne, but you could remember the adoration you’d once held for your masked hometown hero, the pride that’d once given you the force of will to all-but carry a half-conscious man in a torn cowl and a familiar suit into your apartment and lie to the cops when they came knocking. If the conditions had been different, if he’d spent a little more time as something more intimate than a stranger and a little less damning than a captor, then maybe, you could convince yourself to love him. Or, convince yourself to try, at least.

But, the conditions weren’t different, and you’d never quite had the time you would’ve needed to align Bruce Wayne with his more heroic alter ego. It’d been doomed from the start – Icarus jumping from his tower, already knowing his wings were destined to fall apart.

That aside, though, there was the more glaring issue: all his fucking kids.

Calling them kids might’ve been too generous, actually. Only Damian and Duke were younger than eighteen, and as far as you were concerned, they were your saving graces – Duke for meeting the bare minimum requirements for human decency and Damian for adamantly denying you were anything but an unwanted burden on his father. The rest were more-or-less adults, as little as you wanted to acknowledge the nonexistent age-gap between you and your gaggle of stepchildren. They were grown. They should’ve known better.

Tim, for example. He had to be… what? Nineteen? It wasn’t the pinnacle of maturity, sure, but he should’ve known you’d be able to hear your own sheets rustling through the bedroom door, should’ve assumed that you’d know he’d know Bruce would be out on patrol until sunrise. He should’ve known to wait until you were in another wing of the sprawling Wayne estate, somewhere far away from the master bedroom, or better yet, skipped rummaging through your things entirely. You knew better than to dream, though.

The door was still shut, but what was happening behind it and who was responsible were both foregone conclusions.  It was Tim, because of course it was Tim, and he going through your meager possessions, because what else would he wait until Bruce was gone to do? Cringing, you rested your shoulder against the steady wood and knocked gingerly. “…Drake? Are you in there?”

Immediately, the rustling stopped. You went on. “I think Bruce is out, if you need him. Is there something you’re trying to find?”

It was a good out. An easy out. Thankfully, he was smart enough to take the bait. A few seconds later, the door cracked, a disheveled Tim emerging with a dark blush spread over his pale cheeks and his hands shoved conspicuously deep into the pockets of his hoodie. It was a struggle not to roll your eyes. He couldn’t have been more obvious if he’d come out with his dick still in his hand.

Your cheeks ached as you put on your dozenth unstrained, unworried, everything’s-fine-because-why-wouldn’t-it-be smile of the day and moved aside to let him out. “I’ll let him know you were looking for him when he gets home,” you assured, like you couldn’t see the way his bright eyes were fixed to the carpeting. “I’m sorry I can’t be more help. You all are just so heroic – it’s still a little hard to believe I’m a part of this at all.”

“You’re perfect,” he muttered, and you pretended not to hear him, cocking your head to the side. When he corrected himself, his voice was a bit louder, a bit clearer. “Don’t worry, I… I found what I was looking for. You don’t have to bother Bruce.”

“Oh, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. He’s so proud of you and your siblings, after all – it’s practically all he talks about.” A lie, but a fair one to tell. There was no reason Tim should have to know Bruce spent the majority of your time alone with his teeth buried somewhere in your neck, muttering paranoid fantasies about how many different ways you could be killed, mutilated, or otherwise indisposed by the members of his rouges gallery. “Honestly, sometimes, it’s hard not to feel like I’ve been here for years, rather than just a couple of months.”

You only realized your mistake when those bright eyes shot to you, suddenly wide and blown out with desperation. A hand darted towards you, and you stumbled out of the way, but not quickly enough to avoid Tim’s vice-grip on your forearm, to spare yourself the feeling of something cold and wet sinking into your sleeve. “You’re leaving?” The words seemed to slur together, spilling out too quickly to be restrained or refined. “You can’t leave. Bruce won’t be able to handle it, and Steph, she’ll—I mean, security-wise, we won’t be able to make sure you’re—”

Internally, you were keeping up a steady mantra of ‘Thisissogrossthisissogrossthisissogross.’

Externally, by some miracle, your smile never wavered, only growing sweeter as you cut him off with a chirping laugh. “I’m not going anywhere,” you promised, and then, after a slight lapse, “Would you mind letting go of me? It’s—uh, it’s kind of starting to hurt.”

As if on a switch, he let go of you entirely, pulling away as abruptly as he lashed out. There was a mumbled ‘I’m sorry’, and he made a swift retreat, disappearing around the next corner before you could so much as think about bringing up Bruce, again. You watched him go, only letting your expression fall once you were sure he was out of sight.

Without further caution, you slipped into your bedroom, glazing over the mess of pulled-out drawers, overturned clothes and scattered dirty laundry in favor of falling into bed, rolling onto your chest, and screaming into your pillow as loudly and for as long as your lungs would allow.

~

You tried your best never to be alone. It was a little draining, to be honest – having to keep a running chart in the back of your mind of who you could trust and who you couldn’t, constantly trying to guess whether it’d be safer to be alone with someone or if you were better off taking your chances on your own – but you’d learned your lesson the first time you’d fallen asleep in the Wayne’s at-home movie theater and woken up to Cassandra spread over you like a human weighted blanket, staring unblinkingly at your face and playing half-consciously with your hair. You tried not to leave yourself unguarded, after that.

Alfred was your first choice, Barbra your second, with Bruce as a distant third. Sometimes, you could get away with loitering near Damian (something you hated nearly as much as he did – you could only stand to be addressed as his father’s “jezebel lover” so many times), but Bruce was at one of Damian’s school events, leaving them both conveniently unavailable, and Alfred would be locked inside of his underground shooting range for another hour and a half, an activity you knew better than to interrupt. Meaning, you were on your own.

Meaning, you’d picked a very bad time to need something to drink.

The kitchen was deathly quiet, but you still made an effort to keep your head on a swivel as you made your way carefully to a corner cabinet, like stepping on the wrong tile would trigger a pit trap, or a flurry of arrows, or one of another million terrible things you hadn’t thought were possible before Bruce dedicated himself so entirely to proving you wrong. Mentally, you reviewed your haphazardly assembled schedule as you fumbled with the wood paneling and reached for a mug from the highest shelf. Tim was definitely out, touring local colleges on Bruce’s behest, Steph was supposed to be in class, and Dick—

Your fingertips made contact with cool ceramic half a second before another, larger palm wrapped around yours, a broad chest pressing into your back as your mug was stolen out of your hand. You didn’t have to look to know who it was.

And Dick was on bed rest with three broken ribs. Right. Of course.

You really shouldn’t have bothered leaving your room at all. Suddenly, dehydration didn’t sound like such a bad way to go.

“Let me get that, baby bird.” You cringed at the petname, but nodded, letting Dick confiscate your mug and with it, your ability to make a swift exit from a conversation you’d rather not have. “Green tea, right? I know it’s your favorite.”

“On the mark as always, Dick.” There was just enough enthusiasm in your voice to overshadow the despair. You waited until you heard the muted click of an electric kettle before turning around and settling against the counter. “I wish you wouldn’t dote on me, though. I already feel useless enough as it is.”

“Don’t sweat it, I’ve been going stir-crazy all week.” He flashed you a quick smile – toothy and beaming – before pulling open the silverware drawer and rummaging through it, like Alfred would keep his teabags with his cutlery. He was topless, wearing the same pair of black sweatpants he must’ve slept in. He didn’t plan to go out, clearly, and it wasn’t like you had much of an alternative. “This is just the basics, too. For a while there, I had your breakfast, lunch, and midnight snack preferences memorized.”

You forced yourself to smile, albeit, not as brightly as him. “…did you, now?”

“Mhm. B had us running in-person surveillance before he finally bit the bullet and brought you home, and—” He cut himself off with a sudden laugh, shaking his head. “And, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that part. Oops.”

Mercifully, the kettle whistled before you could start to consider the implications, and you reached behind you, fishing two bags out of a teacup-shaped jar. It was easy enough to edge him out of the way, but not having to worry about pretending he’d ever made himself a cup of tea meant he could devote more of his energy to talking, so you still managed to lose, in the end. “He’s stingier with the surveillance footage, now. I’ve never seen him so jealous.”

“He can definitely be a little overprotective.”

You tried to keep your tone even, polite, but Dick was like his siblings – quick to action and slow to take a hint. A hand curled around the counter next to you, and you dumped an extra spoonful of sugar into the darkening water. “It’s just us in the manor, right?”

Another spoonful, just to be safe. “I think Alfred is—”

“Out for the day. Wayne Enterprise emergency – I let him know as soon as he finished down in the range.” In your peripheral, you watched his other hand come to rest on your opposite side, caging you in. “I wouldn’t mind the company, if you were starting to get lonely.”

Another spoonful. It’d be too sweet to drink, but anything not to have to look at him. “I’m afraid wouldn’t be a lot of fun, Grayson. Honestly, I was just planning on getting a little sle—”

“That’s perfect,” he cut in, too eager to wait his turn. “I’m a great cuddler.”

You curled your hand around your mug, hoping the warmth would be enough to ground you. Instead, it only burnt your palm, and for a second, you could imagine a world where your teeth weren’t buried in the plush of your cheek, where you didn’t have to remind yourself that turning around and splashing boiling-hot water on an all-but superhero’s face wasn’t a good idea. For a second, you genuinely considered it.

And then, a sound not totally dissimilar to thunder filled the kitchen; loud enough to leave your ears ringing and your adrenaline spiked. You flinched into yourself, but it only took a moment for fear to shift to relief as you noticed the bullet lodged into the wood less than an inch from your head. Your expression lit up just as Dick’s fell.

Without waiting for him to let you go, you slipped away – sprinting across the kitchen and throwing yourself into Jason’s – brave, bold, beautiful Jason – chest. He caught you one hand and finished re-holstering his handgun with the other, laughing as you hugged him as tightly as you could manage. Dick huffed, playful offense failing to mask real agitation, and you felt Jason brace against you. “Jerk off and shut the fuck up, Oedipus.”

Dick’s smile turned uneasy. “It’s good to see you too, man.”

“I didn’t come here for you,” he snapped, as short-tempered with his siblings as you wished you could be. He looked down, holding you that much tighter. “How’s my best girl holding up?”

“I’m just fine, Jason. I do think we have to have a talk about how you treat your brother, though.” You glanced over your shoulder to Dick. “A little privacy? You really ought to be staying off your feet, too.”

Reluctantly, Dick slinked out of the kitchen, hesitant to go but eager to nurse his wounds. You only went on once you were sure he was gone.

“It’s been awful. I found another hidden camera in my bedroom, and I think Tim’s tapping my—”

“I’ll do a sweep.”

He let you go, but you caught his arm. “Please, I know it’s important, but—” You cut yourself off, swallowing. It was irrational – the way you let your guard down so quickly around Jason. The mask never slipped around anyone else, whether you were afraid of them or they were one of your rare, precious exceptions. Jason existed outside of the Wayne family, though, outside of Bruce’s corrupting influence. He wasn’t going to hurt you. More importantly, he wasn’t going to let anyone else hurt you, either.

“But I really don’t want to think about that, right now,” you finished. “Just… just for a little while, alright? I don’t want to constantly feel like I’m walking on eggshells, at least not while you’re here.”

Jason stood strong for all of three seconds. With the fourth, he sighed, buckled, and shook his head, his exasperation brimming with affection. “How long until Bruce gets home?”

“Six more hours. He’s not due to check-in for another three.”

“I’ve got my bike out front. How do you think he’d feel about a joy ride?”

And just like that, you lit up. “It’d give him a heart attack.”

Jason pulled you close, kissing the top of your head.

“Perfect.”

~

Unfortunately, Jason’s visits were few and far between. You had to find ways of fending for yourself, in the downtime.

“I miss the city.”

Bruce glanced over his shoulder, gaze flickering over you before returning to the buttons of his dress-shirt. You sunk that much deeper into the mess of sheets and pillows, taking some small amount of solace in the way the cool silk felt against your warm skin.

(Sex wasn’t something Bruce came to you for often, but when he did, you gave it to him willingly, albeit with no more enthusiasm than was absolutely necessary. You rarely enjoyed it and always regretted everything you did or said during the act, but it was better than the alternative. Part of you trusted him, trusted Batman, enough to believe that he’d take your refusal for what it was, that you wouldn’t have to say anything more than ‘no’. The remaining overwhelming majority was able to look around you, to remember the way he’d held you down as he forced a needle stocked with medical-grade sedatives into your throat, and recognize that your opinion probably didn’t mean very much to him. Still, you couldn’t let things get that bad. Even if you had to surrender every other facet of your being, you couldn’t let things get that bad.)

“You hated the city. You said your landlord was a tyrant and that even the criminals were living paycheck-to-paycheck.” And then, after a second of thought, “And that there were more rats in Gotham than people.”

“Well, he was, they are, and you know I love animals.” You pushed yourself up, keeping a sheet bunched against your chest as you slumped against the headboard. “I was tired and overworked – you could see that. But, things would be different if I was staying with, say, my wealthy trillionaire boyfriend in one of the penthouse apartments that I know he has because his youngest son got in trouble for bragging about them in school last week?”

Bringing up his kids was a dirty tactic – the fastest way to get Bruce’s undivided attention. This time, when his eyes shifted in your direction, they stayed there, and he made his way back to your side of the bed. He collapsed next to you and, with no resistance on your end, pulled you into his lap. He didn’t seem to care whether or not his immaculately tailored, freshly pressed suit was creased in the process, but you did your best not to squirm. “You want to leave the manor?”

The first half of a frown tugged at the corner of your lips. “That’s not what I—”

“Elevated pulse, avoidant eye-contact,” he muttered. “Something’s bothering you.”

It wasn’t a question. He wasn’t wrong, either, but still. You would’ve preferred to be asked.

“…it’s your family,” you admitted, feigning guilt. “They’re all—” Horny, depressed, creepy little orphans. “—great kids, but it’s just been so much so quickly, and I think it… I think it might’ve been too much too quickly. For them and for me.”

“They adore you, if that’s what you’re worried about. Dick was close to moving back in when I decided it was too dangerous to leave you to your own devices.”

You melted into his chest, sighing. Reflexively, he curled around you – a good thing, if a bit claustrophobic. Bruce liked feeling like a shield between you and harm, between you and the world he couldn’t control. Hopefully, eventually, he’d realize he had more to shield you from than greedy landlords and villains who always seemed to be just out of sight. “It’s not that easy. It’s just been such a rocky adjustment period, and…” You curled your hand around his wrist and squeezed, hoping the force would be enough to communicate what you couldn’t put a word to. “I’m really afraid something bad might happen, Bruce.”

For a moment, he seemed to consider it. There was a kiss to your shoulder, solemn and lingering, then another to your cheek, more fleeting. “I’ll talk to them. They’ll give you space, if they’re told to.”

If he told them to. You doubted you held much authority, here. “And the apartment in the city? On the highest floor, tall enough to see from Gotham to New York?”

Bruce smiled, and your heart soared.

Then, he started talking, and it crashed back down, dying upon impact. “Once I know it’s safe for you, sweetheart.”

There was another kiss, this one to the nape of your neck, then another, lower down on your spine. A calloused hand slipped underneath the sheet still hugged against your chest, and you allowed it to.

Honestly, it would’ve been kinder if he’d cut you into pieces and fed you to the wolves himself.

~

You made a run for it as soon as the arguing started.

Arguing, not yelling – the distinction was minor, but significant. Yelling would’ve meant an injury, or a mission gone wrong, or something else that signaled a sudden complication that couldn’t be smoothed over with sugar-sweet sentimentality or orders issues with an ice-cold strictness. Yelling would’ve meant Bruce didn’t mind letting you overhear, which usually meant you didn’t need to be involved. Arguing, all hushed whispers and hissed explanations and vague warnings, was different. Arguing meant, more often than not, that they were arguing about you.

It was Tim’s fault, as far as you could tell. Barbara had been the one to find the conspicuously encrypted file on one of Dick’s civilian devices, the one to mention it to Stephanie as a point of concern who went to Tim within the hour, but it was still his fault. He’d gotten Bruce involved, let his need for approval tip the tenuously balanced scales that kept his family whole and you safe. He’d talked them all into waiting until Dick was close enough to confront in-person, stopping by for his weekly equipment pick-up and check-in. He was the reason you’d gotten close enough to hear something about ‘pictures’ and ‘inappropriate use of reconnaissance material’ before fleeing to the mansion’s foyer – the only part of the house you could be sure wasn’t occupied. If you were lucky, you’d only be there for half an hour or so, enough time for them to compromise on some non-solution and return to your carefully maintained status quo. If you weren’t, you’d spend the early hours of the morning—

Something small but forceful hit the nearest window, shortly followed by another projectile, then another. The glass was too thick and the world outside too dark to make anything out, but you didn’t need to see anything to know who’d come to your rescue.

Jason.

You rushed to the door, then hesitated. Jason would only get a slap on the wrist for luring you out of the estate, and Bruce could never bring himself to be that strict with you, but now might’ve been a bad time. Tensions were already running high. Your little disappearing act wouldn’t—

A sudden rush of footsteps clattering through the ceiling from the floor above you, hushed voices raised just to the point of audibility. None of it was entirely coherent, but Dick’s came the closest. You managed to make out a half-choked “If you’d just let me—” before someone cut him off.

With your better judgement reduced to buzzing static, you pried open the closer of a pair of huge, mahogany doors and slipped out of the estate entirely.

Of course, Jason was waiting outside, a small stock of pebbles still in his left hand and, of course, you threw yourself at him, letting him catch and spin you twice before setting you back onto your feet with an airy laugh. A pitch-black sports car was waiting at the end of the driveway, the engine purring loudly enough to drown the rest of the world out. “Rough night?”

“You have no fucking idea,” you muttered, breathless. “I don’t care where we go, just get me out of here.”

There was a reason Jason was your favorite. There was no argument, no prying, just his arm around your waist as he herded you into the passenger seat. Fifteen minutes and a little over fifty miles later, the mansion was little more than a dull glow on the horizon, and you could pretend you’d stopped thinking about Bruce entirely.

There was no effort to make conversation, as bad as you felt about pulling Jason into your prolonged tryst with self-pity. Instead, you sunk into the leather of his seat and fixed your gaze on the passing landscape, clinging to any detail you were able to latch onto as it flew by. It was possible, between the subways and boarded-over windows and perpetually overcast skies, to go days without seeing the sun in Gotham. Still, your life had felt brighter there than it ever did in Bruce’s estate.

Jason turned down a road you didn’t recognize, and you managed to find your voice. “Are we going into the city?”

“Even better.” He flashed you a smile, the engine purring as he accelerated. “You’ll like it, I promise. Just sit tight.”

As if you had much of a choice.

Road gave way to forest, forest to empty plains, and empty plains to the dilapidated remains of what you could only label as a long-abandoned amusement park – like Disney World if there’d been some terrible, possibly nuclear accident followed by twenty or so years of absolute neglect. Jason’s car glided past the rusted remains of an iron gate, past the corpses of rides buckled under their own weight, and came to a stop in front of a paint-stripped merry-go-round almost entirely sheeted be vines and weeds and overgrowth. You let out a low whistle as he threw the gear shift into park and, for the first time in any vehicle you’d ever shared with him, pulled his keys out of the ignition. He’d always left the engine running while visiting the mansion, but then again, you’d always been pretty eager to make a hasty escape, too.

“I love it, Jason. I’ve always wanted to get tetanus from a broken down carnival.”

“A fair, actually,” he corrected, slipping his keys into his jacket pocket. Like he expected you to try and steal them while his back was turned, or something. “My parents used to take me here, before I met B. There weren’t a lot of Ferris wheels after that.”

There was a short lapse, the sound of lips moving against teeth. You made the mistake of humming, of glancing over to him, of leaving yourself open for another question, and Jason, as nice as he was, was more than happy to take advantage of you. “So, when did you and B start…”

He trailed off, drumming his fingers against the wheel. You filled in the rest with a breathy chuckle. “When did I start sleeping with your dad?”

He jabbed an elbow into your side. “First of all, you can admit you’re fucking him or call him my dad, but you’ve gotta pick one.” You opened your mouth, already ready to spit out some dumb joke about what Bruce would’ve preferred to be called, but Jason cut in, sniping your stupid joke out of the air. “Secondly, answer the question. I get enough of your diversions back at home.”

“Being a buzzkill must run in family,” you sighed, but gave in quickly enough. “It happened once before the whole kidnapping thing, when he was staying at my apartment and sleeping off a broken leg. I hadn’t even seen him without his mask on at that point, but I figured it was a sign – destiny, or something.” You did your best to smile, slumping against the door. “It was dumb. He gave me a couple weeks after bringing me to the estate, mostly because of the crying and stuff, but things started up again pretty quickly.”

“Do you… like it?”

“Do you like asking about your dad’s sex life?” He flinched back, and laughing, you went on. “I guess I don’t care. There’s not a lot else to do.” You swallowed. “Would it matter if I didn’t?”

For someone with so many questions, he didn’t leave a lot of time for yours, the hypocrite. Moving on swiftly, he asked, “And the others, have they…?”

“No.” And then, after a beat, “Not yet.”

He seemed to relax, at that. His back was still straight, his shoulders still squared, but his grip on the wheel loosened, his jaw unclenching ever so slightly. You tried the handle – locked. Obviously. As if you’d ever get that lucky.

His voice was soft, sweet. The kind of tone you’d use on a child, or an animal, or a doll. “This would probably be easier in the backseat, right?”

“Let me out.”

“So you can go where,baby? It’s just us out here.” He laughed, resting a hand on your thigh. You slammed your shoulder into the door. It didn’t budge. “Hey, hey, this doesn’t need to get rough. I’m not going to be like Dick. The others – they’ll do it wrong, treat you like a cut of meat they have to get to before anybody else. I just need to make sure you get out of this in one piece.”

Nails embedded in leather, body crammed as far from him as you could force it be. You weren’t hyperventilating, but only because you’d stopped breathing entirely. “Let me out, Jason.”

“I love the way you say my name. It’s pretty, and delicate – just like you.” He sighed, shook his head. “I know you don’t get it, but I’m just trying to take care of you, like you’ve been taking care of me for the past few—”

“Stop acting like I’m your mom.” A sob fractured the final syllable, another bubbling up from deep in your chest a moment later. Your body was beyond the point of rationality, but the soft, preservational part of your mind wasn’t so beyond the point of seeking refuge. There was a way out of this, as ghoulish as it seemed. You couldn’t stop it from happening, but you could make it better. You’d regret it in an hour, when it came time to explain yourself to Bruce, but what happened in an hour didn’t matter, not if you couldn’t survive the next few minutes.

You might’ve done it, too – or, you might’ve tried, at least. You wanted to. You planned to. And yet, when you opened your mouth, there was only one thing you could seem to say. “I don’t want to do this, Jason.”

His nails bit into your thigh, his smile easing at the corners. For a second, you almost thought he’d pull away. For a second, you almost thought he’d sigh, straighten back up, and admit this was all part of some cruel, unfunny joke that the two of you would remember fondly, later on.

Then, he laughed and leaned forward, lips brushing against the top of your head. You felt him speak before you heard his voice, but the cloying reverberation alone was enough to tell you that you would’ve been better off never saying anything at all.

“Welcome to the family, sweetheart.”

[monstersholygrail]

Home Workouts

Half-orc bf x fem!reader— groping, delicious sloppy sex, riding that dick, and some niiice after care

You honestly didn’t know what life would be like living with your half-Orc, half-Giant, boyfriend. The two of you have been together for so long but never shared your space for more than a week long vacation or a weekend sleepover at each other’s houses.

Of course, every part of his house was a little too big for you given his tall stature. But ever since the very first time you’ve slept over at his place he’s had an abundance of step stools and other little tools to help you move around the place with ease.

It’s been an adjustment but he’s done everything he can to make it an easy one for you.

There are many things you love about living your boyfriend but your favorite one is by easily by far watching him workout in his home gym. He has it all set up in the garage so it’s not exactly in the way of anything in the house. But accessible enough that even you can hear him in there if you’re downstairs.

At the first sign of his loud grunting your face brightens into an excited smile. You practically throw yourself off the couch and scramble your way through the house. Racing toward the doorway to the garage which always just so happens to be left open. Almost as if a certain someone wants you to hear him, wants you to watch him.

When you reach the doorway he’s right where you expect him to be, at the bench press machine looking way too good to handle. Your knees go weak at the sight of him and you have to lean against the door just to keep upright.

His large muscles ripple under the weight he’s pressing and saliva pools in your mouth, freaking drooling for your sexy hunk of a boyfriend. He grunts softly each time he lifts the weight and it does something to your insides. Making you hot and tingly all over, arousal gushing out of your pussy and soaking your panties.

You watch him work through his sets, your body growing hotter with each new machine he uses. You know he knows you’re there. And you know that he’s making all his work outs look even sexier because he’s trying to get you all hot and bothered. You hate how much it’s working. You’re practically itching to jump his bones.

It’s useless to try and fight it. The more he works out the more his light green skin glistens with sweat. You imagine yourself falling to your knees to lap it up, to kiss down his dark happy trail, and inhale deeply at that scent that’s specifically his and his alone. Fuck, you wanna devour him and he knows it.

He’s purposefully taunting you, egging you on, wanting to make a mess of you before he even gets his hands on your burning needy skin. You may be growing hazy with lust but you don’t miss the sly glances he keeps throwing your way or that stupidly smug smirk he’s been sporting since he was curling those weights. It shouldn’t make you hornier than you already are but it is.

Just as you think your pussy is throbbing so bad you’re about to cum untouched, he finally turns toward you with a raised brow and a classic ‘come hither’ look.

“Come over here and help me with these hip thrusts, pretty,” he says and you know it’s not a question. It’s a demand. Letting you know he’s been wanting you just as badly as you want him.

Walking closer to him in the gym you can see just how true that is. The thick outline of his cock pushing against the fabric of his sweats and just begging to be released. Even seeing it twitch once you finally reach him.

“I said c’mere,” he growls, claws gripping at your plush waist and dragging you against his sweaty stomach with a light smack.

The tension between the two of you is boiling as he swoops down and captures your lips in a ravenous kiss. You both groan as your lips meet in a sloppy needy dance, stumbling back until he’s lying down on the mat covered floor with you straddling his waist.

You press against him as hard as you can, hips already rocking, needing to grind against any part of him you can. He moans into the kiss, tongue dipping into your mouth just to get another taste of you. Claws run over your skin, making you shiver with anticipation as they dip lower and lower. Slowly pushing off all your clothes as they go.

“Look at you, humping me like a bitch in heat,” your bf rasps against your lips, pushing off your panties with a single claw and leaving your delicious curves open to him.

You gasp as your dripping folds are exposed to the cool air. He pushes you back down on top of him, his hands guiding you, rolling his abs all over your clit and causing your head to spin. He’s just so much bigger than you that he can easily jerk you around like his own personal fuck doll. Your toes curl at how damn good it feels and your jaw drops in a silent moan.

“Don’t act like you didn’t do this on purpose,” you accuse.

He chuckles, watching you get wrecked before he’s had a chance to really touch you. You don’t even realize when his hands drift off of you, too caught up in the pleasure rolling through your clit. He makes quick work of skillfully pulling his sweats down just enough to release his cock. It springs out of its confines, hitting your back with a fat smack.

“I can’t help it that you’re such a fuckin’ slut for me…” he purrs and you prove him right as you start grinding your ass along his length.

But it seems like it’s just enough to snap him into action. A feral glint passes over his eyes and his hands are on you in the next second. He pushes his massive pulsing tip through your folds, letting your slick coat his entire monster cock till he’s dripping with you.

He can’t seem to look away from it. Mesmerized by the image of your arousal soaking him. He doesn’t even care he just seems to want more and more of you. Low groans leaving him every time you flutter around his twitching head and make a bigger mess.

“God, you’re so wet f’me. So needy for my cock, you should be ashamed,” he scolds playfully, his smirk widening at your gasp.

You know you should actually scold him and you totally plan on it to. Mouth gaping at him like you’re really trying. But he just doesn’t give you the chance. On the next roll of his hips he catches his tip against your entrance, silencing you instantly.

After one more gloating chuckle your bf pushes you down and you go sinking onto his cock, letting out a pretty mewl as he stretches you to your limits. His cock splitting you open till you can’t even think. You’re a puddle by the time he bottoms out, your core squeezing him so tight like you never want him to leave.

“Baby— nngh— yes. Your pussy is being so good, sucking my cock in like she’s missed it. Show me how much, ride me hard,” he demands again and you’re in no state of mind to refuse.

The two of you work in total sync, starting at a frantic pace as you ride his cock like it’s been days since you’ve last got a taste instead of the hours it’s been. Meanwhile your boyfriend stays true to his workout, his hips thrusting out and plunging into your depths.

Your bf is entranced by the sight of you, completely lost in your pleasure. Head rolling back, your fucking perfect tits jiggling with the force of each thrust. His eyes trail down to where your bodies meet and his cock instantly jolts at the obscene way your fat cunt stretches around his giant cock. It’s a miracle you’re able to take him.

As your sweet pussy throbs and flutters around his girth he groans, his claws tightening around the soft rolls of your hips. His hips then move on their own, picking up pace and ramming his hard pulsing dick as deep inside your core as he can go, swirling you around his length and rearranging your guts.

Your loud shrieks of pleasure fuel him to fuck up into even harder, barely giving you a moment to adjust to each new sensation. You try and lift up to take a moment to breathe but he growls and slams you back down on his shaft, making you scream.

“Ah ah ah, don’t run from my cock. You’ve been droolin’ for it so be the good slut I know you are and take it.”

His hips are a blur as they pound into your messy cunt. Obscene noises fill the room with every snap of his hips, the loud squelch of your bodies meeting only sends you closer to your peak. It only takes one brush of his finger over your clit and your orgasm crashes into you.

Your bf groans at the feeling of you clamping down on his cock and suddenly he’s shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum straight into your needy womb. Grinding his length as deep inside you he works you through it till you both sag on the mats in total exhaustion.

His hands caress your back, smirking as aftershocks wrack through your spent form. He grabs handfuls of you, loving how you fill out his big hands and he drags you closer to him.

“What a workout, huh?” He asks with a big sigh, feeling very pleased with himself for getting you so fucked out.

The room stills and your bf fails to stifle his laughter, which only grows as you soon join him. Your happy and sated laughter rings between you both and at this moment you swear there’s nothing better than living with your bf.