#like a very very warm nightlight

[smokbeast]

Glow

[darewolfcreates]

More of mob AU Nightlight

I like to think of OG Nightlight as a domesticated but Mob au Nightlight as feral hehe

Welcome home Mob au is by @clownsuu

Mob au Freddie is by @eldritchparasol

Nightlight is a basically a rat so I couldn't help but make a lil funny with the play on words .w.

[eddies-ashtray]

You Get Me Closer To God // Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

Synopsis: Your best friend sleeps over.

WC: 2.3k

Category: Smut (18+).

Content: Friends to lovers, mean, pervy Eddie, dom/sub dynamics (?), virgin!reader, name calling (of the ‘whore’ & ‘slut’ variety), nice nicknames (of the ‘sweetheart’ & ‘baby’ variety), 1 dacryphilia mention, mocking, dumbification if you squint, humiliation kink ig, teasing, vaginal penetration without the use of a condom (don’t try this at home, folks), some hand-on-neck action + a squeeze but no actual choking, multiple orgasms, and Eddie referring to himself as ‘master’ a grand total of one (1) time! 

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You weren’t sure how it had happened, but your best friend was on top of you. His cock was hard against your thigh. His gentle breath was fanning across your face.

It was supposed to be a regular sleepover at your house. But then there had been this energy in the air. This tension. It wasn’t new, you’d felt it before. You’d felt it every night he’d slept in bed with you and hadn’t touched you. Every morning you woke up and felt his hardness against your ass, but pretended like it wasn’t there. But now, here he was, above you, his hand stuffed up your shirt, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You whimper weakly below him.

With only the low light of your nightlight in the corner of your bedroom, all you can see is his face. Those deep brown eyes staring intently into yours. Measuring your every movement, your every breath.

“Fuck, look at you,” Eddie says, pain lacing his tone. You shiver involuntarily at his words and gasp sharply when he tweaks your nipple meanly between his fingers. Wetness drips from your slick hole like it’s weeping, crying out for him. “I knew you were a virgin, but Christ, sweetheart, no one’s ever even groped your pretty tits before, have they?” Eddie asks rhetorically, squeezing your breast to emphasize his point.

Your resulting squeak is answer enough for him. You feel like you could cry, it’s all so overwhelming; his body weight on top of you–somehow menacing, but comforting all at once–, his rough hands groping you, his proximity, his scent, his words.

Tilting his head at you, Eddie coos at your pout, at the glassy quality of your eyes.

“You’re just a pathetic little virgin, huh? Too shy to tell me what you want. Bet you’d let me do anything I wanted to you. Isn’t that right, angel?”

Your face warms and you feel hot all over as your cunt throbs desperately. You would let him do anything he wanted to you. So you nod ever so slightly and Eddie’s brows knit together.

“Of course you would. Cause even though no one’s stuffed you full of cock yet, you’re just a desperate whore.”

Whining at his words, your back arches into his body, trying to get impossibly closer, trying to fuse as one.

“Yes,” You agree.

Eddie rolls his hips into yours and groans at the friction. He’s only in his boxers, that’s how he sleeps. Even when he’s in bed with you. He’s thick and long and you need him inside of you right now. You think you might die or explode or scream if he doesn’t stuff you full at this very moment. But you know he won’t. Because he wants to torture you. Wants to rile you up, make you cry. He’d told you so, confessed it to you in the darkness just before this all began.

“And because you’re a desperate whore, I bet your panties are soaked. I bet you’re drenched and leaking onto the sheets…Why don’t I check?”

Nodding vigorously, you beg, “Please, please.”

With that, his hand begins its slow descent down your body, his rough palm running down the length of your torso until he reaches the hem of your sleep shorts. Instead of sliding underneath them however, Eddie keeps his hand moving. You gasp as it passes over your mound, and then choke out a moan when his large hand cups your hot cunt, pressing into the soft material of your shorts and rubbing harshly.

“Oh, look at that. You soaked right through your shorts, baby. How pathetic,” Eddie teases, then leans down as he continues rubbing you harshly over your shorts. His mouth envelopes your nipple, sucking it into his mouth, nipping at it.

You whine underneath him, kicking your legs out in frustration.

“Eddie, please! I want-” But you can’t bring yourself to finish the sentence. Not even now when he has you shaking beneath him from a simple hand over your sex.

His movements cease and his mouth releases your breast with a pop. Eddie stares up at you darkly, his eyes simmering in the low light.

“What was that?”

“I-I-” You stutter, unable to just say it.

Eddie removes his hand from you completely and you whine again, pout returning to your lips.

“Tell me or I leave you here, wet, and hot, and needing, while I go tug my cock in the bathroom,” He threatens, and you know he’s serious. Know that he would leave you here. Know that he would go straight to your bathroom, pull his cock free from his boxers, and you would be cursed to listen to the slick sound of his hand tugging at his cock until he came over his fist.

You huff like a petulant child, not wanting to have to say it. Not wanting to admit it aloud.

“Fine,” Eddie says, pushing himself off of you.

“Wait!” You whisper-shout in a panic. Eddie stops, but doesn’t lower himself back over you quite yet.

His brow quirks.

When you don’t say anything for a moment, Eddie says, “I’m waiting.”

Sighing and squeezing your eyes shut in complete humiliation, you will the words to leave your mouth.

“I need your–your cock,” You say, whispering the final word far quieter than the first three.

Eyes still squeezed shut, you can’t tell what Eddie’s reaction had been. But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t say anything. So, you open one of your eyes slowly, trying to sneak a peak at him.

“Say it again,” Eddie demands when your one eye finds his. “Louder. Eyes open.”

You open your other eye. Eddie holds eye contact, tilts his head at you expectantly.

Drawing in a breath, you muster all the courage in your body to try and say it again.

“I need your cock.”

Eddie’s lips quirk up in a smirk as he lowers himself back onto you and leans in closely, down by your ear; so close his lips graze the sensitive skin of your lobe.

“Good girl.”

You huff, frustrated by his teasing, but your belly burns with lust, betraying the air of annoyance you’re trying to give off.

“But first… I wanna play with this sweet, little cunt.”

You barely have time to register his words, to allow them to sink in and affect you before Eddie is tearing your shorts down your legs in one quick motion and literally tearing your panties in two. Just as quickly, his nimble fingers are drawing slick up from the leaking well of your hole, all the way up to your throbbing clit.

Your arms fly to his shoulders, longing for something to hold onto. “Fuck!”

“There you go, sweetheart. I know it feels good, let it out,” Eddie encourages as his index finger rubs a harsh pattern against the hard little button.

“Mmph!” You squeak, slamming your eyes shut and shoving your face into your shoulder. It feels so much better than your own fingers, so much better than when you shamefully rub the little nub to thoughts of your long-haired, ring-wearing, metal-obsessed best friend until you soak your panties with your cum.

“Nuh-uh, give me your eyes, baby. Give me your eyes, or I stop.”

Reluctantly, you open your eyes, but can’t bring yourself to tilt your head so you’re face-to-face with the man who’s touching you. When you don’t do as you’re told, Eddie’s free hand comes up from its place on your hip where he was holding you down to grip your face meanly, squashing your cheeks together and forcing you to look him in the eyes.

Your mouth falls open in a wanton moan, brows knitted together at the pleasure-pain, at his meanness. Eddie mocks you, his mouth dropping open with an embarrassing imitation of the sound that just left you. It just makes you wetter, makes you gush over his fingers as they speed up over your clit.

“G-gonna cum!”

“Aw, how cute,” Eddie coos. “Can’t even last a full five minutes with my fingers on this sweet little button.”

And you can’t. His mean teasing is what shoves you over the edge. What has you pushing your head back into the pillow below your head while little pops of light explode behind your eyelids. While tension uncoils in your belly and your hole clenches pathetically around nothing.

Heaving in great breaths as you come down, Eddie continues his assault on your clit. You whine, shrinking away from his touch. But Eddie doesn’t stop.

“Too sensitive,” You whine, pouting up at him.

“Don’t care. Wanna see you cum again,” Eddie demands, leaning down to kiss and suck marks into your neck. You gasp at the sting of pain before Eddie soothes over the mark with his tongue. The sensation makes you shiver.

“Can I-can I at least have your cock?” You ask, still trembling, and you have no idea where the confidence to say this came from, but it halts his movements, and Eddie pulls back to look you in the face. He eyes you with curiosity.

His free hand comes up from your hip once again, rising goosebumps over your belly and your chest, before stopping at the base of your throat. Ever so slowly, his hand wraps around your neck, and he squeezes gently once. Your eyes are pleading, but confused. Curious.

“Okay,” Eddie replies simply.

His answer surprises you. You were expecting him to mock you or outright say no and continue rubbing your sensitive clit.

“But you owe me two more orgasms now,” Eddie conditions, and you swallow harshly. Of course his answer had come with a price.

You’ve never cum more than once, how are you supposed to give him two more? But you can’t resist; your hole clenching around nothing when you’d cum had made you want to cry. You’ve never felt so empty in your life. So, you agree. And the second you do, Eddie is shoving his boxers down and pushing your legs apart, lining himself up with your slick entrance.

He doesn’t push in right away though. He paints his pink tip up your messy cunt and rubs it harshly into your clit, causing you to whimper in pleasure-pain.

Sniffling, you beg, “Please, Eddie. Want it inside.”

“You just look so cute like this, though. Clenching around nothing, a sticky mess of your own cum. You’re too sweet for your own good.”

“But-” Before you can finish the rest of your complaint, Eddie grips himself at the base and guides his cock down to your weeping hole, pushing just the leaking tip inside. You gasp in shock.

Then, he pushes in all the way, stuffs you so full you can’t remember where you end and he begins. And it hurts. But not as much as you thought it might. Just a little pressure, a slight pinch. But you’re wet enough that he just slides in easily, and the sound. Oh, God, the sound! It’s slick and dirty and so delicious.

Eddie groans at the perfect slide, at the velvety feeling of your walls around him, so tight, little stars appear in his vision. His arms are braced by your head, causing his hair to become a curtain around you, unable to see anything else but him. Unable to feel anything else but him.

His thrusts are slow and so, so deep. He reaches a place inside of you you hadn’t known existed before tonight.

Your hands come up around his neck and tangle in his hair at the base of his neck.

“You like being full, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, bringing his hand up to brush the sweat off your brow.

“Y-yes…Oh, God,” You moan when his thrusts become harder. Not any faster, just harder, slamming right into a glorious spot inside of you. “There! Right there!”

“Oh, that’s it, huh? There you go…I know, baby, I got you,” He says, repeatedly thrusting in at the same rhythm and angle, hitting that wonderful spot every single time. Then, he brings one of his hands down and starts to toy with your clit again. Most of the sensitivity you had felt earlier is gone now. It only intensifies your pleasure.

“Fuck! Feels good.”

“Yeah? Gonna cum again?”

“Mhm, please!”

“Okay, sweet thing, okay,” Eddie consoles, far sweeter than before as he continues rubbing your clit. And it feels good, but something is missing. And you’re so far gone by now that you feel no shame when you say: “Want you to be mean again. Please.”

Chucking darkly, Eddie applies more pressure into your clit and you nearly scream.

“Now that’s pathetic. You’re just a dumb slut who needs to be bullied in order to cum, is that it?”

“Yes!” You admit.

Eddie’s thrusts become quicker now as his thumb flies over your clit. He moans, head falling into the crook of your neck, trying his hardest not to cum just yet.

“Cum for me then. Cum for your master like the good, stupid slut you are,” Eddie demands in a strained voice, his hips crashing into yours with a force that shoves you further up the bed.

It’s that which pushes you over. His meanness and his dirty pace and rhythm. Cumming for the second time tonight, your ears ring and you can’t even hear yourself whining as you gush all over his cock, clenching around him, feeling deliciously full of him.

Vaguely, after a moment, you hear Eddie’s voice. Something like, such a good girl, did so well. Slowly, you come back to the world, and you can feel him inside of you still. Still hard.

Eddie is stroking your cheek softly with his clean thumb.

“There she is,” He says when your eyes finally focus on him. You smile lazily up at him, drunk on his cock. “Feelin’ good?”

“Mhm,” You hum, totally blissed out, ready to pass out right this second.

“Good. Cause we’re gonna do it again. Because you, my sweet thing, owe me one more.”

[actuallyytraumatized]

What helps me as an age regressor who has nightmares:

I set my stuffies up all around me, so they can guard me while I sleep (stuffies are the best protectors)

I use multiple nightlights, so there's no dark corners

I'm a cold sleeper so I sleep with multiple blankets, and when I'm completely covered up no one can get me

If you're a hot sleeper, I wake up in cold sweat sometimes, I'll sleep with just my feet covered, and it still makes me feel safer

I recommend bed tents, you can put fairy lights inside and be completely protected without having to use blankets

I make a nest to sleep in

Sometimes when the nightmares are really bad I'll sep up alarms during the night, works best if you're a light sleeper (which I am not)

Regressing before bed helps me, but often it's hard when I'm already scared to go to sleep

Watch your favorite show, or little show to help you regress and fall asleep (I leave on cartoons sometimes all night)

Pick a new stuffie every night to sleep with, or have a dedicated stuffie you sleep with every night, and imagine them as your protector in your dreams, at the very least it helps me fall asleep not scared

I use a comfort item, this could also be a stuffie, but I use a paci

For sometimes padded regressors, make sure you go potty before bed, don't learn the hard way like I did

Your favorite, non-caffeinated drink, warm milk, or in my case I drink chocolate milk (If I was a caregiver I would say no sugary drinks either, but I am an regressor with no caregiver so I will drink apple juice before bed if I want to lol)

Listen to white noise, or in my case I listen to piano music

Feel free to add please

[bobluvbot]

late night cravings

pairing: sirius black x afab!reader summary: you sneak off the night for a cheeky midnight snack, hoping sirius won’t notice (spoiler alert: he does, and he’s sulky about it)  wc: 4k cw: pregnancy & baby talk, descriptions of food and eating, brief allusions to sex (not directly stated), no physical traits of reader specified but sirius can hold things out of reader’s reach  a/n: so i had a lengthy angst fic for sirius’s debut on my blog and im halfway done on it but i cant seem to finish it bc it sends me to a depressing spiral each time <33333 so pls enjoy a very self-indulgent domestic excessively fluffy blurb with my beloved <33333 p.s this is not proofread so plz ignore mistakes ty <3

opening the tomato salsa jar turned out to be the hardest part. 

back in bed, you thought the trickiest part of your late night escapade from sirius black was his long limbs wound up tight with yours, even in low light of the small nightlight in the corner, you could still make out the intricate script and designs following the curves and dips of his strong arms, holding you close to his chest. 

you had it committed to memory by now, having explored sirius’s body well enough to memorize the way his skin feels against yours, with heartbeats and breaths falling in sync without much effort. 

judging by the way his breathing gets heavy after every exhale and the little snores that escape in between, you knew he was beyond knackered. it was day five of sirius’s new job as an deputy director at the auror office. the day he learned about the promotion was pure unadulterated happiness. after letting you know through an express owl, you mustered up enough vigor available to your seven months pregnant self to get out of the house and go to the local shops to get party supplies and food to celebrate sirius’s achievement. 

Coming in third out of the list of things he genuinely loved in this life, after you and his luscious locks of course, was his job as an auror. young sirius had never thought in his wildest dreams that he’d work at the ministry, much less actually enjoy it. can’t really blame sixteen year old sirius, starting an underground rock band with the marauders seemed like the perfect thing to do after gruelling hours of studying at hogwarts. 

defense against the dark arts came to him naturally, with some counterspells like second nature to him as being exposed with use of dark magic young gave him no choice but to grow up quickly and defend himself from the excruciating pain or the mind control that was from his own family’s doing. Winning the first wizarding war alongside his friends and found family has solidified sirius’s calling in eradicating the use of dark magic and making sure the next generation can have a safe and normal life without the looming threat of a megalomaniac sorting people with their blood status and taking over the wizarding world. 

that night, sirius walked into a dark and eerily quiet home that had his senses on overdrive. but when the lights turned on and he saw familiar faces of his loved ones all beaming with pride, and there you were in the center, looking ethereal and round and all his, with his favorite red velvet cake on hand and a ridiculously big balloon that says “congratulations” tied to the candle, he could have melted in a syrupy mess of gooey happiness right then and there if he hadn’t caught himself together last minute.

Sirius had thought– that after you agreeing to go on one date with him to hogsmeade, winning the quidditch cup and seeing the proud look on minerva’s face, going home for christmas break and euphemia welcoming him with a kiss on the cheek and a warm hug, remus teaching at the very same classroom you all were in years back, james and lily’s first kiss at the altar, holding little baby harry in his arms, you walking down the aisle with a bouquet of peonies in the most beautiful dress, and when you held his hand that one night and told him that you were expecting—- that he knew of love. but you do something extraordinary that has him scrambling to add to the endless list of why you’re the love of his life. he was so focused on you that he wasn’t prepared to catch pure muscle of james’s body as he flung himself to tackle his best friend in a hug. luckily, remus with a party hat was aptly standing between a toppling sirius and the living room wall, and he singlehandedly saved the two from creating a huge hole in the drywall. 

this was the life, sirius had thought after many hours of partying celebrating and eating, when he laid beside you in bed, limbs tangled, sated and dizzy and warm as you both came down from your highs. and he gets to spend it with you.

but as fun and exciting sirius’s new job is, it entailed an increased amount of responsibility as he was assisting the head auror. his least favorite part of the job was the boatloads of paperwork he has to deal with. An express owl almost dropped a howler letter into the soup you were making for dinner earlier that day and you opened it up panicking thinking it was an emergency. But no, it was just sirius whining that his hand hurt and is about to fall off and that he needs you to kiss it better. 

You did eventually, and one thing led to another and here you were, tucked in your husband’s warm embrace. you could stay here forever, only separating to drink water and bathroom trips, but the gnawing urge to eat something savory, sweet, tangy, and crunchy has possessed your entire being, the only way to quell it was to get up and go to the kitchen. the baby doesn’t seem to have a semblance of time yet, a fact you both envied and despised, because the clock on your nightstand said it was 3:48am in bold red numbers. A few months ago, you’d never be caught dead awake at this time, taking your precious sleep time seriously. The man himself would poke fun at you and say you’d gladly sleep through an earthquake or a housefire just as long as you get your seven to eight hours of sleep per day, and despite of your assumed role of contradicting and arguing with spontaneous and stubborn sirius, you had to agree.

But this was not about you anymore, or at least not quite yet for a good seventeen years, so you untangle yourself from sirius and your perfectly warm and cool side of the bed and waddle down the carpeted stairs, careful not to set foot on the creaky step that might risk waking sirius up. You need your secrets too, and you’re not in the mood to share food.

Grateful for the heavens that you and sirius stocked up on groceries two days ago, you had a wide selection of random items to munch on. A few days ago, you were introduced to the idea of a fluffernutter sandwich while scrolling through the short videos on your feed. Peanut butter and marshmallow fluff as spreads on their own was something you didn’t mind eating, but both together in a sandwich? You were enthralled, and the only way to quell the curiosity was to make it. So you did. 

You shovel and slather more than enough spread on each slice of bread, though you might have used the same spoon on both jars.. but who’s to tell you off otherwise, your snoozing husband upstairs? pfft. 

Smiling happily as if committing a particularly naughty crime, you place the spoon in your mouth, licking off the gooey mixture as you place the sandwich on a piece of paper towel (yes, you take the no dishwashing tonight seriously) on the table. humming, you mull over what to prepare next.

The baby needs something savory and tangy, but you’re not particularly keen on going through all the effort of heating up the soup from dinner, not to mention the amount of cutlery and dishes you’ll use for that, so you zero in on the tostada shells you chose rather than tortilla chips because its much more crispier. 

Opening the fridge, you see the laughing cow on a round packaging and decide its the one, so you grab two cheese wedges from it. 

Sirius had argued that the next aisle had actual, real blocks of cheese with a variety on display and that there was no point in getting artificially flavored ones. But you’ve gotten really good at giving him the stank face, which inadvertently ends 75 percent of nonsense bickering before it even starts; and since you’ve started showing more and more, sirius has admittedly gone softer on you, not that he was ever more but a pushover your entire relationship. Merely widening of eyes and a jut of your lower lip, even adding a slight tremble or two during times where you did actually fuck up, sirius can’t hold his stance longer than a minute before sighing and taking you in his arms. he might call you out for being a brat at times, but there’s no denying he loves it. And so the artificial wheel of cheese wedges got purchased and bagged home, and you’re meticulously spreading it over the golden shells, leaving little to no gaps of it bare. 

Laying it on another paper towel, your heart gets giddy on your chest knowing you’re in for a treat tonight. But not quite time to start munching, the baby reminds you that you still need something tangy to complete the meal. So comes your big predicament, should you get dill pickles or tomato salsa? 

It took you ten seconds too long of weighing down the pros-and-cons of choosing one and feeling like you made the wrong choice if you end up not liking it. It doesn’t help that the pregnancy hormones make you more anxious and tend to put you always on the verge of tears. So when the not-so-groundbreaking idea of just eating them both hits you, you feel the weight slide off your shoulders as you sigh. Because again, who’s gonna tell you that eating pickles this late at night can give you bad acid reflux, your snoozing husband? Pfft.

Snacking on some, you do manage to pick out the juiciest looking pickle chips and lay them atop of your tostadas. You and the little one are beyond excited to dive in. It’s looking like a mini upside-down pizza with the cheese spread first then the pickle as toppings. Only thing left now was the the tomato salsa slathered on top to seal the deal. 

Opening tight lids wasn’t an issue for you before, in fact, you took pride when friends hand you a jar or bottle to open because you could do it in a breeze. Chances were, the lid wasn’t even screwed on that tight, you were just built different, you’d say with a shrug once you give the items back. So when the tomato jar doesn’t budge after two attempts, you get puzzled.

Maybe your hands were slippery? You wipe them down with a tea towel and try again. No.

You weren’t holding it tight enough? Fingers held taut against the lid, you try three times. Still no.

Determined, you try different positions before letting the jar go, shooting it glares as if it’d get intimidated and just open up for you. You were also getting lightheaded, and passing out on the kitchen floor due to excessive stimulation of your vagal reflex because you were too stubborn to use magic or wake your husband up to open it for you doesn’t seem like the best way to spend the early Tuesday morning hours.

Magic was even out of the option (well, in your brain it was), because your wand’s tucked beside sirius’s on your nightstand, and frankly, you don’t have the patience to drag yourself upstairs just to flick a utility spell to open the wretched thing. So you do the next best option: lose hope. 

The disappointment was mutual between you and your baby. And the acid reflux did start to kick in, making your stomach grumble in both hunger and pain. This was all going so well until it isn’t, tears began to make its way up to your eyes.

“See, this is what you get for being greedy and eating all snacks by yourself,” sirius huffs behind you, deep voice still raspy with sleep. You didn’t even hear him getting out of bed and coming down the stairs, that’s how preoccupied you were with opening the jar.

He grabs the container away from you to open it, but not without throwing a scowl at your direction, handsome face contorted with furrowed eyebrows and downturned mouth, enough to express that he felt betrayed by this whole ordeal. If you were in a better mood, you’d poke his sides and tackle him playfully, teasing him for being sulky. But for now, you need the jar opened so you could eat in peace. You’ll deal with the sharing food issue later.

“t wasn’t supposed to take long,” you mumble, caught off guard and refusing to make eye contact, pretending the fridge magnets beside sirius’s head is ten times more interesting than his face. You don’t miss his raised eyebrow and snort at your response. 

The second attempt comes and he opens it with a satisfying pop. your mouth falls agape, eyeing the *now accessible* tomato salsa dip in disbelief. What the hell? 

And you couldn’t even take the smug grin spreading across sirius’s face by the millisecond. Refuse to. You try to snatch the open container away from him but he holds it higher and out of reach, making a show of puffing his chest, flexing his biceps, even giving it a kiss. This is all James’s doing, you need to have a talk with Lily soon about keeping these two separated.

“Sirius!” you try to plead your way out. the trademark innocent, pouty expression settles on your face like a second mask, hoping he’d go down this easy. 

It doesn’t work. He just chuckles, mocking your pleas and face while his free hand sneaks up and pinches your unsuspecting cheek to tease you further.

You yelp in mock outrage and swat his hand away, trying your best to keep your displeasure firm on your face, but you feel the giggles coming up. “This is why I sneak out alone to eat, you’re such a bully,” you huff, but take a seat in front of your makeshift spread. 

Sirius places the jar near you, but not without poking your exposed sides, armed with the knowledge that the easiest way to get you laughing (and eventually conceding in an argument) is knowing where your tickle zones are. “Oh yeah,” he drawls, plopping himself beside you. “That’s also why you’re the only one waking up with an upset stomach, stinking up our bathroom so early in the morning.”

Now this one got you appalled, embarrassed, disturbed, basically hit with all the feelings. You’ve been living together long before you got married, and he never brought up this issue until today. “That’s it. I’m leaving.” He makes a move to snatch the sandwich away but the embarrassment on your cheeks made you more agile, swatting his hand away and shielding the sandwich with your hands. “After I finish my meal,” you continue, shooting him a glare.

But see, one of the things that drove you nuts even way back at Hogwarts, was how Sirius Black mostly managed to outsmart you or be one step ahead of you in everything. After you turned him down without much thought whatsoever despite his grand declaration of interest, Sirius took it upon himself to show you (1) that you made a mistake for rejecting him, (2) that his ego won’t let you embarrass him like that again, (3) and that you won’t get rid of him that easily. Once he set his eyes on you, you were face to face with him in everything: grades, OWLs/NEWTs scores, Quidditch plays and bets, wins at the duelling club, even with the fucking gobstones tournament. He never let you catch a break.

Things were surely different now, since you vowed to be with him in sickness and health and untill death parts you both– hell, you’re carrying his child. So you figured maybe, maybe, he’ll let you catch a break this time. Let you eat in peace as you mull over his bathroom comment and how you’re going to get him back. 

But again, no. Unlike you, Sirius remembered to grab his wand from the nightstand. Not even batting an eye, he says nonchalantly, “Accio sandwich.” And the fluffernutter you protected with all your physical might managed to escape your watch, and land gracefully on his waiting palm. 

What irritated you more from this whole ordeal? The prodigal auror that climbed his way up the ranks and became the youngest deputy director, fully capable of complex spells and wielding different kinds of magic, felt the need to do a verbal Accio spell just to make a point to you.

Out of words, you just stare at him blankly. Too stunned to even cry in frustration because you knew you made a conscious, willing choice to be with this man. 

Maybe your best guilt-tripping expression comes best when you’re not trying. Color drains from his face when you remained silent and he scrambles to take a bite off the sandwich before handing it back to you, or rather placing it on your limp hand as you refuse to acknowledge it, still too hurt to budge. “‘m sorry, baby. Just wanted to eat with you since we didn’t get to earlier.”

He did arrive later than usual, deciding to finish the stack of case files and paperwork so he won’t have to sift through them again the next day. There were plans to wait for him before eating, but when the jitteriness and slightly nausea started to kick in, you had no choice in the matter. Sirius had been sulky and clingy the moment he got home, and as compromise, you stayed to watch him eat; listening and reacting animatedly as he ranted about his stressful day.

So you cut him off some slack, also exhausted from all the emotional stimulation sirius brought since he woke up. As a silent peace offering (also because you’re not ready to say sorry to his face), you slide the tostadas within his reach and finally take your bite of the goddamn sandwich. It was good, tasted as expected, sweet peanut butter. You’d probably have it again as a drunk at 3am meal.

Sirius also went and got snacks of his own: microwaved popcorn, pickles, toasted bread slathered with butter, and grapes. Together, you munched on the little spread of random food you could find in your kitchen at 4am in comfortable silence, which is surprising after the earlier bickering. No matter how cheesy it sounded in your head, sirius was the only person that can drive you to the brink of insanity and right back. You were in for a hell of a ride for the foreseeable future; and while there’s a lot of uncertainty right now and changes to be made when the little one gets here, you’re beyond happy that you get to do all this with him. 

Sleep was beginning to creep up on you. Of course he notices this right when you do, so a warm arm wrapped across your back urges you to settle on his lap, bodies melding into the familiar crevices like puzzle pieces, though you both had to adjust certain angles to accommodate your growing belly. You sit like this for a while; your head tucked securely in the crook of his neck, steady breaths lulling you to sleep, while sirius’s hands instinctively finds its way under your sleep shirt and on the natural curve of your belly, lithe fingers stroking and drawing soothing circles anywhere he could reach. 

you wish you could stay like this forever– cozy and soft and safe– but alas, you were carrying sirius black’s offspring. the baby decides to reward you with a round of kicks, probably giddy after feeling their father’s touch. Sirius chuckles and coos at your bump, while a muffled groan leaves your lips from the sudden onslaught of movement, but still refusing to move from this comfortable position.

Smooth cold lips touch the side of your forehead and you relish in the feeling. “Does it ever hurt, love? All that kicking and wiggling?” 

“Not really,” a content sigh leaves your lips. “Feels strange at times, seeing your belly move on its own.” 

To prove your point, two tiny bulges make a split second appearance just above where Sirius’s hand lay. His thumb soothes the area lovingly.

“Definitely getting stronger though; Lily told me during the later months, harry for some reason loved to kick downwards, making bathroom trips more frequent than it already is. Not excited for that.”

He presses kisses on your forehead, temple, hairline, anywhere he could reach without moving too much. “Things that you do and endure for this ‘lil troublemaker,” sirius murmurs. He doesn’t need to say it out loud, you could feel his body reverberating with awe and fondness. You try to bask in it for as long as you could, but a passing thought makes its presence known to you again.

“Do i really make the bathroom stink?” it comes out whinier than you intended it to be but you just had to know for peace of mind. 

Sirius’s whole frame vibrates as he tries to stifle his laughter, taking you with him. He’s laughing at your expense but you feel your own giggles brewing in your belly. You try to hold it in for longer, preserving some self respect. “A little bit,” he says solemnly. You groan, earlier mortified feeling returning in full swing. It triggers another round of chuckles.

“But dove, it’s nothing that my deep love and adoration for my lovely strong hot and sexy wife can’t handle.” He says assuredly, and you curse yourself for being so down bad for this man as blood rushes to your cheeks from his words. Good thing it’s dim and your face is still tucked in the crook of his neck. 

You do pinch his arm in response, and both your laughters compliment the comfortable silence. 

“Although,” he says after a while. “The betrayal of you eating without me still hurts.” 

“Siri.. i’m sorry,” you mumble. “‘y looked so tired, Didn’t wanna wake you up.”

He tuts and doesn’t say much after that. In sirius dictionary, this means he just wants some affection from you— for you to dote on him and coax out his forgiveness, even if you both know he’s not really mad; judging by his arms still wrapped securely around your frame and steady breaths that tickle and fan on your bare skin. 

So you mimic his actions from earlier, planting tiny kisses on his neck, collarbones, jawline, anywhere your lips could reach. Kissing his cheek seem to do the trick, his fake scowl quickly coming undone as a bashful smile breaks through the frown, and his tiny dimple you love so much making an appearance. The muggle maternity books did say dimples are genetic, so an image of a little Sirius running around and smiling up at you with those dimpled cheeks is a warming thought. 

“I am charming all the lids to be stuck at night as soon as i wake up tomorrow for work.” You poke a sensitive spot on his side, making him jolt, but you couldn’t resist laughter as it bubbles out of the surface. “You’re insufferable, I can’t believe I married a psychopath.”

“And you let him knock you up too. I’d say it takes one to know one, hm?” 

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stolen kisses // gojo satoru

tw ⇢ teacher-student relationship, implied age gap, pet names, dub-con, teasing, unprotected sex, implied masturbation, anal play, asphyxiation

wc ⇢ 6.7k

The shadows seemed to elongate and twist into ominous shapes as the lights winked out, plunging the expansive training room into absolute darkness. You froze mid-stance, cursed energy coalescing between your palms in a tremulous nimbus of lavender light. Though the blindfold perpetually obscured his vision, Gojo would no doubt have sensed your panicked spike of spiritual output in the gloom.

Sure enough, his unhurried baritone cut through the stillness mere moments later, tone dry with a lilt of sardonic amusement.

"Do I need to fetch a candle and nightlight for my star pupil? Or perhaps schedule in some remedial work on suppressing that hair-trigger reaction?"

You swallowed thickly, grimly aware he was zeroing in on your position with uncanny precision despite the enshrouding blackness. Too late to compose yourself and downplay the tangle of childish fears seizing your nerves with icy fingers.

"N-no need, Sensei," you managed in a credible enough facsimile of nonchalance despite the frantic leaps of your pulse. "Just a simple...amateur's mistake. I'll get control of my output in a moment."

The phantom disturbance in the ether that always preceded Gojo's unhurried movements grew perceptibly closer until you detected his unmistakable sandalwood scent surrounding you. Unable to suppress a full-body shiver, you braced for the chiding lecture or derisive mocking that was sure to come.

But his next words were spoken in a low, intimate timbre that seemed to bypass all preliminary defenses, curling straight through your marrow to shiver expectantly.

"Come now, little one...you're shaking like a leaf."

Your breath strangled in your throat as Gojo's reassuring bulk materialized directly behind you, steel-banded arms snaking around your waist to engulf you in his grounding warmth. He subtly rearranged you in his embrace until your spine nestled flush against the unyielding weight of his chest and the stifling press of darkness ceased to feel quite so inescapable.

Distantly, you registered the cadence of his heartbeat thumping at your back - strong, steady, and sure in contrast with your own frantically thunderous pulses. His palms settled over your quivering hands to absorb the excess burst of energy crackling between them, smothering the fitful bursts of amethyst into tranquil dimness.

"Shh...just like that. Breathe, little one," his infuriatingly composed timbre rasped against your nape in a warm, seductive purr. "Darkness is often more effectively navigated by feel than by feeble, faltering sight."

You hadn't the faintest chance to process his suggestive words before the deft slide of calloused fingertips tenderly cradling your jaw angled your face sideways. Gojo's lips branded yours in a slant of liquid heat that stole your very breath, scorching tongue sweeping insistently to claim the whimper stuttering from your core.

Any residual trepidation fled as your nerve-endings combusted in tingling aftershocks of frissons. Gojo's overwhelming presence engulfed your shattered senses - the unleashed musk of his skin, the controlled power vibrating through every coiled muscle pressed against your yielding form, the rasping cadence of his ragged breaths fanning across your parted lips between the achingly slow sweeps of his tongue.

With casual mastery, Gojo expertly robbed you of coherence until nothing persisted beyond the heady rushes of sensation spiraling through your skull. Just before your knees buckled entirely beneath his intoxicating onslaught, he tugged you around and deepened the stake of his possession on a rumbling purr. His mouth carved blazing paths down the sloped column of your bared throat between the leashed growls of pleasure vibrating through him.

"Do you feel that, babygirl?" He rasped against the overheated hollow where your pulse fluttered wildfire-quick beneath his lips. "Focus on me...allow me to guide you through this shadow with hands and mouth since your eyes are stolen for the moment."

Surrendering to the directive laced through his cadences, you threaded your fingers through his silken hair and tilted your head back in unabashed offering as Gojo continued his sensory immersion. All trepidation vanished like night-vapors incinerated before dawn's first onslaught.

When the power at last flickered back to life, you were scarcely cognizant of Gojo's sibilant murmurs easing you down to the mat - too lost in the cascading aftershocks of his thorough reorientation coursing through you in veins of lapping embers. Searing points of impact branded themselves into memory where his mouth seared your flesh in deepening shades, tracing references to finding your way in the dark long after light was restored.

"Are you sure you're okay watching this, sweetheart?" Concern laced Gojo's deep timbre — clearly misplaced since his opalescent eyes remained perpetually obscured beneath that signature black blindfold.

You determinedly avoided his too-perceptive regard as you jabbed the 'play' button in terse reply, curling yourself more securely into the plush knit blanket swaddling your form like emotional armor. The ominous opening theme swelled to discordant life, all deep percussive rumbles and screeching strings presaging the onslaught of cinematic terror to come.

Your nails carved indentations into the armrest with white-knuckled intensity as the first bombastic jump-scare sent your heart into freefall mere minutes into the length. Eyes wide and locked on the screen, you bit back the mortifying whimper building in your throat via sheer force of stubborn resolve not to reveal your deepest girlhood dread before your mentor.

Of course, Gojo tracked your spiking unease with preternatural accuracy despite your best efforts. You startled violently when his palm settled over the spasming tension in your nape - large, implacably warm, and grounding.

"Easy, little one...you're wound tighter than an overwound clockspring," he drawled in that molten burr from directly beside you, unwinding each terse syllable against the fragile whorls of your ear.

You risked a sidelong glance, wilting beneath the intensity of his haloed azure scrutiny cutting straight through you like a scalpel's whisper-slice. Not even a hint of amusement or condescension flickered behind that vivid jewel-toned gaze — only simmering heat you couldn't quite convince yourself was mere friendly concern.

With lazy indolence, Gojo draped one arm around your rigid shoulders and deftly encircled you, engulfing your shivering form against the scorching forge of his chest despite your sputtered protests. Not to be dissuaded, he simply tightened his embrace with quiet, proprietary firmness until every instinctive womanly curve was melded to his uncompromising masculine hardness.

"So tense, so fearful," he purred against the crown of your hair, every rumble of syllables seeming to resonate straight through to detonate lancing spears of charged awareness crackling through your belly despite your strenuous efforts at self-possession. "Perhaps I should distract you?"

With supreme confidence, he hooked two fingers into the stubborn jut of your jaw and turned your face up towards his with proprietary surety. His mouth slanted over yours in a punishing brand of possession before you could stifle the soft sound of protest dying on your lips at the first brush of his intoxicating musk and sandalwood.

Gojo's tongue stroked into the honeyed recesses of your mouth like some profane benediction, bestowing the exhilarating blasphemy of his merciless mastery. You writhed almost despite yourself, hands clawing purchase against the exquisite cage of his chest and shoulders as chaotic sensation spiraled through every tendon, every heated ribbon of viscous tension pooling in your core.

Between one anguished breath and the next, he had divested you of the confining blanket that symbolized your pitiful last barrier against the riptide of yearning threatening to drown you. Then, with a leonine roll of his powerful shoulders, Gojo settled you astride his wide lap in a single boneless movement—your gasp of shock swallowed by the relentless onslaught of his merciless mouth's rapacious brand.

A savage growl rumbled through him as his hands mapped inextinguishable paths over every quivering plane and dip of your hypersensitized flesh through the thin chemise. They lingered and scraped with delicious insistence over the stiffened peaks of your nipples, sparking white supernovas of incandescence behind your fluttering eyelids. His name spilled from your swollen lips in a breathless, broken litany—half plea and half supplication.

But still Gojo showed no signs of granting you meager mercy. His efforts only intensified, sculpted lips tugging and suction at the fragile whorled flesh of your throat until each scorching kiss blossomed vivid plum-violet in his wake. Your whimpering crescendoed to higher plateaus with every molten caress, every silken lap of his tongue that seemed to score your very essence alight with brand beyond Brand's reach.

You were scarcely aware of the climactic bloodshed and viscera ultimately unfolding onscreen as you spiraled blissfully ever deeper down into the velvet oblivion of his smoldering seduction. There was only the exquisite agony of him—the sinuous flex of cored muscle against your thighs, the branding rasp of his calluses raking your burning flesh, and the smoldering intensity of his eyes pinning you through the blindfold's obscuring veil whenever he tore his lips from your skin to drink you in with primal hunger... sire...it would consume you both, body and soul.

And you couldn't wait to burn.

The eastern courtyard stood bathed in dappled shadow and gilt warmth where the rising sun pierced through the canopy of ancient maple trees. You tilted your face into the gentle caress of the morning breeze, allowing your eyes to drift shut and simply exist in the tranquil embrace of nature's awakening for a stolen moment.

With the school's Main Hall and training grounds behind you, the only sounds were the distant twittering of songbirds and the whisper-shush of bodies moving through forms nearby. One of the junior students must have risen before the rest to get some solitary practice in while the air remained crisp and invigorating.

You breathed in deeply, allowing the pure green perfume of recent rain and fertile loam to permeate your bloodstream with its rejuvenating essence. Tensions eased from muscles harmoniously flowing through the preparatory sequences Gojo had drilled into your very bones over the years. In these hushed instants of ripe potential before true daybreak, all seemed r—

The distant clack of wood striking wood in two crisp impacts broke the tranquil morning quiet. You whirled towards the sound, finding Gojo lounging in the shadows of a secluded arbor, arms folded and hip cocked in a casually dominant line as he watched you.

"You're getting sloppy out here, babygirl," he drawled, tongue skating over his lower lip in an unconscious display that had heat blooming low in your belly. "Mind wandering again, hmm? You know that's a dangerous habit to let yourself slip into."

You swallowed thickly as Gojo's gaze raked over you in a slow, assessing perusal that seemed to scorch everywhere it lingered. There was no missing the wolfish edge to his smirk as he drank in your disheveled state.

"Then again, far be it from me to criticize where a pretty little thing's thoughts might wander when left unsupervised..." His deep timbre dipped into dark intimation.

With lazy, prowling strides, Gojo closed the distance between you until his solid weight loomed scant inches away. His unique sandalwood-and-citrus scent enveloped you in intoxicating headiness, igniting tingles of arousal despite your effort to remain composed. Almost helplessly, you tilted your face up towards his as his fingertips ghosted along the line of your jaw.

"Got you all flushed and fidgety, don't I?" He murmured, satisfaction lacing his words as he traced patterns of heated friction over your tingling skin. "You squirmin' just from me getting this close, pretty girl? Thinkin' indecent thoughts about where my hands might wander if I got the chance?"

You couldn't bite back a tremulous whine escaping past your parted lips. Gojo's palm engulfed your throat in a scorching brand, the pad of his thumb rasping with delicious friction just beneath your chin.

"Fuck...always so reactive to me," he growled in warm approval. "Just can't help getting all worked up at the thought of me touching you, can you? Of me tasting every inch of this sweet skin until you're whimpering and begging for more..."

His mouth blazed a wet, open trail up the slender column of your neck until his lips hovered a hairsbreadth from the thundering pulse at your jawline. You shuddered violently beneath the sensual onslaught of his graveled words.

"Yeah...that's what's got you so worked up and distracted, isn't it, sweetheart? Those gorgeous eyes of yours staring off into nothing as you daydreamed about me putting my hands all over you, pinning you down, and taking what's mine..."

A strangled noise of pure desperation vibrated up your convulsing throat as Gojo's broad palms locked you flush against the smoldering brand of his powerful frame.

"So goddamn responsive," he rasped in dark satisfaction. "Not even hiding it anymore when you want me, are you, baby?"

With that sinful purr of blatant possession, Gojo slanted his mouth over yours in a searing, lushly velvet brand. You melted helplessly with a piteous keen as the slick glide of his tongue delved deep to plunder and stake his scorching claim with masterful dominion...

His large palm cradled the back of your skull, angling your jaw to grant him even deeper access as he ravaged your mouth with untamed masculine ardor. Whimpering unrestrained past the lush smothering seal of his lips, you clung to the bunched cords of his shoulders helplessly surrendering to the relentless onslaught.

Gojo growled in dark approval against the welter of frenzied vibrations spilling from your very core, calloused palms shaping scorching paths over your arched torso and clothed curves until every nerve seemed to shatter apart beneath his merciless possession. He demanded utter capitulation on a soul-deep level, every rake of blunted teeth and insistent lashing of his tongue staking his rapacious dominion upon your quivering form.

Just when you teetered on the verge of coming utterly undone in a blinding implosion of white supernovas detonating behind your fluttering lids, Gojo tore his mouth from yours. He pinned you in place with his forehead slanted against your own, both of you sharing the same scalding exhalations in harsh, ragged pantings of effort.

"Not yet," he rasped, the smoky words seared across your swollen, abused lips with latent promise. "You don't get to come apart until I've had my fill of watching you unravel first, little wildflower."

With that sinful murmur still sizzling against your flushed skin, Gojo extricated himself and prowled from the room - leaving you boneless and shuddering in that precipice of shattered, emptied yearning once more.

The days blurred together in a hazy daze ever since Gojo had you unraveling only to cruelly leave you high and aching that night. You could barely focus on anything beyond obsessively tracking his every move whenever he was around, craving the inescapable intensity of his presence like air.

Gojo, on the other hand, maintained that same maddening aloofness - all sharp instructions and casual dismissiveness as if nothing had changed. Except for those moments where his eyes would linger too long while drinking you in with a scorching weight. Or the slight rasp that'd tinge his deep rumble whenever he'd slip an innuendo laced with unspoken heat in your direction.

It all finally came to a head during one of your daily meditation sessions while Gojo monitored your energy flow and focus. You tried sinking deep into that centered state of mindfulness, but your entire being was hyperaware of Gojo's overwhelming presence looming behind you.

The subtle displacement of air was your only warning before Gojo materialized at your side like a shadow taking form. Then his large hand was cradling your jaw in an inescapably possessive grip, calloused fingertips branding searing paths along your tingling nerves.

"Get a little worked up today, sweetheart?" His words emerged in a low graveled rasp that seemed calibrated to vibrate straight through you. "Can't seem to settle that pretty mind of yours whenever I'm not watching, can you?"

You shuddered hard, failing to bite back the desperate little sounds spilling free as Gojo tugged your face up towards his. His eyes glittered from beneath heavy lids, wolfish smirk curving those full sinful lips in a way that instantly rekindled the blazing ache low in your belly.

"So easily distracted by me," he purred, breath fanning heated tendrils against your mouth. "Need to teach you a lesson in focusing that scattered attention, babygirl..."

The instant the words slipped out in that dark seductive timbre, Gojo sealed his lips over yours in a searing, possessive kiss. You whimpered helplessly into the molten depths as his hand anchored your skull in place, tongue thrusting deep to thoroughly plunder and stake his claim.

The whole world fell away into meaningless background noise compared to the furious bonfire consuming you from the inside out. You were helplessly, utterly adrift amidst that singular scorching vortex of Gojo's merciless onslaught and swiftly fraying under its relentless intensity...

Gojo's large palm cradled the back of your skull in an uncompromising grip, denying any chance of pulling back as his tongue lashed in rapacious strokes that seemed to sear straight through to your quivering depths. The rough rasp of his stubble branded tingling friction with every minute shift and tilt of his arrogant mouth's onslaught.

You melted bonelessly against him, lungs forgetting how to cycle air as the delirious roil of senses rapidly overwhelmed any coherent thought beyond desperate yearning to simply experience more, take more of him in. One of your hands shakily lifted to splay across the dense muscularity of his chest, fingertips catching on the angular vees and sinuous hard ridges tensing there—all primal power barely leashed.

Gojo growled in dark approval at your tactile entreaty, the reverberating rumble seeming to catalyze a fresh volley of tremors scattering through your riotous nervous system like wildfire through a drought-laden copse. His free hand wrapped around the curve of your hip, scorching brand pulling you flush against the all-encompassing weight of his hard body with implacable control.

"That's it, baby..." he rasped in a throaty purr that seemed to skate heated fingers down your spine. "I can feel you already unraveling apart for me, can't I? So goddamn needy and desperate for more after being made to wait."

Punctuating the predatory taunt, Gojo shifted his punishing grip on your jaw to delve his questing tongue deeper past your whimpering lips in a frenzied undulation of carnal dominance. You keen wavered higher as his huge palm skated down to cup the generous curve of your backside, fingertips digging possessive furrows.

"Fuck...you're shaking like a leaf and melting into me all at once. Bet you've been daydreaming about having me pressed up against you like this ever since that night I left you all wound up and dripping for me, haven't you, baby?" His sibilant words emerged slurred around the lush velvet seal of your joined mouths, slick muscle rolling obscenities against your own. "Tell me...let me hear what a deliciously desperate little thing you've been for my attention."

A choked, plaintive sound vibrated free of your ravaged core at his dark coaxing, shudders intensifying as your vision whited out in vertigo to spiral deeper into the hazy red vortex of hunger consuming you from within. Simply nodding frantic acknowledgment against the punishing tide of Gojo's merciless invasion seemed to spur him into increasing the searing ruthlessness of his ministrations.

He angled himself over you with effortless dominion, sculpted lips and flickering tongue staking scorching inroads past every feeble instinct of self-preservation still clinging in your scattered neural pathways. It felt as though Gojo intended to consume and unmake you down to the most elemental shards of existence one dissolved vestige at a time—reforging you into something unrestrained and rapturously sinted in his own profane image.

You had no choice but to surrender helplessly, fingers clawing into the bunched sinews of his back in mute entreaty as desperate keening spilled unchecked from your abused vocals. Every calculated lap and heated suction from Gojo's merciless brand felt calibrated to detonate star-bursts of white-hot ecstasy, dragging you closer to the hazy fever-pitch of dissolution you so desperately craved.

And yet, even as your entire being honed into that precipice of exquisite cataclysm, you sensed Gojo inexorably pulling back fractionally. His tongue gradually ceded the frenetic plunges probing your honeyed interior, instead transitioning into soul-searing laps and nips sampling the swollen want welling across your abraded lips.

A choked sound somewhere between plea and protest hitched in your convulsing throat as you instinctively curved against him, desperate to ground your quaking form against the immovable force of his dominion. But Gojo was already shifting backwards, powerful body moving with casual indolence and dark grace despite the blatant tenting outlined beneath the tailored fabric still clothing his lower half.

"Shh...not yet, sweet girl," he rasped in that smoke-and-gravel timbre already seared into the fabric of your very being. "I decide when and how and where you finally come apart on my whim, understand?"

Gojo punctuated the rhetorical purr by gripping your jaw once more in a punishing squeeze, forcing your glassy, dazed stare to meet the full, incendiary weight of his hooded azure gaze for one fraught suspended moment. You felt the vertigo of suspension intensify at the swirling eddies of lust and dark promise swirling in those brilliant depths before the delirious high pitched shrill of your thundering heartbeat devoured your senses once more.

Then, as abruptly as the conflagration had blazed to feverish life, Gojo smoothly extricated himself and slid out of the room on that same unhurried, prowling gait—leaving you reeling and wrung out on the precipice of madness once more.

Three days. Three torturously long days since Gojo had left you delirious and aching on the edge, desperately chasing release he refused to grant. The hours ground by at an agonizing crawl whenever his overpowering presence wasn't surrounding you, stoking those damned cravings he'd expertly seeded through your core.

You tried meditating, tried all the focusing techniques Gojo himself had taught you to find stillness. But it was hopeless. Every inhale just pulled his lingering sandalwood-and-citrus scent deeper into your lungs in phantom caresses that had you shivering. The flickering shadows seemed to warp into salacious pareidolia of Gojo's chiseled features and heated stare, igniting that throbbing ache between your thighs all over again.

That man had utterly consumed you from the inside out with this hot, gnawing hunger. The denial felt like its own profane torment, the liquid warmth rapidly pooling with maddening persistence each time you tried resisting those urges. Until finally, your willpower simply shredded apart.

One trembling hand drifted down your heated skin towards the apex of your need, fingers ghosting over your aching folds as your head fell back with a piteous whimper.

"Well...look who's being a messy little thing behind my back."

Gojo's deep rumble shattered the silence like a gunshot. You jolted upright with a strangled cry, thighs clenching instinctively as if that could somehow conceal your indecency. He emerged from the shadows all leonine power and dark grace, azure eyes piercing you in a scorching assessment.

"Can't even keep those gorgeous thighs closed thirty seconds without turning into a ruined, needy mess, huh babygirl?" His voice rasped with undisguised rapture. "That desperate for some friction to try soothing the fever I stoked inside you..."

You shuddered hard, that rich baritone seeming to curl around your nerves in a possessive brand as Gojo drank in your disheveled state with blatant hunger. His broad palms flexed absently, fingers kneading in unconscious mimicry of more lascivious acts that had your breath catching.

"All it takes is one taste of my attention and you instantly combust. So fucking responsive...can practically see how soaked you are just from me watching that desperate little display."

A whimpering sound slipped free at his overtly filthy words before you could bite it back. Gojo's lupine smile flashed in the dimness right before he was suddenly looming over you, powerful thighs caging you in as his large hands pinned your wrists to the mattress.

"Is this what you want, baby?" he purred against your thundering pulse, the rough glide of his mouth along your throat making you keen softly. "You need me to take the reins and show a little mercy on that greedy cunt since you can't control those depraved urges at all?"

You trembled apart into a viscous mewl as Gojo rolled his hips with dark finality, aligning your bodies in blatant intimacy from chest to thighs. His scorching bulk engulfed you in searing waves of masculine musk and intensity, every ragged exhalation seeming to scorch paths across your hypersensitized skin.

"Use that whimpering mouth and beg for it." Gojo's tone dipped into an demanding rasp that brooked no argument. "Let me hear how fucking badly you need me to take care of that pretty little pussy, babygirl..."

His tongue traced lascivious paths up the column of your throat and you dissolved into a desperate litany, hips arching shamelessly as you finally broke, "Please, Gojo...please, I need it so bad. Need you, need your touch, need your mercy, please—"

A harsh growl was his only response as Gojo seized your mouth in a searing, punishing kiss of pure possession.

His fingers knotted tightly in your hair, tugging a whimper from you that he swallowed with dark relish. That thick ridge of his arousal dragged in a slow, torturous grind against your throbbing heat as his other hand groped your flesh greedily.

"Mmmm...you know how hard it was for me to hold back these past few days? To walk away from you with all that desperation written on your face, to hear those little pleas spilling from your lips and not bend you over the nearest surface?" Gojo rumbled roughly against your parted lips, his grip tightening in your hair with an animalistic sound as he rolled his hips hard. "Fuck, it was like being trapped in my own personal hell. Watching you lose your goddamn mind in a puddle of lust and knowing I was the one who'd left you a desperate, needy mess..."

Your head spun at the pure, carnal filth spilling from his lips in a dark cadence that seemed to reverberate straight to your core. You arched with a needy whine, thighs quivering around his narrow hips, the delicious drag of his cock against your pussy making your thoughts fizzle out entirely.

Gojo chuckled at your unspoken entreaty, his lips trailing molten kisses down the slope of your neck as his broad palms skimmed lower. He groped the globes of your ass in a hard squeeze, kneading them with a guttural groan that reverberated through you. "Goddamn, look at that sweet ass. Perfect for grabbing onto while I split you open on my cock. Can't fucking wait to feel those tight little walls rippling around me, milking my cock for every drop of cum you deserve."

He nipped a trail across the valley of your heaving breasts, the scrape of his teeth against your sensitized skin sending shivers down your spine. Gojo's hot tongue circled your pebbled nipples, lapping and suckling with ravenous enthusiasm as he squeezed your ass in rhythmic pulses.

"So fucking sensitive...your whole body lights up whenever I touch you, baby. Like you were made to fit against me." He dragged his thumb along the damp crease of your aching folds and groaned darkly at the way you trembled. "Such a good girl, so eager to take everything I have to give you. Look how fucking wet and pliant your cunt is for me."

Gojo sank a finger into your molten core, pumping slow and shallow as he teased the tight ring of muscle further down with a knowing smirk. "You're so hungry, baby...that greedy little ass is practically begging for a little attention too, isn't it? Maybe I should spread these cheeks and get a better look."

You arched off the bed with a wanton moan, hips rocking instinctively at the dirty promises he was weaving. Gojo chuckled at your reaction, his blue eyes burning bright as he added a second finger, spreading you open. "Mmmm, look at you, all flushed and pretty. Gripping me so fucking tight...can't wait to feel this pretty pussy squeezing around my cock."

A low growl reverberated in his chest and he pulled his fingers free with an obscene, wet sound that had you flushing even hotter. Gojo sucked the digits clean with a groan, the sight of his tongue lapping up your juices sending a fresh wave of heat flooding through you. "You taste even better than I imagined, babygirl. And trust me, I've thought about it a lot...the way you'd sound, the way you'd look, the way you'd feel wrapped around me. All the filthy ways I wanted to wreck this gorgeous body."

He leaned down to steal another punishing kiss, licking the lingering traces of your arousal off your tongue with a filthy groan. You moaned weakly, the intoxicating mix of your desire and his unique, spicy-sweet flavor swirling on your tastebuds in an addictive combination. Gojo broke the kiss and straightened with a sharp inhale, his large palm settling possessively around the base of your throat.

"I know I said I was gonna take my time with you, baby. But I need to fuck this perfect pussy now. Need to feel your tight little cunt clenching around me while I'm balls deep, filling you up the way I've been fantasizing about for years." He rumbled low in his chest, his fingers flexing on your throat.

Your entire body seemed to sizzle under his ravenous, undivided attention, every nerve ending crackling to life under his commanding touch.

"Fuck me, Satoru."

It was a breathless plea that had him cursing. "Shit, that's even better than I imagined. My name on those pretty lips...fuck, say it again, baby. Let me hear you."

"Satoru, please..." You arched up with a wanton moan as Gojo ground his hardness against your core, hissing through clenched teeth.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that, babygirl," he growled, his free hand fumbling at his waistband to shove his pants down. "Gonna fuck you so good, you'll never want another man. This pussy belongs to me and no one else."

Gojo's fingers curled around your chin, holding your head still as he devoured your mouth in a possessive, consuming kiss. He slid a broad palm beneath your hips and lifted, angling your pelvis for a better angle as the leaking tip of his cock notched at your entrance. A strangled groan ripped from his chest and his fingers dug into the swell of your hip, blunt nails biting into the soft flesh.

"This sweet little cunt is going to feel even better than I thought, isn't it? Fuck, baby, you're so tight. You really are a good girl, aren't you? Kept yourself untouched just for me..."

His hips punched forward and a broken moan tore free, his thick girth stretching your aching core with delicious friction. Gojo groaned at the slick heat enveloping him, his hips rolling in shallow, grinding thrusts as he bottomed out.

"Fuck, look at you...stretched around my cock, so wet and eager. Your pretty little pussy is just sucking me in deeper, baby. Greedy thing...don't worry, I'll give you everything you need," he rasped against your lips, his eyes boring into yours as he withdrew, then plunged back in with a savage groan.

Gojo set a relentless pace, each punishing thrust driving deeper and harder as the filthy sounds of his skin slapping against yours filled the room. His teeth scraped across the sensitive flesh of your throat, his hands gripping you tighter as he pounded into you, each roll of his hips grinding the thick ridge of his cock against that sweet spot within you.

"Satoru...fuck, feels so good..." You cried out as he slammed home again, his pelvic bone pressing against your clit in the most delicious friction.

"Yeah, that's it. Say my name, let the whole damn building know who's fucking this sweet little cunt. So fucking beautiful, coming apart for me like this," Gojo growled, his blue eyes flashing as his fingers flexed on your throat.

He watched your body eagerly, taking in every reaction, his own pleasure spiraling higher with each shudder and whine that slipped free.

"You feel so fucking perfect, baby. Made to take my cock...fuck, so wet and tight. Gonna ruin you for any other man." His hips stuttered at the thought, a snarl ripping from his chest.

You arched up with a high pitched cry, thighs quivering around his waist as you came apart. "Satoru!"

He snarled a curse, his grip bruisingly tight on your hips as he fucked you through the tremors, his own release cresting. The muscles in his forearms stood out in sharp relief, his jaw tensing as he drove into you. "Shit, baby, I'm so close. Want you to cum for me one more time, can you do that? Wanna feel this greedy pussy squeezing me tight, milking my cock."

The dark cadence of his voice and the lewd way he spoke made you shiver. You were already hovering on the precipice again, so close to flying apart with the next well timed stroke of his length.

"Satoru..."

Your pleading moan shattered what little control he had left and Gojo groaned, his fingers curling around your throat as he pounded into you mercilessly. "Fuck, look at that. Such a perfect girl, coming on my cock like this. You feel that? Can you feel me filling you up?"

A low, feral sound reverberated in his chest as his hips snapped once, twice, before stuttering into a rough grind. Gojo's eyes squeezed shut and his mouth fell open on a raw groan as his cock throbbed within you, pumping pulse after pulse of scorching warmth.

"Fuck, that's so hot...feels so good," you moaned, hips rocking weakly against his as you shuddered.

"You're so fucking perfect, baby," Gojo rasped, his blue eyes dark as they bore into yours. "But we’re not done yet."

He smirked at the confused, almost dazed expression that flitted across your face, his fingertips skimming your hipbone in a slow caress. "Did you think I'd be satisfied after just one round? I haven't stopped fantasizing about the ways I'm going to fill up all your holes for years, babygirl. Don't tell me you think that'll be enough..."

A fresh wave of heat washed through you and you shivered at the dark promise in his words.

Gojo's eyes flashed and his grip tightened, pulling a needy gasp from you as he rocked his hips forward again, a smug grin curling his mouth.

"You're already soaked, baby... but I don’t want your pussy this time. I want that tight little ass."

He pulled free with a filthy squelch, his cum already beginning to drip down your inner thighs. A dark, possessive sound escaped him as he watched the obscene display, his gaze snapping back to your flushed face.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure it doesn't hurt too much," Gojo purred. His fingers dipped into the slick heat dripping down your legs, coating them generously as he circled the tight ring of muscle further down. You bit back a whimper, already starting to ache again at the promise of his touch, his dark words, the pure carnal desire in his gaze.

"Fuck, you're even tighter here. You've really saved yourself for me, haven't you? You really are the perfect little princess." His eyes burned bright as his fingers pushed past the first ring of resistance. "Don't worry, baby. I'll make sure this ass is ready to take my cock."

Your head fell back with a soft moan, the foreign sensation sending a frisson of heat through your overwrought nerves. It wasn't uncomfortable, but the intrusion was new. You squirmed as Gojo worked a second finger in alongside the first, scissoring the digits to stretch your ass.

"Relax, princess. It'll feel better in a second." Gojo murmured, his voice dipping into a soothing baritone. He curled his fingers, the pads brushing against a spot that had your whole body tensing.

"Right there, huh?" A knowing smirk crossed his face and he brushed his fingers across that same spot again, watching your expression carefully. You keened softly, a desperate whine escaping your parted lips as his thumb swiped against the slick folds further up.

"Good girl. Look at you, such a perfect mess. You're trembling, can barely keep yourself together." He pressed the leaking tip of his cock against the tight pucker, a low, satisfied growl rumbling from his chest. "Let me hear those noises while I fuck your tight little ass, baby. Don't hold back, I wanna hear how good it feels."

Gojo gripped your hips in his hands, his thumbs pressing into the hollows as he rolled his hips forward, inch by inch. The tight ring of muscle stretched around his length, the foreign fullness making your eyes squeeze shut.

"Shit, that's so fucking hot. Look at how well your ass takes my cock, babygirl," Gojo groaned, his fingers digging into your flesh as his pelvic bone ground against your slick folds.

He withdrew slowly, then plunged back in with a guttural growl. You whined his name, thighs clenching around his waist. The lewd, wet sound of his cock driving into you over and over was nearly drowned out by your needy cries.

"You're doing so well, baby. Taking my cock like a fucking champ," he rasped, his grip sliding lower to knead the supple flesh of your ass.

The filthy praise sent a fresh wave of heat washing through you, your core clenching in desperation. You moaned his name, arching against him as he rolled his hips in a languid, sinful grind.

"Does my little princess need a hand down here?" Gojo teased, his palm sliding up the curve of your thigh towards your heated core. You trembled and nodded, a whimper slipping free.

"Please, Satoru, please. I'm so close."

His lips curled in a satisfied smirk and he pulled free, the thick head of his cock catching on the tight ring of muscle. "Fuck, that's even better. You begging for me to get you off is the hottest thing I've ever heard. Gonna make you cum over and over until you're a mess of pure pleasure, baby."

His thumb slid between your slick folds, rubbing your clit as he pressed back into your ass. Gojo set a punishing pace, his hips driving in quick, brutal strokes. The thick ridge of his cock ground against the spot within you that made stars burst behind your eyelids.

"So fucking tight, you're strangling my cock, babygirl," he hissed. "Feels so good. Gonna fill you up nice and deep, give you all the cum you need."

Your fingers tangled in the sheets, the familiar, coiling tension deep within your belly winding tighter and tighter. Your breathless moans grew louder, higher, a litany of his name on your lips.

"That's it, that's my good girl. Cum for me, let me feel this perfect little ass milk my cock," Gojo's voice was a dark, lust-fueled rumble that had your body quaking. His fingers dug into your flesh hard, pulling you closer.

"Satoru!"

A low, primal growl reverberated in his chest as his pace stuttered, his cock twitching inside you. Hot, scorching warmth flooded you, his cum seeping into every crevice as his hips snapped forward one last time.

Gojo groaned, his grip shifting as his fingertips traced lazy patterns across your lower abdomen. "Shit, can you feel that? Feel how fucking full you are?"

You moaned weakly, shivering as he rocked his hips again, a slow, shallow grind that had you gasping. "That's my girl. Fuck, you look so good like this, all spread out and ruined. Such a pretty little mess..."

He leaned forward to kiss you again, a softer, slower caress. His tongue slid against yours in a languid tease, the gentle roll of his hips keeping you right on the edge without tipping you over. Your head spun, the tender, loving gesture contrasting with the lewd squelch of his cum leaking from you.

"Can't believe you're all mine," Gojo breathed against your mouth, his blue eyes blazing. "Gonna spend the rest of the night reminding you just how well I can take care of you, baby."

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

TW: SOMNOPHILIA (READER GAVE THEIR CONSENT AT AN EARLIER TIME)

Aaron can't take his mind off of you the entire way home from a week long case in Portland. That's seven long days and nights he's had to make do with his fist and a bottle of lotion, just imagining it was you. You've been working night shifts and weren't able to facetime with him like you usually would when he''s away and you're both feeling needy.

He drops his go-bag at the door of your shared apartment, shrugging off his jacket and toeing off his shoes, leaving a trail of clothing towards the bedroom. After 7 night shifts in a row this week, there's no doubt in Aaron's mind about just where he'll find you, it's 3am and he knows how hard you have to try to change your sleeping schedule after a week like this. He breathes out a sigh of relief at the sight of your sleeping form, buried under the covers in the middle of the bed, you're face down, with your nose buried in his pillow, no doubt breathing in his scent, letting it comfort you in his absence.

You left the nightlights in the hall and at the foot of the bed on for him, and his heart warms at just how thoughtful you are of him stumbling around in the dark. But the warmth in his chest is nothing compared to the heat in his cheeks after he has shed the rest of his suit and peeled back the layers of blankets over you to reveal your beautiful ass, covered only by a thin pair of lace panties, and positioned perfectly for him to admire it.

He feels himself pitching a tent in his boxers as he recalls a conversation the two of you had quite early in your relationship, about how you wouldn't mind the other person waking you however they deemed appropriate, or them using you however they need to. He sits back on his haunches behind you in the bed and palms himself at the thought of bring inside of you, finally inside of you after seven long days. He knows this can't wait til the morning, the weariness deep in his bones nothing compared to the fire now burning in his belly as he runs his hand over your thigh, checking how deeply you're sleeping. He slinks back to the doorway where he had discarded his tie, taking it back to the bed and tying your wrists gently together behind your back. Not tight enough to hurt, but certainly enough to hold them together.

He sheds himself of the last layer of clothing, hissing when his strained cock hits his stomach, snapping free from his waistband. He knows exactly how he's going to take you.

He drops to his elbows, making just enough space between your legs for him to lay behind you, and he licks a long stripe up your slit, from your clothed clit all the way up to your hole. He feels his hips move against the bed of their own volition as he gets his first taste of you, even through your panties. He loses his control then, quick to pull your panties down your legs, leaving them around one ankle in his hurry to taste you properly, like a man starved.

He starts slowly, suckling and nibbling at your clit and your folds, before you start shifting against him in your sleep, which only stirs him on. He uses his hands to spread you open so he can dive in, his tongue exploring everywhere it can reach inside of you. When he feels your walls start constricting around his tongue he knows you're close and he moans, loudly. The deep sound causing further vibrations throughout your body as your arms start moving above him, your fingertips finding his hair as you awake with a series of groans. Your sounds only cause Aaron's hips to start grinding against the bed as he continues his onslaught on your pussy.

Aaron knows you, and he can tell from your writhing that you're close but you need more, so he runs his fingers through your slick, coating his digits before he slips one into your greedy cunt. You let out a long moan as he adds a second, and begins curling them against you. He's very upset that all your sounds are being muffled by the pillow you're pressing your face into but his disappointment is countered when you manage to grab at his hair, tugging it. He speeds up his frenzied attack with his mouth and fingers working in tandem to bring you to the edge, before he replaces his fingers with his tongue once more, bringing his thumb to circle your clit furiously, his attempts to reach deeper into you are only causing the tip of his nose to toy playfully with your ass. This causes your grip on his hair to border on painful as you scream into your pillow, pulling at his roots, and he can taste your release on his tongue.

He rides you out through the waves of your orgasm before he pulls back, panting, and only now realising how badly he's strained his jaw in his attempts to lap up every drop of your slick. Now that he's sure you're ready, he kneels again, shuffling up behind you and using his mess covered hand to pump his leaking cock, knowing he doesn't need any more lubrication, having already coated his entire chin and nose in your juices.

He picks your hips up, sliding his pillow underneath you, so that you're at a higher angle for him, as he comes up behind you, peppering your back with kisses on his way up. He still has the full body urge to pound you into the mattress just so he can feel your vice grip on his cock once more, but now that you're awake he wants to make sure you're okay with this.

"What a way to wake a girl up, Aaron. Welcome home indeed." You laugh, as his stubble tickles at your neck, and he places kisses behind your ear.

"I've been thinking about stuffing you full of my cock for over 180 hours now, but who's counting?" Your hips stir at both his raspy, horny, sleep deprived voice in your ears and at the thought of his leaking cock finally making its home in your cunt once again.

"Well, don't stop on my account, please. Take everything you need." Aaron can feel your arms trying to free themselves from his tie but he needs no further encouragement as he pumps his cock once, twice more, lining it up with your entrance before he pauses to tease your clit with his head, flicking it and collecting the last dripping beads of your slick on his shaft. He hears you almost whimper in anticipation, but he can't hear you clearly enough. He tugs on your tied wrists, pulling you back against him so your face is off the pillow.

"Be sure to let me hear you, little girl. You know how daddy feels about you voicing your pleasure, don't you?"

"Yes! Yes, sir, just please, please fuck me already!" You practically cry, and Aaron knows he's done for, as if he could ever say no to you.

In one swift motion, he begins burying himself to the hilt, letting out a rather loud groan at the feeling of your hot, wet, spasming pussy stretching to accomodate his size, like always. He keeps one hand gripping at your wrists as his other hand takes you by the hip, pulling to ensure he's as deep as he can reach, allowing you just a minute to adjust before he starts moving, slowly at first. But hard thrusts, making sure the very tip of his dick collides beautifully with your g-spot each time. He feels your walls clench around him when he does and he knows he's not going to last very long at all, so he'd better make this worthwhile. He speeds up, pulling out to the last inch before pounding his length back into you, hearing a whine escape your mouth each time he buries himself inside you.

He's close, too close, after a week of fucking his fist with nothing but the topless polaroid he keeps of you in his wallet to help him, he's completely drowning in the pleasure of the real thing, of your tight pussy clamping down around his throbbing cock. He pulls your wrists further back against him, using his hand under your hip to guide your torso to be pushing back against his, now sitting back on your knees, he's almost fucking up into you now, letting gravity do his back a favour by pulling you back down on top of him after each thrust. Now, his free hand snakes around to your clit, quickly starting to rub tight circles on it in the way he knows will always get your thighs rubbing together in no time. The sounds in the room can only be described as pornographic, his balls clapping against your folds and the wet squelch of your mixed pleasure each time he stuffs you with his cock.

You're quick to release a string of curses along with Aaron's name as he can feel every vein in his neck straining, he must be practically purple trying to not spill his seed until you've cum around his cock once more. He feels your telltale bucking of your hips as the first wave of your second orgasm washes over you and he lets out a massive breath, before almost screaming your name as his thrusts become messier and his spasming cock paints your insides with hot white ropes of his cum.

It takes him almost two minutes to regain the ability to breathe and speak, and as the sound of thrumming blood in his ears gives way to normal sound, he can hear your sweet voice soothing him, telling him what a good boy he is and how well he did for you. He can feel your poor hands still pinned between the two of you playing with the hair beneath his belly button, making him realise he still needs to help you out. He unties your wrists, apologising for being so lost in his own pleasure that your poor shoulders must be aching.

"It's okay, Aaron, I was too far gone to even feel anything straining."

"Good, that's good." he says quietly, still clearly frazzled from just how hard his orgasm had hit him. He's softening inside you as he moves the two of you to lay on your side, and he pulls out. With a kiss on your shoulder, he pads off to the bathroom, returning with two wet washcloths. One to clean the growing sticky messes between both of your thighs and another for his face, still coated in your slick.

He discards the washcloths back by the basin and crawls into bed, caging you in his arms and declaring that he will never ever let you work that many night shifts in a row again, he just misses you too much. You can only form half the words to assure him you missed him every bit as much, as your sentence trails off and you drift back to your slumber, now much more content, sleeping in his arms.

This post is nsfw minors DNI****

Okay so this has been sitting in my inbox for a good while and I didn't know how to respond to it. So I have decided not to add anything because this is just an entire smut fic on its own.

I'll add warnings but of course I can't add the read more feature.

Warnings: Smut, somnophilia, p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), reader is tied, masturbation, I think that's it but let me know if I missed anything.

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat @ssahotchnerr @criminalskies @beardedhotchh @hotchnerbau @ssamorganhotchner @mrs-ssa-hotch @canuck-eh @luvehotch @callm3c0nfus3d @ivyflowers13 @randomuserrs

Hotch: @14buddy22 @pastanoodles11 @htchnr

[seungmoonandstars]

Seungmin being far away and horny and alone in his hotel room while he talks to you and starts getting hard and touching himself and she slowly figures it out??

can’t be blind date au or anything else!

Kim Seungmin/female reader

wc: ~1.4k

rating: fluff(little bit of smut)fluff ಇ

thank you anon! Hope you enjoy~ (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡

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It’s so late.

Seungmin is tired, but he can’t sleep no matter what he does, and no matter how much he tries to relax. He’s still hyped up from the previous day, and that’s understandable. A lot has been happening lately, and he’s been traveling almost nonstop.

But he misses his bed and he misses sleeping next to you in the silk sheets he loves so much—he really misses getting comfortable in your arms, and dozing off as you rub all of his tense spots.

He breaks his attempt at relaxation and looks at his phone, checks the time (3:30am), turns off sleep mode. It’s likely you’re asleep, but whether or not you have to get up early for work…he’s not sure. You’ve been working far less lately because you don’t need to work so much anymore. But he knows you get bored, and you’re always doing something.

Seungmin decides to take a chance, and he sends you a text…

“hi hi my love, are you up? Sorry if I wake you 🐶♥️”

…then opens YouTube to help pass the time, and hopefully help make him sleepy.

But you are up.

“hi pup, why are you still awake? It’s so late”

“can’t sleep, why are you up?”

A video call comes through. He clicks on the lamp as he answers and waves to you.

“You all alone baby?”

“Yeah, I’m all alooone,” he sings, and rolls onto his stomach, “are you alone?” He laughs when he sees the shadow of a smile on your lips.

“unfortunately…how was your day, Min?”

“It was long and it was so warm today. And my room is warm even with the air conditioner on”

“Do you have a fan?”

“No…turn your little lamp on, I can’t see you very well”

Seungmin hears the soft ruffle of blankets, and then a slap on the bedside table. The little puppy shaped nightlight he gave you casts a warm glow on your face.

“Much better…I don’t have a fan, no”

“It’s hard to fall asleep when it’s so warm”

“How was your day? Did you work?”

“Not today, no. I cleaned and rearranged the kitchen and made room for your new coffee maker”

“Oh it came! Thank you for setting it up”

He watches as your phone drops, everything goes dark, and the sound of blankets or pillows or both being moved around muffles everything. And then it’s quiet.

“Where did you go?”

No answer. Seungmin waits a few more seconds, then puts his mouth right up to his phone…

“Are you there, love?”

The screen lights up again as you lift it. He catches more of you now, because you turned on another lamp, and he sees where you went—there’s a phone charger in your hand.

“Sorry, my phone is almost dead…I’m good now”

“What are you wearing?”

“Hm? What am I…what am I wearing? That’s cute, pup. The same thing I always wear to bed, I think.”

“Yes but I haven’t seen you iiiiinn…” he cocks his head to the side and pokes his tongue out as he thinks, “nine days.”

“That is a very long time to be away from you”

He holds the phone carefully as he fluffs up his pillow and turns onto his back again, “let me see you…hold the phone over your shoulder so…yes like that,” he smiles.

“Satisfied?”

“Mhm, much more than I was five minutes ago”

You watch as he relaxes into his pillows, and now the way the light hits him bounces off the sweat on his forehead. His hand appears, and he rakes his hair up and away from it, and some of it stays neatly pushed back.

“Am I keeping you up?”

Now it’s just a perfectly framed image of his shoulders and tired face.

“No…I’ll fall asleep if I want to. You should try to relax, though”

“I am trying, I promise,” he bites down on his bottom lip and closes his eyes for a moment. And then he sighs so deeply, “hey, look at me”

You focus on him. A smirk tugs at his lips, and he sighs again.

“Where else would I wanna look?”

His laugh is lazy and sweet—the phone shakes a little, but it stays firmly in his hand, pointed at his face. And then a soft moan floats out of him, and you can’t believe you even catch it.

“Seungmin?”!You turn and lay on your side, face half hidden in the pillow. It’s easier to keep the camera on you like this. “What are you doin, pup?”

“Hmm?” His eyes are heavy, and his lips part just a bit.

“What are you doin?”

“Relaxing”

“Good”

“Yeah, I’m glad you called”

“Let me see”

“Hm, what you want to see?”

“Let me see you relaxing”

A blush spreads across his face, because this is a first for both of you. You’ve thought about it before, and he’s thought about it, too, but you’ve never gone as far as doing it.

The phone moves slowly down his body. Now you can see his t-shirt is pulled up and his stomach is out, shorts are pulled down just enough for you to see his cock, already so hard in his hand. His fingers are curled below his head, and he moves his hand down. Then up.

You can hear him moaning with every slow, hard stroke.

“Maybe we should both be relaxing,” he points the camera at himself and smiles innocently. And he keeps it there so he can watch you.

“I’ve needed to all day”

“Have you been thinking about me all day?”

“All day…every day”

“What are we doing in all your thoughts?”

Now you notice the slow, subtle movements of his shoulder as his hand moves up and down. His moans become a little more audible.

“You finally get home, and you come in with your hands full, like always, and I start undressing you before you can put anything down….”

He mhmmm’s and sinks even further into the pillows.

“And you drop everything and stand there while I get you…almost naked, and you grab me and kiss me and…”

“Start undressing you, I hope”

“Mhm, and we make it to the couch and I get between your legs and take out your dick. Get you even harder. Choke on you…”

The movement of his shoulder is much more obvious now. He licks his lips.

“Suck you and lick you…that spot you like so much”

“Yeah, yeah…you know what I like.”

“I do know what you like…I know exactly what you like. Then I crawl on top of you and fuck you…”

Seungmin smiles and moans as his strokes speed up even more.

“…take my time on your cock, so I can enjoy every second of you stretching me open”

His mouth hangs open and his eyes close slowly. You can feel how close he’s getting—you know that look on his face.

“grind into you…” you whimper as you talk—the thought alone is making you wet, “bounce on you, touch you so softly, just how you like it…make you feel good, pup”

“You feel so good,” he whines, and the phone shakes as he tries to keep it on him. His hips buck up against his touch—you can hear his desperate strokes as he gets closer.

“You gonna come for me? I want you to come, pup”

He cries out a little when he does, whines your name quietly.

“Good boy, you’re so pretty when you come”

The phone drops, and now all you can see is the ceiling of the hotel room, and the phone shakes a little with his movements. You can hear his heavy breaths for a few moments until, finally, he grabs the phone again and looks at you.

Face pink and sweaty—his hair is down against his forehead again, and sticking together at the ends. He shakes it out of his eyes.

“Hey”

It takes a few more seconds until he composes himself again.

“Mm, that was…I feel much better”

“good, you look a little sleepier”

He pulls the phone even closer, and now all you see is the corner of his face—his eye, the top of his ear, “thank you for staying up with me.”

“Any time”

The phone drops again, and when Seungmin returns, his shirt is off. “Sorry, cleaning up my mess.”

“Do you want to talk until you fall asleep?”

“Yes please”

He turns on his side and fluffs his pillow until he’s comfortable. Now you can only see half of his face, but you do see his mouth turn up in a smile.

[holdmytesseract]

Hello dearest friend! I got a little drabble idea for Baby Fever! Loki & his little family for the 2k sleepover 😁

Narfi as a baby having a clingy/separation anxiety stage with both of his parents, but Y/N and Loki are busy with tasks at home. Ella hears Narfi crying and she goes into the room to get him out of the crib to play with him and he stops crying. Maybe when Loki and Y/N are done with their tasks, they join their babies or watch through the baby monitor to see Ella and Narfi playing together 💕🥹

Inspired by this: https://www.instagram.com/reel/CwW4mLMo1ru/?igsh=ZGFqYjdtbDZndHo1

The Best Big Sister

Ella & Narfi

Warnings: fluff... so much fluff!

Word Count: drabble

a/n: Henlo, friend! Thank you SO much for this utterly sweet request! I had SO much fun writing it! 🥹💖

Day 3 of the Campfire Sleepover - let's go! 🏕

Ella was just leaving her room and happily jumping down the hallway - on her way to get another slice of Scott's blueberry pie, when she heard the soft cries and whimpers of her baby brother; coming undoubtedly from his nursery across her parents bedroom. The six-year-old girl frowned and looked around for her father or mother, but none of them was even in sight. So, Ella placed her plate on the floor beside her door and tiptoed over to Narfi's room.

Gently opening the door, she peaked inside. The nightlight, which was once hers casted a beautifully warm light throughout the whole darkened room. Then her blue eyes landed on the crib. Little Narfi stood on his small feet; one tiny hand holding onto the wooden bars, while the other rubbed his teary eyes. Thick tears ran down his cheeks; small raven curls completely dishevelled.

The young boy couldn't form much words yet, but Ella could clearly identify his cries... Mama and Dada.

What the girl didn't know, was that Narfi currently went through a clingy anxiety stage with both his parents - but that was the last thing Ella thought of. All she wanted was to help her baby brother. So, she approached the crib.

"Narfi..." She spoke gently, while sliding the little stool over and stepped on it. "Don't cry." Without hesitation, Ella reached over and lifted her younger brother out of the crib and held him, just like Loki had showed her. "I know I'm not mommy or daddy, but... I'm still here for you. You're my baby brother." She sat down on the fluffy carpet with Narfi still whimpering in her lap. But when she started to talk to him, his big ruby eyes settled on her and his cries stopped.

"You know, you are just here, because I wished for you. I asked mommy and daddy for a sibling and they really said yes." Ella kept on talking; gently cuddling Narfi against her. "I am your big sister, Narfi and I will always be here for you." The little boy still stared up at her with wide eyes; seemingly stunned and fascinated. But Ella had an idea...

"You don't have to be afraid," the girl whispered and shape-shifted into her Jotun form. "See?" She smiled; taking his smaller hand into hers. Narfi still looked up at his sister; ruby eyes meeting ruby eyes - and suddenly he smiled brightly, causing Ella to smile as well. She made it.

Across the apartment, you and Loki were standing in the kitchen; together cleaning up the dishes from dinner. Neither you nor Loki had the time to pay much attention to the baby monitor, but after about an hour kicked your motherly instincts in; knowing very well that Narfi was in a clingy anxiety stage. You frowned; drying your hands.

"Everything alright, love?" Loki asked immediately; seeing your frown. "Yeah, I'm just... suspicious. Narfi didn't even cry once in three hours... We both know that he usually always does at the moment." You walked over to the table, on which the baby monitor stood - and noticed to your sheer horror, that the monitor was off.

"Shit, babe, we forgot to switch the baby monitor on!" Loki's eyes widened. "I beg your pardon, we did what?" Wordlessly, you showed your husband the switched off device. You exchanged a horrified look and both immediately stormed off to Narfi's room...

Arrived at the door, you and Loki stopped dead in your movement, as you noticed that the door was ajar. I closed it, the god thought; was certain.

You exchanged another look, before peaking through the gap - and seeing one of the sweetest things ever; almost causing your ovaries to explode...

Your daughter sat on the fluffy carpet, your baby boy cradled in her arms. She was gently rocking and speaking to him; tickling him from time to time and making him coo and giggle.

You instinctively reached for Loki's arm; squeezing it tight, as if to say: Do you see what I see?!

Of course, Loki did. And if you'd look into his eyes in that very moment, you'd see the tears of happiness and endless love gathering in them. The scene unfolding in front of him touched the god deeply.

Not to startle either of your kids, you gently knocked, took Loki's hand and stepped inside. Ella's eyes immediately snapped up and met yours. "Hey mommy and daddy," she whispered and put a finger on her lips. "I think Narfi is about to sleep in, shhh." Both, you and Loki quietly joined your son and daughter; sat down on the soft carpet beside her. Loki immediately wrapped an arm around his princess.

"Did you look after your brother?" Ella nodded. "I wanted to get another slice of uncle Scott's cake, when I heard Narfi's cries, but didn't see you or daddy. So, I went to help him."

You pressed a kiss on the crown of her head. "Thank you, sweetie. You did wonderfully." Her eyes lit up and she smiled. "Really?"

Loki nodded. "Yes, princess. You are such a great big sister." Ella giggled happily; eyes shining brightly.

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Sakamaki Brothers as Dads Headcanons!

This is in the context of their character development in later games, but I'm still going to try to be accurate to their personalities and try not to over-soften or idealize them

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Shu:

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- Shu struggled to find a balance between gentle discipline and guidance and freedom for his kids, he didn't want them suffocated like he was

- While he's there to help and support, he believes they should learn to work things out on their own. He's not neglectful of their problems but he's a little less hands-on in that regard

- Instead of solving things for them he works with them so they can learn to solve things on their own

- He keeps an eye of them without getting too involved physically like while they're playing or in public

- Though he'll love all his kids equally he really wanted a girl after centuries of being the older brother to 5 brothers

- Though he wants them to be able to take care of themselves, Shu is very protective of them

- He's generally very calm, even when angry

- He'll probably adopt a kitten or puppy for them to raise with him

- When they're young he lets them nap on his chest

Reiji:

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- Strict, but warm and gentle

- He makes sure to give each of his kids equal attention as to not let history repeat itself

- He also wants to prevent his children from having that same animosity and resentment he felt/feels with Shu

- If he managed to make some sort of peace with Shu he'll be okay with them interacting

- He'll take them into the woods and help them take care of and interact with animals

- He's adamant that they'll be vampires, not half-vampire, half-human, so he will absolutely turn his s/o into a vampire. No discussion

- Teaches them what he knows but also helps indulge them in their interests

- Kisses their forehead or heads

- Will check for monsters under the bed or in the closet, but won't let them sleep in bed with him and his s/o, he'll just reassure them there's no monster and give them a nightlight

- They can still hang out with him and his and his s/o's bed just not sleep there overnight

Ayato:

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- He's the fun dad

- But also sometimes the really embarrassing dad

- His son's playing a sport? He's losing his mind in the stands

- His daughter's the lead in a musical? He's clapping obnoxiously and bragging to EVERYONE

- Literally brags about every single one of his children's achievements

- Also the parent with the belief of his children can do no wrong. Like he'll argue with the teacher if one of his kids gets a bad grade

- He was really excited when you got pregnant

- But was secretly really worried

- He kind of idealized it at first, underestimating the difficulties of raising a kid and how much work infants are

- Was legitimately surprised at how long it would take for them to walk or talk

- At first he was entirely against any sort of discipline because he didn't know what discipline was, he didn't know you could be a good loving parent and discipline your child without mistreatment or abuse

- As far as he knew, discipline was abuse

- Very protective and possessive, especially with his daughter/s

- Sometimes fights with his kids over his s/o's attention or the last bite of food

- He'll always give them to last bite of food

Kanato:

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- He loves them the way he loves his s/o, it's genuine love but it's also very possessive love. He loves them as possessions

- Kanato can be surprisingly verbally loving in the games so he'll be like that with his kids, giving them compliments and telling them how much they mean to him like he does with Yui

- He'll stroke their hair and have tea parties

- They can't have Teddy but they can touch and talk to him

- He'll make them their own stuffed animal and they'll be allowed to name them Teddy Junior if they want to

- Kanato really likes dressing up his daughter/s like pretty dolls, he'll get disappointed if she doesn't like it but may come to tolerate/accept that's not who she is

- Not very interested in changing diapers, but will be present there, just not doing the actual action, more support and company

- He does hold them and rock them and he will take over so his s/o gets rest

- Extremely possessive. They are his and s/o's only. He's not even happy that they're related to his brothers

- If he has a good enough relationship with his brothers though he may tolerate them interacting

Laito:

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- He was excited to be a dad, but really worried

- Laito was sure to properly teach his children love

- Laito was really wary of who he allowed his kids to be near or alone with. He got it into his head that any adult might try to hurt or abuse them and for a while he was insanely over-protective

- He hated letting them out of his sight and even into their teenage years he had familiars following them

- A really playful dad

- Surprisingly good at discipline. Never in an abusive way of course, but he's surprisingly good at it and willing to teach them to behave

- Hates the idea of his daughter/s getting a boyfriend

- He will allow his children to play dress up with him, paint his nails, etc

- He'll play toys with them

- He's actually a very responsible father and all his brothers were really surprised

Subaru:

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- Subaru started out TERRIFIED

- How could he possibly be a good parent? His parents weren't and he still thinks he's a horrible monster

- Finally agrees to get therapy for his anger issues

- He was at first terrified to touch or hold his first child after they were born because he was scared he'd pollute them

- All his kids after that he was able to hold and interact with because he was able to get over that fear

- He turned out to be quite the natural

- Fiercly protective

- Still a bit of a tsundere, but is very open with his love

- Can barely resist their begging or cute little pleading faces

- Like Laito he often sends his familiars after them and doesn't like them being out of his sight, especially as children

- Loved taking care of them as babies, he found bathing and feeding and rocking them really relaxing

- It reminded him of all the good and love in the world and he never wanted his children to feel unloved by him

- Lets them cling onto his arms and he'll lift his arm to hold them up

- Puts his hand on their heads affectionately

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Protection Extra III

Read the rest here: Protection

This is set pretty far in the future. It was one of the first things that popped into my head about their cute little lives. I will go back in time too but I’ve been dying to write this.

~3.3k words

No warnings; all fluff. Just like an abundance of fluff. Tooth rotting, sugary cuteness.

Harry’s whole world was on that bed. There was no way he could leave then. Bad story or not.

“Mumma!” The little shout was from down the hall. Almost immediately her eyes opened, the maternal instinct kicking in before the first syllable left her lips. Carefully, she pulled herself from under Harry’s arm.

Thunder was the culprit. She should have known but she was tired when Harry came to bed and didn’t even notice the loud storm. Frowning, she hurried the few rooms over to the bedroom, a pep in her step because she was a little worried it was something worse than fear of the storm. Opening the bedroom door, she sighed, leaning against the doorframe and putting all her weight on her good leg—because even though it had been over half a decade since the injury, it still ached in the rain. “Hey Miss Petal,” she whispered softly. “S’matter, Violet?” She crept across the room feeling worse by the moment as she adjusted to the darkness—only half-lit by a flower shaped nightlight plugged in along the back wall. How could she have slept through the storm that made the five-year-old so sad?

The little one was frowning too. Not quite crying, but she was definitely watery-eyed. “M’scared,” she pouted.

“Of what, my love?” She asked scooping her into her arms and tucking her little face into the crook of her neck. She was warm and a little sweaty from being so scared. She gently cupped the back of her head, smoothing down her soft brown curls that she got from her father. Her lips brushed along Violet's hairline comfortingly.

“The thunder, it’s loud,” she explained. Her little pout was all Harry. It seemed sinful for someone as pretty as her to frown. She felt the same way when Harry frowned too.

“I’m sorry, Vi,” she hummed and started down the hall back for the other bedroom. Of course, with an achy leg and a child on her hip, she limped back a little more than she did on the way to her room. “It’s okay though. The storm can’t hurt you,” she reminded her. “Daddy and I would never let anything hurt you,” she promised. She would first use herself as a shield, then Harry if necessary. But she was certain if anything came close to danger of harming their daughter, Harry wouldn’t let it near either of them.

“S’wrong, loves?” Harry mumbled sleepily rubbing his eye hearing them enter the bedroom again.

“We’re just a little rattled by thunder,” she explained, her knee touching the bed frame indicating she made it back to her oasis, ready to snuggle with Harry. She slipped back into bed and placed the pretty little girl between them in the middle of the mattress.

Immediately, Harry reached out for his daughter. She was warm, adorable, and a little shaky with anxiety from the storm. She was a carbon copy of the love of his life just one little body away from him. Already brilliant—a little inquisitive genius, obsessed with plants and flowers. A scientist in the making with the kindest heart Harry had ever seen for a five-year-old. “Aw, petal,” Harry kissed her temple and pulled her closer. The thunder very nearly shook the house making her stiffen in his arms. “S’nothing, Violet,” he promised.

Without the nightlight, she had to reach out and feel for Violet's little face. Her finger traced the shape of her eyebrows, brushed her soft, tear-damp lashes, and felt her pouting little lip on her daughter’s face. “It’s loud,” she whispered to Harry. He nodded understandingly against her little frame and pulled her closer to him, snuggling so she pressed up against his torso. With one arm beneath his pillow, it stretched across the bed and grasped for his wife’s hand. “Miss Wildflower,” Harry said softly. “D’you think Miss Petal needs t’hear a story?” He asked.

She twined her fingers loosely with Harry’s beneath the pillow facing the two loves of her life. She smiled into the darkness as the thunder thrummed around them. She inched forward on the mattress and draped her other arm across their bodies. The cocoon of the warm bed and Harry’s protective body was already making the little one very sleepy.

She glanced at the clock. It was a little after midnight. Still plenty of time to sleep. “What do you think, Miss Petal?” She asked.

Harry felt her nod against his chest. “Mumma’s boo-boo,” she said softly.

It was one of Harry’s least favorite stories. He hadn't heard her tell it once since Violet was born. “Not that one, Vi,” he nearly groaned.

“I’ll tell it,” she offered immediately.

“Kitten, honey,” he warned quietly.

“Shh, it’s late. Let me tell it so we can go to sleep.”

“Daddy doesn’t like that story, Mumma,” Violet explained a knowing tone in her voice.

“Is that so?” She asked, wishing she could see Harry’s facial expression. Having seen it a thousand times over, she knew it was that deep set frown that made her stomach hurt with the need to fix it. It was the same one he had when they visited Anne and Gemma for their first Christmas; agonized over a bad dream from one of the first nights they spent together in his childhood bedroom.

“He doesn’t know it,” Violet explained.

“Really?” She whispered in surprise a smirk toying at the corners of her mouth. It was dark, but Harry didn’t need to see her to know there was a smirk on her face. That same knowing one she wore on her lips the day he met her.

Oh, I get it. She had said to him leaning against the door frame of her flowery apartment. Send someone young so I relate to them. Someone that will understand my attitude.

“Maybe we should jus’ go t’sleep, Miss Petal,” Harry warned the little one with the same tone as he used with her mum.

“Not without a story, Daddy,” Violet pleaded. “Mumma will tell it, I always ask her to tell it since you don’t like it.”

Harry sighed, too tired to argue. “Alright.”

Violet rotated so her back was pressed to Harry’s body, caged beneath the arm that previously held his wife in place before the little one woke her. Harry wished he had heard her shout. When Violet came to bed with Harry, they didn’t team up against him and trick him into telling the bad story. Normally Harry left the room. But it was after midnight, and they were snuggled beneath a warm blanket. When he picked her up from her room and brought her back to sleep, Miss Wildflower usually remained asleep—even when Violet insisted on kissing Mumma on the cheek before cuddling into Harry and drifting off to dreamland.

Harry’s whole world was on that bed. There was no way he could leave then. Bad story or not.

She squeezed Harry’s hand reassuringly. “This is the abridged version, Vi. No tricks,” she whispered knowingly to her.

“What’s a bridge? Is there a new part?” She asked, excitement in her voice. With each retelling a new little detail was added—it was usually miniscule. Violet was still young. Truthfully, as much as she had joked about telling their future kids about it when it happened, she wasn’t sure she would ever want Violet to know Harry put a bullet in her—even if it was to protect her.

Many of the new details involved solidifying the clues she left behind for Harry to find and how he figured it out. Like a scavenger hunt. Violet had said when she heard about it. She loved to tell the story. Reliving the joy in Harry’s fearlessness even if he hated the story. She thought he was exceedingly brave, even if he didn’t feel that way. To her it showcased all the courageous and strong attributes Harry had and all the things he would always do to protect their little family.

The thunder cracked causing a little yelp to escape her throat. She snuggled further into her Dad’s body. Harry chuckled. “Means shorter story, petal,” he whispered kissing the back of her soft, wispy hair.

“Okay, Mumma,” she said softly with a frown in her voice.

“Once upon a time,” she began. “I was being babysat by a group of really awful people who didn’t like me.”

Harry snorted. “S’this how y’always start it?”

“Shh, Daddy,” Violet chided. “Except Uncle Niall and Daddy,” she completed the opening.

“Right, except Uncle Niall and Daddy," a brief pause. "I was really grumpy," she whispered to the little one. "They wouldn't let me do what I wanted to do."

"Because of the yucky protocols," he could feel Violet nod against him as if she was there whenever she said she hated protocol.

“Kitten, s'not fair,” Harry muttered in warning. The girls ignored him.

“After Daddy had been babysitting me for months and getting me out of trouble way more times than he ever thought he’d have to handle...we fell in love,” she leaned in and peppered Violet's face with little kisses. The little one giggled while Harry felt a flood of warmth take over his body. Harry liked that part. He smirked, remembering all the havoc and chaos that ensued during the first few months of his new job. Falling in love with her was the easiest thing in the world. “But then..." Harry felt nothing but dread replace the warmth he had previously felt. All the reasons he knew he hated this story were coming. "I overheard a conversation from someone that really didn’t like me,” her voice barely reached his ears she spoke so softly. “I had to tell Daddy to leave me alone so he wouldn’t get hurt.” Harry felt the same pang of hurt and anguish that pierced him the day Niall told him all about the letter she had sent. The one that led to the longest week of his life. That week included beating out the second longest week of his life when Miss Violet had the flu and he wanted nothing more than to rip the illness out of her body and put it in his own. “Daddy didn’t like that,” she whispered knowingly into the darkness. Harry was silent.

“Mumma said you cried, Daddy,” Violet's soft tone was hushed quietly.

“That was a secret, petal,” she reminded her back in another whisper.

“Oops,” she giggled.

Harry rolled his eyes ignoring the little exchange.

Even if it was adorable.

Plus, he did cry.

“The bad guys took me to a place to keep me hidden from Daddy. But Daddy is a really good detective, and he would never ever let me leave him for that long,” her voice was so solid. Even as a whisper. Harry felt his throat close around a lump of emotion. If he wanted to protest the story—which now he didn’t—he wouldn’t have been able to. “So Daddy found me,” she continued. “It was a really scary moment. But I knew Daddy would keep me safe. Do you remember how I knew?”

“Daddy wouldn’t let anything hurt you..." Violet responded immediately. It was practiced. Like a mantra. "He won't let anything hurt me either,” Violet nodded firmly. She already knew this part too. Harry twisted the diamond wedding ring on her left finger below the pillow and tried to push the emotion down, desperately trying to remember that this was the bad story. The one he hated to think about.

But he hadn’t heard her tell the story before.

She made it beautiful. Something so awful and something that broke his heart just to think about—she made it bloom into something wonderful.

It was very typical for his Miss Wildflower.

“I got a really bad boo-boo,” she reminded Violet. Harry squeezed her hand and tried not to think too much about it....even though every once in a while, (typically around the anniversary that he was sure he was the only one between the two of them who remembered), Harry still had nightmares of her losing all that blood in a puddle that made him feel nauseous and broken as if it was the day before.

“But, Daddy fixed it,” Violet sounded like she was telling a secret.

“He always does,” she answered.

Harry really thought he would cry now.

“That’s why Mumma has an owie on her leg, Daddy,” Violet whispered.

“Mmm,” as if Harry could forget. She squeezed his hand and smiled in the dark.

“It doesn’t hurt though,” she promised Violet—but Harry knew she was speaking to him and not their daughter.

“Except when it rains,” Harry mumbled bitterly.

“Daddy saved my life,” she ignored her husband's cranky tone. “Every single time I needed him,” the reminder wasn't for Violet, but for Harry. “So thunder?” she shook her head with nonchalant shrug that neither could see. “That’s nothing. Daddy would and could take on a whole storm for you.”

Harry squeezed her hand unable to form adequate words that he loved her so much for making the story sound like he was the hero when he still, very much did not feel like one.

“Finish the story, Mumma,” Violet yawned almost asleep.

“Daddy and I went to Grandma’s and Auntie Gem played with us. We celebrated Christmas and ate lots of yummy cookies. When I got all better we came home and lived happily ever after. Then baby Violet came along and made our lives even better. Now we tell stories together in the dark to keep the thunder away,” her voice got quieter and softer until Violet didn’t respond, her little breath coming out in soft little pants. “I love you, Harry Styles,” she whispered.

“I love you too,” Harry croaked.

She gave his hand a squeeze before drifting back to sleep.

*

It hadn’t rained in a week and while it was still fairly cold out, there wasn’t any rain in the forecast either. Yet she had been limping for over a week. It was nearly the holiday season, which, as lovely as it was, it was also the dreaded anniversary. It had Harry wondering if this was some brand of punishment he could never fully atone for.

Harry had left The Wildflower in the capable hands of his employees making Christmas flower arrangements for dinner parties and gifts in the form of lovely bouquets. She left her green pen and the stack of Bio-Chem exams on the kitchen table to take a break and spend time with Harry and Violet.

Christmas shopping; the goal was to find something for Grandma, Auntie Gem, and Uncle Niall. But someone kept finding presents that she wanted to ask Santa for...in a second list. Naturally, Santa had a hard time denying the little love of anything she wanted. She was certain Harry had already ordered everything on his phone as she pointed to items in windows and in shops.

Santa loved to spoil Miss Petal.

Harry and Violet were ahead of her on the sidewalk while she limped along. “Mumma,” Violet giggled. “You’re taking too long.”

“S’not very nice, petal,” Harry frowned. “Mumma’s leg hurts.”

“I’m okay,” she promised with a smile catching up. “Just moving slow.”

Harry looked her up and down admiring how beautiful and lovely she was, which made her skin warm every inch of her body. She was sure she flushed a dark red on her cheeks which Harry smirked despite the fact he was disappointed in himself for being the reason she was so hurt. “Is it your new tattoo, Mumma?”

Harry stopped in his tracks turning to the woman that not even his young self could have dreamed of if he had met her when they were young. “Mumma doesn’t have tattoos,” Harry murmured looking right at her as he spoke to Violet.

She smiled. “I was waiting till it healed, love bug, remember?”

Violet giggled. “Oops,” she smiled.

Rolling her eyes, she shrugged at Harry. “I’ll show you when we get home.”

It took every bit of self-control to remind himself that he wasn’t in his twenties. He was a parent with a five-year-old in front of him and he couldn't scoop her up off the sidewalk as he had done so many times on the very road and hurry back to the car to get her home and under her skirt.

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Their imaginative little girl liked to play and didn’t mind playing alone. She would draw, color, and even read the same story books she had been practicing reading with Mumma and Daddy.

Which was particularly great right then. It allowed Harry to slide his wife’s long skirt up over her hips and examine the plastic wrapping around the circumference of her thigh. Harry felt emotion choke his vocal cords. He pressed his lips together and sniffed awkwardly. “S’that y’got there, kitten?” He asked.

“A garden,” she smiled sweetly.

“Hmm?” His fingers pressed gently around the plastic to get a better angle. He was accustomed to tattoos, knew how to take care of them and mind them so as not to irritate the fresh ones. “Miss Wildflower’s got a garden?” He asked, heart skipping beats as he scanned the array of little stick flowers lining her thigh. There were a dozen or so little flowers. But three prominent ones in the foreground. Most importantly, one flower from where the bullet had left a scar. Petals surrounding the circular mark.

“Remember when we helped Vi draw a flower garden?” She asked.

Harry nodded even though he had drawn so many pictures with Violet, he wasn’t sure he could pinpoint it exactly. Harry couldn’t move his gaze from her thigh. “Is that...my flower?” He whispered.

She smiled; a light, airy laugh fell from her beautiful lips. “Of course, it is, baby,” she whispered back.

He clenched his jaw trying to keep his emotions from bubbling over. He pressed his fingers lightly over the plastic, brushing softly on the scar that broke his heart each time he looked at it. Harry could hear Violet singing to herself—a song she made up about her dolls. His life was perfect. He had the most lovely daughter.

Perhaps he was the first man in history to have the perfect wife. Gorgeous, intelligent, a wonderful mother, the kindest soul, and the feistiest banter when needed. When he still felt crummy about hurting her, she made it better. Every single time. “I don’t know how m'supposed t'keep loving y’more and more, but y’always manage,” he murmured clearing his throat and cupping her face in his hands.

She smiled up at him, bringing her face closer to his brushing her nose against his. “This really handsome guy on my security detail way back when told me once that wildflowers grow and light up the side of the road even if it’s not a pretty road..." she started. "I didn't know you always left when I told that story," she whispered. "You can't possibly still feel guilty about it, baby. I've..." she shook her head. "You saved my life."

"I almost killed you—it would have killed me."

She smirked. "I have never thought this scar was ugly. But I know you hate it. So I hope you think the wildflowers brighten it for you. It glued us together. Brought us our little petal," she smiled listening to Violet's a verse begin louder than the first few about her new doll—a welcome to her toy box.

Harry felt his heart ache like something he hadn’t ever felt before. “I love you, Miss Wildflower.”

“I love you,” she giggled and leaned in to kiss him way deeper than she should have with an alert five-year-old in the room over.

But she couldn’t help it. With the love of her life attached to her lips there she couldn't bring herself to care at all.

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For bingo can I request an obvious smut 😈 with Steve Rogers x reader with Anal sex and one bed. Plot is they are sent on a mission and only have one bed and at first Steve offers to sleep on the floor but the reader says they can share and sexy time ensues😈

😫😫oh wow yeah thank you for this request 😋

It was supposed to be a Drabble but…2k??

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Warm you up

Warnings: anal sex, fingering, creampie, cum leaking, there’s a lot of cum, a bit cum eating but not really, also slightly daddy kink but not really

18+

A laugh escaped your lips when Steve took the pillow, determinedly throwing it at the floor. “I told you, Steve, the bed is king sized”, you said, picking up the pillow from the floor and throwing it onto the bed, right next to your own pillow. “Besides…we’re both exhausted Steve. I know you got hurt-and don’t give me that look where you plan to lie, it wasn't that bad. I saw them shooting a bullet right through your arm, after you fell from the first floor onto the ground. You need a good night's sleep.”

You could tell he’d still rather argue about it but in the end he sighed. “I hate arguing with you…you’re as stubborn as I am”, with that he grabbed his pajamas and a towel, walking into the bathroom.

While Steve took a shower You looked for your own sleep clothes, listening to the water splashing, that stopped shortly. Only a few moments later Steve left the bathroom dressed in flannel pants and a white t-shirt. So simple. Domestic even. And he looked amazing like that.

Feeling your gaze he lifted his head, making you blush immediately. A soft smile creeping onto your lips while you walked past him into the steam filled bathroom. After taking off your clothes you walked into the shower, warm water hitting your tense muscles, your dirty, bloody skin. Sometimes you really wanted to give up being an avenger. It was exhausting.

But on the other hand you liked the feeling of helping people. At least how much you could. It wasn’t always easy, but you tried to do everything you could.

Sighing you enjoyed the warmth on your skin for a few more minutes, before the water slowly turned colder. You immediately turned off the water and dried off. After putting on your sleep clothes you opened the bathroom door.

The cold air hit you immediately, goosebumps erupting on your whole body, even your nipples stiffened. Hearing your gasp Steve looked up from where he was sitting on the bed and reading a book. “Steve! Why is the window open?”, you scolded, walking over to the balcony to close it. You didn’t notice Steve’s gaze on your breasts, while he pulled the blanket further over his lap.

Since Steve didn’t answer you turned around, hands on your hips and a small frown on your face. “Hm?” Only then did you notice the blush creeping from under Steve's shirt to the very tips of his ears. “I-what? Oh yeah, window…I’m running hot in the night so-“ “Steve, but I don’t. I’m getting cold quickly-I’m already freezing.” While laying down you could swear hearing Steve mumble something. ( “I can see that.”)

You turned to him, immediately putting your cold hands beneath his warm thighs. Feeling that he immediately tensed up, gasping in surprise. “What are you doing?” He tried to push your hands away, making you only frown more. “I’m cold because of you. Now you have to warm me up”, you felt your cheeks blush slightly when you realised how your words sounded, but Steve didn’t seem to notice any of it.

“Fine, we can…I can hold you. Hug you, if you’re…if you’re okay with that”, he said shyer than you’ve ever heard him talk. If you were honest, you felt your chest tingle imagining his arms around your body.

Nodding you turned off your nightlight, before looking back at him, since you were already facing the wall. “Cuddle me?”, you whispered, a teasing smile on your lips. It was the first time you two had to share a bed and you were very happy about it. Your growing crush was only getting bigger, especially when he put his arms around you, after turning off his light. But he still wasn’t really close to you, only holding you in his arms, but even his chest didn’t touch your back. “Like this?” “No…closer”, you whispered, feeling his breath hitch.

“I can’t.”

“What? Why not? If you’re uncomfortable with holding me, then…you don’t have to…”, you mumbled, your heart heavy and breaking. “That’s…that’s not what I mean. I want to hold you. But I can’t.”

It confused you. Steve confused you. Why couldn’t he hold you? Was he scared about touching or hurting you? “I’ll tell you if you’d hold me too hard, promise-“ “it’s not that. I really can’t-“ “Steve, don’t be scared, trust me, it’ll be-oh”, Steve finally pressed his whole body against you, making sure you felt his problem. His big problem.

You two stayed quiet for a while, before you slowly pushed a bit back, making Steve moan into your neck.

Then you did it again.

Steve couldn’t stop himself from grinding into you, while grabbing your hips a bit harder and pulling you right onto his clothed dick. “Fuck-I can stop now but…I really don’t want to”, he mumbled into your hair, burring his face in it. “Then don’t stop, Steve.’ He immediately kissed your neck and shoulder, while one of his hands slowly slid into your shorts immediately finding your wet cunt.

A moan escaped your lips and Steve’s fingers pushed into your wetness with a loud squelch. “You’re so wet-and so tight, fuck. So perfect.” You felt him taking of his boxershorts, before once again pushing against your ass. “But I’m curious how tight your ass is”, his implication made you gasp and throb around his fingers at the same time.

And Steve noticed it too.

“Oh, you like it, huh? You want me to fuck your ass? Split you Open on my big cock?”, he whispered more filth into your ear, pushing down your shorts and grinding his dick against your ass. Feeling him skin to skin made you lightheaded. Like this you could swore he felt even bigger. “Yes-yes fuck my ass, Steve. I want to feel it-“

With that he let go of you and left the bed. You immediately sat up to look where he went, only to see him throw everything out of his suitcase and grabbing a lube bottle. Also, you now saw him in his full size.

It made your mouth water.

Fuck.

And he’d fuck you? You’d definitely feel it for days.

“Ass up, baby. You need some prep or I might not fit”, he winked at you cockily, while he threw his shirt to the floor. You didn’t waste time quickly taking off your clothes and changing positions, onto all fours. He pushed your head down so your elbows touched the bed, also making you arch your back more. “So pretty”, Steve mumbled, kneeling behind you.

You could feel his dick on your ass, rubbing himself against you. “Hmm, I’m not sure it’ll fit, sweetheart…”, he mumbled, looking at the size of his cock compared to you. “But I’m sure you’ll be good for me and make it fit.” With that he took his hardness from you, squeezing some lube onto your rim and starting to massage your tight muscle.

A soft moan erupted in your chest while you pressed yourself back into his finger. “Steve-I want-your cock in my pussy-please fuck me-“ You didn’t have to ask more before his cockhead pressed into your wet cunt, stretching your pussy slowly with his thick dick and ass with his fingers.

“Feels so good, Steve”, moaning you pressed back, till you felt his thighs flush against yours. He was so fucking deep in you, you could feel him hit your cirvex with every thrust. With every following thrust you felt yourself get closer to your high, the stimulation of both of your holes making you dumb with pleasure. “Steve-I’m close-“ He angled his hips a bit differently, making sure to hit your soft spot. This was all you needed before falling over the edge with Steve’s name on your lips.

He felt how your walls throbbed around his cock and three of his fingers that were burried in your ass-and fuck, was it tight.

For a moment he let you ride out your orgasm before pulling out, not kissing the quiet unhappy whine. He’d lose to fill your cunt but…he’d rather fill your ass.

“Sweetheart, can I still fuck your ass? Are you still okay with it?”, he asked against your ear, kissing unseen your earlobe. Being completely exhausted you gave him a thumbs up, grinning back at him. “Sure Stevie”, you giggled, feeling him kiss your cheek. “Thank you”, he mumbled back, not being able to stop himself from grinning.

Taking this three day mission he really couldn’t have dreamed of it turning out like this. Maybe he should do more missions with you. Especially if they all would end like this.

You could hear him lube up his dick, before his mushroom head started pressing into you. Gasping you grabbed the sheets tightly enjoying the stretch of his cock. With every coming inch he felt girthier and so long you could swear you could feel him in your throat. Fuck. He was splitting you in half.

“Oh my fucking god-Steve.” Just then Steve grabbed you by the hair pulling you up, till his body was flush against yours, the last inch thrusting into you, filling you completely. “So tight-you have no idea how good you feel”, Steve mumbled into your neck, before slowly starting to move his hips.

Your head fell back into his shoulder, while he started moving faster, harder. “You’re incredible, taking me so good-made for my cock-now, don’t close your eyes, look down sweetheart”, he whispered into your ear, looking at your stomach over your shoulder. When your head fell forward you couldn’t stop yourself from gasping.

A bulge.

Your stomach was bulging with every thrust.

He was so big you could see him.

A gasp escaped your lips while you grabbed into his arm, when he pushed his palm down on your stomach. You had no idea how it was possible but you knew you were close again.

“Fuck-Steve-don’t stop” He only chuckled into your ear. “I don’t intend to, baby.” With his last word his thrust became quicker and harder, till he had to hold your body, otherwise you’d uselessly fell into the bed.

And he stayed truth to his words. When he finally spilled in your ass, filling you toll it leaked around his girth, you had no idea how made times he had made you cum, but you felt overstimulated and cockdrunk. If it wasn’t for him holding you, you’d be like a doll in his hands.

Maybe you already were.

“You’re so pretty like this, sweetheart…coming seven times for me”, he whispered into your ear, slowly lowering your onto the bed, but still holding your hips up, still thrusting. He knew he could probably do it all night and all day, but he saw you were already nearly falling asleep, not even answering him. The only thing that was leaving your mouth were filthy cries of pleasure or his name, like a mantra.

Even though he wanted to stop, he couldn't. His balls were still heavy and your ass was so, so good. And so, so filthy. The squelching sounds and his cumeaking out of you made it even filthier. Your quiet gasp letting him know how much you enjoyed it, even though you were exhausted.

And yet you still managed to come again.

“So perfect-fuck”, when his own orgasm rolled over him he grinded into your ass, before pulling out and stroking himself over your pussy, shooting the last ropes of cum onto your wet folds-not that he needed to, since your cunt was already drenched from all the cum that had leaked out of your ass. Not only your cum, but also your legs and the sheets.

“What a beautiful sight.” A grin crept onto his lips when he scooped some of the cum onto his fingers and pushed into your cunt, immediately feeling your press back onto them, completely cockdrunk.

Chuckling he pulled his fingers out, sucking the remaining taste off of them, before grabbing his t-shirt from the floor and wiping away the cum, still admiring your gaping holes. Filled and leaking.

“We’ll definitely do this again”, he said after finally laying down and pulling you with your back against his chest, listening to your quiet, barely audible whisper.

“Can’t wait, Daddy.”

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sweetest apparition 01│ jjk

pairings: nerd!jungkook x popular!female reader

genre: angst with a bit of fluff and a bittersweet ending (and the tamest smut you’ve ever read)

synopsis: he admired you from a distance. everyone did. you're serene, words dance like ballerinas of your tongue, stars aligning when you laugh, the wind was made to sway with your hair, you were just too good for the world, and you would never know his name.

warnings: !! graphic deceptions of domestic abuse!! , jungkook is a little too in love, oc is kinda obsessed too, mentions of alcohol and drug abuse

wc: 12k oops

a/n: if you're triggered by domestic abuse pls don't read, i will write other stories without a single mention of it soon, im sorry i love you :( this story is just everything i wanted to write for so long and i hope you don't think its cliche lol

++ started writing this in 2021 and it took me so long to finish

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14 days

A loud smack echoed in the dark living room, the smell of alcohol making him sick to his stomach, cheek red from the impact. He carefully held his palm up against his cheek as he prayed to god for someone to save him from this awful household, and his father's clutch.

Jungkook wasn't a crier, he had grown accustomed to the lack of parental love, yet it still stung a little when he heard his father curse at him, questioning why he even had kids. Dragging his feet down the wood-covered halls, Jungkook scrunched his nose in disgust as he saw mold growing on the walls, and he had no idea what to do with it.

His feet took him all the way to his room, dimly lit up with a little nightlight he had bought at the town's annual festival, and next to it was a birthday card from a few years back, which you had given him. He wasn't a stalker, it was just the only birthday card he had gotten from anyone. You were both 11 back then, and Jungkook had invited the whole grade to a party at his grandma's house.

No one showed up the first 20 minutes, and Jungkook cried in his grandma's arms until the doorbell rang, and a sniffling Jungkook opened the door to see you, smiling brightly, stretching out your birthday card with two ten thousand won bills paper-clipped inside.

Jungkook appreciated how you didn't pity him that day, how you didn't even ask about the other guests' absence. You just devoured the chocolate cake together, both laughing at each other and your glaze-stained faces. You never spoke to Jungkook afterward, yet you still left the biggest mark in his heart, and he would never, ever in his life forget you, and how you lit up a broken little boy's heart forever.

Tears prickling in his eyes, blinking them away, gone as fast as they came. He went to sleep early that night, knowing he would see you tomorrow, possibly the only thing keeping him from completely giving up. You were his everything, the light of his life, shimmer in his eyes, despite you not remembering his name. He didn't care, he would just continue fantasizing till it swallows him whole.

13 days

The front strands of your ponytail fell down in your face as you laughed joyously, bubbles brewing in his stomach as he tightened his grip on the book he was reading, The Lover by Marguerite Duras, a disturbing book, which he wasn't focusing on at all.

You were laying down in the grass, frilly pink skirt and a white top, summer breeze warm and comforting, as you giggled with two of your many friends, Jihan and Sooyoung.

The two last weeks of school before the summer break was your favorite, your report cards had been handed out and the school didn't require you to wear uniforms either, so you could wear all the pretty clothes you had bought, preparing for the hot weather.

A guy approached you, which Jungkook recognized as Kim Taehyung, your best friend, with who you were very comfortable, a bit too much for Jungkook's liking.

His whole stomach twisted into a harsh knot when he threw his arms playfully around her neck, quite literally, because he could feel his breakfast come up his throat as he gripped onto the bench, hurling onto the grass. In some ways, he knew it was coming. He had felt the weird feeling in his stomach since he woke up.

"Oh god... Look at Jungkook!" Jihan chuckled, a vicious tone in her laugh. A frown formed on your face, feeling bad for him, so you loosened yourself from Taehyung as you reached for your purse to approach him.

"Jihan." You gave her a cold stare, and she looked away awkwardly, "I'll be back soon." Already rushing over to the boy who was about to wipe his mouth with his hand.

"You shouldn't-!" You exclaim, and he freezes. He's still hanging, face facing the grass, huddled over the bench, saliva dripping from his mouth, probably an attempt to get rid of the gruesome taste.

Jungkook slowly turned his head to face you, and his whole body froze when he met your sympathetic gaze. Digging through your purse you found makeup wipes, holding one out for him to grab. He didn't take it, so you leaned forward to wipe his mouth yourself. "Yuck, this must've been horrible. Are you okay?" You smiled as the tissue met the corner of his mouth, with no trace of disgust on your face.

He didn't try to pull back either, he was so mesmerized by your face up close, he genuinely thought his fantasies had finally swallowed him whole.

Jungkook had an unreadable expression on his face, he was pale like milk, and you felt worried and contemplated calling for a teacher, but you realized they could probably not do any more than you could, considering you were outside of campus, in the park on the other side of town for another foolish class outing.

Placing the used wipe on the bench next to him, he winced and moved a little away from it, and you just felt relieved that he wasn't completely dead. You grabbed a water bottle from your purse, holding it for him so he could drink. It was a hot summer day, the scorching heat had probably gotten to him, lips dry like sandpaper.

He took a few sips, hesitating for a while until he kept drinking. "You must've been so lightheaded, you have to take care of yourself." He only nodded in response. You threw the wipes away and buttered up your hands in hand sanitizer and hand cream before getting comfortable on the bench next to Jungkook.

"Sorry if you don't want me next to you, but I don't think you should be alone like this. You have anyone who can pick you up?" He pondered on your question, only for a short while, until he realized, he had absolutely no one.

"No." He spoke dryly, voice weak and vulnerable. It made you want to protect him, but all you did was sit back in silence, placing your hand on Jungkook's knee, and he grimaced in pain, letting out a small whine.

"Shit, I´m so sorry!" You pulled your hand away, smiling apologetically. Your friends looked at you, questioning looks on their faces as to why you were sitting next to someone like Jungkook.

You brushed them off, and Jungkook crossed his arms protectively, and you felt a pang of guilt. He had only uttered a single word to you, as simple as "No."

When he lifted his arms up, you took it as an opportunity to let your eyes wander, noticing how frail the boy was, how his skin was light as day, and his bicep covered in a purple bruise on his arm, you couldn't help but think he had been sick for a while.

"Let's move out of the sun." You smiled, standing up and taking his hand, and he slowly got up, and you offered a second hand to help him get stable.

His legs were wobbly, the emotions were too much for him. He was holding your hand, you were caring for him, just like you did many years back. You hadn't changed, you were still an angel and not a product of his imagination.

The tears that had been welling up in his eyes last night finally came to the surface, endlessly rolling down his cheeks. You could nearly feel the sting as you heard his quiet sobbing and saw his cheeks turn splotchy red.

He looked embarrassed, mortified actually. You quickly placed his arm over your shoulder, as you started walking away from the open areas of the park. The bus station was close by, so you walked away from the park and your teachers, and none of you seemed to care.

A bus you took quite often luckily passed by, and you waved for it to stop, and of course, the bus driver stopped for you, a sight to behold, and you halted onto the bus with a sniffling Jungkook.

You both looked at each other, eyes widening when you realized that you had skipped school. Chuckling together, your heart warmed up, finally, he was smiling.

You wiped his tear with his thumb as you swore you would protect him from all danger. You both went separate ways that evening after you paid for some cheap mediocre sandwiches at the gas station, not talking much.

12 days left

The next time you see Jungkook, it's no different from the first, he's in yet another pitiful situation, nervously picking up all the books he had just dropped on the ground when crashing into Moonbin, another sleaze who has tried it with you.

"Watch your step dweeb," Moonbin growled, placing a foot on Jungkook's shoulder, pushing him down so his head hits the gravel.

Poor Jungkook groaned in agony, throbbing pain as he rushed to pick up the rest of his books, muttering sorry over and over again.

"Moonbin, what the fuck is your problem?" You stepped in, his saving angel. God had sent you to aid him, he was sure of it. "What has he ever done to you?" You spat, standing between the two boys.

Moonbin was a good 6'3, his height a little intimidating, yet you didn't budge. "Y/N-ah, seriously, stay out of it." His expression softened at the sight of you, and it only made you even angrier, stepping with full force on his foot, making him yell in agony, the little heel crushing his toes.

"Jungkook is my friend, and you don't mess with my friends." You smiled proudly, shooing Moonbin and his bruised ego away before you sat down on the ground with Jungkook, who looked at you like you possessed the world's greatest treasures.

You knew his name. You, Y/N Y/L/N, knew his name. He could squeal in happiness any second, luckily his throbbing headache kept him grounded, adoration glazing his pretty eyes. He had a little bruise on his forehead from the gravel, luckily no blood, and you didn't dare touch it, afraid Jungkook would cry out in pain again like he did two days ago.

You followed him to the bathroom, offering to hold his stuff for him, even his phone, case decorated in Undertale and Zelda stickers, and you laughed to yourself as you traced the stickers with your fingers. Out of a sudden, the buzzes from his phone wouldn't stop, and you flipped his phone around to see series of messages on his lock screen.

Dad 04:37pm

Where are you

You idior come home or i'l, throw your shit ouvt

Ungsteful brat no wonder your mom left tou

Heart dropping to the floor, you dismissed the messages and pretended you had never even seen them, scared Jungkook would close up again as he had finally started talking to you.

When he exited the bathroom, you pretended you hadn't seen anything, yet the lump in your stomach just grew bigger every time you looked at him. You started noticing, how his eyes were puffy, bags under his eyes, one cheek redder than the other, how skinny Jungkook was, and it made you shiver.

"A-are you.. alright?" He asked softly, and you only nodded, pressing your books up against your chest, trying to suppress whatever emotions you so desperately wanted to show.

He followed you home that evening, and you nearly cried out for him not to leave, not to go home to his dad who's texts had scared the living daylights out of you, so you reached for his hand.

"Stay for a while?" You pleaded, smiling, and he could see a little hurt in your eyes. He wanted to, so badly. Then he realized that he had a father at home, so he shook his head.

"I'm sorry, my dad wants me home." And you could hear the fear in his voice as he got ready to leave. His lips reduced into a thin line as you pouted.

"Give me your number at least." You smiled, despite being afraid, and he obliged, typing his number in on your phone, being extremely cautious because of the price of your new iPhone 12, while he was stuck with the iPhone 5.

He turned on his heel, and you couldn't stop him. He slipped out of your hands, your grip. You gulped, watching him walk till he was out of sight. You tossed and turned the whole night, which you never did, you always fell asleep in minutes. You were worried, a few dry cries probably left your mouth.

11 days left

He was present in class the next morning, a feeling of relief as you saw him with his nose down in another book, yet he looked even more defeated than yesterday. He ignored your smiles, he just looked at you with a dead expression and pushed his glasses up his nose, throwing his hoodie over his head, looking back down into his books.

Class ended, and you gracefully walked over to Jungkook's desk, because it seemed like he had no intention of getting up. "I made extra lunch this morning so we could share. You never eat during break so-"

"Y/N, leave." He pointed at the door, all the other students leaving, signaling for you to leave with them, you refused, and pulled out a chair to sit in front of him.

"You're all skin and bones, Jungkook. Let's enjoy this meal together, I can be silent if you want." You shrugged, grabbing two bento boxes from your backpack.

"Why do you care? Don't you have friends you should be spending time with?" Jungkook spat, not even willing to look you in the eyes.

You just kept smiling, opening the boxes carefully and handing him a pair of chopsticks, "You're my friend too, Kook-ah," and he accepted, a small grin appearing on his face.

He loves you, he absolutely loves you. He doesn't even mind that you feel nothing for him, you are so, so perfect. Jungkook could stare at you all day, letting your beauty sink in time and time again. He wants to hold you because you're so close to him, but he knows that you're two worlds apart, no matter the distance between you two.

You could hold him so tight he'd turn blue and you'd still be so god damn far away, you were so out of his league, as cliche as it sounds, it's completely true.

Eating together in silence as you promised. Jungkook was completely engulfed in your sweet, silent beauty, how you resembled a wave that hits the shore with such ease, splashing everywhere, landing as simple drops of water, which couldn't hurt anyone.

You weren't loud and outrageous, you enjoy moments of silence, you love everything enclosed, safe and sound company, exactly like Jungkook.

"You wanna come to my house today?" You break the comfortable silence.

"I can't." He replies, sounding awfully sad.

You could ask why, but you chose not to. You didn't want to pick scabs off wounds you couldn't see, so you waited till he told you yourself. Hoping he would.

"Okay. You have my number though, can we text tonight?" You smile, knowing it's weird to ask someone to text you, but Jungkook was weird too, so it didn't matter.

He nodded and continued reading a book you knew nothing about. You appreciate a good book, classics like Catcher in the Rye, and How to kill a mocking bird, but it seemed like Jungkook had taken the next step into the world of literature.

He made you happy, his company felt good. Nothing could hurt you now, yet everything could hurt Jungkook, and you swore you felt nauseous just thinking about it. You knew what was happening in his home, but you needed him to tell you, trust you, before you could help him. Give him what he deserves, he just needs to hang in there for a little while longer.

"Can't we skip school tomorrow, we can do something then? It won't affect our report cards!" You shake him excitedly, yet carefully, like he's fragile

"They'll call home, my parents are already mad at me for a bad grade I got last week." Jungkook sighs, closing the book he was reading. He lets out a weak, quiet yawn.

You think he's pretty like this, eyes puffy and lips pouted, hair messy, glasses resting on his nose. Jungkook has the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen, and you swore to god you could drown in them.

10 days left

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He dragged his feet down the pavement of a busy street, trapping onto his heavy backpack. It was a long walk since he had missed the bus home from school. He was tired today, even worse than yesterday. The summer sun was frying him alive, forehead covered in drops of sweat, hair sticking to his forehead.

Wearing a sweater and jeans was probably not the most comfortable choice, but sure as hell the most secure one. He hated his legs, and his arms covered in purple and blue bruises, and how he wasn't fit at all, in fact, he had never entered a gym before.

Sometimes, he'd take the long way home. He tried to convince himself that it was for health reasons, that he needed the extra steps because all he did was stay in his room. Jungkook knew it was untrue. The only reason he took the long way home is because of his father and his unpredictable mood swings. Sometimes, he'd be in a good mood. He might even offer Jungkook the remote and the best spot in the sofa after a long school day.

Today, he was just so exhausted he even took a shortcut. He just needed a nap and something to eat. Opening the front door, he carefully stepped inside. His dad was on the back porch, smoking a cigarette and listening to the radio. Jungkook couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in. When he went to get something to eat, the fridge was nearly empty. Just some cheese and a few jars of jam. Maybe he could find some crackers to eat it with.

Looking closer at the cheese, it was expired. There were no crackers in the cupboard either. He had to approach his dad and see what mood he was in. Slowly sliding the glass door open, he called out with his softest voice:

"Dad?" His voice quivered.

His father turned around abruptly, seeing his son in the doorway. "What do you want now? I can't drive you to school if that's what you're gonna ask me. If you missed the bus you can walk." Jungkook heard his voice getting more irritable towards the end of the sentence.

He had to be so so careful.

"Uh, no... I just got home from school." He stopped to think for a while and his dad raised his eyebrows. "There's no food in the fridge. I was just gonna remind you that you need to go to the grocery store."

Jungkook´s father stood up, pushing his chair back.

"Who are you to tell me what I need to do?" He came closer and Jungkook braced himself. "You're just like your useless mother. Can't do anything on your own." He hadn't raised his voice yet.

"Sorry... M´sorry..." Jungkook muttered underneath his breath. At some point in his life he stopped defending his mom. It was somewhat true. She was useless, at least to him. She had ran away from her husband, Jungkook´s father, and started a new family with a nice husband. She deserved all of that at the time and promised to come back for Jungkook once everything was settled a few weeks later.

She never came.

"I can't believe I messed my life up so bad. Look at your mother running away from her own son, to think that I married her! Even worse, look at the son that I raised. Such a weak and sad boy. I can't even call you a man." He was yelling and Jungkook knew he was only seconds away from hurting him again.

Jungkook couldn´t even bother replying before his head hit the porch floor. He was still conscious and his dad pulled him up by the collar for another round.

When he was done, Jungkook limped his way into his bedroom and his dad sunk back into his chair and turned up the music even louder. He sat down in his bed and slowly took his hood off, wincing from the pain. His mind drifted elsewhere and landed on the thought of you. How your kindness and care could have calmed him down in seconds.

He picked up his phone and looked at the text from you from last night.

Y/N 9:17 pm - Yesterday

Hi Jungkook, how are you? ❤️ I can see that you're reading these :( Read 9:19

Jungkook 5:45 pm

Sorry. Hi. To be honest I could be better. How about you?

Y/N 5:49 pm

Happy you replied and sad to hear that you're not doing well. I really want you to come to my house tomorrow 🙏 I even told my parents that I made a new friend who's not related to my current friend circle and they couldn't be happier!! Pretty pretty pleaseee

Jungkook hesitated for a while. Considering his dad couldn't even grasp that it was 4 pm when he came home and not 7 in the morning makes him believe that he won't notice his absence for a few hours tomorrow. And even if he did, it would be worth it.

Jungkook 5:57 pm

Fineee

Y/N 5:58 pm

Yayy I can't wait!!

For the first time in a while, Jungkook wasn't dreading waking up in the morning.

9 days left

Jungkook 1:22 pm

Should we meet a slight distance away from school or should I just go directly to your house?

Y/N 1:25 pm

What are u saying? Meet me by the main entrance and we'll walk together!!

And so he did. You walked out the main entrance with your entire friend group and you smiled brightly as your eyes met with his. He was caught off guard by your lack of shame. "See you guys tomorrow!" You smiled brightly, and all your friends stared back with a confused look as you skipped towards Jungkook.

"What are you doing?" Jihan exclaimed. You turned around to her and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "I´m gonna hang out with my friend!" All of your friends looked at you funny and you pushed Jungkook along.

"Sorry they're being such idiots to you. I try to make them stop but I think they have some deep rooted insecurities." You chuckled after a while of silence.

"It´s fine." Jungkook forced a smile and looked you in the eyes.

"No, it's really not fine and you need to stop saying that." You came to a halt and he turned to you. He didn't say anything and you couldn't read his facial expressions.

He knew he was dead silent and you probably thought it was weird. Only right now was he taking in how beautiful this side of town was. Large mansion style houses with three cars parked outside each house, modern communal parks and clean streets. You fit in so perfectly here.

If he closed his eyes real tight and concentrated very hard he could imagine himself as a family man in one of these stunning houses. Maybe he could own a Benz that he could take his kids to school in. They would never take the bus and they'd always come home to open arms and a homemade meal on the table.

Warm and lighthearted conversations at the dining table with his wife and children, everything his mom and dad couldn't give him. A pat on the back if they fail a test and not a slap in the face. That's what he wanted to give his children.

Jungkook was lost in thought and so were you. You were stood there thinking about how stunningly pretty Jungkook was. When you were close to him it was almost heartbreaking how it hasn't been appreciated more. How his face belonged on a canvas. That's what you thought of him. You aren't the type to stay silent when you really mean something. For some reason the words just don't come out the right way when you're with him.

"Are your parents home?" He questioned as you kept walking.

"My mom probably. My dad will be home for dinner."

The rest of the evening goes smoothly. Your mom loves Jungkook and constantly gushes about how well mannered he is. Your dad appreciates that he only speaks when he is spoken to and that he has realistic ambitions. You spend most of your time in the upstairs living room playing a stupid board game and watching a dumb sitcom.

It's quiet most of the time but the both of you can feel that you enjoy each others company. Just simply co-existing and not being alone feels nice for the both of you.

As Jungkook is putting his shoes on to leave, your mom walks in. "Jungkook-ah, why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow as well? You're such a pleasure to have as a guest." She proposes, and he nods.

"If Y/N wants to spend time with me two days in a row." He chuckles slightly.

"You know I do."

He smiles, you exchanged goodbyes and he shuts the door behind him. Both you and your mom stay silent for a while before she breaks the silence.

"I hope this boy isn't a pity project to you, honey. You can obviously see that he's struggling and you can't just leave him behind when you're bored of him. He needs you more than you need him." She places her cold hand on your shoulder as she leaves you standing in the hallway.

You're not so sure that he really needs you more than you need him, because you so desperately need a friend.

8 days left

"Jungkookie, can I tell you a secret?" You're situated on your queen bed with floral sheets, both sitting with your legs crossed like 5th grade girls. Jungkook looked up and raised an eyebrow curiously at you as he nodded slowly.

"I was hanging with the wrong crowd a while ago. Not that I'm hanging out with the right crowd now, but you get the expression." You chewed your bottom lip nervously before you continue. "You know when I left school for a month to go to the Caribbeans?"

He lifted his eyebrows and widened his eyes in a "Yes... And?" type of way.

"I wasn´t in the Caribbeans. I was in rehab. An old friend of mine overdosed and I had to get drug tested. I tested positive on coke and my parents shipped me straight off to rehab." His expression softened as he placed a hand on your knee just like you had done to him a few days earlier.

"I was so mad at the time, I wanted to get emancipated from my parents. Today, I'm grateful. Grateful that they helped me so I didn't have to suffer the same fate as my friend." You sigh so deeply you could feel tears stinging in your eyes, but you managed to keep them down.

"Why´d you do it? Take the drugs I mean?" Jungkook asked ever so carefully, and you knew he only meant well.

"I guess I wanted to feel something." You shrug. "I think that´s why everyone does drugs in one way or another. To either feel or not feel." You smile sheepishly.

"What's your secret?" Feeling a little vulnerable and naked, you divert the attention to him. Maybe you're hoping to hear something about his dad. If he hurts Jungkook. That's what you suspect by the clothes Jungkook wears in this hot weather. How he always tugs at his sleeves.

"I want to study nursing." You stare at him and he knows it not as interesting as what you told him. "I haven't told anyone, ever. Maybe it's not what you wanted to hear but to me it's a secret." He stared down in his lap, not meeting your gaze. Chipping at the loose skin around a sore on his hand.

"That's really cool Kook-ah. I'm happy I'm the first to know." He looks back up at you. "Where have you applied?"

"I applied to PNU but tuition wise I think INJE or Dong-A is more realistic."

All of the universities he has applied to are all in Busan and you swore you could hear your own heart shatter. "Busan, really?"

"My aunt lives there and offered to let me stay with her for the first years of my studies." He chimed happily. "I guess I don't have the best relationship with my dad."

You decided not to push it, not to ask any questions quite yet.

"How about you Y/N-ah?" You liked the way your name slipped of his tongue so gently.

"I´ve already accepted my spot at Yonsei. I'm gonna study dentistry, so I guess we'll be in the healthcare field together." You smile, but you can't help that you're looking quite disappointed. In some ways you were hoping for Jungkook to be your forever friend, not a friend you occasionally see whenever you're in each others cities.

"When are you leaving for Busan?" You question.

"After summer, I guess."

7 days left

The empty desk in the classroom makes your insides feel like they're gonna twist and turn and send your breakfast back up your throat. His empty desk.

The two of you had grown abnormally close over the past few days, texting all night and spending the daytime together in some kind of way. Maybe it's because neither of you know how healthy friendships are supposed to be paced, you feel like you've been friends forever.

The entire day went by and all you heard was the tuned out noise of your loud friends yelling across the lunch table with nothing interesting to say at all. Only shit talk and gossip. There's always a new guy or girl to talk shit about. Usually, you wouldn't participate in the chitchat, so they didn't notice your sullen mood today.

No matter how much you tried to paint yourself as a saint or a saviour, you only saw an accomplice when you looked in the mirror. You had the power to make them stop picking on so many people, in some way, they saw you as their leader. Maybe they'd abandon you at some point, but wouldn't it be worth it?

Despite the fact that you never encouraged it, you never stopped them either. So you weren't better than them in any way although you liked to believe so. You liked the validating feeling of them obeying the things you told them to do, and you guessed that´s why you're too scared to confront them. You're scared that they'll rebel against you and leave you behind.

Y/N 11:21 am

Kook-ah, where are u?

Jungkook 11:24 am

At home The walk back from your house gave me a cold I think

Y/N 11:25 am

Oh no :( Get well soon and text me tn!! <3

You knew he was lying and you could feel your heart hurting from lunch time till you were in bed staring at the ceiling. "Honey! Dinner is ready!" Your mom yelled from downstairs, and you barely heard it through your door.

"Not hungry!" You yelled back, continuing the intense stare-off with your ceiling. Your mind explored deep and dark places when you were alone. Letting your mind slip back to your past or the worst experiences throughout your life was very typical of you to do.

The text message you sent to Jungkook is left unread. Until it isn't anymore.

Jungkook 8:21 pm

I really need you right now

You started blankly at the screen, heart pounding in your chest whilst typing your message.

Y/N 8:21 pm

Ofc, where r u???

Jungkook shared his location with you for 1 hour

You raced down the stairs, and your parents looked at you confusedly as you rushed past them and put on your running shoes in the hallway. You so badly wished you had your license. Darting out the door and slamming the door behind you, you weren't thinking straight. The air was cold for a summer night, but it was still bright out.

Jungkook lived on the other side of Goyang, a city right outside Seoul that you both resided in. Walking would probably take you 45 minutes at least. You didn't care. The wind ran through your hair as your breath was pacing. You made awfully loud noises as it was starting to get tiring. You refused to stop running, you couldn't stop running. Your body wouldn't let you.

The location Jungkook sent you was a park, and you guessed it was close to his house. Sometimes you picked up your phone for directions but you never stopped running, you only slowed down to a jog. A faint iron taste was present in your mouth and you were heaving for air, but he needed you.

Someone finally needs you.

You ran across busy roads, cars honking and people yelling out their car windows after you. At some point you even fell and twisted your ankle, but it only slowed you down slightly. At some point you start thinking of other means of transportation you could've turned to to get to him. This felt more rewarding.

"He needs me!" You yelled out like a crazy woman to motivate yourself as you picked up your pace.

"Your destination is 1 minute away." Your phone said from your back pocket. You looked around, and a bench with a silhouette sitting on it caught your eye. You ran over, head banging and feet sore.

You stopped abruptly in front of him, trying to catch your breath. You met his gaze. His teary-eyed gaze. All you could do was throw your arms around him and hold him ever so tightly. He sniffled into your cardigan and held you close.

He was gonna be okay. You didn't ask any questions that night.

6 days left

You were nibbling on a mozzarella stick your mom had packed in your lunchbox. Everyone else was eating the cafeteria food, but you couldn't stand the nauseating creamy pasta they served every other week. All your friends were talking about something you couldn´t focus on. Suddenly a few girls rushed over and shouted your name.

"YN-ah!! They're fighting over you!" You recognised a few of the girls; Jisoo, Heejin and Soomin. They had math class with you, and god, they were loud. Loud but kind. They´d always include you in their conversations since none of your friends were in that class.

You shook your head trying to come back to your senses. "Who is fighting over me?" You blurted out.

"Moonbin made the first punch but he punched back!" Heejin shook your shoulders and made you come with her. "Can you believe it?" She spoke yet again, dragging you down the hallway, your friends were right behind you.

"Who is the other guy?!" You refused to keep walking before they told you.

"Jungkook, obviously! He punched back!" They almost laughed in disbelief.

Jungkook. He was defending himself against Moonbin. The thought sent shivers down your spine. Moonbin was a self proclaimed professional in bathroom fighting. He'd fight anyone for any reason he could think of, just for the fun of it. He didn't leave Jungkook alone when you told him, in fact, it probably provoked him even more that you stood up against him a few days back.

The girls pulled you around the corner and into the mens bathroom. Moonbin had Jungkook by his collar, his nose was bleeding and there was blood on his blue shirt. He didn't look scared though. He looked completely and utterly numb. Moonbin turned around to see you in the doorway, and his face was pretty bruised up too considering the punch had only been thrown minutes ago.

"Moonbin, please stop!" You nearly screamed, choking on a sob. It only infuriated him more and he threw a gut punch at Jungkook. He winced in pain, and you let out a squeal as you could feel it slightly in your own stomach. The pain.

Taehyung came up behind you and you turned to him. "Please, for the love of god, stop them. For me." The tears were running down your face already, and he´d do anything for you if you asked. Taehyung rushed over and separated the two, and a few others who were watching helped hold Moonbin back. You followed close behind, and watched Jungkook slide down against the wall.

"Make them leave, please." You pleaded with Taehyung, and he obliged. He told everyone to get out as you fell to the floor next to Jungkook. You placed your hand on the cut on his lip and wiped the blood off.

"I´m so sorry. So god damn sorry." You sobbed uncontrollably at this point, and he was the one to comfort you when he was the one who was hurt. "Stop apologising." He held you this time.

"I keep making things worse for you. I act like some kind of saviour when I do the exact opposite." His gaze softens.

"It's worth it to me." He says, running his hands through your hair.

"You're worth it to me." You barely hear him saying it, but it's loud enough for you to hear. A soft, pained whisper.

"I think you're the best thing that ever happened to me." You reply.

5 days left

Jungkook was seated on the ottoman, his face covered in band aids and strips. You were twirling around outside the dressing room in a white summery maxi dress. "What about this one?" You question, doing an extra twirl.

"It's nice." He shrugs, letting his eyes wander down your body starting from the top. How the dress hugged you in the completely right places. Your hips and waist looked amazing, and he so badly wanted to touch you. Without the dress if he could, but he'd be more than satisfied with it on.

Your expression saddened as your mouth formed a frown. "Okay, should I be completely honest?" He asked seriously.

"Should I be scared?" You laughed. "Go ahead."

"I think it's beautiful. It's perfect. You're perfect." He said sheepishly. He meant it although he hesitated. You were so perfect. Jungkook hadn't been to the Louvre ever before, but he was sure that a painting of you would attract more attention than the Mona Lisa ever could.

He was sure people would travel from every corner of the world to see your face, even in a painting. Everyone who were lucky enough in person should be thanking the universe for blessing them with the opportunity.

"Really?" You beamed, heart pounding. "Is it okay for graduation?" You look down at yourself hesitantly, the cleavage of the dress maybe dipping down a bit too low.

"More than okay."

The sales assistant came to check up on you and her eyes lit up when she saw you in the dress. "It's gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. I think you need this."

"Honestly, I do too after such positive feedback." You giggled lightly. "Can you take his measurements and pick out a suit for him as well please?" You point at Jungkook seated on the green velour ottoman.

"Me?" He was flustered and looked you dead in the eyes.

"Yes, you silly." You smiled softly.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" He desperately pleaded with you with his eyes and pulled you aside.

"Y/N I can't afford this. I don´t know if you think that I have more money than I do but I seriously have to scrape together money for a new hoodie from H&M."

"No, god. I´m not making you pay when I dragged you all the way over here. Consider it a graduation gift. If not, salary for being my personal shopping assistant." You nudged his shoulder playfully.

"Look, I´ll wear some black pants that sort of look like suit pants and the school uniform shirt. I can't let you do this." He almost pushed you against the wall as he grasped both your shoulders. Unbothered, you pushed his hands off you.

"Can´t let my date wear something simple as that to graduation. My grandparents are gonna frame the pictures of me and you're gonna be in them. I want you to feel confident that day. You deserve it." You pull him in for a hug.

You walked back to the sales assistant. "Will you take him to get his measurements?" She nodded, and now it was your turn to sit on the ottoman. He ended up trying on a few suits, and you landed on one that the both of you really liked. You could see him sweat when looking at the price tag but you reassured him with your soft smile.

"Get changed and we'll go pay." He agreed and disappeared behind the curtain. You fiddled with your phone for a while before going to browse the store. Understandingly, a suit that was so perfect for his figure would take a while to get out off, but you went to check on him.

Between the crack of the curtain and the wall you saw him. His upper body undressed as he touched a wound. His whole back covered in purple, red and dark bruises. You had watched enough medical shows to know that they weren't from yesterday. He had more scars and bruises visible than skin.

He saw you in the mirror and turned around. He looked scared to death. Like you were gonna hurt him as well. "Y/N, what the fuck?" You stood frozen. You were scared too. All your suspicions confirmed. Sometimes, late at night, you'd comfort yourself thinking that you were overreacting.

He threw on his sweater and pushed you to get past. You almost stumbled. Before you knew it, you saw him outside the store window, nearly running to get away. Get away from you and your invasive self. He had hung his suit up carefully, and defeatedly you took it with you to the counter where your dress was laying.

"Can you get the suit delivered? I did something stupid and he's not gonna accept it if I turn up on his doorstep." The cashier understandingly nodded. You took your phone out as you waited for the cashier to finish adding up your total and bagging it up.

Y/N 3:12 pm

I´m so sorry I keep saying sorry but I really do mean it. I'm not gonna bring it up, ever. If you wanna talk I'm here but I´ll keep my mouth shut till you tell me to open it up. Please don´t close down on me.

"Excuse me, miss?" The cashier waved his hand as you had zoned out completely. "Sorry. Your total will be one point four million won." the cashier pointed to the terminal. (About a 1000 USD) "Delivery fees included." You swiped your card and he handed you a beautiful bag with gold writing.

Parts of you wishes that the suit was in the bag and Jungkook was walking nervously next to you.

You had to give him space.

3 days left

All of Sunday had passed without any replies from Jungkook. Your dad dropped you off outside school that morning. You weren't sure if Jungkook would be at school today, but you were dressed up pretty just in case. A pretty frilled blouse only for special occasions.

Like the gods had answered your prayers, you saw him. You met his eyes and he walked over to you. "Y/N-ah, I forgive you. I don't have time for anything else, I´m sorry."

"Time? What do you mean?"

"My aunt called yesterday. She needs help at her restaurant in Busan and asked me if I wanted a summer job and to move in earlier." He was studying your face to see your reaction.

"Jungkook-ah, no..." You whined.

"You of all people should know why I want to leave. Especially after what you saw." He tried to reason with you.

You threw your arms around him in the busy school hallway. "I know." You whispered. "It's okay."

"I just wished we had more time." You smiled bittersweetly as he pulled away. He wanted nothing more. He wanted nothing more than to stay with you forever.

"I got the suit." He changed the subject.

"Are you mad?" You gave him your best puppy eyes.

"Why would I be mad about a great graduation gift?" He laughed wholeheartedly, and his laugh filled your heart with warmth and gave you butterflies. He was making you all jittery.

Why?

2 days left

"Pour me another shot Jungkook-ah!" You held your shot glass in front of him as he smiled at you, pouring soju into your glass. You swung your arms around, singing to the music playing at the restaurant.

"Slow down." He said as he called for the waitress to take the soju away. "That's all for tonight, alright?" He patted your head. You liked the confidence boost the alcohol had given him. How he so openly flirted with you, and it satisfied some deep rooted needs of yours.

He paid for the drinks which you didn't notice in your state. "Let's walk home to sober up. We have school tomorrow."

"I think it's sad that we won't go to school together. We were totally acting like college students today and it was so fun. Drinking on a school night feels crazyyy..." You slurred and he pulled you closer as you almost stumbled over your own feet.

"Yeah, it is sad."

The rest of the walk was silent. Stopping outside your house, you felt a few raindrops hit your cheeks and head. Jungkook cursed under his breath. He had a forty minute walk home. "Do you have an umbrella I could borrow by any chance?" He asked shyly, retorting back to his humble, sober self for a second.

"No. Don´t wanna." You crossed your arms. "My parents are away for their anniversary. Won't be home until graduation." Tugging at his denim jacket sleeve, signalising for him to come inside.

"I shouldn't. I should go home." He refused.

"Sure, you should go home, but do you want to go home?" He looked so gut-wrenchingly sexy underneath the street lights, hair ruffled and a tired look on his face. Shirt unbuttoned so you could see his golden tanned chest.

"No." He replied, and you pulled him inside by his sleeve. You took off your shoes and for a few seconds you just stood looking at each other. Something was in the air. Something you had never felt with Jungkook before. It wasn't comfortable anymore, it was electric.

You needed him so bad and you were about to throw yourself at him. He beat you to it, he grabbed you and pinned you up against the wall. Your lips crashed and you didn't have time to catch a breath. You let out a few desperate moans to catch your breath as you both stumbled down the hallway over to the staircase.

As you were making your way up the stairs, you fell on your butt down on one of the steps and he got on top of you. You chuckled between the desperate kisses as he lifted you up the stairs. He was stronger than you thought.

He went down the upstairs hallway with you in his arms and into your bedroom with an open door. He threw you on the bed and wasted no time in trying to take off your shirt. "Kook-ah, I need you so so bad." You whimpered in despair, rutting your hips forward.

"I´ll make it worth it." He smirked as he kissed you. While kissing you he started unbuttoning your pants and you helped him. You were all exposed to him and he was completely clothed. You looked each other in the eye and slowed down. He started with his jacket. He hesitated with the shirt.

"Can I?" You looked up at him. He nodded slowly. You gently took his t-shirt off, and he felt incredibly exposed with all his bruises on display. You only smiled as you placed kisses on his chest, trailing down his stomach.

He took his pants off on his own and you handed him a condom. He slowed down again and you raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, a thought popped into your head.

"Kook-ah... Are you like.. a virgin?" you ask innocently.

He nods slowly again. "Don't treat me any differently than you would with an experienced guy. Some guidance might be nice but-" He says, panicked. You interrupt him. "So you want this?" You take his hand and you embrace it with your own.

"I want this more than anything." He kissed you again.

"I´ll take care of you." You bit the wrapper open and he put the pieces together as to how you're supposed to put it on.

"Aren't you supposed to do some sort of foreplay before?" He questioned awkwardly.

"It´s usually for the girls´ sake. I don't need that. I need you inside of me." You moaned, leading his body closer to yours. He let his hands slide up the side of your waist before carefully going inside you.

"Okay, do what you want with me." You smirk slyly as you whisper. "I'm yours."

"I know. And I will." He thrusts harder into you and your moans come out in unison. Tears start running down your cheeks and he checks up on you by stopping.

"Please don't stop." You cry out, placing your hands on his back. "Please."

He obliges and doesn´t stop until both your bodies give out. You fall asleep like that, bodies close and sweaty.

1 day left

This wasn't what you two planned at all. You both were pacing around your bedroom, refusing to met each others eyes. The alcohol had clearly gotten to you two yesterday and you the air was different. It wasn't comfortable like usual, or electric last night. It was uncomfortable. You felt like you shouldn't have let him yesterday. You wanted him to lose his virginity with someone he was in love with, not a friend he's been close to for 2 weeks at most.

Jungkook didn´t regret losing his virginity to you, not all. You were careful and tender, but you didn't treat him any differently like he asked you not to do. He was ashamed because he thought you would regret it. That he took advantage of you in your drunken state, and that you wouldn't touch him like that sober.

You threw yourself down on the bed and let out an exasperated sigh. He looked to you and it felt like he was almost choking on his own heartbeats.

"Do you regret sleeping with me?" He asked gently with a sullen tone, sitting down on the bed next to you. You sat up startled when you had processed what he said through your throbbing headache.

"What? No no no..." You cupped his face in your hands and stroked his cheek with your thumb. "I don't regret anything about last night, Kook-ah." You looked distraught, like you really meant it, like you were shocked by what he had said.

"Good. Cause I don't either." He placed his hand on yours. Jungkook took the hand you had placed on his face and placed it on his knee. He drew circles on your palms and made little hearts.

"Whatever this is.. Whatever we're doing right now; I don't want it to end." You smiled teary-eyed. He was leaving you and you didn't know what to do.

Jungkook wasn´t great with this kind of stuff. The touching, the loving and the expressions of love. All he did was nod quietly, and you knew by the look in his eyes that he felt the same.

You didn't know how to identify the feelings you felt for Jungkook. Throughout you've had boyfriends and best friends but none of them made you feel what you were feeling right now. Here, with him.

You had slept with a few guys before, and you've also slept with a best friend before. Taehyung, less than a year back. That felt weird, but not weird in the way Jungkook made you feel.

Not weird in a bad way.

"Y/N... I have to go. My dad´s at a meeting with the department of labor for a few hours and the moving trucks are coming in the meantime." He grimaced, wanting you to understand why he was leaving you high and dry at 6 am like this.

"Aren't you coming to school today?"

"No, I need to do this now or else I don't know how I´ll get out without him finding out." He put on his denim jacket and kissed you on the cheek. "I´ll see you tomorrow."

"If you're moving your stuff out today, where are you staying tonight?" You get up from the bed and you place yourself in front of him.

"Honestly, I'm not sure."

"Stay here." You propose, smiling warmly.

God, he loved that smile. He loved you.

That morning, after he left you with your own thoughts again, you walk to school with a skip in your step. Taehyung greets you by the entrance and asks you why you're so smiley and weird today. You tell him that it's just one of those days.

He knows why you're smiling and he hates it. It's because of him. Taehyung can do nothing but observe as you make it so clear to him that you are not his and he is not yours.

You spend the rest of the school day thinking. You had lunch in the cafeteria with your friends and spent most of the time chatting with Taehyung about trivial stuff. University, summer and graduation. He was also staying in Seoul for school and was attending SNU law. You were impressed, not knowing that Taehyung had been able to get his grades up to study law.

"My parents wanted to send me to Harvard but contrary to popular opinion, I think it sounds overrated. I like the idea of being a student in Seoul." Taehyung explained, making you nod your head in agreement.

"I get that. There's just something about Seoul." He smiled as he stole a spoonful of your seaweed soup.

"Hey!" You ruffled his hair, knowing he had spent all morning doing it as revenge. He flung a spoonful of rice at your face and you laughed almost hysterically as you managed to inhale a grain of rice.

After a while you're laughing calmed down and your friends had stopped giving you two a weird look. "Do you have an apartment yet or are you commuting back and forth from your house?" He inquires, stirring his food around as fidgeting.

"I was thinking of moving out but I just can't find the right apartment. There's an open house next week that I want to go to." You explain, and he nods along.

"Is Jungkook coming with you?" He asks, now fiddling with his own thumbs.

"Uh.. no." He looks up at you. "He's moving to Busan tomorrow." You elaborate, and a look of pity flashes across his face.

"Oh."

"Yeah..." Taehyung smiled awkwardly. "So I'm gonna have to go all alone." You were insinuating that he should come with.

"I´ll go with you." He suggests. "If you want me to."

You nod.

It was starting to get dark out when you were seated in your windowsill with the window open. The window from your room had direct view down to the street and your frontyard. As promised, he was there, outside your door, waving up at you.

The day of

Jungkook was trying to curl your hair. After a few burns and a little cursing, he was starting to get the hang of it. You were sitting in front of the vanity with him standing behind you and while he was curling your hair, you were doing your makeup. The two of you were both in bathrobes, your outfits laying neatly on your bed.

"This stuff is hard. I'm sweating in fear of burning myself again." He snickers, and you laugh along.

"I´ll blow on your burns when you're done." You smiled at him in the mirror and you saw his reflection blushing slightly. "When is your train leaving tonight?"

"I'm taking the KTX train around 8 pm so I´ll be in Busan before midnight." He announces, and you feel realisation creeping up on you. Sure, the train ride isn't that long with the speed trains, but he's still far away and you're both gonna be busy. Your parents booked you a graduation trip to Greece with them and then you´re flying straight to Aiya Napa with a few friends, including Taehyung.

"Okay." Is all you manage to utter with a sigh at the end.

"You'll come with me to the train station, right?" He questions.

"Of course." You smile.

He finishes curling your hair and you add the finishing touches to your makeup. "All done." Jungkook grins proudly.

"It´s really pretty, thank you." You shake out the curls to see them properly and run your fingers carefully through them to loosen them up.

"I´m gonna go change." He said, gesturing towards your bathroom.

"Okay, let me do your hair when you're done please!" You request, giving him the puppy eyes that you give everyone when you want something your way.

"Maybe." Jungkook shuts the door behind him.

A few minutes later he came back out, all dressed up. Except the tie that he was holding in his hand. "I can't tie a tie." He admitted ashamedly, letting a slight chuckle escape his lips.

You turn around to see him and you're stunned. He looked great in the white lights in the store dressing rooms, but in this light, he looked gorgeous. The morning summer sun shining in through your window, hitting Jungkook like a spotlight.

Getting up from your chair and walking over to him, your heart was pounding a hundred beats a second. You couldn't shake the weird unidentifiable feeling that you felt when you were close to him. You swung the tie around his neck and tied it tight, but not too tight.

"I´ll send you a video tutorial if you want to know later, but we're gonna run late if we don't hurry up." You smile, patting his shoulder., signaling that you´re all done.

You point your finger to the chair in front of the vanity and he sits down. "Let's see. Hand me your gel." Running your fingers through his hair, he closes his eyes in pleasure.

"It's really nice when you touch my hair." He hums in delight.

You alternate using the comb and your hands and soon you finish up. "You like?" You ask with a satisfied grin on your face.

"I love." He almost blurts out a "you." at the end but he manages to hold it in.

"Now I need to put my dress on." You let your bathrobe fall to the floor, now standing there in your white lace underwear. Jungkook rapidly turns away from you and you laugh.

"After what we've done you really don't need to turn around." You smirk confidently, knowing you're gonna make him flustered. He turns back around, almost shamelessly to watch you.

You slip into the dress and you struggle with the zipper in the back. He notices your struggle and gets up to help you. "Let me." He offers and you would never say no.

He turns you around so he's facing your bare back. He can't help but let his hands caress your back for a while, up and down, back and forth. Seductively, he pulls the zipper up slowly and you can feel his fingers brush up your back as the dress tightens.

Getting ready to leave, Jungkook grabs his little backpack of necessities since all his things are on their way to Busan. After you've celebrated for a while you'll follow him to the train station to say your goodbyes.

Your parents drive you to the ceremony and you both hurried over to get your cap and gowns. The ceremony went nicely, and both you and Jungkook stood posing in your parents photos with your diplomas in hand.

"Kiss her on the cheek Jungkook-ssi!" Your mom laughed and you looked to Jungkook who was looking at your dad with a frightened look on his face.

He placed a soft kiss on your cheek as your dad jokingly shook his head. "What a pretty picture." She fawned when she looked at her camera. "Jinho, come see." Your mother gestured at your father and his lips curled slightly upwards before he pulled himself together.

The whole moment felt bittersweet and went by like you were thinking back on a blurry memory. Giggles, smiles, hugs and joy were the most prominent things in the blur that you felt.

You and Jungkook collected a few of the people who hadn't left school yet and invited them out for drinks. You purposely picked people who you weren't close with, except for Taehyung.

You invited Jisoo, the girl from your math class, a boy you knew from Forensics club and a few others you hadn't spent that much time with. Stumbling down the street to a nearby restaurant, you meet many other classmates. You get situated at a table and you share embarrassing memories from high school.

"Jisoo, do you remember when you got that love letter from Sungkwan and you went around telling-" One of the guys at your table started before Jisoo interrupted.

"Stop! I've never been so embarrassed in my life!" She laughed as she reached across the table to give him a little smack on the cheek. You look over to Jungkook who's staring out into the air, ignoring the constant calls from his father.

You take his hand under the table and you stroke his knuckles with your thumb. His shoulders fall down a little from their tense position when you touch him.

The weird feeling gets you again.

You know that Jungkook doesn't share as many fond memories from school as the rest of you around the table do, but you try your best to include him in the conversations when you can.

"Can we go outside?" Jungkook requests. "I have a memory I want to share." You look at him with a questioning look but you oblige and follow him outside.

You're standing outside the restaurant, feeling the summer breeze blow through your hair and your dress billowed to the point where it looked like a fairytale gown.

He gulps. He has always thought you were the prettiest girl in the world, but standing in front of him now, you looked angelic. He silently thanked the universe with blessing him with your presence. That he had gotten the opportunity to touch you and to feel you like he had.

"Y/N. I want to share a fond memory of mine that involved you, many years back." He spoke so formally you almost laughed at him, but you controlled yourself and nodded along. "The year I turned eleven, I invited the whole class to my birthday party. I paced around the floor as the clock ticked past six and no one had showed." He pauses and looks at you.

"I had given up all hope that anyone was gonna show, until you knocked on the door with a birthday card. You were the only person that showed that night and I've never forgotten about it." He sighed and his chest heaved for air.

"I hope you don't think it's weird but I keep the card on my nightstand." He admits ashamedly.

You don´t say anything, you just pull him in for a hug. The two of you stay like that for a while before you go back inside. It's seven pm when you go back inside and your heart feels heavy when you see the time on your phone.

The conversation goes on but you're so deep in your thought that you don't participate. It's hitting you real hard. Jungkook nudges you and shows you his phone with a bus schedule on it. It leaves from the bus stop outside the restaurant in eight minutes. You start saying your goodbyes to everyone at your table before you walk outside.

It´s silent as you're waiting for the bus, silent when you're sitting on the bus to the train station and it's silent when you get off.

"Platform seventeen..." He mumbles to himself and points you both to the right. You could see the sign with the little seventeen on it from afar but you so desperately want to point him in the other direction. Make him miss the train so he has some extra time to think about leaving.

a/n: so sorry for interrupting but if u want u can read the next part listening to the song I listened to while writing (taking pictures of you - the kooks)

He grabs your wrist and leads the way when you hesitate. Platform seventeen is right in front of you now, and the train is already there. He's looking you straight in the eyes, dressed in a suit and hair done all neatly you swore you could pass out.

You knew it was over although it never really started. All you did was spend fourteen days together, moving extremely quickly forward from strangers to being in bed together. You liked those fourteen days, you loved those fourteen days and you hated those fourteen days.

"I have to go." His lips quivered and your eyes stung with tears prickling in your eyes. There came the weird feeling again. This time, it didn't creep up on you, it hit you like a wave hits you at the beach, the type that makes you lose your balance and swallow a whole lot of water, struggling to get a breath of air. The feeling was unfamiliar to you and it felt uncomfortable.

"I really liked these fourteen days." You smiled genuinely through your tears. He pulled you in for another hug, less stiff than the ones before. It felt good to hug him, to get that last inhale of his cologne and the scent of his shampoo.

"Me too. I loved them." He spoke into your hair as he took in your scent for the last time in a while as well. "Visit me, please Y/N."

"Of course. I´ll come toward the end of the summer." You pulled away from the embrace to look him in the eyes. Before you knew it, you were kissing. The conductor yelled out that the train was leaving and he was the one to pull away this time. You took his hand and as he walked away his hand slipped away from yours.

He stepped on the train and you saw him through the window, never losing eye contact. You stood still on the platform as you were reduced to tears. The dark mascara that was running down your cheeks were the perfect contrast to the gorgeous white dress you were wearing. His denim jacket draped over your shoulders and your strappy baby pink heels in your left hand.

You were straight out of a movie.

As the train started moving, the feeling grew stronger as it finally hit you. You knew what you were feeling, and you had been denying it for too long.

It was love.

You were in love with Jeon Jungkook and he was leaving.

a/n: honestly that's the end but if u want to read a sneak peek of part 2 then scroll down a little!! join the taglist here if u want to be tagged in part 2.

The Epilogue

Day 1140

It was late at night and your friends had dragged you out of your apartment to go to some stupid club that had just opened in Gangnam. You weren't friends with any of your old friends anymore, just Taehyung.

You and Taehyung could be considered more than friends but less than lovers. It was complicated and not exclusive so you thought that you might as well find someone to spend the night with. He was sleeping with other women, so you felt like you should as well.

The music was blasting way too loud from the speakers and it was awfully crowded on the dance floor. You finally made your way to the ambient bar that was on the quieter side. Club standard quiet, of course. You ordered a gin and tonic to loosen up and have some fun.

The first year of university, you spent everyday partying and bringing new guys back to the apartment you shared with your best friend Hayoon. She eventually grew tired of it and so did you. You spent the second year dating, meeting new guys from Tinder or agreeing to blind dates that Hayoon arranged, and that didn't work out either.

By the time you started your third year you settled down with being Taehyung´s something. Sometimes, your mind would drift back to what you felt for Jungkook. You hadn't seen him in 3 years and you never visited him in Busan, but what you felt when you stood on platform seventeen is a feeling you'll never forget.

You cancelled your visit to Busan in the summer and promised to visit for fall break. By the time fall break came around, he wasn't picking up your calls. You kept calling for a few weeks and in anger and spite you blocked his number and never reached out again.

You asked the bartender for a straw just so you could stir the ice cubes around. Boredom washed over you after a while, so you moved seats to sit closer to the one window that wasn't shaded black. You saw the busy streets, girls with wobbly knees and high heels who held on to their boyfriends for support.

You were scouting the streets for something interesting to let your tired eyes focus on. Just like fate, like it was written in the stars, he was there. Jungkook was there. Rubbing your eyes and closing them for a few seconds didn't make him go away. You got off the barstool and picked up your bag, ready to rush out into the street.

You didn't know what to say or how to approach him, but you had to do something. Maybe take his hand and lead him away, let him say the first sentence and really let his voice soak in. Let his words surround you and his hands touch you.

You walked as fast as you could out the door in your own high heels. You were like those couples, he was missing the girl in high heels and you were missing the boy to support yourself on. You stood frozen on the sidewalk as he stood across the road from you. A girl leapt into his arms, dark raven curls bouncing as he caught her and pulled her in for a warm embrace.

Only now did you take your time to process how Jungkook looked. He was buff and muscular with a tattoo sleeve. Only in a t-shirt at night, his arms were free from any bruising. You were smiling like an idiot until you snapped back to reality and realised that he was holding someone else.

She kissed him,

and he kissed her.

fin.

(for now)

part 2 taglist

[gyuwoncheol]

Stay

Pair: Joshua x gn!reader

Genre: loss of a loved one

Summary: Joshua’s nightmares are suddenly better than his reality

Warnings: pain, sadness, nightmares, mentions of physical illness and death— Please don’t read if these things trigger you. Your mental health is most important! (No, Joshua does not die.)

WC: 1.5k

Author’s Note: this was so painful to write but also oddly healing after. Special shout out to darling Lina @seokminkisser for reading through this and assuring me I still made sense 💛 THANK YOU!

“Hey, I'll be okay.” Joshua heard you call out faintly before he shot up from the bed, startled, out of breath and a cold sweat breaking on his forehead and back.

He looked at your empty side of the bed and he shuddered in fear before tears began to prickle his eyes

“Baby?” You cooed very softly from the love seat that was positioned right by the window in your bedroom. Joshua blinked once to clear his vision from the tears that threatened, then twice to refocus his gaze. By then you had already stood up from where you’d been adoring the moon that peeked on your window to make your way to the bed.

The way your cold hand cupped his very warm cheek had him feeling a chill down his spine, his eyes stared blankly at yours despite the very dim glow of the moon and the nightlight in your bedroom.

“Another one of your nightmares?” You asked

Joshua was still shaking, his brain still trying to wrap around everything, you saw his lips tremble, his eyes getting glossy again. You let your free hand grip his right one, squeezing gently like you do when you tell him you love him.“I’m here, hun. It’s okay.”

You didn’t bother asking him what he dreamt of, you already knew what it was about. He had it all the time, a recurring nightmare where he loses you. It always started the same way: him running into your hospital room as you gave him a smile full of love. It's weak, but it still reaches your eyes. And he always brought flowers, the most colorful ones he'd see in the shop. It was his way to brighten those 4 walls that always smelled of alcohol and sterilized devices. But his flowers weren't actually the only pop of color in the otherwise very bleak, very white room. You still had your multitude of bright metallic balloons, a handful of stuffed toys, and of course, all the get well soon messages written in very colorful papers that your boyfriend stuck on the wall, some even had glitters. Even though he was the ‘hobbyist’ in his group of friends, it actually really surprised him just how artsy those group of very rowdy, very loud and very tall boys got. Unfortunately for the both of you, despite the rainbow presence everyone tried to bring in, the fact remained the same: you were losing color as you laid in that gurney. He should've gotten used to the image of you with all those machines hooked on your frail body, it had been your 3rd month there anyway. 

In soite of having dreamt this almost every night, and he means every. single. night., he still can't remember the part where it all takes a bitter turn for the worst. One moment he's fixing up your blanket, and then the scene completely jumps to you convulsing and then every single machine starts to beep an abnormal amount. He'll literally see you gasping for air and then in the blank of an eye, he sees you take your last deep breath before the notorious green line on the screen completely flattens. 

Tonight though felt oddly different, not at all like any of his past nightmares. You didn't die. In fact, it was the first one he had where you spoke to him, telling him you'd be alright. He should be happy, right? First nightmare that actually had a good ending? But he wasn't. He weirdly wasn't. So maybe he did get used to his nightmares, because why was this infinitely weirder than all the others that had you dying. 

"Josh?" you called to him again.

Did he really just hear you? So you really didn't die this time? Now it was just all feeling like a fever dream to him. He thinks he felt you brush his hair away from his face, a very gentle gaze in your eyes as you looked at him like he was so fragile. You wish you could change his nightmares, wish he never had it to begin with. But alas, there's only so much you can control. You saw how he shuddered in his sleep, grunting and wincing in pain as he battled his subconscious. You tried to shake him awake, call his name repetitively but neither one worked. So you waited, wide awake— not that you could sleep anyway— knowing he'd eventually startle himself awake. 

Your thumb continuously caressed his cheek, hoping it would help him snap out of his daze and bring him back to you. "Baby, I'm still here. Breathe," you coaxed slowly as you saw him close his eyes shut, as if willing himself to listen to your voice. To your dismay, you only saw his lashes get wet before a stream of tears finally flowed down his cheeks. The blanket that was initially strewn when he woke up had now found its way clung tightly to his chest. You felt at a loss with what to do, you just wanted to comfort him, wanted him to know you were there for him. You just wanted him to feel you. 

Joshua sobbed quietly, his dream still ingrained in his brain. The words you spoke repetitively rang in his ears, much louder than the ones you were actually trying to say as you desperately tried to hold his body against you. 

"Josh, please stop worrying." You repeated a couple of times, increasingly getting more concerned that this particular nightmare had shaken him so much.

It wasn't til after a more violent sob that he finally sat a little straighter and a little bit more composed. You saw him wipe his cheeks hurriedly and you couldn't help but envelope him in a tight embrace, one that had him both feeling a comforting warmth and a sudden chill through his spine. 

"I..." he started, clearing his throat momentarily, "I know you're here." The last word faltered as his lips trembled. "I can feel you." He was looking at your side of the bed and god, did you wish he could actually see you cause you are there. You're staring right at him. You needed him to see you because you actually look like how you did when he fell in love with you three years ago in that bookstore. Your cheeks now had color, your hair wasn’t flat, and your normal weight was on. You looked nothing like the skin and bones that you were in that hospital bed in your last three months on earth. If anything, you looked most alive now.

"Why'd you say that in my dream tonight?" Joshua blinked away tears as he continued, "Y-you n-never say you're okay. You never say anything at all. Why are you suddenly okay?" He frustrated. It was your turn to close your eyes, not wanting to see how pained your boyfriend felt. He had that same look he had on that fated day seven weeks ago when the doctors all but confirmed to him his most dreaded news. "Is... Is this…” he paused to inhale deeply, “do I need to let you g-go? Because you'll be okay?"

Your passing had not been easy on him. Even though you were constantly in and out of the hospital and finally resided there in your last few months, he had always held out hope that one day you'd both still happily go home happy and healthy. Ever since you left, he's looked for you day and night, but Joshua only ever saw you in his dreams. And even though he'd see that line go flat every night, he braved through all of them if it meant he could see you.

But tonight, when the all too familiar plot suddenly changed, he feared the worst. He had always worried about you, that you didn't get to live life to the fullest. You both still had that planned trip to Italy after all. He felt you had regrets, worried that you had gone too soon for your own liking. So when he heard you say, "I'm okay," tonight, he was both comforted and scared. Comforted that his worries were wrong, but so incredibly terrified your presence would now be fully gone. That's how it worked, right? Joshua thought. Most souls stayed around because they had regrets, had unfinished business earthside, but when they've finished those and have found their peace with those they’ve left, they’re finally able to cross over to the place where all good things nice and happy exist. Right?

You saw him reach out to your bedside table, picking up the small picture frame of you. His hands ran though your image, the overwhelming feeling of pain and sadness and longing just crushing every bit of his broken heart to even tinier pieces. You did your best to wipe away his tears even though it really wouldn't work, but it was all you could attempt to do. "i love you," you whispered so desperately, a hand on top of his.

"Please don't go." Joshua's voice cracked,  "Cause you might be okay, but I never will be."

a/n: i apologize for any pain caused. Pls don’t hate me. Reblogs are deeply appreciated and my inbox is always open for feedback/chat! 🤍

[kwnnys]

— craigs gang + tweek sleeping hcs

hcs ; a/n : ok I swear I'll work on reqs after this pinky promise

— craig tucker

I've mentioned this on another post but I definitely think he grinds his teeth while sleeping.

mostly because of anxiety, but also it just happens randomly

he doesn't move much, but he occasionally turns while sleeping.

craig abslutely cannot sleep with warm sheets or pillows. it makes him super irritated and annoyed.

sometimes he lets tricia in his bed when she gets nightmares and they have cute sibling bond times <33

begged his parents for one of those car beds for years till they finally caved in and bought it for him.

has a bunch of space and car themed pajamas.

— tweek tweak

poor boy rarely gets any sleep cause of his insomnia 🙁🙁

but when he does manages to sleep, hes always tossing and turning

he defo groans and squirms in his sleep for no reason... just tweek being tweek

he used to have a bunch of stuffed animals until one night he swore he saw one of them move and threw them all out

always sleeps with the lights/tv on, or with a nightlight

the guys tease him for it constantly 😓😓

most of the time he sleeps in his outside clothes cause he forgets to change into his pajamas

xtra creek hc : the first time tweek slept over with craig he could not sleep the whole night cause mf kept grinding his teeth and it was driving him INSANE 😭😭 he always made sure to bring earplugs whenever he slept over since that day.

— clyde donovan

the kind of guy to say "sleep is for the weak 🥶" then pass out at 7 pm.

also sleeps with a nightlight on but would NEVER admit it out loud.

a very loud snorer in denial.

has a secret stuffed animal he always sleeps and cuddles with every night.

he talks in his sleep and says a bunch of random things

loves doing skin care and having spa nights!!!!!

the first one to sleep during every sleepover. cries every time he wakes up to drawings of penises on his face.

sleeps in the most horrendous positions 💀💀

bro transforms to a gymnast when he sleeps😭

— tolkien black

the most normal person in the group

he mostly sleeps on his side or back.

the group goes to his house for sleepovers so often he literally has some of their clothes in his drawer.

wears retainers.

he always makes sure to send the group goodnight texts before sleeping.

secretly a sleep walker (he doesn't know though.)

his bed is so big hes like an ant whenever he lays down 💀

has alot of fancy sleeping masks and scrubs but never uses them 😭 he just keeps them there for aesthetics

— jimmy valmer

that type of person that cannot sleep without a fan.

everyone will be trying to rest with the loud ass sound of a fan in the background 💀

almost immediately wakes whenever someone turns it off.

always sleeps through all of his alarms. he has about 50 of them.

used to wear retainers before he got braces.

shifts alot in his sleep and occasional giggles.

tells EVERYONE about all his silly dreams.

^ the group is kinda tired of it tbh.

jokingly tells the guys he has a boner in the middle of the night and they just look at him like 😐

[totheblood]

I saw your post about Ellie headcanons- what about Ellie with an anxious/scared of the dark reader?

(idk if you’ve done this already- sorry if you have!)

a/n: no i haven’t written for ellie at all! ofc i can! hope you enjoy! also as a general rule my account is MINORS DNI so please don’t interact with my posts if you are below 18!

ellie is so gentle with you, and she always has been. it’s just her nature. so when you reach for her hand when she about to turn off the lights before bed, she can’t help but laugh. “what? you’re scared of the dark?”

she doesnt say it to be mean, but she mentally hits herself when she sees the smile on your face falter. it was her first night she was spending alone with you and she already was feeling like she was completely fucking it up.

“yes, actually.” you say, anxiety evident in your voice. it almost felt like a crime to be scared of something so juvenile as the dark when you were sitting next to the girl who quite literally rips infected’s throats out, but you couldn’t help it.

“oh, hey…” she coos, smoothing your hair back. “that’s fine, i didn’t know.” she tried to warm you up again with a smile but she still saw that same upset look on your face that was making her curse herself internally.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to laugh.” she tries again. “that’s a very real and very valid fear.” she reaches for your hand under the covers and rubs your knuckles with the pad of her thumb.

“you don’t think i’m lame?”

“ i don’t think you’re lame.”

so you keep the lights on and she decides that she would be the big spoon tonight. (she’s usually the little spoon on days when you find yourself cuddled up afyer a particularly long day)

she wouldn’t mention it again after that, not wanting to make you feel ashamed about it again, but everytime she goes out on patrol at night her mind drifts to you and what it must’ve been like for you before you came to jackson.

if you didn’t have electricity, how were you comfortable? were you just terrified all the time? is that why you had never slept over at anyones house before?

it eats her up so when she come home after patrol that morning she climbs into bed with you, wrapping her arms around you once again like the protector she knows she is.

one day you come home to find ellie sitting on your bed with a box in her had. she tries to hide the smirk on her face but you know her well enough to know she’s excited to show you something

“hi, baby.” you say, walking up to her and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “what are you doing here?”

“i got you something.” she smiles up at you, her free hand grabbing at your waist as she shoved the box into your hand.

“a present?” you fake gasp, trying to hide the fact that you were actually excited. ellie was a great girlfriend, she was compassionate, listened to you, and always made time for you, but gift giving was for sure not her love language.

so you were suprised to say the least and over the moon with adoration for the girl sitting in front of you. you quickly tore the box open, and stared at the contents inside.

“wha-?” your mouth was hanging open, unsure of what to say.

“it’s a nightlight. i found it on patrol and thought i could fix it up for you.” she was beaming up at you but you were just staring at the box. “aaand you hate it. i’m sor-“

“i love it, you idiot.” you finally smiled back at her. “it’s just that no one has ever done this for me.”

“well, i guess i’m just better than them.”

“i guess you are.”