#no I don’t sit with my phone 24/7 just waiting for a call or text from somebody

[devils-little-sista]

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[softsturn]

imagine being best friends with matt, and you guys text 24/7, and one day you decide to get risky because youve had a crush on him forever - and if he gets the hint, and thinks you wanna fuck him then he gets the hint - if he doesn’t and thinks it was a simple accident, never for him, then he thinks it was an accident and nothing is seriously ruined

so you get on your favorite mini skirt, posing infront of the mirror sitting down and **ever so slightly** opening your legs to reveal your glistening folds, snapping a pic and sending him a photo. “dont forget to match me for our lunch date!” you send an innocent text after, making sure to seem normal as you possibly could.

he immediately opened it, typing for a while but didn’t reply. you wonder if he finds it weird, and get worried and insecure, but he sends a “did you mean to send me that?” after a minute, and you smile to yourself - “of course? i want you to match me.” you reply innocently, and he hearts the message. you wonder if he did find it weird.

once you get to lunch you guys sit down next to eachother, chris and nick across the table as he sat down next to you, smiling.

the restuarunt was actually quite loud, and chris had airpods in, nick finding the bathroom as Matt turns to you, smiling. “are you wearing underwear?” he whispered, your smile fading as you widen your eyes, turning to him, “no? you dirty slut”, he began and put his hand on your thigh, glancing at you with hopeful eyes as you nod, but he shook his head. “words, baby.”

u can decide what goes on from there lel 🤺🤺🤺

miniskirt - m.s

⩩ pairing: matt x fem!reader

⩩ summary: read the request

⩩ warnings: fingering, light degradation, exhibitionism

⩩ a/n: i really hope i did this request justice!! i could probably do a part two of this, just leave ideas if thats something you’d want. also thanks so much for all the support on my last work!!!!! 🩶🫂

You and Matt have been best friends since forever, befriending him and his brothers in elementary school, and the rest was history. You were close with all three of the boys, but the bond you shared with Matt was different. The two of you were practically attached at the hip, always wanting to be near one another, and when you couldn’t be near each other, you were on your phones texting and calling each other. The two of you are each others comfort, he’s your home, your lifeline, and you’re the same for him. Navigating the very fine line between platonic feelings and something more isn’t always easy, especially not when hes as handsome as he is and you’re both so familiar with each other.

You wanted to make a move, you wanted him to know how you felt, but you didn’t want to risk ruining your friendship. The fear of losing him was debilitating, you’d rather have him as your best friend than nothing at all. However, you’ve found yourself on the floor, adorned in your favorite miniskirt, posed in front of your mirror with your legs slightly open. You weren’t wearing any panties, exposing your pretty pink cunt. You snapped a picture, mind running wild as you debate if you’re really ready to do this. Clicking Matt’s contact, your thumb hovers over the send button, you bite your lip, and nervously press it. Quickly following up with an innocent text, trying to mask the intensity of what you’ve just sent. “Don’t forget to match me for dinner tomorrow!!”

He immediately opened the text, and you feel your stomach knot as you wait for his reply. He could either get the hint, and do something about it or, he could chalk it up to being accidental, which would be slightly awkward but nothing would be seriously ruined between you two. The seconds feel like hours as you watch him type, but he doesn’t reply. You internally curse yourself, his silence triggered insecurity, fearing that you’ve just ruined your most cherished friendship. In the midst of your despair, your phone finally dings with a notification from him. “Did you mean to send me that?” he inquired. You take a deep breath, trying to craft the perfect response. Smiling to yourself as you text back feigning innocence, as if you don’t notice the risky picture. “duh? i want you to match with me.” He hearts the message, leaving you uncertain, casting doubt as you prepare for dinner.

Collecting yourself, you complete your makeup and style your hair. Opting to go without panties, you're left in the miniskirt and a crop top. As you head out, thoughts of your text exchange with Matt linger, and the anticipation of potential awkwardness looms. Arriving at the bustling and noisy restaurant, you cringe at the sensory overload. Seated at the table the triplets reserved, Chris, with his AirPods in, offers a smile before returning to his phone. Nick greets you and gives you a side hug as he heads to find a bathroom, leaving you practically alone with Matt as you take a seat beside him in the booth, Chris across from you, along with Nick's empty space.

"Hey," Matt whispers, a smile playing on his lips as he takes in your appearance. You respond with a sheepish smile, exhaling nervously as his eyes linger on the familiar skirt from the earlier picture. You swear you detect a flicker of lust in his gaze as he observes the miniskirt showcasing your thighs. A teasing smirk crosses his lips, leaning in closer, his breath caressing your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Are you wearing underwear?" he whispers.

Your smile fades, eyes widening as if the air has been sucked from your lungs. You hadn't anticipated him bringing up the picture, especially not here and not like this. Turning slightly towards him, jaw slightly dropped, you're rendered speechless, unable to trust the words that might escape. He releases a low, breathy chuckle at your bewildered expression, checking if Chris is paying attention. His gaze returns to you, and he licks his lips. "I’ll take that as a no? Such a slut..." he taunts, his hand finding your thigh under the table, giving it a small squeeze, igniting butterflies in your stomach. Raising his eyebrows, eyes filled with anticipation as you nod to confirm your lack of panties, he shook his head as he coaxed, "Words, baby."

"No, I'm not wearing any underwear," you mumble sheepishly, biting your lip. His hand moves up painfully slow, his eyes attentively tracing every reaction to his touch, as if committing your responses to memory. This situation was beyond what you expected when you sent that picture; now, with his hand creeping up your thigh, you're uncertain how to proceed. He smiles at your sudden shyness, leaning in closer, his lips brushing over your ear. "Atta girl, you listen so well."

"Matt, we're in a restaurant," you whisper sternly, though your voice wavers. Squeezing your thighs shut, you guide his hand away with your own, shooting him a warning glare. Despite the growing desire between your legs, engaging in this here, with Chris across the table and Nick likely to return soon, feels too risky. Matt revels in the thrill, enjoying watching you squirm as you attempt to stay unfazed by his persistent touch. "Which is exactly why you're gonna be quiet for me. Can you do that, baby?" he says softly, the smug smirk on his face almost challenging you.

Your gaze shifts to Chris, engrossed in his phone with an empty spot beside him awaiting Nick's return. Returning your attention to Matt, you scan his sharp features and nod. "Yes, I'll be quiet," you agree, slowly allowing your thighs to open once more, anticipating the touch of his long, slender fingers. His eyes glint with adoration as his hand resumes its journey up your thigh, slipping tantalizingly under your miniskirt. Moving with agonizing slowness, he watches as you shudder with each upward movement. His fingertips graze over your core, and he chuckles slightly at the frustrated sigh escaping you. The anticipation is maddening, and in a less public setting, you'd have surrendered to him entirely. He swipes his index finger through your wet folds, eliciting a gasp as one of his cold rings meets your sensitive skin. "Fucking soaked," he mumbles, and you impatiently huff, growing tired of his teasing. "I'm so close to doing it myself."

He grips your chin in a possessive, and dominant manner, forcing you to meet his gaze. "One day, I'm gonna fuck that bratty little mouth of yours," he grunts, using the opportunity of no one watching to steal your lips in a kiss, swallowing the moan that escapes as two of his fingers slide into you, stretching your tight walls. Breaking the kiss once he senses you can keep quiet, or at least try, his fingers gradually start pumping into you, the restaurant's bustling atmosphere and loud music drowning out the slick, wet sounds. One of your hands clutches the booth seat, the other clinging to his knee, your lip tucked beneath your teeth as you attempt to stifle your whines and whimpers.

Suddenly, Nick returns from the bathroom, causing your eyes to widen and your face to flush. Matt halts his movements, but he keeps his fingers inside you. The thought of being caught, especially by his brothers, is paralyzing. As Nick rejoins, Chris diverts his attention from his phone, engaging in conversation about new video ideas. Matt nods along, feigning interest, and gradually resumes pumping his fingers into you. You shoot him a panicked look, to which he only smirks.

A waiter arrives with appetizers ordered by the boys before your arrival, and takes your orders. While Nick and Chris indulge in the appetizers, you find yourself indulging in a different sensation—Matt's fingers exploring you in enticing ways. Balancing the act of appearing normal becomes challenging when your best friend is treating you so intimately. Refraining from joining the conversation, you grab an appetizer, bringing it to your mouth as you attempt to eat. Matt's sees this and his fingers quicken their pace, causing a small moan to escape you. Chris raises an eyebrow, shooting a questioning glare your way, prompting Matt to ease up as Chris starts to speak. "You okay, Y/N?"

Eyes widening, you choke slightly on your food, hastily nodding at him. "Y-yeah, the appetizer is just really good," you mumble sheepishly, and Matt snickers. Chris gives you a strange look but returns to his conversation. You're tempted to hit Matt for embarrassing you, but his fingers remain deep inside you, making you completely defenseless. Your knees attempt to shut, shying from the intensifying sensation in your stomach, coupled with the fear of being discovered like this. Matt's foot nudges yours over his, bringing your leg slightly onto his lap, compelling you to spread. Leaning in to your neck, he whispers into your ear, "Can you keep quiet if I let you cum, hmm?"

You nod desperately, but Matt narrows his eyes, halting his finger movements entirely. A silent whine escapes your lips from the loss of momentum, and your eyes plead with him to continue. "Words," he mutters harshly, taunting you. You try to calm yourself, the last thing you need is to accidentally moan and give away what's happening under the table. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, you manage to say, "Yes, please," in a hushed voice.

Amusement plays across Matt's face, finding it entertaining to watch you struggle to hold yourself together. He resumes his movements, slowly pumping his fingers inside you, rebuilding the knot in your stomach. "Good girl, cum all over my fingers, princess," he murmurs as he pulls back. His gaze returns to his brothers, maintaining the facade of genuine interest in their conversation, but his focus is solely on you and the desire to make you feel good. His fingers thrust mercilessly inside you, his thumb tracing circles on your swollen clit. The overwhelming sensation brings you dangerously close to the edge. With your elbow on the table, you bring your head to rest in your hand, covering your mouth to conceal the lewd moans threatening to escape. Matt curls his fingers inside, providing the extra push needed. You bite down on your hand, eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowed as you come on his fingers. A muffled moan escapes your throat, but blinded by bliss, you don't care. Nick and Chris glance over, offering worried looks.

"Y/N, are you sure you're okay?" Chris asks, confusion etched on his face. Matt's fingers gradually ease out of you, your breathing slightly heavy as you attempt to regain your senses. "Yeah... I think I'm just having a really bad migraine," you mumble, feigning discomfort as you rub your temple. Chris and Nick nod understandingly, offering sympathetic looks. Matt pats your knee thats on top of his own and smiles slightly at his brothers. "I'm gonna take her home, just box our food and bring it home with you guys later, i’ll Venmo you for an Uber," he says, ushering you out of the booth. The two boys bid you farewells, and as Matt grips your hips, pressing himself up behind you, to them it seems like he's ensuring your safe exit. In reality, he's forcing you to feel the hard bulge desperate for relief in his pants. He kisses the top of your head and the base of your neck. "We're not done," he whispers, gently guiding you out of the restaurant towards his van, leaving your mind racing with thoughts of what he has in store for you.

[vendoramachine]

open robe pt. 1

velvet x fem pop star reader

i think we were absolutely robbed from seeing vel in a robe, so eat up 💜

notes : fluff, mild/light cussing

the mornings after shows are always the worst. your throat is always sore from singing all night, your muscles are tired from the intense choreographies, and overall, you just feel like crap. in the moment, everything is great. you hit that high note, you landed that backflip, and your fans love you. post-concert exhaustion is a musician’s equivalent to a hangover.

i groaned as i tossed around in my bed, staring up at my ceiling like i could see the heavens. last night was insane. i was the opening act for velvet and veneer, my two favorite people on the face of this planet. weakly, i picked up my phone from my nightstand. the screen lit up, it’s brightness burning my retina.

veneer and i were best friends during our childhood, so when the two announced that their plans to start their careers in music, i was a tad doubtful. those two couldn’t hold a note if a gun was being held to their foreheads. i admit, their success was a little suspicious, but i just figured that their voices had matured and gotten better over time. in fact, they inspired me to become an artist as well, and they helped promote me and my music.

opening up my messages app, i texted the person who was on my mind 24/7; velvet.

“hey vel 🤗 we did so good last night!!!! i had so much fun, thanks for letting me open up for u and veneer 💟” my thumb clicked the send button. it was 8 a.m. and i didn’t expect velvet nor veneer to be awake, especially not after that hell of a night. i sat up in my bed, attempting to stretch the exhaustion from my muscles and rub the tiredness from my eyelids.

every fiber of my being told me to take it easy today, but where’s the fun in that if i’m not with my girlfriend? resting in bed all day without her just makes me feel like a lonely person. i forced myself out of bed to brush my teeth, take a shower, and eat breakfast.

as i finished chewing the last bite of my waffles with damp hair and a soft, velvety robe wrapped around me, it was now 11 a.m. i checked my phone, and still no response.

“wow, that girl must be knocked out.” i chuckled to myself, opening veneer’s contact and calling him. it took a few rings for him to pick up, but something about his hoarse voice and dim room told me that i had accidentally woken him up.

“what do you want?” he huffed, sass in his strained voice.

“good morning to you too, veneer.” i scoffed, making him roll his eyes and smirk playfully.

“okay, okay, sorry. good morning, y/n, what could you possibly need that was worth waking me up?”

“rude, but i was wondering if vel-“

“can’t you just call her instead?” veneer cut me off. jeez, where are this guy’s manners?

“i don’t want to wake her up. also, if i did wake her up, she’d be mad at me all day; don’t you know anything about your sister?”

“oh, whatever. come over, otherwise velvet and i will literally sleep all day. we need your motivation to get up.” say less. i hung up before he could speak another word.

time skip cause i’m lazy lmfao 💁‍♀️

i rang the doorbell to their giant house, and veneer talked to me through the doorbell.

“the door’s open, girl.” i shrugged and walked right in. wandering through the halls, i saw my girlfriend’s brother sitting at the kitchen table with his robe.

“hey, i’m on the phone with ritz.” veneer perked up, blushing angrily once he noticed that i was joking. hilarious. i sat down on the chair beside him, noticing the absence of my girlfriend’s presence.

“i don’t understand why you don’t just ask him out already.” i stole a grape from his breakfast plate.

“easy for you to say, my sister made the first move on you. i’m just waiting for him to do the same. if he wants to, he will.”

“please, that’s only because velvet is way too prideful to let someone make the first move on her. she would literally rather die. in your case, however, both you and ritz are shy, embarrassing messes. you just lack your sister’s confidence, ven.” i teased, veneer hit my arm with the back of his hand. his pathetic attempts to hide his smile just made the situation funnier.

“you’re so annoying. i don’t get how vel tolerates you.” he forcefully refused to let the muscles on his cheeks upturn into a smile.

“you couldn’t even bother to change before coming over here?” veneer attempted to switch the subject, no longer wanting to talk about his pretty-much boyfriend.

“hey, you can’t come at my robe when you’re wearing one too.” the sound of a door opening behind us made my face light up.

“hanging out without me? how rude.” velvet commented. my head whipped around. her hair was messy, and her robe was wide open, the strings hanging loosely by her sides. she wore nothing underneath her robe besides her shorts and a bra. oh. my. god.

[fantasyandshit]

The true monsters

Type:Oneshot

Pairing: Dean and Sam Winchester x sister reader

Summary: The winchesters have hunted monsters practically their whole lives but when the youngest is taken, they find out who the true monsters are.

(I know I suck at summaries)

*****I usually don’t include warnings mainly because I forget but this is graphic guys so please be careful and don’t read if uncomfortable, this includes themes of violence, force feeding, kidnapping, torture, etc.*****

“I’m going for food.” I catch the keys Dean throws at me- my motorcycle of course. I’d never get to drive baby, especially not alone.

Sighing I leave the motel room and head to the 24/7 diner down the road, it’s late, about 1:30 am so no one’s really out except the people at the bar next door as I walk into the brightly lit Diner. “And what’s a beautiful lady like you doing out here alone?” I turn to see a very clearly drunk old man. I choose to ignore him as I turn back to the counter and wait for my food.

Finally after sitting awkwardly with the man staring from across the room I get the food and leave, failing to notice the man that steps from the shadows of the alley behind me. As I pull my phone from my pocket to text my brothers a cloth is shoved over my mouth and nose and after struggling for a moment, all goes black.

———

*Deans Pov*

“Did Yn send you a weird text too?”

“Uhh no? What does it say?” Sam leans over my shoulder as I show him the text from our sister.

Rug rat 🐀

He- foo-

“Yeah that is weird, maybe it’s just a glitch in her phone or something? I’m sure everything’s fine.”

I hesitate a moment, “Yeah, yeah you’re right.” Somehow even as I say it, I can’t shake the unease that settles in my gut.

———

*Yns pov*

I wake up in a dark, musty room, I’m laying on a table with my arms, legs, chest, hips, and head held down by thick leather straps and a cloth gag sits in my mouth. My eyes move frantically as the fog slowly leaves my head. “Good, you’re awake.” A figure from the corner moves forward before I feel a cool touch run down my torso, that’s when I notice I’m completely bare. My eyes frantically search the man’s face, recognizing the drunk from earlier. “Don’t panic darling, everything is gonna be just fine.”

A muffled scream leaves my lips as his fist connects with my kidney twice before he steps away. As the man leaves I take in the room, in the far wall there looks to be a table, bottles and needs lined across it varying in size and color, I try and fail to struggle in my restraints as the cold metal of the table bites into my skin. “Now now love, no need to struggle.” Another man steps into the room, followed by the drunk from earlier. “I should explain, see me and my boy here we needed a new test subject, and when we saw a pretty lady like you all by herself, well we just couldn’t resist.”

I try to process what he means but my brain is still slow, that’s when I feel it- a prick in my neck before fire burns through my veins, spreading rapidly. I thrash and writhe, muffled screams and sobs leave my lips as tears and drool cover the gag, slipping down my chin.

———

*Deans Pov*

“Ok, something definitely isn’t right, it’s been two hours and Yn isn’t home.”

“You’re right. We’ll go to the authorities later, this doesn’t seem like an us case. We can drive around and look for her though.” Sam seems too calm in this situation, although that’s always how he’s been while me and Yn were always hot headed.

Me and Sam decide to drive over to the diner, “Sammy.” My voice is weak as I call my brother over.

“Oh god.” A shaky breathe leaves him as we see our sisters motorcycle on the side of the road, her keys, wallet, and phone on the pavement beside it.

———

*Yns pov*

I don’t know how long has passed at this point, three hours, three days, I don’t know anymore. My body is numb from all the injections of who knows what and the beatings I’ve taken, there’s currently a tube down my throat held in place by a block to keep my mouth open as food is forced into my stomach because I wouldn’t eat, an IV runs more drugs into my bloody, bruised body. Everything hurts as I lay on the metal table, rats squeaking in the corner.

“We found her!” The door is busted open and people rush to me, “hey, hey we’ve got you.” It’s a man, he has a vest with the letters FBI on him, a hun in his belt as he gets me from the restraints. “This may hurt a bit ok?” He grabs the tube currently in my throat and pulls, causing a spluttering choke to leave my forcefully parted lips before the block is removed after the tube. next to go is the IV before I’m carefully picked up and rushed outside into an ambulance. That’s when it all goes black.

———

My eyes blink open as i feel rough sheets beneath me, panic surges through me as i feel something in my mouth and needles in my skin. I start ripping at whatever my weak body can, not understanding where I am. “Hey, hey. Yn you’re ok, you’re ok. You’re safe, you’re in a hospital and you’re safe. The tube is to help you breathe, the IVs are helping keep you stable. I need you to calm down for me.”

A strangled cry leaves me as I take in my oldest brother, care and concern in his eyes as he looks at me. Nurses and doctors flood the room and shortly after the tube down my throat is replaced by something in my nose. “Dean?” My voice is horse from lack of use.

“Yeah baby, yeah it’s me. I’m here. Sammy uh- Sammy went to go get some food and coffee, he should be back soon.”

“How long?”

“Look kid I-“

“How. Long?”

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, “two weeks, you were out while here for another week after that. God I’ve been worried sick kid, that doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

Surprise hits me, two weeks, those freaks had me for two weeks. I squeeze the hand that holds mine as I look to Dean with teary eyes. “You’ll make it through this. You’re strong. I’ll be here every step of the way. I love you sis.”

“I love you to De.” With that I nod off into a peaceful sleep, my brothers hand being used as a pillow.

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I know it kind of sucks but here you go. I hope you enjoyed!

[hockeylovee12]

Chapter Two

Aftermath-Luke Hughes

Summary: Luke Hughes knows he has some explaining to do to his family about his recent trip and normally that would be all that’s on his mind but unfortunately for him there’s something or I should say someone else occupying his mind.

Warnings: family fights, mentions of drinking, swearing, implied sexual activity

A/N this is the second chapter for this story I wrote this in one day because inspiration struck lol. I don’t typically go through and edit my stories just because if I did I’d never post them so I’m sorta an impulsive writer. I really hope you enjoyed and while this chapter does go hand in hand with a whole story I still write one shots if any one has any requests and there are more parts to this story. Ik it didn’t really talk about Izzie that much but I wanted to give an insight into Lukes life a little more and I also enjoyed writing some of the brotherly bonding stuff. feel free to ask me any requests or start a conversation with me! And I hope you enjoy this chapter!!

June 9th 2022 7:00 PM

It was a long six hour flight home to Michigan and when Luke Hughes arrived at the Detroit airport he knew his family would be waiting there wanting answers.

Unfortunately the boys who are his best friends were not the smartest and word got out the trip the boys had planned to go to California was actually a trip to go to Mexico. Once the news was out it wasn’t long before every boys families had started calling and texting to no reply.

The five boys knew they would have to face the music eventually and safe to say none of them were thrilled by the idea of having consequences for their actions.

Shortly after landing at the airport and grabbing their bags the boys found all their families who were not extremely pleased by their return.

Luke’s parents were no exception.

The family of 5 made their way to the parking lot silently.

Luke placed his bags in the trunk of his dads car and sat in the backseat with his brothers on both sides of him.

It was a silent 30 minute drive back to the families home and when the car was finally in park his father turned around and disappointingly shook his head at his youngest child.

Normally Luke would be feeling very remorseful and anxious about the disappointment he has caused his family but his mind was still racing trying to relieve the past 24 hours with Izzie, the beach, the kisses, the ocean.

“Luke let’s go” A voice breaks Luke’s thought

Luke looks over and sees his brother Jack standing outside the car waiting for him to exit

Luke exits the car and Jack harshly closes the door.

The family enters there house and Luke places his bags on the floor by the door leaving him holding only his phone.

The silence from the car ride continues inside the house as no one says a word and everyone just makes there way towards the living room and takes a seat.

“What the hell?” Is the first thing said by Luke’s older brother Jack

“Ok look I get it it probably wasn’t the best idea to go to Mexico and I’m sorry I lied but like nothing happened and we had a great time” Luke defends himself

“Nothing happened you and your friends left the country without telling an adult! What if something had happened what if one of you had gotten in an accident or went missing we would be looking in California for goodness sake!” Ellen Hughes exclaims at her youngest son

“I mean we’re adults” Luke says in a monotone voice

“You know what your mother means you didn’t tell a parent” Jim Hughes intervenes

“Look I said I’m sorry I don’t know what else you want me to say” Luke says

“We want you to understand that what you did was wrong and that it should’ve never happened in the first place” Ellen says calmly

“Alright sorry it won’t happen again” Luke says with a slight eye roll which earns him a smack upside the head from Quinn who’s sitting next to him

“You’re grounded for a week and when we go up to the lake you’re not allowed to go wandering off on your own without another person with you” Jim Hughes sentences

Luke scoffs at this. He thinks it’s fucking ridiculous he’s 18 years old, he just finished his freshman year at college and he’s being treated like he’s a fucking child. It wasn’t the grounding that was pissing him off so much as it was the thought of having a babysitter. Lukes been able to go off on his own at the lake since he was 14 years old no worries whatsoever which isn’t completely true his parents and brothers always worried a little bit seeing as he is the baby of the family but Luke always stayed relatively close and always kept his phone on him.

“No that’s bullshit!” Luke shouts standing up

“Did you really think you could just go to Mexico without telling anyone and not have any consequences?” Quinn who has stayed silent this entire time finally speaks

“I’m 18 years old I’m not some child you can order around anymore and I certainly don’t need a fucking babysitter”

“Clearly you do if you’re off running around in Mexico why the hell did you even go to Mexico if you wanted the beach there are plenty of ones here! In America!” Jack shouts standing up as well

“Luke! Sit down.” His dad says

Luke rolls his eyes again feeling nothing but anger building up at the way this conversation has gone. Luke shakes his head in disbelief and scoffs before grabbing his phone that was sitting on the couch and walking towards the front door.

He leaves the house slamming the front door and leaving the people inside both shocked and angry by his actions.

Luke starts walking away from his house and onto the dark pavement lit up only by street lights.

After about 15 minutes of walking Luke reaches his neighborhood park. He sits down on a bench and tilts his head back looking up at the night sky.

There were few stars up in the sky but Luke still enjoyed the view although he preferred the view from last night.

Luke starts to think back to the bar and dancing with Izzie. His hands around her waist hers on his neck. Her lips touching his. Within seconds his own lips turned from a resting frown that had been present since the car ride into a smile.

Luke pulled out his phone and goes to Instagram. He tries every combination of Izzie he could think of unaware of the spelling of her name but with the thousands of results and no way to narrow it down Luke quickly gives up.

The frown which had since disappeared was now back and became even more distraught as he noticed two figures walking towards him.

Once the figures came closer to Luke he noticed who it was.

“Dude let’s go” Jack says walking closer to Luke

Luke just looks at Quinn who’s displaying no emotional reaction. Luke starts to wonder if it’s because he’s tired or because he’s pissed or possibly both.

Luke thoughts get interrupt when he feels a hand on his bicep

He looks over and sees Jack gripping his arm and urging him to stand up

Luke shakes his head and stands up then the trio of brothers start the 15 or so walk back towards their house.

Once the park was in an unseeable position the silence that Luke has gotten oh so familiar with today is broken.

“Did you have fun on your trip?” Jack asks with a sympathetic such smile

“Ya I had a great time we went to Rocky Point and it was fun it was really fun” Luke says matching the slight smile appearing on his brothers face

“What did you guys do?” Jack continues the conversation

“Um I mean we did a lot of things we spent a lot of time at the beach, we went to a couple of bars and clubs at night, there was one day where we went jet skiing that was super fun” Luke explains not sure if mentioning the bars and clubs was a smart decision but chooses not to overthink it.

“Did you fall off the jetski?” Quinn asks with a laugh remembering a more recent time when Luke had been on the back of a jetski with Jack driving and despite being told multiple times to hold on when Jack hit the gas Luke went flying off into the lake and at first the whole family was worried out of their mind but when Luke rose his soaked face and hair out of the water and stuck up a middle finger towards Jack they all laughed.

“No I didn’t fall off mainly because Jack wasn’t driving” Luke responds giving a little nudge to Quinn who smiled towards both his little brothers after an exchange of smiles and laughs between the trio Quinn’s demeanor quickly changed to a more serious look

“you know Luke I’m really happy you had a good time but you know it just it would’ve been nice to know where you were going mom and dad were freaking out a bit when your friends mom called and said you guys didn’t go to California they were really worried something could’ve happened to you and when you wouldn’t respond to anyone they really love you kid and we do to and we don’t know what any of us would’ve done if something did happen to you” Quinn explains to his youngest brother

For the first time today Luke starts to feel a little bit remorseful about what he’s done and realizes his family although they can be annoying sometimes they really love him and he regrets worrying them so much.

“I’m sorry I worried you guys and you’re right I should’ve told someone or at the very least text or call you guys back I’m really sorry” Luke says

“Just don’t do again or otherwise I’ll have to kill you which would really suck because that would mean we wasted our 4th pick and I think it’s gonna be really fun when you and I get to win on the ice against Quinn” Jack laughs

“Don’t jinx it or tomorrow’s headlines gonna be that I got traded before I even sign a contract” Luke responds

“Hopefully that won’t happen” Jack adds crossing his fingers

“Oh god the two of you on the same team and living together I don’t know who I’m gonna feel worse for one of you or the state of New Jersey” Quinn jokes

Jack reaches over and gives Quinn a playful shove causing all three brothers to smile again the next few minutes the brothers spent laying and teasing one another until they arrived back at the families home.

Jack was the first to step in followed by Luke who had no way of escaping again since Quinn was blocking the exit with his own body.

Once all three boys were inside the door closed shut and Quinn turned around and locked the door making it official that everyone was now home for the night.

“Where are mom and dad?” Luke asks

“They’re in their room” Quinn answers and Luke sighs and starts walking in the direction of the master bedroom.

Knock knock

“Come in” Luke’s mom answers

Luke walks in and sees his mom putting her jewelry away and his dad sitting in a chair in the corner with a book cracked open

“Hey I just wanted to tell you guys I’m sorry I’m sure I worried you guys alot and it was really a shitty thing for me to do and not answering your calls or text was stupid and I shouldn’t have lied about where I was going I know you guys were already nervous about me going to California and it was a really selfish thing for me to do and I’m really sorry” Luke apologizes this time meaning it

Both of his parents smile and his dad puts down the book and gives his youngest son a hug his mom walks over and does the same.

Luke spends the next few minutes talking to his parents and telling them some of the fun parts of his trip well making sure to only include the family friendly parts which do not include his beverage or entertainment choices however does include a mention of riding the jet ski which his parents took as an opportunity to tease him about when he fell off.

After a few more laughs Luke chose to apologize once more for the worried he had caused them and they reassured him that he was forgiven with a pat on the back from his father and a kiss on the cheek from his mother the family says their good nights and then the 18 year old left their room to go to his own.

As he walks towards the stairs he sees his bags still sitting there and rather than bringing them up right now he decides later is better and by that he means sometime tomorrow starting to feel a little tired himself.

Luke walks to his room and shuts the door then feels in his pocket for his phone and goes on Instagram.

He notices a few of his recommendations to follows are random girls named Izzie with alternating spellings.

He shakes his head with a laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Jack asks appearing in the open doorway

“Eh nothing” Luke shakes off still smiling

Jack starts walking closer to Luke and soon Quinn appears in the room.

Jack takes a look at Luke’s screen which he was doing nothing in response to hide as he didn’t really care about the contents being public at least not to his brothers

“Why do you follow so many girls named Izzie?” Jack asks with a confused look

“I don’t follow them I was just looking for the Instagram of some girl I met but it’s kinda impossible considering all I know is her first name and I don’t even know how she spells it” Luke explains with a shrug

“Did you just meet her this week?” Quinn asks stepping into the room and the conversation

“Ya I met her last night” Luke says

“Funny how when you were telling us about your trip you left this part out” Jack jokes then takes a seat on Lukes bed

“So tell us what happened” Jack encourages

“What?” Luke asks as he watches Quinn take a seat next to Jack

“Come on you never tell us anything!” Jack claims

“I’m not gonna tell you guys what happened it’s private” Luke says

“Fine but we’re not leaving till you tell us about Izzie at least tell us where you met her or what she looks like” Jack says lying back on Lukes bed and getting comfortable

“You are so annoying” Luke shakes his head then walks over to his desk chair and takes a seat

“I met her at a bar it was like a beachside type thing it was like I don’t know 10 or something but I was drinking a beer and then I decided to take a shot of vodka and obviously vodka tastes disgusting so I made a face and she was standing next to me and starts talking about how it’s a mentality and that way the shots don’t taste so bad and we took a couple of shots together and then we danced together and we made out a few times in the bar and then we ended up leaving and we walked down to the beach and uh we had a good night” Luke recalls starting to blush a little near the end

“I’m going to assume had a good night means you walked her home and then went back to your room alone” Quinn says starting to get up

“If that’s what helps you sleep at night then that’s exactly what happened” Luke answers

“It does” Quinn says with a laugh then says goodnight and proceeds to head to his own room.

“I’m out too but I’m proud and relieved to know you at least have a little bit of game” Jack jokes giving Luke a playful punch to the shoulder which Luke returns and adds a mocking laugh

“Goodnight” Jack says as he walks out the door

“Goodnight” Luke responds

[ijwrff]

Hi, i was wondering if i could request a Natemare x reader with the prompts:

Angst:

8

19

20

Fluff:

6

7

10

11

18

19

21

22

24

I understand if its too much or something but i was thinking, Mare gets into a bad place mentally or something happens to the reader (or both?) and starts questioning if the reader (femme pronouns please) actually loves him but she shows that she does and they fall back together after some mutual pining? (Im a sucker for mutual pining and just falling so completely in love with someone) ty ty ^-^

Also protective and cuddly Mare has my WHOLE entire heart, hes so PRECIOUS

Ty ty ^-^

~ ^-^ anon

So there were a lot of prompts here XD I couldn't figure out how to get Mare to say them ALL so some of them, you say to him. Prompts are also super out of order, to form a more coherent story. I have also bolded all the quotes so you know when and where those prompts are :3

Thank you so much for requesting, I'm sorry it took so long to get around to >.> But I hope it was worth the wait!

Tw; angst and some swearing but it all turns into fluff

For some reason…Mare was acting differently. You’d been together for months, and were friends for even longer before that. You couldn’t explain it, but he seemed…empty. He smiled, yes. But it never reached his eyes. When you would go in for a hug, he’d stop you. He wouldn’t even kiss you! That was the biggest key in that something was horribly wrong. 

He was who knows where, and you were sitting at home trying to think of what to do. It had been a couple days since you saw him, and not so much as a text. You’d been hiding away in your home, wondering if you did something wrong. You wanted to help him if he was struggling, but you couldn’t if he didn’t tell you why he’s been so distraught. 

Deciding to send a text, you made up your mind and took a few minutes to figure out what you wanted to say. ‘Hey Mare…you know you can tell me anything right? Are you okay? It’s been days…I’m worried about you.” It was simple, but maybe he was just stressed? You hoped he’d be alright, but if anything you wanted to be there for him. 

Throughout the day, you sent him a couple more texts. All met with silence. Something was definitely up, and you were determined to get to the bottom of it. Even after a few calls, you were met with nothing each time. One last time ‘If you’re busy that’s fine…but I know something’s wrong. Please talk to me?” You almost wanted to cry, not out of your own sadness. But out of love. Because the one who had your heart was going through something big and you didn’t know what. 

Your phone buzzed, and you quickly checked to see it was Mare. However…it wasn’t his usual dorky or even flirty self. He usually sent you paragraphs at a time, and several messages at once. This one was short and cold. 

‘Stop texting me.’ 

You were baffled. Thoughts flooded and you worried about every possible thing that could be wrong. Did you do something? Something to make him this upset? But…everything was so good a couple days ago. Before he practically ghosted you out of nowhere. This was so random, you couldn’t even think of anything that might have made him upset. It was only more worrisome. 

‘You make it sound like I don’t care…But I love you.” Was the response you sent. Maybe your words would help him, and make him realize you’d always be there for him. His response was instant. As if he’d been waiting to say those words. 

‘No you don’t! Stop the fucking mind games!’ 

This time you really did cry. He was being so harsh, but why? A deep breath and you stopped your tears. Crying wouldn’t help in this situation. You had to get to the bottom of this. If you could help even a tiny bit, it’d be worth it. 

‘Come over. Talk to me. We need to figure this out.’ Was what you sent. You didn’t know if he’d read it. Given how cruel his words sounded, you half believed he was completely done with you. You didn’t want to think that way, but your overthinking brain couldn’t come up with other possibilities. Just thinking of the worst scenario. 

However only moments later, a familiar wave of smoke passed through your room’s door. Then Mare was standing in front of you with an expression on his face that can’t be described as anything but hateful. It made you recoil back, but you knew sometimes he needed some tough love. So you tried to look tougher than you felt. 

“Well? What?” He almost growled, but he reeled himself back a bit. “What do you want?” There was venom laced in his words, and you started to become even more confused. 

“What’s wrong? You’re being hateful and I don’t understand why…if I did something wrong please tell me.” Your eyes were filled with concern, but that only seemed to make him angrier. 

He started to reach out, but he stopped himself. “It sucks because as much as I want to hate you…” He looked away, and went from looking angry to defeated. He looked at you after several seconds and finished, “I can’t.” He approached you this time, and pulled you close. 

He buried his face in your neck and sighed. “No one’s ever made me feel this way before…” He pulled back and put his forehead against yours. His look was finally back to something aside from anger. “It…scares me.” Mare confessed, and wrapped his arms around you. “Everyone expects so little from me and thinks I’m worthless, but you make me want to prove them different. Show them they’re wrong.” 

You hugged him, and kissed his nose. He did the adorable thing he always did, and wiggled his nose a bit at the action. “You already are so much bigger than the people who say you’re less…you’re kind, you care about the world and the people in it. Well…most of them.” You winked to try and lighten the mood and he let out a chuckle. 

He looked terrified after he laughed and he pulled back. “I…I shouldn’t have said all that. Shit…SHIT!” Mare wasn’t used to opening up about insecurities in any way, and a lot of people would believe he didn’t have any. You knew different, you always have. “I…have to go.” He turned around, but you reached out faster and grabbed his hand. 

“Stay…please?” It almost sounded like a whine, but you didn’t care. You needed him here with you. “I missed you…I want to talk. Help you figure out anything you can. And let you know I’m here for you no matter what. Anything you’re going through…we’ll get through…together.” When he turned back towards you he was met with the kind smile he loved to see on your face. 

“What did I do to deserve you?” He tried to hide it, but tears welled up in his eyes. “I can’t provide for you like I want to…I’m practically useless to you. You should expect better from me, and you deserve that but I…can’t help it.” Without even realizing it, he squeezed your hand back tightly. He was so scared to let you go. “I don’t deserve to love you.” 

You tilted your head, and smiled at him, guiding him to look into your eyes. “Why can’t you love me with no strings attached?” He looked shocked and you continued, “Without expectations. Without guilt, or worry, or insecurities. If I say I love you…and you love me…fuck the world. We have each other. Forget all the bad shit they say about you, and listen to your heart.” You gained a small bashful smile, “If your heart wants me then that’s all that matters.” 

He looked away again, only to be guided back to you, “There’s better people out there…I love you so fucking much, but I don’t get how you can love me. I can’t offer anything-” Mare started when you cut him off. 

“I don’t care. I love you and only you.” You held both his hands, and looked at him with determination in your eyes. “I don’t believe that there’s better people. You think you don’t offer me anything? Happiness. Something most important to almost everyone out there. You make me happy. More than anyone else in the world.” At his soft gaze, you smiled. It was the kind of smile that made him want to smile too. 

So he did, and he responded in a whisper, “I’ll never get tired of seeing you. Everything you do…I love it. You’re my everything. My world.” He meant every word, he felt almost silly for having such a mental spiral, knowing it could have been prevented had he just got over his pride and talked with you. He should have known better, but it seemed like his fatigue was starting to show. 

He sighed, and looked away from you briefly only to return his gaze. Mare almost shuffled in his spot, and decided to pull you into that deep and warm hug that he always did. Without meaning to at all, he yawned into your shoulder. You did notice him looking tired, but figured whatever was bothering him was keeping him awake. Now that you knew, you giggled softly and pulled back. He whined, and pouted at you once he could see your face. 

“Tired?” It was technically a question, but sounded a whole lot more like a statement. “Haven’t been able to sleep?” You looked at him sympathetically and cradled his cheek with your hand and rubbed under his eyes where the dark bags had formed. It was impossible to hide your worry, but it was far overshadowed by the care and love that was directed right at this man you loved. 

He leaned into your hand, and nuzzled it lightly as he shut his eyes. “I…sleep better when you’re in my arms.” It was a confession of sorts, and you knew it could be terrifying to say. Sometimes he was scared to make confessions that would make him look “weak” when he was already being vulnerable. 

You weren’t going to make him ever feel bad for confiding in you, so you grabbed his hand and led him towards the bedroom. He followed, and you wordlessly laid down with Mare. He pulled the blankets over you both, and let out an adorable yawn. He snuggled in close to you, and you heard him let out a big sigh of contentment. “I can’t believe…you actually want me.” It wasn’t in a negative or sad tone, he was just making a statement at this point. 

“Mare…you’re all I’ve ever wanted. I’ll be here for and with you, through everything. I mean it.” You leaned more against him, and pressed kisses across his arms as they wrapped around you. “I’ll prove it to you…over time. But for now…you need some sleep.” You giggled, as you held each other as close as you possibly could. 

It wasn’t long before you were almost asleep, yourself. It was just so comforting to be in his arms again. Though after a moment, he leaned close to your ear and whispered, “Thank you for never giving up on me.” You weren’t sure if he was intending to say that while you were awake or not, but it didn’t matter. Either way, you heard it. 

“I won’t give up on you. Not for a million years.” 

@serenitydusk @nerdqueenkat @thattiredanimator1t0mblr @viciouslyyearning

[holyhomo]

How do Viveka and Freya treat eachother? In private, and infront of their kids? Does Viveka have any restrictions for Freya? (As in stuff she’s not allowed to do.) Or does she have her freedom?

“It’s raining.” Freya stated as she lounged around on the couch in Viveka’s office like always.

“I’m well aware, Bridget. I am neither deaf nor blind.” Viveka replied.

“Vivi, I wanted to go on a walk.”

“Well neither of us is made of sugar, if you really want to go on a walk, we can simply take an umbrella with us.”

“Bridget, put your raincoat and boots on, I know you.” Viveka orders her as they were just about to leave.

She isn’t stupid, she knows there’s a big chance Bridget is going to misbehave again. So best at least make sure she isn’t going to get her socks wet.

“Okay…”

And as Viveka figured, Bridget jumped in puddles, staining the bottom of Viveka’s coat with a mix of rain water and mud.

“Freya, stay close to me!” She shouts at her wife, who was a bit further away standing in the rain. Good thing she made her wear the raincoat.

She obediently waited for Viveka to catch up to her.

“Hold my arm, I don’t want you running off in this weather!”

Freya wrapped her arm around Viveka’s and leaned her head against her as they continued their walk.

Bit by bit, the light rain turned thunderous and heavy, making Viveka regret taking Freya outside.

“Freya, it’s getting too bad, we’re going to wait it out for a bit inside the cafe.” She announces to her wife.

Freya nods in understanding.

A bell chimes as she opens the door to the cafe and ushers Freya inside.

She has her hang up her coat before she takes her to sit at a spot in front of the cafe’s fireplace.

It’s understandably nearly completely empty in the cafe. Just how Viveka likes it.

A cafe server immediately spots them and hurries with unusual speed to them to get their orders.

“Good day, Missus and Missus Hagen! What a pleasure to have you visiting us even in this weather.”

“Rain or no rain, we simply couldn’t help but crave your delicious sandwiches and pastries.” Viveka told the sever with a smile, before her attention returned to her wife.

“Freya, I assume you’d like the usual, right?”

Freya nods at Viveka. But she doesn’t make eye contact with their server.

“Alright, so a hot chocolate and bagel with cream cheese and salmon for Missus Freya and for you a cappuccino and a croissant sandwich with egg salad I assume.”

“Yes please, and please add whipped cream and marshmallows to the hot chocolate.”

“Of course Missus Hagen! I’ll be right back with your orders.”

The server leaves them alone in front of the raging fire. And Freya wrappers herself even further around Viveka.

Viveka takes the opportunity to check the weather on her phone as Freya clings to her on the couch.

“Tsk! It’s only going to get worse. I’m calling a cab after we’ve finished our meals, I’m not having us walk back through this storm.”

“Okay.”

Viveka has to think for a moment. As she was checking the weather, she had gotten a text. An old ‘friend’ of hers had wanted to meet up with her since she was in the country, but…

She would need to check with Freya first if that’s okay with her.

“Freya, an old friend of mine, Liselotte Reinhart, wanted to meet up with me since she was in the country, is that okay with you?”

“She liked you.” Freya answers back.

And that’s a clear enough answer for Viveka.

“I’ll let her know that won’t be possible.”

So this is their usual dynamic! At least when they are alone in public.

And yes, Freya has her restrictions. For one she’s not allowed to leave their home without someone accompanying her. But she’s also not very interested in leaving without Viveka anyways. She’s usually stuck to her side 24/7, just because she herself wants to.

As for how they treat each other, pretty good. In public and when it’s just the two of them. Can’t say much more or else I’ll give too much away.

Freya likes to call Viveka Vi or Vivi and Viveka still calls her Bridget in private. Which has once made someone who overheard them think she was cheating on Freya when they were being intimate.

[fruittt-punchhh]

Pop My Cherry!

this is pt. 7! read the rest of the parts here.

Synopsis: your dad's best friend is none other than Toji Fushiguro, and you can't help but wonder what he could do with his hands.

Characters: Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader. Shiu mentioned, not a major character.

Content: Minors Do Not Interact! smut, afab! reader, fem! reader, dad's best friend! Toji, suggestiveness, cursing, inexperienced (ish) reader, reader is a virgin but has done things ya know, female masturbation, male masturbation, mutual masturbation, pet/ affectionate names, age gap (reader is 24, Toji is in his 30s), Toji calls reader (doll, slut, bitch, etc.), big dick! Toji, cunnilingus (f! receiving), jealousy, domestic! Toji lowkey, breeding, rough sex ya’ know

Word Count: 9.7k-ish

Trigger Warning: emetophobia. mentions of getting sick, reader doesn’t actually get sick but yeah. I will be putting a break in the text so you can scroll through if you don’t wanna read it🫶

Notes: ladies, gentlemen, both, neither, and all the others, ITS TIMMMMEEEE!!🗣️❌✋the moment you and I have all been waiting for. please please please (Sabrina?) enjoy, and as always, ignore any spelling/grammar errors, I proofread but I’m usually high while doing that so ya’know. lemme know what you think!! love always, fruit punch ❤️‍🔥🧃

You stretch out your hands to find a cold, empty bed beside you. You were definitely wasted last night, but not so much so that you don’t remember falling asleep in Toji’s arms. You turn around to find your phone, confused by the layout of Toji’s bedroom. There was no table on your side, so you huff while you sit up. Your head is spinning and you needed some Tylenol and water ASAP.

(TW: mentions of being sick, skip ahead if you don’t wanna read!)

Oh shit. Your mouth just started watering. You didn’t drink much, but were you really about to get sick? Your heart is pounding in your ears and you were sweating onto the sheets below you. You think you remember where the bathroom is, jumping to your feet before you get sick in the bed.

You covered your mouth with your hands as you burst through the bathroom door. You grab onto the side of the toilet bowl so hard your knuckles turn white. You try your hardest to steady your breathing, one big breath in through your nose and out through your mouth.

(all clear!)

You think it’s finally passed you when you realize the shower is running. So that’s where Toji went.

“Oh shit, hold up,” you hear him say before he’s stepping out of the shower with soap still on his body. You were fine at this point but Toji still grabs your hair regardless, rubbing on your back as he whispers in your ear.

“Sorry, didn’t leave, jus’ wanted to get ready. Got some errands to run. Are you good?”

Toji was being sweet enough that you were starting to feel upset about your new semester. You didn’t think you two would ever date, but it was nice spending time with him.

“Yeah, m’okay I think. Sorry, I thought I was getting sick,” you tell him as he’s ‘sshhh’-ing you, helping you stand back up.

“I’d hug you but I’m covered in soap,” he starts, before you ask if you two can shower together.

“U-uh sure, but don’t get any ideas. We’ve got a long day ahead of us and I don’t wanna’ go rushin’ anything,” he says as he’s turning around to turn the water back on. He’s testing the water with his big hands, checking to see if the temperature is suitable to his liking. You can’t help but admire his musculature, noting how the soapy water runs down his impressive back muscles. Even his butt was muscular, which surprised you given that it still looked pretty juicy. You felt a little bold, given that Toji has now seen you at pretty much your worst. You reach your hand out, lightly tapping his ass cheek as he whips around.

“Girl what are ya’ doin?” He asks with a light giggle.

“Just admirin’ the view s’all,” you respond, laughing with him as you two step into the shower. You felt weak and your hands were a little shaky, signaling that you definitely needed some electrolytes.

Toji rinsed himself off then he lets you take a turn in the water, and feeling the warm water run down your face makes you feel ten times better than a few minutes ago. You felt so covered in filth from last night and you are aching to feel clean again.

Toji moves closer to you, wrapping his warm hands around your waist. He starts kissing your shoulder, then your neck, onto your chest, your sternum, and finally your lips. Your hands are on his chest as you kiss him back enthusiastically, feeling somewhat safe for the first time in a while. You were scared of the feelings you started to develop in the last few days. It was too soon to tell if you liked him like that, but you knew that you enjoyed being in his presence.

He deepens the kiss as he pulls you into him, leaving no space between your bodies. He sucks on your bottom lip as he pulls off, asking you a question you knew was coming.

“Ya’know we’re not fuckin’ after this, right doll?”

You can’t help but pout and ask why as if you didn’t know the answer already.

“I said I gotta run some errands and you’re comin’ with me. Plus, I gotta’ at least attempt to make it special for ya’,” he says, trying not to blush as he thinks about taking you for the first time. He pictured you underneath him, your beautiful (fair/tan/dark) skin all flushed and radiant as you whine for him to give it to you. Fuck. He felt a rush of blood surge to his dick, making him grow harder by the second. He curses his active imagination as he watches your hand snake down his stomach.

“Did ya’ not hear me? I said we’re waitin’,”

He grabs your wrist, completely enveloping it in his large palm.

“B-But please. Let me take care of you, baby, please,” you all but beg, hoping you’d get him riled up enough that he’d finally have his way with you. He loosens his grip on your wrist and you take the opportunity to snatch your hand back, immediately putting it around the base of his now fully hard cock.

“Shit, b-baby, please, n-need to wait,” he stammers, taken aback from the sudden contact. Toji woke up with a raging hard-on, opting to go take a shower before he fucked you in your sleep. You looked so pretty sitting there, finally calm after the wild night you two had. You had pushed the covers down just enough for your tits to spill out, leaving them on full display for Toji. It took everything in him not to wrap his lips around your nipple and suck until you woke up.

“We don’t have to do anything after, jus’ wanna help you out,” you say, laying it on thick as you poke your bottom lip out, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you can manage. You draw your hand back, stopping to circle your palm on his tip. Toji may have been a hard, macho man, but he was truly a softie (for you). He dropped his head, eyes transfixed on your movements. You were running your hand on his tip over and over, drawing the most sinful sounds from his lips. He was whining and grunting for you, begging you to slow down.

“B-baby, please. Don’t wanna cum, wanna’ save it for you,” he whimpers, tossing his head back. The water streaming past your shoulders was now hitting the tip of his cock, making him twitch with every touch. It took every cell he possessed to reach down and remove your hands, effectively edging himself harder than he ever had before.

You try to fight back to no avail. You know Toji has never used his full strength on you, but even at 20%, you were completely powerless. You gasp when Toji pushes you against the shower wall as he starts to devour your neck, keeping both of your hands trapped above your head. He’s fondling your tits as his length jabs into your stomach. You think the fun is nearly over as you watch Toji fall to his knees, licking his lips at the sight of your pretty cunt glistening in the water for him.

He truly could never get enough of you. Your pussy was so gorgeous, basically begging to be eaten. It was going to take an insane amount of self-restraint to not fuck you in the shower, especially after seeing your face when he dropped to his knees. You looked so hungry for him, so ready for him to take such good care of you. You thread your hands in his wet hair as you wait for him to ruin you.

“Don’t get too needy, jus’ wanna’ admire you for a second,” he says as he plants a kiss to your mound. You whine at the sudden contact waiting for him to take all of him.

“This cunt is perfect, I mean seriously I’ve never seen a pussy this gorgeous before,” he continues, kissing your slit being careful not to dip his tongue in yet.

“So tight, always so fuckin wet f’me, so desperate for my dick. You drive me fuckin’ insane, ya’know that right?” He gives you no time to respond before he’s kissing up your thighs and pushing them apart. He takes his thumb and runs it down your slit before he’s pushing it onto your clit, running small circles where you needed it the most. Hearing that little ‘oh’ you made as he finally touched you made his body a thousand degrees hotter. He couldn’t take another second before he tasted you, diving in headfirst so he could make out with your pussy.

“T-Toji, ohhmyyygooood, p-please,” you cry out, so desperate for his touch you were shaking. This was the second time this man was on his knees for you, tasting every inch of your pussy like he needed to remember the layout with his tongue. He was feral for you, moaning into your pussy while he consumed you, stimulating you in the best way with the vibrations produced by his voice.

“Ya’ wanna cum, doll?”

Your orgasm was near enough and you were so desperate for your release. This god of a man sat beneath you, green eyes looking into yours as he skillfully brings you so close to the edge.

You were a whining mess above him, and he needed that sound to be the only thing he ever heard again. Not taking a second away from your pussy, he reached to the left and turns the water off completely, which allowed your beautiful sounds to echo in the bathroom uninterrupted.

“Y-yes, pleaseplease baby please let me cum,” you beg, so close to cumming you feel like your legs might give out. Toji had full intentions on edging you as punishment for edging him, and he almost lost his resolve hearing you beg for him. He wanted to give you that and more. He needed you to feel all of him, not just his tongue, not just his fingers. Toji needed to give you what you so desperately begged for. He wanted to see your pretty pink pussy swallowing him whole with tears in your eyes as you tell him it’s ‘too big’. He needed all of this and more, and he’d give it to you…later.

You feel your vision start to turn black as you are overcome with the sensation of your impending orgasm. You’re fully humping into Toji’s mouth as he lets you use him like a toy. You’re so so close until Toji gives your clit one last harsh suck, before he pulls off with a smile.

“T-Toji, what the fu-“

For some reason he hated hearing swears come out of your mouth. It burned him up and yet made him feel so weak for you. He’s starting to think that everything about you makes him feel a similar way, too.

“Watch it brat. I didn’t get to cum, so neither do you. Let’s finish up, yeah?”

Now this was the second time that the man on his knees edged you. You were starting to think this was one of his kinks because it’s happened twice now. He even seemed to like when you did it to him. But you do remember his words from last night. Maybe he’d make it up to you by letting you cum in his mouth, on his fingers, and on his dick later.

You two finish the shower, Toji offering you a helping hand (or two) when it came time to lather up your tits. He really was a pervert.

You step out the shower, freezing your ass off as he grabs you a towel. You wrap yourself up snug. Toji’s towels were big enough that you could wrap them around you twice and still have some fabric left over. You take advantage of this, wrapping the towel completely around your shoulders too.

“Comfy?”

You responded with a cheery ‘yep!’ as you two head back to his bedroom.

“What’s the plan for today? Ya’know, we could always fuck now and later!” You slay enthusiastically.

“You think you can handle my dick twice? I’ll be surprised if you last two minutes the first time. I’ve felt how tight you are on my fingers so you’ll be lucky if it even fits.”

“Well you’re the one that said you wanted me to prove if it fits. Why not try now?”

He walks over to your side of the room, a harsh expression covering his face.

“I said no, woman. Keep askin’ and the only thing gettin’ fucked tonight is your pretty throat,” he spits, rolling his eyes at your little gasp you let out.

“You never answered my question by the way. What’s the plan, Stan?”

He laughs at your stupid rhyme, letting you know that he had to pick up some stuff for work, get your lashes, and get some lunch.

“Oh okay. We really don’t have to get the lashes, I’m just going back to school anyways. And what do you have to get for work? I mean I still don’t even know what you do. Also, there’s this really good burger spot up the road if you wanna try it!”

Toji looks at you rambling as he turns the volume knob ever so slowly to the right. He hits you with a ‘ya’done?’, laughing when you hit his shoulder. He tries to play the nonchalant, laidback role but in reality, he could not be more obsessed with you. It was all rooted in lust, but he still can’t help but think about you telling him about your day while he eats you out. He knew that even if you went back to school, he would never have pussy so good again. And he hasn’t even had you properly yet.

You arrive to a fenced-in warehouse that appeared to be abandoned. You see a black car, similar to the one Toji is in, sitting inside of a barren garage.

Toji pulls up to the gate, parking parallel to the fence.

“Look, I’ll be back in two minutes tops, do not go anywhere. Call me if you need me, don’t do anything stupid.”

He doesn’t even get the chance to hear your response before he’s slamming the door, trotting up to the gate to be let in. He makes it to the garage, hoping to see the payment he was promised.

A black duffel bag is tossed onto the floor, a cloud of dust rising from it.

“Count it.”

To which he did. It was $1k short.

“Shiu come on man. Where’s the rest of it?”

The other man shakes his head, cursing himself for being so stupid.

“Look, someone saw me on the last job I did so I had to pay ‘em off, it wasn’t my fault I swear. Someone ratted me out.”

Toji thinks hard about what to say next. He knew Shiu to be a little bastard sometimes, skimming from the top of the bucket when it came to their payouts. But he also knew it’s been about 2 minutes already and he was worried about the wrong person coming up to the car while he was gone.

“Fuck it. But you owe me drinks, yeah?” He says, grabbing the back and spinning on his heels before walking out.

“O-Oh, okay yeah, sure. Tomorrow?”

“Nope, I’ll be busy,”

“Next week then, swear.”

Toji gives him a thumbs up before he heads out of the garage, eager to see your smiling face again.

Toji walks back to the car, popping the trunk before he throws the bag into it. He hops back in the driver’s side to see a very frustrated woman.

“Why is there a fucking gun in here?!”

Jesus Christ. He should have known better than to trust you not to rummage through his shit.

“Language, god. And why are you lookin’ through my shit?”

Was he serious? I mean you knew he wasn’t one to think too hard but come on.

“Maybe because you said you had to get something from work, then you drive me to the middle of nowhere at this Amazon lookin’ ass warehouse and get a duffel bag from this guy and put it in the truck like it never happened!”

Toji can’t help but laugh. You were so concerned and worry was plastered on your face. You tried so hard to be angry with him, but you looked so cute when you got upset. The comment about the Amazon warehouse sent him, having him nearly doubled over from laughing.

“It’s not fucking funny! At least tell me why you have a gun in here, please Toji.”

“Okay okay, phew, sorry. You’re just cute when you’re mad,”

You roll your eyes, nonverbally demanding an explanation.

“Look, if you wanna know what I do for work, you have to promise not to freak out. Like swear on everything you love, because you don’t understand how bad I need to have you tonight. And I won’t let this ruin that,” he admits, patiently waiting for you to decide what your answer would be. You do enjoy hearing Toji say he needs you, and you felt the same too. At the end of the day, you know he would never hurt you, so you tell him to go ahead.

“Okay, but you promised not to freak out. I’m an assassin,” he admits, scanning your face for any sign of disapproval.

Was he serious? It would explain the gun and the large duffel bag.

“An assassin? What is this, 2003?”

Toji feels himself release a breath he didn’t know he was holding. You may not have been happy with his answer, but you were feeling okay enough to make a joke, which was a good sign in his eyes.

“So you don’t care?” He asks, hoping to hear a loud and resounding ‘nope!’ so you two can continue on with your day.

“Oh no I care. I just figured you’d say something like hit man or contract killer. Assassin is so old school,” you say, still a little wary of his career.

He rolls his eyes at your response, opting to put the car in drive with his foot still on the brake.

“So do you just kill anyone that they pay you to?”

Toji sighs, hoping you wouldn’t have any further questions for him.

“I used to when I was young and needed the money. Now I just try to kill the ‘bad guys’. Ya’know, murderers, rapists, pedos, etc.”

“Wouldn’t that make you a murderer, though?”

Oh bless you.

“You could have called me that well before I started this job. Got anymore questions for me, love? Startin’ to get hungry.”

“What if I had someone in mind that I thought should die.”

Weird question, he thinks, but not out of the ordinary.

“Well I’d kill him then, no questions asked,” he says as he slowly starts to pull out of the vacant lot.

“Who said it was a man?”

“Okay, same shit. I’d kill whoever it was,” he explains, not really caring about the nuances of who he wants you to kill. “You really got someone? I could do it tomorrow, if you need-“

Oh, he was fucking serious. You saw a little glint in his eyes signaling he might have been excited to sort out your request. You had no one in mind of course, opting to drop it before he gets a little too carried away.

“Oh god no, I don’t have anyone. Just wanted to see if you’d do it for me,” you say, not expecting his response.

“Girl, I’d do a lot more than you realize.”

You two arrive to the nearest ulta as he ushers you in, telling you to find your lashes while he roams the store. He circles back around to find you stuck on which pair of lashes to get.

“Help me pick, pleaaaase! These are really cute but they’re kind of expensive. And these are cute too but I don’t even need two pairs so I just don’t know.”

“Here, lemme’ see,” he says, grabbing the two pairs from your hand. You failed to notice the basket Toji brought with him, filled with two colognes, two perfumes, some makeup remover, and face wash.

He grabs the two lashes from you and walks to the counter, not giving you anytime to catch up to him.

“T-Toji don’t get both pairs I really don’t need them. What’s all this other stuff?”

He starts placing the items on the counter, smiling at the cashier as he explains himself.

“Well, I just got paid. You needed makeup remover and face stuff last night and I didn’t have it. Plus, these smelled good and I want you to wear ‘em for me, yeah?”

You were blushing so hard and the cashier took notice, telling one of her friends she needed a man like yours. Was he yours? No one had ever casually dropped hundreds of dollars on you before. Besides the money, no one had really gotten you anything in general. Previous boyfriends always forgot birthdays or didn’t last long enough to celebrate it, always breaking up right before to avoid the awkward confrontation if they didn’t have a good present.

The cashier states the total quietly.

“Alrighty, that’ll beeee… $660.50”

Toji lets out a ‘hm’, digging in his pockets. He pulls out $1k and unwraps the band around the stack, dropping $700 on the counter like it was a $20 bill.

The cashier hands him his change and he tells her to throw the receipt away. You two walk out of the store, hearing the women behind the counter giggling and fawning over ‘your man’.

“Toji, you really didn’t have to do that. It was so much fucking money,”

“Baby, please watch your mouth around me. It makes me wanna’ do bad things to you. And I just got paid, so lemme’ do what I want with my hard earned money, okay?”

“What kinda bad things?” You can’t help but ask, still too eager for him since this morning.

“Things we might get to one day, when you’re ready. Not tonight. Don’t want ya’ gettin’ any bright ideas.”

He says, walking over to the passenger side to open the door for you. You were starting to get used to the princess treatment, ready to enjoy every moment of kindness he offers before tonight. You hoped the sweet, kind man you were spending your morning with was not invited to the bedroom tonight. You wanted him to have his way with you and use you like a toy, albeit your first time.

You thank him as he hops in the driver’s side, starting to drive to a nearby boutique. He didn’t tell you he had plans to buy you clothes. He wanted to buy you everything, clothes, shoes, lingerie, makeup, even personal hygiene items. He liked the feeling of having money and being able to share that with someone.

You two arrive and you shot him a questioning look, thinking you were supposed to be at a restaurant. “Why are we at this clothes shop? Thought you were hungry,” you ask, before he is swiftly on the other side of the car, opening your door for you.

“Well doll, seeing’ as you’re wearing my old t-shirt and a pair of sweats I had when I was twenty, I thought it’s only fair if we get you somethin’ cute to wear to lunch.” You nod your head in agreement. You didn’t want to come off as greedy, but the baggy top and bottoms that were dragging the floor was not a good look.

You walk into the store, and there’s a good mixture of cute, casual clothes, and attire that was more appropriate for a fancy event. Toji tells you to find something nice as you watch him walk to the front counter. You see him pulling out his wallet and slipping her a bill, while she nods her head with a smile before walking to the changing rooms. You tried to not question the man as you pile in your arms dress after dress, a couple of pants and a few shirts.

Toji comes back over, taking all the clothes from your hands and throwing them over his shoulders. “What was that about up there?” You ask, hoping he’ll give you an explanation instead of calling you a brat and telling you you’ll find out later.

“Well I didn’t want anybody else back there lookin’ at my girl, so I asked if she could make sure my private show stays private,” he says with a smirk, watching as your face turns beet red. You should have known it was for something along those lines. You always caught Toji gawking at you, looking you up and down and studying every feature of yours like he was paid to.

“Okay, pervert. Think I’m about done,” you say, giggling as he grabs your hand to lead you to the fitting rooms. He pulls open the curtain for you and much to his liking, there were no other patrons left in the back. You grab the items, opting to get dressed behind the curtain so Toji didn’t ravish you in a retail store.

Toji pulls open the dressing room curtain while you ask him what he thinks. You had on a light blue sundress, one that cupped your tits so that they sat high on your chest. The dresses ruffles covered just enough of your backside to leave Toji itching to run his hands just underneath it. It was adorned with little blue bows and it had a white ribbon that was laced to the corset back. You step out, asking Toji for a hand to tighten up the back.

He’s scrolling through his phone, trying to keep his cool while he watches his clothes you were wearing drop to the floor underneath the curtain. Looking through the items you had picked out had him excited in more ways than one. Especially —

“That dress,” he thinks aloud as you step out of the dressing room, asking him some question that he doesn’t have the capacity to hear right now. He walks towards you, piecing together that you need the back of the dress tied up. He grabs the ribbon, tightening it before he tries his best to make a knot without ripping the flimsy silk material.

“Toji, it’s supposed to be a bow not a military knot,” you giggle, looking behind you in the mirror to see a much too tight knot in place of a cute, dainty bow. He manages a laugh before he sits back down, running his hands over his thighs while he tries to think of anything other than bending you over in that dress behind the curtain.

You ask him again, failing to realize that he is too lost in thought to hear you. “Hellloooo,” you say with a wave, “are you there? I asked if you liked it, silly.”

“Do I like it? Are you fuckin’ kidding? You gotta take that off and try something else because I don’t know if we’ll make it to lunch while you’re wearin’ that,” he admits, trying not to blush as he pictures you sitting on his face, completely buried under the pretty blue fabric.

You slam the curtain shut again, smiling at the thought of Toji taking care of you in the dressing room. You wanted to wear something more casual and comfortable anyways, and you didn’t take Toji as the type to eat at fancy restaurants. You slid on a pair of dark blue jeans that were snug on your waist, and accentuated your hips and thighs. You throw on a fitted white baby tee and a pair of white sneakers you had grabbed earlier. You step out, asking if this was better.

Jesus, better? He didn’t know which was worse. Seeing you in that dress made him want to ravish you. But seeing you in those jeans that were glued tight to your juicy thighs, plump ass and sinful waist had him reeling too. You looked completely casual and still so goddamn hot, it was insane to him how you made him feel. He was sure you could walk out with a trash bag on and he’d gush at how good you look.

“That’s perfect, doll,” he says with a kiss to your head. Toji asks, no, tells you to grab all of the clothes you’d tried on for him and head to the car.

“Don’t you have to pay?”

“I told her to ring up everything you picked up and I gave her my card. I’ll meet you out there. Keep this on,” he says, rubbing his hand over the swell of your ass in those jeans.

You two head out on your final errand of the day, the one that you both have been anxiously waiting for. You were starving and so was he, and you desperately needed something to drink.

Your food finally arrives at the table. You both ordered a popular sandwich on the menu with a water, desperately needing food and hydration. You two hardly speak during the meal, too desperate for a full belly to bother with words. Toji finishes much quicker than you, rubbing his belly after he wipes his mouth. He continues watching you eat, making you feel like a deer in headlights. You told him not to stare as it was rude.

“Can’t help it, doll. You’re just too cute.”

You finish the last bite of your sandwich, nearly choking on it after hearing his words. You thought he’d say something about how he wished you ate his dick like that, but his wholehearted compliment was very unexpected.

He drops a fifty on the table before you two leave, knowing all too well that the meal only came out to $20. He opens the door for you before he’s reaching down to hold your hand.

“Oh. Didn’t take you as the PDA type Toji.”

He smirks, “Holding hands is PDA now? I’d gladly fuck you in front of that entire restaurant if you wanted me to.”

“Jesus, no of course not. Just didn’t take you as the type to hold hands.”

He nods his head in agreement, “Well, usually I’m not. But I like you. Your hands are soft. Plus, I don’t want you gettin’ lost.”

“Lost in the parking lot?”

“Yeah doll. All that weed smoke might have rotted your brain so I never know,” he says with a laugh as he pats your head. He opens the car door for you yet again, giving your ass a light tap before you step in.

You two make it back to Toji’s apartment, having successfully finished all of the errands for the day. Toji yawns as he drops the bags on the counter.

“Might need a nap, doll. M’always sleepy after lunch,” he states, stretching his arms over his head before he’s pulling his shirt off.

A nap? Was he serious? You were ready to finally fuck, and you’d been thinking about it literally all day. A nap wouldn’t hurt, but you were still frustrated from your time in the shower.

“A nap after lunch? I can’t tell if that’s old man behavior or baby behavior,” you say, walking to join him on the couch.

“Might be both, I dunno’. Come here,” he beckons you close to him, making room for you to be the little spoon.

You find your spot on the couch after taking off your jeans, backing into Toji’s warm abdomen as you hum in satisfaction. He was so warm, almost like a space heater. He wasn’t hard (yet) but you kept pushing your plump ass into his crotch, hoping for any sort of reaction out of him.

That is until you hear him snore. This old fogey was already asleep. You were starting to feel like maybe he didn’t want to have sex with you, either that or he was coming up with a way to let you down easy. Regardless, you couldn’t help but let your mind drift as your eyes slowly closed. A nap wouldn’t hurt, right?

It wouldn’t hurt if it wasn’t three hours long. You had to go back to university very soon, and you knew Toji probably had work tonight. You awake to him still asleep behind you. You try your best to turn around and not wake the older man. You snake your hand under his arm, wrapping it around his back. You attempt to pull him closer to you. You take your left leg and wrap it over his hip, pulling his groin closer to yours.

He was still fast asleep, looking awfully peaceful for once. You press your lips to his, hoping to interrupt his beauty sleep. You continue this until his eyes are starting to open, and he kisses you back with fervor.

He wastes no time grabbing your ass, pulling you impossibly close to his now half-hard cock. He had waited long enough. Done all the things he thought he should have. But he was aching for release at this point.

You gasp as he pulls you in closer, deciding to deepen the kiss by pressing your hot tongue into his mouth. He can’t help but comply, allowing you to kiss him further as he returns the favor.

You two stay wrapped up like this for a while, kissing and moaning into each other’s mouths. Toji pulls away, earning a pout from yours truly.

“Look, y/n. I want you. So fuckin’ bad. But I don’t mind waitin’ if you need to. Just as long as you’re waiting on me to pop your cherry and not someone else, I’ll wait as long as I have to,” he says earnestly. He wants to make this special, and he’s scared it would be a one off fling if he didn’t take it seriously.

“No, n-no Toji, I want this really bad. With you only, I swear. I-I think I’m ready.”

And that was all the permission he needed.

Toji flips you over on the couch, sitting you back on the arm of the sofa before he’s pulling your pants down.

“Let me get you ready for me, okay baby? Why don’t ya’ see if you can squirt on my face again?”

Fuck. This was actually happening. This man that outright spoiled you all morning was now about to consume every part of you.

He licks his lips before he dives in deep, needing to taste every inch of your wetness.

“S’good for me, so fuckin’ wet every time.”

He says, lapping you up like he was paid to. He flattens his tongue over your clit, circling it in an intoxicating way.

“T-Toji, yesss, please jus’ like that.” You ask, reaching your hands down to grab his hair. You take your other hand and put it on his cheek, using all your leverage to pull him close to you.

He pulls off, telling you, “don’t get greedy now. I’ll give you what ya’ want, trust me.”

He says before he continues working on your pussy, needing to make you cum for him. He wastes no time seeing as you were already so wet for him. He takes his middle finger and prods your entrance, pulling a gasp from your lips.

“Please,” is all you have time to say before he’s shoving his finger inside you. The stretch was still there, but his work on your clit was helping you open up to him fully. You felt your orgasm approaching, so desperate for release after being edged not once, but twice by this man. You’re honestly scared he might do it again, until he starts curling his finger while inside you. The sensations were pushing you over the edge as you try not to crush Toji’s head with your thighs, exclaiming to him that you were cumming.

He feels you pulse and clench around his finger and the thought of you doing that on top of him has him spitting precum in his boxers. Speaking of you being on top of him, he has an idea.

“Done already?” you ask, breathless as Toji sits up in front of you. He tells you to get up to which you obey, awaiting his commands. You watch him lay back down on the couch (hopefully not for another nap)

“Come here, love. Come sit on my face. Use me to feel good,” he says, a blush rising up his face that you wish you could remember forever.

“Wait, r-really? That’s so embarrassing though, what if I suffocate you?”

Toji rolls his eyes so hard they might be stuck. “You barely weigh anything. I’d like to see you try. I’m serious, try your hardest to suffocate me with that pussy and I’ll be a happy man.”

You see how eager he is for you, both in his eyes and his pants. You slowly take a step to the couch, throwing your legs around his head. You sit back, almost sitting on his chest. That wouldn’t do.

“Told ya’ to put that pussy on me, girl. You need to listen,” he says before he’s grabbing your ass and yanking you close to him, making you sit entirely on his face. The new sensations and the ability to take control of your own pleasure was too much for you. You already felt your knees get weak when Toji starts to lick you up and down again.

You are falling apart above him, head thrown back in pure ecstasy as he pleases you to the best of his ability. He’s working two thick fingers inside you now, curling them with every thrust.

“Look at me when ya’ cum, need t’see you,” he says, muffled by your plush thighs and plump pussy.

Your orgasm was rushing in much sooner than you expected, that familiar snap breaking in your stomach as you gush all over his face. You look down at him, watching him drink in your release with a smile on his face. He withdraws his fingers, giving them a long suck before he’s kissing your clit, giving you one final lick to clean you up.

He pushed you off of him, sitting you in his lap.

“Come taste baby. S’good”

He says before shoving his tongue into your mouth. You two stay entangled like this for a moment, kissing each other with a fever. He continues undressing you, mouth immediately latching to your nipple as his hand kneads the other one. You moan for him, telling him he’s so good for you. Toji didn’t think he’d care about receiving praise from anyone, let alone you. Now it was his goal to make you praise him again. He’d earn that praise in due time.

You reach down to palm him through his sweats, earning a grunt from the man below you. You free him from him boxers, hand wrapping around the tip of his heavy cock. You slowly start to stroke him, spitting in your hand for extra lubrication. He’s groaning underneath you, but in his lip hard as he watches your every move.

You start to move off of him, wanting to feel him in your mouth before he’s grabbing your waist to keep you planted on his lap.

“If you put that mouth on me I’m gonna’ cum. We’ll do it later. I just need your pussy on me, please baby. So fuckin’ tired of waitin’,” he basically begs. You were so nervous for this part, but you were more than ready. You noticed how the women looked in porn, always so fucked out of it and overwhelmed with pleasure. You wanted to be the one grabbing the sheets as you moan for the man fucking you for once.

“I don’t wanna wait anymore either, Toji. So… how do you want to do it?” You ask, trying not to make this anymore awkward than it was already.

“Wan’ you to ride me, baby. Can you do that f’me? If I take control right now I’m scared I’ll break you,” he says, fully intent on having you take the lead, at least for now.

“What if I’m not good, though?” You ask, unable to stop comparing yourself to the probably many women that came before you.

“You’re gonna’ be perfect, baby. Please. Don’t wanna’ hurt you,” and while you wouldn’t mind if he did hurt you, maybe later would be a better time for some rough treatment.

You take a deep breath as you bring him closer to your entrance. He’s essentially holding his breath, analyzing your every move. You run the tip along your folds, earning a moan from the both of you. You line him up with your entrance, suddenly quite terrified of the stretch he’d give you. He was so much bigger than just his fingers and even that took a while to get used to.

You sink onto his tip, excruciatingly slow.

“Oh-Ohmygod,” he spits out, in disbelief at how tight and wet you were.

“S’big, T-Toji, fuck,” you say, no longer caring if you say a few curse words in his presence. He tells you to go slow as you finally push the rest of his tip in. You felt so full already and you still had so much more to take. You try to sink down onto him fully, his hands on your waist holding you steady as you take another inch. The stretch was so extreme and you felt like he was splitting you in half. You didn’t know if you’d even be able to take all of him. You were sweating and coming apart above him and he’d never seen something so pretty. Here he was, finally popping your cherry. You were so tight it almost hurt how hard you were pulsing and clenching around him.

“Need you to relax baby, I know it’s a lot but you can take it, promise,” he says, running his hand down your waist to play with your clit. He rubs circles on your bud slowly, helping you relax a little on top of him. You start to take another inch, slowly pushing yourself onto him further. You underestimated how helpful Toji was being playing with your clit, and you were able to take two more inches before you had to stop.

“Fuck, yeah there ya’ go baby. S’good for me, takin’ me so well,” he says, in disbelief at how good you feel. He could pass away right now and die the happiest man. You felt so heavenly clamped around him. Your face was so red and sweaty, eyes boring holes into his skin as he reaches up to suck on your nipple. The movement made him push into you even further, the unexpected stretch feeling somewhat pleasurable as you whine on top of him.

You felt close already with his skillful fingers working on your clit the way he was. You didn’t expect to cum again, at least not for a while. You want to be able to take all of him, so you continue pushing yourself down on his member as he draws you to your third orgasm.

“P-Please, y/n. Need to feel you cum on me, please I’ll fuckin’ die without it,” he says so desperately as he quickens his movements on your clit.

You slowly start to rock your hips into his hand, chasing your orgasm and relishing in the feeling of Toji’s hard cock pushing into your sweet spot. It felt so different than his fingers and you were sure his fingers may never be enough again.

You only had a little of him left before you had taken him fully. With a couple more strokes of his fingers, you were cumming and clamping around him.

“T-Toji, fuck, cumming. Please, fuck, please give it me, can’t do it m-myself, please” you ramble above him, needing him to give you the rest of his dick as you came undone for him.

Those words were simply music to his ears. He brings you to your orgasm as you beg him to shove the rest of his length in. He keeps rubbing your clit as he’s wrapping his arm all the way around your waist, impaling you down onto his cock. You came so hard, he thought you might push his dick out. The feeling alone had him almost breeding your sweet pussy. He finally bottoms out as you look at him like all the breath was ripped from your lungs. The feeling of his heavy balls pushing against your ass as he pushes almost fully into you had you seeing white. Your orgasm was still crashing into you, making you squeeze entirely too tightly around his cock.

“H-Holy shit, y/n, so fucking tight. Need ya’ to move for me, can you do that baby?”

You nod at him with an ‘mmhm’, finally feeling adjusted enough to his size to move. You pull your hips up, basking in the feeling of his member filling you to the brim. You pull off just enough for only the tip to be left inside you, shoving yourself back down on his cock with a loud gasp. Toji’s dick curved upward in such a way that he was pushing into your g-spot with each thrust.

“There ya’ go baby, nice and slow jus’ like that. So fucking good, you’re doin’ so good for me, y/n,” he says, and you love the feeling of your name leaving his lips. You continue moving up and down on top of him, mostly using your full body to move. You pick up a decent pace, moaning out little ah! ah! ah!’s as he starts to meet your thrusts. You felt another orgasm sneaking up on you, Toji’s dick pushing into your gummy walls and hitting your spot with every thrust.

“Feel good, huh? Gonna cum for me while ya’ bounce on this cock? Tell me who’s pussy this is and I’ll think about lettin’ you cum,” He demands, much too eager for you to cum all over his lap.

You felt your knees start to give out and your legs are starting to shake. Even if Toji wasn’t so big, you weren’t used to bouncing up and down like this. You plant your hands on Toji’s firm chest, wanting to feel his heartbeat as you take him like the good girl you are. Your hands wander as you rake your fingers over his nipple, hearing him whine for you as a pretty pink hue covers his cheeks. You sink down fully on his cock, grinding your hips since your legs were so tired. The hair at the base of his cock was tickling your clit as you grinding on top of him slowly, moaning into his mouth the entire time.

You reach your head down, latching your lips around his nipple as you lick and suck him. You fail to realize the mistake you made as Toji grabs your hips and starts to piston his hips into you. You release your hold on him, instead opting to grab onto his big arms for balance. You are nearly screaming above him as he fucks into you with a furosity you didn’t know he had. All that could be heard was the sounds you two were making and the loud plap! plap! plap! of his balls hitting your ass with every thrust.

“You — you look s’cute on top of me. Am I gonna make you cum, huh baby?” He says with a huff, trying desperately to keep his pace up as he pounds into you.

You were too far gone. Your orgasm was nearly here as Toji absolutely abuses your poor cunt.

“Y-Yes, m’gonna cum for you. You f-feel, fuck, s’good daddy. You own this pussy, s’all yours”

Toji nearly came from hearing those words leave your lips. He increases his pace, fucking you brutally through your orgasm. Your pussy was a vice around his cock as you push him fully out of you, squirting all over his cock and chest. You were chanting his name as you came down from your high.

He has to regrettably pull out of you for fear of cumming too soon, instead flipping you over. You sat on the couch on your hands and knees, looking behind you to see him admiring the view.

“Stop s-starin’,” you whine, feeling much too exposed in front of him. Toji pulls his boxers off and throws them to the side, fully stroking himself before he lines himself up with your entrance.

You feel Toji’s hand on the back of your head, pushing you deep into the couch. You were now just as he wanted you, face down, ass up. He slowly pushes into you with a long, drawn-out ‘fuuuuck’.

“Still so fuckin’ wet f’me doll. Never had pussy so good, so fuckin’ tight, shit. And those cute little noises you’re makin’ aren’t helpin’,” he admits as he bottoms out entirely.

You whine underneath him, this new position making you take every last inch of him. He was so deep now he was practically in your womb. He pulls all the way out before he’s harshly thrusting all the way back in, all his self-control seemingly thrown out of the window.

He couldn’t help but fuck you the way he thought you needed. He could tell by the way your face lit up when he took control earlier that you wanted him to ruin you. He promised many times that he’d make you feel good and that he’d fuck you within an inch of your life, and he was a man of his word.

He’s pounding into you now with a brutal grip on the fat of your hips, surely hard enough to leave a bruise. You were nearly crying underneath him with the way he was slamming into you, meeting his hips with your pelvis with every thrust.

“Pussy’s so fuckin’ deep baby, yeah? Nobody’s ever taken this much of me, n’look at you. Doin’ so good, honey,” he says, unable to prescreen the words leaving his mouth. He’s fucking into you at an excruciating pace right before he slows up, reaching down to grab a fistful of your hair. He grabs it right at your scalp, careful not to yank too hard as he’s pulling you back to his chest.

He’s wrapping his arms around you, grabbing all over your tits and your waist as he starts to fuck into you again. You were moaning filthy sounds to him as he took you properly. This new angle had him hitting your cervix with every thrust, the slight pain mixing with the extreme pleasure as you get ready to cum for him again.

“So d-deep baby, yeah. Bet you can feel me all in here, huh?” He says as he reaches his hand down to your navel, pushing hard onto your stomach. You scream as your cunt clenches around him, coming so close to your orgasm. He reached his hand even further, flicking his fingers on your clit. It only took a few seconds of the added stimulation before you were cumming all over his thick cock, begging him to stop before you lose yourself.

“Good girl, that’s it, make a fuckin’ mess on me baby doll,” he says, pulling out and admiring the creamy white ring you left on the base of his cock. Your pussy was so tight he felt like he wouldn’t last much longer. He wanted to fuck you for hours, but after being edged this morning he was much closer than he wanted to be.

He kisses up your spine before he’s laying you back down on the couch facing him.

“Wanna see that pretty face with my cum all over it, yeah? Wanna watch you cum for me again, baby please,” he begs, wrapping his hands around the back of your knees as he spreads you for him. He looks down at your swollen cunt, all puffy and abused from his dick. It was weeping with your fluids and if he wasn’t so desperate to cum, he’d be eating you again in a heartbeat. He gathers the saliva in his mouth, spitting on your pussy for some added lubrication. It was definitely not needed, but watching it glide over your swollen folds was more than enough. He lines himself up with your entrance once more as he sinks himself into you again, watching how desperately your pretty pink pussy swallows him whole.

“G-God, look at that. She needs this cock so bad. Practically beggin’ for my cum isn’t she?” He asks you, obviously referring to your cunt. You are at a loss for words as you nod your head quickly, pulling him into a deep kiss. He starts pumping into you now, drinking in every noise that escapes your mouth with his own. He pulls back enough just to watch your face as he pounds into you. Your brows are scrunched together as he hits your cervix, the pain mixing with the pleasure making you see stars. He was taking such good care of you and you knew you would be cumming before you were ready.

His orgasm was fast approaching as he gave you all his inches. Your pussy was making these obscene squelching sounds and you were a moaning mess underneath him. He was getting so close and he needed you to take him just a little bit deeper. He removes his hands from your knees, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he bends down to kiss you, effectively putting you into a mating press.

“T-Toji! My, Ohmygod, right there, please please don’t stop please,” you beg, feeling like you could cum at any second.

“Course not, baby. This s-sweet cunt’s gonna’ make me cum. Where’d ya’ want it, hm?” He had full intentions of busting on your face, but thinking about your pussy or your tits covered in his seed had him rolling his eyes into his skull.

“Inside, p-please, m’on the pill. Gimme’ your babies, daddy,” you say, wanting to see how good it’d feel to let him claim you like that.

“O-oh shit, yeah? Such a filthy slut for me, huh? Like a bitch in heat, wantin’ me to knock you up. Lemme fill you up, y/n, gonna give you all my cum,” he says, using every last brain cell to say it. Your pussy was clamping down on him yet again, signaling that you were finally cumming on his dick. His nasty words went straight to your pussy as you snake your hand down to play with your clit, helping you work through your orgasm.

Fuck, seeing you like this, watching how flustered you got when he called you names had him so close. He thrusted into you a few more times before he was pressing his full body weight into you, breaking you in half with his tip pressed flush against your cervix. He never ever came inside any woman, except for his baby momma. He had one too many brats in his life, and he didn’t need another one. But it would take an act of god to pull him away from your heat now.

“F-Fuck, baby, you’re too good, m’cumming for ya’ doll,” he said, barely getting the words out of his mouth before he was emptying himself into your heavenly pussy. Your mouth sang pleas of ‘yes’ and ‘please’ as he finished inside of you. The feeling was something you never wanted to forget. You were sure you’d never have a man make you feel even half as good as Toji did.

After a few extra deep thrusts to make sure his cum was in there nice and snug, he pulled his length from you, moaning at the added stimulation your gummy walls provided him. You cursed at the lack of his warmth, feeling all too empty, especially after his warm cum spills out of you onto the couch.

“That won’t do, huh?” He asks before he’s thumbing your clit and pushing his pointer and middle fingers inside of you. You huff at the overstimulation, not expecting to be thrown into a field of pleasure so soon after Toji finished. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling his thick fingers into your sweet spot with every thrust.

“B-Baby, ohhhmygooood, s-so sensitive,” you whine, attempting to grab his wrist before he’s pinning your hand back.

“So? S’all your fault. You and this pretty pussy made me cum early, but I gotta reward you for doin’ so good f’me,” he smirks, quickening his pace on your clit while he grinds his fingers into you.

You were already so overstimulated from everything Toji did to you, so your orgasm was impending. Toji can tell when you’re getting close now. Your thighs start to shake and attempt to shut, your pussy gets oh so tight, tight enough that it’s talking to him with those filthy wet sounds. You scrunch up your face while you whine and pant for him. You didn’t even have to warn him this time as you were cumming, releasing all you had left onto his fingers.

He tells you you’re a good girl as he pulls out of you for the final time, grabbing a towel to clean the two of you off temporarily. He starts with you first of course, helping you clean everywhere Toji had ruined. He’s kissing you throughout the process, telling you to let him take care of you since you were too fucked out to care.

Toji cleans himself off, grunting at the rough fabric on his now half-hard cock. He lays down beside you, rubbing your stomach as he admits something he definitely didn’t want to.

“I think I’m startin’ to take a liking to you, y/n”

@theobsidianempress @scorpiosugar @voloslobotomyservice @lostsoul526 @shhreya @placxdbaby @iminurwallsgege @slvttyplum 🗣️🫶💖

[seungminhour]

[💭] thinking about how attentive hyunjin would be when you're sick.

listen, this man would absolutely worry himself to death over you being sick. if he doesn’t have eyes on you 24/7, then he’s calling and texting and sending voice messages to make you feel a tiny bit better. he’ll be at the studio recording when all of a sudden he remembers that he hasn’t checked in on you in a while. immediately pauses the whole session to grab his phone and send you a quick message asked how you were and if you needed him to pick up anything on his way home later.

he’d be such a mother hen the whole time you’re sick. it Does Not matter how sick you actually are, he’s treating you as if it’s the worst you’ve ever been.

you have a sore throat? he’s already in the kitchen making you some soup. have a headache? he’s right there with pain medicine and a drink to hand you. you’re feeling nauseous? he’s scooting the trash can closer to the bed just in case you get sick in the middle of the night and can’t make it to the bathroom.

the first time you got sent home from work because you were feeling unwell, his entire world turned upside down. as soon as you walked through that door he was immediately at your side taking your things and gently setting them down for you. he lead you to the couch and sat you down all while asking a million questions about what was wrong.

“i’m fine, hyune, just need to rest for a bit.” you’d told him in hopes that it would calm his racing nerves.

spoiler alert : it did not.

his worry only grew tenfold at this news. you’d never missed a day of work, and now you’ve been sent home because you were feeling so bad? and you’re sitting here tell him that you’re “fine” and you just “need some rest.” while looking like you’ve seen a ghost? no. he was not buying it.

he put his hand up to your forehead to check for a temperature and... yeah. you 100% had one.

"you're warm," he muttered more to himself than you. "c'mon, i'll take you to bed." he said as he helped you up.

you just giggled at how worried he was for you, "jinnie, i don't feel that bad. i can get myself to bed. besides, if i have a fever, you don't need to be doting on me. i don't want to get you sick as well."

he looked at you like you had grown a second head. once again, the wrong thing to say.

“i don’t care if i get sick. all i care about is that you get better as quick as possible. if that means that i get sick afterwards, fine. i’ll take my chances as long as it means you’re okay.”

your resolve crumbled a little at that. how could you tell him no when he was staring at you like he was about to cry? it was like just the thought of you being in pain brought him his own. his eyes were scanning all over you face, so full of worry.

finally you sighed and agreed to let him help you. you knew this was a fight you just weren’t going to win.

and it’s a fight you have never won.

every time you’re sick you tell him that you’re okay. that he doesn’t need to wait on you hand and foot. that you just have a headache, it’s all okay. and every single time he doesn’t let you do anything. he just helps you to bed and brings you what you need and lays down to cuddle you until you feel better.

and every time he gets sick as well, then it’s your turn to take care of him.

notes : i was sick recently and this is the result

[soulprompts]

"𝙄  𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀  𝙔𝙊𝙐"  𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎.  (𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉.)

idk how to describe the exact thought process that led me to this idea, but basically i was watching a tonne of ins.tagram videos and i think i had hit the fourth video in a row using that interview where it’s like “love ya, bye.” “love ya..............PFFT--” and i was like. in a way, that’s actually completely adorable, and i was thinking about all the different ways and contexts in which people say “i love you”, and now i’m here to make it everyone else’s problem! so bon appetit! DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST!! i will add to it in the future!! i will also be making a second list which is virtually identical, but there are two additional prompts that are not suitable for young eyes, so here u go, here’s a sfw version, and remember, if you add to the list i will curse ur shoes to be squeaky 24/7. so just don’t add anything to the list, okay my loves? okay. enjoy!

[  FIRST  ]:     sender tells the receiver “i love you” for the first time.

[  PHONE  ]:     during a phone call with the receiver, sender absently tells them “i love you” for the first time before hanging up.

[  MOUTH  ]:     while standing across a crowded room from one another, sender catches the receiver’s eye and mouths “i love you” to them.

[  WEDDING  ]:     as they prepare to exchange wedding vows, sender gazes at the receiver and says “i love you” for the last time as an unmarried couple.

[  HEAT  ]:     while engaged in a passionate argument with one another, sender, in the heat of the moment, blurts out “i love you!” to the receiver. ( think of like, that glorious trope where people have a huge argument and then suddenly sb drops the mic with “because i’m in love with you!” and silences the other person. u know the trope! )

[  SLOW  ]:     after resisting their feelings for one another for a very long time, sender finally breaks down and reveals to the receiver that they love them.

[  SAVED  ]:    having believed they were both about to die, the sender says “i love you” to the receiver, only for both of them to be spared at the last minute and left to process the not-so-final last words of the sender.

[  OVERHEARD  ]:     sender reveals that they’re in love with the receiver to a third party, not realizing that the receiver, while out of sight, has just overheard the confession.

[  CHOOSE  ]:     sender, realizing the receiver is about to make a huge life-changing decision (literally anything, accepting a job offer, accepting a marriage proposal, leaving the country, ANYTHING!) tells the receiver that they’re in love with them, leaving them to choose between the sender and their original path.

[  DECISION  ]:     sender finds the receiver just as they’re about to make a massive decision that will have massive consequences for the fate of many people, possibly the world. accepting their fate, sender allows the receiver to continue, telling them that they love them, and then waiting to see whether the receiver choose to save the world, or destroy it.  (for the hero/villain vibes bc we STAN THOSE VIBES! )

[  LAST  ]:     believing it to be their last chance to confess their feelings for the receiver, the sender tells them that they love them.

[  ASK  ]:     immediately after saying “i love you” to the receiver for the first time, the sender proceeds to propose to them.

[  BEDSIDE  ]:     while sitting by the sick/injured/unconscious receiver’s bedside, sender reveals that they’re in love with them, unaware that the receiver is able to hear this revelation.

[  TEXT  ]:      before concluding a text conversation, the sender delivers one more text to the receiver, reading “i love you”, before ending the conversation.

[  SACRIFICE  ]:     just before putting their own life in danger to protect, save, or help the receiver, the sender tells them that they love them, and then proceeds to risk their life in an intentional self-sacrificing way.

[  BATTLE  ]:     as they prepare to go on a dangerous mission, sender shares a final moment with the receiver, and tells them they love them, just as they head out to fight.

[  TRACE  ]:     sender, believing the receiver to be asleep, gently traces the message “i love you” on the receiver’s bare skin with their finger.

[  LETTER  ]:     sender delivers a letter to the receiver that reveals their deep love for the receiver.

[  PRIVATE  ]:     sender confesses their love for the receiver by using a private joke or shared story that only the two of them know.  ( example: “remember the day we went fishing on the lake and you fell into the water because you thought that leaf was a sharkfin? that was the day i knew i loved you.”  )

[  NOTE  ]:     on their way out of the house, sender leaves a small note for the receiver to read when they wake up, reading “i love you”.

[  UNSPOKEN  ]:     after a third party (or the receiver themselves) asks if the sender is in love with the receiver, the sender goes silent, unwittingly admitting that they do love them in the process.

[  KISS  ]:     unable to find the right words to express how much they love the receiver, the sender impulsively catches them and pulls them in for a passionate, deep kiss.

[  RAIN  ]:     sender reveals their love for the receiver while they’re both standing outside in the pouring rain.

[  HUSH  ]:     sender whispers “i love you” to the receiver while they’re both in a situation or context where they need to be quiet.

[  UNCERTAIN  ]:     while pretending/acting/undercover, the sender says “i love you” to the receiver, but whether they meant it or not is left unknown.

[  DANCING  ]:     as they slow-dance together, the sender takes the opportunity to lean in close to the receiver and tell them that they love them.

[  QUIET  ]:     on a cozy night in with the receiver, as they curl up together on the sofa/in bed, the sender says “i love you” to them.

[  RELIEF  ]:     upon reuniting with the receiver, whom the sender briefly believed to be dead, the sender emotionally embraces them, and says “i love you” in the spur of the moment.

[  LAUGH  ]:     while laughing at a joke/prank/story that the receiver is humorously displaying, the sender fondly tells them that they love them.

[  OVER?  ]:     after a mutually reluctant (and unwanted but necessary) break-up, the sender calls/visits the receiver and tells them that they’re still in love with them.

[  VOICEMAIL  ]:     sender leaves a voicemail on the receiver’s phone after failing to get through to them, and reveals their love for them.

[  ASLEEP  ]:     sender, having climbed into bed to cuddle the receiver (who they believe to be asleep), tells them that they love them.

[  INCOHERENT  ]:     while sick/feverish/intoxicated/otherwise incoherent, the sender tells the receiver that they love them, leaving the receiver to figure out if they meant it or not.

[  TRUST  ]:      faced with an incredibly risky situation, the sender decides to accept whatever plan the receiver decides on, trusting them with both of their lives and telling them they love them in the process.

[allthingsfangirl101]

What Matters–Joe Keery

Ever since Joe started working on Stranger Things, I feel like I've lost a part of him. With each season, he changed and I lost him even more. A few years ago, when Joe moved to LA, he invited me to move with him. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with my life. What I did know was that I didn't want to live in a different state than my best friend, so I moved with him.

While he started shooting Stranger Things, I worked at a coffee shop. While he played the teenage heartthrob Steve Harrington, I made coffee for 6 hours a day. It wouldn't have been as bad if I saw Joe more.

His filming schedule got crazier throughout the seasons and he came home later. It got to the point where I never saw him during the day. He was too busy to call him or to meet him for lunch. In the last month, I've only seen him maybe five times during the day.

I came home from another horrible day on my feet to an empty apartment. I made dinner for just myself and ate it while I watched a random reality show. This was my nightly routine.

My heart jumped into my throat when the door opened. I turned around, instantly smiling when I saw Joe walking in.

"You're home!" I gasped as I quickly stood up. Joe laughed as I ran over and jumped into his arms.

"Y/N," he said in a sing-songy voice. "Did you have some after-work cocktails?"

"What?" I laughed as I pulled out of his embrace. "No, I haven't been drinking. I just. . . I miss you. I feel like I haven't seen you in weeks."

"We live together," he laughed as he walked past me.

"Doesn't mean we see each other every day," I mumbled. I cleared my throat before following Joe.

"Do you have any leftovers?" He called from the kitchen. "I'm starving."

"In the fridge," I sighed as I sat on the couch.

As he warmed up some food, I continued watching my show. Throughout the night, Joe acted like things were normal and as much as I tried, I couldn't. He was on his phone, laughing at his Stranger Things group text chain. I looked over at him and gathered as much courage as I could to tell him something I've been thinking about doing for weeks.

"Joe, I've been thinking about moving back home."

I held my breath and waited for his response. Instead of saying anything, he laughed at the most recent text. That night, I finally decided; I was going to move away from him.

                                * * * * *

About a week later, I had sent most of my things home and boughten a plane ticket. Today, I was finally moving back home. I left my room, pulling my suitcase behind me. I haven't had the chance to sit down and tell Joe again that I was leaving. He's back to coming home after midnight. I couldn't help but wonder how long it would take him to notice that I was gone.

"Y/N?"

My heart jumped into my throat when I looked up to see Joe putting his keys in the bowl by the door. I opened and closed my mouth, struggling to find my voice.

"Are you going somewhere?" He asked.

"Home," I blurted out.

"Oh," he smiled. "Like for the weekend?"

"No," I said slowly. "Like permanently."

"What?" He stuttered.

"I told you the other week," I mumbled. "I quit my job and am moving home until I figure out what to do with my life."

"Y/N," he barely said. "What are you. . ."

"I'm not happy," I cut him off. "All I do every day is make fancy coffee drinks for strangers. Then I come home to an empty apartment and make myself dinner. Do you know how depressing it is to eat dinner alone, every night?"

"Y/N," he tried to interrupt me again but I didn't let him. I was finally letting out everything I had been thinking. I was done holding back.

"We moved to LA together," I continued. "I wasn't expecting to hang out 24/7, but I rarely see you and I don't know anyone else. I'm tired of being lonely, Joe. I know your job is busy and crazy. I understand that. But I need you to understand that I'm not happy. Look, I'm not going to make you choose between me and your career. That's not fair to you. But I have to do what's best for me."

"Y/N, wait. . ." Joe stuttered.

"I don't fit in here," I sighed, my voice breaking. "As much as I want to fit in with you, Joe, I don't."

"Y/N, please. . ."

I walked over and wrapped my arms tightly around him. He hesitated before wrapping his arms around me. A tear slid down my face as he tightened his hold on me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

And just like that, I left Joe's apartment without looking back.

                                * * * * *

It's only been three days since I moved home and Joe has tried calling me every day. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't answer it.

Instead, I went on with my life. My parents didn't force me to talk about why I decided to move home. They acted like it was normal for me to be back.

I started working at my dad's office as an assistant. It wasn't much, but it was better than making coffee. I was answering phones, scheduling meetings, ordering office supplies–things I did back in high school for him.

The first weekend home, my dad had a big corporate party. He took my mom, but I stayed home. I was looking in the kitchen for something to make for dinner, debating about ordering take-out, when someone knocked at the door.

It wasn't a normal knock. It sounded almost. . . desperate.

I opened the door, the sight being the last thing I thought I would ever see.

"It's you," Joe said as soon as I opened the door. "It's always been you."

"What?" I stuttered. "Joe, what are you doing here?"

"The other day you said you didn't want to make me choose but that's just it."

"What is?"

"You're what matters, Y/N."

"Joe," I sighed.

"I'm sorry," he kept talking. "I didn't mean to make you feel like you weren't important to me, because you are. You are, Y/N. Coming home to your smiling face was the best part of my day. I didn't notice it at first, because I knew you were home. But now that you're gone. . . All those nights you were in bed when I got home, I looked in on you."

"You what?" I asked, barely audible.

"Before I went to bed, I'd poke my head into your room," he confessed, a small blush building. "Sometimes, I'd just stand in the doorway and watch you sleep. It sounds creepy, I know, but it was oddly comforting. Seeing you always snapped me out of the Stranger Things haze. You brought me back to reality. And since you left. . . I can't get out of my head. I can't come back to reality without you. I need you, Y/N."

My heart jumped into my throat when his voice broke. "Y/N," he whispered. "I can't do this without you."

I jumped forward and closed the gap between us, wrapping my arms tightly around him. He let out a sigh of relief as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Please," he whispered as he tightened his arms around me. "Please come home. I need you."

"Joe," I stuttered as I broke the hug. "I can't."

"Y/N," he sighed, his voice breaking. "Why can't you come home?"

I looked down at our feet, knowing that this had to come out.

"Y/N," he said when I still didn't say anything. "Why can't you come back home with me?"

"Because it's too painful," I whispered, looking at our feet.

"Painful?" Joe repeated. "What's painful about living with me?"

As he asked his question, his voice slowed down. With each word, he caught on to why it was a little painful to live with him. Suddenly, he grabbed my face and pressed his lips to mine. We stumbled back until we hit the wall. Our lips moved in sync as Joe let go of my face and wrapped his arms around my waist.

We broke the kiss when neither one of us could breathe. I looked up at him, completely shocked.

"It doesn't have to be painful," he whispered. "It could actually be a lot of fun."

"But. . ."

"I love you, Y/N."

"You. . . You what?"

"I love you," he shrugged with a small chuckle. "I love you, Y/N. It's why I wanted you to move to LA with me. It's why I flew all the way here to bring you back. I love you."

"I love you too, Joe."

He smiled before pressing his lips to mine. I smiled against his lips as things heated up. We somehow stumbled into the family room, collapsing onto the couch. Joe instantly laid us down, hovering over me.

"Shit," I said, breaking the kiss when I heard a car door shut.

"Is that. . ."

"My parents," I sighed, getting a little embarrassed. "I guess they're home from dinner."

"You know if we were back in LA. . ." He let his sentence drop and the look on his face turned into a knowing smirk.

"Shut up," I giggled, pushing him off me. We sat on the couch and quickly turned on the tv, acting like we weren't doing something parents definitely shouldn't walk in on.

"Joe?" My mom giggled when she walked in. "Is that you?"

"Hi," Joe laughed as he stood up.

He instantly hugged my mom back. He shook my father's hand and got sucked into spending the night watching a movie with us. We were barely ten minutes into the movie when Joe reached over and grabbed my hand. I ignored my mom's knowing smile as I leaned my head on Joe's shoulder.

"I'm taking you home tomorrow," he whispered. "Then I'm taking you on a date."

[noritoshiikamo]

tsukishima kei x reader cw mean kei, light brat taming, spanking and slapping, tying up wrists, breeding kink, unprotected sex

a part of my 3k milestone event request belongs to my girlboss @sookyshima <3 hope it makes your lockdown better

- breeding brat

“i told you we’ll talk about this later.”

“don’t bother coming home!”

kei has been staring at his phone for hours, no calls, no text, nothing from his sweetheart.

the angry phone call he had earlier with you lingered in his mind as he caught the last train of the night. he wasn’t even sure what the argument was about anymore as he leaned against the pole of the train, eyes drooping from exhaustion. something along the line of how late he has been coming home from the museum, something about ignoring you.

maybe he has been a little bit harsh on you, you had been taking care of him, yourself, the little pet cat you adopted together right after you moved in together and the small apartment in check.

kei made a point running to the nearby convenience store that opens 24/7, lucked out in getting a couple last slices of strawberry shortcake you both love. along with a couple more stuff he knew would make it up to his crappy behaviour, kei continued his walk a couple more blocks until he reached the apartment complex.

the light was still on when he unlocked the front door, something common on friday night with you staying up late sprawled on the sofa catching up on your shows. “hey buddy,” he greeted your cat, waiting on the doorstep. the cat purred underneath his heavy hand scratching its head before kei called for you. you huffed, rolling your eyes as you sank further into the heap of comforter wrapping you, ignoring his tall frame by the tv.

“you still mad at me?”

“i’m sorry, you’re talking to me?” you sneered, eyes focused on the flashing tv.

kei didn’t give up, sighing as he hung his bag and coat, before sitting in the small space between the table and the sofa, right in front of you. with his height, it obstructed your view forcing you to look down on him. the bag rustled as he pulled the box of dessert out, a small smile hung on the corner of his lips, “i’m sorry.” he sounded sincere, and the box of shortcake was tempting but you shook your head, scooting away from him to the end of the sofa.

he had been doing this for weeks, a simple shortcake and his pretty dumb face might had work before but you had enough.

“you could’ve been more understanding of me, you know,” kei sounded hurt, settling the dessert on the table. you bit on your nails, busied your mouth from spitting whatever bubbling angrily in your chest, he stood up, feet pitter pattered on the wooden floor as he walked to the kitchen. he was tired, he was starving and he was just ready to drag you to bed to pin you down in his arms, spooning you till saturday morning comes.

but there was nothing in the kitchen, nothing in the pans, under one of the food covers or the oven, nothing for him to eat. his stomach made pain noises from lack of food; his last meal was from lunch where he only had the cold sandwiches from the vending machine because you didn’t pack him lunch.

“are we getting take outs? should i call that place that opens late?” kei asked, walking out of the kitchen looking for the phone.

“i’ve eaten,” you said flatly.

“oh,” kei nodded, placing the phone down, “is there anything left for me. should i heat it up for us? we can share.”

he was trying so hard, despite losing a sliver of patience with you pushing him away with your nonchalant answers. kei was even willing to share his portion despite the burning pain in his belly. rolling his sleeves and undoing a couple few buttons, it was a sight you couldn’t stop yourself from ogling on. you pulled the comforter away from your face, his heart softened at the sight of your upset face. he could see the little hue of colour underneath your eyes and bridge of nose from crying. but all the sympathy he had, it all went away when you opened your mouth.

“i told you i already ate. i didn’t know if you were coming home or not, so i didn’t cook for you,” you closed the tv, finishing the last sip of your wine before gathering the comforter to retreat to the spare room.

“what made you think i wasn’t coming home?” his hand slammed on the wall, blocking your path to the hallway. gritting your teeth, you glanced at the blonde, long gone was that soft wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, it was just pure annoyance etched on his face. “i’m sorry, i should’ve not projected my anger on you like this. i did make something for you in the fridge let me heat it up and let’s talk like an adult,” was what you should’ve said but instead you’re stubborn. kei dated you because of your independence and your stubborn attitude. it’s the reason why your relationship has been going steady from college until now. but your stubbornness is finally gonna bite you in the ass as you snapped on your boyfriend.

“i don’t know, kei. my schedule is pretty busy, it is getting hard to accommodate you in my life. maybe you aren't that busy, you would've sort it yourself.”

his golden eyes widened

you were seeing stars when your body fell rough on the sofa. you didn’t had time to adjust to what was happening as kei climbed on you. he was kissing you, and you could feel his anger in every swipe of his tongue. your hand pressing against his chest, trying to push him off, you were out of breath but he pressed down on you further. “k-kei,” you whined, managed to break free of his kiss as he found solace in the crook of your neck, sucking and biting on your skin until it broke and tasted blood in his mouth. “shut up,” he hissed, clamping harder on your neck.

the fact that you moaned, riled him up further.

“you know,” he grunted, yanking on the white shirt off his sticky body, “i work so hard for you, for us. i would love for once that you would’ve given me some respect.” your mouth hung loose at how easy he ripped a long strip of cloth out of the shirt, the remainder scattered on the floor. you didn’t fight when he gathered your wrists together, lacing the cloth around your wrist neatly. it was tight, the knot eating on your skin as you tried to yank it apart. “don’t,” he warned, still straddling your body down as his fingers slipped underneath the elastic band of your shorts until he found your clit; throbbing and slick underneath his palm.

“look at you, soaking wet after just a kiss.” your breath hitched as he wrapped his fingers around the column of your neck, you couldn’t help the sudden gush you felt as he tightened the grip, “or do you get off on getting me angry, little girl?” he hissed, looking down at you through the narrowed slits. you wished you weren’t so reactive, but kei knew you so well as he flicked your clit rougher. his name echoed the small space as he continued to grind his pad down your clit. you hate the restriction around your wrists, it burned the more you tug it apart and you want him to stop, you think, because it’s embarrassing how close you are to cumming.

“kei, s-slow down,” you croaked, tensing up.

“did i tell you to open your mouth?”

the hand around your neck left to give your cheek a light, stinging slap. it only made your hip buck against his palm. you know what he’s thinking, you know how pathetic you look right now and with another slap to your face was all it took to make you come undone. you felt like burying your face in the sofa, panting like a bitch on heat as kei continued to rub you through the orgasm until your body limped underneath him. “did you just cum?” he chuckled, slapping his long palm along your sopping mess, “you’re making a whole fucking mess on my hand.” you were a flushing mess, eyes shut tight unable to string out even an apology out as he hoisted you up on his laps.

“look at me,” his breath fanned your skin, gripping tightly on your face. you shook your head, lips jutting slightly into a small pout. you’re too embarrassed to even look at him, not after all the things you yelled at him and how easily you caved in to his touch. your ego’s bruised. “no?” he cooed, your head shaking left to right as you pressed your hands to his chest. “you seemed to have a lot to say to me earlier huh? why don’t you say that to my face?” his voice softer than before, but you’re not that stupid. you know all of his façade.

“n-no,” you wanted to be firm, but the shakiness of your voice could only make the blonde smile. he kissed you again, gentler this time, hands on the side of your face. “you sure?” his hands slowly crept underneath your shirt, tracing his cold fingertips along your warm skin. he loves the way your body tensed up underneath his touch, your eyes twitching but still refusing to open up. “fine, if you want to be this stubborn, go ahead,” his lips pressed against your cheek, tracing along your jaw to your ear, brushing against the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine, “keep your eyes close, but if you open it just a sliver, i’ll stop, i don’t care if you’re even so close to cumming,” he nipped the skin behind your ear softly, “i’ll stop. got it?”

“okay.”

“good girl,” he smirked against your skin.

he started slowly, undressing your lower half. it was satisfying to see the stringy mess pooling on your underwear, his favourite underwear. he knew just where to slip it, right between your puffy red lips. you could taste yourself through the material, something so lewd you didn’t think kei was into.

depraved of all your senses drove you insane, body shuddering from the littlest touch he gave you. his tongue didn’t stop worshipping your skin, lapping beads of sweat from your collarbone down to the valley of your breasts. frustration crinkled your eyes every time his tongue missed your nipples. your whines muffled through the cloth, jerking your chest forward against his tongue but kei held you down with his tight grip.

“don’t be greedy, you’ll get whatever i give to you,” his lips latched just inch from your aching bud, suckling on the skin until he tasted iron on his tongue. he repeated it more until your chest were fully marked by him but no attention given to what you really want.

fine, he won. you want to beg, you want to please, you want him to give more attention to you. you want to plead with your eyes, batting slowly until he gives you what you want, but kei is serious with his threat most of the time, you don’t want to piss him off. not after the whole tantrum you pulled. that’s why he was taking it slow, chipping your ego slowly until you’re exactly where he wants; babbling mess on his cock.

“you know the talk we had,” he asked, hands gently caressing your thighs, feeling the muscle tensing underneath his palm, spreading your legs further, “about where we see ourselves in 5 years years ago, how i told you i want to settle down with you, i want to see you swell with my child, it would just us perfect little family,” he knew what he was doing was sly, with you grinding against his cock, all he could think about breeding his little stubborn girlfriend.

“5 years from then is next year, i was thinking we could start early. s’many benefit, i could have flexible time, you don’t have to worry about me coming home late. i could be here taking care of you. i just can’t stop thinking about how big your breast would be, you think you’ll let me put a baby in you?” he cooed, you could see the pouty lips that came with his little request. he pulled out the soaked panties and you gasped, desperately gulping air with drools down the side of your face.

“come on, baby,” he kissed your dry lips, caressing your cheeks gently, hips grinding against your bare crotch, “all you have to do is say yes, and i’ll do all the works. you just have to make all those pretty noises for me while i feel you up okay?”

“yes, kei.”

“yes, what?” he smiled, fingers twirling on the end of your loose hair.

you opened your eyes, screw his stupid rules as it bored deep into his lustful eyes, you nodded again, “please put a baby in me.” his own breath hitched as you rested your palm on his bare chest, “i want to have your baby,” you repeat yourself firmly, no hesitation. with your comforter sprawled on the floor, it provided you a temporary comfort as he laid you down. he was quick to undress himself and you found your legs folded up to your chest as he towered over you, rubbing his cock slowly along your drenched slit.

with every stroke his tip caught deliciously on your puffy clit, eliciting more moans from you. he could only the whites of your eyes as his tip found your entrance, slowly slipping in and stretching your muscle to accommodate his length deep in you, clenching him deep. wet lips grazing your calf he grunted, pushing deep until he felt the resistance of your cervix against his tip. “f-fuck, how could you still be this tight,” he whined, ploughing deep in you. the sound of his thighs slamming against the back of yours echoed the room as he picked up his speed.

you were sucking him in, clenching on length only making him thrusts harder sending your back arching in pleasure. pushing your hands upward, he told you to stay still, bunching the shirt upward where your breasts could bounce freely. god you look pretty tied up like this, drools down your chin as you take his cock in well.

your fingers clawed on the sheet underneath, anchoring yourself as you couldn’t stop moaning. every little ah and pleas went straight to his cock and kei’s delirious. maybe it’s the hunger, maybe it’s you begging for baby in your belly, he couldn’t decide on the catalyst to his demise.

he just wants to fill you up.

he pulled your waist, pinning you down closer. blood rushing to your skin where his grip is too tight, you know they’ll be bruises. kei’s into that. he has no shame in marking what belongs to him. he loves visiting you in your office where he could see the bruises peeping from your collars or when you wear the sheer pantyhose in an attempt to hide his hickeys along your thighs. if you hide the one on your thighs, he’ll make sure to return you to the office with a new one on your neck, you couldn’t hide behind layers of clothes all the time.

there’s no reason with tsukishima kei when he said so.

which is why he enjoys your little tantrum. he enjoys putting you back in your place because your stubbornness is nothing to him. if you want to act like a brat, he’ll treat you like one. you can’t expect to be treated like a princess if you can’t even act like one. but today, you just caught him on his wrong side and for that you’ll be his perfect breeding brat.

“slowly, please, ah, kei!” you whined, feeling the new angle ripping you wider. your grip to the comforter was whitening, chest out of breath with every thrust knocking air out of your lung. his hand grabbed one of your breasts, finally rolling your neglected nubs between his rough fingers sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your veins. with another found itself home between your legs, rubbing on your sensitive clit, you couldn’t stand anymore.

“you wanna come again?” he cooed, planting a kiss on your inner thigh, chuckling as you nodded desperately, “nu’uh,” he slowed down, clicking his tongue to your horror, “where’s your manner?”

“please, kei, wanna cum, please,” you cried, jerking your hips upward to meet him halfway.

“beg like you mean it, y/n. you put more enthusiasm in screaming at me, i want to see the same energy,” he sneered, slapping lightly on your clit. your body jolted in pleasure, strangled moans came out of your throat, you weren’t sure what you were babbling about. but through your glassy, lidded eyes, you found his cold eyes matching his sneer that only made your face warmed up. you were a flushing mess, unsure from the humiliation or the sheer need to be fucked till tomorrow but you begged and begged.

“you sure said the prettiest thing when you’re desperate huh, baby.”

his thumb brushed against your trembling lips, you welcomed it on your tongue, sucking slowly eliciting a soft fuck from the blonde. he picked up his pace, with you mewling and sucking on his digit until you snapped, teeth clenching down on his fingers as your orgasm hit you. it broke the skin, beads of blood trickled through. “that feels good?” you nodded, head thrown back, riding through your orgasm as he continued to power through. with every thrust he could see his girth cover in white, glistening in your fluid. pussy still squelching and gushing echoing the small space.

“s’good, you’re such a good girl, i could fill you up for hours,” he pushed down further, face buried in the crooks of your neck as his hips snapped faster. the way he was just mewling and grunting deeply just went straight down your spine. his breath tickling, tongue tracing up until it slipped between your lips. his kiss was sloppy and needy, tongues massaging against another. you swallowed each other’s moans. you hooked your arms around his neck, whining down the aching in your arms.

“s’tired,” you pouted.

“so tired huh?” he chuckled, nuzzling his nose against yours, “i’m sorry, princess but i’m not done yet, nu’uh, no yet,” he rested his forehead against your sweaty head, eyes drooping in pleasure as he pushed deeper, “m’gonna fill you up, baby, so so close.” his fingers buried deep in your hair, gently tugging it as his thrusts became sloppier. your nails buried in the nape of his head, lips tracing along his sharp jaw.

“baby,” kei whined, brows knitted in pleasure as your lips latched right on his sweet spot underneath his jaw, “fu-fuck fuck, baby i want to cum in you. i want to fill you up so badly.”

it didn’t take long for the knot tensing in his belly to snap.

with your wall tensing up, tightening along his sensitive girth providing him a challenge to thrust forward, it was a couple more thrusts until he was shooting ropes after ropes of his thick warm seed deep in your cunt. he clutched desperately on you, heaving against your flushed ear, praises didn’t stop coming from his lips as he jerked slowly into you.

his nose brushed gently against your sweaty cheek, gently kissing you nudging you awake. kei didn’t dare to move out, leaving his dick buried deep inside you as he struggled to catch a breath. until he was sure he had emptied everything deep in your womb, he’s not budging.

“baby, hey,” he cooed, brushing hairs away from your face. your eyes fluttering opened, drowsy glinting in your eyes. you stayed there for awhile, until he was sure everything is nestled deep in you before pulling out.

kei took care of you, pressed close against his bare sweaty skin. he undid the makeshift knot around your wrist, apologizing heavily as he peppered your marked skin with his kisses. “no, i’m sorry. listen, kei, i should’ve been better and understanding,” you clenched your jaws worriedly, tracing patterns along his arms. he shook his head, pressing his lips on top of your head, wrapping his arms tightly around your body.

“you’ve done so much, i should’ve been better to you. i promise i’ll be better. i’ll make time for you,” kei brought your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently. a small smile dangled on the corner of his lips, a smile that sent shivers down your spine as he said the next sentences. you didn't miss the seriousness and excitement in his face, kei is serious with his words.

“especially if i’m going put a baby in you. you better not be sick of me being all over you.”

a promise he will keep, sealed with a kiss on your lips.

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Happy Anniversary

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

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Request: “Can you please do an imagine in which the reader is the husband of Adrian Chase and Adrian surprises him with a romantic bath on their wedding anniversary?”

Warnings: Nudity, Shared bath (No Smut)

A/N: I know the request was supposed to be Male!Reader, but I actually didn’t end up using any pronouns so this is more gender neutral. Hope you enjoy! ❤️🧜‍♂️❤️

You woke up to a cold bed, turning over to see your husband wasn’t in it.

“Adrian?” You called out. No answer. You roll over to check your phone, seeing a text.

Went to work early. See u l8er! 🧜‍♂️

A little sad, you dragged yourself out of bed. Waking up to an empty bed and an empty apartment on your wedding anniversary wasn’t exactly what you were expecting, but you reluctantly got ready for work and headed to headquarters. When you get there, still no Adrian.

“Where’s Adrian?” You ask the team.

“I don’t know. He’s not my husband.” Economos says.

“Just because we’re married doesn’t mean I know where he is 24/7.” You respond.

“Doesn’t he tell you like every time he takes a shit?” Chris asks.

“Pretty much, but I thought he would be here and he’s not so he’s probably at Fennel Fields.” You tell them. You sit down at your desk to fill out paperwork while the rest of the team gets ready to go out on a simple recon mission. You were just a tech person. After they leave and you’re no longer needed, you head off to meet your husband at work. You decide Italian for lunch sounds good. When you pull into the parking lot his familiar car isn’t there. Did he walk? You enter and ask the hostess, Maddie, if he was there.

“No, he took the day off.” She informed you. At this point you decided to call Adrian.

“Hello?” He answered the phone, seeming to be busy with something, distracted.

“Where are you?” You ask.

“Huh?” He responds.

“Adrian, where are you? I’ve been to both your jobs and you’re not there.” You question him, walking back to your car.

“I’m just- I’m busy. Don’t worry about it. I gotta go. Love you. ” He says hanging up the phone. That was short. What could he possibly be doing that required him to lie to you, brush you off, and forget to even wish you a Happy Anniversary? Did he forget the entire thing? It bugged you all day as you sat at your desk, waiting for the team to get back so you could go home. After the debriefing you made your way home, hoping to finally see your husband after such a long day. He must have heard your jiggling your keys because he immediately runs to the door and sticks his head out.

“You can’t come in.” Is the first thing he says to you.

“What? First you’re being like really weird all day, and not the good kind of weird, and now I can’t just sit in my own living room and watch some tv? It’s been a long day, Adrian. I just want to get changed.” You complain.

“Come on, (Y/N), just two more minutes?” He begged.

“Fine.” You sighed. He quickly closed the door again, coming back no more than two minutes later, just like he had promised. This time he opened the door wide and you could see what he was trying to hide from you, a trail of rose petals leading down your hallway.

“Happy Anniversary.” He smiles. Tears begin to form in your eyes.

“Is this what you were doing all day? I thought you forgot.” You smile back at him.

“No! How could I forget the most important day of my life?” He questioned. You take everything in, speechless.

“You like it, right?” He asks, trying to gauge your reaction.

“Adrian, this is beautiful.” You stare at the apartment all decorated for your special day.

“Pshhh it’s nothing. I saw it in a movie and thought it looked cool.” He confesses.

“Come on.” He smiles at you, taking your hand, leading you down the trail of petals to the bathroom. When you get there a bath has been drawn. It has colored water. You assume he probably used a bath bomb. It smells amazing and there’s just enough bubbles, but not too many.

“Join me?” He asks, taking off his shirt. You nod, excitedly. You both continue to strip down until your naked. Adrian slips into the bath first, leaning against the wall of the tub. He reaches his hand out for you to take as you climb in. You sit down in the warm water and lean your back against his chest, settling your head in the crook of his neck. He wraps his arms around your torso. You sigh and melt into him.

“This is so nice. Thank you. Happy Anniversary.” You smile. He kisses you on the forehead.

“Happy Anniversary.” He repeats back. You lean forward. Your bodies only separate long enough for you to dunk your hair into the tub. You lift your head up again, as Adrian squeezes some shampoo into his hands. He begins to lather the soap through your hair. His warm fingers rake against your scalp and for a moment your mind goes blank of everything in the world except for him. After he washes your hair, you wash his. You clean each other before relaxing in your original position for a bit longer, all while Adrian rambles about seemingly random things. He would often go off on tangents, but you didn’t care. You just loved to hear the sound of his voice. You don’t get out until your fingertips start to prune and the water grows cold.

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In Big Trouble.

Summary: Bucky never texts back until he has a reason to 👀

Warning/content: (18+) no real smut but it's little steamy

Paring: Bucky Barnes x female reader

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Is everything okay?

Anxious eyes read over the words over and over again, hoping this will be the time Bucky Barnes will finally learn how to use a damn phone. He's been gone for over a week, you try not to call or worry too much but it's not like he makes it easy.

It's been five days since you last heard from him, called from Sam's phone claiming he'll never be able to use his own. Of course, he grew up in a era where cell phones weren't a think but you mostly think it's because he's stubborn, refusing to use any kind of technology because he's an old man at heart.

Feet nervously shuffling on the floor under your desk, chewing on the fat of your lip nervously. It's hard to sit back and act like it's okay not to hear from him, like he's not the only thing running through your mind 24/7 because he is. It's a learning curve really, not a single person in the world has ever prepared you for having a super solider boyfriend and the endless worrying that comes along with it.

Sighing loudly you throw the phone back into the drawer of the desk before getting back to work. He'll be fine. He always is.

***

It's hours later and once again you're staring at the stupid screen but now in the confines of your own home, on your own time but it doesn't shake the worry, it's worse.

Buck are you there? Answer me back old man.

Five days is a long time.. what if he's hurt or something went wrong and he's trapped knees deep in snow in Antarctica or some kind of freak accident happened that Bucky and Sam are trapped on a deserted island?

But then again, how would he be able to text you? No, No, everything is fine, Bucky is fine just technologically challenged. Waiting a few more minutes before throwing the phone onto the the coffee table with a loud grunt.

***

Now it's been eight whole days, still not a single word from Bucky or Sam. Not even a little thumbs up emoji and quite honestly it's worrying.

Bucky on the other hand is well aware of all the messages, reads every single one but scowls trying to press the small letters to form something even close to English but ends up getting aggravated and gives up.

Everything is fine, except for every waking minute he's either on a stake out which means he can't even take ten minutes to call you or out of reach from any kind of service. It's his last day here, the mission is finally over but the debriefings will hold him for just a few more hours.

He looks around the room of people, all politely listening to Sam as he clears up the mission, any loose ends sealed tight but Bucky can't care enough to pay attention. Except this time the phone chimes in the side pocket of his tac pants and it's not like he's doing anything anyways, why not peak?

He looks up, just to make sure no one is looking before angling it towards his face, but just enough it's hidden under the table and presses the notification, it's surrounded by hearts and 'my doll' is in big letters.

He starts to get annoyed, nimble fingers hovering over the screen as it freezes momentarily but the words aren't hard to miss on the screen.

'Miss you, big guy 💘'

It's sweet, the small pink heart after it fills a warmth over his cheeks, flushes his nose just enough that if any one cared to look over they would totally catch the Winter Soldier pinched pink. It makes him smile, a feeling all so new to the solider, never in his life having someone waiting for him, worrying and missing him.

But what happens next causes him to audibly choke, spit caught in the back of his throat as a deep, red flush claims his face which only makes it worse as he looks up to notice everyone is staring at him.

There you are, in front of the floor mirror. It's a simple pose, sitting on your legs, arm over your head while your hand ruffles your hair, back arched so high he can almost feel the similarly of it on his hands, fingers twitching to feel it again.

He notes the way your bottom lip is pulled between teeth, red and puffy, begging for his own. Eyes roam over the long muscles of your neck, small brusies from his departure still stain the skin purple, they trail down your collar bones and stop right between the valley of your breast.

His mouth waters to taste the salty tang of your skin again, bare breast high in the air, pedals pink and puffy, knowing for a fact they have been played with moments before. He can't look away, just follows the path set out from your torso to the skin of your thighs that are strategically placed to hide where you want him most.

He's so, so hot, the temperature of the room at least increased by 20 degrees in the last minute as he awkwardly coughs. "Sorry, Just need so water."

He takes a fake sip, making sure all eyes are somewhere else before looking back down pulling his collar away from his neck. Desire fills his chest and pumps throughout his whole body with a dull ache in his lower abdomen.

Fingers press more harshly then they should, he's so close, has the whole sentence typed out. 'Someone's being a bad girl' before he hovers over the send button but it's too late, there's already another picture.

This time you're laying down, phone raised in the air, thighs spread revealing everything to him. A hand rest dangerously low below your stomach and he stands so quickly the stupid chair spins behind him, he's already almost out the door before a word could be said.

It's not even ten seconds later when the contact picture pops up, letting it ring a few times and answering it with a knowing smirk. "Hi baby."

"Don't hi baby me, what was that?"

Bitting your lip with a smirk and looking around the room innocently despite a soul not being around. "What was what?"

"The pictures, you know exactly what I'm talking about doll." He sounds angry but you know him far too well to know exactly what he's feeling. Voice grovels just enough to being back the memory of the soft words that would be mumbled into your skin as he takes you and it's heaven to your ears.

"Oh those? Just missed you big guy."

It's funny how two basic words have him weak in the knees, desire burning in the pit of his stomach as you continue. "Just trying to get your attention."

"Is that what this is sweetheart? Are you feeling a lonely?" It's pure sugary, velvety smooth how he patronizes you but you want more. The desire to have him buried between your legs is too strong to fight even if you tried.

"Yes, feeling a little neglected here, Buck.." Sultry smooth, each word makes him want to palm his aching hard on as he struts down the stairs, midful of every turn and staircase he takes to avoid any awkward altercations.

"I'm sorry baby, I'll be home three hours tops. Give you all you need. Be a good girl and wait for me." It's easier said then done, a small groan is music to his ears.

"I mean it, wait for me. Don't be a brat." Taking his warning rather low as he hears shuffling on the other side of the line.

"Want another picture, to hold you over?"

His mouth snaps open, but he can't seem to get the words out. It's hard rejecting such an offer, jaw clenching in annoyance, not directed towards you but the aching, heavy feeling between his thighs. "No."

"Are you sure?"

"Don't you dar-." Before the words could even leave his mouth the phone chimed against his ear, brows narrowing in frustration. "You're in so much trouble."

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Princess - J. Yunho (OneShot)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Fem! Reader

Word Counts: 2.5k!

Warnings: Lots of cussing,cut offs, and rushing;)

a/n: I do not own any of these photos, credit goes to the owners. —— I apologize for rushing this one shot however, I tried to make the pace of the story go a little faster. I also want to apologize for making any punctuation or grammar error. Enjoy!

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You and Yunho have been dating for 5 years now so of course, it’s a serious relationship.

However, these past few weeks, he has been ‘busy’. Like busy busy..

Messages:

*I'm sorry y/n, I’m gonna be late. Don’t wait for me.* - Yunho

*I’ll make it up this Saturday for you babe.* - Yunho

*Omg I’m so sorry, I forgot that I have a schedule to do a photoshoot with this model. Let’s go next week yeah?*- Yunho

And on that next week he says,

*I’m sorry y/n, I can’t make it. I’m very sorry, please go back home safely.* - Yunho

You love Yunho and you understand his Idol life. He’s a celebrity,idol, super popular, fans chasing him and Ateez, pack schedules and preparing comebacks.

But now you’re starting to doubt that, is he really committed to this relationship now? You never want to interfere with his work life because you love and support his career.

But today, you were done with his shit. The same old excuses that he makes every week, it was just too much to handle.

You and Yunho were supposed to go on a date at this cafe. He told you to wait there for him since he will be coming late again. You started to bite your lower lips, eyes wandering around, and letting out big sighs waiting for 30 minutes that turned into hours.

You were worried that something bad might’ve happened and immediately you turned on your phone to check the message that was sent just 5 minutes ago.

*I’m gonna be released at 12 am or later due to my delayed schedule. The members and I need to go film this video today.* - Yunho

Again, your feelings were filled with disappointment. Each time he texts you that he’ll be coming late, your trust for him slowly fades away. Nevertheless, you were still sitting inside the cafe waiting for your drink that you had just ordered after knowing that your boyfriend Yunho won’t be coming.

“I can’t just let these workers' effort go to waste. I shall at least enjoy it before I go.” You talk to yourself looking out at the window.

Suddenly, thunder struck a tree and rain drops were coming down like they were full of tears. You thought to yourself, “How stupid of me to forget to bring an umbrella?” You let out another sigh as your fingers ran through your head to the end of your hair strands.

“Y/n? Is that you?” Yunjae’s voice echoed through your ears and finally you snapped out of daydreaming. “Why are you here alone, without Yunho?” Yunjae is your childhood best friend and he knows everything about you.

“Well apparently these days Yunho’s been saying that he’s ‘busy’ with his work.” You put out your two fingers by making a quote to sound sarcastic.

“Well why don’t you hang out with me then?” You know damn well that Yunjae is a flirty ass man but whenever you feel sad, lonely, or mad he will always be there for you.

“You know, since Yunho is so busy, let's go to this upcoming party?” He suggested.

“Ah no thanks, I'm fine. I can’t even go if I want to.” You let out a fake laugh when he can literally tell that you are lying.

“Just let me know when you decided to go. I’m always available 24/7 for you.” He smirked looking at you when you heard the doorbell open so you turn your head to see a couple coming inside.

You were shocked to see him with the same girl. Yunho and Jieun have been working on this music together these past few months. Sometimes when you are in the studio both of them act like you are not even there. It felt like they were more of a couple than you guys.

“You called this busy?” You whisper under your breath, blood boiling inside your head, but you were just sitting there observing them slowly. But you can hear Yunho’s laugh getting louder and louder each time when she comes up closer to whisper something into his ear.

You know that, that’s his most sensitive spot out of all body parts.

“He sure is busy. Accompanied by a girl, why are you just sitting here? Are you not even gonna do anything about it?” Yunjae asked as you rolled your eyes and turned to look away.

The fact that Yunho doesn’t even know that you are here in the same ass cafe with them, he dares to test you with your patients.

“Fuck this shit!” You stood the fuck up and made your way towards them. “I thought you said you were busy filming? Is this part of the scene?” Yunho’s eyebrow raised up as the girl next to him glared at you because you interrupted their ‘precious’ conversation.

“Y-y/n-ah?” Yunho was looking real suspicious, hesitating while saying your name like that, and the way his tone changed from being happy to being caught in 4K real quick.

“We do not look like what it seems to be in your assumption. We were just working with music and got tired so I offered to buy a drink for her-“So you made your so called busy time to have a drink with her but decided to cancel our only weekend time when you spend only 30 minutes with me and immediately you have to go to work already? I guess this won’t work out anymore right?” Yunho was about to say something when you cut him off again, “That’s completely fine then, I guess I will have to be the bigger person and stop getting in your way.”

“Y/n, wait! Let me explain, will you?!?” Yunho started to walk after you but you can hear Jieun trying to stop him from walking and told him not to follow after you.

You were purposely walking slowly just to wait for him and grab your wrist, at least drag you out and try to make you listen to him. A hope was still dying to make you believe that Yunho is not cheating.

“Sorry Jieun, Y/n, let’s go.” Yunho took your wrist and grabbed you inside his car. “Let me go!“ You tried to open the door as Yunho came closer and pinned both of your hands up. He stares intensely at you, a glare that you have never ever seen. You were caught off guard as he went in and gave you a kiss.

“You’re jealous?” His voice being gentle and soft around you was the only way for you to calm down. “I’m not even jealous…I’m disappointed in you. You chose her over our only time together. I don’t want to see you anymore.” You slowly look down to avoid his eyes but he raises your chin up with both of his hands cupping your face.

“Princess, you do know that you’re the only one for me. Right?” Yunho started to come closer when you quickly placed both of your hands on his chest to push him slightly away. “S-stop, I’m not in the mood for it. You make me feel like I’m the bad guy for ruining your precious days with her.”

“Who says that huh? You are just thinking too much. Nothing is happening between Jieun and I. I’m only into you princess.” He leaned in closer and gave you another kiss.

“Ugh! Fine….But another excuse then I’m done. Like really.” Yunho tilted his head and kept coming in to give another kiss. You can feel him smiling, “Alright princess anything for you.”

But did you really think that that was gonna be the end of it. Of course not!

Some weeks later.

You went to the store and bought this cute giant puppy plushie for him since it kinda looks like him so you wanted to surprise him by coming inside his studio without notifying him.

“Yunho I got you this-how could you!” Yunho’s body was on top of Jieun and so her hand was on his chest. In a second she was trying to pull his neck down so they can kiss however, Yunho stood up and looked at you with full of guilt on his face. You couldn’t believe what the fuck you just saw. How could Yunho lie to you like that? He was literally cheating on you this whole time!

You left for good. Went home and packed your bags and went to stay at Yunjae’s house.

“How could you do that?!” Yunho glared at Jieun as she was giving him looks. “But Oppa, it’s not my fault that I’m starting to fall in love with you. Just because Y/n’s birthday is coming you don’t even need all of this for her. Why spend on that low-life class like her when you can spend it on a high level girl like me?”

“Don’t you dare say that again and don’t ever talk low about my y/n like that. A high level girl but that with that heart and lips of yours..are not even low because a low person can do much better than you. You’re just jealous of her. I don’t want to see your face ever again.” Yunho quickly left and went to go find you.

However, you were already at Yunjae’s place. You don’t even have the strength to unpack your bags on the floor. You were just laying on the guest bed, crying like a fool for him.

“Uhm..y-y/n Yunho’s here.” Yunjae slightly knocked on the door and when you heard that, a big sigh just came out from you. “Tell him that I’m not here. Lie to him that I’m probably at Seonghwa’s place.” You wish you went to Seonghwa but if you go over there what can they do? Of course, let him in and Seonghwa will just make you face him. It’s not like they won’t understand but being with Yunjae, it would be better.

You’re not ready yet. Right now everything is coming at you. You felt like a fool for believing him.

“Okay,” Yunjae went to the door and finally replied back. “She’s not here and so why is that? Did you guys fight?” Trying not to expose that you were here, he made a pretty much unsuspicious move there. “I know she is in there, let me talk to her.”

“She’s not! I’m having fun with my girl. Go away! She’s probably at Seonghwa!” Yunho was taken back when he heard that Yunjae was doing those things with a girl inside. “I-I’m sorry…” and so he left.

Days later

“Come out and eat. I made dinner.“ Yunjae knocks on the door but all you can think about is Yunho. “Come on, it’s been days and you haven’t been eating. You’re making me worry as each day goes by..mostly Yunho. I think you should let him explain, he seems like he’s going through a hell.” Yunjae said as you immediately open the door when you heard that Yunho wasn’t feeling well.

“Where is he?” You asked. “I don’t know..probably laying down at his house rethinking about his life decisions because he didn’t even have the chance to explain to you”

“N-no that can’t be…”

“Y/n, I wish to tell you the truth but you should go back. I’m sure you’ll understand.”

“Yunjae-ah…you’re the only friend I can go to and right now you’re gonna make me face someone I hate the most.”

“Hate is such a strong word, I’m sure you miss him as much as he does too. Go to this place at 4:30, Yunho’s waiting there for you.”

Hours later.

“I’m not going. No matter what, I'm not even thinking about showing up at that place. How dare he lie to me and want to see me?” You put your arms together folded in front of your chest and frown while Yunjae came in. “Just give him a chan-“No!”

*2 minutes later*

“Yunho’s been waiting-“NO!”

*2 minutes 5 seconds later*

“Hurry I feel bad-“For fuck sake Yunjae! I said no! I won’t go!”

*1 hour later*

“Just go y/n, I know you still love him and so he does too. You know what! You’re becoming so stubborn that I just have to drag you there. That's the only way it will work out, get her Jongho and Yeosang!” You immediately turn to look at them but they were so fast that you were already blind folded by them.

“Ugh! Stop moving around.” Yeosang complained as you wouldn’t stop moving inside the car sitting in between them. “No, I can’t stop. You guys are kidnapping me to some places where I don’t even want to be at.”

“We’re here. Open the blind folded when you guys reach there and let’s go.” Yunjae said stopping the car when you heard Jongho opening the door. “What you mean about going somewhere after dropping me off? Let me free!” You tried to resist but they were just too strong.

“Ugh! Guys please stop this, I don't want to see his face-“Y/n..” Yunho’s voice called out to you as your body froze in that place. “L-let me free. I need to go.”

But suddenly a guitar was being played. Someone was strumming a guitar. “I know I haven’t been true to you these past few days, but I have something to say~” Yunho is singing?

Jongho and Yeosang finally unfolded the cloth and let you see him. “You’re my woman, you’re the only one I wanna be with forever~”

“What’s the meaning of all of this?” You questioned him as he stopped singing. “I have been planning this for a long time. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you this, that’s why I’ve been really busy. I shouldn’t have let this happen but it already did. I really have no feelings towards Jieun, she was a bad person.I only want to see you smile and laugh. Forgive me hmmh..?” Yunho started to walk towards you but you just froze there, still shocked.

“I promise you, you don’t need to worry about this anymore. Jieun, she will never get in our way again. It was my fault for making this happen.” You hit his chest and tears suddenly streams down on your face. “Why?? I don’t need anything big but you….Yes, it’s your fault.” You finally look up to meet up with his eyes. Reuniting together was one of the best feelings ever.

“I know, it’s my fault not yours. I’m never going to be busy for you again, my princess. You know my love for you will never stop.” You started to cringe but chuckled at him. “I hate you but I love you so much…let’s hear the masterpiece that you made for me.” Yunho hugged you and quickly placed his lips onto yours for a peck and went on to sing for you.

“But before I start this is all from me-from the bottom of my heart baby,” he winked at you as you chuckled and pulled your hair behind your right ears smiling back at him.

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Between The Bloodshed | Chapter 24

Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

The boys have decided to grant you your space, but they can only wait so long.

Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.

Chapter warning(s): Mentions of drug dealing, angry Jungkook curses (and calls someone a wh*re)

Jin walked around his casino, inspecting the area. Some players cast him glances, seeing the handsome suited male walked around with two guards and the casino manager in tow. Jin was extremely meticulous when it came to his places of business. 

“Clear this row. The machines look horrible. Order new ones.” Jin ordered. The manager nodded, opening his file to take note. 

“How’s the bar business?” Jin asked. 

“It is going very well, sir. Along with the new menu for the restaurant that you put in. We have patrons ordering finger foods.” The manager reported. Jin nodded his head in approval. 

“Sir, there have been some new business prepositions for you. From different suppliers.” 

“Prepare them in my private booth at the restaurant. I’ll go through them as a eat. Ask the bar to fix my drink too.” Jin gave a backwards wave as he headed to his office first. He stopped the guards just before the first coded door. After he punched the code in, he pushed open the glass door and headed in. There was another coded door to get through before he opened the double doors that led to his office. 

RINGGGGG

“Hmm?” He pressed the speaker button. 

“Hyung! S-She... (y/n)... She...”

“Jungkook, calm down and tell me what’s going on. This is about (y/n)? What’s wrong? I thought Taehyung was visiting her today.” Jin frowned, wondering what the maknae was freaking out about. 

“SHE’S GONE!”

“Gone? As in, kidnapped again?” Jin went closer to his phone. 

“No. Taehyung hyung came back from the hospital, he was a mess. Then he said something about the room being empty, her leaving her bracelet behind. He checked with the nurses, who said she woke up this morning and checked out right away.” 

“I see...” Jin didn’t really know what to say. 

“She left us!” 

“Jungkook, calm down. Get a grip. I’m coming home now.” Jin said and hung up, He sighed, gathering his things and heading out. 

“I’m going home. Put a hold on everything first.” Jin told the manager, not explaining much as he called for his driver. The car pulled up and Jin got in. he texted the other older ones on the way home. 

“Yoongi, Hoseok.” Jin exited his car just as the two came out. Yoongi chewed on his nail, he had been rather distressed since Hoseok dropped him off at his coastal hotel the other day. But he wouldn’t tell the others what had happened. 

“Namjoon’s inside with the younger ones.” Hoseok informed. They entered the side wing this time. The other 4 members were seated there. 

“Why did she leave...?” Jimin sighed. 

“She won’t return to work so quickly, considering she just woke up from her coma. Plus, she still has things to collect here. She wouldn’t abandon Kookie too.” Namjoon said. 

“Should we find her?” Taehyung jumped up. 

“No. She obviously wants to be alone now. It’s traumatic, even for someone like her. What we are used to, not everyone is. Us going to her house now isn’t going to change anything. She needs space and we have to grant her that.” Yoongi spoke. Everyone knew what the older said was right. They knew where your apartment was, yet they knew they shouldn’t go. 

“Then we just wait for her to come back and speak to us? What if she never wants to see us again?” Jungkook panicked. 

“Even if she does, she still has a contract to honour with our family. She’ll have to come see Namjoon, at least, to nullify it. I know for a fact, that she’ll stick to that.” Jin said. 

“I thought I could finally hold her.” 

“That’s all we wanted as well. But sometimes, things just don’t go our way.” Namjoon tried his best to comfort the maknaes. 

“I have some important business to attend to. I’ll be back tonight.” Hoseok said and left immediately. Yoongi stood up as well, heading to his office here, slamming the door shut. He needed to see you, there were so many things he needed to ask you. 

“Please, take a seat.” Yoongi gulped as he closed the office doors behind him. The visitor nodded, taking a seat on one of the couches. Yoongi wiped his sweaty palms on the thighs before sitting opposite him. 

“What can I do for you... hyung?” He asked. 

“I know everything, Yoongi.”

“W-What do you mean?” Yoongi’s eyes widened. 

“Your friend, the lady doctor, she came to see me the other day. She offered to be my doctor and surgeon.” Geumjae explained. Yoongi was speechless, not really knowing how to react. 

“Of course, I said no. And she respected that, surprisingly. Everyone else was pushing me to get the surgery since it gives me another ‘chance at life’ but I didn’t want to go through all of that. Then, she told me something.”

“What did she say...?” Yoongi asked cautiously. 

“She told me just how much of our father’s burden you’re carrying, even after his death. How much you’re living with the guilt of everything that he caused and how you have taken all the blame on yourself. She made me realise how even though the past hurts, living my life, hating someone who’s not even at fault, isn’t worth it.” He sighed. 

“Oh...” Was all Yoongi could say. 

“Yoongi, as much as I hated our father, I knew it was wrong of me to blame you. You’re not him. I just... what he did to my mum, I needed someone to blame. Even after his death.” Geumjae sighed. 

“It’s okay. I knew whatever dad did... I can never undo it.” Yoongi looked away. 

“But that’s the thing, my omma and I shouldn’t have expected you to undo it. You never needed to and yet, we made you feel like it was your duty to.” Geumjae said. 

“Before her death, she stopped blaming you and your mum, knowing that it was never any of your faults to begin with. There was no point blaming a child and mother who was kept in the dark just as much as we were.” He continued. Yoongi nodded his head.

“We were all just disposable in dad’s eyes. He never cared about us at all.” Yoongi spoke, it was the truth. 

“You’re all I have left, Yoongi.” Geumjae looked at Yoongi.

“You too, hyung. All I ever wanted was just to have you as an older brother, I hated it when dad spoke about you like you were nothing, when he blamed you when he caught us playing together.” Yoongi’s voice grew soft. 

“When I knew you were ill, I tried to get (y/n) to do the surgery. I didn’t care if you hated me. I just wanted you alive.” Yoongi revealed. 

“Yoongi...” 

“That’s why I went to see you. That’s why I told you, if you want me to never find you again, you have to go for the surgery. Because I knew that would be the only way to make you do it.” He wiped a tear. 

“There’s a lot of missed time to make up for. I’ll do the surgery.” Geumjae reached over to hold Yoongi’s hand. 

“Y-You will?” Yoongi’s eyes widened. 

“Only if Dr (y/n) does it.” Geumjae stated. Yoongi nodded his head. The two brothers stood up, hugging each other. 

“Will you ever forgive me, Yoongi?” Geumjae asked.

“I have never once blamed you to begin with, hyung.” Yoongi replied, his words muffled by his brother’s shoulder slightly. That’s why Yoongi needed to find you first and didn’t even mention any of this to the other boys. He wanted you to be the first person to know how he made up with his brother and how it was all thanks to you. 

Yoongi bit his thumbnail as he looked out the window. He swirled the ice cube around the whiskey glass before taking a sip. His shoulder ached, he knew he was over working it too quickly. 

“Hyung?” He turned around to see Jimin there. 

“Jin hyung said to give this to you.” He handed the older a small ziploc bag with some pills inside. It was probably painkillers for his shoulder. Even now, Jin was still the only one that had the key access to your medicine cabinet. 

“Thanks.” He popped the pills into his mouth, gulping it down with his whiskey. If you were there, you would have scolded him. 

“How’s Tae?” Yoongi asked after a short silence. 

“He’s doing better. It was just the initial shock... You know like what happened with his noona. But he calmed down, Namjoon hyung took him to DNA to do some housekeeping.” Jimin informed. Yoongi nodded. 

“Good.” The older sighed. Jimin left the office, going back to his dojo to train, just to get his own anxieties out of his system. Namjoon drove this time, casting glances to Taehyung every now and then. Taehyung just stared out the window, a distant look in his eyes. 

“You know, the last time I bought flowers for someone... I found my dad beating my noona to death.” Taehyung suddenly spoke. 

“Taehyung-”

“Today, I bought flowers for the girl I love, only to find that she doesn’t even want to see me anymore. Just took off and left.” Taehyung sighed. Namjoon didn’t reply, just letting Taehyung be. 

“Are you sure you can work, Taehyung?” Namjoon asked. 

“Of course. Sorry.” Taehyung cleared his throat. Namjoon didn’t mean that rudely, he just wanted to snap Taehyung out of it. 

“We’re here.” Namjoon stopped the car and parked. The doors were opened for them by the guards of DNA. They bowed as the two entered. Namjoon and Taehyung went upstairs to where the 7′s shared office was. They sat inside, going through all the paperwork they have missed. With Taehyung around, Namjoon didn’t have to do it all alone. 

“I thought we were housekeeping. I brought my favourite bat for nothing.” Taehyung rolled his eyes. Namjoon chuckled at the disappointment evident in the younger’s voice. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your action. Our men told me that there has been quite a drug problem here.” Namjoon informed. 

“Not by our dealers?” Taehyung grew surprised. Unauthorised dealing of drugs in Bangtan territory wasn’t common since Bangtan has its own dealers. The boys were always controlling what drug gets dealt with and how much of it. 

“Do they know the culprit?” Taehyung asked. 

“We’ll catch him ourselves. Tonight.” Namjoon smirked. Taehyung grew excited, it had been a while since they’ve caught someone themselves. 

When night fell, Namjoon and Taehyung left their office. Taehyung slung his bat over his shoulder, the splintered wood a contrast from his stark, dark green suit. The two stood on the VIP balcony, sipping their drinks quietly as they observed the club being filled. 

“I think we’ve found our dealer.” Namjoon said, swirling his drink in his crystal glass. Taehyung followed his leader’s line of sight, a smile slowly growing on his face as they emptied their glasses and walked out of the booth. 

Jungkook had left after the older ones spoke of the plan to not seek you out, he returned to his fighting ring since there was a high staked, big fight tonight. 

“Mr Jeon.” The workers bowed. Jungkook ignored them, straightening his jacket.

“Get me a drink.” He said as he walked up to his regular, protected booth. Entering, he removed his jacket and sat on the plush couch. He leaned back comfortably, crossing his legs. 

“Sir.” His attendant bowed deeply, placing Jungkook’s usual drink order over a napkin on his side table. Jungkook shooed him away and he scurried away. 

“Hmm...” Jungkook looked at the iPad, scanning through the fighters that would be sparring today. He clicked on a specific fighter’s profile and immediately bet 10 million won. All he had to do now was sit back, relax and watch his pet win. Jungkook wasn’t an impulsive gambler but he was a confident one, ‘don’t put all your eggs into one basket’ didn’t apply to him. 

“Jungkookie.” A female’s voice entered the VIP area where he was sitting. Jungkook ignored her, eyes trained on the people coming in and placing their bets for the fight. 

“I haven’t seen you in a while.” She had the audacity to sit down beside him. Jungkook took a sip of his drink. 

“Who let you in?” He asked, not even looking at her. 

“I told them I’m with you and they let me in.” She giggled. Wordlessly, Jungkook stood up and headed to the door. Grabbing the guard by the back of his collar, Jungkook dragged him in, throwing him to the ground. 

“So you just let anyone in now?” Jungkook hovered over him. 

“N-No, sir! I’m sorry! She told me she was with you and I know that a girl is usually with you-”

“Don’t you dare compare her to that wh*re over there.” Jungkook cut him off with a menacing hiss. The guard shut his mouth, pursing his lips. 

“You’re fired. Get out of my sight and take the wh*re with you, since you like to listen to her so much.” Jungkook growled. His patience was already running thin from the events earlier today and he wasn’t about to let someone else test it again at his own place of business. 

“Jungkook, don’t you think-” Jungkook, gaze still trained on the guard in front of him, took his gun out and pointed it at her. She screamed and ducked behind the couch. 

“Get out!” Jungkook roared and the two ran out as quickly as they could. 

“Unless you see a member of Bangtan, no one is to be let into MY booth. You understand me?!” Jungkook shouted at the other guard, who jumped in fear, saluting and nodding his head. Jungkook slammed the door. 

“F*ckers trying to test me.” Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair and dropped back down onto the couch. 

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Jungkook looked through the glass to see his fighter standing there with his manager and the ringmaster. Giving a nod of approval, he waved for them to enter. The fighter and his manager walked behind the ringmaster. Seeing him bow to Jungkook, the two bowed respectfully. Jungkook stood up, going to the fighter. He scanned his figure. 

“Mr Jeon.” The fighter bowed. Jungkook smiled. 

“You have a lot of potential. I’ve got my money on you tonight.” Jungkook faked kindness. The manager’s eyes widened. 

“Thank you so much for your kindness, Mr Jeon! We- I mean, he won’t let you down!” They bowed again. Jungkook hummed with a nod, patting the fighter’s shoulder encouragingly. 

“That’s good to hear. I’ve seen you train so I know you won’t let me down.” Jungkook chuckled, sitting back down.

“Have a great fight. I’ll be watching.” Jungkook waved. The fighter looked out the viewing glass that faced the ring. He visibly gulped and nodded his head. 

“Thank you again, Mr Jeon.” The manager bowed and guided his fighter out. The ringmaster stayed behind. 

“After the fight, we’ll keep the kid. However, not a big fan of the manager...” Jungkook smirked. That’s all Jungkook needed to say for the ringmaster to understand what he meant. The ringmaster nodded and bowed deeply before exiting the room. 

--

You sighed, stretching your fingers. 

“Great work, everyone.” You nodded to everyone in the surgical suite. The nurses and other attending doctors bowed to you. You walked out the double doors, pulling your soiled scrubs off and tossing them into the bin. 

“Good job. As always.” Your mother was there, waiting for you at the exit. 

“Thanks.” You mumbled. You can only imagine how happy your mother was when you told her that you would be working here temporarily. There were some skills that you needed brushing up on and honestly, you wanted to avoid 7 people for a while. 

“I’m gonna take a break.” You walked away from your mother, heading to the stairwell. You entered the rooftop of the hospital. 

“You’re such a coward. You know that?” You shook your head at yourself. Sitting on the only bench there, you tucked your hands into the pocket of your coat.

A few days ago, you had sent a message to Namjoon, asking for time off and that you will contact him shortly regarding you contract with the family. You didn’t even wait for his reply before blocking him. 

“You look like you need a hot chocolate.” A new voice appeared. You stiffened slightly, turning around. 

“Found ya.” He smirked. 

“I wasn’t exactly hiding. Besides, I knew one of you were bound to come and seek me out. Although, I can’t say I expected you to be the first one.” You chuckled. He held out a cup of hot chocolate and you received it. You opened the lid, watching the steam escape for a few seconds before taking a sip. The sweet beverage comforted you. 

“You’ve cut your hair.” He pointed out. You nodded, reaching up to touch your now slightly short hair that ended just above your shoulders. You wanted a change and this was the best you could do. 

“How are you doing?” He asked, sitting on the bench beside you. 

“Surviving.” You shrugged. 

“Really?” He wasn’t convinced by your vague answer. 

“I shot someone, I killed him. I’ll forever live with the guilt of his blood on my hands but do I regret it? No. It needed to happen.” You sighed. 

“We know there was a boy that helped you escape. We found his body in the room and gave him a burial, it’s only right.” He took a slip of paper out of his wallet, handing it to you. 

“He’s there.” He informed. You looked at the address and number on the paper, nodding with a hum before putting it in your pocket. 

“Are you done with work for the day?” He asked. 

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m leaving with you. I asked for an indefinite time of leave. That means I want to be away from all of you.” You snorted. 

“We don’t have to leave. We can stay right here. But now that I think about it, I’m sure I’m the only one in the family that hasn’t told you how I joined Bangtan.” He looked at the city skyline before him, a small smile on his face. You blinked, turning your head to look at his side profile. 

~~

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