#and i always see the nose and eyebrow furrow as the main ones

[deklo]

like father, like son 🫶

[wintfleur]

I am in hungry for a f1 fic….. pls feed me

౨ৎ dramatic mornings are perfect with you

°. — pairings ( lando norris x fem! reader )

°. — summary ( lando will always deal with your dramatics . . . because even so early in the morning he finds you adorable )

°. — details ( g; fluff, humor ig?. w; none really, a little talk of readers boobs. wc; 1.9k )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I am hungry for some f1 fics too . . I’ve missed writing for f1, I’m sure I’ll be writing more now that the season has started !!! Hope this satisfies your hunger <333 please let me know what you guys think x )

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You let out an annoyed sigh as you laced your fingers across your midsection and on top of your duvet, your thumbs absentmindedly tapping against each other. Your eyes darted to the right to see that he still hasn't moved at all, no reaction from him as he slept peacefully next to you, the sun that shone through your white curtains illuminating his face so beautifully. 

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked away from him and back up at your ceiling, a small huff leaving your lips. You continued to tap your thumbs against each other for a few more moments only to abruptly stop as an even louder sigh left your lips. You quickly turn your head to face him when you hear the familiar sound of the blankets shift, and a grumpy frown comes across your face when you see him snuggle into his pillow, instead of waking up and asking you what's wrong like you expected him to do. 

The more you stared at your oblivious and sleeping boyfriend, the more annoyed you got. His beautiful brown curls were all over the place ⸺ a physical testimony to how he can't stay still even in bed. Those beautiful curls that girl had the nerve to run her hands through. His cheek was squished against your baby pink pillow, soft breaths leaving his slightly parted lips. The same lips that smiled down at the girl and kissed her forehead . . . you couldn't believe it when you saw it. 

Well to clarify  . . . you didn't see it. You dreamt it . . . But that's not the point! 

You looked away from your sleeping boyfriend and to your left where your bedside table was, your pink cloud alarm clock showed that it was 7 in the morning. You and lando both refused to be up so early on days off like today, but while your boyfriend was sleeping peacefully ⸺ you couldn't find yourself being able to go back to sleep after the dream you had. 

You rolled over on your side facing lando and leaned up on your elbow, you still had a grumpy frown on your lips as you stared down at him. You had to stop yourself from bringing your hand down and softly brush his curls out of his face and remind yourself that you were in fact upset with him. How could you not be after what he did? 

You used your free hand and moved it towards him, pulling the blanket down from covering his shoulder before poking him right in the ribs. Your first poke got no reaction since it was too soft, so your second one was much harder and the only reaction you got was a groan leaving his parted lips and him moving to lay fully on his stomach instead of laying on his side. You ignored the awe you wanted to let out when he does that adorable nose scrunch as he snuggles deeper into your pillows. 

“Lando” you hissed his name but the only reaction you got from him was him turning his head away from you, a dramatic and offended gasp leaving your lips at the action. You glare at the back of his hand and fully sit up. You bring your finger up to his shoulder blade and his cotton t-shirt did nothing to protect him from the feeling of your relentless poking. 

“Darling if you poke me again” Lando grumbled groggily as he lifted his head up from the pillow and turned to face you, his eyes were barely open and he had a red hue and a few line marks from your pillow on his face, all signs of having a great sleep ⸺ a great sleep you interrupted, any other morning you would have felt bed . . . but today was not one of them. 

“You're what?. . . going to cheat on me again?” 

“What?” Lando choked on his own spit, his tone filled with confusion and grogginess. He pushed himself up on his elbows, the movement causing the blanket to fully fall off his back and you to feel a cold chill on your bare thighs; your sleep shorts not helping against the morning chill. He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palms and turned his head to look at you, his eyes narrowed “What on earth are you talking about ⸺ are you feeling sick? Because you are talking mad” 

You slapped his hand away from your forehead that he was trying to feel for a fever and glared at him as you crossed your arms over your chest. “What's sick is what you let her do . . . would you stop staring at my tits!” You trailed off into a shout once you noticed your boyfriend's eyes staring down at your white lace camisole covered chest. 

You gasped dramatically and pulled the pillow out from under his elbows and used it to cover your chest “I bet you couldn't keep your eyes off her tits! Could you?” your tone was accusatory, and your grumpy frown turns into a sad one at the thought, you held the pillow tightly to your chest for some comfort. Lando loved your boobs . . . it hurt to think that he was staring at someone else's. 

“Darling, i have no idea who this she is” Lando said as he moved to sit up, his fingers in air quotes as he says ‘she’. Lando moves closer to you and gently pulls down the pillow you stuffed your face in and continues speaking, your words had chased away any ounce of tiredness in his body “But i can assure you, that your boobs, your wonderful boobs may i add, are the only ones i stare at.”

“You cheated on me, i am not going to fall for your sweet words lando” 

“When did I cheat on you hmm?” Lando questioned you, tilting his head with a hum. He knew for a fact that he has never and will never cheat on you, so he was confused and concerned why you were passionate that he did. You were too upset to notice the concern in your boyfriend's tone and you were quick to answer him “In my dream! You let her run her hands through your hair and down your chest and then you had the nerve to kiss her forehead!” 

“Wait wait wait . . . your dream?” Lando cut your rant off, a look of disbelief on his face from your words. This was all because of your dream? Lando thought. And even though Lando felt the tiniest of annoyance from being woken up so early, he couldn't help but find the situation and the way you were acting . . . adorable. “Yes, my dream, keep up lan!” you rolled your eyes in annoyance and lando let himself relax back in bed, laying back down and pulling you down with him. You reluctantly let yourself lay on your side, facing him. 

“You're annoyed with me?” Lando muttered as he rested his chin in the palm of his hand as he stared at his girlfriend, blinking away the sleep in his eyes. 

“Clearly” 

“For something that I did in your dream?” He had to stop himself from smiling when he asked you, he didn't know why it was so attractive to see you jealous about a dream. You noticed his lips twitching up into a smile for a few seconds before falling into his resting face. A dramatic scoff leaves your lips, and you are quick to turn your back to him, upset that he wasn't taking this seriously. 

Lando smiles and scoots closer behind you, sliding his arm around your waist and resting it under the pillow you were still holding against your chest, using his strength to pull you back snug against him. You wanted to complain and push him off, but you couldn't help but let yourself sink and relax in his warm embrace. Lando who was still leaning up on his elbow looks down at your side profile as he speaks softly “I’m sorry i did that darling, dream me is very stupid it seems.” 

“But that was just a dream because I promise you, you are the only girl I want. The only girl whose tits I want and do look at” Lando leaned down as he trailed off into a whisper, your breath hitching when you felt his warm breath against your neck as he whispers in your ear. Lando slipped his hand under your camisole and softly traced random shapes on your stomach as he continued to whisper “The only forehead i want to kiss is yours.” 

You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling at your boyfriend's words, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing his sweet talking was in fact working. Lando moves his hand out from under your top and softly places two of his fingers on your jaw, gently using them to tilt your face towards him. Lando has a small pout on his very kissable lips as he looks down at you “Baby please don't be mad at me because dream me is an idiot, you know I’d never do that to you.” 

“You're right . . . you are an idiot” you whispered back with a small nod as you adjusted your body to lay on your back. You lifted your hand to brush back some of Lando's messy curls from his face as he looked down at you. Lando's eyes fluttered closed for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of you playing with his hair before he opened them and looked down at you with a big smile “You mean dream me, right?” 

You shrugged playfully, the corner of your lips tilting up into a cheeky smile. Lando gasped dramatically, faking shock and hurt at your words. You thought he was going to bring his hand to dramatically put over his heart like your dramatic boyfriend has done before, when you saw him move it from your chin, but instead he rests it on the pillow right next to your head; caging you in between his body and the bed. 

You locked eyes with your boyfriend and before you could question why he was smirking down at you like that, he was leaning down and leaving a big smooch on your cheek. He quickly moved to your other cheek, then he littered kisses all over your face. Making sure that he kissed every inch of your beautiful face. “Eww lan morning breath” you whined out as you tried to cover your face with your hands, worried that he would smell your breath. 

“My girl thinks I’d cheat on her with some random girl from the club ⸺ morning breath is the last thing on my mind right now” Lando whispered as he swiped his thumb across your bottom lip before moving it up to tuck some of your hair behind your ear and out of your face. You smile softly as you hear him say ‘my girl’. You whisper with an embarrassed sigh as you think back on the morning you two have shared “I've been pretty dramatic haven't I?” 

“You're so adorable you know that right?” Lando grinned, completely ignoring your question. Yes, you were, but he wouldn't change anything about you at all. He wouldn't change anything about this morning. Because he woke up with you by his side. You smile and bite your lip, absentmindedly fidgeting with the bottom of Lando's shirt “Mind telling me that again?” 

“I promise to tell you that every day for the rest of our lives.” 

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[lewisvinga]

american | logan sargeant

summary; y/n was never one to mess around and rebel against her parents, until she met a fellow american, logan

warnings; clubbing/partying, drinking

word count; 1.15k

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

note; american boyyyy, not rlly proofread tbh

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“Y/n, fix your posture and stand up straight.”

Y/n’s mother scolded her as they entered a family friend's house. They were invited to an event to kick off the summer at the Sargeants, friends of the L/n family, in Miami.

Y/n sighed as she listened to her mother and stood straight, fixing her knee-length dress. She was never one to disobey her parents. Despite studying at the University of Miami, she never attended parties or drank. She never rebelled.

Her mother hums in satisfaction as they walk farther into the house to head to the backyard where everyone is. Y/n was soft-spoken and quiet, following her parents around as they greeted everyone.

But after an hour, she got thirsty and decided to get a bottle of water. The water cooler was right next to the beers and other alcoholic beverages. She glanced at the cooler for a second too long when a voice interrupted her.

“Well, Y/n L/n. You look so pretty.”

She looked up in shock and was met with familiar icy blue eyes and a cheeky smile she hadn’t seen since she was 13. “Logan! You’re back?” She exclaimed with a smile.

“It’s been a hot minute but the Miami Grand Prix is next week and I had this week off.” The Blonde explained with a smile. His head then nodded towards the cooler of the alcoholic beverages, “Which one do you like?”

“Oh, no!” Y/n exclaimed, quickly shaking her head before reaching for a water bottle. “I don’t drink. Never have.”

“And you go to UMiami and you don’t drink? At all?”

She simply shrugged in reply, fiddling with the ends of her yellow sundress. “No. Don’t really party either. But it’s fine, I like to focus on studying-“

“Nonsense!” Logan interrupted her, “You’re still a goody two shoes. You were always scared to step out of line.” He chuckled.

Her eyebrows furrowed up as her cheeks started to heat up. “No!” She said in defense. “Maybe? I mean, I don’t want to break any of their rules. I’m grateful for all that they give me!”

“Hey,” The Williams driver began with a cheeky smile, “Wanna head out of here? Take a spin ‘round town. The weather's nice.”

His blue eyes remained on hers as she let out a small hum. She glanced back at her parents who were already drinking and busy talking to their friends. She looked at him with a smile before saying, “Fine. Let’s get out of here.”

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“Oh, Springsteen!” Y/n exclaimed as the familiar voice of the singer began to play in Logan’s Porsche. The top was opened and there was a slight breeze as he drove through the neighborhood.

“Of course!” The Blonde replied, glancing over at her. “Dude he’s like the king. Don’t you think?” He said, tilting his head down so she could see his eyes from above his black sunglasses.

She chuckles as she adjusts the Prada glasses resting on her nose. “Oh, hell yes! That guy can sing. But personally, I’m a fan of Elvis.”

“Presley?” He asked in shock.

“Oh, yeah! He’s the best.”

“What’s your favorite record of his?”

“I’m a big fan of Burning Love at the moment.”

Thankfully, there was a red light right at the neighborhood exit. Logan reaches for his phone which is already connected to his car to play the song. Y/n couldn’t help but let out an excited laugh as the familiar intro began to play.

The light turned green and he began to drive on the main roads. The speed limit was higher which meant that as he sped down the roads, the strong winds compensated for the hot sun shining down on them.

Y/n felt very relaxed even though she and Logan secretly left the party. The breeze and Elvis’ voice relaxed her as she went into a deep conversation with him.

Thankfully, her glasses covered up her curious eyes as they glanced over him. He had gotten quite a bit of a tan but it made him glow in the Miami sun. He was much taller than when she had seen him last when they were 13. And if anything, he had gotten a lot more attractive.

Her thoughts were interrupted by his teasing voice. “What are you staring at?” He asked with a smile, noticing her glances at a red light.

She immediately froze in the spot and began to stutter. “I- Well. The trees are lovely and-“

“Relax! I’m just messing with you.” Logan said between laughs as he focused back on the road and the green light, “Besides, I think you’re pretty good-looking now too.”

Y/n playfully rolled her eyes as she leaned over to lightly slap his shoulder. She glances to her side, watching the buildings and people turn into a blur as the wind blows her hair behind.

Part of her wanted to stay obedient to her parents. After all, they were parents and provided everything for her. They paid for her college, her car, her clothes, and bags, the least she could do was listen to their rules.

But another part also wanted to be a carefree college student. She wanted to have fun and not regret her days in college. She wanted to be young, dope, and proud like an American.

She turned to look back at Logan before saying, “Let’s go clubbing. I want to have fun.”

The blonde looked at her shocked before his lips curled into a smile. “Oh yeah? What’s gotten into you?”

“Just done with being afraid to break my parents' rule. I want to be young, wild, and free.”

“Well, it’s Miami, so we gotta get you a new dress.”

Y/n furrowed up her eyebrows as she glanced down at her long yellow sundress, brown Hermes sandals, and white cardigan. “What’s wrong with my outfit?” She asked with a frown.

Logan raised his eyebrow. “Y/n, you’ve lived in Miami your whole life. The party scene is different here.” He explained, taking a right turn which fortunately for them, was a shopping center. “Honey, you need to put on that party dress. Like you said, you want to be young, wild, and free.”

“Fine,” Y/n said with a smile as he searched for parking. “But you’re coming with me! I have my dad’s credit card and a mall filled with designer stores. And I’m gonna make sure I find the right outfit.” She grasps her Chanel bag as Logan exits the car and quickly rushes to her side to open the door.

“Well, anything to be young, dope, and proud, right?” He said, holding his arm out. She immediately hooked her arm with his, ignoring the faint blush on both of their faces.

She glanced up at his ice-blue eyes as she let out a content sigh, “Like an American.”

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TRYPANOPHOBIA [CLIMACTERIC]

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4. "Will you hold my hand?”

WARNINGS: fem!reader, needles, suturing, allusion to spencer’s past addiction, blood, reader injury

spencer x cold!reader | hurt/comfort | 1.6k | climacteric event

a/n: thank you <3333 made the quote a little more blunt bc yk, cold reader, but i think it works either way. cold!reader is slowly developing her own lore and i’m living for it honestly.

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You’d consider yourself pretty strong, mentally and physically.

You’d had your fair share of bumps and scrapes in your job that’s left you in the temporary care of EMTs sat in the back of an open ambulance. You’d been hit, kicked, slashed, shot at, and basically every other thing that you could possibly think of.

And it always came out alright in the end.

Most of the time the paramedics didn’t have to do more than clean out your injury with an antiseptic wipe and send you on your way.

But your luck had to run out eventually.

You’d garnered yourself a pretty nasty gash on your left bicep, one that the paramedic said would probably scar even with stitches.

Of course it would.

Either way, he seated you down on the edge of the open ambulance prepped your arm in the hopes that having it stitched closed would at least minimise the mark left behind. But it was never going to be that easy.

—

Morgan nudged Spencer’s arm with his elbow, nodding his head over to where you were sat on the edge of the ambulance with a very firm look on your face as you shake your head at the paramedic in front of you, who is seemingly trying to explain something that you’re not listening to. “Something tells me the Ice Queen might want some backup,”

“She told me to leave her alone,” Spencer shrugs slightly through furrowed eyebrows, eyes fixed on you despite the fact that he’s talking to Morgan.

He was the one who pointed the gash out to you in the first place. He knew that you had a high pain tolerance, but to not at all notice the blood trailing down your arm— even with the adrenaline in your system —was absolutely insane to him.

You tried for almost two minutes to brush him off, but he managed to convince you to get check out by the ambulance eventually. Even if it did result in him being on the receiving end of one of your disgruntled glares.

He’d rather that than you getting an infection.

“Come on man she’s clearly not enjoying herself over there,” Morgan tilted his head at Spencer with a knowing look. “Go and do your thing before she gives the poor guy a heart attack,”

Spencer doesn’t really have an option as Morgan pushes his shoulder in your direction, sending him stumbling a few steps forward.

—

“I said no.”

“Please miss it’s to make you more comfortable-”

“You are not putting that in my arm.”

“Is everything okay over here?” Spencer furrows his eyebrows, catching the tail end of your argument with the paramedic as he approaches you. “Are you alright?”

“I would be if this fucking-“ You exhale heavily through your nose to compose yourself.

It’s not his fault. He’s trying to help you. Don’t think about smashing his face into the tarmac.

“I don’t see why you need to stick me for a strip of butterfly stitches.” Your eyes are cold and unwavering as you glare right into the paramedic’s soul, and Spencer can see him take a small step backwards to steady himself under your scrutiny.

“I told you miss, butterfly stitches aren’t viable for your injury, they wouldn’t hold. You’ll have to have traditional sutures,” The paramedic argues his point hesitantly, but Spencer is surprised he’s even managing to argue in the first place with how harsh your expression is.

“Getting stitches for a serious injury can reduce the risk of infection by up to 86%,” Spencer takes a seat at your side cautiously, his eyes soft and non-confrontational as he tries to mediate your seething refusal to the idea of getting your injury stitched.

It looked bad. Something that he’s sure most people probably would’ve passed out from under the combination of pain and the fountain of red spurting from inside it.

“You need to get it treated…”

“I don’t do needles. It isn’t going to happen.” You don’t look at Spencer as you voice your reason for refusing medical attention, but you don’t have to, he can practically feel the anxiety radiating from you the second the possibility leaves your mouth.

You had a fear of needles.

Now that was something he never expected from you.

To be honest he was under the general impression that you weren’t afraid of anything. Especially not needles.

But he couldn’t exactly blame you either.

He also hated needles, although he was sure his reasoning was different from yours.

Either way, he knew what the anxiety felt like. But it didn’t change the fact that you needed stitches. That gash wasn’t going to heal on it’s own.

“Hey, uh,” Spencer bit the inside of his cheek as he spoke to you, glancing between the back of your head and the paramedic stood with an anaesthetic needle in hand, expression furrowed with no idea of how to convince you into letting him do his job. “There are several methods for effectively dealing with phobias during situations like this, I can walk you through one if you’d like?”

“I’m not getting a needle in my arm, let alone multiple.” You turn your sternness in your decision towards Spencer for the first time, and he almost folds immediately under the harshness of your glare. But he doesn’t, and his resistance to your defences is beginning to become increasingly torturously frustrating.

“The best first step is to turn away from the area of insertion,” Spencer moves his gaze from you to the paramedic and gives him a small, almost imperceptible nod to move forward. “Then you should focus on finding a suitable breathing pattern,”

“Reid I’m not-” There’s a sharp sting in your left shoulder that cuts your sentence short, and your eyebrows furrow and then rise in a mix of pain and shock as you turn your head just in time to see the top of the now empty needle leave your arm.

“Distraction is usually the easiest option…”

You turn to look at Spencer again with a look of absolute betrayal on your face, your eyes narrowed so far that it almost looks like your scleras are blackened through only your pupils being visible. You open your mouth to say something, but nothing except an astonished breath leaves your mouth.

“I’m sorry…” Spencer presses his lips together with a guilty expression. He couldn’t quite determine whether you wanted to shout at him or cry, and it was one of those times where he was reminded that you were a real person with real emotions underneath the wall of ice you protect yourself with. “It’s really in your best interest I promise,”

The paramedic gives you a guilty look of his own as he returns with a suturing needle attached to some thread. “You won’t feel anything I promise, just keep your eyes on your friend alright?”

“I am so going to kick your ass for this.” You turn your head as far away from the paramedic as possible as you reluctantly accept your fate, hissing your words out through your teeth as you face Spencer directly.

“I know,” Spencer gives you a small nod, guilt still riddling his features as he sighs. “I’m sorry,”

“Hold my hand.” You extend your right hand out towards him, palm upwards expectantly.

“I- what?” Spencer stares at it like he’s never seen a hand before in his life.

“You’re putting me through this, it’s the least you can do.”

He slips his hand into yours cautiously, your grip immediately tightening to a point where your knuckles clash together almost uncomfortably and his palm bumps into yours.

It’s enough to make his cheeks bloom red and his throat go dry, and yet you seem entirely unaffected apart from the tenseness in your shoulders in the anticipation of feeling the suturing needle in your arm.

It doesn’t come.

“All finished. Keep them dry for the next week or so and they should dissolve on their own,” Your eyebrows furrow as you break your stare on Spencer to look back towards the paramedic and then down to your arm. He’d literally stitched it shut without you feeling anything.

“…Thank you,” You still look absolutely furious, anger still coating your words, but you’re thankful nonetheless, and the paramedic gives you a short smile.

“Thank your friend, he did the hard work,” He gestures towards Spencer with a nod before leaving the two of you to regroup with the rest of the EMTs.

You watch the paramedic walk away for a few seconds before you turn your attention back to Spencer, and his eyes are already locked on you as you meet his eyes.

“Are you- uh- ready to go back to the station?”

You give him a short nod as you stand, inadvertently pulling him to his feet alongside you through your still connected hands.

They stay that way as you reapproach the rest of the team, and none of them have the gall to mention it under the lingering discomfort in your narrowed gaze as Spencer helps you into the car.

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hello 🤍 can i request chan comforting reader during a thunderstorm? thank you 🤍🤍🤍

Chan x reader. comfort and fluff. thank you for waiting <3

You’re sprawled on top of Chan's chest, your favorite cheesy movie playing in the background. You've watched it together five times already- you can probably recite some dialogue by heart by now. Still, you both can't help but giggle each time the main characters get too close to one another, gasping in shock as if it’s your first time seeing it.  

You are both wrapped around in a fuzzy blanket, bodies tightly pressed to one another. Your cups of finished hot chocolate are sitting on the nearby table tray. Chan's hand is on your back, and he taps it repeatedly with each funny scene unfolding on the screen, his laugh reverberating through your entire body.

Every touch, every chuckle of his filled you with an immeasurable sense of safety and warmth. In that instant, you wished you could stop the relentless march of time and stay in this moment forever. 

But then, thunder booms loudly, tearing apart the serene peace that surrounded you.

A shiver courses through your body, your heart now beating wildly in your chest. You try to still your breathing, hoping that Chan didn't notice your newfound nervousness. You never told him about this fear of yours, deeming it too irrational. 

But thunder rumbles once again, and you can no longer hide how your body tenses, fear freezing you in your place, your breathing suddenly erratic. 

"Baby, what's wrong?" Chan asks, his eyebrows furrowed in worry. He pauses the movie when you stay silent, standing up from his place so he'd be able to look at you properly. 

"Sweetheart?" he tries again and you clasp your hands together, trying your best to conceal your shaking fingers.

"I'm really scared of thunder," you admit breathlessly, bracing yourself for his reply. Chan doesn't waste another second, grabbing the blanket and pulling it over your heads, enveloping you in a quiet darkness. 

"Close your eyes," he murmurs, his large hands trailing up your face and cradling your ears, muffling the thunderous roars from you. 

You feel his breath fanning across your skin before his lips land softly on the tip of your nose. Then, your cheeks, your forehead and finally your eyelids. Soft kisses that make your nerves dissipate ever slowly. 

You lose track of time as all your senses are clouded- except for the gentle way in which Chan brushes his lips against you. He's being cautious with his touch, as his hands never leave your ears. You can tell he's whispering sweet nothings to you, but you can't clearly hear him. It feels as if you are underwater and he's calling out to you softly from the shore. 

Sometime later, Chan finally lifts the blanket from your heads, and you blink repeatedly, trying to adjust to the sudden light flooding your eyes. 

"It passed," he smiles reassuringly at you, and you nod. You couldn't speak, overwhelmed by your love for him, and a tinge of embarrassment. 

"Hey. It's okay, baby. You did well," he tells you gently, his thumb caressing your cheek with infinite tenderness. 

But then he glances at the clock and you feel yourself tense once again. He has to leave, responsibilities to cater to, but the thought of being alone right now terrifies you. 

"It's dark outside, isn't it?" Chan speaks again, cutting off your distraught train of thought. You gaze outside through your window- it's still light. It's only four pm. "And the walk from here to my studio is so long," he adds with a whine. It's not, it's only five minutes away. "I should probably stay the night, right?" he asks with a smile, and you nod timidly. 

"Let's finish this and then start a new movie, alright?"

"Yeah, I'd like that," you finally speak, as he pulls you back on top of his chest, his arms tightly wrapped around you as if to physically shield you from any of your fears. 

"Thank you for staying" you whisper, placing a tender kiss on his neck. "The world always feels less daunting with you here."

[nyimasu]

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PAIRING — satosugu x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS — there's no such thing as "sin" in buddhism, but gojo and geto are not so sure about that... not when you look good enough to eat.

CW — monk!satosugu, believer!reader, slight dumbification, praise and degradation kink, pet names, oral, dacryphilia, power play, rimming, size kink if you squint, cum eating, choking, satosugu is fruity af // WC — 2.5K ;; cross-posted on ao3

ANYA'S CORNER — geto in his buddhist robe is something I think about every day, but him and satoru? I'm gone

P.S : this fic is named after BeWhy's song, "GOTTASADAE". in early Korean's transcriptions, the term 가라사대 was an imperative form used by the king and other important figures hence the connection

Being a faithful believer is no easy vocation. Especially if the temple you go to pray at has such debauched monks inside.

"Drunk on my cock already?"

Every time, every day, it ends up in the same way: confessions whispered in the darkness provided by the huge, golden statue of a Buddha in the Hokke-do, the meditation's main hall. Immoral words heard by Geto Suguru then reported to Gojo Satoru.

A slap on your thigh. Playful, but it stings still.

"That's all she's good at."

They are the heads of the temple and as such, it's no problem for them to summon their acolytes and before you know it, they are onto you. Hazes of lust surrounds their godly bodies like foggy auras and nothing, not even the great Buddhas take pity in you.

Suddenly your clothes are gone and you find yourself laying on your back on one of the altars close to their living quarters. Often it's the one with food offerings made to please enlightened beings, which you certainly are not.

'Atone for your sins with us here', as both of them like to repear, an offer to the spirits of sex you should be staying away from.

Such a sacred tool soiled with body fluids should corrupt the monastery, but it doesn't.

It never does.

A dark, masculine chuckle slide on your skin like honey, soft as the fabric his robe is made of. The rustling of his sleeve, so close to your ear, brings you back to reality.

"It's true, but there's more. Come on now, doll. Show us your tongue."

"Do as we say, you filthy slut."

You wrinkle your nose at the smell of incense mixed with hydrangea tea next to you, yet you oblige. You're glad to. Your outstretched tongue reaches the chin with Geto's length resting on it and Satoru cocks his head to the side to look. Once he's done, the man kisses your thigh, delighted.

Today, it's his turn to suffocate in the warmth of your pussy.

"Good girl. You're so obedient," your eyes beam with adoration as calm, considerate Suguru cups your face while his other hand grabs the base of his veiny, girthy dick. Your mother waters all over again and he notices it.

You sinful, little thing.

He motions for you to raise your eyes and meet him and when you do, you see it. His smile borders on a grin. "Now take me fully. Make me cum and you'll be one step closer to repent."

You know it isn't right and yet here you are, gagging and choking around him when he shoves himself back in, his length pushing through your lips to fuck your throat while his best friend's lips delve deeper into your flesh. Gojo's eyes roam on the bulge in your throat, the head of Suguru's cock touching your uvula.

Then he starts to move and you whimper, helpless, and you feel your drenched folds get even wetter. The pace set by the other monk is too fast for your poor self to endure much longer.

Strands of pearly white hair caress your inner thighs as Satoru scoots closer to you. His tone is graceful, an inch away from your cunt when he whispers, "So you really are dirty. Look at this pussy. You like your throat fucked, slut? It's unsurprising why you always come to us to atone. No one else wants you."

Geto's gaze is fogged with lust, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as your moans vibrate around his cock. Degradation really gets you going, no doubt about it... even if his best friend isn't able to calibrate at times.

For Gojo Satoru, the boundary between pleasure and pain is blurry at best and invisible at worst.

The sight of tears pooling in your eyes almost have him cum in his robe and as for you, naked and aroused despite shame, you hold onto the altar's borders as if your life is on the line. In a certain way, it really is. Another bead of arousal streams down your legs, spreading on Gojo's cheek. He chuckles, peppering every inch of skin he could reach in hasty pecks.

You don't see it, too busy with your throat being clogged by Geto, but the dark-haired monk shots Satoru a warning look and the white-haired monk scoffs.

"You love when we're being mean to you, precious, don't you? You love when I do." he hums and his impossible, blue eyes bore another hole in you when you wail in response, the sound buried by the slapping of Geto's skin against your skin.

Reaching out, you fondle his balls and feel them twitch in your hand. Impossible as it is, a proud smile plasters all over your face, eyes fixed on Geto's. Well, that goes right to Satoru's groin.

"Fuck." It doesn't take long for Geto to grab your hair, keeping you still as he fucks your throat. Gojo stops in his tracks, watching his best friend come undone in your mouth.

Gorgeous.

Being the kindest out of the two, Suguru warns you with a strained "I'm coming" and thrusts one, two, three times before he shots his creamy load in your mouth. You wait, gather in your cheeks every rope of cum he gives you as his spent cock weighs on your tongue. When he pulls out, Geto's vision tunnels on you swallowing.

A few strings of your saliva and his release spanning from your mouth is all it takes, and Suguru feels his dick spring back to life as you hide your face in his taut forearm, suddenly too shy to hold his or Gojo's gaze.

Hot and cold. Fire and water. You are perfect.

"Oh, look at you, acting all cute when I was balls-deep in your mouth just moments ago." the dark-haired monk coos, eyes rolling down to where Gojo's mouth is heading to. He pats gently your hair, then leans closer to nuzzle at your neck.

"What do we say in return to those who provided us with such delicious food, uhm?" You are in over your head, chest heaving with exhaustion. It's always a struggle to accomodate him fully in your throat. The man is hung.

Still, your voice grazes him with a small, "Thank you, G-Geto-sama" as another one, much calmer and deeper, hits you both.

One used to run up your pussy and make you see stars... and then you remember. Your lower half is his to ravish today. And he hasn't touched you properly yet.

His smile is lewd, intoxicating as you look at Satoru and he whispers, "Thank you for the meal."

The first lick is almost hesitant, as to test how jumpy you are; when you do jump, however, Gojo laughs. He was expecting it. And then, without further ado, his mouth is on your pussy.

Demanding, relentless, starved. Satoru is all that and more as he indulges his desires.

Chants of groans flutter around you three as your hips buck into Gojo's mouth, his wet muscle flickering small and frantic circles on your clit and then down, lapping up your juices. He's making your body sing unholy songs on the altar of enlightenment, while Geto enjoys the view from above.

You are so close to your own release, but it's not going to happen any time soon, and the man with snowy hair proves your point immediately.

"Ah-ah, not yet." he tuts and draws back, feeling you spasm underneath him. His chin is coated in your juices as he admires the mess he made between your legs and your heart drops to your feet.

He is preparing you for the grand finale, how can you expect to have an orgasm so soon?

Geto must've seen the look of disappointment in your eyes because he's on you in a nick of time. He bits your lower lip and you chuckle. It tingles.

Spidery fingers press on your stomach as Suguru steps back, sinking into the expanse of skin while Gojo breathes on your pussy. Now that definitely helps you focus on him again.

"Look at me." You tilt your head to better look at him but Suguru coaxes you closer again and kisses you, the feeble plea on your lips dying on his. Satoru stares at you in silence, both annoyed and a tiny bit aroused, until his best friend covers one of your tits with his hand.

It's time to act.

Unaware of the little bet between them you relax in Geto's touch, enough for him to slip in his tongue, stroking yours with his until a sudden, sharp pain knocks the air out of you. Yelping, your eyes flicks up to the man between your thighs, perched and hooked up his lean shoulders.

Gojo has nipped at your folds.

Shocked but burning within you keen and Geto smirks at the white-haired monk, amused.

Geto 1, Gojo 1.

"I said look at me, slut. It's time for the final absolution." When left down, both their hair are so long and lush you always fight back the urge to sink a hand in them. Sometimes they let you do it, for they love physical touch.

Today you sigh sighs in relief when Satoru notices the question in your eyes and nods, moaning as your fingers grip his roots; Suguru, on the other hand, simply grins at you but complies and bends his head for you to caress his.

One hand in Gojo's hair. The other in Geto's.

You feel invincible.

Satoru's locks are spread across your skin like silken webs when he noses your clit and you squirm, shake on his demonic tongue. "Your tongue feels s-so good, Gojo-sama" that's all you manage to say but it's enough. The praise boosts Satoru's ego. He's the easiest to get through like this.

A tug at the seams of your, his limits but they both tear apart the moment Satoru's tongue snakes out of his mouth again to descend further on you, two fingers resting on either side of your tight, incredibly tight ring of muscles while you arch your back, startled.

His head spins at the thought of how ruined you're going to look like soon, bliss painting the inside of his cheeks while he allows you to fuck yourself on his tongue.

Good sluts need to be awarded, too, after all.

The image goes straight to his painfully hard cock, still caged in his clothes. After this, he is going to break you in a half. "Mine."

"Gojo-" you want to protest, say something at least, but neither of them gives you time to understand what's going on. What you do figure out, or rather see, is Geto's arm coming in the frame. He grounds his hand on your throat and cuts your airflow just enough for you to clench like crazy around Gojo's tongue on — no, in your ass. But he's not done.

"Take everything we give you and pray. You'll need it."

A mewl escapes you and he shots you a heated glare as his free hand sneaks between your sopping pussy, neglected by Gojo. His thumb presses on your clit, then an idea strikes his skull, and the look he gives you after is, for lack of a better word, lecherous.

Drawing back from your pussy, Suguru stares at your open mouth and head thrown back on his shoulder, eyes closed in a desperate attempt at containing your sobs.

All in vain.

Looking down for a second, Geto sees the other monk leave kitten licks on your pussy only to still his tongue in your ass right after, hands on both your ass cheeks spread for him to fuck into you deeper. Ruthless.

"Do you want to come, doll?"

The snow haired man moans against you when you cry out, digits digging into Satoru's scalp as your eyes crack open to look at Geto. Am I dreaming?

"Please, I beg you. Let me cum. I've been good." Fresh, salty pearls frame your lashes, falling on your cheeks as Suguru pin you down with a gaze. Satoru keeps on licking and sucking and fuck if you're not going insane because of him.

Tensed, you throw daggers at both when they stop working your body. What-

"You call that begging?" Geto wets his lips before the thumb previously on your cunt flies to pry your lips open. He rests it on the flat of your tongue as he groans,

"You can beg better. Or choke trying."

You go absolutely nuts. With them you always feel so small since they're so tall, but today your need to let go is bigger than both of them.

"Please please please just let me cum this once. Gojo-sama," you whip your head around to catch a glimpse of him and catch him staring at you with hungry-filled eyes. "I've been good, haven't I? Can I repent now?"

Fuck. That look in your eyes, so teary and filled with need make him cum, and he does so hard that his strangled moan echoes in your pussy, your ass, your walls.

Everywhere.

The thumb in your mouth glides past your lips and Suguru chuckles, eyes fixated on Gojo. Then it's on your engorged bud, stroking it lazily, and that means you did well. The dark-haired monk bit your earlobe and says, "Come all over us, little whore.

Repent."

The coil snaps. You snap.

Jolts of pleasure shot through you as the orgasm hits you and without warning, your legs snap shut around Gojo's head but he doesn't care in the slightest. Actually, he's the happiest man alive right now, stretching out his tongue to lick and suck and — kiss every droplet as your arousal does collect in his mouth.

Geto fingers you through the haze of the moment, sliding three fingers in you while he keeps circling your clit. When you come back, shaking in over-stimulation, your gaze wanders around the room. Geto pulls out just as you see Gojo's shadow against the wall stand up after pressing light, affectionate pecks on the inside of your thighs, your calves.

"You've atoned for your sins. Look, they're all here," he darts his tongue, covered in your release and your cheeks burned, seeing how much of a wanton you've been with him. "I'll take care of it."

"Not so fast. Let me see."

Before he can swallow, Suguru lures him down to his eye level and plants a kiss on Gojo's lips. The man quickly responds to it, deepening the kiss, and the sight of their spit and your cum pushes your embarrassed form to roll to the side, face toward the painting of a holy Buddha in front of you.

Their inhuman eyes stare back at you, merciless.

You are ruined, soiled beyond divine grace.

Moments later the monks' bodies cramp you once more and Suguru's arm encloses your waist to let you sit with your back against his chest. Satoru sits beside you both and your eyes fall on the wet spot on his crotch, a smile already forming on your bruised lips.

Gojo follows your gaze when you whisper as sheepishly as possible, "Looks like I haven't repented enough. Want me to lick you clean, Gojo-sama?"

Truth to be told, you love being their sweet, naive acolyte. Always eager to comply, ready to follow every instruction they give you.

They are your one, true creed.

And you're the greatest sin they have yet to absolve.

© azanthys — do not copy, translate, repost and modify my works. do not recommend them outside tumblr and ao3.

[anystalker707]

Anything? Anything.

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [gender neutral] Reader Words: ~ 1 200 Summary: It was a simple request for Sanji that turned into an absolute teasing mess. Tags: Very boyfriend content / Sanji using lipstick / Lots of affection

A/N: idc if this shit is out of character, im dumb. pls enjoy.

MASTERLIST

Sanji had developed such a devotion for you that it was even weird for the others not to see him simping for every woman that crossed his way, but it was also comforting seeing him receive back all the dedication and love he expressed. Though, it was annoying how he wouldn’t shut up about you sometimes; every single thing managed to remind him of you, and send him into a spiral of chaos. In fights, it would be rather good that someone brought your name up—he would do whatever he could not to leave you alone at the end of the day—, Zoro could already see their enemy dead whenever they happened to mention you.

With all of this taken on account, it was no new Sanji would do absolutely anything for his lover. His boundaries weren’t exactly clear, that way. A lot of conversation was needed to solve this and reassure him that you wouldn’t leave just because he told you that he wasn’t okay with something, and thankfully evolved into the harmony you had today.

Nonetheless, it was still a little difficult to offer new things to Sanji without always knowing clearly if he would accept it because he really wanted it or because he just wanted to make you happy. He could notice something bothered you every single time, on the other hand, of course; Sanji read you like a book. It was the main reason you were sort of avoiding him today—avoiding handling his sad worried face trying to figure out what was wrong with you, even more when it was a stupid situation. Like today.

The idea was very fucking good, though it was maybe just a little awkward, in your mind. You weren’t ready to have your little mental imagines killed down so easily. Why did he have to be so hot, anyways?

Sanji suddenly showed up on the deck, looking around until his eyes softened at your sight, and waltzed over with his hands clasped together. A kiss was pressed to your cheek once he was close enough. “(Y/n), baby, what’s wrong? Are you falling sick? Are you hungry? Do you need a hug? I’ve barely seen the light of my life today!” He took a seat next to you on the stairs.

“Sorry, San!! No, no, there’s nothing wrong at all!” You shook your head frantically, pulling him for a tight hug he immediately melted in—he didn’t deserve to feel bad because of a stupidity of yours, a tempest in a teapot. “I’ve just... been thinking.”

There was a short moment of silence before he sat up properly to look at you, taking both of your hands in his. “About what? Did I do anything to hurt you, mon amour?”

“I— No, of course not, you never did!” You brought your hands up to give his knuckles a little kiss. “Sanji, y’know you can always refuse to do stuff and let me know how you feel about anything, right?” The little pout you received in response had you raising an eyebrow inquiringly.

“Yes, my love!” Sanji squeezed your hands. “I know you’re very understanding of everything! I couldn’t be luckier!” Reacting to his pampering was a rollercoaster—sometimes you’d feel your ego burst, sometimes feel like you didn’t deserve it, but you’d never give it up, no matter what.

Your eyes flickered over his form for a long moment, watching Sanji throw his nose in the air with a grin, an expression that was exchanged for a curious one at how you let go of one of his hands so you could reach into your pocket. “Would you try it on?” In your hand, there was a tube of... of what? Sanji furrowed his eyebrows before he reached for it curiously, uncapping it. Oh. Dark red lipstick—it almost sent his cheeks burning in the same tone. “You can always say no—”

“Of course I would, mon amour! Anything for you!” Sanji had that stupid smile on his face as he put his cig aside and rolled the lipstick until just enough pointed out, and looked at himself through the small mirror on the top of the cap.

Well, shit. Was he just being impulsive or did he really mean it? “Sanji, you don’t need to...” Your words faded at the sight of the blond just putting on the lipstick. He smacked his lips together before turning to you with a smirk. That really was... something. It wasn’t a sight you were used to, of course, so it would take you a while of observing so you could finally decipher whether you liked it or not. “It is... Um, you look...”

Sanji chuckled lowly, letting his strands fall more over his face. “Well, my love, I’m not quite wearing it for the looks, no! It’s for a much more honorable reason!”

“And that would be...?”

His lips met your cheek before you could even finish. He didn’t even stop there, continuing to press kisses to your face until his lips crashed against yours, a desperate kiss that demanded more from you. You could taste the sweet lipstick on the kiss.

“Sanji...” You sat there dumbfounded while he ran the lipstick over his lips again. What the hell was that? Not that it was bad, no—it hard your heart skipping beats and your mind all fuzzy.

Sanji pressed kisses all over your jaw, trailing down to your neck, and even daring to stain the collar of your shirt. “Hm? What, mon chéri? Cat got your tongue?” His lips ticked against your skin, but all you could do in response was to spill out some incoherent words breathlessly, barely able to even hold onto his shoulders for support, looking at the sky, though staring at the nothing. He pulled away just enough to meet your eyes and blinked with an innocent air that would trick anyone who didn’t know him any better, and also those smeared lips—you wouldn’t be surprised if he just straight up killed you at some point. You were just collapsed back, with edges of the higher steps of the stairs digging into you back, and his arms wrapped around your torso, and you didn’t even fucking know when that happened.

A chuckle came from Sanji before he could continue what he was doing, his lips pressing butterfly kisses up and down your neck before they started getting longer, lingering over your skin with sucks and nibbles. It felt as if he couldn’t be close enough to you, as if he’d never get enough of you. His mouth reached a particular spot that compelled your hands to wrap around the fabric of his shirt tightly whilst you fought against the sound that threatened to escape your throat, pressing your eyes shut.

“Where is he...” A voice said, a voice that didn’t belong to you nor to Sanji, but it wouldn’t be a problem, right? They— “What the fuck are you two doing?! Don’t you even have enough decency to get a bedroom?!! You’re even letting the goddamn food burn!!!” Zoro stood there, having you jumping and pulling away from each other the moment he started fucking shouting.

Not like you could get your thoughts straight properly to react in time, hence you sort of sat there, blushing at how you were caught, but also at how you kept replaying the recent events in your mind in an attempt to process everything.

“Mon Dieu, the food!” Sanji gasped, immediately pushing himself up to his feet. “I’m sorry, mon amour! I’ll be back later!”

“Look at your state!” Zoro continued shouting. “What do you think you’re doing to let food burn just because you want some kisses, you ero-cook?!”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[cripplecharacters]

hi there!! i love this blog and it's helped a lot in my self acceptance pursuit and drive to properly differentiate my characters.

i have an oc with facial scars that are left over from his first design and would like some pointers for redesigning to properly implement this facial difference. he has a scar over the bridge of his nose and one on his lip, both are from accidents related to his story, but i recognize these specific locations (and way to drawing) are overdone and not well implemented.

he does not hide his scars as he has a lot of love for himself, just not a lot of social confidence. so i'd like some help giving him a more realistic facial difference/scarring. thank you in advance! here's a pic of him for reference

Hi!

First of all, I always appreciate a fat, self loving disabled character! Very nice to see. Great drawing too, I love the flowers!

My main advice for making those scars more realistic would be by starting to think how your character moves his face (or moved it while his scars were forming and healing). The thing with scars is that they rarely grow linear, because everything around them moves. And the human face moves a ton.

For a scar on the mouth, it would probably end up following a similar pattern to aging wrinkles. That's how you can think of them here; healing scars are kind of speedrunning the same process. If your character smiles a lot they will form differently than if they frown. If his mouth opens a lot when he talks it will be stretched more than if it doesn't. I know that this is hyperspecific, but it's an interesting thing to consider I think. So, if for example he is someone who smiles a lot and smiles big - his mouth scar would be stretched horizontally on his lips to accommodate that motion, and the whole scar would follow a pattern that's closer to the nostril-corner of the mouth wrinkle rather than a straight line. And if he does the opposite, it will be tighter and more vertical.

In terms of the mouth, it is somewhat possible that he would have problem fully moving his mouth where the scar is formed. Either because of the scar itself or because of the injury affecting some nerves here. It could give him a somewhat lopsided smile (kinda what I have lol) where it's easier to move the half without the scar. But I don't think it would affect his speech or things like that.

For a nose scar, more or less the same stuff applies. If he smiles a lot or wrinkles his nose, the scar will be more stretched, especially on the sides. If he furrows his eyebrows, the scar would be more "wavy" there as well from the motion happening over and over. (Apologies, I don't have the best sight and can't tell if this is the case or not? If the scar is too low for that then ignore this lol.)

Another suggestion here: if he has a scar on his nose, then the rest of the structure felt it as well. If it was done with something sharp; soft and potentially hard tissue would be missing here and there. The area around the scar would be more "tightened", i. e. skin would be tightening around the scar because the tissue that used to be there would be lost or too damaged (or infected. But that's more complicated) to keep. I have scars like this myself, although not on my face. The scar is bumpy and sticks out, but the whole area they're in is depressed when compared to the rest of the skin. In my case this comes with nerve damage (I have no sensation around my scars, nor can I move muscles there voluntarily) but I'm not sure if that's universal.

If it was blunt trauma, his nose would probably have a different shape - presumably asymmetric, maybe bent to the side from the impact. Possibly indented. Depends on where the hit came from, really. But it's unlikely that only the skin would be affected. Potentially even some sort of skull fracture, if we're talking major force.

A few more things; if this is a result of an accident, it's not very common (although can absolutely happen!) that a scar will be this thin and flat (aka a flat-line scar). Those are generally a result of careful surgery. For an accident it's possible that it would be a hypertrophic, keloid, or contracted one as mentioned earlier. I'll say that atrophic scarring would be rather strange here but all other types are fair game. Your choice here, really.

Of course you don't have to implement everything I said here; just treat these as suggestions. As I said a lot of it will depend on other factors, so tailor it to your character!

I hope that this helped a bit!!

Mod Sasza

[k-hotchoisan]

Hongjoong x fem! Reader

Rule #4: got you wrapped around my finger babe, you can count on me to misbehave. Swamped with exams and finals, it was hard not to feel stressed. Thank god your new teaching assistant was there, right?

The finale of the guide—the rules of being a heartbreaker are simple, but whether or not anyone is able to implement them without letting themselves falter is another thing. So do you falter against the four men you entangled yourself with?

Word count: 6.2K

Warnings: general smut, dick sucking, dom!hongjoong, creaming, multiple orgasms, spanking, choking, studentxteacher

A/n: THE FINALE!!!!! Ngl I was struggling to find a way to tie loose ends together on top of thinking of a smut scene. And as we buckle up for the final ride, I want to thank everyone who has been interacting with this series, giving it so much love! ❤️💞 MAY YOUR TOILET SEAT BE ALWAYS COLD!!! THANK YOU FOR WAITING!

Tag list: @yourfatherlucifer @inniesworld (from twt!) 💌

❤️ how to be a heartbreaker: main guide ❤️

You couldn’t stop thinking about Seonghwa. When you thought about him, San flashed through your mind, then Wooyoung. You bit your lip. You simply wanted to have some fun, obviously, but at this point you were having way too much fun, being dicked down by three different men, and all of them able to send you to different realms of pleasure. You wondered if you had struck gold or entered a beast’s cavern by doing this. Nonetheless, one thing was for certain—you fucking loved the attention and how each of them fucked you so well, in their own unique ways. You could get addicted to each of their tastes at this point—as long as you didn’t get emotionally tangled with them.

Seonghwa had sent you back to your apartment before leaving for his work, and you stretched, still dazed over the sex you and Seonghwa had. You slapped your cheeks, keeping yourself in check. This was lowkey dopamine-inducing.

You left your laptop to charge in your room as you headed into the shower to freshen up. You only had one class today and you could come back to clear the remainder of your assignment.

The next few days you were stuck on campus, as the semester was ending, so were the deadlines, and for a good while, that took your mind off the three men, since you didn’t have the time to reply to their messages anyway. Miyeon barely had time to meet up with you, only doing so during her pockets of free time because she was caught up in her own deadlines, and sometimes she had to stay overnight in school to finish up. Being a fashion major was a lot more harder than you realised.

You started spending more time at a smaller campus library since it was a lot peaceful and quiet , despite being slightly out of the way. You did ping Seonghwa that you’d be pretty busy to meet him (well, if he wanted to meet) as well.

On some days, you stayed in pretty late and you’d see a boy with his nose in his books as well. He seemed to be always dressed in casual-formal clothing and he had stacks of papers beside an open laptop, his face hidden behind a pair of glasses and his laptop. But you didn’t have time to bother with the identity of that male because you had assignments waiting to be completed.

The next day, you attended your tutorial class and you spotted a new face standing beside your lecturer. Your professor briefly introduced the male as teaching assistant Kim Hongjoong, and you overheard whispers and squeals of how handsome the new teaching assistant was. Yeah, he was really good looking—all his features fitted all perfectly—even if the thick, black-framed glasses hid most of his features. He bowed slightly and walked over to the teacher’s desk, taking a seat. He scanned the class before beginning shuffling his papers before him, beginning to be engrossed with them.

The class quickly ended and you caught Hongjoong staring at you for a spilt second before breaking the contact. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion—for some reason it was as if you saw him around before. You shook your head at the insignificant thought, because you had deadlines to fight with, and your main worries were if the library still had seats.

On the way, you spotted a familiar figure from a distance and it seemed like he spotted you as well, as he stopped in his tracks for a moment before jogging over to you, his smile spreading across his face. His arms wrapped around you as you had to process the sudden physical affection from him.

“Wooyoung!” You greeted. “Don’t you have class?”

“Yeah, I’m on the way”, he replied. “But genuinely y/n, it’s so nice to see you around. I hate to be cheesy but I really missed you.”

You smiled sheepishly. “Sorry for kind of ghosting you and also for the things I said. Had a lot of stuff going on too.”

Wooyoung shrugged it off. “No, you’re probably right about it. I shouldn’t be an ass, going around and playing with girls like that. What you said kind of hit a sore spot for me though.” He paused for a moment. “I heard about what happened with San from him though. Dick move from him honestly.”

You took a sharp breath, tucking your hair behind your ears. “It’s whatever. It’d be stupid to keep on harping over this. I made it clear to him too anyway.”

“That’s great to know”, and he stepped closer, and your breath hitched. “I really, really missed you though. Let’s play again sometime, please?”

You felt your cheeks flush a little at how direct and flirtatious he was being. He didn’t stop there, as his fingers snaked in between yours, and he continued, “I stopped breaking other girls’ hearts already. I promise.”

You somehow found that so endearing and borderline adorable. He was pretty fuckingwhipped for you. You lifted both of your intertwined hands up close to your lips and smiled. “Of course. But after my deadlines and finals okay?”

Wooyoung’s contagious smile appeared as he nodded, releasing both of your fingers. He jogged back to his friend after waving bye to you. You stood there, swimming in your thoughts, thinking of when to meet Wooyoung again because truthfully, he was really fun, both on the streets and between the sheets. But you decided to hold that thought for another day as you picked up the pace to your usual library spot.

The library was pretty packed and that was starting to irritate you. It wasn’t Wooyoung’s fault that you didn’t make it in time because you willingly entertained him, but it was annoying that you couldn’t find a seat. You walked down each aisle, hopping to see a vacant spot at least, and you do—one seat left within a long row of occupied ones and was facing another student. You brisk walked over, approached the person sitting opposite it, asking if the seat was taken. His face looked vaguely familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

When he gave you the green light, youplopped your stuff onto the vacant table before sinking into the wooden chair, switching on the table lamp and pulling your laptop out.

The long table started to empty as dusk fell and your mess started to expand across the next table. Man, it felt never-ending with churning out the study notes. You stood up and stretched a little to get the blood circulating through your body, and your eyes landed on the male sitting opposite you. He was still engrossed with what it seemed like marking assignments? You glanced at his face and it clicked. It was the new teaching assistant! He blended too well into the ambiance of the library, that’s for sure.

“Ms y/n, I can feel your boring a hole in my head, you know”, he stated, still not looking up, and your gaze immediately travelled elsewhere after being caught red-handed. He finally looked up at you and you side-glanced him, soaking in his features. Shit, he was really quite the looker, and him staring right into the windows of your soul—even through the glasses—was starting to make your legs feel like jelly.

You plopped back down onto your seat, hiding behind your laptop screen. This time you felt Hongjoong’s stare right onto you.

As the evening dragged on, you began packing up, feeling the hunger pangs since it was dinner time already. You glanced at Hongjoong one more time, and this time he’s very engrossed in his work, tapping away vigorously at his keyboard. You decided to leave him be, considering he seemed to look determined to finish whatever he was up to. Pulling your bag up to your shoulders, you pushed the chair in as quietly as you could. But even that caught the male’s attention.

His eyes flickered to you. “Going off already?” He asked, and you could see the slight eye bags under his eyes.

“Yeah I’ve got other stuff to do”, you replied, forcing a small smile.

“Well, I’ll see you in class tomorrow”, Hongjoong responded, as his gaze goes back to his papers.

“See you Mr Kim,” you said, before adding, “try to get home early and eat something okay?”

And you swore you saw a glint of smile on Hongjoong’s face as he gave you a small nod before returning back to his papers.

“Assistant Kim has marked your assignments and I’ve checked through them. Should you have any questions regarding your grades or the assignments, feel free to approach either one of us”, your professor announced as he passed half of the load to Hongjoong to hand out.

As you waited for your name to be called out, you began getting lost in your daydreams, which got interrupted by your name being called by Hongjoong, who had to repeat your name twice. You snapped out of it and quickly rush to him. You met his eyes, expressionless, and then you glanced to your assignment.

It was a decent grade, but you wondered about the comments that were marked in red by Hongjoong’s rather messy handwriting. You turned to the teaching assistant, “Assistant Kim, could we go through the assignment together?”

Hongjoong raised his eyebrows but nodded. “Let’s meet at the library in the afternoon when you’re done with your remaining classes then. See you then.”

For some reason, your heartbeat quickened. Never in your years in uni did you approach your professors one to one. You walked back to your seat, and you classmate tapped your shoulder as she gushed, “oh my gosh you’ve got guts asking Assistant Kim for a one on one consultation!” You scoffed.

“It’s nothing. It’s not like he’s gonna eat you up.”

She sighed dreamily. “He’s so cute though. I’m too shy to approach him.”

It was pretty valid though. Truthfully, you just wanted to ask about your grade and assignment, you already saw a whole line of students choking the queue with your professor, so you deduced that it wouldn’t hurt to just approach the teaching assistant.

Surprisingly, Hongjoong barely took up spaces in your mind as you were trying to keep up with your classes. During your hour break, you went to catch up with Miyeon, who despite her endless amount of assignments, still put in the effort to look flawless. Nonetheless, you could tell her finals were wearing her down quite a lot.

“Hi bestie”, Miyeon greeted, giving you a tight hug. You returned the hug, hoping it’d energise her. The both of you linked arms as you stepped into the food court.

“What are the chances of a really cute guy as my teaching assistant?” You brought up, knowing she loved that kind of gossip.

“Oooh who is it?” Miyeon hummed as she poked the chicken with her chopsticks.

“This teaching assistant named Kim Hongjoong. The girls in my module have been fawning over him since the semester started.”

Miyeon shook her head. “Don’t think I’ve heard about him before. Got a picture?”

You pulled out your phone, attempting to search the student portal for his teaching profile, and Kim Hongjoong’s profile popped up, albeit his photo seemed pretty outdated, looking a lot more, um, nerdier than how he looked now. You flipped you phone over to let Miyeon see. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“That’s him?”

You turned your phone back to you to inspect the photo. “Damn, that’s probably an old photo.” And the both of you snickered as you finished your food and catching up.

You were dreading to get back to the library, having to bury your nose in books again until dusk broke, or however quickly you were able to finish your study notes. You reached your table and you felt someone staring right at you. You glanced to the side and Hongjoong was there already, sitting beside you instead of opposite you. “Hi sir”, you greeted hastily, hoping you still looked presentable. You were about to at least settle down and apply a layer of lip balm or two and fix your hair but there Hongjoong was, with indifference in his expression as he greeted you back with a soft voice.

“Do you want to take five before we dive into your consultation?” He asked, his focus back on his laptop screen. You started wondering if it was gonna get even more awkward, so you declined. “It’s fine, we can get started right away”, you replied, taking a seat beside him, and his cologne hits you instantly. The session was barely starting and you felt yourself spiralling a little already.

“So,” Hongjoong began. “You actually did pretty well for this assignment. What did you want to consult about?”

You tried to best to focus and forget about the scent of Hongjoong just whirling around you. You glanced at your paper, and pointed out a few parts you wanted to clarify. Hongjoong, despite only a teaching assistant, was probably a hidden gem of some sort because even though you were fighting for your life trying to get his scent out of mind, you still managed to understand what he was saying to you.

When he finished, you beamed, pleased as you scribbled down his pointers, finally understanding.

“Thank you Mr Kim!” you smiled, meeting his gaze. Despite his professionalism, you saw a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “Anything else?” He asked. You shook your head.

“Do you want to go through the exam guide then? The exam is coming up, isn’t it?” Oh right. That’s what you were studying for as well. Prof had handed out the exam guide like two weeks ago. You pulled out the guide from your bag, remembering you had scribbled down on the paper what you wanted to clarify but gave up immediately when you saw the snaking line of students.

Hongjoong gently took the paper from your hands as he studied what you wrote, and you suddenly felt self conscious of your hand writing. But Hongjoong simply pulled out a pad of sticky notes seemingly out of nowhere and started to tunnel in parts of the exam guide to take note, on top of going over your scribbled questions.

Time passed more quicker than your expected and you were able to cut your study notes down since Hongjoong was able to answer your questions.

“Thank you Mr Kim~ if I ace this exam, I’ll treat you something nice”, you hummed as you studied your study notes. Hongjoong only smiled in reply.

The next few weeks your spot in the library was beside Hongjoong. At some point, half way through your study session, you suddenly questioned him, “Sir, don’t you have an office? Why spend time in the library?” Things became more lighthearted the more you spent your time with him, but of course you were cautious since he was your teaching assistant.

“You can call me Hongjoong,” he corrected you. “And I do. I just don’t really like how cramped my desk is, since you know, I’m a teaching assistant.” You nodded slowly in acknowledgement. You went back to finishing up your notes and a sigh of relief escaped your lips as you slowly shut down your laptop. Holy fuck, you were set for the exam. Hongjoong only glanced from the sidelines as a smile smile spread across his lips. He knew you were gonna do fine anyway.

The exam days came and went, and if it wasn’t the exam anxiety eating you up, it was Kim Hongjoong. His smell was starting to be very familiar—almost comforting, given you spent almost every week together. Even during the examinations, he’d sneak you small smiles as he gaze met yours while he walked around the classroom.

Sprawling your upper body as you laid onto the study tables outside class, you were relieved that the exams were over, only the final assignment left. Footsteps stopped at the bench you were at, and you, thinking it was Miyeon, automatically went, “hey babe-“ until you looked up. Hongjoong’s had an eyebrow cocked, and you slowly looked away as your hands slapped over your mouth.

“Babe?” He reiterated, almost smiling. You turned your head right back at him, hiding your embarrassment with the fakest smile.

“I thought you were my friend. I am so sorry”, you apologised, eyes still widened in embarrassment. He moved and took an empty seat beside you, and you realised how close he was the moment his familiar smell hits you. It registered even more the moment he turned to face you, your faces almost inches apart.

“Can I help you Hongjoong? The students are gonna say something if you’re this close to me”, you teased, the embarrassment from before gradually fading.

“Class ended like fifteen minutes ago, and this place is pretty far from our class, isn’t it?” Hongjoong teased back. Fuck butterflies, you had a whole ass zoo in your stomach.

You tilted your head in amusement, unknowingly inching nearer to his face. “Very funny, Hongjoong”, you humoured him. “What do you have for me?”

And Hongjoong was almost lost in your eyes for a good second, and if one wasn’t eagle-eyed, they’d miss the speed of how quick Hongjoong’s glaze flashed to your lips before going back to your eyes immediately.

“I’ve got news”, he announced as he slowly backed away from you, taking you in full view. “Your grades are out.”

You expression immediately switched over, scrabbling to open your laptop to log into the student portal. Hongjoong was leaning in, still smiling.

You logged into the student portal and your cursor flew to the ‘Grades’ section as you clicked. The webpage loaded and your grade was splayed across the screen. You had passed with flying colours. The dopamine rush hits you as you squealed. You turned to look at Hongjoong, who was staring at you fondly the whole time. “I knew you’d do fine, y/n”, he reiterated.

“And now I owe you a meal. Well the semester’s almost over. I’ll treat you when I submit my final assignment”, you promised. Hongjoong nodded, satisfied with the agreement. Of course , he wanted you to clear this semester with a peace of mind.

With a final click, you push the submit button and your hands went up in the air in relief. “Fucking finally,” you cried out. Miyeon laughed. She was a lot more chipper since she was also finishing her semester. You felt a weight lifted from your shoulders, that’s for sure. The sudden reminder of having a meal with Hongjoong bubbled to the surface and you feel your heart racing. Right, you promised him.

“Oh look who’s here. Is that the teaching assistant you were talking about?” Miyeon whispered. Your gaze followed hers and you spot a gorgeously dressed male walking over. It was definitely Hongjoong. He was evidently in good spirits as he approached.

Miyeon’s smirk grew wider as she pretended not to notice and held her phone at her ears, pretending to be in a call. You couldn’t help but laugh at how shady she was looking

“Hey, y/n”, Hongjoong called out, his hands only carrying a leather briefcase. He’s dressed in a shirt, tie and trousers today, he had forgone his usual glasses, and your breath was almost taken away by how fucking good he looked. Almost.

“Hi Hongjoong”, you greeted, already used to calling him so casually. “What’s up with the look today?”

“Had a presentation so I needed to dress up a little”, he replied. “I think I aced it.”

“Mmm. Right. You sure would have”, you observed, eyeing him down. He did the same to you, looking at how your outfit was hugging you at the right places.

“Right. You haven’t forgotten our little arrangement right?”

“Well, you found me at the right time when I just submitted my report”, you hummed.

He placed his bag on the bench table and leaned towards you. At your peripheral vision, Miyeon’s eyes widened in disbelief as she was doing her best to suppress her laughter.

“Excuse my friend here. She’s having a whale of a conversation with her other friend”, you waved off before Hongjoong started to catch onto something.

Hongjoong gave Miyeon a tiny nod and she smiled back politely before glaring back at you.

“I’ll steal your friend for a date she promised me,” Hongjoong smiled as his hands grabbed your shoulders gently. And there it was—his scent again. Miyeon blinked twice before feigning laughter, telling the both of you to go ahead.

As the both of you settled into his car, a “damn you look good without glasses”, slipped past your lips. Hongjoong’s smile spreader over his face and you see it in its glory—his teeth were perfect and his smile fitted his face so fucking well.

“So you’re saying I look ugly with them on?” Hongjoong laughed as he begins revving the engine. You rolled your eyes. “You know what I meant, Kim Hongjoong.” Playfulness only danced in the glint of his eyes.

You tell him the location of the restaurant and the both of you set off, carrying your conversations in the car.

Unable to decide on a place to eat, the both of you ended up settling on eating at a local kimbap place. The conversations were mostly about school and assignments.

“So Hongjoong, why don’t you have a girlfriend? You know you’re like, insanely popular with the girls in our class right?”

Hongjoong almost choked on his food at the suddenly statement. “I’m flattered to hear that”, he coolly replied as he downed half a glass of water. “I think I just think my tastes are pretty, um, specific. We have really good looking girls in our class, but I don’t know, I just don’t think about them.”

You nodded in acknowledgment. For the most part, you observed him during consultation sessions right after class, and he would always have that virgin ass gap when a female student would approach him. It was pretty ridiculous now that you thought about it. Then your mind wandered when he had interactions too close for comfort during your study sessions and that one time when you called him ‘babe’ by accident.

You pieced things together quite quickly, but at the same time, you wondered if he realised it himself—or if he was just playing dumb with you.

“What about you? No boyfriend?” He asked, passing the baton over to you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Nope. I haven’t really decided on committing”, you answered. Hongjoong didn’t seem fazed by that answer, probably because he knew you were still pretty young.

The dinner went on pretty smoothly, the conversation finally drifting past mostly school-related to more personal things from there.

“It’d be a waste to just end the night here, especially since it’s the last day of the semester”, you hum into the night.

“What are you trying to insinuate?” Hongjoong asked suspiciously.

You turned to him and rolled your eyes playfully. “I’m saying, that I’m not done with the night yet. So I’m going off?”

“To where?”

“I don’t know. All I know that it’s too early to go home”, you replied, gently bumping into him.

“Alone?” He asked in disbelief.

You nodded. “Why not? Might get a couple of drinks on the way.”

“I have beer at home”, he spilled, almost immediately. “You don’t need to wander around by yourself.”

You turned to Hongjoong, and you realised he’s eyeing you up as his body stiffens.

“I don’t drink beer”, you answered, a smile curling to your lips, and you saw him slowly getting frustrated.

“We can buy on the way”, he quickly replied, inching closer to you. You let him stay on the fence of suspense for a second before blinking and agreeing. Hongjoong lets out a rather loud exhale.

He brought you to his car and the both of you drove off, stopping at a nearby convenience store to get your liquor of choice, then going back to Hongjoong’s place.

Hongjoong told you to make yourself at home while he went off to freshen up a little, and you go ahead and sink into his soft couch. It didn’t take him long to come back and he spotted you lying on his couch comfortably, your head craning over at his presence.

You sat up and he walked over, taking a seat beside you, your knees bumping against his. He cleared his throat and reaches for the alcohol in the plastic bag. The cap is popped open and you take the drink from, humming “thanks” as you take small sips. He stares at you in disbelief.

“I…was gonna drink that”, he said, blinking. You stared back at him.

“Are you saliva conscious?” You asked, before tipping the bottle upwards, your lips touching the tip again.

He shakes his head, something else clouding his mind as he stared at you lick the rim of the opening. He took the bottle from you after you offer and took a big gulp, telling himself not to over think.

But it only got worse from there. When you came back from a bathroom break, as you tried to walk past him, you trip on air and landed right onto his lap. As you tried to squirm back, it only got more complicated as you end up grinding against his crotch on accident, and Hongjoong’s patience was running thin. He tried to get you up, but that only caused a soft moan to escape your lips as his touch around your waist sends you small electric shocks.

Hongjoong snaps.

He grabs your shoulders and pushes you against the cushions, his gaze digging into yours.

“You’ve really had fun playing around with me, huh?” Hongjoong whispered as his fingers ran up your waist to your chest, then to your shoulders, and finally your neck.

You smirked back at him, inching closer to his lips, and he was ready to dive in, until you pulled away, a sly smile flashing across your lips. Hongjoong couldn’t decide if he loved it or not, but he’s done with your teasing, because before you knew it, his fingers were grabbing your jaw, and you saw something spark in his eyes as he turned your head to face him. His hand slowly traced down to your neck, and his grip tightened, sending electric shocks down your spine.

“But you love it don’t you?” You hummed as his grip relaxed, staring at him directly in his eyes. Hongjoong takes a deep breath, evidently unable to control himself.

“Well, you certainly made things a little more interesting for me”, he replied, lust taking over his gaze, and that only made you shiver in anticipation.

You loved how Hongjoong had his fingers wrapped around your throat, like he owned you, hitching your arousal. He gave your throat another squeeze, and your eyes rolled back a little more, stars splattered across the inside of your eyelids.

“You seem to be in bliss, darling. You like my hands around your neck that much?”

Your eyes rolled back to meet his, and your lips curled into a smile. “Yeah. I’d love it even more if you fucked me while you choke me like this”, you replied, your hands snaking around Hongjoong’s. You see hints of rationale snapping in his eyes and his breathing grew heavier. He dived in for a hungry kiss, licking and consuming every part of your mouth. You could barely keep up, especially since he still had his hands around your neck.

He removed his hand from your neck, staring at the soft pink imprints his fingers left on your neck. He wanted to paint it even more, mark it even more, like his own canvas, and the thought of it only went directly to his dick.

Of course, you were always there to be the instigator.

He unbuckled his slacks and pulled it off, leaving on his boxers and his erection painfully pressed against the fabric. You wondered how much more you should push him, because it was getting pretty evident that he loved it rough.

He tugged his tie loose, trying to undo it, all while his gaze never leaving yours. Since he enjoyed looking you so much, you wanted to rile him up even more, so you climbed on all fours and tugged his boxers down, and his cock freed from the fabric, a thin string of precum staining his boxers. Hongjoong’s significance wasn’t really his length, but definitely, definitely, his girth. You tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, soaking his tip with your saliva. He groaned, his hands immediately travelling up to your hair, and tugging. Fuck, the electricity that travelled down your spine felt so good. You continued to go in deeper, taking in as much you could, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth.

“Fuck, y/n, you’re really a cockslut huh?” He grunted, bucking his hips, pretty much fucking your face at this point. His precum and your saliva were pooling at the corners of your mouth as your the vibrations of your moans only encouraging him to fuck your face even more. You fluttered your gaze right up at him and he almost loses it—you looking up at him innocently, with his cock shoved in your mouth. He pulled you hair back, and your lips leave his cock uncovered, now completely soaked, a string of fluid connecting from your mouth to his cock. Even that sight was driving Hongjoong up the wall—and he hadn’t even started fucking you yet.

His fingers stroking your chin as you looked up at him, you found yourself getting lost in his wild gaze. His hands found your hair again, and he pulled as his lips starved collided with yours, his kisses more aggressive than ever. The sensation of your hair being pulled tingling your pussy, the way Hongjoong’s tongue was soaking yours with his spit.

You managed to pull away slightly to speak, “Hongjoong”, you breathed, “need your cock in me, please.”

Hongjoong cocked an eyebrow. “You’re already begging? But since you asked so nicely” His grip releases, and he lets you fall back on his office couch. He slipped his tie from his neck and tightened a knot on both of your wrists. The flashback of you doing that to Seonghwa flicked into your mind, suddenly remembering how fucked out and desperate he looked withering before you, and now you were below Hongjoong, in Seonghwa’s position now.

Hongjoong‘s fingers wrapped around your neck now, and you felt your sanity slipping every time he squeezed your throat gently. Before you could even prepare yourself, Hongjoong already pushed his tip into you, and then his whole length so quickly. The fact he was thick only made things a whole lot more mind-breaking for you, his cock stretching you out on top of stuffing you full. You threw your head back in absolute bliss, your legs shaking as he bottomed out on you, his cock just filling up every space in your cunt.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well. You’re squeezing me so much. Too big for you?” He teased, lightening his grip around your neck for you to respond to him.

“Hongjoong”, you cried out. “Fuck, your cock feels amazing.” Hongjoong smiled as his ego inflated.

“That’s a good cockslut. I’ll make sure you’ll see stars for the next few days even after today’s fuck.”

He pulled out almost completely, and slammed right in, the nerves in your walls feeling every part of Hongjoong’s cock, the sensation had you fighting against the restraints, and a voiceless moan escaped, the arousal heightening even more with his hand around your neck. He continued fucking you into the couch, releasing his grip from time to time to soak in your pleas and moans.

He released his grip around your neck, his lips diving to your neck, biting and sucking, leaving a wake of bites on your neck and shoulder as his hands travelled to both of your thighs to hold them up, and he continued fucking into you.

“So good. So fucking good, Hongjoong”, you whispered into his ear as he continued to litter more hickeys across your bare skin. “Fuck me deeper, please.”

He smirked as he slammed right into you, sending more sparks behind your eyelids. Your legs trembled from the pleasure, loving how deep Hongjoong’s cock was driving into you.

“Hongjoong, I think I’m gonna cum”, you cried out, the knot in your stomach tightening.

“That’s my good girl”, he hummed, gently combing your hair back behind your ears. You were spiralling—how the fuck is he so aggressive and so gentle at the same time?

You bursted into pleasure as your orgasm consumed you whole, loving how he fucked you so deep as you creamed on his cock.

He began rutting into you, desperately trying to reach his orgasm. “Cumming… fuck”, he trailed off as he pushed in deep, spurting his cum right into your quivering hole. Your body was shaking from the pleasure as he released in you, whining and whimpering.

Hongjoong pulled out, and grunting at how sensitive his cock felt as he pulled out of you. His cum leaking out of your pussy only made you shiver even more, as he stared at your pussy quivering and pushing out his semen. He looked proud.

Hongjoong then walked over to grab a box of tissues after releasing his tie from your hands. He kneeled down, in front of your spread legs.

“Don’t move”, he instructed as you were still trying to catch your breath. He pulled out a handful of tissues and gently wiped you down. When he deemed that your pussy was not overflowing with his cum at least, he discarded the used tissues into the bin. He rubbed your thighs as you slowly sat up, then taking your hand into his, looping his other arm around your waist as he led you to his bathroom. Your heart fluttered how gently he was treating you, especially after fucking you so hard.

“Thank you Hongjoong”, you couldn’t help but say, avoiding his gaze. For fuck’s sake, he was the teaching assistant. And you just had sex with him in his apartment. His place was really out of the way, so when he offered you to stay the night, you agreed.

Only you realised it was a mistake when you changed out to one of his dress shirts, with only a pair of underwear underneath, Hongjoong couldn’t help himself, towering over you the moment you sat on the bed, trapping you between his arms before hungrily kissing you. The sight of you in his shirt had turned him on so much that he insisted you leave the shirt on when he pulled down your panties, and fucked you senseless with his shirt on—twice. He made sure that he unloaded everything into you, panting about being getting hard again the moment he pulled out and seeing you with cum leaking from your cunt while your face was flushed with pleasure, in his dress shirt. For some reason, that set him off.

Mingi was around your apartment with Miyeon, and he jumped as he read a message from his phone. “Y/n, I think you best prepare yourself.” You turned to him, confused, “for what?”

“It seems like San, Woo, Hongjoong and Hwa found out you slept with all of them and Hongjoong wants to meet you.”

“I mean they were fucking good though, like, no lie.” This only earned Mingi’s eye roll.

“I don’t know how you did it but, you definitely got these men hooked. You’d better find a way to settle this.”

Sure enough, a message pinged on your phone from Hongjoong, asking to meet up at a nearby cafe.

You entered the cafe, already knowing what to expect, as you neared a table with four familiar men. Wooyoung had his arms crossed with a pout on his face, San was looking up at you with thinned lips as he scratched the back of his head, Seonghwa with his usual smile, giving you a polite bow as you approached, and Hongjoong pushing his glasses up.

“Right. I forgot you all knew each other,” you huffed. “Can I help you all?”

“Y/n, I know you’re still kinda upset at me for what happened but Seonghwa?? I knew I saw that bike from somewhere”, San sulked.

“That’s what you get for being dick, San”, Wooyoung scoffed, earning a shove from the other male. “I still really liked being around you.”

Seonghwa cleared his throat. “Y/n, I know you weren’t looking for anything serious but what are the odds of it being all four of us?”

You had your hand on your hip, and you shrugged, “Maybe it’s fate.”

Hongjoong spoke up, “we called you here because we wanted you know your plans moving forward.”

“What plans? I thought it was like a fun thing yknow?” You played dumb.

“We…want you to choose”, San asserted.

You stayed silent for a moment, the four boys were nervously awaiting for your answer, even if they didn’t show it.

“I mean I would but that’s only if I lose the game,” you responded.

Wooyoung looked the most confused out of the bunch and he’s the first one who spoke up, “what game?”

“First who falls in love is a loser”, you smiled, already celebrating your victory as you leave the boys staring after you, realising they’d lost, terribly.

[lovelettersforthedamned]

Take Care Of You

✮ dbf!joel miller x f!reader

✮ word count: 1.4k

✮ summary: Your dad's best friend, and neighbor, Joel Miller has been in the back of your mind lately. His mixed signals drive you to a point of confrontation.

✮ warnings: a few smooches, mentions of alcohol, age gap (mid 20s & mid 40s), no outbreak.

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Without fail, Joel Miller seemed to be the issue. He was always there, lingering in your eyesight. It wasn’t his fault that he always caught your attention. Being around him whenever you hung out with your dad didn’t help. Some part of you felt guilty, embarrassed even, at the thought of eye fucking your dad’s best friend and neighbor. 

Your hands start to sweat as your mind takes you to Joel. The drink in your hand pulls you back into reality, only to be reminded that you’re not in your bedroom. You're sitting near the makeshift fire pit your dad set up in your backyard a few summers back while your dad is chatting with his college group that remained intact after a few decades. 

Taking a closer look, you don’t spot Joel. You could’ve sworn he was just with your dad. “Hi, darlin’,” a low voice interrupts your thoughts, Joel’s sudden appearance making you jump. He takes a seat next to you on the empty lawn chair to your right, a soft smile on his face. 

“Hi Mr. Miller,” you start before taking a deep breath, “did you find the conversation boring over there?” You look back over to your dad who’s throwing his head back in laughter. You can’t help but giggle at his state; a little drunk, but still having a great time. 

His buddies don’t amuse Joel, instead he’s looking at you. He studies your features when you laugh. The way your cheeks fill as a smile warms your face, the crinkle on the bridge of your nose, and the way your smile tugs his heart. “Just wanted to check up on you. You’re lookin’ real lonely by the fire,” your attention turns back to him at his comment. 

“And who said I was lonely, Mr. Miller?” 

His body tenses at the name you’ve been calling him, he clears his throat before he speaks, “Well, when you’ve been sitting by yourself at the last few get-togethers, it’s safe to assume that you’re lonely, darlin’. Don’t you have a boyfriend to come join you at these things?” Joel quietly hopes you don’t as you flash your smile at him again. 

You shake your head at the thought, “Nope, no boyfriend. The boys at school aren’t the best.”

“College boys don’t deserve you,” he mumbles before taking a swig of his beer, he settles into his chair, staring into the dancing flames before him. 

Your eyebrows furrow in thought, and you hesitate before you ask, taking a second to let his quiet thought sink in. ��What kind of boys do I deserve then?” Your question takes him by surprise. He didn’t think you would hear him, so seeing you leaning into the conversation makes him anxious.

“Well,” he starts, a slight strain in his voice, “first off, you don’t deserve a boy. You deserve someone who’s gonna take care of you. Someone who knows what he’s doing, especially with someone like you.” You open your mouth to question what ‘someone like you’ means, but Joel beats you to it, “You’re too smart for most of the boys at your school, mature too.” 

Your cheeks warmed at his praise. The conversations between you and Joel were never more than talks about Sarah, school, or work, so sitting down with him in a setting like this made you giddy. “When you find a man that’ll deal with me, let me know,” you chuckle. 

Joel was about to lecture you about using the phrase ‘deal with you’ until he was interrupted by your dad’s friend group calling him over. One of them mentions the name of the single mom down the street, making you wince. Joel groans as he stands, sighing as he looks down at you, your gaze staring into the fire, the flickering flame dancing in your eyes. He brings a hand down to rest on your knee, catching your attention immediately, “What if I already have?”  

He doesn’t give you any chance to respond as he winks, before walking over to the group, leaving you sitting there dumbfounded. You sit there for a few minutes longer, thinking about your conversation with Joel, and questions appear in your mind. Am I being delusional? I’m overthinking this, right? 

The air around you grows thick as your mind swirls with thought, prompting you to stand from your chair and walk inside, heading upstairs to your room. No one paid attention to your sudden disappearance except for Joel. He’s kept an eye on you all night, and your rushed exit caused his eyebrows to furrow in concern. 

Excusing himself, he walks up the stairs and towards your closed door. Knocking on the wood a few times he calls your name, “Are you alright?” His voice stops you from pacing the floor any longer. You look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair before reaching for the door handle. 

Unlocking it and pulling it open, you’re face to face with the man that’s causing your troubles. You try to look him in the eye, but suddenly, eye contact becomes hard for you to maintain. Especially when he’s looming over you, his forearm pressed against the doorframe. Grabbing his hand, you pull him into your room, locking the door behind you. “It’s not nice to play with people’s feelings, Joel.” you start. Anger starts to bubble over as you take a few steps closer until you’re face to face with the man, “So why are you toying with mine?” 

Joel is stone-faced as you’re practically on his toes, “Darlin’, I–”. 

“No, stop! You don’t get to call me that anymore,” you call him out, interrupting him. This conversation was going nowhere, and it was embarrassing. You begin to turn away from Joel, until his rough hand grabs the crook of your elbow, pulling you back to meet him in a deep kiss. You hesitate before you kiss back, shock raking through your system. 

The kiss is deep and tender. It carries emotion as you two entangle yourselves together. The hand that was resting on your arm has now snaked to the small of your back, pulling you in impossibly closer to Joel’s broad frame. Reaching both hands up to his curls that you’ve admired, you weave your fingers through them, occasionally giving them a slight tug. 

You two are interrupted by your dad’s voice in the backyard, your name being picked up in both your and Joel’s ears, causing you to pull away breathlessly. Slowly raising your gaze, you find Joel already looking at you. “You head down first,” you suggest, your arms still wrapped around each other. He gives you another peck before pulling away from you. “Joel,” you call out before he can open the door, “don’t be a stranger.”

He gives you a small smile, “I’m here to take care of you, remember?” 

You nod, walking up to him at the door to open it for him before pushing him out. “Go before someone sees,” a giggle escaping your lips. You watch him descend the stairs before you close the door and smile. 

Giving yourself a few minutes, you walk downstairs and see your dad standing in the kitchen with Joel. “Where have you been? I looked over to you by the fire and you just disappeared,” your dad pulls you in for a side hug. 

“I was feeling weird, so I laid down for a few. Did I miss anything exciting?” You look between Joel and your dad. 

“Either than Steve’s rambling about his new lady friend, nope, not a thing,” Joel laughs, taking a swig of his beer, his eyes stuck on you. Your dad laughs at the thought, engaging in casual conversation with Joel as you stand there, chuckling at their banter.

“Shit, it’s getting late,” your dad groans, “I’m gonna turn in.” Leaning down, he presses a kiss to the crown of your head before saying goodnight to Joel, leaving the two of you in silence. 

You walk over to Joel, placing a peck on his cheek, before whispering, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“See you tomorrow.”

✮ author's note: HELLOOOO!!! i'm in my dbf!joel era rn, so here's this:) don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to support mine and your other favorite writers!! my asks/inbox is open, so send me requests!! ok, bye ily<333

[romewritingshop]

Main Tera (Side Story)

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Kento Nanami x Brown Indian Female Reader

Tropes: Childhood lovers, Exes-to-lovers, Fake dating, co-workers-to-lovers, wedding

MASTERLIST

A/N: Side story is here! And this is the end for Kento and his brown skinned girl. I'm gonna miss this couple. They were a good balance of each other.

Thanks and I hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think! Follow, comment or reblog, IDC because I enjoy writing this fic. Please pay attention before reading.

NO UNDER 18s 🔞

WARNING: Smut, Explicit Sex, Fingering, Sexual teasing, Office sex, making out, masturbation, hand on throat (no choking) and hair tugging (THAT NANAMI SCENE), oral (Female recieving), creampie, rough sex, back scratches, half clothed sex, Semi-public (They almost get caught).

Satoru Gojo frowned as his hand sped up in squeezing his stress ball tightly. His sunglass eyes zeroed in on the team leader's door, leaning back on his chair. His posture and stress ball were doing nothing to alleviate his nagging curiosity as Suguru came back from the toilet. Once again seeing his best friend stare at Nanami's door.

“I thought I told you to stop staring at that door, Satoru.”

 “There's something going on between Nanami and (Y/N).”

Suguru exhaled exasperatedly, plopping down on his office chair, sliding next to Satoru.

“What's your evidence this time?”

“The two of them have been in there for an hour and a half.”

Suguru deadpanned, returning back to his computer to log on and get started with work.

“Satoru. They must be having a meeting.”

“For that long?”

“Well they are trying to secure the Malaysian Food Tycoon as a client. So yes it'll be that long.”

Satoru huffed, returning to his computer. Even since Nanami and (Y/N) returned from (Y/N)’s cousin's wedding, their co-workers have changed. They were both grumpier than usual but Satoru had an inkling that they were trying to deter everyone from the fact that they were dating or hooking up. So he was slowly gathering evidence but his best friend Suguru didn't have his back.

“Look … I know that there is something going on. And I'll prove it to you.”

The door opened as (Y/N) stepped out to look over the file in her hand. Nanami was next to her, pointing out a few things before they both returned to their places. A light bulb lit in Satoru's mind as he smirked at Suguru, the dark haired man furrowed his eyebrows suspiciously.

“What are you planning?”

“I'm gonna ask (Y/N) to be my date for the company event tomorrow.”

“Don't bother. Yaga strictly said no dates.”

Satoru slapped his thigh, leaning back and throwing his stress ball in the air to catch it before another idea snapped into his head.

“I got it. I'll ask her to wear a saree like last time.”

Suguru frowned, stopping what he was doing to stare at his friend. Unable to comprehend the stupidity in that plan as he scooted forward and flicked Satoru's forehead.

“She always says no.”

“Yeah but the catch is that I'll ask in earshot of Nanami. She'll say no to me but Nanami will persuade her into wearing one. If she does wear a saree, I'm right and she and Nanami have something going on. If she doesn't, then I'm wrong. Come on Suguru! Trust me on this. I bet you she will wear a saree.”

Suguru smirked as he raised an eyebrow. Knowing that he will easily win this bet. Like all bets they have placed in the past, Suguru won them. He was ready to bite as he gave a nod, whilst folding his arms.

“Is this a confirmed bet?”

Instead of a worried fearful look, Satoru tilted the rim of his sunglasses down his nose, his blue eyes sparkled with mischievous delight.

“Oh yeah! I, Satoru Gojo, bet to Suguru Geto that (Y/N) Aggarwal will wear a saree to tomorrow's event.”

His hand thrusted forward which made Suguru eye it carefully, his eyebrow quirked up as he remembered.

“What's the prize and forfeit this time?”

“Whatever you want, Suguru.”

The dark haired man's eyes widened, surprised by the serious weight to the words. Satoru was determined to make this bet which had the cogs in Suguru's head turn. It had to be big and something that would kill Satoru. He didn't know what to do as he leaned back to ask the brunette beside Satoru's desk.

“Hey Shoko! Need your help.”

She dragged her chair around to swivel in-between the two tall men. Her eyes darted between the two to ask.

“What do you need?”

“Need to come up with a forfeit for a bet against Satoru. Said I could do anything.”

Shoko's face twitched as she slowly turned her head to stare Satoru dead in the eyes. Finding it incredulous as she stuttered.

“Do you have some sort of death wish? You don't have a winning streak when it comes to bets with Suguru.”

Satoru rolled his eyes as he ran his fingers through his unruly hair.

“I know but I have a guarantee that I'll win this bet.”

“And that is…”

“(Y/N) will wear a saree for tomorrow's event.”

Shoko turned her head to Suguru, the two of them having a silent conversation about how crazy Satoru was. But it seemed like Shoko got her answer as she exhaled before her eyes widened in glee. As she laid out her idea.

“Are your Tiktok followers still asking for you to do a dance in a maid outfit?”

Satoru's lips almost did a glitching motion, understanding the hidden motive behind Shoko's words. He gives a firm nod as he knows that he will still win the bet.

“Yes and if that's what you're suggesting then I'm game.”

Shoko and Suguru share a stunned look, immediately understanding that Satoru was serious.

“Fine. If you lose the bet, you have to wear a maid dress and dance for your Tiktok followers. If I lose the bet, -”

“I get to take her out on a date.”

Suguru frowned in confusion, before his eyes widened in shock. His skin paler than ever as he stuttered.

“Her?”

“Yeah her. You have to give me her number and I get to go on five dates.”

“One date.”

“Four.”

“Two.”

Finally both men settled on three. The two men shook hands and now their bet was sealed with Shoko overseeing it. 

After an hour, it was just getting close to lunch time and (Y/N) was sitting at her desk. Satoru could spot his co-worker getting ready to go out for lunch. Nanami had gotten out of his office with a file in hand, turning to (Y/N)’s direction. This was his break as Satoru stood up and swooped his way to sit on the corner of (Y/N)’s desk.

His co-worker exhaled, glancing up at the blue-eyed crazy.

“Satoru. Can I help you?”

Satoru smirked as he rolled his eyes.

“Can't I just sit here and catch up with you? You were gone for a while and I wanted to hear about India.”

(Y/N) leaned back on her chair with her arms folded, giving Satoru a deadpan expression which made Satoru scratch at the back of his head.

“What do you want?”

“Right. Erm tomorrow …”

“I am not going to wear a saree, Satoru Gojo.”

“Oh come on!” Satoru jumped and had the whiny voice of a five year old. “You'd look so good in them and you'd get everyone's attention.”

“Yeah and they would focus on my boobs rather than the work I'm talking about.”

“Ha you said boobs!”

(Y/N)’s hand was about to reach her stapler so that she could throw it at Satoru. The tall silver-haired man nervously laughed as he stood up and held wary hands out to calm her co-worker.

“Hey hey! Chill. But seriously, like you'd look good in a saree.”

“Bye Satoru!”

(Y/N) jumped up and stomped away from Satoru, passing Nanami. The blonde haired man's eyes followed (Y/N) before focusing on the insubordinate in front of him.

“What were you talking about?”

Gojo smirked as a plan formulated in his head. He exhaled dramatically, slowly building up to his part.

“Ah it's nothing. I just wanted to ask her to join Suguru, Shoko and I for lunch but she ran away, said she had plans for lunch.”

Gojo shrugged as he strolled away from Nanami, his hands in his pocket and a smirk on his face knowing that his plan was soon going to work.

~~~~

“Mhmmm.”

Kento hummed delightfully as he shared a long passionate kiss with (Y/N). The two of them were in his apartment living room, finally able to kiss each other after restraining themselves at work. Since the two of them returned from (Y/N)’s cousin's wedding. They rekindled their love and became a couple once again.

This has been going on for a month and it was tricky to hide this relationship from their co-workers. All apart from Haibara, who walked in on the two of them kissing at the wedding. Daadi knew as well, ‘how’ was never a question that needed to be asked.

(Y/N) was staying the night over and the two were getting a little hot and heavy during their movie watch. Kento had fully reclined back on the sofa with his girlfriend sitting on his lap and running her fingers through his shaggy hair. Tasting like raspberries and chocolate which had Kento constantly chasing after her lips.

Finally she let go to take a moment to breathe, a soft lazy smile made its way to her cheeks as she asked.

“Nanami…”

“We're not at work now Darling, call me by my name.”

“Kento…”

He gave a short kiss before looking down at her body, wearing matching pink silk pyjamas that were so loose that it left him imagining her body underneath. His vision shifted as he wondered how she would look in a saree. Gojo's words were playing up in his mind and before he knew it, his mouth began to speak.

“What are you wearing tomorrow?”

“Hmm?”

“Tomorrow's party. What are you wearing?”

It took (Y/N) a few seconds to bring her focus back to reality, her arms looped around Kento's neck and his hands rested on her hips, stroking slowly in an up-down motion. She shrugged, not thinking much about his words.

“Just a blue dress, why?”

Kento shook his head, gently lifting her off his lap and grasping her hand to lead her to his bedroom closet. It was big and spacious but what he wanted was a small box that was nestled underneath his hanging shirts. It was a blue cardboard box as he handed it to (Y/N), smiling at her.

“I … had Daadi go to the shops for me to pick this outfit for you. Would you please wear it for tomorrow?”

Her cheeks flushed red as she took the box from his hand. Peeling the lid off and lifting the outfit up, only for her eyebrows to crease suspiciously as she ran the long fabric through her fingers. It was a black chiffon/tulle saree with lace embroidered on it, accompanied by an embroidered black t-shirt bra blouse which would be eye-catching.

Her eyes darted from the outfit in hand to her boyfriend Kento. Surely he was joking as she huffed nervously as she asked.

“A saree? Why a saree?”

“Because you'd look beautiful in it.”

“Kento.”

He smiled so sincerely which made her heart soften as she hugged him, thanking him for the gift. There was no way that Nanami came up with this idea himself and she knew that tomorrow, she was going to kill Satoru Gojo.

~~~~

“So ready to lose the bet Satoru?”

Suguru raises an eyebrow as his hands nestled in his haori pocket. Suguru had gone for a mixture of modern and traditional outfit, wearing a suit pant and white shirt as well as a purple and golden haori on top. Meanwhile Satoru and Shoko stuck to more traditional black tie outfits. Shoko was in a simple brown full sleeve dress and Satoru was in a black and white suit with a black tie, blue circle rimmed sunglasses and slick back hair.

Satoru rolled his eyes as he turned his head around to see Haibara talking to a party guest. He waved to get the younger co-worker's attention which made him politely excuse himself before approaching his older co-workers.

“Any word from (Y/N)? The party's started.”

It was held in a large spacious conference hall with a small buffet table of dishes. Waiters were going around serving pinot grior in champagne flutes. The lighting had a slight golden glow. It was the company event to celebrate the company's success as well as to introduce themselves to new potential clients.

Haibara pulled at the collar of his shirt, rather nervously as he whispered.

“She's running late. She should be here any minute.”

Haibara grinned before his eyes landed on Shoko, a smile on his face as he held a hand out to separate Shoko away from Suguru and Satoru. The two men glanced around before Suguru spotted (Y/N) at the entrance. His eyes widened and he caught himself about to drop his flute.

In front of him, (Y/N) had her eyes narrowed, looking around whilst adjusting her outfit. It was what Satoru bet, (Y/N) Aggarwal had worn a saree. A black tulle saree, the skirt was long and had pleats. The extra scarf was draped across her chest. Her jet black hair had a shaggy damp look to it which just looked attractive.

(Y/N) had killed it and Suguru was in trouble as his eyes widened. He needed to prevent Satoru from spotting (Y/N), downing his drink and dropping it onto a nearby tall table. Suguru looped his arm around Satoru's shoulders, leading him to have his back facing their co-worker. Making some kind of excuse as he pointed at a few girls in front of him.

Satoru frowned as he once again came in front of Suguru to question this strange behaviour but his eyes darted over his shoulder before locking on the target of their bed. His jaw dropped, hooking a finger around his sunglasses leg and yanking them off to get a better look.

He tucked his glasses into his shirt collar, chuckling as he brought his hand to the side of Suguru's face, pushing to the right so that Suguru wasn't blocking his vision.

“Well well well, Suguru! Looks like I was right. Hey Shoko!”

Hearing her name being called, she and Haibara rejoined Suguru and Satoru. Her eyebrows quirked up and Haibara had a confused smile on his face as Satoru announced.

“I have won the bet Shoko, and now as requested Suguru must allow me three dates.”

Suguru had a foul expression as he fished for his phone, taking it out and forwarding the number to Satoru, shivering at what he had done. Giving his best friend the cruelest stink-eye and regretting the fact that he didn't embellish more on the bet.

“I hope you're happy.”

“Oh yeah! I can't wait for the date.”

Haibara didn't know who they were talking about as he raised his hand slightly as if asking to join the conversation.

“Hey … who are you talking about?”

Satoru shook his head, leaning his arm on Suguru's shoulder.

“Suguru's hot cousin who just became a nurse. By the way, thank you Suguru.”

The dark haired man rolled his eyes which made Satoru laugh out loud, his eyes going around before noticing that (Y/N) wasn't in the room. His head turned left and right but she wasn't there.

“Hey, have you seen where (Y/N) went?”

“She was - Huh? She was just there a minute ago.”

“What's strange is that I haven't seen Nanami since I got here? Where are they?”

~~~~

A soft moan and humming sound can be heard from an office, Kento and (Y/N) were in his office, kissing and connecting. Her lips caressing and licking his lips while her hands were around Kento's neck, her fingers playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. His hands were on her waist, feeling a mixture of soft supple skin and rough tulle fabric.

His office was a fairly nice size with ceiling to floor windows and a sturdy mahogany desk. On the right hand side of the desk was a filing shelf with all sorts of files and books. Some files were dropped on the floor as Kento had his girl pressed up on that wall before he lifted her onto his desk.

This was something they would never do, they could easily get caught and so far they had been so good at keeping a low profile. It was Kento's fault, he took one look at (Y/N) and immediately he just had to savour her. Before she could greet anyone else, he swooped in and led her into his office.

Which led them to their current actions, Kento brought his fingers to where the remaining saree was over her shoulder. He unveiled it off her like he was opening a present, reluctantly he let go of her lips and trailed down her jaw, to lick and nibble into the base of her neck. He could taste a slight bitterness of perfume which enthralled his nose with notes of bergamot and jasmine.

This felt so wrong as she brought her nimble fingers to his shirt buttons, having already shrugged off his blazer when they made out against the shelf. Finally she saw his bare chest that she had been craving to see since they started dating. Kento pulled away from her neck for the moment, after giving her a wet hickey that made her yelp and whine.

His voice was hoarse as one hand cupped her cheek while the other was pressed on the bare expanse of her shoulder blades. Kento's nose was brushing against hers as he had to ask.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Darling?”

“What do you mean? Of course.”

(Y/N) was about to lean in again but he held her arms down before she could move. Looking directly in her eyes so that he could get his words across to her.

“Look … it's only been a month. I don't want to rush you into anything. We just got together after 13 years.”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow before she let out a sound of realisation, giving a firm nod.

“Hm, maybe you're right.”

Kento gave a nod as he stepped back holding a hand out to help his girl off the table as she continued.

“We should wait.”

Her boyfriend gave a nod as he was just about to button his shirt when her next words made him pause so he could catch it clearly.

"I mean it's not like I spent everyday thinking of you for the last 13 years. We should push aside the thousands of nights where I laid in bed alone. No one but … me in the house, me and my thoughts. And honestly, they get wild.”

Kento paused before his eyes widened to his girlfriend, as she had her back facing him. She pressed her body against the table, grabbing the hem of the saree, dragging it up the back of her legs and revealing her butt.

He took a sharp inhale when he could see her underwear nestled in the folds of her vagina, soaked from their kissing and his eyes followed her fingers. One hand held the saree up to be bunched up around her waist while the other began to rub over her underwear.

“I've thought about this kind of scenario. You take me into your office, bend me over your desk like this. Slowly. Slowly. Using your fingers to tease me more.”

As (Y/N) speaks, she gets more and more wet. Glancing over her shoulder to see Kento completely entranced by her actions. His hands flexed with tension as he was hypnotised by his girlfriend's filthy lewd acts. Completely surprised by the way she is acting, as he resisted falling into her trap.

“Oh! You'd treat me so well. Even when we were young, you used to treat me to ice cream. So good f’me.”

She gasps and her leg jerks at the building pressure on her clit. (Y/N) is trying so hard to charm Kento and she can tell she's close to breaking him. Her next words might push him to the brink.

“Everytime I put my fingers in, I'd imagine it was your fingers. Even when I was with my ex, I'd always imagine it was you. Reminding me that I'm yours.”

Kento Nanami snapped as he stepped forward to loom over her, one hand wrapping around her as a makeshift ponytail while his over hand squeezed her cheeks, forcing her to look up at him. His soft gentle gaze was replaced by a steely callous expression, the corner of his lip twitched as he hummed.

“I was going to step back so we continue to build our relationship. But you just love to test me. Remember that you asked for this.”

He gave a short sweet kiss as he began to rut against her, her butt and the back of her thighs would push against the front of his thighs. The hand that was in her hair, stroked a line down her body, underneath her saree and underwear. Sinking in three fingers which had her hiss at the sudden intrusion, her vagina grew more wet at the rough treatment.

He thrusted the fingers at a quick speed which had her gasp, Kento's other hand slid down to the base of (Y/N)’s throat, his lips came over to push his tongue in and lick inside her mouth. Whilst he was kissing her, his eyes watched her right hand, pressing down on the table. His gaze narrowed particularly on the fingers, his mind spiralled and for a moment he thought he saw a diamond ring on it.

(Y/N) choked at the sudden speed increase of his fingers, feeling her orgasm come much quicker than she was used to. She panted, moving her lips away and pleading.

“K - K - Kento! I - I n-need more-”

Just before she could say, Kento pulled his fingers out and spun his girl around to once again seat her on top of his desk. His mouth was going dry, desperate to do everything but having so little time. He glanced down at the way his dick was straining in his pants, clenching his fists tight as he warned.

“We shouldn't.”

(Y/N) whined as she spoke with an airy tone.

“Please! Need you in me.”

“Fuck! I don't have a condom.”

“Sh, it's ‘kay. ‘M clean and have an implant.”

His heart pumped rather aggressively as he quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped pants, pushing them down enough for his dick to come out.

Before (Y/N) could get a chance to complain, Kento finally pushed himself inside of her. His head rolled back with a groan as her vaginal walls had clamped itself around his dick. What he had dreamt for 11 years of his life (Because he didn't start thinking about sex and masturbation until he was about 16.) Was nothing close to the present.

She was in heaven. Years of dreaming of Kento and now she finally could feel him inside her. Leaning her head onto his shoulder before looking up into his eyes with watered eyes.

“K-K-Kento.”

Her legs tensed at the sudden rough intrusion as she hissed, her fingernails clawing at his back while her legs wrapped around his waist. Heels digging into his calves as Kento pressed rushed sloppy kisses onto her forehead.

“Shush! ‘M sorry.”

He slowly reared his hips back before pushing forward again, his pace which was hard and rough, the two of them could barely hold on to each other as their skin started to grow hot. He could feel the sweat on his back as he watched (Y/N) gasp and whimper. A complete opposite to the usual loud mouth aggression she would bring out on the daily.

Kento's lips curled up in a smirk as he raised her left calf onto his shoulder, going deeper and actually hitting her g-spot. Her back arched, letting out a silent cry while her eyes streamed down her face at the intensity of his thrusts. Unable to hold herself up she dropped her back against the desk, one hand holding the edge beside her head and the other resting on top of his hand which was holding her leg against his body.

One thrust. Two thrust. Three thrust.

Kento's right hand moved around to where the clitoris hood was, pressing down and rubbing circles which made her hiss harder at the insane play on her body.

“You look incredibly beautiful like this. Quiet and desperate for me.”

A small laugh left her lips as he slowed his movements down, curious as to why she was laughing.

“Desperate? Says the one who brought me in here.”

Kento let out a deep chuckle, leaning down to hover over her. She smacked her teeth at the burning stretch in the back of her thigh as her boyfriend pecked her lips.

“Well I wasn't the one touching myself now, was I?”

(Y/N) smirked and was about to open her mouth to give a rebuttal but Kento straightened his posture and thrusted into his girl, humming with a moan instead. Slowly he continued to gyrate his hips into her, taking control and fluidly fucking himself into her, while she soundlessly gasped and bit her lip.

It wasn't long before her back arched at the tickle of her spot and without any word of warning she shuddered from her intense orgasm. Her eyes fluttered closed and Kento raised an eyebrow at her quietness.

“Did you just-?”

(Y/N) gave a nod and shivered from the overstimulation. The sex she was having with Kento now was completely different than her drunken one night stand that she had with a Kento lookalike. Clearly she missed out at the intense emotions and feelings that came with sex as Kento began to increase his pace.

He was close to coming as he began to kiss and nibble on (Y/N)’s calf before groaning and asking.

“Fuck! ‘M gonna cum soon.”

“D-d-do it i-i-in me. Less mess.”

Kento huffed with a smile, nodding against her leg before his back rolled from intense pleasure and he came inside her. There was a wide grin on his face as he carefully slid (Y/N)’s leg off his shoulder after he pressed soft kisses against the bite marks. Finally able to have sex with her as his eyes went down to admire his dick inside her debauched pussy.

There was a lot of fluid on the both of them as he slowly pulled his dick out. She flinched and his eyes were wide with wonder at the way her vagina pulsated at the loss of his dick. Almost craving for Kento again as he watched his semen leaking out of her entrance.

Kento's eyes darted around to look for something to clean up before he went down on his knees for a closer look. He brought his fingers to swipe the fluid into his mouth which made her hum and moan. He brought his tongue to lick at her labia and around her clitoris, making sure to thoroughly clean her up before then hooking his finger into the gusset of her underwear and bringing it back to cover her.

(Y/N) had her eyes closed as she twitched with tiredness at the incredible sex. Slowly she opened her eyes to see her loving boyfriend licking his lips, tucking his dick into his pants to then zip up and buckle. He buttoned up his shirt, tucking it into his trousers before bending down to loop his undone bowtie around his neck.

He had a soft lazy smile on his face as he brought gentle hands to her shoulders, helping his girlfriend slowly sit up, giving her a kiss before draping the remaining fabric of her saree across her chest again. Their bliss came to a sudden halt as the door to their office opened and their tall silver-haired co-worker was standing at the door.

His blue eyes widened, bringing a hand to point at the couple before screeching.

“I fucking knew it! Suguru!”

Satoru spun around and left the office to get Suguru. This gave Kento and (Y/N) only a few minutes before they were to be discovered in a compromising position. Kento was completely red in the face and (Y/N) could feel heat flaring in her ears. They basked in embarrassment for a good minute before they sprung into action.

Kento went around his desk to put his blazer on and to redo his bowtie while (Y/N) got off his table and straightened her saree. A light bulb went off in her head as she sat down on Kento's desk, opening the computer as she asked.

“Hey, what's the password?”

“10thingsiloveaboutU.”

(Y/N) wiggled her eyebrows at her boyfriend's cheesy password, which was a play on their first movie date. Typing it in and opening up YouTube so she could find a fake zoom call video. She gestured for Kento to come over and stand next to her before she pressed play. At the same time, the office door opened and Satoru burst in followed by Suguru, Shoko and Haibara.

“I told you these two are-”

Satoru cut off as his jaw dropped at the completely mundane scene in front of him. This wasn't how he saw it. He only had been away for two minutes and the room looked neater than ever. (Y/N) was talking rather animatedly in Hindi while Nanami glared at Satoru.

Giving (Y/N) a tap on the shoulder before going forward to shoo them out of the office, Nanami closed the door behind him and glared at his four co-workers.

“What is the meaning of this?”

Satoru glowered as he pointed an accusatory finger at his Team Leader.

“You tell me. You two were just fucking in there.”

Nanami scoffed rather disgustingly.

“How dare you? We were in the middle of a call with a potential client from India and you burst in with inappropriate claims. I could fire you for that.”

Suguru and Shoko had nervous glints as Suguru tugged his best friend's arm.

“I'm sorry, Nanami Sir! Satoru has had one too many drinks! We'll keep an eye on him.”

Suguru and Shoko dragged Satoru away, the tall man was still giving a childish stink eye. Haibara still stood there with his arms folded as Nanami mimicked his stance.

“What's the matter Haibara?”

“Were you seriously having sex in there?”

Nanami scrunched up his face but Haibara gave him a deadpan expression. He could not hide it as the blush on his face gave it away which made Haibara's face scrunched up with shame as he gritted his teeth.

“Gross! You guys know better than that.”

“I know.”

Haibara shook his head and gave a friendly pat on the shoulder to his friend. Informing him to come join them for toasts before leaving Nanami alone in front of his office. A soft relieved exhale left his lips, the door of his office opened and (Y/N) peeked her head through, looking around before stepping out.

“That was close.”

“Haibara knows what we did.”

This made Kento's girlfriend pinch her nose before she huffed, straightening the pleats of her saree and making herself presentable. She glanced up at Kento, awkwardly smiling at him.

“Right … well I'll see you there.”

She was about to walk off when Kento grabbed her wrist and spun her around into his chest, pecking her lips once more before he asked.

“You okay after what we did?”

She gave a bashful smile, nodding and kissing his cheek as a way to show her appreciation. (Y/N) slowly pulled herself away from her boyfriend, giving one final look over her shoulder before rejoining everyone in the party hall. Kento wistfully sighed as he reached into his pocket to fumble with a small velvet box.

He could always ask her another day.

[turtle-steverogers]

no but Steve checking out during a mission and no one realizing because it's normal by now. Sometimes Steve goes quiet on the comms and they've gone on enough missions to know he's not chatty. No one questing why Steve skipped on clean up because, well, he's Cap, he is usually the one ordering it, so he must have had a good reason. No big deal.

Then a newly cleared Bucky suits up with the Avengers for the first time, expecting it to go relatively smoothly since they've been doing this for over 3 years now.

Fuck was he wrong.

No bc exactly, and Bucky already knows what's happening, because it happened sometimes during the war, too. The way Steve would check out-- go distant, eyes glazing over, unmoving, unseeing, unhearing. Like everything overloaded at once, and he just... went away. He'd always done that. Gone away in his head when things got too loud, either literally, or somewhere inside of him. But during the war, it got worse, and now? Oh god.

It's Bucky's first mission back, and of course it's something fucking ridiculous. Giant mechanical cows, because some idiot wanted a farm themed apocalypse, and really, the universe has got to be playing a joke on Bucky by now, because he's getting really fucking sick of this shit. He's ruminating on that as he slices another mechanical cow's head off to a rather horrible sounding moo, and it's only afterwards that he realizes he hasn't heard Steve say anything for a while.

"Anyone heard anything from Cap lately?" he asks into his comms, walking briskly around the... wiry cow carcass. Eugh.

"Nah, not in a minute. Last I saw him, he was heading south towards that library to stop the cows from getting civilians in there," Clint says. The sound of an arrow being fired thwips through the comm.

Bucky frowns. Steve's usually pretty vocal on missions-- doling out directions and strategy.

"No? Anyone seen him?" he asks, watching as a couple more cows explode in the distant via Tony's reactors.

"No, why?" Comes Natasha's voice. "You need him? He doesn't normally talk during missions."

And shit, what? Bucky knew that the others had missed a thing or twenty about Steve, but this was unacceptable. This was dangerous.

"Yes, he does," he snaps, already starting to jog toward the main street and over towards the library. "Shit."

"What? What's happening?" Tony asks, sounding out of breath.

"Steve-- fuck. This isn't-- if he's quiet, it ain't good," Bucky says, trying to keep his temper in check, because being angry when he gets to Steve is far from a good idea. "You guys coulda stood to pay more fucking attention."

Natasha says something else over the comm, but Bucky isn't listening anymore as he finally spots Steve, staring blankly down at a cow carcass. His eyes look distant, his hair is bloody. He's swaying a little, clearly a little off balance. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

Bucky jogs over, slowing when he gets close and stopping about a foot away. He'd learned very early on that touching Steve when he's dissociating usually ends in a black eye and a very panicked Steve. Well. More panicked than he already will be when Bucky manages to bring him back to earth.

"Steve?" He keeps his voice even, but firm. "Steve, it's Bucky, pal, you're okay. Can you hear me?"

Steve looks up, eyebrows furrowing. Bucky inches closer.

"Steve, do you know where you are right now?"

Steve looks around, eyebrows still pinched. He nods, slowly, like he's moving through syrup, then he shakes his head, looking down at his hands, moving his fingers before pinching the bridge of his nose. Fuck. He's really out of it.

"That's okay, pal," Bucky says, moving close enough to touch if Steve needs it. "That's okay, just focus for a moment. My voice, the wind. Can you hear the wind?"

Steve doesn't look up, but eventually, he nods.

"Good, that's good. Wind, my voice... what else?"

"Um." Good. He's talking. That's good. "Cows-- fuck."

Bucky sees the moment Steve comes back to himself-- or at least, back to the moment. He kneels down when Steve slumps to the ground, teeth chattering. He's staring at his hands again. Yep. Nope. No more mission for him.

"I'ma need a med evac at the library. Stat," he says into his comm, before switching himself to mute. He hears Sam give an affirmative, then firmly tunes them out. "Steve, look at me."

Steve does. Well. He looks at Bucky's chin, which is close enough. Steve never did like looking at him in the eyes. That, at least, was normal.

"Can you take my hands?"

Bucky reaches out and Steve tentatively takes them. Bucky smiles at him and starts to squeeze. Steve always liked the squeezes.

"Feel that?" Steve nods. "Good. Focus on that. We're gonna get out of here in a moment, but for now, just feel your skin on mine. Focus on right here, right now. Just our skin, okay?"

"Just our skin," Steve echoes, and Bucky offers him a smile and another squeeze.

It takes longer than Bucky would prefer for evac to show up and by the time he gets Steve on the jet, he's looking a little clearer, if not pretty shaken. It's going to take Bucky a while to help him come down completely, but he's definitely going to have some words with the team later. How the hell had they missed this? How the hell had they missed so much with Steve?

Steve stares out the window, hands pressed between his knees. He's still shaking, and his complacency with leaving the mission is concerning, but Bucky doesn't mind rolling with the punches as they come.

Eventually, Steve reaches out for him and Bucky holds him close. At least he's here now. At least Steve has someone to see him again. He deserves that, at the very least.

[st4r-bby]

04. fight .

WE ALL KNOW WHAT MOVIE AND CHARACTER

summary : MAN THEY FOUGHT.

contains : yelling, kys, crying, mentions of y/n's mother, violence, anger, angst, cursing, blood.

"ethan fucking landry!" y/n screamed, ethan left multiple candy wrappers on her floor, this always happened and she always had the same reaction about it. "yes?" ethan answered innocently, he left those wrappers on purpose, expecting her every time to clean it for him.

"GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND CLEAN THESE FUCKING WRAPPERS!" she yelled even louder, y/n was a clean freak. every time there's a mess, she gets anxious, when it's someone else's mess in her space, she gets angry.

''okay okay.." he mumbled, he walked into her room and laid eyes on her neck. she was wearing the necklace he bought her. "you got a boyfriend or something? what's with the ugly necklace." he gets on his knees and picks up each individual candy wrapper.

"one, it's not ugly. two, everyone forgot my birthday and this person bought me this necklace. in our dor- did you hear anyone come in?" y/n looks at ethan, "yeah." she furrows her eyebrows, "and you didn't do anything?!" ethan chuckles, "yup."

she rolls her eyes at his casual response to someone walking into their apartment like they own the place. "god, you're an idiot." ethan gets up with his trash in his hand, "you're one to talk." he walks out, throwing his garbage away.

y/n was going to respond back but her phone buzzed. y/n grabbed it and ethan peeked over her shoulder.

"what the fuck?" ethan spat, if there's a main thing y/n and ethan had in common, is that they both hate harley with a burning passion. ethan looked at y/n, she was clenching her jaw and her eyes were glossy with tears. ethan snatched her phone and opened the replies.

"y/n.." ethan starts, "oh shut the fuck up!" she half yells, she walks fast towards the door and looks for something, or someone. ethan follows quickly, seeing y/n walking up to harley. there was plenty of eye-witnesses around so ethan panics.

y/n turns her around and smacks her across the face, leaving a red mark when harley looks up at her. "you dumb fucking bitch! i'm gonna fuck you up!" she grabs harley by her hair and pulls her towards a wall, she pushes harley into it, making her fall.

everyone surrounds them, shouting "fight!" in a chant. harley tries to get up but y/n knees her in her mouth. y/n straddles her and punches her repeatedly until her nose bleeds. she gets off of harley and watches as harley's mascara smudges, her blood dripping down her nose, her hair messed up.

she made sure anyone who even mentions her mother in a bad would regret it severely. for good measure y/n kicks her side slightly and scoffs. she walks away from the crowd and walks towards her dorm. ethan follows, slightly shocked. "what the fuck was that?" he asks, she doesn't respond.

"you might get expelled for that!" y/n stops walking and turns towards him, "why do you care? one less problem, huh?" he rolls his eyes, "who else am i going to torture without feeling bad about it?" se stares at him for a while, she walks closer to him. "find someone else." she looks him up and down and walks back to their dorm.

not this being kind of a filler thing- and i have no idea how to write fight scenes. btw i meant to write "wtf? that's messed up harley." not quinn-

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[gumballavocadoharry]

Stumbling in: Brother Harry:

October wind fluffed your hair the minute you felt the cool evening chill of fall shore through your skin. The taxi watched you tightrope walk up on the little brick pathway from the garage to the front porch glimmering a little shine from the overhead porch light. It was a little lantern for you after being stuck in a claustrophobic car, suckling in vomit and head spins; blurry lights radiating through the window, the mucky dew smell of London at night sent a shiver of isolation and adventure up to your spine, feeling the brisk euphoria of feeling "grown up."

You waved the taxi off, watching it slowly and quietly pull out from the driveway and gain its momentum back in the main street. Standing there for a while looking and taking in all the shadows of the picture painting houses on the block. It was so quiet, jaded with emptiness and complete privacy outside. A nocturnal poloroid moment for you; alone, unnoticed, but shady. Street lights sent spotlights in front of them; spaced so pristine and perfect, that somehow you went unseen. No one could see or hear you. That was until you thought slowly opening the front door would be the same way. But in every household, there's always one person who's either halfway asleep or fully awake.

Harry. Your brother.

"Where were you?" His voice, filled with silent rage and sternness. His green eyes seemed to penetrate through you like it was a stranger that had appeared in his presence, not his younger sister. "I was out.... I'm sorry I'm late, I lost track of time-"

"I was worried sick! You didn't call or text- not so much as a voicemail that said: "Hey, it's yn, I'm sorry I'm late." Nothing." A warm flush poured through your cheeks, looking down at the little wood floor that sported dark blotches over them. You could feel Harry stepping closer to you, eventually feeling his finger lift your chin to his face. His eyes were scanning something deeper, you could tell....no matter how hard you wanted to focus and force yourself to identify what he was looking for, you couldn't.

"You've been drinking?" You furrowed your eyebrows, scoffing a huffed giggle, "Are you serious? No." Now Harry's eyebrows were furrowed. "Yes you were! Yn-" Harry pushed himself away from you to collect his composure. His temper was blaring, and if scared you..... enough for shaky inaudible breaths to echo from you and your legs to dart you from the front door and upstairs to the bathroom. You ejected whatever was running through your stomach with the beers you had before flushing the toilet and dragging yourself to your bedroom.

A ping whiffed through you, snaking through up to your lungs. It shot faster upon your brother's creaky steps on the stairs. Lights were dim, your head; empty and pounding and Harry's quiet peek into your bedroom with dreary eyes and a silent disappointment....you knew he was.

You could make out the shadow of door closing behind Harry as his silhouette dissolved from the hallway.

Dust bunnies tickled your nose, the glow of the morning sun shimmered through the window. The headache seemed to fade and bitter aftertaste of Bass Ale simmered away. Breakfast crept through the crack under the door; the thick smog of muffins clouded through your room. A tense of happy came over you thinking of fluffy dough that would float and melt on your tongue. But, realization of Harry being the only other in the house, interrupted the euphoric thought.

The clock was striking to nine. You couldn't put off breakfast any longer; loud roars of your stomach became intolerable. You changed out of your clothes from last night, donning fresh new ones before stepping down the stairs. Shame splashed onto you, seeing the back of Harry at the stove, cooking breakfast for you and him. After everything, he's still doing this for me..... You thought. You took one step closer, then another, then another...until there you were.....only a few steps away from him. He clicked the stove off, turned to you and then back to the muffins. "Breakfast is ready," he set them on the stove before going into the living room. The flicker of last night haunted you like a ghost swimming around your mind.

Those feet planted on the wood, back to back, shoulder to shoulder against the door, and those angry lasering eyes that bore into you like the sun at its angriest. You didn't know what to say... Harry was sitting in the rocking chair, reading through his text messages and you catching a glimpse from coming through the doorway.

Yn where are you?

Pick up!

Why aren't you answering your calls? I'm really worried about you!!! I've been driving for hours and....

Harry looked up to you, feeling your presence in his space. "Yes?..." You came around to Harry's front and ducked yourself into hug. "I'm sorry....I'm really sorry Harry.....I shouldn't have come home so late.."

Back was bare and drafty, until Harry's soft hands cupped themselves around your body. "Why were you drunk yn?" You pulled away, letting tears trickle down your cheeks. "I don't know....I had a few drinks and I guess I lost count." Harry shook his head, "Yn...."

"I just wanted a good time!" You blurted. Harry looked at you, his eyes softening, "There is no 'good time' in getting drunk. You lose complete control of your senses and that's very dangerous. Anything and anyone could've hurt you......and I wouldn't be there...no one would've been there yn. That's why I was so upset.. I'm very protective of you and if anything ever happened...I just don't know what I'd do." You swallowed, biting your lip, allowing the lecture to twist inside you, knowing your brother was right. You picked the thin lip skin with your teeth, nervously questioning what Harry was going to do.

"Come here yn," you fell into his arms again, "I love you very much....very much," the sweet whisper warmed you.

"Don't ever forget that." Harry squeezed tighter. The room was filled with the quiet silence of breathing and heartbeats. You didn't say it out loud, but internally...you promised Harry, you truly would never forget just how much you were loved.

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

Hello can you do a cute date imagine when the reader a extrovert person, have a soft spot for the Gorgon, and he ask her on date (Xavier helped) and they kiss. 😊

yep!

GREEN BEANIE

Pairings: Ajax Petropolus x Fem!reader Summary: ^^^ Warnings: none Note: I made Enid help a little bit too

you looked over Enid's shoulder to the boy that sat with Xavier at a table, smiling widely as he rambled to him.

"talk to him!" Enid stopped her train of thought when she followed your eyes to see you making heart eyes at Ajax, you looked at her with a shocked expression

"are you kidding? I can't. I'll embarrass myself" you chuckled nervously

"well what about the gift you got him, you have to give it to him!" she beamed as you shook your head vigorously

"no I don't, it's stupid anyway, he'll hate it" you whined, trying to get the smile off her face

"no he won't, I think he'd love it" she tried reassuring you.

she always did this, she always made sure you didn't feel stupid or like anything was a bad idea, because as much as you were extroverted, you still had doubts, and so did she. it's what made you get along so well.

"no, Ajax probably doesn't have one in the colour because he doesn't like the colour itself, it's stupid, I'll just return it" you sighed, looking over her shoulder again to see the said boy not at the table anymore

"ok then don't give it to him just yet, but don't return it" she furrowed her eyebrows

"don't return what?"

you jumped slightly to see Ajax and Xavier standing behind you with smiles on their faces, although Xavier's what lopsided and tired.

"nothing. how are you both?" you grinned, looking between the two

"tired" Xavier responded shortly with a yawn, you gave him a sympathetic smile and turned to the Gorgon who was subtly looking at your lips, wondering why they look more shiny than usual.

"Ajax?" you said quietly, tilting your head at the boy who seemed a little high

"I'm good" he whispered, glancing at your eyes before diverting them to your lips again

"what are you looking at? are you high again?" you asked

he shook his head slightly, finally looking at your eyes fully

"you have something on your face" he rushed,

"do I?" you furrowed your eyebrows, using the back of your hand to wipe the imaginary stuff on your face

"not you, her" he pointed over your shoulder to someone behind you.

you turned around to see who he was looking at to see no one there, and when you turned around, you watched the two boys walk away into the main hallway.

you stood there confused, wondering why they left and where Enid went to but you soon shrugged it off.

--

Enid knocked on the door hurriedly, holding the green beanie with a note inside in her hand, waiting for the Gorgon to open the door

"hey, Enid? what are you doing here?" he quizzed, his brows knitted together in confusion

"I have something for you, well- it's not from me- here" she held out for him to take with a big cheeky smile on her face.

"anyway, goodnight" she smirked, turning on her hells and walking away

Ajax looked down at the beanie on his hands as he shut the door hesitantly.

he held it from the top and watched as a note fell from the inside

he picked it up and examined the note with the handwriting written in a green glitter pen

I noticed you didn't have a green one ;)

it read.

he smiled as he figured it could only be you, he had shown you the collection of beanies he had, he had all the colours you could imagine, with different shades but you noticed that he didn't have a single green one in there.

he put it on his bedside table, knowing he'd wear it tomorrow and neatly stuck the note in a draw.

--

Xavier pushed Ajax into the library, you immediately coming to view as you sat at a table, your nose stuck in a book at they walked towards you.

"I can't, she'll say no" Ajax whispered

"no she won't, we've already had this discussion, what's the worst thing that can happen?" Xavier muttered with an eye roll

"she could say no" the shorter boy murmured, playing with the zipper of his jumper

Xavier pulled Ajax behind a bookshelf, shoving his shoulders

"the only way she'd probably say no is if you yell it at her. and let's be honest, you do that when you're nervous, soo. what do you not do in this situation?" Xavier questioned sarcastically

"ask her out, that's not what I should do in this situation" Ajax gulped

"this situation is to ask her out. not chicken out, you either go out there and tell her how you feel or run out of this library and regret not telling her when she finds someone else. she'll say yes" Xavier huffed

Ajax peaked his head out from the bookshelf to see the back of your head, still reading while eating a cookie. he turned back to his best friend and looked down, shaking his head

"you don't know that. let's just go, this is stupid" he whispered

"you're right, I don't know that, but I have no reason to think she'll say no, and this isn't stupid, you are. you're gonna walk over there and tell her and then you'll take her to the date, Enid's setting it up as we speak, don't let it go to waste" Xavier shrugged his shoulder.

he sighed at his friend and continued to encourage him

"look, I know Gorgon's are taught not to engage with people, but- why else would she care so much to let you show her a beanie collection?" he questioned

"I don't know. to see what protects her from getting stoned" Ajax responded tiredly

"because she likes you, no one cares about beanies that much, especially to buy another one in a different colour for you" Xavier commented, growing bored at the Gorgon's nervousness

"she's just nice like that though. she's like that to everyone, she's outgoing" Ajax brushed it off

"she's never bought me anything"

Ajax's grip on the flower he held tightened, he scrunched his nose and took a deep breath, turning around, a sudden wave of confidence came washing over him as he walked towards you

"wish me luck" he muttered to Xavier

"you don't ned it" he laughed

you felt a tap on your shoulder and someone clearing their throat behind you. your turned in the chair, looking at at Ajax who had a lopsided grin panted on his face.

you could see a droplet of sweat falling from the edge of his beanie as he held out the flower to you

"this is for you" he slightly yelled, startling you, making you blink rapidly at him

"oh? thank you, Ajax, it's beautiful!" you beamed up at him, delicately taking it from his clammy hands.

"you are" he stared down at you

you giggled "what?"

"you're beautiful" he repeated, his mouth agape as he looked at your shiny lips that looked even more shiny than the few days prior

"you're too sweet, Jax" you shook her head happily

you noticed at the green beanie that hugged his head nicely, hiding the deadly reptiles on his head, he saw you looking and smiled

"thanks, by the way. it's really nice" he rolled his ankles, his frame slightly going shorter and taller within a few seconds as he went up and down.

"I mean you can't say you have a full rainbow when you don't have one of the prettiest colours in there" you laughed, noticing one of his snakes coming out of the beanie, the deep green scales shining in sunshine from the window at the top of the room.

"do you wanna go out with me?" he asked, redirecting the conversation to the point of him being there making heart eyes at you

"I'm sorry?" your eyes widened slightly with your lips parted

"do you wanna go on a date with me?" he questioned again, getting ready to run out of the library without you in his arms

"I'm mean- of course, yeah" you agreed, smiling at him sheepishly

"really? o-ok, let's go then" he held out his hand, making you confused

"oh you mean now? ok um- sure" you shut the book and put it in your bag, putting it around your shoulders, taking his hand

"I thought we couldn't go to town today" you mentioned, following him out the library without noticing Xavier a few feet after you, smirking at the both of you

"we aren't going to town"

---

you smiled as you saw a blanket on the flower clad grass, a basket filled with a baguette and grapes.

he took your bag off your shoulder and set it down on the blanket, holding your hand as you sat down in front of a little platter of food, two chocolate croissant with a few strawberries and blueberries in a little bowl next to it.

"when did you do this?" you asked him, giggling as he pulled out two little glasses from the bottom of the basket, he got a little bottle of juice at poured it in the glasses handing you one as he took a sip

"earlier" he replied with a small shrug

"so all of this was set up before you asked me? what if I said no?" you tilted your head

"I would probably sit here eating all of this by myself in self pity" his nose scrunched at the thought

"good thing I said yes then huh?"

"yeah" he nodded shortly, pulling off the mesh food protector off the food, placing it beside the platter

"strawberry?" he offered

"sure" you grabbed one, taking it to your lips and taking a bite

Ajax watched as the pink juice of the fruit stained your lips

he reached over to your bag, pulling out your book and handing it to you

"read to me" he cutely demanded, taking a blueberry and popped it in his mouth, wincing as he tasted the sour juice in his tongue.

"alright then" you flipped to your page, moving the basket to his side so you could lay on your stomach, propping yourself on on your elbows as you started reading to him

after a page of reading, your heard a light snap and soon a tiny branch of little soft pink and white flowers were beside you

"don't pull them off the tree, that's mean" you stated, making him fiddle with his fingers.

he was sat beside you, legs crossed with his hands on his lap, his legs slightly bouncing

"sorry" he apologised shyly

you closed the book, leaning up on your side, just looking at him

"you already gave me a flower, I don't need any more" you responded with a smile

you noticed him staring at your lips again, licking his own

"why do you keep looking at my lips?" you quizzed, half sitting up again, getting closer to him

"they look so...shiny and- and pink and soft- kissable" he whispered

"why don't you kiss them and found out" you dared, glancing at his thin pink lips

you noticed his breath hitch as he looked at you taken back

"can I?" he asked, leaning down slightly

"please" you smiled, leaning forward where he closed the gap, pressing his lips against your own, resting his hand on your cheek.

you leaned into his palm as you placed your hand of his chest, setting up fully to kiss him properly

"I really like you" he confessed

"I really like you too" you admitted

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[uselesssomebody]

𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕟 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 - joel miller x reader

complete masterlist | joel miller masterlist

words || 𝟟.𝟝𝕜

summary || in which the reader's smile is a sight in the q.z.

a/n || i love him, your honor ➵ i'm watching the mandalorian so expect some fics on that soon! ➵ set before the show, so possibly canon divergent? no real main characters except the millers are a part of this ➵ i'm 90% sure i didn't accidentally spoil the show or game in this, except that ! news flash ! joel has a brother ig? ➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff/angst ➵ show-typical violence and graphic descriptions of blood and wounds

she hurt again. she always does, be it the dull ache of her shoulders, the burn of her calves or biceps, or her stomach - excruciatingly, about one week out of the month. this time, it was a headache, the damn thing feeling as though her head would split open if she didn’t do anything about it in the next few moments.

luckily, some superior being out there heard her silenced, wailing pleas, as she lifted her eyes to a figure approaching her. his hand was outstretched, and she was so glad to see her relief in his hands that she clutched it desperately, pulling it out of his grip.

“hello to you too.” he mumbled, a large smile quirked on his chapped lips. well, as large of one as you can have in this godforsaken q.z., anyways. he watched as she swallowed the painkiller immediately, not even bothering to grab the small bottle of water in her bag. had any other person taken the pills he’d so delicately procured without promise of goods on their own side, he’d probably have shot them.

but he knew her. and he knew she wouldn’t.

he leaned slightly against the crumbling brick wall shielding this particular back alley, taking note of the way her previously tensed features softened, until the furrow of her brow and clench of her jaw was replaced with a smile instead.

this one, though, was actually large - for even pre-pandemic standards. she was like that a lot - smiling, happy, excited. positive. it was a hard thing to come by nowadays.

“thanks, tommy.” she sighed, reaching into her bag quickly to return the favor. the box that came out was a bit greasy and moist, and the smell of good food hit tommy miller’s nose almost intrusively, not used to the smell after the past week of food that could be bought with ration cards. the q.z. may have provided sustenance, but flavor seemed the be considered just as bad as the fucking zombies in here.

in similar fashion, he takes it out of her hand, finding different, small seasoning and sauce packets, as well as a plastic wrapped container of chicken. he shut the box quickly, as if worried the meat would come alive and fly away, and she smiled at the hastiness of the action. her painkillers had been quickly packed away into her inner jacket pocket, and she’s quick to survey the surrounding.

“so, i’ll see you week after?” she nodded, as tommy began leaving.

“next sunday, noon!” he saluted at her, and she rolled his eyes.

joel had forgotten about the idea of good food until about two months ago - when his brother had returned with an odd smelling container. he wondered what on earth he’d been up to, not even letting tommy explain before he started unpacking it. the meat inside looked a little foreign, the grilled crust on it something he hadn’t seen in a long time.

“tommy, what the-”

“it’s good, ain’t it?” he had an excitable pep in his step, and joel raised an eyebrow.

“how’d - how’d ya even get this?”

“one of the smugglers - she brings in food from her trips.”

“where does she get it from?” tommy looked at him as though he was crazy.

“why the hell would she tell me, joel? what’s it matter, anyway, we got great food now!” joel - the older brother than he is - felt perturbed by tommy’s careless attitude, but shrugged it off.

“what’d you pay for it then? how many ration cards?” tommy waved him off.

“a bag of pills - painkillers. said she’d give me a box every two weeks for a bag of them.” joel shook his head, still apprehensive.

“painkillers are hard to come by, tommy, is it really worth it?” tommy didn’t respond.

it was, in fact, absolutely worth it. the brothers practically licked their plates clean that night, the taste of the still juicy chicken invading their senses after the past 7 months of mostly sloppy, shitty soups and broths.

she became a staple of their rounds, with tommy always making time to get painkillers for her, and to meet her. both brothers knew it was stupid to ‘pretend to enjoy the finer things in life’, as joel so cynically put it, but that didn’t stop their appreciation for the food.

as for her, those few months had been the first time she’d had steady supply to something to ease her pain.

truly, she didn’t know how she’d carried on so far in this pandemic, considering she used to be a school teacher before all of this. the most she’d had to deal with back then was maybe a rowdy kid or two - or worse, a rowdy parent. not zombies - or infected, whatever. not terrorists, vigilantes, raiders, the fucking feds. she was even more shocked that she’d adopted a lifestyle of smuggling, as opposed to being another menial laborer. hell, she’d been anti-gun before all of this, and now she’d go through fifteen magazines a week - on good weeks.

luckily, she was a good shot, or she supposed she’d be spending a lot less on painkillers, and a lot more on bullets. she attributed it all to the first person to pay attention to her in the q.z.

she was a bit older, the woman - maybe mid 40s at the time - but she was incredibly fit, lithe and agile. they were put on odd jobs by FEDRA all the time, and it took about four jobs before she - beth - realized they were always paired together. she’ll always remember the first thing she told her:

“you’d think they’d get a better bunch than us to do this shit.” she had gestured to the group, full of mostly the malnourished, young, and old. there were considerable overlaps in those groups, if you can imagine.

sure, that first sentence wasn’t indicative of what would have become a budding friendship, but beth was quick to take her under her wing. then, when the older woman made the switch to smuggling goods, she figured that her young friend would do good in joining her.

“i don’t know, beth, what if the feds find out?” her arms were crossed over her chest as she paced up and down beth’s tiny apartment.

“you’ve got me! c’mon, when have things ever gone wrong with me.” she could name a few, but she pursed her lips to stop herself.

“what would we even get?” beth’s eyes lit up at her slow succumbing.

“that’s just it! i have an old, old friend who’s got a farm maybe 20 miles from here. he’s got these big fences to keep out the infected, but he grows fresh fruit and - meat! can you believe it! he’s got cows and chickens, and-” she stopped herself from delving too far into her master plan, “if we smuggle in food, we can get extra ration cards, extra supplies, and maybe even trade for other things!”

the idea excited her, and she couldn’t hide it, with beth immediately picking up on the released tension in her step, and in the way her arms crossed.

“but how would i survive out there? i can’t even shoot a gun.” beth’s smile widened.

“that’s the best part, hun. i’ll teach you.”

and teach her, she did. by the time they started making the serious, 20 km hike to beth’s friend’s farm, she was more than comfortable with a firearm, using it to save their lives on more than one occasion.

the trips had become muscle memory to her. they’d travel to the farm, trade ammo for food, and then come back, and trade the food for ration cards, for cigarettes for beth, and for the occasional bottle of whiskey.

it had become such muscle memory, that they both made the journey themselves occasionally. she’d been particularly busy one week trying to wrap up a larger deal with a group of fireflies - or at least, what they used to be - for decent first aid supplies. beth had urged her to carry on, and reassured her than she’d be back within 2 days with more food.

she waited two days. then she waited two more. then she got worried.

it was risky, she knew, but she had to figure what had happened.

she’d taken the same route they always took, except something had changed. one of the buildings in which they constantly stashed goods - usually empty - was now littered with metal cartridges, blood splattered across the grimy walls. her eyes widened, confused at the scene, and so fixated in figuring it out that she nearly tripped over something.

not something, someone.

she lets out a soft gasp at the corpse, the hole in his head indicative of his fate. she looked at the bag next to him, a quick confirming her fear - raiders. she rushed into the building, seeing their hiding places all ransacked - the slot in the bookshelf, the one under the table, the one behind a painting. her eyes saw a trail of blood, and, following it, she saw beth’s glassy eyes looking back at her.

a sob broke from her before she could realize - as, though she’d hoped for anything, anything else, she knew what the fate of her good friend had been. beth’s abdomen had been scarred, her jacket flipped out as though someone had scoured her pockets. the blood on her shirt had become flaky and a deep brown, having oxidized in the past few days.

she fell beside her, wanting to grab her hands, but recoiling at the stiffness of them, at how cold they were. her hot tears felt like a sharp contrast, and it only repeated the same juxtaposition in her mind: she was alive, and beth was dead.

she’d made the trip herself that day.

and every day after that.

she didn’t speak to anyone for a few weeks. her deals occurred over the span of a minute, maximum, and she didn’t greet the teenagers that lived across from her anymore, or the elderly man who would give her her ration cards for the days work. she went back a few days later to revisit her.

she had flowers - as many wildflowers as she could find on the way, and she placed them beside her as she shut her eyes, wincing again at the cold of her skin. it had begun to smell horrible in there, with the place becoming infested with scavengers.

she knew how much beth loved nature - hell, it was half of the reason she wanted to do these runs - so she - with all the strength she could muster, brought her about a hundred meters out, under the largest tree in the vicinity. she was sure it was a fruit tree of some kind - apples, or pears, she couldn’t tell. she laid her down lightly, pushing the flowers into her form delicately. she rubbed her own nose, willing the restarting tears to simmer, before backing away, sitting in the soft grass and just thinking.

beth was a loving person. somehow, through every way this pandemic hardened her, she still loved. she’d point out pretty, fragrant flowers on their hikes, she’d dream up elaborate meals and outfits, she’d always walk with a small pep in her step. sure, she was ornery when she needed to be, but she didn’t see too much of that. she saw the way beth would laugh, would smile, and would sing. she was terrible at it, but it never stopped her.

above all, beth loved her laugh. she loved the way her face lit up at a dumb joke, or outlandish comment. at the snarky comments beth would make to her friend, or the satirical ones about FEDRA and other smugglers.

she supposed that that day had been some form of closure for her. and she thought she’d do the little she could in beth’s memor: smile.

she was hard to miss in the q.z. it didn’t help that she was always waving at tommy, a quick greeting of hello - though, one not exactly common anymore. no, the problem was that damn smile. a smile never hurt anyone, except, of course, resident cynic joel miller. it always made him feel off, somehow, unable to feel comfortable with the notion of this bright thing in this desolated town of despair.

worse, though, was that he knew it wasn’t fake. he wondered how in hell she could be enjoying seemingly everything. he always let tommy handle that trade, though he did appreciate the goods. a packet of painkillers had initially seemed a steep price for chicken, but he was quick to realize which one they came by more often.

tommy would always chastise him for his sour face. his brother was always the more carefree one, more relaxed. the perks of a younger sibling, joel was sure, but he never mentioned it much. tommy’d always smile back at her; in fact, since her, he seemed to be smiling a lot more.

it made joel roll his eyes, the both of them acting like everything was fucking peachy.

that week, tommy’d been pulled away for a deal gone awry - some guy had sold their supply before being able to pay them back for it. he had some vendetta against joel, so the only way they could salvage the situation was through his more socially able brother. he was clear when he’d left:

“noon, joel. back alley two blocks from the soup kitchen, alright?” joel had nodded, only slightly, as he enjoyed a late lie-in - for the first time in about three weeks.

though he wasn’t particularly keen, he got up at about 11:45, rinsing his face to wipe the remnants of sleep from his eyes, before leaving the place. it was only a few blocks away, so he walked casually, taking a moment to peer into the soup kitchen to see if they were serving anything a step above edible. ah, who am i kidding? he thought, reminding himself of the lovely chicken he was about to pick up.

what joel wasn’t aware of was how precarious this area was, as a FEDRA thug would be stationed to glance over the back alleys about every 15 minutes to see if there was anyone trying to steal food from the soup kitchen. thus, there was only about a 5 minute gap where there were no guards. she knew it, and she knew that tommy knew it, so she wondered where he was, knowing if he delayed too much longer their window would be lost.

she tapped her foot impatiently on the floor, rolling her shoulders to just lightly relieve their pain. when she finally hear footsteps approaching, she breathed out a sigh, reaching quickly for her bag to shorten the time of the exchange.

“jesus, tom, what’re you doing? you know we can’t-” she was fumbling with the zipper of her bag, only realizing that it was in fact, not tommy when she looked up. her eyes widened for a moment, before she seemed to recognize him, her stance dropping a little from their tensed state, “j-joel? right?” he nods, silently, arms crossed, “do you have them?” he shrugged.

“let’s see what you have, first.” she paused for a moment, before realizing that he simply didn’t trust her.

“are you serious, man? look, we don’t have time for this-” she’s cut off by the crisp sound of boots on the floor, making her realize that their time had run out, “oh - shit-” she starts fumbling to close her bag and sling it back over her shoulder, and joel seems just a bit confused. that only increases when she grabs his hands, placing them on her hips, and pulling them further against the wall.

“what the hell-” she looks up at him with such earnest that he shuts up.

“i’m sorry, just trust me.” she whispers it on his cheek, their faces only a few centimeters from each other. he sharply nods, just as she realizes that the soldier was turning the corner. she stood just a bit taller, craning her neck so that her face was parallel to his, and wrapping her arms over his shoulders.

he was pulled into her lips, the momentum causing him to dig his fingers just a bit deeper into her hips, and his mouth moving a little viciously against her own. he hadn’t done this in a long time. he was sure his actions were a little shaky, and he reminded himself of the fact that she was only doing this to make sure that the guard wouldn’t find out about worse, more nefarious dealings.

but, god, she tasted nice. he wasn’t sure where exactly she would find fresh mint to chew on, but he figured it must be from the same place she got her chicken.

his beard felt just a bit prickly against her chin, and his lips were a bit chapped, but the way he was grasping onto her hips right now made her forget all of it. she knew the act he was putting up was pretty masterful, but that didn’t stop it from feeling good. the warmth of his body had even managed to make forget about the various pains in her joints.

“hey! what the fuck is going on here?” the sharp shout of the guard made them break away, but just slightly, and she feigned an expression of scandalized shock at seemingly being caught in such a heated moment. joel ‘recovered’ faster than she did, separating from her and clearing his throat.

“nothing! nothing, man.” he held his palm up in surrender, and the guard glanced over the both of them with keen, suspicious eyes. though, upon seeing the way the back of her hair was messed up from being placed by the wall, the way his clothes had bunched up near his shoulders, and her around her hips, and that both of them seemed a bit flustered and out of breath, he stepped back, gesturing them to come out.

“do not do it again. you’re not allowed in this area, yeah?” she timidly nodded, and joel mumbled a gruff thanks, the both of them reintegrating into the busier street. she keeps her eyes fixed to her feet, hands stuffed in her pockets.

“guess i’ll just got to yours - give it to you there.” she suggested, not knowing how else she’d be able to make the exchange.

“huh? yeah, yeah - okay.” joel was still just slightly shaken up by the encounter - both at how easy it was to convince the guard of his supposed intention of simply wanting to feel the warm touch of another - and how much of it was just an act. when he glanced at her glassy eyes, his gaze ghosted over her pigmented lips, having become brighter in their color due to the intensity of their actions.

he’s happy that his apartment’s so close, as he worries what would happen if he continued to ponder on it. the door’s lock is rusted to high heaven, but he fishes out his key, unlocking the door and swinging it open. he gestured for her to go in from of him, before closing the door again.

her eyes flit over the apartment: the shoddy couch and bookshelf just adjacent of the twin bed, and the rickety dinner table closer to her. it looked a lot like hers, really, save for the large radio placed between the couch and bed, making it seem as though as it was particularly important. hey, painkillers were her way of coping with their situation; maybe music is theirs?

joel patted the front of his pocket, before reaching two fingers into it, plucking out the painkillers, and placing them on the table in front of the both of them. she looks between the bag and him once, before smiling softly, realizing that his trust for her had obviously grown since just 10 minutes ago in the alley. she reaches into her own, pulling out the familiar box and placing it in front of her, before replacing the spot in her bag that had previously held it with the bag of painkillers.

as she’d placed it down in front of her, she’d let out a short exhale, the ghost of a laugh.

“considering that exchange, you should really enjoy this chicken, miller.” a smile had continued to dance on her lips, until she’d looked up to see his rigid face: pointed stare piercing into hers, his stance as reclusive as possible, his hands crossed tightly over his chest. her face also sobered a little, averting her gaze in the slightest confusion.

“you smile a lot.” he almost mumbles it, but the accusatory undertone in the pointed statement, makes her double-take, looking up at him with furrowed brows. her mouth hangs open as she formulates a response - unsure of what really to say to that.

“i’m sorry, solemn joel miller, for smiling?” she attempts a joke, but it’s directed at him, confused at the man’s distaste for such as simple thing. he shakes his head lightly, looking away and deciding to take the box off the table to have something to do with his hands.

“that’s not what i meant.”

“no, please! tell me what you did mean.” she knew it was also stupid to get defensive so quickly, but so much of that part of her was influenced by beth, that she couldn’t help but feel a small attack on her friend’s character as well.

“just - look around us, alright? their ain’t exactly a great world out there that you’re smiling for, and the little miss sunshine thing you do - it’s boring-”

“little miss sunshine?” she had completely stilled in her place, astonished by the fucking gall, “just cause everyone doesn’t want to hate every single part of their life, you fucking cynic.” she angled her body away from him, her rage evident in every movement. she wanted to rip into him - truly - but knowing it’d do nothing more than hurt her voice, she decided against it, snatching the painkillers off of the desk, and walking back out of the door, closing - or, really slamming - it behind her.

tommy had laid into joel after another two weeks, when, after his recent meeting with her, she had made it evident that she would not be dealing through joel again.

“what the hell d’ya say to her, man? have you seen her, joel? she never gets mad at anyone and you managed to piss her off in, what, 15 minutes?” joel took the berating with a seemingly bored expression, but he’d also wondered if his crass attitude had gone too far when he last spoke to her.

it was just that damn smile.

he didn’t even know why it effected him so much, but he couldn’t help it - every time he saw that damn smile, he couldn’t think about anything else but it.

it was a distraction - and that’s why it annoyed him, he was sure. but, a part of him seemed almost scared at the effect she had on him, but that part was not something he’d be addressing anytime soon.

besides, he hadn’t really had to see it much after that, as she’d gone out of her way to not only avoid him, but to make her expression neutral should his paths crossed. and, well, though he felt like a bit of a dick, he though that would have been the end of it.

until he realized that he missed it.

they didn’t speak for the next few months. they hadn’t spoken before, either, but maybe it felt a little weirder considering they’d practically felt each up against a wall previously. though, she didn’t let the strange hiccup deter her from her work - or her smile, continuing to do so in every opportunity that she could.

her and tommy still spoke, and him - being obviously the more emotionally intelligent brother - didn’t even really bring up joel all that much in their conversation. she’d always felt a wave of memory hit her whenever she waited in that alleyway, but she never had time to dwell on it as, contrary to his brother, tommy was always on time.

she had finally returned to that state of comfort that she had felt when beth was still alive, in no part helped by her recent friendships with a neighbor or two. there was an older man in the building across from her, who was very sweet - finding a small joy by gardening, of all things. he had just the smallest pot with a sunflower growing in it, but he had cherished it like it was his baby. she had thought that it was beautiful, and though she felt that the weather always seemed a little cloudy and grey, she found a new appreciation for the sunlight that was there when she’d see the sunflower greedily soaking it up, standing proud, through the crack in her neighbor’s door.

life had been so incredibly decent, that she had forgotten it was simply a calm before a storm, just as her friendship with beth had been.

it had started in the middle of the night. one of the many smugglers in the q.z. had been infected on a run - not wanting to give himself up to his companions, and sneaking back in under the shadow of night.

that group was the first to go, and by the next day, she was woken up to the sound of blaring FEDRA alarms, jolting up so hard that she hit her shin. she paused for just the slightest of moments, trying to comprehend what was being said.

“-infected in the quarantine zone-” was all she had to hear to leap to her feet, grabbing the bag that always sat by the edge of her bed, and immediately grabbing anything and everything that she could. when she finally through her door open, she realized that she was late to the party, as all of those in her building had already deserted it.

she could barely step out of the building when she heard the heavy gunfire. considering the resources FEDRA had put into this q.z. they evidently refused to go out without a fight, and as she looked at the other side of the street, she could see a small group of them, evident by their pale faces and slightly jagged movements, mouth’s curled to create those inhumane growls. she stumbles just slightly, ducking behind her building in order to escape their view. she knew of an exit that wasn’t going to be FEDRA monitored on the other side of the q.z., but she knew that journey was dangerous at best right now.

she moved slowly, relying on small spaces between buildings and back alleys in order to move. she could hear screams - human and infected - and incessant gunfire, making her ears ring.

she was so close to getting out of here, only having to cross the large expanse between FEDRA and the infected. it was risky - and that was putting lightly, but there wasn’t really another way out of here.

she slung her bag as comfortably as she could, seeing a small blockade in the middle that she could duck under before booking it the rest of the way.

so, she ran.

and she made it to the blockade, uninjured. the bullets had whizzed around her, and she wondered if she’d make it another time. she caught her breath, and turned her head to gauge the rest of the distance.

when she did, though, she saw her neighbor - her eyes widening - as she realized that he was attempting something similar to her. time practically slowed down as she heard the exact bullet that would hit him, making him crumple to his knees.

her inhibitions practically disappear, as she forgets everything, running forward without care in order to see if she could help him. the bullet had hit his chest, and his breathing labored as she pulled him up just lightly, mumbling anything and everything she could to console him through his pain.

she couldn’t do this again - she couldn’t see someone else she cared about dead. this time, at least, she had the opportunity to help, so she would regardless of the negative consequences for herself.

then again, that is what many who don’t realize the consequences would say.

they was so close to being out of their range, but one of the stray bullet pierced her thigh as she attempted to help him his up. her knees buckle, the searing pain hitting her after a moment of just nothing, and she feels her grip on him dissolve, the both of them falling.

she keeled over him, taking off her sweater and wrapping it around her thigh, before turning to him, having to crawl slightly forward with her limp leg in order to properly look at him.

she could see it - she could see him dying, his labored breathing nothing more than a prolonging of the inevitable. nonetheless, she scrunched up the fabric in that area, desperately attempting to stop the bleeding, but it was too little, too late. he suddenly grabbed her wrist, something she felt before she saw, as the tears welling in her eyes were detrimental to her vision.

“my - my flower, did you see it?” she nods, she nods so hard that she feels her head’ll fall off.

“’f course, of course - it was so pretty - the best thing in the building.” she was rambling, hoping to remind of something happier than his current predicament. but she didn’t need to. the recognition for his hard work had been more than enough, and she felt his sighs become longer and deeper, before his stopped moving altogether.

she brought her hands to her face, desperately trying to control her tears, but they just wouldn’t stop. futilely, she crawled up against one of the buildings, knowing that she’d suffer the same fate, as when she attempted to place even the slightest pressure on her thigh, she had to muffle her screams of pain in her hand.

when she hears her name being called, she’s sure she’s misheard it, keeping her head down, and continuing to wipe her eyes.

but, she hears it more clearly, and she knows it wasn’t her imagination anymore, so she looks up, and sees joel looking down at her with the most severe look of concern he’d ever exhibited in front of her.

“jesus - what-” as he approaches her, he sees the makeshift bandage on her thigh, and the glossy tears on her face, “you got-” he can’t finish the sentence, and she nods almost a little pathetically. he gives her a quick once over, before grabbing her bag and slinging it over his larger shoulders, making it seem very small. her mouth falls open, believing he’d taken it in order to scavenge supplies off a dying body. her breathing falters at the inhumanity of the actions, before she feels his arms encapsulate her frame: one behind her back and one under her knees, “you can’t walk, can you?” the shock renders her speechless, so she opts to nod instead, and he tightens his grip on her slightly.

it’s an odd sensation, being lifted off of the ground, especially since she’d never felt it before. her thigh strained slightly against gravity, making her exhale deeply, a hiccup remaining as a remnant of her sobs, but she knew this pain was still far more bearable than her attempting to walk.

“put your arms-” she realizes that he’s still talking to her, using the minimal movement his head was now capable of to help her put her arms around his neck, taking some weight off of his forearms. she obliges, tentatively wrapping her arms over, before turning her head slightly forward and seeing the body of her dead neighbor just a few meters away.

she chokes for a moment, a mix of a gasp and a cry escaping her - and it flusters joel, making to him turn his head slightly as well, upon recognizing what she was looking at, he sighed. the heartbroken expression on her face made even him upset, and he wasn’t exactly sure how to soothe her.

“just - damn - just keep your eyes on me, okay? you don’t have to see all that.” she looks up at him, shocked by the sweetness of the comment, before nodding slightly, breathing quickly to calm her tears. he begins moving, and she sticks to his word, alternating between looking up at him, and resting her head by instead looking at the flannel he had on. when she would look at his face, she could see the tinge of worry breaking through his stoic exterior, as he attempted to keep moving despite his somewhat debilitating cargo - her. she’d wince when he’d turn too sharply, or jolt to a stop, and though she attempted to keep her winces and whimpers to a minimum, his brows would furrow each time in worry, and he would glance down at her to make sure the pain wasn’t too bad.

he’d begin shouting tommy’s name at some point, and though it took only another 5 minutes for him to rejoin his brother, it had felt like an agonizing eternity to joel. tommy stood shocked at the scene: he cared for her, but he didn’t know joel did. at least, not enough to carry her across the q.z., by any means.

“what the hell? is she-”

“shot, her thigh. we gotta get out of here - is the tunnel open?” tommy, still a bit shocked, nods, mouth hanging open, as he opened the door of the building they were standing in front of. there three of them - two, she supposed, with her in tow - made their way up to the third floor, and tommy practically kicked open one of the apartment doors. it wasn’t difficult - its previous owner had obviously left in a hurry as well. he bolts to the other side of the room, as she takes one arm off joel’s shoulder to slam the door shut behind him. a great creaking came from in front of her, and she craned her neck to see tommy moving several loose floorboards, and opening up a heavy metal hatch with a distinct, grinding pop under them. he holds it open as joel and her near it, and, when their standing in front of it, she realizes the tunnel is about 2 meters deep - maybe a little less - with a short ladder allowing easy movement.

joel worries it’s far too large a fall for her. he sets her back to her feet as gently as possible, and she immediately places as little weight on one of her legs as possible.

“here, hold her.” he takes her my her arm, resting most of her body weight on him, and helps her over to tommy, who keeps her steady with one hand as he holds the hatch open with the other. joel’s quick to scale down the ladder, before he turns his head up to look at the both of them, “you’re gonna have to jump.” her eyes widened at the idea, not believing that she’d get off the ground, much less survive the jump.

“i-what?” joel holds his hands out, and when her eyes flick up to tommy, he nods solemnly - as it was their only option.

“i’ve got ya.” she breathes deeply, squaring her shoulders, before lowering as softly as she can to her feet. as she dangles her thigh over the edge, it squeezes it, and she lets out a sharp cry that make’s both brothers wince. she uses her hands to lever her body forward, before she closes her eyes, her breath stilling.

then, she jumps, and the moment of free-fall consumes her, her body feeling as though she’s floating. and, as quickly as it occurs, it stops, when she feels joel’s arms wrap around her lower back, effectively breaking her fall before she hit the hard dirt. she uses her hands to stabilize herself when he sets her down, clutching far too tightly onto his shirt, feeling as though she was still falling. he reciprocates, sensing her obvious worry, and pulls her close to his torso, letting her ease her breathing. in a few more moments, tommy’s managed to cover up the majority of the entrance and come down. he takes her bag off joel’s shoulders.

“want me to help her?” he offers, not exactly sure how long his brother had been carrying her, but knowing that a break may have been appreciated either way.

“i’ve got her.” it’s a sharp response, and it makes tommy furrow his eyebrows, confused by the tone. he doesn’t dwell on it, though, as joel’s picked her up again, and she’s buried her face into the crook between her and his chest.

it was a long trip through the long tunnel, but, when tommy finally opened the latch on the other side, she greedily looked up at the sun for the first time that cloudy morning, so enthusiastic that when she next blinked, she could see sun spots.

it’s just a short walk from there to one of the many houses that smugglers camped in overnight on longer trips. it was a bit dingy - but at least decently clean. the last time joel had been here, smashed glass from beer bottles had littered the floor, as did some rotting food.

there was only a couch and a bed, and joel sets her down on the couch as tommy checks their inventory.

they’re ridiculously low on supplies: enough food for only one meal, and neither enough weapons, ammo or supplies in the case of an unexpected visitor.

“shit - i’ll go over to c.v.s., see if they have anything.” there was a rundown c.v.s. just a short walk from this house that had been practically stripped by the time tommy and joel had first come by it. they’d, therefore, found it to be a perfect place to stash some supplies, as many would refuse to look too far upon seeing the initial emptiness, assuming that it had been picked clean. joel doesn’t even acknowledge the sentence until he hears the door click shut.

he’s looking down at her haggard form, and, seeing that her sweater had practically soaked through in blood, he reaches for their first aid.

at least the blood was a bit old, the pressure on the wound stopping the majority of the bleeding. joel grabs the crude tweezers, stretching them so that they could comfortably pluck out the bullet lodged in her flesh. she can see the dead expression on her face, showing her obvious disassociation from her painful sensation. a pillow still remained on the couch - shockingly - so he handed it to her, instructing her to bite down on it to forget some of the pain.

she looks at him with renewed worry, unsure of how decent an anesthetic biting would be. he places his palm lightly on the knee of her injured leg, hoping to keep it in place, as he removes the sweater. the wound made her gasp, the flesh having been mangled lightly due to the rough conditions. he lifted her chin up, urging her to instead look at the ceiling. her eyes flutter, and she can feel tears glass over her eyes when she feels the metal of the tweezers ever so lightly graze her skin.

“i’m - i’ve gotta take it out, okay?” she doesn’t nod, but she doesn’t protest either, so he takes it she understands, and he lightly pulls at the skin to make the wound larger, in order to more quickly pluck out the bullet. she whimpers around the pillow, biting hard already, and he lowers the tweezers.

she can feel them inside her skin, and she uses her hands to squeeze the pillow as well, her screams becoming more distinct, loud.

“you’re good, you’re good, you’re doing good-” joel doesn’t even know how to console someone, but he tries his level best, praising her endlessly as he swiftly, but meticulously pulls out the bullet. the blood restarts, practically spurting out of her leg, and she can feel the liquid over her skin, weaving around her hair follicles as she desperately attempted to keep her leg still. he places a cloth over it, before replacing it with gauze immediately, allowing the material to soak up the blood. the pain still consumed her, but it turned from sharp to more dull. she drops the pillow, along with her hands. they were both panting, but their breathing slowed, as they realized that the stress was less in that moment. he keeps a firm hand on her thigh, and she lets her head drop against the couch.

in another few minutes, he reminds her that he still needs to stitch her up. it hurt like a bitch too, but nothing trumped the feeling of the bullet leaving her body. he made swift work of the procedure, and she wondered how many times he’d had to do it.

when he’d finished, he lowered his arms, breathing a deep, relieved, and contemplative sigh as he sat back a little, taking weight off of his own legs. though her leg was stitched up, she was fully against the idea of getting up, so she relegated herself to getting comfortable on the couch. joel also got up after another few moments, placing the first aid back in her bag, before taking a look around the house - seeing if any previous visitors had forgotten any supplies.

they had, as an unopened ziplock of crackers sat in one of the kitchen cabinets. it hadn’t been here last month when they’d previously stopped by, and the opened the container, inspecting it carefully to see if it was alright to eat. he took a small bite and, determining that it was alright, he walked back over to the couch.

she had lightly adjusted to the side as he had neared, so he relaxed into the cushion next to her, trying not to invade her space. he handed her a cracker, which she graciously accepted. she hadn’t realized how hungry she was, not having eaten since the previous night.

“it’ll make you feel better,” he’d mumbled, as he handed it to her, and she breathed a quiet thank you in response. they sit in a silence only broken by the crunching of the crackers, and she finds herself ever so subtly glancing at the man next to her.

he looked tired, which was understandable, and his hard expression remained on his face. the severity of it reminded her of their only prolonged conversation - which was truly more of an argument.

“why - why did you help me?” it’d been a question plaguing her since he had so delicately patched her up - a far cry from the man who had condemned her for as little as smiling.

his brow furrows at the question, as he’d not been accepting it.

“what? you were bleeding out on the street - i couldn’t just leave you.” she let the explanation mull in her head, before shaking it.

“no - so many people were like that, but you only helped me. why?” he turned his body just slightly to face her, a bewildered expression on his face.

“did you not want me to?” she immediately protests.

“no! i mean - i’m grateful. honestly, i’d have been dead hours ago had it not been for you. it’s just-” suddenly, his stare felt too intense, and she averted her eyes, “you always gave off the impression that you didn’t like me.” she shrugs, hoping it’s a sufficient explanation. it seems to be, as he goes silent. then, he breathes deeply.

“i do - i do. tommy likes you, so i’ll like you.” it’s a diplomatic answer, and she realizes it, but she decides to nod instead of probing further.

“alright, well - thank you.” she goes to smile, but stops herself, “i’m allowed to smile, yeah?” she means it as a half-joke, but he finds a lot of amusement in it, looking at her quizzically, before laughing at the comment. she’d never even seen him crack a smile, much less a laugh.

it was a nice change of pace.

“please do. you haven’t done it since morning - i was starting to get concerned.” though her previous smile may have been one of politeness, this one comes from the sarcastic nature of the comment.

the quirk of her lips gave him some peace, his mind having been racing with worry over her for the past few hours. maybe it was distracting, but he supposed everyone needs a little bit of that.

and if it comes in the form of a pretty smile - even better.