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[purelyfiction]

The Part That Hurts // Frank Castle

“You put a hand on my back / You said ‘I know you’re not okay.’”

Frank Castle 'The Punisher' x F!Reader

Word Count: 1,916 words

Summary: Prompt: "You didn't do anything wrong. There's nothing to apologize for."

Content Warning:  Mentions of kidnapping, torture, blood - basically anything The Punisher had you're in for.

Author Note: unedited, un-betaed. we die like billy russo. writing challenge for @mattmurdocksscars 2.5k writer challenge :D thanks for hosting pal!! Also, first time writing Frank, please be nice - also sorry it's not a behemoth of a thing - and this is the first thing i've published in so long OOP

Run. Big strides. Keep going. Don’t look back. Don’t stop for nobody.

Your feet hurt. They sting, oh God do they sting. Knowing what sort of trash ended up on the streets of New York, you can only guess what you’ve managed to step barefoot on in the last ten minutes of your sprint. 

You hear people. Their voices cut through the constant ringing from your ears. They’re calling out to you, asking you to slow down. Begging you to stop. One is cursing at you as you recover from the momentary collision with a rather cranky old woman.

Keep going. Do. Not. Stop. 

It’s not your voice that’s saying it. It’s his. His instructions for you. The second he got to you and freed you from the zip ties, he’d got down to your level, hands on your shoulders. 

Listen to me. I don’t care how god damn tired you are. You get out of here. You Run. Fuckin’ run. Run. Big strides. You go and you keep going. You don’t look back, you don’t stop. Not for nobody. You Do. Not. Stop. You run to the basement and you lock the door behind you. You don’t open it for anybody, nobody but me. Go. Go.

So that’s exactly what you did. You knew what side the gunshots had been coming from. You knew why they didn’t seem to stop. 

It’s freezing. Why is it freezing? When your foot splashes into an overly full puddle, you realize it’s because it’s raining. That explained the bitingly sharp sensation against your skin.

Your throat feels like it’s tightening and closing. It’s hard to get the air out of your body. It burns, in the same way that vodka and tequila did. Just with less intention. 

You’ve got to do more cardio. 

The final turn onto the block that held your destination comes with a mini Hail-Mary in your mind. You can stop soon. But not now. 

Your hands slap against the door of the building, pushing the door open recklessly. It slams against the wall, scaring a resident getting their mail. You hear someone say ‘sorry’. Maybe it had been you? Despite that, you keep going. Down the steps, as quick as you can without slipping and totally eating it on the way down. 

The hallway is dimly lit in the familiar basement. It creeped you out the first few times you’d been down here with Curtis and Frank, but now, it meant refuge. Hiding. Safety. 

The large cinder block room is bare, minus the cross on the wall and the bulletin board. When you’ve stepped into it, you’re quick to pull the door to the room shut, quickly spinning in the room for something to keep it shut. 

You make a poor attempt to block the lever arm of the door. A rogue broom slid under the handle but it does the job. 

Finally, you back up, your breaths heavy. They seem like they’re bouncing off the walls and back to you. The ringing is still there. Still as loud as ever. 

Who knew flash grenades were so loud? Or gunfire, for that matter. Suddenly, you’re wondering how the fuck Frank isn’t deaf. 

More calming breaths carry you to the far end of the room, until you meet the wall. You set a hand down, holding yourself up, but then carefully, shift to lean your shoulders up against it. 

Now that the adrenaline is no longer running through you, the pain is setting in. Wounds are open that much further from your run, your muscles aching, your skin prickled and raw from plastic cutting into them. 

You find a spot on the floor. Sure, there’s an entire cart of chairs in the corner, but you’re okay with making this spot on the freshly waxed floor your home. Especially considering you’d spent the last eighteen hours or so tied to a similar one. 

Usually people that end up in the situation you’d found yourself in go through some dramatic shit. Most of it in film and tv. There’s tears, shaking, and far too dramatic music. It’s usually dark, and brooding. Damp. 

They got that one right at the very least. 

Instead, you feel like your body is vibrating. It’s no runners high. It’s the feeling of a successful escape. Away from torture. Away from brutal pain and violence. The silence around you should be peaceful. A reminder that you are safe, and only one other person knows where you are. The intense shrill sound your head continues to make haunts you. Jutting through your guise of peace. 

Your back is flush to the cool cement of the floor. The temperature of your body is hot, yet you’re in a block of ice. Your hair is tangled and wet. You still taste the strong flavor of iron off your lips. Blood. 

That’s nothing new. Frank had come to you broken, beaten and bleeding a hundred or so times. You were able to suture a wound with your eyes shut if you needed to. Heaven forbid that had to happen. You’d extracted a bullet one time. Frank then came around and was your aide when your head landed in the toilet after performing such a task. 

He always showed up for you. Especially now. So you knew he’d be there. He would be. 

A loud fist on the door wakes you up from the uncomfortable sleep you’d come to know on the cement floor. Your head smacks against the floor, thanks to the startle reflex your body makes, a groan pairing along with it. Cushioning your head with your hand, you roll over onto your less irritated side, taking a breath to urge the pain out of your body. The door rattles again under impact. 

“Hey. C’mon, Angel, open up. It’s me.” Frank’s baritone thrums out through the basement’s structural walls. In any other state, you’d have been to the door by now. But it takes a good minute or so to make it to the door. When the broom stick is free from the doorway, it flings open. 

Frank appears in the doorway, looking incredibly agitated. That is certainly the norm with him. Despite that, he steps into the room, letting the door slam shut behind him. 

The few steps you take backward as he moves are uncertain. At one point, you trip on your own feet. Frank reaches out and grabs your arm to catch you before you could hit the ground. The anger and bitterness that plague his aura seem to hide away and is replaced with concern when you falter. 

“Hey, hey, c’mere. C’mere.” He repeats himself, pulling you a little closer. When you stand in front of him, his hands come to your shoulders, then to the sides of your face. “Look at me.” His words are gentle, but incredibly direct. 

That feeling. The one that so many damsels on the silver screen had made a mess of. It’s swallowing you whole. There should be music draining out your thought process. Some sob story violin, shrill and attention grabbing. The gentle taunting of a woodwind, a flute dancing in mockery. Synths on full fronts in trying to draw a sense of sympathy from the onlooking viewer. 

That feeling that seems to soar over you the moment you witness Frank Castle’s face directly in front of yours.

He’s beaten. Bad. Worse than you’ve yet to see him. A gash across his cheek bone, lacerations across his arms and legs - flashes of red through the fabric of black adorning his frame. 

This was your doing. Had you- had you stayed out of his life. Stopped digging around while trying to get him answers. Done the smart thing and let him handle it, instead of going out of your way and trying to do recon on your own, none of this would’ve happened. You’d be in your cushy apartment, likely eating way too many Oreos, and watching trashy reality TV. 

Salt burns your eyes as tears begin to form. He’s asked at least three questions by now, but you’ve not answered a single one of them. Brazen and heavily stained hands grip onto the nape of your neck, his voice repeating your name. 

“Angel. Answer me!” The tone goes up an ante. It’s demanding, almost desperate. 

Your bottom lip quivers. The fear of the last few hours, the assaults and harassment. It’s all turning into a cacophony of overwhelm and delirium in your mind. You hadn’t eaten in over twelve hours. It had felt like days. No water. No real rest. Maybe that’s why you feel like you’re vibrating again. Or why you can’t seem to get more than two syllables to leave your tongue. Despite that, you wet your lips haphazardly. His index finger moves across your face, either wiping away dirt or blood - or both. You can’t answer a question that you didn’t hear. So instead, you fill the room up with literally anything else. 

“Frank- I- You-” The tears are falling as you struggle to string the nouns, adjectives, conjunctions and verbs together. Your face falls forward as your head sinks, tears going with it. “I’m sor-I’m so sorry.” 

The burling giant in front of you stiffens. His hand grips your chin and pushes it up to see your face. His eyes take a few seconds to register what emotion yours hold. And when he realizes that you’re being serious he firms up. 

“The fuck you sorry for?” He gruffs out, his hand dropping to your shoulder again, squaring you up. 

“I-I should’ve just stayed out of it- not snuck around behind your back- not-not gotten involved-”

“Whoa, hey, hey,” Frank shakes his head, a much softer finger guiding your chin level to his again. “You listen to me. You hear me?” Soft brown eyes work to ease your anxiety. A thumb on your shoulder starts to make a comforting pacing pattern. Up, down, up, down. "You didn't do anything wrong. There's nothing to apologize for.” 

“You don’t mean that. You’re just saying it- I have done nothing- but fucking complicate this for you. You just wanted answers-” You nearly heave, your legs feeling weak under you. Frank slowly helps you down to the ground, sitting down himself and ensuring that you have a comfortable spot on top of him. 

He eases you to his lap, arms wrapping securely around you. The compression helps as much as it hinders. You don’t know the origin of the tears anymore. Is it pain? Is it fear? Is it overstimulation? Maybe it’s a fucked up melting pot of it all. But as you lean into his chest, you can’t help but continue to apologize. And with each apology, Frank tells you to ‘shut up’, ‘stop being stupid’, ‘you can’t believe that’. 

“You did what you needed to do, Angel. You got out. You ran, you didn’t turn back - you got yourself safe. You did it, baby girl, you did it.” The reaffirming words seem to pacify you as he keeps a soft and slow hand on your back, uneasy in a way that he doesn’t want to hurt you. Exacerbate any pain you’re already in. His other hand has shifted to cradle the back of your neck, to the crown of your head. His chin tucks you in further, bringing you close enough to hear his heartbeat with each of the words he utters under his breath. “You’re safe, sweetheart. I got you. I got you, sweetheart.”

[seros-girl]

Hai bestieeeee! I've thought about this for a fic that I'm sure ONLY YOU can create (bc you write the best fics in my opinion). Basically, it's prom at UA (or wtvr, a school dance of some sort), Katsuki and y/n are dating, slow dance to Golden Hour by JVKE, corny stuff said about how much they love each other and shit (the whole couples shebang). At some point, Kats sees y/n dancing with some friends, having the time of their lives under the LED lights, looking BEAUTIFUL. After the dance, when they go back to the dorms, y/n decides to sleep over in Katsuki's room...iykyk (I'M ASKING YOU TO HAVE SOME SLOW-FUCK SMUT IN IT IF YOU COULDN'T TELL)(Only if you're good w it tho <3) -love the soups😁

oh how i love this idea, i’ve enjoyed writing it!! i hope you love it!!

“there all done” momo said as she helped tie the back of your prom dress. the most beautiful shade of orange, made out of silk material.

mitsuki made it specifically for you, tailored to your needs. “bakugo is going to die” jiro said, hand on her chest as she admired you.

you slipped on the black heels that hagakure eagerly handed to you. “bakugo deceased!” mina says excitedly as she spins you around.

you and the girls of class A have the tightest bond considering there is only 6 of you. you walk out of momo’s dorm, hand in hand with mina.

you all giggled as you walked down the flights of stairs to reach the common room. your giggles died down as you reached the last step, eyes immediately landing on bakugo.

his mouth parts slightly as he sees you for the first time that day. mina whisked you away from him for the whole day to make this moment all the more special.

kirishima notices bakugo’s stiffness and smirks at denki and sero. he claps bakugo on the shoulders and leans in. “you should start walking to her you know” he says, tone low only bakugo can hear.

“i know that shitty hair” bakugo replies, calmly almost as if he’s out of it, cause he’s still staring directly at you in awe.

you slowly walk towards him with the biggest smile on your face, he meets you in the middle and smiles down at you.

“hi” he breathes out, nervously. “hi” you breathe out too, taking in how he looks for the evening. “you clean up nice” you smiled up at him as he leans in closer to you.

“you look beautiful” he whispers to you as he places a loving kiss on your forehead. “pictures!” mina yells as its heard throughout the common room.

you intertwine your fingers with bakugo’s as you led him out of the common room and in front of the dormitory complex.

“the girls first” mina shoves her phone into kirishima’s hands as he fiddles with it. you pose with the girls, smiles and all as kirishima and the other boys snap pictures for you guys.

“bakugo and y/n come on” mina ushere you and bakugo to pose next to each other. “hand on her waist man” kirishima says giving bakugo pointers.

you giggled as bakugo scowls but places his hand on your lower waist. talk about hand placement. you smiled widely as one of your hands rested on katsuki’s chest, your body turned towards him.

as mina snapped the pictures, bakugo’s hand would move lower and lower. “nice hand placement bakuhoe” mina winked at the both of you as bakugo finally starts to drag you away.

katsuki leads you towards the gym where the staff spent the day decorating just for you third years. loud music can be heard as you walk in, your heart thumping to the sound of the bass.

you claim a table as bakugo says he’d be back with drinks for the both of you. “this is so exciting!” mina says as she sits next to you.

her red dress compliments her pink skin tone. “wait shoot mic is taking our prom pictures?! lets go!” denki says dragging poor jiro along.

you giggled as jiro looks back and mouths a ‘help me’ with the biggest smile on her face. “here” you hear bakugo say as a drink lands in front of you. he takes the seat next to you and pulls his chair closer to you.

“ugh i cant handle you two im out” mina says winking at you and getting up to find kirishima. bakugo’s hand lands on your knee.

“you look absolutely stunning” he says eyes trained on your face. you blush and look down, avoiding his gaze. “no we dont do that” he says gently lifting your face back up to meet his eyes.

“well you look really handsome kats” you compliment him back. even after 2 years, you still get those butterflies around katsuki.

“ponytail did wonders on your face” he says and moves your hair behind your shoulder, his hand coming up to your face to gently caress it.

“she only enhanced your features and i find that absolutely beautiful” he says and you smile at him, leaning in to his touch.

“were stealing her” ochako says as she grabs your arm gently. you get up and giggle at katsuki. “i’ll be back” you said to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“pictures now!” mina says marching towards your guys’ english teacher. “mina slow down!” hagakure giggles out, her green hair bouncing around.

“whats up present mic” mina greets him with a handshake. “yo yo yo whats up!” he says and smiles at all of you.

“the girls of class A alright huddle up!” he says and you all huddle around together. you were in the front with jiro, hagakure, and tsu.

“say plus ultra!” present mic says as you all smiled yelling out a ‘plus ultra!’. “aizawa will give these photos to you in class on monday. go on enjoy your prom” he says to you guys and you thank him.

mina stops walking as you all turned to look at her. she looked sad. “whats wrong mina?” jiro asked placing a hand on her shoulder.

mina shook her head as she fought off tears, “i just wish miss midnight was here to see all of this” she says.

“i dont mean to kill the mood its just,” she pauses as she sighs out, “i really wish she was here”

momo pulls her into a hug as you all followed. “okay we can cry after come on” mina laughs softly as you all dispersed from the hug.

“thank you” she says gratefully as you all smiled at her. “okay she’s mine now!” ojiro says grabbing hagakure and walking off with her.

tokoyami comes out of nowhere and grabs tsu. “m’lady” denki says grabbing jiro’s hand. she rolls her eyes playfully as denki drags her away.

you giggle as bakugo comes up and grabs you by the waist. “come on” he says and whisks you away to the dance floor.

you dance your heart out with bakugo for an hour. “oof my feet are killing me” you said as you sat down. sero was sitting on his own at the table.

“hey whatcha doing sitting down?” you asked him as you kicked off your heels and rubbed at your toes to soothe the ache.

“got no date” he shrugs looking at his friends. kirishima and denki dragged bakugo to some dance as mina and jiro danced off together to the side.

“you dont have to have a date to have fun” you said reassuring sero. “i know you wanted to be here with toru huh?” you asked him and he turns his head to you.

“she makes more sense with ojiro” he shrugs. you looked around the gym, your eyes land on a girl from class B. “look at yui” you said nodding your head in her direction.

“looks like she needs someone” you smirked at sero as he looks at her. “you think she’ll want to dance with me?” he asks you and you nod.

“oh hell yea” you said. golden hour by JVKE starts playing and you slip your heels on again. “just in time for the slow dance go on” you ushered him and het gets up immediately booking it to her.

bakugo comes over and takes both of your hands, pulling you up. he leads you to the dance floor and his hands find home on your waist.

yours immediately wrapping around his neck as he softly sways the both of you. “how has your night been?” he asks you as he holds eye contact.

oh how you’ll never get tired of bakugo’s crimson eyes. “been amazing having you by my side” you said sincerely as you smile.

he presses a loving kiss to your forehead, “you know i love you right?” he tells you and you nod, leaning in closer to him. “mhm and you know i love you right?” you tell him and he nods.

you lean up and press a light kiss to his jaw. “youre so handsome, i cant believe youre mine” you said as you cupped his face in one of your hands, him immediately melting at your touch.

“and youre the most precious girl ever” he says leaning down and capturing your lips with his. you kiss back immediately, your hands moving towards his hair.

he pulls away to kiss down your cheek, your jaw, your neck as you giggle. “i love you” he breathes against your skin. “and i love you” you said.

the songs comes to an end as present mic switches up the beat. you and bakugo pull away, trapped in each others arms, you smile at him.

“were stealing her again” momo says to bakugo as he groans but ultimately lets them take you away. “sorry bakuhoe” mina giggles as kirishima laughs.

“BAKUHOE” kirishima, denki, and sero laugh. the lighting in the gym has switched up to match the vibe. LED lights change from red to purple to blue to green to yellow and repeat.

you hold onto mina’s hands as you jump in place together, screaming out lyrics together. bakugo watches from afar as he sips on his drink, todoroki and izuku engrossed in conversation as their dates dance with each other.

momo and ochako giggle together and twirl each other around. “look at our girls” kirishima says standing next to bakugo.

bakugo doesnt respond as he watches the smile on your face never fade. jiro pulls her phone out as she holds it as high up as she can. “cheese!” the girls screamed out and laughed. it can be heard throughout the gym.

“wheres sero?” denki asks and bakugo nods his head in the direction of sero and yui. “sero’s got game” kirishima and denki fist bump each other.

the night comes to an end as the gym slowly dies down. your feet are killing you, but you still have the walk to the dorms.

“want me to carry you?” bakugo asks you as you grab your purse. “no baby its fine” you said waving it off but he still scoops you up anyway.

“why cant i get princess treatment” mina whines out as she trails behind everyone, her feet killing her. “oh my mina!” kirishima exclaims running back to pick her up.

you rest your head against bakugo’s chest. “can i stay in yours tonight?” you ask him softly. he looks down at you and kisses your forehead, “mhm”.

“goodnight guys” you said to kirishima and mina as he carries her into his room. bakugo gently puts you down on his bed as he kneels down to remove your heels for you.

once off you sigh in relief. he gently moves your toes around to soothe them and you giggle. “what?” he asks with a smile. “nothing” you said looking down at him.

he stands, removing his tie in one go. you sitting there, engulfed in his blazer, is doing something to him. he throws his tie somewhere in his room and hovers over you.

his lips make contact with yours in a slow, desperate kiss. his hands grip your waist as yours tug at his hair. your nervous.

you and katsuki have never done it before and you have a great feeling, tonight is the night. prom night duh of course.

katsuki’s hands roam your sides, trying to memorize every inch of you. you hum into the kiss as you move your fingers down to the buttons on his shirt.

you slowly start unbuttoning them as he pulls away to look at you. “are you sure?” he asks out of breath. his cheeks are slightly red and his lips look swollen and pink.

“mhm” you say nodding your head with sureness. “now kiss me” you say unbuttoning the rest and pushing the shirt off.

your hands move across his chest, feeling every muscle he has. “gosh youre so handsome” you whisper out as he grabs your thighs and gently pulls you closer.

“‘m not sure if i want it with your dress on or off” he sighs out as he moves down to press kisses to your neck. “youre pretty both ways” he breathes against your skin.

his hands move towards your back as you arch yourself against him to give him access to untie the dress. he works his fingers to untie it all while kissing your neck, sucking & biting gently.

your soft moans fill the room, as quietly as possible. katsuki groans against your skin as he manages to untie your dress and the straps start falling down your shoulders.

he pulls your dress off for you gently, trying not to ruin it. “oh my” he says as he sees you for the very first time, ever. youre laying there, a matching orange lingerie set on your body.

“youre trying to kill me” he says as he hovers over you and kisses you. your hands move towards his belt, undoing it.

you undo the button on his dress pants and you slowly remove them, your lips never leaving his. he helps kick them off and grabs your waist bringing you closer to him.

his fingers toy with your lace panties as he sighs out. “these are pretty but” he says as he removes them for you. “i’ve never done this” he admits and you only smile at him.

“remember i havent either” you said reassuring him. “help me?” he asks as his fingers ghost over your pussy. “what makes you so sure i’ve touched myself before?” you smirk up at him as you lean up on your elbows.

he cocks his head to the side, “mina cant keep her mouth shut and you know it” he says smirking. you grab his wrist gently as you move his hand where you desperately need him most.

you wince as his fingers make contact with your throbbing cunt. “like this?” he asks as he gathers your wetness and spreads it around, hitting your clit.

“mhm” you manage out as you lean up to capture his lips with yours. bakugo gets the hang of it immediately, dipping his middle finger into your entrance as you moan into his mouth.

he gently curls his finger up and you arch into him. his thumb finds home on your clit as he adds another finger, stretching you out for him.

“kats- oh” you moan into his mouth as he pants softly. he stops all movement as his fingers slide out from you. “hey what are you-?” you ask him as he picks you up and places you gently down by the headboard of his bed.

he reaches into his bedside drawer, pulling out a box of unopened condoms. “kirishima gifted me these” he says as he fiddles with the plastic around the box.

you watch him struggle to open it and you giggle at his attempts. “want me to open it?” you ask extending your arm for the box. he reluctantly gives it to you and takes a seat next to you, hand rested on your inner thigh.

you opened it fast as you pulled one out handing it to him. “do the honors baby” you winked at him as he tears the foil and pulls out the condom.

he rolls it on as he positions himself on top of you, one of his hands holding your leg up against his side, the other on your waist to keep you steady.

“are you ready?” he asks you and you nod. “are you?” you ask him as he nods his head yes. he aligns himself against your entrance and slowly pushes himself in.

your arms fly around katsuki’s neck as your nails scratch his back. you dont make a sound as he pushes himself in even more. its not painful, only a slight discomfort.

he sighs as he’s inside completely and so do you. he stops to let a moment linger, making sure you are completely comfortable.

“you can move kats” you whisper in his ear as he gently starts rocking his hips back and forth. soft moans and groans is all you hear in katsuki’s room.

“oh god” he sighs out burying his head in your neck, kissing and gently sucking. “you feel so good” he says and you clench around him, him wincing from the pleasure.

“im close” you told him as he lifts his head to look at you. “i love you” he breathes out, hand coming up to caress your face.

“i love you more” you managed out as he brings you closer to him, your lips connecting. he kisses you gently as he keeps the steady pace going. “im coming” you said into his mouth. “im not far behind” he grunts as you both come at the same time.

katsuki gently thrusts into you a couple of times to ride out both of your orgasms. he collapses on top of you as you hold him against you.

“you and me forever?” he asks you and you nod your head immediately. “its you and me forever kats” you said as you lift his head up to gently press a kiss to his lips.

he softly pulls out, careful not to hurt you. he ties the condom off and disposes it into his nearby trashcan. “you wanna take a shower?” he asks you as he holds you in his arms.

“mhm it would be nice” you answer as he slowly gets up to start the warm shower for you both. he picks clothes out for the both of you as you sit up, his black sheets covering your naked form, you watch katsuki move around his room.

he helps you up as he leads you to the bathroom, peppering your shoulder and neck with kisses. the warm water hits your back and you sigh out in relief.

“i love you” katsuki says as he wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your shoulder. you lean back into him with a content smile on your face. “i love you more” you said as you both swayed silently under the warm water.

you lean your head against katsuki’s chest and you listen to his heartbeat. after losing him once, you always make sure to listen to his heart beat anytime you can, just to make sure he’s really here.

“im here” he reassures you and you sigh out contentedly. “i know” you reply turning around to capture his lips with yours.

oh how you love your katsuki bakugo.

[peachsayshi]

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄ playboy geto x inexperienced female reader (final part) ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

wc: 9,000+

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰ previous parts: 1/2/3/4/5

minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs - do not interact.

notes: I can't believe it's been like two years since I started writing this? Here is the final part of the this little mini fic. I don't even want to tell you how long I have had this sitting in my drafts. I've been so back and forth, but finally I just gave in and decided to share what I was originally working on. I got the idea to have them be wedding guests from an anon message, who wanted to see Suguru look at reader in a fancy dress / gown of some sorts. I hope you guys enjoy this final part, and thank you so much for bringing life to this little one shot! xo

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: other jjk characters are mentioned, virgin reader; lovesick geto & reader; first time; smut; oral (f receiving); nipple play; overstimulation; penetration; lovemaking

 Flowers burst in bright pops of color around Suguru. He slips one hand in his suit pocket, the other reaching for the petal of one of the pink flowers on the bush. He caresses his thumb and index finger against the delicate skin, his mind far off to a different place and different point in time. He can hear the crowd chattering, pick up on the sporadic laughs echoing from the joyous conversations. The live band are playing music, but out here in this beautiful garden, the beats are muted and dulled. 

And the quiet is exactly what Suguru needs. 

A small bird chirps in one of the trees then flies off in surprise when the click of heels echo.

“There you are,” you call out. 

Suguru’s whole body relaxes at the sound of your voice. 

He lets go of the flower, and takes a single glance over his shoulder to find you walking towards him. 

A vision. 

His heart can’t stop stretching with every beat - he hasn’t been able to contain himself since he picked you up to take you to your friend’s wedding. Your gown is the perfect shade to compliment your skin, and the fabric bathes over your body like water. The material accentuates your figure in all the right places, making you look ethereal in the hour of twilight. 

Suguru meets you halfway. 

You are both tucked away in a secluded part of the garden, but can still see the wedding venue from where you are standing. “I didn’t want to interrupt you dancing with your friends,” he informs, extending both arms to hold your waist as he lures you into his frame. 

You are looking up at him with all the affection that the world can possibly hold. 

The shorter layers of his long hair is slicked back into a neat bun, and the rest falls down his back in a glorious waterfall of black. His three piece suit is snug on his broad frame, and the color brings out a purple hue in his eye. 

“It’s a bit chilly tonight,” you point out, shivering into his biceps as the breeze kisses the parts of your exposed skin. 

“It’s lovely. I like the venue…” he replies, “you want to take a walk with me?” 

You perch your chin on his chest and smile. “It would be my pleasure.” 

Suguru links his hand between your fingers, the bracelet on his wrist grazing over your skin. You love that he never takes it off, no matter what the occasion might be. 

The two of you follow the paved walkway, passing by a variety of trees and plants. There are small lamps lighting up the stoned path, guiding you both through as night settles in. “The wedding was beautiful,” you speak in a daze. “I’m so happy for them.” 

“Yeah,” Suguru answers with a sigh, “it was…nice…” 

Despite how calm he sounds, you instantly catch the hesitation in his reply. 

When you received the invite to this wedding, you were ecstatic. You were allowed to bring a date (and, of course, you asked Suguru). What you didn’t expect was for the invite to spark a long and drawn out conversation about marriage in general. In the thick of the discussion, your boyfriend revealed that he doesn’t understand the fuss behind a wedding celebration to begin with. 

“Marriage doesn’t equate to a commitment,” he blurted mindlessly with a hint of annoyance. “And weddings just seem like a waste of money to parade a relationship around for no good reason…” 

You aren’t sure what caused the outburst but you respected that Suguru had his opinions. 

Despite his indifference towards the night, he still attended for your sake. 

You couldn’t help but wonder if his commentary stemmed from a place of fear. 

Long term commitment is something new for him, and maybe the subject of marriage just spooks him a little. 

“Look, I know weddings aren’t ideal for you, but I do appreciate you coming…” you state with gratitude. “I’m really happy for them because they’ve been together for a long time. I guess it’s nice to see them have their moment…” you add on, hoping to unscramble the uneasiness in your lover’s mind. 

“So, you’ve said…” Suguru exhales, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm behind your waist. “Best thing to come out of tonight is the dress you’re wearing. Would you be sick of me if I repeat you how utterly gorgeous you look?” 

You smile, “Only if I get to tell you that you should wear suits more often…” 

“With the way you reacted earlier, I just might…” 

Your laughs filters between the trees and the leaves. The path leads you both to a small bridge. You step over the curved arch, and are suddenly surrounded by a pool of water. You can hear the gentle ripples sing from the pond underneath your feet. You release yourself from Suguru’s hold to stand on the edge, placing both hands on the rail to look own. “Look at the fish!” You squeak, noticing the bright orange and white koi swimming. Their scales shimmer under the warmth of the small bulbs lighting up the entire area. 

Suguru places both hands just outside of yours to cage you from behind, then drops his chin to meet your shoulder. The quiet settles in once again, the two of you posed like statues studying the sea creatures, and your breaths sync up. 

“When I was a kid, I was convinced that koi fish came from oranges because of the color of their skin. I had no idea who planted that idea in my head…but my mom caught me stealing oranges from our kitchen and putting them in a bathtub full of water. She scolded me because she couldn’t figure out who was taking them to begin with-” 

You laugh at the tidbit of information that he shares. “That is adorable…” 

Suguru smiles, his large hands finding your own as he clasps over them gently. 

He strokes his thumb over the back of your hands, his brows furrowing in contemplation. 

“My dad egged it on for a while,” he whispers quietly in your ear, “told me that if I keep trying, maybe one of the oranges will hatch…” 

Your body freezes that very second. 

Suguru never talks about his father. 

He mentioned him briefly in passing, like he was this presence that existed but had no real substance. All you know about his dad is that he left the family. Suguru’s mom was dependent on him for everything, and after he was gone, all the responsibility fell on Suguru’s shoulders. 

Your heart pounds. 

“One morning I went into the bathroom and found a koi fish in the tub. I was fucking ecstatic…” he huffs out a laugh. “Turns out, it was my dad who put the fish in the tub. He was trying to placate my mom about the oranges, but he also didn’t want to see me so disappointed that my theory wouldn’t work out. He figured if it worked, then I would stop my experimenting…” 

You press your back deeper into his chest, molding your spine close to his heart. 

“How old were you?” you ask softly. 

“Five or six…” Suguru answers, but there’s a tenderness in his voice that makes your heart ache. 

You flip your hands over and allow Suguru to trace his thumbs inside your palm. He follows each line that slopes up and down like it’s a drawing. His hands are one of your favorite features about him - his fingers long and slender. They looked even better with the silver accessories he had on.You trap his thumbs in your grasp, and mindlessly caress him with reassurance as you wait for him to continue. 

“My dad was charming. My mom says I get that from him. And he…loved my mom,” Suguru confesses. “At least, I thought he did. He used to carry their wedding photo in his wallet, and would show it to me sometimes…” 

You let go of his thumbs, and lace your fingers between his. You stare at the smooth surface of his silver ring, catching the small reflection of you both from the surface. 

“I…” he breathes, “We…didn’t see it coming. The night before he left, he kissed my mother while she was cleaning up dinner, and hugged Mimi and Nana. He ruffled my hair and told me to help my mom before I went to bed. He went upstairs and when I woke up the next day, he was gone.” 

A lump forms in your throat but you do your best to remain firm. You hold your strength because you recognize just how much it is taking for Suguru to be this vulnerable with you right now. But in the back of your head you see the face of a broken hearted teenage boy who knows that his world just fell apart. 

“A week later he calls my mom to tell her that he isn’t coming back. That this…that we, weren’t the life he saw for himself,” the words spill out of him with a true grit of anger, and in a sinister tone that makes goosebumps form across your back and arms. It’s a hatred so unfamiliar to you. A voice so dark it sounds like it doesn’t even belong to him. “It destroyed her. She wouldn’t get out of bed for months. I did everything I could to protect Mimi and Nana from it…” he sighs.

But who was protecting you? 

The thought rushed through your mind, but you bit back those words. 

You didn’t have to remind Suguru of something he already knew. 

“Suguru…” you breathe out, only then shifting so you can face him. Your hands find his jaw first, and you cradle him protectively wishing you could do everything in your power to take away the hurt. 

He circles his hands over your wrists and clears his throat. “I wasn’t telling you this to make you feel bad, but I’ve been acting like a dick about this wedding…” 

“You’re entitled to your opinion…” you answer back with a gentle grin, hoping to ease his grievance. 

“I just feel like I was sold this lie my whole life, you know? Once in a while, I find myself wondering what the hell he was doing, what the hell he was thinking…and after how I turned out? I didn’t want to be tied down to anything or anyone…” he huffs out a laugh, “I guess the apple doesn’t fall that far from the tree. Sometimes I just want to know what was convincing him to think otherwise…”  

You pull his face closer, and peck him softly against his lips. 

“I have a hard time trusting happily ever afters…” he continues with a sigh. He drops his hand back down to the rail, and pushes his chest against yours.

One of your hand falls to his shoulder, while the other moves to hold his cheek. “Do you remember how nervous I was on our first date?” 

Suguru’s attention flickers to your pretty irises, and he holds the stare as the memory resurfaces. 

He nods his head.

You nip at your bottom lip. “That night when we almost kissed, I didn’t realize how easily I had let my guard down around you. Even after Shoko warned me to be careful! When we went on our date, I was just waiting for you to prove everyone right. For you to pull a fast one on me, to catch me off guard again, to love bomb me or try to take advantage of my naivety… ” 

Those feelings seem so distant to you now - a blurry detail of an old photograph that you couldn’t quite place. “By the end of our first date, I got to see a side of you that I didn’t even expect,” you carry on with a smile and a tilt of your head, “You’re not the man people make you out to be. And I don’t think it’s fair that you let yourself believe how everyone else perceives you…”

Suguru lets you fiddle with his tie, but his chest tightens at your words. “You are the only one who ever says that to me…” 

“You’ve always been honest, Suguru. You don’t play with people’s hearts intentionally, you’re a lot more sincere than you think you are. You’ve never lied to me about where you stood regarding relationships, and you follow through with your actions. From what you’ve told me, you’ve never been dishonest with others either. You said it yourself, you never promised commitment to anyone but they would force it on you. And, I don’t think that’s fair to you either. I don’t think it’s fair for everyone to paint you as the villain. I’m not saying you’re perfect - but no one in this world is. But…you would never abandon the people you care for so recklessly…”

You both gaze longingly into each other’s eyes, and the stillness blankets over you both to guard the serene moment. 

Suguru finds your hips, and leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth, remaining careful not to smudge your lipstick. “Sometimes I feel like you’re the only person who really sees me…” he murmurs . 

His hands smoothly move back up to your waist, and Suguru brings his mouth to kiss your temple. Your arms stretch out to wrap around his, and he holds you in the sweet embrace. “I’m not really against marriage, just for your information…” he murmurs into your hairline, and you do your best to hide your amused reaction. 

Your hearts knock at one another, the muscles in your chests willing to rip skin just to get closer to the other’s soul. 

“Oh?” You ask, feigning innocence behind your reaction.  

“Look, I could truly go without. But I would be willing to give it a shot if…my partner wants that…” 

He doesn’t say it outright, but your stomach flips because you know he’s talking about you. 

Because you’re the only person he’s ever addressed with a title. 

Girlfriend, partner, significant other…  

It’s overwhelming knowing that he makes you the exception to all his rules, that he wants you to be a part of his forever. 

Time passed since your fight at Yuki’s home, but your relationship has flourished into something even better that it was before. There are no questions on where you both stand, no room for petty jealousy or hesitations. You are still learning from one another, but it only made your commitment stronger. Your mutual confession of being in love hung over your heads like a daunting shadow, but you both aren’t ready to acknowledge it again just yet. 

Love isn’t linear to either one of you, but you are okay not following a trajectory path that was supposed to make sense. 

Instead, you both relied on your intuition and desire to lead the way. 

But there is now a new hunger that stirred from within - a patience that’s wavering the longer time passes. 

The thread is so fine, it’s barely holding it together, but the will to rush that final snap was weak. When these moments bubble and boil over is when you and Suguru have found yourselves entangled in intimate scenarios for the sake of indulgence.  There was the steamy make out session which happened at a party which Satoru hosted. The place was packed with Satoru’s friends, and you both snuck away to lock yourselves in a bathroom, a little tipsy as your bodies pulsed with heat.  Suguru’s lips were sucking on your aching nipples, and you were grinding up against his thigh hoping to keep your desperate moans down. You were both cooped up in there for a while, and didn’t split apart until someone knocked on the door to interrupt. 

There was the night where you slept over at Suguru’s place. He was a bit on edge, and you offered to help him get some much needed release while you both snuggled under the sheets. his hot breath was on your neck while your hand was wrapped around his impressive length. 

There was the lazy afternoon where Suguru had you pinned to your couch. The two of you ditching your plans to stay in. Your cheeks were wet with tears from how long he chose to go down on you that day. He was drunk on desire, and you can still recollect image of staining the cushion with your arousal from how wet you were.  The noises you made were unnatural, but it was the most pleasure you’ve ever felt. 

There was the morning where he woke up to your lips wrapped around his manhood, his voice breaking when dawn cracked through the horizon as he released his passion for you on your tongue. You don’t even know what came over you, for you to wake up with this intense urge to have your lover on your mouth. And especially after Suguru gave you permission in passing, you really wanted to take him up on his offer. 

Every single time you both dipped your toes back into it, you could hear a tiny little snip of string. 

You’re not even sure what’s keeping it tethered, but it feels too big to ignore that all it will take is one more thing, before the bind will finally break. 

Footsteps approach in the distance as other guests start to meander out into the garden. 

They remind you both that you are not alone right now. 

But all you can think about is just how much you want to be. 

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Suguru is charming. 

That natural charisma is what you drew you to him in the first place, and you watch all the other guests flock towards it, witness how his seduction transcends every boundariy. But you’re no longer insecure by this anymore. You don’t look at his confidence and shrink with intimidation. Now you gaze upon him with admiration and pride because Suguru’s energy is alluring and enticing, and you get to bask it in to your heart’s content. 

The venue shrinks in size when you both stop for a few slow dances, the two of you hooked on one another like an unruly knot. 

“Where did you learn to dance?” You whisper with curiosity. 

“Mimi and Nana were obsessed with balls,” Suguru responds with a hint of embarrassment. “They needed someone to play lead for them…” 

The way he talks about those girls makes you light up. Suguru was so doting towards them in every way. Even now, you have proof of just how much they rely on him. Suguru has cut a couple of dates short to bail them out of their rebellious antics or lose himself to hours on a phone call just to listen in when they need advice about life and love. 

To those girls, he was there rock. 

While listening to the toasts from the wedding party, Suguru reaches under the table to hold your hand in his. At some point, he just glances in your direction to smile at you, and you feel the whole world move with him. 

You think about forever with him - picture a life where this would be an every day occurrence. While you ate dinner, you caught his eyes squinting adorably when he laughed at one of your jokes, and it reminded you of why this side of Suguru is your favorite. 

It’s the playful side of someone who isn’t taking himself too seriously or curating a fantasy. 

You can’t stop fixating on him; at the way the tip of his noise points a little upward, and how the tendons in his neck would flex with subtle gestures. You’re so lost in this man, that life around you starts to fade, and suddenly there is another pang in your chest. 

You really didn’t want to be here anymore. 

You really wanted to be alone with him. 

As the two guests sitting beside him politely excuse themselves, you feel Suguru pin his shoulder to yours. 

Your lips find his ear, “hey,” you murmur, “you want to head out?” 

“It’s a bit early to leave. Are you getting tired?” He wonders thoughtfully. 

“I have cinnamon rolls back at my place,” you answer, feeling selfish for even suggesting this. “I wouldn’t mind dessert…” 

“Not a fan of wedding cake?” 

You shake your head no. 

Suguru grins. “Alright, let’s go…” 

You say goodbye to the bride and groom and thank them for the invite. When you exit the premises you feel like you’re walking on clouds. Suguru takes off his jacket and places it over your shoulders before leading you to the car. Once inside, he strips off his vest and rolls up his sleeves. You can’t help but ogle him as he relaxes, and watch the way his expert fingers unfastens his tie. The veins on his forearms pulse, and your mouth goes dry at the sight. 

“You’re such a tease…” you scold playfully, “I wanted to do that…” 

He shifts his attention seductively in your direction, but his grin is as cheeky as ever. 

“I’ve still got clothes on that you can take off, sweetheart.” 

You pout in response. 

Suguru has one hand on the wheel, but the other slings around the back of your neck to pull you in. He doesn’t stop himself when he kisses you this time. Your lips part as his tongue slips into your mouth. There’s no reason for him to be considerate of you looking prim and proper now that you are both leaving for the evening. 

You moan into the kiss, and he hums in return. When he pulls away, your lipstick is stained all over his mouth, but you instantly catch his face. “Hold on, Sugu…” you giggle, grabbing him with one hand and reaching for the tissue in the glove compartment with the other. 

“What? The color doesn’t look good on me?” He teases. 

You shake your head as you wipe his mouth. “You’re shameless.” 

“Nothing about you gives me any reason to feel shame,” he answers matter of factly. 

Your whole body seizes, but you glance down to his mouth to avoid the intense way his eyes were piercing into yours. 

You’re still contemplating your relationship on the drive back home. There is music playing from the station, and Suguru is humming along to all his favorite tunes while keeping one of his hands nonchalantly on your thigh. It’s these moments that make your heart quiver - the quiet, mundane things that you get to share with the man of your dreams. 

And he really is the man of your dreams. 

Suguru always talks about how lucky he got with you, but you can’t help but feel the same way too.

“You know, I don’t need a wedding or marriage to prove I love someone,” you say mindlessly, “I wouldn’t force it on someone who doesn’t want it…”

Suguru squeezes your thigh, but keeps his eyes on the road. 

“Oh?” He says, his voice breaking at the abrupt statement. 

You trace your index finger over his knuckles, “I believe that love should make you feel safe. You don’t really need anything else if you have that…” 

Suguru Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows. He lets your words marinate over his soul before asking, “do you feel safe with me?” 

There’s a sense of uncertainty in his tone, like he’s expecting you to deny that fact even though it’s clearly not true. He walked into this relationship thinking he was a sinner and you were a saint. You half wonder if he thinks you’ll tell him that you’re still unsure, and that he will still have to keep working to earn your trust. You clasp your hand over the one that’s resting on your thigh, and turn to look up at him. 

He’s avoiding you this time by keeping his eyes on the road. 

This is…too much for you both. 

“The safest,” you answer softly. 

He breathes out his relief but there’s a small, prideful smile resting on his lips. 

“Good to know,” he acknowledges, his voice smoother than liquid gold. 

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Sugar and cinnamon permeate the corners of your apartment, and the aroma makes your stomach grumble. You’re sitting on the kitchen counter, kicking your legs excitedly as Suguru pulls out the plate that was in the microwave. 

The roll is fat, fresh and fluffy - a perfect swirl steaming as the glaze melts between the layers. 

Suguru grabs two forks from the drawer and hands one to you. 

“Dig in, angel.” 

He lets you take the first bite, and you moan loudly as you close your eyes to savor the delicious, most perfect taste of spice and sweet. Suguru just chuckles at the response then takes a bite for himself. 

“It’s so good,” you sing. 

“It is,” he hums. 

You hook both your legs around his to tug him in, keeping as minimal space as possible. 

“So much better than cake,” you share in secret, and Suguru just gives you a knowing glance. 

“What?” You ask, gently poking the prongs of your fork on his shoulder. 

Suguru flickers his eyes down, right through the plate and straight to the space between your legs. The fan of his lashes open up beautifully, and he quirks his brow with mischievous intent. 

“I know something else that tastes even better, but I’m behaving myself…” 

Your cunt clenches with need, your body clawing at you with its reactions. It’s begging you to do something before it combusts. You ignore the demand, and dig into the cinnamon bun, only this time you bring it to his lips. “Simmer down, lover boy…” you coo. 

Suguru smiles, flashing you all his teeth before accepting the bite from your hand. “I can’t around you. That’s the problem…” he says in between chews. 

You both continue eating your treat until there is nothing left but the crumbs and drizzle. You swipe some left over frosting along with some powdery bits, and bring it up to Suguru’s mouth. He places the plate by your side, and sucks on your finger, licking it clean. You tap him playfully on the nose, and in turn he leans down to kiss you once more. 

The kiss is perfect and easy, and it makes you feel like you’re malleable in every way possible. He turns your world into pink stains and rosy pigments. Your body vibrates like it’s heeding an unspoken call, and you know for a fact that you’re not the only one feeling this right now.  

Suguru pulls away, but cups your jaw in his palms to cradle you like you’re a precious stone. He looks deeply into your eyes, a sense of uncertainty burning between that same strong gaze that was rendering you weak. 

“I never thought,” he begins to speak, but pauses for a second to collect his thoughts. You notice he does this whenever he has anything serious to say, like he is trying to make sure he’s considerate of his words. “I never thought I would have this…” 

His voice is low and hushed, and you bring two hands to wrap around his wrists. 

“Fuck, I didn’t even think I wanted this…” he adds on. 

You smirk, “I never thought I would have this too. I’ve been on my own for so long…”

“When you rejected my first kiss, ” he speaks, “I thought about backing off. I told myself not to fuck around with you. But…I couldn’t walk away.” 

“I almost thought you would,” you added on meekly “when we had that fight at Yuki’s…” 

“No matter how angry or upset I get, I’d just come crawling back to you. You have me on my knees without even knowing it…” he sighs, his thumb strokes your cheek but the way he was looking at you has you holding your breath. You can see the gears turning in his head. “I’m safe with you too,” he confirms. 

Your heart flutters, it nearly soars its way up your throat and out of your own mouth. Tears prick your eyes, but your try to ignore them. “I’m glad,” you say with a shaky breath, and attempt to clear your throat when it constricts. “I want you to be.” 

The muscles on his face pull into a sincere expression, one that’s pensive yet warm. Suguru breaths out your name, and the way it rolls off his tongue feels like a prayer. 

“I love you.” 

You were expecting it, but when those three words struck you still didn’t anticipate how deep it would puncture through your heart. You blink back the forming tears, a little sniffle leaving you as you maintain your smile. Suguru swallows the lump in his throat, his gaze softening as he arches forward to bring his mouth closer. 

You press your fingers against his lips to stop him, your dewy irises seeking out his own. 

“I love you too,” you whisper before he can carry on, and a single tear falls unexpectedly which Suguru quickly catches with his thumb. 

Your lover presses his mouth to yours with a kiss that fully unravels you. You move to grab onto his shirt, because it feels like you’re turning into dust. His mouth finds your cheek, the tip of your nose, and then moves back to your lips once again. His hand falls to your lap, his arms extending to wrap around you and engulf you in his frame. 

And you wanted to be consumed by every part of him. 

He picks up your legs and wraps them around his waist, keeps you secure against his chest before lifting you up from the kitchen counter. Your mouth leaves his and finds his neck, your lips licking over the spot that you know makes his cheeks turn a certain shade of red. 

He grunts out a curse, and hurries straight to the bedroom. 

He shoves his shoulder against the wooden frame, leading you both inside. He carefully perches you on the mattress, then kneels on the ground right in front of you. You wipe the mouth with the back of your hand, your body burning from the layer you still had on. You shrug off Suguru’s jacket, and watch as he carefully clasps your ankle. He places it on his thigh, and removes your pointed heel from one foot.

He arches forward to kiss your knee before switching to your other leg. 

One of your hands reaches for the shell of his ear, and you trace the curve all the way down to his piercing. 

“Sugu,” you call out to him, as he takes off the second shoe. He lifts his head to find your desperate eyes. “My dress…” 

He crawls up your body and hoists you back so you were standing upright on your bare feet. He spins you, so you are facing the bed, making your stomach flip as your eyes stare down at the pillows and slightly rumpled sheets. 

It feels different this time. 

Your stomach erupts with butterflies. 

His expert fingers find the zipper of your dress, and he tugs at the seam and draws it off. Your body exhales from the release, and Suguru kisses the curve of your shoulder as the material drops to your feet. 

You turn to face him, and rush to find the buttons of his shirt. 

Your hands are shaking. 

You unlatch the first button and the second, but by the time you get to the third you feel one of his hands grasp over yours which jitters. 

“Baby,” he speaks affectionately, “we don’t have to…” 

You shake your head, “no, I want to. I really, really want to. I’m just…a little nervous. We waited so long-” 

He loosens his grip when your voice breaks, making it hard for your to speak. His hand meets your naked waist and he interrupts you with another kiss. 

“I told you once that I would take such good care of you,” he states, “And I will…” 

Your fingers linger over the button of his shirt. 

“Don’t rush. We will take it nice and slow,” he ensures, “we’ve got all the time we need.” 

He lets you catch yourself; lets you find a minute to breathe from the whirlwind of emotions that  have compounded into you. You release a shaky exhale, and try to ignore the way your knees tremble and the back of your neck pricks with warmth. 

He taps you underneath your chin, “weren’t you the one giving me the hard time earlier about taking off my clothes?” 

The casualness of his delivery makes you puff out a laugh, but the comfort gives you the push you need to continue undressing him.  He slips off his shirt, and your hands touch at the surface of his hard torso. You’ve seen Suguru naked countless times now, but he still takes your breath away no matter what. Your hand grazes over the front of his pants, and his eyes flutter close as you touch his hard-on. You unfasten his belt, and unzip his trousers. The fabric falls to the floor, leaving Suguru in just his boxers. 

You both step out of the puddle of clothing, and stand half-naked in the middle of the room. 

Suguru reaches to hold your hands in his. “If anything, anything…” he speaks quietly, “makes you uncomfortable, just tell me. If you want to stop at any point, we will stop”

“You’ll tell me too?” You respond innocently, and Suguru almost chokes back his reply because no one has ever asked him that question before. 

Who knew that such a simple gesture would cause something to pricks his own eyes. “Yeah, sweetheart, I’ll tell you…” 

“I want to make sure…” you sigh, “that I do this right” 

He smiles against your lips. “Practice makes perfect, right?”, he says with a kiss. “But for tonight, I want this to be about you, okay?” 

“But…” you resist, and gaze up at him affectionately with an expression that forces himself to hold back from ruining you right then and there. “but it’s about us. I want you tell me what you like. I want to know what you enjoy. So, I will know for next time…”

“I’ve got you,” he breathes as he bites at your bottom lip with his teeth. “That’s all I need…” 

Your head feels so light, you think it’s made of air. “Why does this feel so different from everything we’ve done before?” You gasp, pushing away from his face as your noses bump. 

“Because it is different…” Suguru adds, his fingers tucking under your chin to stop you from hiding. “It is.” 

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Tangled between another kiss and between more sweet caresses, you find yourself on the mattress once again. Suguru brings his mouth to your ear, his fingers hooking underneath your damp underwear. 

“I need you wet,” he informs under his breath, pressing the pads of his digits to your slick slit.  “Really, really wet…” 

All you can do is whimper at that. 

“You’ll be good for me, yeah, angel? Let me prep you just right?” 

Your thighs spread wider. “Yeah, I’ll be good for you…” 

Suguru snags your lobe with his teeth - the heat of his mouth travels down your neck. He licks his way down the slope, pausing to suck on the tender, sensitive areas he’s grown to love so much. He moves lower to the mounds of your breasts, and he peppers your chest with soft bites and kisses. 

“Unhook your bra for me, love…” he adds, his fingers working your pussy the whole time. 

He rubs you gently, and at such a languid pace it makes you want to relax. 

You arch your back up, and he separates himself just enough for you to remove your bra. 

Your breasts spill out on display for him, and you toss the lacy material over his shoulder which makes his eyes squint with amusement. When it catches on to a lamp and you almost jerk with worry thinking you knocked it over. 

“It’s fine,” Suguru soothes, and you cover your mouth to hide your own laugh. 

His heart sighs at the response, at the comfort you have with him by your side. 

He is the only man in the world who gets to see you like this. 

You truly belong to him in every way possible. 

Your laugh stutters into quiet pants, as his fingers spread your lips to gather your arousal. He moves up to find your clit, and rubs over the hard little nub carefully. 

You sigh into his touch, and only then does he lean to kiss your nipple. 

He drags his tongue across the pointed end, his lips circling around the tip to suck. Your arms drape over his shoulders, keeping him in place as your body trembles with desire. Suguru bites and tugs at your nipple, his hand spreading your lips to tease the entrance before returning back to your clit. 

Your nails drag down his back, and he groans at the touch. 

All you can hear is quiet squelches from between your legs and your pants echoing around you. 

Suguru slithers his body lower and lower, his tongue tasting the mid-line of your stomach until he makes his way to your pubis. He presses a kiss to the middle, the heat of his breath getting closer and closer to your clit. 

“When you masturbate, have you been doing what I showed you?” He asks. 

Your body ignites on fire, and you see his mouth hover of your clit as his fingers pause its movement. 

You swallow the thickness in your throat. 

Suguru taught you how to finger-fuck yourself. The same night you gave him a hand job, he returned the favor by perching your back against his chest and spreading your legs wide. He guided you and showed you how to carefully press your fingers inside you. 

He wanted you to get used to the sensation. 

“Yes,” you say with a nod. 

“Atta girl,” he answers with pride, then clasps his lips over your clit. 

A sound comes from the base of your throat, as your head falls back. 

His tongue flicks back and forth over the bud in measured movements, and his fingers spread the lips of your labia. He uses his middle finger to prod at your entrance, grazing over the hole teasingly for a second at first. As your body opens up for him, he pushes it in, and slowly pushes his digit in until it reaches his first knuckle. 

You quiver from the sensation - it’s so foreign having someone else penetrate you. You’ve grown use to your own touch, but Suguru’s hands were different than your own. 

He drags it back and forth, keeping his mouth over your clit. 

The second your breath evens out is when he picks up the pace and pushes his finger even further. Your hips buck gently as he pushes all the way down to the base, a cry leaving your throat as two hands move to grip the pillow behind you. 

You can hear him slurp, and lick, and suck. Hear the “schlick” sound that his finger is orchestrating. 

He pumps faster and faster, his other hand moving to rest on your lower belly. 

Your toes curl, and your legs spasm from the electric shocks that ripple down and up your body. 

“Suguru~” you whine, and he just nibbles at your clit in acknowledgement. 

Your nose gets a little stuffy, your eyes shut close as white little sparks flash from behind your lids. Your lower back arches as he curls his finger, moving in a come hither motion that makes your belly flutter. 

You shake and moan, a string of vowels leaving your tongue. 

You tense around his finger as your orgasm pulses through your body, shaking out of you necessarily. Suguru releases your clit with a pop, but only slows his finger inside you. He keeps maintaining his movement, his gaze catching the daze of your own. 

He’s insatiable. He doesn’t even know if a lifetime would fulfill him from how badly he craves you. 

“I love how you say my name right when you’re about to cum,” he coos, the hand on your lower belly moves further down to touch your tender clit.  He massages the bud with his thumb, his other finger fucking you with calculative precision. “The way your voice gets all breathy and light,” he adds on with a purr, “god, it’s my favorite fucking sound…” 

You’re besotted by him; your eyes glowing with only love as you feel him work his affection between your legs. 

“Going to make you cum again, alright, baby?” He informs, his head dipping back down to replace his thumb with his mouth again. 

You nod your head - you told him you would let him lead, and that’s exactly what’s happening right now. Suguru alternates; sometimes his tongue would be on your clit, and others it’s buried between your folds. The way he’s making love to your body right now has you liquifying. You’re not sure where his touch begins and where your pleasure ends. 

It feels so good, too good. 

You can barely tell when Suguru starts prodding in a second a finger, only when the stretch expands and your breath carries with it. 

“Oh, f-fuck…” you shiver against his mouth, and Suguru uses two fingers this time to pump out your second orgasm. 

He’s a bit rougher with his movements, allowing his fingers to dip and out of you at a pace that relieves some of his own tension. He pulls his mouth away, and lifts his body slightly up as he sees your thighs splay further apart. His other hand comes down to massage your clit, and you can feel your wetness drip down his fingers and between the line of your sex. 

Your belly clenches tightly this time, and your heart skips every other beat. 

“Feel good?” he checks in. 

“Yesyesyes,” you reply eagerly, your hips lifting from the surface. 

“I can see that,” he hums, as he presses more firmly on your clit to swipe back and forth in a quicker motion. “You’re a fucking vision right now…” 

The sound you make is pathetic but you don’t even care - you’re so overwhelmed by what’s happening right now you are not considering how untamed you look. Your hips lift up higher, and you buck against Suguru’s ministrations despite how relentless he is. 

If that man wants you to cum on fingers or tongue, he will make it happen, regardless of how you respond. 

Your second orgasm is sharper, and when it hits, Suguru instantly pulls his hands away and rests it against your hips. Your cunt contracts and pulses in beats, and your spine tingles from the sensation. He arches back forward to snag your a nipple poking against the air. He sucks on the bud, and licks over it once, before sliding his tongue back up your neck until he finds your mouth. 

You can smell yourself on him. 

Taste yourself on him. 

His hands link with your own and he wraps it around his neck so you’re holding him. 

He gives you a few minutes to steady yourself, but your breath is being stolen by his lips and tongue. 

“One more,” he murmurs against your mouth, and you whimper in defeat. 

“You’ll be okay, angel,” he responds as he sits upright. 

He unties his hair, his mane surrounding his face in a dark halo. He pulls back the entirety of its length into a single bun, keeping it out of the way as he watches you pant to steady yourself. 

It occurs to him then that he forgot to put down a towel, but he’s too far gone to stop. 

“We don’t need this anymore,” he instructs, reaching for the string of your panties. 

He takes them off you and drops them to the side. 

His cock strains against his boxers, the bulge making your eyes widen with anticipation. 

He removes them next, allow his dick to spring free as it smacks against him with dribbles of pre-cum leaking from the head. 

“Touch yourself,” he instructs, keeping his eyes on you to make sure you follow through. 

You tweak your nipple with one hand while the other slithers down your stomach. 

God, you were wet. 

Suguru gets up from the bed only to reach for his pants. He pulls out his wallet, and finds the condom that he slipped in just a few months ago. He used to have them on him all the time, but stopped carrying one around after you both got together. But ever since things started heating up, he thought it would be good to have one just in case. 

“Sugu~?” You call out. 

“Yeah, baby?” 

“Can I-” you request, and point at the rubbery material with your other hand. 

He nods his head and settles back on the bed. 

He rips the condom open for you, and you take it. After you position yourself, you proceed to stroke his length, moving back and forth over his shaft and you feeling yourself dripping for him. 

Every part of this man is a blessing. 

Suguru grunts, and stammers “c-condom….” 

But you keep stroking him and lick your lips. “Want you in my mouth…” 

He hisses at that, his abdomen flexing when your thumb drags over his slit. 

He does everything in his power to keep it together, musters up all the will he can to ensure he doesn’t release himself on your hand right then and then. 

“Wait ’til I’m inside you,” he begs, “please, angel…”

You give in because you want it just as much too. 

Once you roll the condom on, Suguru grabs onto your ass and pulls you in for another kiss. This one is a little more sloopy, a little more animalistic. He sucks on your tongue, and leaves a mark of bruising adoration on your bottom lip. He slots his knee between your legs, and situates you down so your pussy was pressed against his thigh. 

“Grind up against me,” he breathes into your mouth. “I like to feel how wet you are…” 

He has one hand on your ass, the other on your nipple which he tweaks and pulls. Your hips start gyrating in thrusts against his thigh, and just as you find a steady pace, he moves to kiss you once again. 

The bed creaks and the springs mewl, but you hump his thigh like you’re in insufferable heat. 

Suguru flexes his thigh against your cunt, and you claw at the front of his chest as you moan into his mouth. 

“I can’t wait to have you riding me,” he smiles into another kiss, and pinches your nipple as you start climbing up yet another peak. He slaps your ass playfully, his teeth biting your bottom lip. “Faster.” 

You oblige, and increase the movements. 

You pull away from his mouth, and press your forehead to his. Your hands brace yourself on his shoulders until both your legs clench around his thigh. 

There’s a tear that leaves you when your orgasm hits this time, but you’re shaking in his arms and he kisses your cheek lovingly. 

“So fucking beautiful,” he praises against your ear. 

His thigh is sticky with your arousal, the glittering strings clinging on both your bodies. 

Suguru kisses you once more, and pushes his weight down so you fall back to the mattress. He keeps you lingering in the act until he aligns himself. “Don’t tense up,” he instructs, “I need you open for me…”

Time goes still with neither of you really breathing. You both focus on the point of contact, watch as Suguru presses the tip of his cock to your entrance. The initial push of the fat head feels like a breach, but you try to do your best to relax. 

“Such a pretty pussy,” he sighs like he’s in disbelief, “my pretty pussy…” 

And with that, he breaks you. 

The stretch makes you scrunch up your nose and brows, but Suguru manages to get the head in with no complications. 

“That’s the tip, baby. You’re doing well. Breathe for me, okay? Just relax…” 

You nod your head, and follow through. With every exhalation you tell your muscles to relax, and allow your body to turn into something that your lover can mold. Suguru pushes in another inch, moving carefully as to not shock you. 

One more now, he counts, watching as you slowly suck him in. 

But you hiss when the stretch starts to burn, and the man drops to his forearms to keep you in a close embrace. 

“Suguru, wait,” you beg worringly, and he halts his movements instantly. 

He kisses your cheek, and then your neck. He kisses your collar bone and then your jaw. He finds your lips and pecks you softly. “Angel,” he soothes, “look at me…” 

Your eyes are brimming with tears. He can feel that you’re fully tensed up. 

When you meet his gaze, you soften, and sniffle as you try to relax your upper body first. 

One of Suguru’s hands finds your hips, and he tenderly rubs gentle circles against your pelvis. 

“I know, baby. I know it’s not comfortable right now, but I promise it’ll feel good. You’re taking me in so well…” he ensures, “but I need you to keep breathing, please.” 

You release a shaky breath, and nod your head as you lick your lips. 

“Nice and slow, remember?” Suguru reminds you. “I’ll only move when you tell me to…” 

A few deep breaths in and out, and you finally give him permission to carry on. 

He guides you the rest of the way, guides you through the painful breach and stretch of him of finally taking your virginity. Your body doesn’t know anyone else but him, but in turn he realizes that he never wants to be inside anyone else other than you. 

You can’t manage his full length at the moment, but that’s okay. 

He isn’t going to hurt you. 

Not ever. 

Goosebumps ripple on your skin. Your head falls back to the pillow as one hand circles around Suguru’s forearm. He kisses your neck with so much care it almost makes your heart shatter to be loved this way. He starts thrusting, his movements so gentle and sweet. His body is connected to yours, his weight heavy as the heat of his cock spreads your gummy walls for him. You tilt your face so you were in line with him, your eyes opening sleepily as you find his set. Your lids are heavy, your body adjusting to the transition from pain to pleasure. Your legs grow weak as they spread further apart from each side, and the more Suguru moves the more he can feel you taking in a little more of him. 

“Feels,” you sigh dreamily, “feels good now…” 

“Think you can take all of me?” He asks. 

“Please,” you beg, “please, try…” 

Suguru braces himself, because he knows he just might bust a nut on the spot from how you are squeezing him. He leans down to kiss your temple and your parted lips, then readjusts his position. 

And then he thrusts. 

Your vision goes white as he buries himself to the hilt. All you can feel his hot heat breath on the side of your neck, the room starting to spin as your body grows to understand this new form, this new feeling. 

He stays still for a few minutes just simply cock warming you. It breaks him then, just how long he’s waited with such determination to have you here in his arms like this. You can feel something wet on your skin. Suguru draws in a deep inhale through his nose, far too overwhelmed by his own emotions. “Heaven,” he murmurs into your neck,“you feel like fucking heaven.” 

When you meet his stare again, you see that his own eyes are glossy. 

Suguru leans down to kiss you, capturing the intimacy on his tongue. “I love you so fucking much,” he exhales once more, and slowly starts moving his hips again. 

“Love you too, Sugu~” you whine back and wrap your arms around his shoulder to keep him as close as possible in your embrace. 

He presses into you, fucks you like you’re the most delicate thing he’s ever touched, as he makes love to you for the very first time. There is no more words that follow after, just your panting breaths and quiet moans in between. The bed frame hits the wall from his weight, the sheets gathering away from the mattress. You taint the condom with each of his thrusts, both of your hips stuttering from the sensation of your bodies becoming one. Suguru rests his forehead against yours, one hand reaching to lace between your own which he presses down feverishly against the sheet. Your lips hover over one another, sharing each erratic breath. You close your eyes and feel your body blending into all of his angles. 

Suguru kisses your cheek, then slips his tongue back inside your open mouth. 

You’re tangled and knotted up in every way possible, and your hips begin to spasm as your orgasm builds. You can feel your clit brushing up against him, and the sensation makes you shake as your body comes apart. You break away from the kiss just to look down at the point where your bodies meet, and your toes curl as you consider just how perfectly made you are for one another. 

When your orgasm rips, you almost pass out. 

Suguru holds you in place, his movements more careless when gives in to his last few thrusts. 

He groans loudly when he finally cums. 

Your bodies collapse into each other, your form pulled into strings as if you are swimming in a black hole of love. You’re clinging onto him out of need, still attempting to come down from this euphoric high. Meanwhile, Suguru doesn’t pull out just yet, but instead rolls over to his side and keeps you tucked in his frame. 

When you meet his attention, you see life bleed back into your little bubble of love. 

His hair is tousled, his cheeks a little blushed. You trace your fingers against the crimson blooming underneath his skin, notice that his eyes are still glittering from when the tears formed. 

“Hi,” you whisper.  

“Hi,” he answers back. “You okay?” 

You prod your face into his neck, nuzzling him and gathering his scent. The air smells of your love for each other, and you just wanted to take it all in. 

“I’m okay,” you reassure, before returning back and meeting him eye to eye. 

Suguru reaches on hand up, and slowly outlines the shell of your ear. 

He can’t stop staring at you. 

He’s so in love with every part of you. 

But this time, there was nothing guarding that fact, it’s written so plainly on his face. 

The way he’s looking at you, you know nobody has ever seen such an expression before. 

This is a first for him too. 

And how lucky are you to be the only person in the world to witness it. 

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tags: @gradmacoco @labelt-san @bloomix00 @fleurni

[shrimpbat]

Nyxa's new friend [story under "keep reading" tab]

It had been exactly a week since Nyxa and her mom were pushed into this new world. She didn't know what was going on at all, and it was all too much for her to process, and she wasn't shy about crying from nervousness about the whole thing. She didn't have a problem with bats or vampires, but she certainly didn't expect to be forced into their living space.

Her mother was currently preparing a food dish of sorts, all with foods a vampire would like. Strange... Nyxa peered over the countertop curiously.

"What're you doing mum?" she asked. Corvenia looked down at her daughter quickly, then back at the food.

"Oh, just something for a friend of mine, love. We're going to visit him and his little daughter today, remember?" she said gently. Nyxa scrunched up her beak. No, she didn't remember.

"...Little daughter?" she asked, a monotonous change in her voice. "Do I gotta go with you...?" she said quietly. Corvenia heard the second comment, took a second, and sighed.

"Nyxa, you'll love her...and her dad. I promise. Mr. Finnegan's a real jolly man and his little baby is the sweetest." Corvenia tried reassuring Nyxa, Nyxa calming her annoyed expression a little but still having a pinch of skepticism. Nyxa stayed silent for another few seconds before asking another anxious question.

"You're not gonna pay more attention to her than me, right?" she asked, crossing her arms with a slight pout. Corvenia stopped wrapping the food platter for a second and looked down at her daughter before picking her up.

"Now, why in the world would I do that?" she asked, Nyxa avoiding eye contact.

"...'Cuz she's a baby." Nyxa said, still pouting. Corvenia always was quick to get gushy over babies, she couldn't help herself. But she was the gushiest over her own.

"Nyxa, sweetie, no one's replacing you. I think you'll love Finnegan's little girl and get along with her just fine, you'll be best friends, I know it. No one's gonna pay attention to one over the other, all right?" Corvenia nudged Nyxa's cheek with her beak. Nyxa looked over and smiled.

"All right, mum." she said, finally kind of convinced. She did internally want a new friend, even if this whole "being shoved into a new land" thing scared her half to death...

••••••••

Corvenia rang the doorbell to the small house of Finnegan Grimm, not waiting too long before he answered the door. Nyxa shifted her feet. Her little heart was racing...she was always nervous around new people.

"Corvenia, old friend!" Finnegan said joyfully. Nyxa got a good look at Finnegan while he gave greetings and small talk to her mom. She had never met him before, but she felt kind of at ease since her mom knew him. His joyous nature definitely also helped.

"...And who's this little lady? Is this Nyxa?" Finnegan said, kneeling down to her height. Nyxa shyly clung to Corvenia's leg, nodding when Finnegan asked his question. Corvenia nudged her more towards him in efforts to make her seem less anxious.

"Well nice to meet you, sweetie!" Finnegan said, offering his finger for her to shake.

"Go on, sweetiebird, say hi to Finnegan." Corvenia said quietly. It took a second, but Finnegan's warm smile helped Nyxa get a little 'hello' out as she finally shook his finger sheepishly with a smile.

"Nyxa was actually wondering, Finnegan, if she could play with Nellie." Corvenia said. Nyxa looked up at Corvenia with confusion as she knew she didn't say that.

"Oh, sure! She'll get along with little Nellie just great! She's been waiting all day for ya!" Finnegan led the two birds inside, Nyxa immediately noticing a small, smiling vampire sitting on a pillow. The little vampire seemed to notice her back, an excited little glow in her facial expression.

"Go on, sweetie. Say hi to Nellie-Bell. I have to help Mr. Finnegan now." Corvenia said, gently nudging Nyxa to go say hi to little Nellie-Bell. Nyxa breathed in nervously, but then went over to Nellie and sat down a small distance from her, awkwardly. She didn't know what to do around babies, let alone a vampire baby. Nellie noticed her, cocking her head curiously.

Nyxa played with her feathers as she fluffed up nervously. Her mind was scrambling on what to say to Nellie. What do babies like? What do vampire babies like? Is she scared of crows? Can she smell my fear or something? This is impossible!

As her mind started to go blank, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Nellie crawling towards her. It startled her for a second since she wasn't expecting a baby to take to her that fast, but then Nellie stuck her tongue out playfully. Nyxa couldn't hold back a laugh, that was cute.

"H-Hi, Nellie." Nyxa managed to get out, smiling at the little vampire. Nellie made a noise in return, of course unable to say full words yet. Nellie then rested her head on Nyxa's leg, still with her tongue out. Nyxa laughed. "Yer really cute." she said, patting Nellie's head.

In the background, Finnegan and Corvenia noticed their daughters having their first interaction. They smiled at each other, having known these two would have an incredible bond together.

[soukokuforthesoul]

rain plastered auburn hair to chuuya’s forehead, and his expression was of utmost exhaustion. he fumbled with the keys, dropping them several times, barely catching them with his ability before he gave up. closing his hand into a fist, he knocked twice and waited, hoping the apartment wasn’t empty. the first good thing that day finally happened, as the door unlocked from the inside and opened to reveal a tentative atsushi. upon seeing who his visitor was, his eyes lit up, and he ushered chuuya in.

“chuuya-san, i wasn’t expecting you to make it, i thought— well, you said you were really busy at work,” atsushi rambled, as chuuya left his coat and hat hanging by the door (the drip drip dripping consistently annoying). “also i thought you had a key?”

“i do,” chuuya agreed, running a hand through the sopping mess of his hair. he’d been too tired to use his ability, and apparently his hat did nothing to even lighten the shower he’d received outside. “but it seemed more polite to knock”—an obvious lie, but who gave a fuck.

atsushi nodded and hurried off to retrieve a towel. he came back with a small hand towel, and chuuya used it to hastily dry off his hair. he’d managed to keep his clothes dryer, with the help of his coat, so at least he wasn’t tracking too much water here. he’d clean it up later, he told himself.

“i’m happy you came, though,” atsushi continued, as he lead chuuya to the bedroom he shared with kyouka. she was staying with some of the agency girls tonight, for a sleepover of sorts atsushi had said. he’d said a lot in his text, the one that sold chuuya into coming here today. it was why he was so tired—he’d hurried the fuck up in finishing as much work as possible beforehand so he’d have time to meet atsushi. god forbid he turned down such an offer, after atsushi tried so hard to make a nice day for someone like chuuya. (apparently he’d heard from a certain dazai-san that it was chuuya’s birthday and, as his boyfriend, he decided it was nothing short of an obligation to do something nice for him. the invitation to come over was partially due to the lack of time they had for each other, and partially due to the fact atsushi didn’t have enough money to buy a ‘proper’ present. chuuya thought that some time together was better than anything anyone could buy).

“like i’d miss some time with you,” chuuya said with an affectionate smile, sitting down on the floor. atsushi perched himself beside him, reaching out for the towel. chuuya let him take it, and atsushi made it his job to dry his boyfriend off, humming softly.

as he worked with the messy orange hair, atsushi’s eyes trailed over his boyfriend, and his hands paused. “you look tired, i hope i didn’t rush you…” he fretted, and scooted closer to wrap his arms clumsily around chuuya’s shoulders.

shaking his head, chuuya’s hands clasped the back of atsushi’s, tilting his head down to catch a quick kiss on the gloved hands of his lover. “boss dumped a fuck ton of paperwork recently, it’s not your fault. ‘sides, i chose to come today. wanted to be with you, and you can’t blame yourself for that,” he assured him, nestling back into the embrace. “unless we’re blaming the fact that you’re irresistible, then…”

atsushi’s lips tugged into a pout but he kissed the top of chuuya’s head—or, really, the towel—with a sigh. “i just don’t want you overworking yourself to see me.”

“think of it this way: i have an entire evening and night off, because you encouraged me to get work done earlier.” chuuya twisted out of his hold to settle on his lap, legs wrapping around atsushi’s waist. he kissed him gently, peppering his jaw with quiet ‘i love you’s’, eliciting in a flushed atsushi, who buried his face in the crook of chuuya’s neck.

after a moment, atsushi assented, lifting his head back up to press a prolonged kiss to chuuya’s lips. “okay,” he murmured. “are you hungry? i’ve got food.”

“sure,” chuuya agreed, though he stayed in atsushi’s lap for a few minutes longer, melting in the warmth.

eventually, they pulled apart, albeit reluctantly, and headed out the room. atsushi directed chuuya to the bathroom, handing him a spare set of clothes before going to the kitchen to lay out the food. when chuuya returned, clothes a size too big, he was greeted with a kiss to his cheek and a redirection to the table.

they ate over idle chatter, chuuya complaining about the weather and atsushi serving him as much food as he could (though chuuya turned it down after his second plate). then they bundled back up in the bedroom, on the futon atsushi had laid out. typically, kyouka’s was there, but since she was out and atsushi hadn’t wanted chuuya to sleep in the closet, he’d put it out in the open space. the blanket was wrapped around them, since chuuya kept shivering (must’ve been the rain), and atsushi was holding him tightly, nuzzling against him.

“one day, i’ll have more money… and can buy you a gift,” atsushi told him, voice hushed in the quiet of the room. “what would you like?”

“a day out with you,” chuuya murmured back. “i’ve got enough money to buy myself whatever, and honestly you need to save your money with how little the agency’s paying you. ‘sides, something bought is hardly anything compared to you.”

“you could buy me,” atsushi joked, referring to the bounty over his ability.

chuuya shook his head with a snort. “atsushi, i’m saying money isn’t—forgot the saying, what was it? money can’t buy happiness.”

“could buy us a day at a movie theater, or a festival, or something,” atsushi suggested.

“you fucking goof,” chuuya chastised, tilting his head up to catch a kiss to his jaw. “can it buy your kisses?”

atsushi grinned. “i think i’d get more out of that than you.” he snuggled closer, slotting his chin against chuuya’s clavicle and pressing his cheek to chuuya’s. “but i’m open to the idea.”

the distant sound of rain grew with the comfortable silence that settled in. it wrapped them up in their blanket and held them closer, until their eyes were fluttered close, and their breathing steadied out. after a long while, atsushi shifted, opening his eyes to look over at his lover. chuuya was fast asleep, nuzzled into atsushi’s arms, looking at peace. the sight brought a smile to atsushi’s face and he moved slowly, gently laying himself down with chuuya in his arms.

“happy birthday, chuuya-san,” he whispered, eyes closing. “i love you.”

and maybe, if he’d kept his eyes open for a moment longer, he would’ve seen the small smile that graced chuuya’s lips. instead, he felt him moving closer, arms tightening their hold around atsushi’s. a happy birthday chuuya had, indeed.

[sherriievalance]

ILL BE WATCHING YOU! paige bueckers.

SUMMARY: You—a new student from ASU just transferred to UConn for cheer, and start to see Paige everywhere you go on campus. ( first part of a new series ) WARNINGS: Second person point of view, fluff, cheerleader!reader, and that’s it!

You walked to your first class, it also being your first day at UConn. You had been transferred from ASU to UConn because of cheer stuff. But the way you had felt right now you couldn’t put into words.

You were used to Arizona, the nice weather, the hot burning sun, and most of all; used to ASU. ASU’s atmosphere, and the fact you had so many friends there.

Now it’s just you in the chilly Connecticut weather as you most definitely underdressed. You had worn leggings and an athletic top—which it was way too chilly for you to be wearing just that.

But as you pushed your thoughts away you stepped into the class, immediately heading for the back of the class.

You get yourself settled and pull out your laptop, hearing the professor ramble about something until he is shortly interrupted by a girl rushing in.

You see her apologize to the professor as she lightly jogs up the steps, sitting right next to you.

You’ve seen her before—maybe. She looked familiar you thought.

You are though quickly snapped out of your thoughts as she asks for a pencil, “Yo, you got a pencil at all? I kinda need one..” Her voice barely above whisper but still being able to hear the sheepish undertone to her voice.

You nod, “Oh yeah! I only have mechanical ones.” You smile, whispering back to her as you grab the pencil out your water bottle pocket on your backpack.

The girl swiftly grabs the pencil, immediately starting to write stuff down. “Thanks.” She shortly says, her gaze drifting back to you every few seconds.

You ignore her, not in a rude way but in a ‘I need to focus’ way.

“What’s your name?” She whispered again, tilting her head as her eyes flicker over your face.

You blink, you sort of mumbled your name as you were more focused on the professor. “Whats yours?” You ask right after, sort of interrupting the girl.

“My names Paige. It’s nice to meet ya.” Paige nodded, leaning back into her chair.

You nod, smiling politely as you go back to your work.

The class had finally ended an hour later, you had a break in between now and your next class. So you decided on going to the gym area—to just practice stretching and stuff. You had heard that a few other cheerleaders would be there so you weren’t nervous at all.

After walking around campus in attempt to find it you finally did, as you walked in you saw one side of the court with the cheerleaders and the other side with the basketball players.

You shrug as you get onto the court, lightly jogging over to where all the cheerleaders are.

The three other girls quickly introduced themselves, you introduce yourself after and immediately started clicking with them.

As you guys were stretching your gaze fell on Paige—the same Paige you saw in your first class.

As if she could feel your eyes on her, her eyes look right at you, making eye contact.

You awkwardly smile for a few seconds then go back to stretching, all of sudden feeling hot.

Paige on the other hand kept looking back at you, you being right there. Knowing Paige she’s never been scared to talk to any girls, that just wasn’t Paige. She’s usually cocky and quick to sweep girls off their feet—but you were different. You gave this giddiness in her chest when she saw you, and even though she’s seen you twice she knows you’re the one.

Paige gets interrupted as Kk stands next to her, following Paige’s gaze. “Ooo Paige has a crush!” Kk sarcastically says, laughing as she nudges Paige.

Paige’s face flushes and shakes her head, “I do not.” She defends herself, pushing Kk away.

Kk shrugs, “I meannn it sure look like you do.” She pauses, “Just talk to her or somethin.” She nonchalantly says, her gaze flickering between you and Paige.

Paige shakes her head, turning around to face the hoop. “I can’t and won’t, she’s different, I can’t just talk to her. And anyways she looks straight.” She shortly says, stumbling her words a little.

Kk snickers, “You won’t ever know unless you do somethin.” She mutters, going back to the other girls.

Paige turns her head, frowning a little, her gaze flickering back to you.

But as soon as her gaze went to you, yours already on hers.

You feel a light pink blush creep up to your ears, you smile at her.

Paige awkwardly returns the smile, nodding as she swiftly turns back around.

After an hour your mini cheer practiced had finally ended. You were sweaty like crazy as all your baby hairs were sticking to your forehead.

You said your goodbyes to all your cheer teammates a few of them walking with you, as you gave Paige one last smile as you said goodbye.

Paige stumbles her goodbye as she smiled back.

Kk comes up behind Paige, nudging her shoulder. “Yo, look what ya girl left.” She snickers, nodding her head towards your Stanley that you had left.

Paiges eyes look over to where Kk was nodding, immediately feeling that same giddiness in her chest. “I can bring her water bottle back to her, and I could talk to her!” Paige says excitedly, rushing to grab your light pink tumbler.

Kk nods, “Mhm.” She hums, turning back on her heels as she feels proud of herself.

Paige awkwardly holds your Stanley, bringing it close to her chest as she walks down the path you just went down.

Her gaze shoots around as it finally lands on you, Paige feels a nervousness in her chest as she walks up to you.

“Yo, you left your water bottle back there, and I just wanted to bring it back to you, so you have water for the rest of the day.” Paige somewhat confidently said but still stumbled over a few of her words.

You give her a wide smile, ushering your cheer teammates away. “Omg thanks Paige!” You beamed. As you grabbed your Stanley your fingers brushed against hers, a small blush appearing on your face.

“I don’t know what I would do without it.” You continued, having to look up at her to make proper eye contact.

Paige shrugs, “Yeah of course.” She nonchalantly says, her gaze flickering around your face.

“Well I’ll see you around, yeah?” You asked, tilting your head as your eyes scans Paige’s eyes.

Paige nods, dropping her mouth but pausing as she thinks of what to say. “Um yeah, I’ll see you around.” She try’s to say in a nonchalant manner again, but failing.

You give her one last smile as you turn on your heels, your heart racing as what feels like a thousand beats per minute.

While Paige’s is also, feeling a blush appear on her face as she walks back out onto the court.

this is going to a multi-fic series so be ready 👻

[paraphwrites]

dbda twilight au. we all know i was gonna write one eventually

crystal palace moves to a small town -port townsend, washington- to get away from her mom, who seems more invested in her art and her new fiancé philip than her ("it's pronounced phil-eep, darling, not philip, like some common american") -- and, more importantly, she needs to get away from her shitty ex, david. port townsend is just as shitty as you'd expect - rain, constantly, and cats, everywhere. her dad, mick, is fine enough, mostly keeps to himself and fishes.

she befriends litty (jessica) and kingham (lauren), who try to "show her the ropes," no matter how many times crystal insists she doesn't actually give a fuck about this school, and will be out of here in 18 months.

and then, she meets the cullens. there's three of them: edwin (edward), niko (alice), monty (jasper), and. their parents, jenny (carlisle) and maxine (esme), are apparently really young -barely thirty- and jenny is the best doctor in the state. and she's- intrigued is an understatement. they're so beautiful it physically hurts, and they're strangely pale. most of all, though, they're keeping to themselves, which naturally means crystal needs to fucking figure out what's up with them. litty says that they're, like, dating each other, even though they're adopted siblings, and that they would never date anyone else, so don't even bother

well, then crystal is assigned to be edwin's lab partner. and he's making this awful face the whole time, like she smells bad or some shit. she tries to confront him about his after class, but he immediately runs off, and disappears for the next two weeks.

when he finally does return, he's a whole other person. hella nice, asking all sorts of questions, but he asks them sort of off. like he isn't used to talking to people. which makes sense, because his family is always sitting at lunch dead silent, with a bag of eggs between them. no wonder he's socialized badly. she tries to shrug him off at first, because crystal palace has fucking pride, but she's really curious about him, and eventually that wins out.

and then he saves her life. and that really does throw a wrench in everything. because there was no fucking way he should have been able to stop a moving car.

so- his skin is cold as ice, and he's got inhumane skin, and he's hella pale- obviously a vampire.

she goes to the beach with litty and kingham and some other people who she doesn't know the names of -- maren something, and a guy who's name is chad or brad or something douchey. she breaks away from them pretty quickly. and then, she meets charles (jacob).

charles is- well, first of all, he's cute. secondly, he's really eager to talk to her. she's pretty sure he has a crush on her, which is validating, and also, like, extremely useful. because charles has an extensive knowledge of local lore. he's really happy to tell her, too. and eventually she gathers that, in fact, there are legends of vampires in port townsend, washington

it escalates pretty quickly, from that. the fucker saves her life, again, and this time, he can't hide it. so, they discuss. in the forest. at night. because crystal is a little stupid sometimes, okay?

eventually, it's figured out. he's a vampire. he lives with his vampire family in a vampire house in the middle of port townsend, washington, and he's been to high school thirty times.

"i could kill you," he says. he tears a tree from the ground to demonstrate.

"you'll get dirt under your nails," crystal replies, unimpressed. "what would the babes think?"

but so now crystal wants to meet his family, or else -- she's tired of hearing about them vaguely watching them from a distance. unsure of how else to proceed, he agrees.

of course, niko immediately is all over her. niko decides they're best friends, now, and that edwin doesn't get to hang out with crystal ever again, because edwin is lame and boring and 102, and she's only 84, so she's the much better choice.

it's eventually revealed that monty and edwin are, in fact, dating, so litty at least got that much right. but niko is very much single.

(crystal knows this because the first time they meet niko says, "hi!! i'm niko!! i'm 84, single, and think you're very cute.")

anyway, everything's going great. crystal practically moves in there. niko loves fashion and using crystal as a barbie doll, and crystal loves watching niko work, laughing and chatting for hours. crystal also gets the joy of insulting edwin's music taste ("debussy? really?") and using monty's tarrot cards to tell edwin that something mysteriously bad was going to happen soon

jenny invites her, one day, to play baseball with them. crystal is kind of apprehensive, at first, because peace and love, but none of them seem particularly athletic. she's pretty sure a strong breeze could knock monty over. but she reluctantly agrees, even though it's raining, because niko wraps her in her pink wool coat, and asks her pretty please, and also, because when she says yes, niko kisses her cheek and smiles like it's christmas.

so, yeah, they play baseball. it's actually fucking insane, because of how strong and fast they are. she watches with maxine, who point-blank refuses to play, and for the first time, ever, she feels at home.

and then, the vampires come. esther and thomas and a red-haired woman who doesn't give her name.

as soon as esther smells crystal, a human, the hunt is on.

it's all a blur, after that. niko and monty take her to arizona, while edwin stays behind to hold off esther, and jenny and maxine spread a fake-scent of crystal elsewhere. it's 48 hours of pure chaos.

and then, someone else kills esther.

a long-haired woman, running around in full nude. it's ruthlessly efficient. thomas and the red-haired woman take one look at her and immediately run the fuck away. edwin murmurs something sounding like "lilith," and then she is gone too, and it's over.

they take her back to washington.

[cody-paranatural]

do you have any pnat headcanons? :3

YES I DO.

I have!!!! A lot of them!!!!!

I will try to keep this relatively short but we’ll see how this goes lol.

Okay! So in no particular order:

- I need to get this one off of my chest. I don’t care about the wifi-spider from the twitter thing Spender is GAY. He got confused when a woman assumed he was asking her out 😭 The closest he’s ever been to ‘dating’ a woman was when he desperately asked Mina if she would pretend to be his date to one of his dad’s galas bc he was DESPERATE to keep them from realizing he was gay. But she really didn’t want to go there and so it ended up being the first gala he ditched completely and had a way better time because of it. It was the start of him actually being able to admit that he HATES living like this. I will die on this hill I cannot see this man as bisexual. Jean IS bi though.

- In my mind Mina is 100% the person Ms Baxter was referring to when she said she ditched her goth phase after a bad breakup in junior year. They’re exes. To ME. I want this to be true so bad.

- I don’t know why I started with the adults but I’m sticking by it for now. Anyway you literally can’t convince me that June and Shrike weren’t briefly a Thing in the past. It’s so real to me. I don’t think Shrike would’ve told June about her evil vampire fling turned boyfriend turned husband. But for comedic purposes if June DID know she would be so “I’m so happy for you and your ugly boyfriend” about it.

- Peter and June are so t4t and bi4bi. So are Shrike and Davy actually but I don’t know if the world is ready for that one. Listen I’m just saying that the Shrike timeline would get much simpler if you assume she wasn’t the one with the baby.

- Cody was a REALLY ugly baby. I needed a jumping point to get to the kids and this is one I feel strongly about. Because listen. He’s a cute little guy NOW. But this is a “butterfly was a caterpillar first” kinda situation. He needed to exorcise all the ugly genes he got from Davy as soon as possible. He suffered enough he deserves to look like his mother okay.

- I love the school store gang they’re all literally my best friends so here’s how I think the group came to be. To me Jeff and Violet live in the same neighborhood, and their parents are friends so they’ve been hanging out for a while. Very shortly before they started first grade they run into Ed, who got distracted by a spirit or something like that and ended up getting split up from Izzy and also maybe Dimitri. They had one fun day together and then saw each other at school and boom. They’re besties now :] And later on they ended up befriending my beloved weird girl herself Lisa Paranatural. I think she just like, sat next to them one day and became part of the group. No one can really tell when or how it happened it just did. It’s like she’s always been there. And Cody was the last one to join them. Until proven otherwise I just think that he most likely went to the rich kid elementary school, and didn’t meet any of them until the start of 6th grade. You CAN become that close with someone in a little over a year. It happened to me. And Max got attached to the activity club in a week so anything’s possible. The world is my oyster.

- I think Jeff has an older sister :] He just gives me that vibe, like he’s a younger brother FOR SURE. Also literally everyone is his family as a silly name, it’s a tradition. One of his mom is named Jedextraordinary Flavors or something equally as silly.

- Speaking of Jeff, he writes poetry. This is mostly inspired by him talking about the symbolism of his pencil and his desk in chapter 1. He’s 12 so it’s of very questionable quality, but he has a lot of fun with it.

- Isaac is a trans girl. And Violet is a non binary trans guy. These two are very important because I will be using my headcanon pronouns for them here ^-^

- Isaac and Cody don’t really know each other in real life but they DO know each other on like a Twilight forum. And they fight all the time. I think Cody really likes reading vampire novels. I think he finds the inaccuracies very funny. And Isaac genuinely really loves Twilight but would sooner Die than admit it bc she is terrified of being seen as cringe. They are interested in completely different aspects of the Twilight universe and also Cody clearly loves drama, just look at how he talks about the student council stuff. I just think it would be very funny okay.

- In a similar vein Cody listens to The Fever sometimes (DJ Mothman and Professor Bigfoot’s radio station) On page 49 he found what they had to say about Shrike funny so I think he’d enjoy hearing what else they have to say, though only to laugh at it. Where as Stephen takes it very seriously. I think any supernatural related conversation between Stephen and Cody would be Very Funny, but I also like to think that if they ever actually became friends it would start with them talking about the Fever.

- Sege’s full name has GOT to make up the word sergeant somehow. Either his middle name is Anthony or his last name is straight up the word ant or something that contains it. Serge is my special funny guy i needed to include him.

- Since Isaac’s parents are just irish Goku and irish Sailor moon I think her aunt should be irish Miku. I think her whole extended family just looks Like That. They’re all EXTREMELY normal though. They’r personalities don’t match their designs AT ALL. Isaac absolutely does not see the resemblance between his family members and the characters they look like and she’s the only one and it drives everyone else CRAZY

- This is more of a general headcanon but I think that at some point a spectral uploaded a photo they took where the spirits are doing something really stupid, but the action is treating it SO seriously. And it breaches contentment and spawns two different memes. The spectral version where people are hyping up the lamest spirits they’ve seen and the non-spectral interpretation of it where people think the joke is that there’s NOTHING in the photo.

- I think at some point in high school Isabel and Max get to be buzzcut brothers. Isabel fucked up her bangs so bad after impulsively cutting them that she decided that she’s just gonna go bald for a bit. Ed helped. It’s a good look on her but I don’t think she would stick by it all that long.

- This one is mostly a joke. But I think that at some point while saying his very questionable conspiracy theories Stephen somehow got everything spectral and spirit related 100% right, and then immediately decided that this theory is kinda stupid actually and decided that bigfoot makes way more sense

- Also. In my beautiful mind Cash Reward is gonna have puppies at some point. Because I want to see Stephen being WAYYY too invested in being a dog uncle (Cash Reward is like a sibling to them, you see)

- I think Isabel will really get into miniature crafting in high school. I don’t really have a good reasoning for this one, I think it’s something she started because it didn’t really seem like her thing, but it just ended up being something she really ended up enjoying after a while. This one might be me projecting a little though because I kinda want to get into it :P

- Dimitri learns how to code in his free time. It started because Suzy REALLY wanted the journalism club to have its own website, but was too impatient to learn it herself. So she decided that their editor guy should do it. And Dimitri ended up really enjoying himself. I think he and Ed tried to make a little game together at some point but had WILDLY different ideas for what they wanted it to be so it didn’t really end up going anywhere

- Ed learns how to play several instruments just because they can. This one is so true to real to me and I don’t even know why. They can play kazoo and the ukulele for SURE. They get an otamatone when they’re older. A harmonica too, perhaps.

[bi-writes]

simon knows something is wrong as soon as he comes home. (a little 18+, f!reader)

you're sitting on the floor of the living room. there's acrylic paint in your hair, and you're crying, eyes red and puffy cheeks wet. you're sitting around a floor of strewn about toddler toys, and you're rubbing your chest in the way that simon knows means your breasts are sore.

he shuts the door behind himself. there's dishes piled up in the sink. he smells something that's burnt. the kitchen table is littered with remnants still from breakfast, and there's clean laundry still piled up in the basket, forgotten next to the couch.

"wot the fuck is happenin'?"

you jump a little when you hear his voice, as if it's the first time you've noticed something in your house is different. you want to smile at him, but it falls short. simon kicks his boots off, hanging his jacket up, and he lets out a deep breath as he kneels down in front of you.

"hey, baby," he murmurs. you sniffle, wiping your face, and simon cups your cheeks to make you look at him. "wot happened?"

"he hates me," you whisper. "h-he hates me, simon, h-he said it."

"who hates ya, swee'eart?"

"joe," you whine. "i told him...i told him you wouldn't be here for supper, and he..." you start to cry. "he said he hates me. he wants you, he only wants you. he hates me..."

simon sucks on his teeth under the mask, shaking his head.

"mm...and where's our sweet girl then?"

"s-sleeping."

"havin' a nap?" he kisses you softly. "olright. time to pump, huh, love?" he cups under your breast tenderly, rubbing over your sore nipple. you sigh, nodding, and he nudges his nose against yours. "olright. you 'ave a go. take a nice bath. have somethin' ta eat."

you collapse against his chest in a fit of soft tears. he wraps an arm around your shoulders, holding you close, and he rubs your back gently.

"we'll 'ave a chat," simon murmurs. "sort this out."

"i-i'm sorry, simon."

"no need ta be sorry, baby. i've got it."

"i...i wanted to have it, too. i wanted..."

simon rubs a thumb over your face gently.

"you do, baby. you've got it. i know you do. there now, that's a girl..."

it takes a few minutes to get you to go into your shared bedroom. when he sees you relaxed as you get your breast bump, he makes his way down the hall, to where your son's bedroom door is just ajar.

when he pushes it open, it creaks. simon sighs as he sees your little boy sitting on the carpet, playing with his trains. he's quiet, which is unusual; when he comes home, normally his son is bounding towards him, jumping up and down, so happy and excited to see his father. now, he looks shy, and he won't acknowledge him.

"oi," simon murmurs gently. "that a way to greet me, lad?"

his son just shrugs. he looks up at him, the picture of shame, and simon closes the door behind him as he takes a seat on the little bed. it creaks under his great weight, but it holds up. simon looks positively funny—he takes up most of the bed, and he has to hunch over to get closer to his son.

"i missed you very much. been gone awhile, haven't i?"

his son just shrugs again.

"'n i come home, and i see y'r mum covered in rubbish, very upset. would y'like ta tell me wot tha's about? huh, joe?"

his son, predictably, just shrugs.

"y'r mum thinks y'hate her," simon continues. "tha' true?"

shrug.

"oi," simon's voice hardens, but it's still gentle. "i'm havin' a conversation with you, lad. i'd like it very much if y'gave me y'r attention."

joe finally stops touching his trains. he sniffles, looking up at simon, and simon tilts his head to the side. when they meet eyes, simon tries to be less intimidating. he wants his son to know he's done something wrong, but he doesn't want to scare him.

"y'r mum thinks you hate her. tha' true?" he asks again. when joe shakes his head, simon narrows his eyes. "then why'd ya say it?"

"wanted a lolly."

"uh huh. but mummy said it was supper time, didn't she?"

"yeah."

"so you hate her?"

"no."

"then why'd ya say it?"

"i dunno," joe shrugs. he frowns a little, thinking, and simon is satisfied with this reaction. punishing joe never works; taking away his toys, his coloring books, playtime, it never works. joe is like you—too smart for his own good. he learns when he's confronted with the truth. "i wanted..."

"ya wanted to hurt her," simon finishes. "like you think she hurt you."

joe turns back to his trains. simon sits up, taking a deep breath.

"one day," simon murmurs, "y'r gonna love someone the way i love y'r mummy."

"i am?" joe is interested. he turns his head a little, blinking up at his dad, and simon just nods. realistic. honest.

"right," simon tells him. "y'r gonna love them 'n y'r gonna wanna protect them, like i want to protect y'r mum. you can't stop everyone from hurtin' them, but i would hope that at least it...wouldn't be family. tha's y'r mum, mate. i remember when y'were the size of a tiny bean, inside of her tummy, yeah? she was so happy. 'n when y'were born, she cried so much. said y'were the most wonderful thing, said she would love you more than anythin', more than me." simon chuckles. "was a bit jealous of ya for a bit, won't lie. 'n she does. loves you with all of herself. tells me all the time."

"she does?" joe's eyes are big and bright now. he feels bad. he's sad.

"tha's right," simon mutters. "'n when i'm gone, i'm not here to protect y'r mum, so i thought you'd be a big help, but here we are, joe. 'n y'r mine, mate, all mine, but y'r mum is special to me, y'hear tha'? she's my special girl. my special girl tha' loves you more than herself, so i need you to go tell her y'r sorry, and i need you to mean it."

joe stands up onto his little legs, and simon watches as he toddles over to simon. simon scoops him up into a big hug, and joe wraps his arms around his neck and buries his face into his shoulder.

"i'm sorry," joe whimpers, and simon rubs his little head gently. "i-i don't hate her, i-i got...m-mad..."

"tha's olright," simon whispers. "you can get mad. but ya can't hurt y'r mum. she does oll the heavy liftin' when 'm gone, and...can't do tha'. won't 'ave it."

"i-i won't. i-i won't anymore—"

"good lad..."

when it's quiet in the house, and the babies are sleeping, simon is rubbing lotion into your hands gently. you're tired from feeding the baby, and you're tired from scrubbing the paint out of your hair, but now simon is home, and he's here, and your son sobbed in your arms blubbering about how much he loves you, how he's sorry.

"you come home, and everything..." you sniffle, "everything just gets better again. i-i...why am i so bad at this, simon?"

"you're not bad," simon tells you. "i'm the bastard, baby. the one leavin' ya here...all alone..." he sighs. he pushes your hair out of your face, thumbing at your cheek. "work so hard, love. make my life so easy."

"easy?" your eyes water. you reach up and clutch his forearm, leaning into him. "what you do is so hard, simon. a-and...and so scary."

simon shakes his head, meeting your eyes. you look tired. you look beautiful, but you look tired, and he feels it—he knew one day he would feel it, but he didn't realize that day would come so soon. it's time. it's time for him to come home. it's time to put the papers in, to stomach the desk job, to bite the bullet, because he won't leave you and come back like this. not again. he can't do it. not to you.

"my pretty girl," simon mutters. he licks over his teeth, moving his hand lower to cup your jaw in a big palm. you arch up to meet him, fisting his shirt, and you open your mouth as he bends to kiss you. his tongue is hot against yours; he devours you from the inside out, kissing you wet and eager. you whimper softly, sinking into him, and he smiles into the kiss when he feels you nearly liquefy underneath him. "open, swee'eart."

you do. you let your jaw hinge and mouth fall open, and you accept his fingers easily. you tongue at the pads of his fingers, closing your mouth around them and sucking softly. when he removes them, he slips them under the shirt you wear, where he finds you soft and warm and wet between the thighs. he tucks his fingers under the gusset of your panties, and he feels all the blood swell into his cock when he has to feel between a nearly full bush to find your puffy clit.

"didn't want to touch it while you were gone," you whisper.

"yeah?" simon smirks, slipping two fingers inside of you. his thumb keeps its place on your clit, and your toes curl as you leak onto his palm. "why's tha', love?"

"b-because...because..."

"cause why, baby?"

"cause...c-cause it's yours, simon. your pussy."

"tha's right," simon hums. "my pussy."

[mutable-manifestation]

Okay but-

dp & dc are in different dimensions AU + Danny looks a lot like Superman & Bruce AU + post-Phantom reveal

Jack Fenton ends up in DC-verse - either because he got hit by a ghost attack or messed up a new invention or fell through a natural portal while exploring the zone with the fam - and appears in the middle of Metropolis right next to Superman just after the end of a fight.

The thing about Jack is that he's not just tall, he's Broad. He absolutely dwarfs Superman - who starts floating because who is this where did he come from are we about to fight and why does he look so familiar???

And Jack sees this guy who looks for all the world like he'd imagine Danny would in his 30s. And the guy is floating.

The symbol on his chest is different, but if Danny made a hero costume for his human form of course it would be different!

And Jack knows about time travel, so he just thinks he got thrown through time. So he's just-

"Son!" *hugs*

Superman: uh-

Jack: You've grown so much! I always knew you'd get the tall genes, sonny!

Superman, realizing this guy looks startlingly like Jor-El: D...dad?!? Wh- how are you here!?

Jack: Ahaha! You're old man seems to have been thrown through time! Not to worry! I'll find a way back, or my name's not J- *gets cut off by a loud explosion in the background*

Superman, realizes he didn't start cleanup & a robot just its fuel tank on fire: IhavetogowaithereI'llberightback!!!

Jack: Go get 'em [Danno - name incomprehensible due to another explosion. For reference - while an explosion wouldn't normally block Supes' hearing well enough, but these are bc either there's kryptonite nearby now or there was and his hearing was damaged while he was weak and is still healing. roll with it it's funny]!

While waiting, Jack goes to grab snacks from a nearby convenience store. He sees "Danny" when he's about to leave and Kool-Aid Mans through the wall in his excitement. This does not help anyone realize the misunderstanding

Jack is absolutely loading him down with snacks and drinks and "look they had blue raspberry flavor!" because that's Danny's favorite but Superman just thinks he really wants him to try it

he's also showering him in praise. Just "you gave that robot what-for!" and "my boy the hero!" and "I'm so proud of you!" and on and on like slinging an arm over his shoulder and Superman is trying very hard not to cry bc yeah there's the Jor-El in the fortress of solitude but that's just an AI. It's not really his dad.

And now his real dad is here and proud of him!!!

Anyway one tearful reunion and a complete failure to clear things up later, Jack is in the Watchtower. Superman wants to ask him to stay in the future/join their team and wants help explaining the fate of Krypton (because his father wants to go back. this is clearly a Jor-El who does not yet know of his home planet's fate)

Jack Fenton has a habit of declaring his name for all to hear. Supes gets his hearing all healed up, but now Jack just gets interrupted.

"*something* or my name isn't J-!"

Someone enters the room

"Nice to meet you I'm- *deep gasp* is that a [technology]!?"

It's kind of heartbreaking for Clark, seeing just how carefree and happy his father was, before the fate of Krypton weighed so heavy on his conscience.

Hey it’s important to me that you know this Jack Fenton is six inches taller than Superman

Superman is 6’3

Jack Fenton is 6’9

Jack Fenton can fully big spoon Superman like a delicate wee lad

You’re welcome

[meowdei]

Sukuna who was never close to his twin brother and never cared about the pipsqueak runt of a kid who’s his nephew.

He doesn’t care and doesn’t want to be associated with that bullshit. His brother doesn’t take the hint ever and invites him to everything. “My sons’s birthday party” this and “my son’s kindergarten graduation” that. What sort of graduation is meant for a kindergartener anyway? That’s a load of nonsense. But Jin is as annoying as ever with insisting on keeping contact and trying to get Sukuna involved and he hates it until by some tragedy out of nowhere, his brother and sister and law are dead. Yuuji’s left an orphan and no one can care for that kid because there’s no one left.

No one except Sukuna.

They ask him, too. The social workers. They turn to him and say some pitiful script about being “the only family left to take custody of him.” He knows pretty well what’s going to happen to the pipsqueak if he doesn’t agree. The foster care system and the possible horrors such a bright (even if annoying) kid could face makes him question saying no for a second. He’s surprisingly conflicted.

And it’s out of sheer impulsiveness alone does he end up as a single, grumpy, begrudging uncle who’s got custody of a child he never really cared to know in the first place.

And then he meets you.

Sweet, bubbly, warm, and so weirdly happy. Dictionary definition of what an elementary school teacher should be. Yuuji’s absolute favorite person on the planet as he waves hello at you enthusiastically every time that Sukuna drops him off and goodbye every time that Sukuna picks him up.

“I heard his new guardian would be his uncle. It’s nice to meet you,” you murmur to him the first day he picks up Yuuji after school, a look of pure melancholy on your face as you stare at him with an unearthly amount of compassion and sympathy. “Yuuji’s parents were wonderful people. I’m really sorry for your loss.”

“Wasn’t that close with either of them,” he grunts out. You look over at where Yuuji’s gleefully playing on the slide of the playground. Too young and innocent to realize that’s been ripped away from him. Too naive to understand what it means to grieve. Too hopeful about the world around him to realize just how cruel it can really be.

“Oh,” you murmur, nodding slowly.

He thinks that your unnaturally kind demeanor will finally be broken for a split second of judgement. What sort of heartless bastard doesn’t feel an ounce of grief for his own brother’s death? Instead, however, you seem to look at him with some weird sense of wonder.

“You’re a good uncle for stepping up regardless,” you say softly, “it’s more than what most would do in your shoes.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he clicks his teeth, unbearably uncomfortable with how weirdly sentimental this all is. “He’s just a five year old. How much trouble could he be?”

You raise a brow in amusement, eyeing him like he’s got one hell of a surprise waiting for him. He doesn’t like the vague way you hum, “Yeah. How could such a little human cause trouble, right?”

“I’ve got it under control,” he grumbles, a little annoyed that you seem to think that out of all things, a simple child would be enough to cause Sukuna any issues.

“Let me know if you need anything,” you smile.

Yuuji calls to you from the distance, squealing look what I can do! before he does a rather clumsy spin. Sukuna raises an unimpressed brow. You clap and praise him with an exaggerated gasp of approval.

It’s oddly endearing, he thinks to himself—you, not the kid. The kid’s barely tolerable.

“C’mon, you brat,” Sukuna calls. And then he looks at you and gruffly adds, “And I don’t need help.”

“Okay,” you grin brightly. It almost feels like you’re saying that a little sarcastically. “I’m sure you’ve got this parent thing down.”

Before he can even correct you that he’s an uncle, not parent, Yuuji comes running over on clumsy, short little legs and grabs onto Sukuna’s hand.

“C’mon, Uncle ‘Kuna!”

Sukuna doesn’t miss the way your eyes soften. Weirdly enough, he feels this odd sort of squeeze in his chest that doesn’t make any sense. Maybe he’s just getting old—that has to be it.

[sunniques]

— 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞

the one where heeseung spirals into a twisted obsession after meeting his lovely stepdaughter.

➺ PAIRING: lee heeseung x female reader

➺ GENRE: stepdad au, a/b/o au, smut

➺ WORD COUNT: 9.2k

➺ CW/TW: alpha!heeseung, omega!reader, stepcest, infidelity, age gap, obsession, possessiveness, grinding, begging, spanking, spitting, fingering, biting, daddy kink, breeding kink, size kink, hand job, pussy slaps, oral sex (f), squirting, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, knotting

NOTE: don’t like, don’t read.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Heeseung has always had obsessive tendencies.

Ever since he was a kid, he would fixate on something (or someone) until it became his or until he grew sick of it. His parents had brushed it off as a normal alpha disposition. They claimed he was territorial like any other alpha, so there was nothing to really worry about. Even back then, Heeseung knew that obsessive was a better word to describe him. Either way, because of this enabling, he never tried to correct his behavior despite knowing it wasn’t entirely normal.

As the years passed, Heeseung was able to control himself better (for the most part). After college, nothing really grabbed his attention the way it used to, and he mistakenly thought it was because he had finally grown out of his obsessive tendencies.

That undesirable part of him lay dormant for so long that he was able to lead a normal life. He even found a nice beta to settle down with. She was older than him and willing to placate him in every way. Even though Heeseung didn’t love her, she gave her entire heart to him. His selfishness allowed him to accept everything she was willing to give him, and he never once felt bad about it. After all, his wife wanted nothing more than to support him and make him a better man. Which she sort of did. At some point, Heeseung was convinced that he was slowly shedding the obsessive part of his personality completely thanks to his wife.

That illusion shattered the moment he met his wife’s daughter.

Heeseung always knew his wife had a daughter that was in college because she told him about you on their second date. Honestly, he’d put the information in the back of his mind because his wife made it clear that you had your own life and weren’t all that interested in hers. According to her, you deviated from the typical omega because you weren’t affectionate or clingy. She made the offhand comment that your unnatural disposition is the reason you haven’t gone through your first heat despite being well past the age for it.

Even though he thought that was beyond strange, he didn’t care enough to ask more. After all, he would probably only ever see you a few times a year.

It’s a hot summer day when Heeseung meets you. His wife isn’t all that thrilled about you coming over, but apparently you need to get something from her that can’t wait for another time. There are no secrets in his marriage, but for the first time ever, his loving wife refuses to tell him what it is that you need so badly.

Heeseung comes downstairs when he hears his wife open the door. Her greeting is unenthusiastic, and he manages to catch the tail end of an awkward hug. At first he thinks it’s because of your supposed aversion to affection, but when he watches his wife shove a small bag in your hands like it’s some big inconvenience, he thinks maybe you’re not the problem.

Once he gets closer, he’s hit with an unnaturally sweet scent at full force. It’s mouth-watering and dizzying in the best way. The beast inside him wants nothing more than to bury its nose in the source and never come up for air.

“Honey!” His wife exclaims as she leads you to the living room. “Come here. I want you to meet someone.”

The second he lays his eyes on you—a pretty college girl that has yet to go through her first heat—he’s unable to control the familiar dark feeling building in his chest. His pulse starts to race, and right then he realizes that his wife hadn’t helped him break his obsessive streak at all.

Your alluring eyes and bashful smile are completely entrancing. They radiate an intense beauty he didn’t believe existed in this world. Somehow, Heeseung is able to hide the dark desire consuming him as he introduces himself. Your voice is soft and gentle when you say your name as if you’re still wary of him. He finds it adorable, and so damn tempting. Already, his cock is twitching and coming alive.

“Why didn’t your little boyfriend come with you?” Your mom’s voice yanks Heeseung out of his trance.

A sickening feeling pinches his gut. Boyfriend?

“Jake and I aren’t together anymore, mom.” You say it so indifferently that Heeseung has to hold back a sigh of relief. “I told you that last time we talked.”

Not that you having a boyfriend would have posed too much of a problem, but it definitely would’ve made things more difficult for him.

“Are you staying for dinner, Y/N?” Heeseung wonders, hoping you’ll say yes.

You tilt your head slightly, eyes shifting beside him to exchange a look with your mom. Whatever you see on her face makes you shake your head. Your pretty lips pull down slightly in genuine regret. “No—Sorry. Maybe next time.”

Heeseung resists the urge to shake off his wife’s touch when her hands snake around his arm. He can feel her smile against his bicep. It’s revolting and puzzling. Why wouldn’t she want her own daughter around?

“That’s okay, sweetie. We’ll have dinner some other time whenever you’re free.”

She sounds smug, but you don’t offer her any reaction. All you do is politely say your goodbyes before hastily leaving the house.

If Heeseung were any other man, he would’ve been happy to have his wife all to himself again. However, all he can think of is you now. His hidden stepdaughter who evoked emotions from him that are intense enough to fuel the sprouting of an obsession.

“Classes start soon,” Heeseung mentions casually the next morning. “Does Y/N usually stay on campus?”

The sour look on his wife’s face is quickly masked when she takes a sip of her coffee. “She started living with that Jake boy after she graduated high school. He has an apartment near the university.”

Heeseung tries not to sneer at the mention of the boy who had clearly been an important part of your life. “It didn’t bother you that she ran off to live with some boy so soon after finishing school?”

His wife scoffs. “She was already an adult when she decided to live with him. It’s not like I could stop her.”

More like she didn’t want to.

“Invite her to stay with us.”

The words are casual and could be seen as considerate to anyone who didn’t know of the dark intentions looming in Heeseung’s mind. His wife almost chokes on her drink when she hears his suggestion. Her eyes widened the slightest bit. An unsettling amount of rage swims in her irises as his suggestion sinks in. It’s gone within a few seconds, but he caught it.

“Honey,” her voice is tight. “That’s very nice of you, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” Heeseung challenges, raising an eyebrow at the fumbling woman.

“I– She—She probably won’t want to,” his wife clears her throat to cover up how flustered she feels. “I’m sure she already made plans to stay with one of her friends instead.”

“Call her.” It’s not a suggestion anymore. “Tell her to come stay with us.”

And that’s the moment his obsession began to spiral out of control.

It’s obvious that your mother isn’t thrilled about having you around, but Heeseung feels the exact opposite. Unlike his wife’s malicious description of you, you’re so unbearably sweet and polite to him that he can’t help but be completely endeared by you. He’s not sure if it’s his natural instinct or the inappropriate feelings he has, but he basks in the emotions you evoke from the depths of his heart.

You’re a sweet girl through and through, always offering to help around the house, or keeping him company when your mom’s working late. Heeseung can tell you genuinely like to help him and spend time with him which makes him all the more crazy for you.

This is incomparable to how he feels when he realizes how comfortable you’ve gotten around him. When Heeseung told you to treat his home as your own, you took him up on the offer (much to his pleasure). You sometimes walk around in a tiny nightie that barely covers anything or tiny sleep shorts and a thin tank top that does nothing to hide the fact that you aren’t wearing a bra.

“Good night, Hee,” you’d call from the door sweetly, leaning against the doorframe with an alluring smile.

His cock would spring awake, loving how you slowly started to use cute little nicknames for him. Heeseung can tell it bothers his wife. Her face twists the tiniest bit any time she hears you call him Hee. Not that he cares. In fact, he was quick to put her in her place when she scolded you for not calling him Mr. Lee. Much to her displeasure, Heeseung made it clear to both of you that you can call him whatever you want.

Making his wife upset was the last thing he cared about because nothing was more important than you and your happiness.

Heeseung usually doesn’t get up so early, but ever since he’s gotten used to sleeping next to his wife, he always notices when she’s not in bed next to him. He looks at his phone to see that it’s four in the morning. Just before sleep can claim him again, he hears faint voices. Even through the sleepy haze, he can tell it’s an unfriendly conversation.

Immediately, his mind goes to you. The thought that something might be happening to you or upsetting you has him springing out of bed. He speedwalks down the hall to your room. You have the second biggest one in the house not only because he wanted you to have the best, but because he wanted you close to him.

“—being serious. Don’t bother Heeseung while I’m away.” His wife’s harsh voice makes his stomach turn unpleasantly. “He’s a busy man, and I don’t want you getting on his nerves.”

“I won’t, mom.” You sound tired.

“Good,” she snaps. “And be grateful that he’s letting you stay here for free. Remember he can change his mind any time.”

Never.

“I know that,” you sound so down that Heeseung wants to gather you in his arms and reassure you that he’d never do something despicable like that. “I won’t get in his way”

“You better not,” your mom hisses. “I mean it, Y/N. We better not get back to find the house smelling like all your little friends.”

Now Heeseung wishes his business trip didn’t fall at the same time as your mother’s. She wouldn’t be berating you so much if he was staying behind. It’s especially infuriating because he explicitly told you it was okay to have friends over, just no boys. You laughed sweetly and promised him just that there would be no one over at all. It made him a bit sad because he didn’t want you being overly cautious.

“I’m not that irresponsible, mom. Like, I’m obviously not going to bring random people to a house that’s not mine.”

That feels like a punch to the gut. Heeseung had worked so hard to make you feel like this was your home, and it pisses him off that your mom is destroying all that work. Never in a million years would he have thought that his biggest obstacle in making you see this house as your own would be your own mother.

“Good. Also, don’t go into my room while I’m gone. I don’t need it smelling like you—”

Heeseung has to walk away. He can’t stand listening to his wife anymore. It makes him sick to his stomach to think that this is what you used to put up with all the time. No wonder you ran off to live with your ex as soon as you were able to.

His wife leaves in a few hours for the airport, and he decides right then and there that he’s going to show you the love you deserve.

Later that morning, Heeseung goes down to the living room to wait for you to wake up. He plans to spend the day with you and make sure you know that he doesn’t mind having you around. Luckily for him, he doesn’t have to wait long. You come downstairs shortly after in a pair of sweats and a large shirt, looking unbelievably cute. 

“Good morning, Hee,” you say with a sleepy smile.

“Morning,” he says in a strained voice. It takes everything in him not to call you a cute pet name like he desperately wants to. “Come watch TV with me.”

Heeseung pats the spot next to him with a pretty smile that makes your heart jerk. You can’t deny that the invitation excites you. And so, in spite of the nerves you feel, you go sit by him.

“I’m happy we can spend some time together,” Heeseung hums as he leans back against the cushions, stretching an arm over the back of the couch. “Come here.”

You’re such a good girl that you don’t hesitate to snuggle up under his arm. Heeseung feels completely alive when you make yourself comfortable against him. This is what his life should constantly be like. He drapes his arm across your shoulders and squeezes you against him. Heeseung can’t resist the temptation and presses a gentle kiss on the side of your head. You whimper softly when you feel his lips graze your ear.

Heeseung smirks into your hair and presses another gentle kiss to the tip of your ear. His cock twitches when he sees you press your thighs together but make no attempt to move away. He lets out a pleased hum and starts to press more kisses on the side of your head. Eventually, those sweet pecks start to trail down your neck. Now you can’t hold back your soft sighs of pleasure.

“You feel good, baby?” He wonders against your skin before he starts to bite and suck on it.

You tilt your head to give him more access. “Y-Yeah.”

It’s wrong, but your nipples get hard under your shirt, and you’re starting to feel hot all over. 

“Fuck. You have no idea what you do to me.”

You let out a quiet moan, mind swimming. “God, Hee.”

Heeseung nips at your neck. “Be a good girl for daddy, baby. Give me a kiss.”

As if you’re in a trance, you turn to meet his dark eyes before leaning in. Your eyes close when his lips meet yours. His lips are impossibly soft, and you moan when his tongue runs across your bottom lip before he forces it in your mouth. He kisses you with an urgency that makes you feel dizzy. Heeseung groans, cock throbbing as he tastes you to his desire. You’re just as sweet as he thought you’d be.

You whine when your stepdad reluctantly pulls away.

“You want more?” His smile is sweet yet teasing.

The way you nod has his cock twitching in his pants. He gives into your silent request, groaning as he kisses you again. Your tongues tangle together as he devours you, acting like your lips are the sweetest things he’s ever tasted. Every movement is passionate and is making your pussy pulse with need. Once again, it ends too quickly for your liking.

“Another one,” you demand cutely. “Please.”

Your stepdad’s smirk is so attractive, and it matches the heat in his eyes. Heeseung raises his eyebrow at you teasingly before he’s leaning back in to give you what you want. He groans into your mouth again when he feels one of your hands rest on his thigh.

Heeseung kisses you with more need as he slowly guides your hand to his very prominent bulge. He smirks when you gasp into his mouth after feeling how hard he is. You don’t fully pull away, so he uses that to playfully bite your bottom lip. Your cunt clenches at the action as your wide eyes look where your hand is cupping his dick.

“Look how hard you made me, sweetheart,” Heeseung whispers as he presses a gentle kiss on your temple. “Be a good girl and pull my cock out.”

Arousal is clouding your mind, which is why you don’t hesitate to do as he says. You unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants until you see his underwear. Licking your lips, you pull on his waistband while your other hand pulls his dick out.

Heeseung groans deeply as soon as your soft hand touches his hot skin. You’re gawking at it so cutely, and it’s obvious that you can’t look away. He smirks as his cock throbs in your hand.

Your stepdad’s dick is long and girthy. It’s also really fucking pretty—the prettiest one you’ve ever seen. Your mouth waters as you realize that it’s way bigger than Jake’s. The thought of taking it makes your pussy clench in anticipation. Your fingers slowly trail up the prominent veins to tease the leaking head. Fuck. You know it’s going to feel amazing.

“Shit, baby,” Heeseung groans. “Touch me as much as you want. Daddy’s cock is all yours.”

As if to prove his point, his dick twitches in your hand and more precum oozes from his fat tip. You run your fingers through the sticky mess, smearing it along the length as you start to caress the soft skin.

“It’s so big,” you whisper in awe as your clit pulses with need.

Heeseung groans and squeezes you into his side. The hand that’s hanging off your shoulder slowly trails down your body until it’s slipping inside your loose sweats. Heeseung’s cock leaks steadily as he goes to cup your hot cunt. Your stepdad shoves his face into your neck and groans. His lips drag against your skin as you use your hand to work his dick.

“Is this all for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you whine as you start to roll your hips into his hand to get some friction. “Never been so wet before.”

Heeseung almost cums from your words alone. He pulls back to watch you grind your needy pussy into his palm. Your nails dig into his bicep as he presses his hand against you harder. Thet soft moans you’re letting out are driving him crazy. He bucks his hips into your hand, and you take the hint and move your hand faster.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my hand like a good little girl. My good girl,” he growls.

“Daddy,” you whine as your juices start to wet his hand.

“God, you’re perfect,” he grunts after kissing your cheek sweetly. “So fucking good for me.”

Slowly, he slips his hand out of your sweats and orders you to pull them off. Your core burns with need as you get off the couch to do as he says. 

“Come here.”

Heeseung pulls you into his lap so your back is against his chest. He holds your hips as his soft lips brush against your ear. 

“Take your panties off.”

You arch your hips up and slide your underwear down your legs until they’re all the way off. Heeseung groans when he sees your bare pussy. Your stepdad hooks your legs over thighs so your pussy is spread and on display for him. He whispers a quiet be good before he slaps his hand on your sensitive clit. You cry out when he spanks your cunt again.

“You like getting your pussy slapped, don’t you, little girl?”

Your toes are curling in your socks as you arch back into Heeseung, grinding down on the dick you feel against your ass. He starts to fuck it between your plump cheeks, groaning at how filthy you are. He fucking loves it.

“Yes, daddy,” you gasp out wantonly. “I love it when you slap my little pussy.”

Heeseung smirks and gives your swollen clit another stinging slap. Your body jerks like you’ve been electrocuted, and you moan loudly from the tingling feeling coursing through your pussy. The smacks keep coming, each harder than the last. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your stepdad keeps spanking your throbbing pussy. At this point, you can’t do anything other than moan. 

Heeseung stops his movements to slip his middle and ring fingers into your tight hole. You’re completely submerged in pleasure as you feel his wedding band glide against your slick walls.

“Fuck, little girl,” Heeseung laughs delightedly. “Even your mom doesn’t get this wet for me. You’re just a perfect little slut, aren’t you?”

You clench hard around his fingers at those words. Your hips are rolling, grinding your ass into his wet cock while you fuck his fingers deeper into your pussy.

“Oh?” Heeseung’s voice gets deeper. “You like hearing that your stepdad likes you better than your mom?”

You’re moaning again as you dizzily nod your head. “Yes, fuck. Tell me how you like my pussy better than hers, daddy.”

Heeseung moans, fucking his cock faster against your plump ass. “Shit, baby. You know you’re better than your mom. Ever since she introduced me to you, I knew you were better.”

“Daddy!” You moan loudly as his fingers continue to plunge into you at a quick pace.

Heeseung feels you tightening around his fingers. Your cunt is so hot and tight, and he knows it’ll feel better wrapped around his cock. He starts to plant wet kisses on your neck, wanting to push you over the edge.

“You gonna cum for daddy, baby?”

Those words are enough to get you to do just that. The coil in your stomach snaps as you cum around your stepdad’s long fingers. 

Seeing you cum on his lap helps Heeseung reach his own climax. He cums with a groan of your name, grinding his cock into your soft ass as he releases his thick cum on your lower back. Your stepdad slowly pulls his fingers out of your pussy with a lewd wet sound before bringing them to his mouth and sucking on them. His moan makes your core throb all over again.

“So fucking sweet.”

Before you can say anything in response, Heeseung’s ringtone cuts through the silence. He tugs you closer as he goes to answer the phone. You’re too distracted to listen to what’s being said, but you come to your senses when Heeseung grumbles something about heading to the airport right away.

“You’re leaving?”

It kills Heeseung to hear how vulnerable you sound. He buries his face in your neck again, scenting you to reassure you that him leaving has nothing to do with what just happened.

“The clients want to meet sooner than planned. I have to go.”

You can feel his pout against your skin, and your heart thrums with fondness. Heeseung has always been unexpectedly cute in your eyes. That’s why it was so easy for you to give into him.

“Okay,” you relax against him. “I understand.”

As always, you’re a perfect angel through and through. Heeseung presses a soft kiss to your neck before he helps you stand. Immediately, he helps you clean up before going upstairs to shower. He really doesn’t want to leave, but he can’t act irresponsibly no matter how badly he wants to. And now that he knows you want him just as much as he wants you, he’ll have plenty of time to make you all his.

Once Heeseung has all his things, he goes downstairs to find you waiting for him. He gathers you in his arms, not really wanting to let you go. When he pulls back, he gives you a passionate kiss to remind you that he doesn’t regret what’s happened between you two.

“When you get back, can we play some more?” You ask hopefully.

Heeseung grunts softly at the imagery he’s creating in his head. “Of course, baby. I’m all yours now.”

Coming back home from a long and tiring business trip isn’t anything new for Heeseung. What is new is the excitement he has to get home. He knows you’ll be waiting for him, and he can’t wait to show you how much he’s missed you.

The excitement he feels is ruined completely when he gets off his plane and finds his wife waiting for him. It’s an unpleasant surprise, but she doesn’t realize just how badly she ruined the day. Heeseung almost wishes he would’ve asked for a divorce before he boarded the plane. At least then he wouldn’t have had to deal with her right when he got back home.

“How was the trip, honey?”

“Fine,” Heeseung’s voice is curt, but once again, his wife seems impervious to his obvious attitude.

He doesn’t ask about her trip, but she tells him anyway. She talks all the way back to the house as if Heeseung is actually listening to her. In reality, he’s an expert in blocking her out at this point. This time is way easier since all his thoughts are filled with nothing but you.

The house is quiet when they arrive, and Heeseung barely holds back from calling your name. Your mom is obviously not interested in seeing you because she suggests going out for dinner after they go upstairs and put their things away. He doesn’t feel bad for turning down her suggestion with the excuse of being jet lagged.

As soon as Heeseung and his wife get on the second floor, the overwhelming scent of an omega in heat hits them. Heeseung’s cock comes alive instantly, getting completely hard in less than a minute. Without waiting for his wife to follow, he goes directly toward your room where the pungent smell is coming from.

Heeseung throws your door open without bothering to knock. What he finds is devastating to him. You’re laying in the middle of the large bed in nothing but a large shirt, eyes screwed shut as you tremble in pain. The thin sheen of sweat lining your forehead is evidence that you’ve been in heat for a while now.

Your eyes slowly open and settle directly on your stepdad. They stare at him before slowly trailing down to the large bulge in his pants. You lick your lips, and it takes everything in Heeseung not to rip your clothes off and take you right then and there.

“Y/N!” His wife’s angry voice brings him out of his debased fantasy. “Why the hell are you in heat?”

Heeseung looks back at his wife with an incredulous glare. So many things are going through his mind, but one question keeps coming up. Why is she so angry over something that’s natural?

“Sorry, mom,” you say through a pant. “I ran out of the suppressants you gave me.”

Before you can continue, Heeseung turns to your mother with a murderous look on his face. “You gave her suppressants?”

An omega taking suppressants is practically unheard of since they cause so many health issues. The drugs are practically poison, and the fact that your own mother was giving them to you made him sick to his stomach. It makes him think back to the first time he met you. Now he understands why she was so determined to hide what she was so insistent on giving you.

“They help her,” his wife says frantically. “But that’s not the point right now. She has to leave so her heat doesn’t affect you.”

Heeseung growls under his breath. Over his dead body will you leave his house looking and smelling how you do.

Your mom turns her nasty glare back on you. “Call Jake and have him pick you up. I’m sure he won’t have any problem helping you through your heat—”

“Get out,” Heeseung spits, barely controlling his rage.

How dare his wife suggest that you ask another man to help you through your heat? No one except him is ever going to see you like this.

“What?” His wife’s stunned expression only makes him growl impatiently.

“I’m going to help Y/N through her heat.”

Your mom’s eyes widen in anger, and she glares over at you like what’s happening is your fault. Normally, you’d feel guilty or anxious about upsetting your mom, but the pain isn’t letting you think straight. You need Heeseung’s cock, and you don’t care if it’s going to hurt your mom in the process.

Heeseung ignores his wife and goes to you. He sits down on the bed next to you before pulling you on his lap. A soft moan of relief cuts through the tense silence as his hard bulge presses up right against where you need him the most. You feel so hot all over, and your head is clouded with such potent arousal that you forget your mom is still standing in the room until Heeseung looks at her over your shoulder.

“I told you to get out,” he growls. A mean smirk takes over his face. “Unless you want to watch me knot your daughter.”

You whimper and roll your hips into Heeseung. The fact that he’s saying he’s going to give you his knot is making you gush with more slick. It excites you that he’s going to help you, and to think he doesn’t care to hide it from your mom makes a deep satisfaction settle inside you.

His wife is looking on with tears in her eyes. She’s disgusted and enraged, but she knows no matter what she says or does, Heeseung isn’t going to change his mind.

“It hurts, daddy,” you whine as you grind your pussy on his clothed dick, no longer thinking to spare any of your mom’s feelings. “Want you to make me feel better.”

You swivel your hips and press down harder onto his hard cock. With a throaty groan, Heeseung grabs your ass to help you bounce on his bulge. “Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s going to give you exactly what you need.”

His voice dips into a low moan when you lean forward to lick and bite at the sensitive spot on his neck. You feel his cock twitch and kick against your panty clad pussy, and it makes you whine.

Your mom flinches when she sees Heeseung’s glare from over your shoulder. It’s a silent command for her to get out, and she finally does. She doesn’t get far, only being able to take a few steps out of your room before she collapses on the floor with a quiet sob.

“Fuck, little girl. Couldn’t wait until your mom was out of the room, huh?” His laugh is cruel, but it only turns you on.

“Don’t care,” you whine before leaning in to smash your mouth against his. “Just want your cock.”

You gently nip his bottom lip before messily forcing your tongue into his mouth. There’s a desperation you’ve never felt before as you grind down on his thick cock. The fact that he’s leaking with enough precum to stain his pants is driving you more insane. You keep rocking your hips so your clit rubs against the rough material of his jeans.

“Yeah?” Heeseung groans when you pull away. He continues to help you grind your messy pussy on his bulge. “You need daddy to stuff your little pussy?”

Your eyes roll back when he dry humps your pussy slowly. He’s grinding the thick outline of his cock right against your wet slit to get you more riled up than you already are. 

Eventually, Heeseung decides he needs to prep you. Because as badly as he wants you, he can’t forget that this is your first real heat. So, he pulls you off his lap and tosses you back on the bed.

“I need to taste you properly, sweetheart. Last time wasn’t enough.”

A tingle goes straight to your pussy when he pulls your large shirt off and tosses it across your room. Heeseung buries his nose between your legs, sniffing across your soaked panties. The fabric sticks to your pussy lips, allowing your stepdad to lick at your clit easily. 

“Oh, daddy!” you moan, hands reaching down to tangle your hands in his hair.

He grunts and laps up the slick leaking down your thighs before roughly rips your underwear off to lap at your leaking hole. 

“You taste so fucking good, little girl,” his muffled voice causes vibrations that make your toes curl. “Fuck. I could eat your little cunt all day.”

“Daddy, please,” you grind against his mouth, eyes locked on his blown out gaze.

He hums and the vibrations make your clit tingle as more slick drips onto his tongue. The thick muscle slides in and out of your hole before he licks his way back up to your clit. You cry out wantonly when your stepdad softly sucks the swollen bud into his mouth. Your thighs tremble as his tongue swirls around your pudgy clit before he starts to gently suckle on it.

“It feels so fucking good,” you moan loudly, thighs falling open as far as they can go.

Heeseung growls, tongue fucking your pussy until sloppy wet sounds fill the room. His hands trail up the underside of your thighs to push your legs to your chest. You moan when he pulls back to spit on your cunt. He quickly dives back in, burying his face in your soaked pussy. Another loud cry tumbles out of you when he starts to lick and suck on your sensitive nub.

“Such a sweet pussy,” Heeseung moans.

His tongue languidly laps at your wet folds, eyes locked with yours from where he’s lying between your legs. Your stepdad’s hands come up to the inside of your thighs and press down, leaving you spread open for his hungry mouth. The sight of his beautiful face buried in your cunt makes you drip with more slick. Heeseung keeps licking into your slick hole like a starved man, desperate to not waste one drop of your sweet essence. You’re crying out for him as your hips roll into his mouth. He pulls away slightly to spit into your pussy again before fucking his spit into your clenching hole.

You moan and pull on his hair. The dark strands are wrapped around your fingers to help guide his face to where you want it most. Heeseung smirks against you and starts to press wet, open mouthed kisses on your throbbing clit. He sucks the swollen bud into his mouth and flicks his tongue against it over and over again. Your stepdad hums into your pussy, suckling on your clit softly as he indulges in your sweet taste.

“I’m gonna cum! You’re gonna make me cum, daddy!" you moan loudly.

“Cum all over my face, sweetheart. Show daddy how good he makes you feel,” your stepdad says before he presses his face between your folds to suck your clit back into his mouth.

“Daddy!” You moan loudly as you cum.

You jolt as your slick completely coats his lower jaw and slowly starts to drip down his chin. He looks so hot covered in your juices that another wave of arousal hits you with full force.

“Messy fucking girl,” Heeseung grunts as he starts to take off his clothes.

Your mouth waters when you see his big cock slap his lower abdomen. Since he’s been gone, you’ve been dreaming about that pretty dick every night. 

Heeseung goes to kiss you roughly, eagerly shoving his tongue into your mouth. Tasting yourself makes you arch up into his body. Fuck. You’re so turned on and desperate that you feel like you might die if he doesn’t shove his cock inside you soon.

Seeing you so needy makes Heeseung pull back slightly to stroke his cock. Your eyes follow his movements, and you lick your lips when you see the amount of precum beading at the tip. With a deep groan, your stepdad notches his leaking tip against your clenching hole. Heeseung groans as he glides the fat head up your slit to smack it against your clit.

The feeling of the hot skin of his cock pulsing against your pussy makes you whine desperately. He keeps dragging his dripping cock against your throbbing cunt repeatedly, loving how you’re squirming against him. Teasing you is everything he imagined it would be, and he makes a note to do it often from now on. Heeseung thrusts his hips to rub his cock through the slick dripping from your cunt, moaning at how easily it coats the length of his cock.

“Look how deep daddy’s cock is gonna go, baby.” His voice is deeper than you’ve ever heard it.

Heeseung uses his thumb to press his tip down against your skin as your unfocused eyes take in how far his cock will reach inside your needy cunt. It pulses and throbs, and more slick leaks out of you.

“Oh god, daddy. It’s too big,” you mewl even though the thought of having his monster cock inside you turns you on to no end. 

With an endeared chuckle, he pulls his cock back to slide it across your pudgy bud. The bulbous head grinds against your sensitive clit until you’re whining and dripping more slick onto your sheets.

“Your pretty pussy’s just small, sweetheart,” he coos softly before he licks a broad stripe up your neck. “But don’t worry. Daddy’s gonna stretch out your cute little cunt so you can take my knot.”

Those filthy words make you whine and buck your hips desperately.

“Ready to take this cock, little girl?”

Without waiting for an answer, he slips the head of his dick inside your clenching hole. He presses into your pussy slowly, and it makes you moan wantonly as you instantly feel some of your pain fade. Your moan breaks off into a gasp when you feel the burning stretch.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be tight,” he laughs in delight. “A tight little pussy for daddy.”

You dig your nails into his back, eyes rolling into your skull as his girthy cock stretches your cunt. “It’s too big, daddy.”

“Too big?” Heeseung repeats as he gently bites your neck. “I guess daddy’s just going to have to train you to take his big cock then, huh?”

With that, he sinks his cock another inch into your clenching hole. Your walls clench down on his dick and make his hips stutter. His veiny cock feels so fucking good that you that the unbearable pain fades instantly. You feel so full and stretched out, but you want more. Your body reacts by getting wetter, easing the way for Heeseung to bully his cock further into your pussy until he bottoms out.

“I’m gonna spend all week training you, little girl,” he promises. “Daddy’s staying buried in this cute little pussy until you’re all nice and bred.”

You moan high in your throat, walls clamping down around Heeseung’s thick cock as you cum hard.

“Oh, fuck me,” he laughs, extremely pleased. “You like that? Like that I’m gonna breed this sweet pussy all week?”

He pulls his cock halfway out then slowly sinks back into your wet and willing body. You mewl as your cream coats his cock. 

“Yes, daddy! Want you to stuff me full all week long!”

Heeseung starts fucking his cock deeper into your pussy, eager to give you what you want. He reaches between your bodies and begins to rub and pinch your clit. “I’m gonna fuck you through your heat, sweetheart. Gonna cream this pussy over and over again.”

You’re letting out filthy moans like your mom isn’t right outside your room crying her eyes out because you’re fucking her husband. Not that you care. All you can think about is the mind-numbing pleasure you’re receiving.

“Cum on my cock again, baby,” Heeseung groans as he spears his cock into your sloppy hole. “I want you to squeeze me with that hot little cunt while I cum in you.”

You cry out loudly as his leaking tips rams into your g-spot. Your stepdad’s girthy cock is rutting into your squelching cunt mercilessly, heavy balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. Heeseung’s fingers circle your clit until your pussy is clenching and spasming around him again.

“Are you gonna give me your cum, daddy?” Your eyes shine with anticipation. “Your knot?”

“Of course, sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna give you a nice hot load. Then, I’m gonna knot you so it takes. That’s how much I love you.”

His words make you gush more slick, eyes rolling back as the musky scent of sex fills the room. You cry out, feeling feral all over again.

“Fuck yes!” You scream in pleasure. “Cream my little pussy, daddy! Want it so fucking bad!”

“Yeah? Then let’s make it easier.”

Without letting you answer, Heeseung pulls out of you with a lewd squelching sound and flips you onto your hands and knees. One of his hands presses down on your back while the other grips your hip to raise your ass up. Your stepdad’s big cock slides into your hot cunt much easier in this position. He bottoms out with a loud groan as you claw at your sheets.

Mewling, you press your ass backwards, working more of Heeseung’s big cock into your dripping pussy. You feel your slick dripping down your thighs and coat his heavy balls.

“Want you to knot me,” you slur, nails digging into your plush bedding. “Want your knot, daddy!”

He growls and starts to slam his cock into your sloppy pussy, making you cry out from the rough movement. Your walls clamp and pulse around his fat dick as he keeps spearing you open. The way you moan and mewl for him only makes him fuck you harder.

“Good girl,” he groans loudly, making you shiver all over. “My good little girl.”

“Daddy,” you whimper as your pussy walls flutter around his thick length.

Heeseung’s cock throbs inside you. He pulls out halfway before roughly slamming his dick back into your sopping wet hole. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he says as he squeezes the globes of your ass. Your eyes roll back as his fingers dig into your skin. “This perfect pussy was made for me. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Yes!” You gasp out in agreement as Heeseung pounds your cunt hard. “This little pussy is all yours, daddy!”

Heeseung moans loudly and spanks your bouncing ass. You scream, pussy fluttering and pulsing around his dick as your third orgasm takes you both by surprise. 

“Good girl,” he coos, grabbing the fat of your ass with both hands again. “Such a good fucking girl. Gripping me with your tight pussy and working for my knot like a good little slut.”

Your body trembles as Heeseung keeps thrusting his fat cock right against your g-spot. His fat tip slams against your cervix, and you can’t stop crying out in pleasure.

“Cum one more time for me, pretty girl,” your stepdad roughly spanks your ass again, making you whine. “Just give me one more, and I’ll knot this pretty pussy so you’re nice and full. Don’t you want that? For your hot cunt to be bred until you’re stuffed to the brim?”

“Please, daddy!” You cry out, ass bouncing back against his rough thrusts. “Want your knot! Want it so fucking bad!”

One of his hands slides down your body to circle the swollen bundle of nerves coated in your slick. Your pussy clamps down on his dick as he softly teases your clit. 

“That’s it, baby.” Heeseung hunches over your back to kiss your neck. His tongue laps against your sweaty skin right over the sensitive spot that’s meant to take his mark. “I feel you getting tighter, baby. Cream all over my cock.”

As Heeseung keeps hammering into your pussy, his fingers circle and tease across your pudgy bud until one last thrust has your orgasm whiting out your vision. Your ears ring so loud you don’t even hear as your stepdad curses against your neck while he snaps his hips against your ass before burying his cock deep in your spasming pussy.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m gonna cum,” he pants into your neck. “Take my knot. Fuck. Take it.”

You cry out loudly. That desperate noise has Heeseung fucking his cock deep inside you until he cums.

“That’s it,” he’s groaning and panting as he licks at your neck. “Milk my cock, little girl.”

You wail when his knot locks you together, stretching your cunt even further as you feel his hot thick cum spill inside you. Ropes and ropes of his hot seed spill into your pussy, and you love that his knot is keeping it stuffed inside you.

“So good for me,” Heeseung groans, hands smoothing over your sides and back. He starts to scent you. “Such a perfect omega. So fucking perfect.”

You sigh in content, body going limp as Heeseung continues to fill your pussy with load after load. You’ve heard that alphas cum more than usual when helping an omega in heat, but you didn’t expect it to be this much. Not that you’re complaining. You’re taking every drop he gives you with a blissful smile on your face

Your stepdad grinds his dick inside your pussy until the steady stream of cum stops filling you. He slowly shifts your bodies until you’re both able to lay on your sides comfortably. Heeseung buries his nose in your neck as his hands start to caress your body. 

“Feels nice,” you mumble, relaxing even further against him.

“Good.” He says before he kisses your neck.

You mewl when he keeps pressing soft kisses on your neck and dragging his teeth over a sensitive spot that no one else has dared to touch. Heeseung keeps you two in the same position until his knot slowly deflates.

You whine when he slowly pulls out. Heeseung watches with dark eyes as his cum leaks out of your pussy. He uses two of his fingers to scoop it up and smear it across your clit. You mewl as slick starts to drip out of you again. Heeseung takes the opportunity to shove your legs open and rub your clit until your body arches off the bed. A mix of slick and cum gushes from your pussy as you climax again.

“Let me lick that pussy, baby,” Heeseung murmurs as he starts kissing his way down your body. “Want to suck on that swollen little bud until you’re creaming my tongue.”

“Fuck,” your whine is high-pitched and needy. “Do it, daddy. I want your mouth on my pussy.”

He groans and sloppily kisses your slit in thanks. When he pulls back a bit, you see his lips coated with your juices. Your pussy pulses and clenches in eagerness.

“So messy, sweetheart.” 

With that, your stepdad pushes your thighs against the bed to keep you spread for him. He repeatedly plants wet kisses on your pulsing clit, worshipping you until you’re writhing against him. His teeth scrape and nip your pudgy nub as his dark eyes watch you carefully. 

Heeseung spanks your pussy when you keep squirming. He smirks when you jolt with a loud cry. Slick pours out of you, filling the room with your lovely scent. It’s your body’s way of signaling that it’s ready to be knotted again. 

“What a needy little girl,” he coos as he blows air on your soaked cunt. “Just desperate for me to clean up this sloppy pussy, hm?”

“Yes, yes!” You moan, pussy throbbing with need. “Eat my pussy, daddy. Lick me clean.”

“Dirty little slut,” Heeseung groans before he slaps your wet cunt again. “I’m gonna stay here with you all night. Keep my tongue buried in your tight hole until you squirt all over me.”

“Fuck. Yes, yes!” you moan as you arch your hips up to entice him. “Let me cum all over your face, daddy!”

Heeseung smirks and buries his face in your cunt to give you what you want.

You lose complete track of time as Heeseung makes you cum on his tongue over and over again. After the second orgasm, you start squirting like he wants. He’s so delighted that he keeps fucking his tongue into you, indulging himself in your addicting taste. You’re happy to lay there and let him eat your pussy until you’re nothing more than a gushing mess.

“Good girl,” Heeseung moans into your cunt, his face completely drenched in your slick.

You mewl in response, hoping he’s had enough fun playing with your pussy to give you his cock. He flips you over and arches your back so your ass and pussy are on full display for him. He groans when he sees your soaked pussy and thighs. 

“Hee,” you whimper desperately. “Want your cock.”

“Spread those legs for me, baby. Show daddy that sloppy pussy.”

With a loud whine, you bend forward more and spread your thighs apart further to give him a better view of your holes. Your pussy is dripping with slick, and Heeseung commits the filthy sight to memory. 

“Daddy,” you whimper. “Please.”

Your stepdad lets out a deep laugh before his hands slide down your back to cup your ass and spread you open even more. Heeseung groans deeply.

“God, baby. I’m never gonna get tired of seeing this hot cunt gushing for me,” he tells you with a pleased hum. “I’m gonna breed this little pussy all night.”

“Please,” you beg through a moan, pressing your ass back against him. “Want it so bad, daddy.”

Heeseung rubs his cock against your soaked pussy lips, gathering your wetness all over his length. He licks his lips, loving how you feel against him. His cock throbs because he can tell how badly you’re aching to be fucked and knotted and stuffed full of cum.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re gonna get my knot. I’m gonna stuff your little pussy to the brim.” Heeseung promises before he slams his cock into your clenching heat.

Your moan is loud as he completely bottoms out into your needy pussy. Heeseung doesn’t let you adjust and pulls all the way out before slamming back inside. Your stepdad’s instincts completely take over, his only goal being to knot and breed your pussy. 

You cry out when you feel your cunt stretching around his dick. He groans and drapes his chest across your back, hips slamming against your ass. The lewd sounds of skin slapping and the wet squelching of your pussy fills the room. You whine loudly, turned on from the fact that your mom can hear all the filthy noises.

“I’m gonna keep you knotted for hours, make sure it takes,” Heeseung groans before he starts to nip at your jawline, 

“Fuck!” You mewl wantonly. “I want it, daddy! Want you to breed my pussy so fucking bad!”

Your legs start to shake when Heeseung reaches around to play with your clit. He bites down on your neck and starts spearing his fat cock into your clenching hole. He fucks you deep and fast, his slowly expanding knot brushing your entrance with every rock of his hips. You can only lay there and take it, moaning and whining in pleasure as he fucks your pussy. His cock pounds your soaked cunt, thick head knocking against your cervix. 

“Good girl,” he groans, biting at your ear. “Good girls deserve to have their cute little pussies bred, don’t they, sweetheart?”

“Yes!” you cry as he rubs your clit faster. “I’m gonna cum, daddy. Gonna cream your fat knot.”

“That’s it, little girl,” he keeps rubbing fast circles on your swollen bud. “Cum all over me. Show me how much you want me to fill your pretty pussy.”

Heeseung starts to bite and suck on your neck as you moan for him. His hips snap against yours as he roughly fucks you into the mattress. With every thrust, his balls slap against your slippery clit until he’s pulling another orgasm from your exhausted body. 

“Best fucking pussy I’ve ever had,” Heeseung groans, pulling out to slam back in, dick bullying into your swollen, fluttering walls. “Goddamn. You’re so fucking tight. My little girl just loves her stepdad’s dick so much.”

“I fucking love it, daddy!” You cry out. “Love your big cock so much!”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your orgasm overtakes your senses. Heeseung groans as your cream stains his cock. Your body trembles as your pussy milks his dick. His hips piston against your ass, dragging your orgasm out until you spiral into a second one. Your stepdad groans, hips pumping his cock into your dripping cunt harshly.

Heeseung buries his cock deep in your spasming hole, knot locking you together as his cum floods your cunt, breeding your pussy full. He groans your name as he cums, walls milking him to shoot hot rope after rope of hot cum inside your little pussy. Pleasure consumes your entire body as you feel each spurt of his thick cum pumping into your cunt. 

“Taking it so good, baby,” he murmurs against your neck, tongue licking the sweat beading at your skin. “Such a perfect little slut.”

You hum dazedly, body sinking down across your bed as you feel each spurt of his thick seed filling your pussy. 

“So full, daddy,” you mewl, legs shaking as he softly ruts his knot further into you.

That’s how you spend the rest of your night. Being knotted by your stepdad over and over again until you can’t handle anymore. 

It’s almost dawn by the time your mom hears all the filthy moans and groans from your room stop. By now, she’s ran her tears dry, and she thinks she might not be able to cry for a long time. With a heavy heart, she gets up from her bed and walks to your room. The heartbreaking sight of you laying on her husband’s chest, sleeping peacefully as he caresses your head is like a breaking point.

There’s a blanket draped over your bodies, but she can te you’re both still naked. She feels sick at the thought of her husband’s cock still being lodged inside you.

Heeseung turns his dark eyes on her, not at all affected by her puffy, bloodshot eyes. Her pitiful face only makes him feel disgusted.

“You’re not coming to bed?” Her voice is hoarse and weak.

“I’m still knotted to your daughter.”

A lone tear slips down her cheek.

“Heeseung—”

“You should leave. Y/N’s heat is more intense because of how long it was suppressed.” Heeseung’s voice is cold. “We can discuss the divorce after I finish helping her through it.”

His wife sobs, but he doesn’t feel sorry. He can’t. Especially not now that he’s finally had you in the way he wants. She turns and walks away from him like a zombie. He groans when you shift against him in your sleep. Your movements tug gently on his knot, and it makes his cock throb and twitch in need.

Heeseung hums in content. When you get up, he’s going to knot you all over again. Except this time, he’ll do it on his own bed since that’s where you’ll be sleeping soon.

As soon as your mom gets out of his house, he’s going to have you take her place. No matter how badly she begs, Heeseung won’t change his mind because he knows that there’s no getting rid of this feeling he has for you, and he doesn’t care what he has to do to keep you at his side forever.

[kyseya]

You reap what you sow

Yandere farm brothers x f.reader

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Just your typical luck, your car had suddenly broken down in the middle of nowhere. What will you do now? You can’t stay there, there’s no food or water available. Luckily, you hadn’t run out of recourses just yet but it was very close to being gone.

You stepped out of the car and went around it, staring it down with waves of irritation rolling off you. You tried coming up with a plan. The next stop was miles away and it was nothing but a daydream that you’d be able to make it there on foot.

Right as you were about to give up and let the animals take you, the sound of wheels on gravel caught your attention. Turning around, you saw another car speeding towards you. Yes! You were saved! You waved at the person in the car and luckily enough it stopped. ‘I’m gonna pray it’s not Michael Meyers lost cousin or something.’

The door to the passenger side opened and you spotted a man sitting behind the wheel. He was young, around your age, probably a little older perhaps. He had dark brown hair and equally dark eyes. You instantly noticed a scar below his left eye as you glanced at his face. You had to admit, he was very handsome; in a rugged type of way. You couldn’t help but eye how his plain shirt hugged all the muscles on his body. You mentally slapped yourself, ‘Geez (Y/n), you’re here to ask for help not ogle him like the last piece of cake at the party!’

“Your car broke down?” He asked, looking at the worthless piece of junk that had decided to betray you just minutes ago.

“Yeah, it did.” You scratched the back of your head in slight embarrassment. “I couldn’t trouble you for a ride, could I?” He was quiet for a moment, in which you hastily added, “Not for long! Just so I can get proper help from a mechanic. I won’t be a bother I promise.”

The man nodded. “Alright then, hop in.”

Your eyes lit up at his response. You gladly took a seat beside him and thanked him again for his help. “Thank you so much. You’re literally saving my life.”

He nodded once more. Guess he wasn’t much of a talker. Well not that it mattered much. You’d only stick around until you got to a town and found someone who could fix your vehicle. You didn’t have to be all buddy-buddy with each other. You only had to be happy he didn’t seem to want to kill you and hang your organs like Christmas ornaments. The chance of you meeting again was down to basically zero.

Or that’s what you thought, but life has a funny way of messing with you. It must have a grudge against you or else you wouldn’t be seated in the same position you were previously, only it being about 3 hours later. The drive to the nearest town was long(you definitely wouldn’t have made it by walking) and when you got there, you found out the one mechanic they had was out of town.

You thought you were going to have to spend the night in a bush, but you were pleasantly surprised to have your muscular helper offer a nights stay at his farm. You were grateful(once more) and also confused. Why was he being so nice to you when he didn’t have any reason to? It didn’t make sense. The two of you had just met, plus that you’ve only spoken a number of times and none of the conversations were noteworthy.

It was after you accepted you got to know his name, Weston. It fit him quite well, you thought. He told you there was a spare room you could use. It would be further away from his, to offer you some sort of privacy. He also mentioned there was one other person living on the farm, his younger brother. If he annoyed you, you could just tell him off, Weston said to you.

Your butt was sore from all the sitting, both in your own car but also from this little trip. The sky darkened and the sun had nearly completely disappeared when you finally arrived at the farm. It looked like you imagined. There was a large house which you assumed was the main house. Behind it was a big, red barn. You thought you could hear the faint sounds of animals.

Climbing out of the car, you glanced expectantly at your host, waiting for his initiative. You didn’t want to be rude and march right up to the house. As you were waiting, another figure came into view. He was much like his older brother, with brown hair and eyes to match. He was smiling at the both of you, although you caught a slight suspicion towards you.

“Who’s the new kid?” He asked his sibling, who gave him a rundown of what’s happened. You were a bit annoyed at how he called you ‘kid’, you were very much a grown person. And he’s one to talk, you were sure he was younger than you, even through all that brawn. He wasn’t as tall as Weston but he was no joke either. The younger brother looked at you with sympathy, “Really? Well that’s unfortunate. What’re you gonna do now that the mechanic’s gone- since you need him I’m guessing you don’t exactly know how to fix cars.”

You sighed, “I’m not sure yet. I’ll come up with something tomorrow. I’m too tired from all the driving and thinking.”

“Alright, I get it. I’m Lucas by the way.”

You shook his hand. “(Y/n), and thank you for having me. You’re really saving me here.”

“Haha, well Weston likes to pretend he’s heartless, but he’s really just a giant teddy bear.” Lucas said and smirked as he received a glare from the ‘teddy bear’.

“Come in (Y/n), I’ll show you your room.” Weston led you into the house.

Right as you stepped over the threshold, you felt a slight chill. Something felt wrong. You turned around to see Lucas’ beaming face. He tilted his head in confusion.

“Everything good?” He asked, concern lacing his voice. You’d gotten the impression that he’s a chill guy, but now you started wondering if you’d made the wrong choice.

“N-no, everything’s great!”

There was no turning back now, you thought as you descended deeper into the house.

It was unfortunate that every time you followed one of the brothers into town again, for supplies and other things, the mechanic was never there. Sadly it seemed like his vacation wasn’t over yet which meant no way home for you. However, you didn’t have it so bad. The brothers had been kind enough to let you keep staying with them at their farm.

Honestly it was pretty good there. Sure, it wasn’t what you were used to, but some change of scenery was good for you. Not wanting to appear lazy, you helped them to the best of your ability around the farm. You couldn’t lift heavy things like they could even if you really put your back into it, and you certainly didn’t trust yourself to milk the cows; something you could do was cook! It’d become a routine for them to do their work during the day and you’d make them lunch and then dinner in the evenings. You’d never seen yourself as a homemaker, though this was kind of fun. Maybe it was the heat poking your brain or it was that you genuinely enjoyed their company.

Besides, it was really nice looking out the kitchen window and catching a glimpse of them at work. You weren’t proud, but it did something for you. The way droplets of sweat ran down their backs, not in a gross way though, in an appealing manner. During the instances they took of their shirts, you got a front row seat to see the muscles in action. You now knew Lucas had stone-hard abs and that Weston had a very nice back.

Despite the fun in getting to know both of them individually, there were some things you couldn’t deny making you uncomfortable. For example, there was the curfew. That one had a good explanation; there were wild animals sometimes running around and they didn’t want you to get hurt. That made perfect sense! Though you couldn’t shake off that one time you couldn’t sleep and had gone outside on the porch for some air. You were just relaxing and looking at the bright stars when shouting woke you up more than your insomnia. Lucas had come rushing towards you in panic. He’d frantically asked you what you were doing up. You responded honestly and he slowly calmed down. He said you shouldn’t go out by yourself anymore. If you can’t sleep you can see the stars perfectly from the living room window, or better yet, you can come to one of their rooms instead.

Then there was the room furthest back in the barn. Although it could be excused as well, they told you that’s where they slaughtered the animals. But you could swear you heard something from inside, something that doesn’t sound at all like a cow, a pig or a chicken. Suspicion arose in you, but fear held you in a chokehold and prevented you from investigating. However nice they were to you, there was no way you’d risk pissing them off. Especially since the mechanic still wasn’t back which meant you had no way to escape, if it would be necessary.

Lucas had been right, Weston wasn’t as scary as he seemed in the beginning. Sure, he was a bit rough around the edges but he had sweet moments too. Once during one of your little adventures on the porch, Weston had suddenly appeared by your side, giving you a scare. He apologised and asked why you were out. You were worried he would get angry considering you’d just recently had the ‘no more going out’- conversation with Lucas. To your surprise he chuckled at your nervous demeanor and did not reprimand you. He told you that in his opinion, Lucas was too paranoid for his own good and sometimes didn’t know when to stop. You don’t have to walk on eggshells, though you probably shouldn’t wander off the porch after dark. Better to be safe than sorry, right? Afterwards he declared he’s going to bed before wrapping you in a blanket, you didn’t even notice he had it with him until he turned you into a burrito. He was very sweet in his own way, you realised. From then on you paid more attention to the affection he undoubtedly showed. Sometimes it was hard to see, but it was definitely there.

Lucas on the other hand was more open with his affection; pulling you into hugs, asking about your day, petting your hair. All these thing he did daily. He, too, was incredibly sweet. Sometimes it was hard to comprehend that him and Weston shared DNA. They were so different. The only thing confirming their relation was little things how their eyes lit up the same way or how their smiles were similar(if you were fortunate enough to witness Weston smiling, that is). Lucas also had a protective streak. He constantly worried over your safety and wellbeing. Which was kind of nice, when he wasn’t nagging you about it every five seconds.

You better listen to them. It’s all for your best. Because if you don’t, you might end up walking into the barn, and then you might end up finding the remains of the mechanic you’ve been so desperately looking for. And that wouldn’t be very good now, would it?

[differenteagletragedy]

Part Five of Simon Riley x Single Mother <3

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

It doesn't take long for a routine to be established. Simon stops by, at least for a little bit, most days. He brings something from the neighborhood bakery by for breakfast, or helps you fix dinner, and naturally there is still the occasional park playdate.

"We need to take it slow," you'd told him that night in the kitchen, when the two of you had kissed until your lips were pink and swollen from his attention. "I don't want Charlie to get confused."

And that was fine by him -- still is. The beauty of it all is that he doesn't just care for you, but for your children, too, and if you think moving slow is best, then that's just what you'll do. He's got all the time in the world.

Except, of course, until he doesn't.

It's been a few weeks of this, and just when he's starting to feel like he could actually be lucky enough for this to be the rest of this life, he gets the call. Another mission, a longer one this time from the outset.

He's got to tell you, and he's got to leave you. The thought tears him up inside. He pictures this beautiful little life he's just started carving out for himself passing by without him, and the darker parts of his mind picture you realizing that maybe you're better off without a man who can only take care of you parttime.

You try your best to ease those notions. You've gotten pretty good at reading him, and you can see the self doubt etched in his face soon after he gives you the news of his impending departure. You give him sweet kisses and hold him, whispering to him about how you'll miss him, and he wants so badly to believe it.

It's Charlie, the night before he's off, that really calms his nerves.

After dinner, Simon sits beside you on the couch while you hold Emma, and he tries to convince himself that when he comes back, things will be just like this. Charlie had run off to his room, and when he comes back, he climbs onto the couch, kneeling beside him with his little hand on his shoulder.

"All right, Charlie?" he asks.

Without a word, the boy reaches out his other hand, and in it he holds a beaded bracelet. Obviously homemade, it's mostly made of black beads, with some yellow and pink ones scattered in with no real pattern.

He glances at you, and you smile at him, so he takes the bracelet, and looks at it closer, not quite understanding the presentation.

"It's nice," he tells Charlie. "You make it?"

Charlie nods. "It's for you."'

Simon is not a crier in the least -- he's experienced all sorts of pain, physical and emotional, spiritual even, without shedding a tear. But this ... he clears his throat, focusing again on the bracelet and not the darling little boy who gave it to him or his beautiful mother who, every day, he grows more and more certain is the love of his life.

"For me?" he finally says, fighting to keep his voice even. "For what?"

"For when you go," Charlie answers. "So you don't forget about us."

There are no words to describe how outrageous he thinks the idea is, so instead he presses on.

"You pick the colors?"

"Yeah," Charlie answers, leaning over to poke at the bracelet. "Black because that's your favorite color, yellow because it's my favorite color and pink because Mum and Emma are girls."

Simon nods, and slips the bracelet on. He thanks the child, who wraps his arms tightly around his neck before climbing off the couch and heading back to his room.

"He loves you," you tell him with a smile, and he knows you can see how affected his is by the gift.

"Yeah?" Simon asks. "And what about his mum?"

You lean in, carefully as to not disturb the baby, and he meets you the rest of the way. You haven't slept together yet, figuratively or literally, and you've been insistent on taking things slow, but he can't help it. He wants to know where he stands, if you're feeling the same way he is.

Your kiss is soft, and you linger, long enough for him to bring his hand to your cheek to hold you in place just a little longer. When you pull back, you give him another small smile.

"His mother happens to be extremely fond of you."

Simon ends up being gone just shy of two months, and it's miserable, being away from you for so long. He keeps the bracelet safe in a pocket on his vest, toying with it in his downtime. It feels like a tether, something that keeps him focused. Something that will pull him home.

When he does get back to town, he slings his bag over his shoulder and walks out of the train station. He plans to drop his things off at his apartment before giving you a call, seeing if you're free, but when he gets to the juncture where he can either continue on towards his building or turn and trek the few extra blocks to your house, it's barely a decision he registers.

He's heading towards you.

There's a brief moment of hesitation after he unlatches the gate and climbs up the steps of your porch. Doubts creep in -- thoughts that tell him that he's been gone for longer than you were together, that you're not expecting him ... maybe that you don't want him anymore.

But Charlie's bracelet, on his wrist now, makes him remember just how good it felt, being a part of your life, and the memory is enough for him to knock.

All the doubts leave him, a rush of wonderful certainty hitting as soon as you open the door, because in your eyes, he sees it -- you missed him too. You take him into your arms, pulling him down to kiss his face, the sound of your happy, surprised laughter like music to his ears, and he's home now. He knows it more than he's ever known anything.

Simon holds you tightly in his arms, kissing you too, his lips landing on your head and your temple, anywhere he can reach, and then there's another, much smaller set of arms around him, and he looks down to see Charlie hugging his legs.

"You came back," he says, his voice muffled.

"Always will."

PART SIX - PART SEVEN - PART EIGHT

[classyrbf]

HE'S SUCH A (HOT) LOSER! — CHOSO KAMO

SYNOPSIS...nsfw and sfw headcanons about loser!choso bc I can’t get him out of my head after righting that drabble about him

INFO...loser!choso x fem!reader, socially awkward, virgin!choso, jerking off, virginity loss, sexual acts, creampie,

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

loser!choso who literally has no friends, is the epitome of socially awkward and always ends making the conversation weird when he opens his mouth

loser!choso who has never seen a woman naked in real life, he just goes on porn sites and jerks his dick until it feels like it’s about to fall off, cum painted on his toned stomach

loser!choso who has sex toys in his closet, fleshlights, pocket pussies, whatever you call them—he has at least two, one of them even vibrates

loser!choso who is (you guessed it) a total virgin, he’s never even gotten close enough to lose it, yet alone have his first kiss

loser!choso who is forced by yuji to go on a dating app and try to find a girlfriend, and he ends up matching with you

loser!choso who stays in his room, playing video games, or goes to the gym, otherwise the poor boy has no social life (like I said, he has no friends)

loser!choso who finally goes on his first date with you and he’s sweating, stumbling over his words because you’re smiling at him, grabbing his hand and making jokes all while looking like some sort of goddess. He was starting to wonder if he’s dreaming

loser!choso who is absolutely stunned when you express how cute you think he is, how nice his hair looks, and he doesn’t know how to react so he just stands there and smiles at you like a complete idiot

loser!choso who drives home after the date and he genuinely can’t wait to get home to jerk off to the thought of you, so he pulls into an empty parking and pulls his pants down right there, tip already leaking precum when he remembers the way your tits were popping out of you dress

loser!choso who thinks the date went horribly wrong until you’re texting him the next day, already planning the next time you meet up, weirdly inviting him over to your place

loser!choso who is obsessed with titties (clearly) no matter what size. He imagines himself getting a hold of pair and just grabbing them, sucking them, it turns him on so bad

loser!choso who thinks nothing of going over your house until he gets his one wish, getting a hold of your tits in his hands, and he’s star struck, just groping, squeezing and without thinking he’s sucking on them

loser!choso who ends up losing his virginity a few minutes later with you bouncing up and down on his cock, pussy gushing around him. He’s in literal heaven and can barely think, brain turned to mush

loser!choso who realizes real sex is better than porn fairly quickly, and lets just say he becomes more obsessed with you than ever cause it’s so much more intimate when you’re holding him, praising him, calling him a good boy

loser!choso who cums in your pussy so many times that night, and the aftermath leaves him stuck in the same spot on your bed while you cuddle up to him and tell him how much you like him even if you’ve only known him for two days

loser!choso who now has his first ever girlfriend, his first everything with you and he can’t wait to brag to yuji about it because you’re absolutely gorgeous

loser!choso who shows you off on his social media despite the twenty followers that he has, he just want to show off his girlfriend to whoever he can

loser!choso who gets weird stares in public from other men when he’s out with you because he knows you’re way out of his league, but just to make them jealous he grabs you and kisses you in front of them

loser!choso who doesn’t develop a sense of fashion until he meets you, going to countless stores as you pick out outfits that’ll look good on him, and he won’t lie, you’ve done a very good job because he’s gained much more confidence in himself

loser!choso who goes on and on about his special interests and you sit there smiling at him, listening intently. He’s lowkey a nerd but you love it

loser!choso who hangs with no one but you, missing you constantly and randomly showing up at your house when he feels like you’ve spent too much time apart

loser!choso who wants to learn how to pleasure you more so he looks up videos on how to eat pussy and watches all the porn he can to study their movements, but when he tells you, you just laugh and say how silly he is, showing him a hands on tutorial, instructing him on what to do and what you like

loser!choso who constantly asks if he made you cum, poor baby doesn’t want you to go around unsatisfied so he doesn’t everything in his power to make you feel good no matter what

loser!choso who is (obviously) the quiet type, so he studies what you like and what you do by watching you and when he grabs your exact fast food order without you saying anything, you’re standing there confused and he’s looking down at you like “what?”

loser!choso who has a glow up because of you, and girls that have rejected him come crawling back into his life not knowing about you, so he just hits them with the “my beautiful girl who I love very much does not like you talking to me bye” and blocks them

loser!choso who is actually very sweet despite his awkwardness, he might look stand offish in person and act weird around others, but when he’s comfortable with you hes a different person

loser!choso who gets you anything you ask for, spending countless amounts of money on you even if you don’t ask for it, he just loves you so much he wants to show his appreciation in every way whether that’s spoiling you or making you cum

[finelinevogue]

kisses will make it better

summary - you think you’ve made aaron upset so decide not to tell him when you’ve been in a car accident

pairing - aaron hotchner x gf!reader

word count - 3k

Today was shit.

Like really terrible.

It was one of those days where nothing had gone right and you felt like the universe was caving in on you. From missing a meeting due to traffic to getting harassed by your boss again, there was nothing that had technically gone right.

Which is why you were calling Aaron on your drive home, because you knew he would make it better.

It was dangerous to rely on someone to make you feel better, but he was your person and there was no one you would rather speak to than him.

“Hotchner.”

You smiled as he always answered the phone the same way.

He said that people wasted time by looking at the caller ID rather than just answering the phone, so you were used to him never answering the phone any other way.

“Hi love.”

“Y/N?” He questioned and you had to chuckle.

“Who else would be calling you ‘love’?” You laughed.

“Do you know what time it is?”

“Um,” You looked at the clock on your car dashboard, “Nearly 11PM.”

“Yeah, it is. Look, you know we’ve got a really busy case right now?” He sounded pissed off and it made your heart drop.

“Yeah, I just thought…” You gulped to swallow back the oncoming threat of tears.

You didn’t want to cry over something so trivial as making your boyfriend upset, but when you had had a day as bad as yours anything was a possible trigger. Especially when Aaron was supposed to be the person to listen and comfort you.

“So I need to sleep and I need this phone line to be open for the police detectives.”

You could hear what he wasn’t saying; ‘Don’t call me’.

“Okay.”

“Alright, bye.” And he hung up.

It felt kind of pathetic to cry, but the tears kept falling.

You sniffled as you let out a few shaky breaths. Your eyes tried concentrating on the roads but your tears were sort of blinding your sight.

Your bad day had just gotten even worse.

The one person you knew would have cheered you up had to go and let you down. It wasn’t really his fault. He did have a really big case at the moment that was really stressful, so any sleep he could get was important, but it would’ve been nice to just speak to him for a few minutes.

You pulled down the sleeve of your jumper over your hand so you could wipe away the tears from your eyes.

You were thankful to be stopped at a red light.

Leaning over into your glove compartment you picked out a packet of tissues and took one out so you could blow your nose. Crying always led to a runny nose.

Maybe you’d done something really terrible and that was why the world was taking it out on you. But what had you done?

Except for this morning, you were always on time for work. You put up with endless sexist and gross comments from your boss. You worked really long nights and early mornings just to get the work done. Working as an assistant for a CEO wasn’t as glamorous as it sounded, but it paid the bills.

So why did you deserve to have such a shit day?

That’s what you were hoping Aaron could have answered.

Now you had only gone and upset him too.

The light turned green and you gripped onto the tissue as you took a hold of the steering wheel to turn left.

There were bright lights.

A car horn sounded.

Your feet slammed hard on the breaks.

There was an almighty crash.

And then it all went black.

<.><.><.>

“Miss. Miss, can you hear me?”

Your head felt so heavy and your chest felt tight.

Your eyes were slow to open, but when they finally did they felt so heavy - as if they were being weighed down.

Then you noticed the blue and red flashing lights against the pitch black of night and the paramedic that was leaning into your car to talk to you.

She had a stethoscope pressed against your chest and kept calling out to you for a response.

Slowly it was all coming back to you.

“Miss, answer if you can hear me.”

You nodded your head slowly.

“Okay good.” She said, “You were in a car accident. Do you remember what happened?”

Instead of responding you let the tears fall. Now you were coming back around and things were coming into focus you started to feel how much pain you were in. The seat belt must have stopped you from flying through the front window, but it had definitely bruised your entire chest and rib area in the process. That’s why it was probably painful to breathe.

The lady ducked back out of the car then.

“She’s pretty shaken.”

“We need to get her to a hospital. She could have internal bleeding.”

“Okay let’s cut her out and slowly transport her to an ambulance.”

“Have you asked who we should call?”

Their voices were all a blur as your eyes grew heavier again. The tears in your eyes were making your focus blurry again. It hurt to even cry.

Aaron was going to be so mad.

He was on such a busy case and the last thing he needed was to hear his girlfriend had been in a car accident - a bad one at that. You promised yourself then that you would tell the emergency response people that you didn’t have any emergency contacts. You didn’t need Aaron coming down here.

Not that you didn’t want him, because God you did, but more that you didn’t want to add any extra stress for him.

He had a hard enough job as it was without looking after you too.

He needed his rest, so you would do this alone.

<.><.><.>

Garcia was hurried as she approached Hotch’s office.

“Baby girl, what’s wrong?” Morgan asked from his desk as he watched his friend rush past.

“It’s Y/N.” She said and that’s when Morgan noticed the tears in her eyes.

Morgan shot up from his desk, as did Emily and Reid who had overheard the conversation. They didn’t ask questions, but did follow Garcia to Hotch’s office to listen in. It was clearly serious if Garcia was upset.

Garcia didn’t even knock before entering.

Hotch looked up from his desk, clearly unimpressed with the lack of knocking until he saw the looks on his team’s faces - especially Garcia’s.

“What is it, Garcia?” Hotch asked, clicking the lid on his pen.

“Sir, you know how you asked me to set up that system where if any immediate family relatives of ours were admitted to hospital then they’d flag on my system so we’d know?” She asked.

Hotch stood up immediately.

“Is Jack okay?” His heart sank.

“Yes, Sir, he is.” Garcia looked distressed still, “But Y/N was in a major car accident last night. Drunk driver hit her side of the car. Caused her car to be sent spinning across the road where it was then hit at the rear by a lorry.”

Hotch went pale. He felt like his heart had stopped beating.

“When?” Hotch picked up his phone.

No new messages.

Why had no one contacted him about this?

He was your emergency contact. He should have been notified about this.

“Accident happened last night at about 11:15. I only got the notification when I came in this morning, Sir.”

“She’s been in the hospital since 11:15 last night?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Where is she now?”

“I had a look and… seems like she’s been in surgery for most of the night.”

Hotch had heard enough. He was ready to go now.

“Prentiss and Morgan. Go to the police station and find out what you can about the accident. I want that drunk driver ID’d.” Hotch ordered and they both left the room immediately.

“Call us if anything changes, Hotch.” Morgan added and Hotch nodded.

Reid…” Hotch said.

“I’m coming to the hospital with you.” Reid said for his boss.

“I need you here to work the case with Dave.”

“Hotch, this will probably be the only time I say this… but no. I’m coming with you and no doubt Rossi will too. Y/N is our friend too.” Reid argued back and Hotch didn’t have to say anything else for everyone to know that he was grateful for it.

Hotch needed the support and he knew you would need it to.

Screw this case.

Family was more important.

“Garcia…”

“I have my computers scanning security footage as we speak, Sir.”

“Good.”

“Go get our girl, Sir.” Garcia said and Hotch wasted no more time before exiting his office.

<.><.><.>

“You can’t blame yourself, Aaron.” Dave said as he drove the car to the hospital.

Aaron had wanted to drive but Dave had disagreed. It would’ve been dangerous for him to drive at a time like this.

“I spoke to her 15 minutes before the accident, Dave.” Aaron said, his composure slowly breaking.

Dave didn’t add anything to the conversation because he knew this was Aaron’s way of opening up as to why he felt so guilty.

“I told her not to call because my phone needed to be open for the police detectives to call me.”

“You were sleep deprived Aaron.” Dave argued.

“That’s not an excuse.”

“Maybe not, but it was the truth.”

Aaron kept his gaze on the road in front of them.

This car journey had felt like the longest twenty minutes of his life. Then he thought about how long you must have been alone in your crumpled car until someone arrived - how long that must have felt. How scary that must have been.

“I can’t lose her too.” Aaron said.

“You won’t. She’s got a strength in her that not everyone does.”

Aaron wanted to smile at that because he knew it was true, but it was hard to smile when he didn’t have a clue what state he was about to find you in.

<.><.><.>

Aaron stormed into the ER.

He did a quick sweep of the room and walked to the front desk. His hands gripped the front desk like it was the only thing keeping him standing up.

“Y/N L/N.”

“I’m sorry, Sir?” The nurse questioned.

“I’m here to see Y/N L/N. She was brought in late last night from a car accident.” Hotch explained.

“Let me see.” The nurse typed away on her computer.

Rossi and Reid came up behind Aaron as they also waited to hear what the nurse had to say.

Aaron’s team was like a family to him, which meant they were also a family to you. The team had taken a liking to you ever since they had seen how much you had positively impacted Aaron’s life. They had never seen him smile so much as when he was around you. You brought out the best in him and the thought of losing you meant losing their boss too.

“Are you Aaron Hotchner, Sir?” The nurse questioned.

“Yes.”

The nurse smiled sympathetically, “Miss L/N specifically told the doctors last night that we weren’t to contact you.”

“W-what?” Aaron furrowed his brows in confusion. “I’m her emergency contact.”

“We’re aware, Mr Hotchner.”

“S-so what?” Aaron tried to calm himself down because he knew it wasn’t the nurses fault, “That’s it?...”

“Miss L/N told us not to contact you, Mr Hotchner, so we didn’t. However, now you are here I don’t see any reason to hold you back any further. Just sign this ‘sign in’ sheet, please.”

“Thank you.” Aaron said honestly, feeling both a wave of relief and anxiety.

Why had you told them not to call him?

Well, he knew why…

It was starting to feel like this was his fault. Doubts creeping into his mind as to whether he was the right person for you. It felt like no matter what he did, no matter how happy he became, he would always be tested in some way.

<.><.><.>

Reid and Rossi had gone to buy you flowers, leaving Aaron in the room alone with you.

It had been a shock to see you at first.

He hadn’t really prepared himself for how you might look, but he definitely hadn’t expected this.

You were bandaged like a mummy. Your head had a thick bandage wrapped around. Your hands were littered with plasters and gauze from where tiny bits of shattered glass had cut into your skin. He couldn’t see your chest but he had no doubts that the entire area would be black and bruised.

It made Aaron feel sick seeing you like this.

<.><.><.>

When you finally came around you felt lighter than you had before.

There was no seat belt cutting into your skin and you could breathe a little easier too. The bed you were laid in was really comfortable and someone had clearly dimmed the lights in preparation for you waking up.

Your eyes opened to find yourself in a hospital room.

The small window to the right told you it was a new day because it had been nighttime the last time you had seen the sky. Whether it was the next day or a couple of days was difficult to guess.

You looked down from the window to the small table.

There were six bunches of flowers of all different varieties. All of them had cards underneath them and you were eager to know who they were from.

The one that had a mathematical joke on had to be from Reid. The one that was covered in pink glitter was definitely from Garcia. The one that was clearly handmade had to be the work of Jack Hotchner. That one made you smile.

Your eyes went to the other side of the room where there was a chair facing your bed.

It was empty.

You knew who had been there, though, thanks to the blazer and red tie draped over the back of it.

Just as you started thinking about Aaron, you could hear your two favourite boys approaching.

“But I want to give the giraffe to her now, dad.”

“Ssh, ssh. We have to be quiet now bud, okay? Y/Ns sleeping.”

“But she’s been sleeping all day.”

“That’s because she’s poorly.”

“Oh, okay.”

Aaron and Jack entered the room a moment later, leaving the door open.

“Y/N!” Jack screamed in excitement when he saw that you were awake. He shuffled himself out of his dad’s hold until he was on the floor and running over to your bedside.

Aaron was ready to tell Jack off until he saw that you were in fact awake.

“Jack, careful.” Aaron said when his son started climbing on the bed.

“He’s okay.” You assured them both.

“Dad said you’re poorly.” Jack said.

“I guess I am.” You smiled at him.

“Does this hurt?” He pointed to the bandage on your forehead.

“A little.”

“Dad can kiss it better.” Jack explained like he was the certified doctor working in this hospital. It made you and Aaron laugh, which was probably the best form of medicine anyways. “Won’t you dad?”

Instead of giving a yes or a no response, Aaron came over to you and placed a kiss on top of the bandage. You couldn’t feel his lips, but his presence was enough to make you a little bit emotional.

He smelt like home and his closeness was so warm that you felt comforted.

Aaron kept his face close to yours as pulled away. He looked at you and noticed your teary eyes. His thumb reached your cheek to softly pad over the skin there - no doubt to check that you were really here and okay.

“Hey Jack, why don’t we go and get a chocolate bar for Y/N, hmm?” You heard Rossi’s voice behind Aaron.

Neither you or Aaron made a move from each other to check. Rossi must have taken Jack from the room because it went so quiet then.

Aaron kept his gaze on your eyes and you could see the sadness lost within them.

You hated to see him so sad. It was your weakness.

“I’m…”

“If you say you’re sorry I’m going to be really upset.” Aaron said quickly to cut you off.

You nodded, crying a bit more now.

“Thank you for coming.” You said instead.

“Don’t need to thank me, sweetheart. I’ll always be here.” Aaron moved to perch on the bed beside you, careful not to bump into any sore part of you.

“How did you even know?”

“Garcia.”

“Of course” You smiled. Aaron smiled because you smiled.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry for being an asshole last night.”

“Aaron, love, I can see that you’re beating yourself up over this but it wasn’t your fault. Yes, you were kind of an asshole. I did need you last night, but you definitely didn’t cause this and I know you know that.”

“You’re too lovely.” He responded.

“I just won’t have you blame yourself for something you had no control over.”

Aaron nodded, “I’ll never not answer the phone again.”

“Okay.”

“But you have to promise to never block me as an emergency contact again. You hear me?” He said sternly.

“I do. It was kind of stupid of me.” You rolled your eyes thinking back now.

“Yeah it was.” Aaron gave you a small smirk, glad to hear you were okay enough to make a joke or two.

“I just didn’t want you to worry.”

“Honey. I’m going to worry whether or not you are actually okay.”

“When I told the nurse to not call you she asked whether you were a crazy ex of mine.” You chuckled.

“You’re an absolute menace.”

“A menace that’s going to need lots of kisses to nurse me back to health.”

“Oh yeah?”

“That’s what Dr Jack said.” You shrugged.

“I better get started then.”