#so i think it would cover the dots but one can dream

[utahimeow]

even death will not do us part — satoru gojo

summary — your wedding day with satoru gojo is not exactly conventional.

pairing — satoru gojo x f!reader

warnings — slightly suggestive beginning, pure fluff, established relationship

word count — 3.9k

author’s note — for satoru’s birthday ♡ i put my heart and soul and blood and sweat and tears into this and i hope u can tell. it may be the best writing i’ve ever done, so if u read it, thank u and i love u. also it’s like extremely sappy so pls keep that in mind lol

After a seemingly endless night, tendrils of golden sunlight come crawling through the blinds. They dance over your flesh that’s dotted with soft bites from your lover, and warm it like soft kisses until your eyes peel open.

Satoru’s already awake, ocean eyes gazing at you. A wave of memories of how he touched you so ardently the night before comes washing over you. After it, a wave of heat, his lustful poetry echoing in your mind until it pools between your thighs. Finally, the heat subsides into something warm, a gentle glow which settles within your ribs.

“Good morning,” your lover rasps, voice heavy with sleep. 

You reach out to him until your hand finds his face, your fingers grazing over soft pink skin, your thumb tracing the ridge of his cheekbone. He’s slightly puffy, eyes still ever so slightly droopy, but slumber is not the only thing that simmers in them.

“Good morning,” you reply, your words hoarse yet covered in honey.

For a while, neither one of you says anything, instead basking in one another. Satoru drinks in the sight of you laying next to him, gulps and gulps and gulps it down like it’s red wine, until he’s drunk. 

“Marry me,” he says. Time stops moving and your heart stops beating momentarily. Your mouth tries to move, tries to give a response, but every word you’ve ever learned suddenly abandons your memory. 

He laughs, so obnoxiously beautiful, but within his eyes that carry a millennium of history there is only pure sincerity.

It shouldn’t surprise you this much—his question—not when Satoru had long since carved a space inside your heart, and you in his. You’d been together so long that sometimes you both forgot you weren’t married, and Satoru had a habit of casually stating things like “when I make you my wife”, because it was undisputed that he would marry you.

Still, somehow you didn’t see it coming, and not like this. Satoru Gojo was a man of grandeur–always dramatic, always making a scene, always showing off in some shape or form, whether it was you or his cursed technique. The last place you would expect him to propose was in bed at ten a.m. after a night where he made you see God himself. Although, the more you think about it, this is where he is home. Where he bears the deepest parts of his being to you and where he may shed the weight of a society that idolises him as a god. Where he can ask you to marry him as just Satoru.

“Don’t go shy on me,” he says, still amused by your disbelief. 

“I-yes. Yes, I’ll marry you,” you say, sobbing out a laugh, launching yourself into his embrace and burying your face into his bare chest. 

“What if we did it today?” he asks, his voice reverberating through you until it almost puts you back to sleep.

“Did what?” you ask.

“Got married.”

Your head shoots up, your eyes flitting rapidly over each of his nonchalant features. Once more, you don’t find a single hint that he’s kidding. “You’re insane.”

“You love me for it,” he says, his face like a mischievous cat’s. “And I can’t spend another minute without you being my wife, so please, elope with me.”

Unlike Satoru, you were never exactly one for grand gestures. He knew you never had dreams of a big fairytale wedding with hundreds of guests or a giant hall, and it’s precisely one of the reasons why he’s asking this of you.

“The higher-ups are going to be pissed,” you say, leaning in close to his face until there’s hardly a hair’s width between your noses. 

“That’s the point,” he tells you. “Is that another yes, then?”

You stare into the depths of his irises, the ones that are swimming with adoration, the ones that have never changed how they stare at you, even after all these years. Not that you had any doubts before, but suddenly you’ve never wanted anything more. The feeling settles into your bloodstream, to your bones, to the very core of your being–certainty.

“Yes, Satoru, I’ll elope with you,” you say, and then your lips are on his. There’s a million words in the way he kisses you, ones that he would never be able to speak even if he tried, so he kisses you and kisses you in hopes that you’ll understand them. He kisses you like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. It is.

You part, sorrowfully, heads spinning, but then you remember you have things to do. 

“I need to start getting ready,” you say, and you already know exactly what his response will be–a groan, a whine, and him begging you to stay in his arms for a little while longer. 

He does just that. 

“Satoruuu,” you say, mimicking the way he whines your name. “The sooner I get ready the sooner we’ll be married. Isn’t that what you want?”

He pouts for the sake of pouting, then his arms loosen around your waist and you leave him with a peck upon his lips before tossing yourself out of bed. 

You spend the next hour and something at your vanity, having never imagined that your wedding day would leave you doing your own hair and makeup.

After Satoru brings you a cup of coffee and plants a chaste kiss to your temple, he heads to the bathroom to shower, leaving you to finish getting yourself ready. When he returns twenty minutes later, he finds you standing in your walk-in closet in only your bra and underwear, looking terribly focused. You don’t need to be a mind-reader to know he wants to tell you to go as you are—he refrains, however. It’s a miracle that he’s able to.

“You should wear that white dress you have. The one with the sleeves,” he suggests, flapping his arms and immediately you know which one he’s talking about. A plain white minidress with flared mesh sleeves and sweetheart neckline that you wore to a fancy dinner once. You fish it out, and Satoru approaches you as you step into it and pull it up your hips. Wordlessly, he zips the back up, holding his breath as he does. 

“I don’t think you’re supposed to see me yet,” you quip, giggling when you turn to face him. 

“Baby, there’s nothing conventional about how we’re getting married,” he grins, giving your ass a tap as you walk past him to pick out your jewellery. 

Of course, he insists on putting your necklace on for you too, a dainty Tiffany chain with a diamond sun pendant that he gifted you for your birthday years back because he liked to call you his sun. Again, the feather-light brush of his fingers over your skin sends bolts of lightning shooting to your fingertips. It’s reminiscent of the way he made you feel a decade ago, before he had even kissed you for the first time, when his cheesy, cat-like smile would send your heart racing and heat rushing to your face. When butterflies would erupt in your belly and you felt like you were floating. For some reason you found it hard to believe that feelings like that would persist, but it is in Satoru’s blood to prove you wrong, and he did, and he does still.

You decide on a pair of glimmering white Jimmy Choo heels, but before you can even think to put them on, Satoru is on his knees, softly grasping each leg of yours so he can slip the shoes on and carefully tighten the straps one by one. It’s something that never fails to make you giddy–to make you question if you’re even worthy of this man (you know you are, after all he’d spent the last few years doing everything in his power to prove to you that he’s the lucky one between you). Still, you think it’s perfectly valid to wonder what you’ve done to deserve someone like this.

Satoru stands then, a perpetual smile upon his glossy pink lips. He’s in a pair of pressed black slacks that hug his thick, toned legs, and a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top buttons left open (because you always tell him you like how good he looks) and nothing to cover his eyes. You’re the only person he’ll be looking at today, after all. He’d die before letting anything obscure his view of you.

He takes your hand and raises it into the air and twirls you around, his eyes drinking in every detail of you, inhaling your sweet, angelic scent, and now it’s his turn to wonder how he managed to get so lucky, as if it doesn’t occupy his mind from the very second he wakes up to the moment he falls asleep. 

He’s still unlearning the idea that he’s alone because it was all that he ever knew from the day that he was born. He’s always had friends and caretakers and people who admired him and who depended on him and who worshipped him, but he was always there at the top, the closest thing to a god that a human could be—by himself. No one could possibly understand him enough to be by his side, not really. Then one day you came along and you slithered your way into the cracks and crevices of his very being and refused to budge, and you showed him that he’s not alone, that there are people who he can trust and depend on and people who he can love. 

He never lets go of your hand, pulling you close to his chest and grinning down at you. His eyes gleam with a mischief that’s all too familiar, one that’s got you instantly suspicious.

“Please don’t hate me,” he says but it’s without any real concern. 

You have an inkling as to what he’s planning, but you don’t even get the chance to open your mouth to question him because one moment you’re standing in the foyer of your home and the next you’re outside of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building. 

He predicts the way you smack his chest and whine out a mildly irritated “Satoru!”–it only makes him grin harder, because he knows how much you hate when he teleports you without warning, but right now he just can’t wait another moment (and neither can you) so you don’t have it in you to be genuinely displeased.

As he makes his way to the entrance, you tug on his arm suddenly to stop him after a certain realisation hits you. 

“Satoru, don’t we need a witness?” you ask. 

His eyes narrow in thought and he looks around, cartoon-like, before his face fills with resolution and he’s strolling away from the building with you in tow. 

“Excuse me,” he exclaims, and you follow his gaze to where an older couple are walking by, hands intertwined. They turn to him inquisitively, so he continues. “My gorgeous fiancée here and I are about to be wed. All of our friends were too busy today, so we don’t have any witnesses. Would you spare a moment of time for a young, smitten couple?”

You roll your eyes, but the grin smirk your lips betrays you. “We’re sincerely sorry for interrupting your day. What my insufferable fiancé here means to say is we would appreciate it greatly if you would be our witnesses.”

The couple take a glance at one another, silently communicating before they face you and Satoru once more, nodding their heads.

“It’s our day off, we were just going to walk around the city anyway,” the lady explains, her pale, weathered lips stretching into a gentle smile.

Thus, you waltz into the city hall altogether, and only now does it begin to settle in that you’re about to marry Satoru Gojo. The morning had gone by so quickly– you’d only been awake less than four hours, and during that time you never once stopped to let any of it sink in.

Now, it sinks in. All the way to your core, to the fibres and cells that make up your being. Inside your ribs your heart is swollen, filled to the brim with scarlet red until it overflows and paints everything around it, until every part of you, every seam that holds you together has been altered, touched by something that Satoru gifted you on the first day you met him.

Your lover seems to move in slow motion. Your breath is caught in your throat. It’s a dream, you’re sure of it. Then Satoru squeezes your hand, ever perceptive of your thoughts, and reminds you that it’s not. 

After gathering a pile of documents, a man in a suit takes you to a room that’s a smaller version of a court and begins to lay out the papers, simultaneously explaining each one’s purpose and indicating what you and Satoru must fill out. You provide him with your own documents–birth certificates and proof of residence, and then the two strangers who had offered themselves to you as witnesses give their signatures. 

Your officiant makes his speech in a professional language, far from the flowery words given by priests or family friends in churches or venues adorned with flowers and ribbons along every wall.

Lack of preparation means your vows are a repetition of a script written decades ago: you take Satoru to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.

During Satoru’s turn, he hesitates. His eyes shine with a strange epiphany as he stares down at you. 

“...From this day forward, until the end of time. Even death will not do us part.”

There are no words in any language, dead or alive, that are adequate enough to describe the elation you experience. There is no concept, idea, or theory that would truly reveal the way that you are consumed by love for him. It runs through your bloodstream, intrinsic to your very being. 

The officiant announces that you and Satoru are husband and wife. Now you are one flesh and bone. He leans forward, kisses you, and it’s a promise of eternal devotion.

Outside of the city hall, where time no longer stands still but you still feel as though you are not inside of your body, your husband Satoru Gojo bows to the man and woman who made your marriage possible. 

Satoru Gojo does not bow. And while it is easy to attribute it to some god complex, to the product of his upbringing, as many do, those to whom Satoru has shown his soul know that it is rebellion. It is the denial of a convention he refuses to assimilate with, one he does not believe in, one which begs children to be grateful to those who have sown them as though they had the choice to be sown.

When Satoru Gojo does bow, it is not without good reason. Most often it is only when he owes someone his life—so he bows to the two strangers, whose signatures on a piece of paper mean that he is eternally yours.

Beside him, you bow too.

“Thank you,” Satoru says, then both of you straighten up to find the couple smiling before you. There is kindness etched into every line on their face, a fondness simmering in their eyes. Their arms are linked, and all of a sudden you’re looking in a mirror.

“Congratulations on your marriage,” the woman says. “I’m certain you will flourish together.”

“You know, young people are always getting into relationships, but seeing true love like what you have with one another… It’s a rare thing nowadays. Please cherish that,” the man says.

“We’ll be forever grateful for you,” you say. “Thank you.”

The four of you part, but the couple, whose names you do not know, now lives in a part of your mind that can never be erased.

The first thing Satoru does as your husband, as you walk down the streets of Tokyo with your hands laced together, is suddenly disappear into a flower shop as you pass by it, before emerging once more and handing you a bouquet of crimson carnations and white roses with a cheshire cat smile on his face.

“Your wedding bouquet,” he says.

“Oh, Satoru, they’re beautiful,” you muse, allowing your nose to absorb their earthy scent. “Thank you.”

You tug him by the hand that’s woven with yours, pulling him down to plant a kiss upon his cheek.

The next stop is a jewellery store, and you yelp as Satoru pulls you inside with him this time. 

“Pick whatever ring you like, baby,” he tells you as you stand before the glass case where thousands of crystals glimmer back at you, splayed out on a bed of white. “Just to wear until you pick your actual one.”

Blood warms your face. It’s not meant to be a brag. Even if he didn’t have generations of wealth in his bank account, he’d buy you as many rings as you wanted until you found the perfect one. For you, he would find a way.

Your eyes wander over every diamond, over gold and silver and platinum, and it’s not long at all before they all start to look the same. Not wanting to spend your entire wedding day inside a jewellery store, you land on a simple diamond-studded silver band and point it out to Satoru.

“That one?” he asks. 

You nod, a satisfied smile making your lips curl.

Satoru flags down the jeweller, a thin woman with shiny skin, requesting the ring you want. She tells him each of the five diamonds weighs 0.2 carats, making the ring a total of one carat, as if it’ll make a difference to either of you. He doesn’t ask her for the price, but she tells him it’s 550,000 yen—practically theft for someone from the Gojo clan. 

After picking out a matching plain silver band for himself, you and Satoru leave the store and continue strolling through the city. To everyone else, you look like no more than an enamoured couple like the millions of others in Tokyo, and while a part of Satoru feels like he wants to wander up to random strangers to brag to them that you’re his wife, another part cherishes this little secret between you two.

From the day he was born, Satoru Gojo’s wedding was to be a grand affair. Sorcerers from far and wide would gather to witness the expansion of the Gojo clan. It was to be a several day-long event, planned intricately by the higher ups without room for any say from the bride and groom. Satoru did not want that—not for himself, but especially not for you.

Now he laughs as he imagines the higher ups’ faces when they realise he has not only married but eloped behind their backs. Though he thinks he’ll keep his left hand in his pocket the next few times he pays them a visit, at least for a few weeks.

“What?” you ask. His grin spreads from his face to yours.

“Nothing. Are you hungry?” 

“Ugh, yes,” you say. Suddenly your empty stomach becomes even emptier, howling agonisingly loudly.

“Sushi Go?” 

“Please.” 

The nearest one is ten minutes away. When you get there, you sit in a booth next to the conveyor belt, with Satoru insisting on shoving himself into the seat next to you rather than across from you. As soon as his heat radiates into you, however, you feel like melting into him.

After ordering almost the entire menu despite your scolding, Satoru finds the ring boxes and pulls them out of the ribbon-tied bag from the jeweller. He takes your left hand, gently, as though you’re made of glass, and slides the glittering ring onto your fourth finger. He brings it to his lips, then his velvety lips kiss just above where the ring rests.

“Beautiful,” he says. He’s looking at your eyes, not the ring.

You twist it around your finger, lungs empty as it catches every ray of light that comes its way and tosses it back at your eyes. 

“It’s a little big, but I love it.”

“I’ll get you the perfect one, don’t worry,” he says. “To make up for no engagement ring.”

“You make me sound so materialistic,” you quip, taking his hand into yours and slipping the matching silver band onto his bony finger.

“Just spoiled,” he corrects.

You narrow your eyes at him, but it turns into hearts not a moment later. He makes it impossible.

“I love you, Satoru Gojo,” you say, holding up your hands as you lace your fingers together with his.

“I love you,” he says, and the smug, cocky front vanishes, and he bares himself, his true self, to you. “More than anything in this world. I’m gonna prove it to you every single day from now on.”

Your giggle is drenched in fondness. “You already do that.”

“Then I’ll do it even better. This is a promise of that,” he says, thumb stroking over the ring he put on your finger.

His eyes don’t hold an ounce of hesitation, of questioning, of doubt. Only truth.

Your food arrives, and you wish you could say you feel bad about how overtly gross you and Satoru are being, feeding sushi rolls to each other with twinkling eyes, but everything inside you is screaming with euphoria that you can’t bring yourself to care. 

You wipe a drop of soy sauce from the corner of his lips, and he stares at you like you put the sun and the stars and the moon in the sky.

Not to your surprise, you and Satoru don’t finish all of the food he ordered. One of the waiters offers to box up the leftovers, then returns with two paper bags and hands them to your husband, whose unoccupied hand takes yours once more.

He decides he wants to take you to the park. He’s not sure why. It just feels right, and all you want is to spend time with him, so you tell him the park sounds perfect. It’s only another fifteen minute walk, anyway.

When you get there, the emerald lawns are teeming with families, couples, friends. Children run as if they can fly, dogs chase after tennis balls like it is their life mission. Satoru whisks you away from it all however, taking you into the trees.

Nestled amongst the Japanese chinquapin and zelkovas, a cherry blossom spreads its branches out like arms, its blossoms like pink fingertips that flutter as the wind swims through them. Satoru sinks into the cushion of grass at the base of the tree, leaning his broad back against the trunk. Like a cat, you find your way into his lap and rest your head upon his chest, next to his heart. The way his arms wrap around you is instinct.

Sparrows and finches flit about the branches, dancing as they move from one tree to another. Two turtle doves perch together, huddling into the other even though the air is warm.

Even if you and Satoru do not stay bound together in this life, if death takes you or him early, one thing you know for certain—you’ll find him again in another life. Right now, however, you have him in this life, and nothing else matters.

dedicated to @ushiwhacka and @tetsuskei <3 i love u both

[buckleysbitch]

hiii can i request a 12 and 15 with hazel from the prompts? 💞

absolutely angel!!

18+ under the cut

reqs are open!

listen to hazels spotify here ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

12. Character A letting out an unrestrained whimper and then slapping a hand over their mouth, cheeks reddening in embarrassment, and Character B chuckling softly, leaning down to press a kiss to their blushing cheek.

15. "I don't- I don't think I can last any longer, fuck, please-"

credit to @dumplingsjinson for the prompts!

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you are eating out hazel callahan.

YOU are eating. out. hazel. callahan.

what started as a tender make out session on the couch devolved slowly into…this. years of mutual pining finally being acted upon, the tension snapping like a well loved guitar string.

“tell me if you wanna stop, yeah?” you request, lips parted inches away from her core. she nods in agreement, and you graze her clit so softly with your tongue you genuinely thought you missed. but that sweet whimper that erupted from her, that was the indication.

hazel quickly smacked her hand over her mouth, cheeks turning bright red from embarrassment.

“hey, it’s okay,” you reassure her, dotting kisses up her body, and pressing one onto her cheek. “you can let it out for me.”

“you wanna tell me how fast or slow you’d like me to go? want you to be comfortable, love.” you coo, reconnecting your lips to her, this time a little harder.

“a-agh….harder-r!” she squeals, thighs pressing against your head. god, you dreamed of this image. every night, for years, you envisioned how she’d look underneath you. you can’t possibly believe this is real, but it is.

you obey her command, sucking harshly on her clit, fingers tracing her ribs almost agonizingly slow. the moans that erupt from her are downright obscene, her thighs beginning to tremble against your ears.

“i-i don’t think i can last a-ANY longer…fuck…please…”

her pleads just motivate you to work on her clit even harder, your tongue practically cramping up from the pace. her back arches, just like how you dreamt it would, as she rides her high, bucking into your face.

“well, we have much to discuss.” she chuckles, covering her eyes with her forearm.

[gabessquishytum]

I keep seeing all these ideas where Dream is famous and I wanna take it a step farther. With Dream being rockstar famous, and known for his wild temper and deeply chaotic life, he gets approached by a large Hollywood studio to star in a new reality television show. It would be him, his new manager and husband Hob, their teenage sons and a revolving door of friends, neighbors and family. They'll move him out of his posh Soho flat and into a luxury mansion in Beverly Hills. All he needs to do is sign on the dotted line.

Dream obviously thinks it's stupid. After all, he's a pretty private guy and a right asshole at times and he doesn't think he'll make good television. But Hob disagrees. It's been forever since Dream's name was last in the papers and fans are clambering for new content. Besides, they can play up their personalities for the camera and Hob wouldn't just let them run amok in their private life.

So he agrees a bit unwillingly. That is until he finds out how fun it is to lie directly to the camera, make Desire's life hell when they guest star, and ruin production by showing them how satisfied his husband is in every room of the house.

- 🤜 anon

I love the idea of an Endless reality TV show SO MUCH!!! Can you imagine the chaos?! It'd be so brilliant.

Robyn and Orpheus are in their late teens, so old enough to enjoy occasionally popping up in an episode or two - but when filming starts they get to find out exactly how protective their dad (Hob) is over their privacy. Hob has written strict boundaries into the contract with the production company so the cameras literally can't go into certain parts of the mansion, and certainly can't film the boys without at least one guardian being present. Hob would happily take the company to court and sue if they cross any lines. The same rules apply for Delirium, who is also still quite young and occasionally likes to show up in an episode.

Meanwhile Dream is basically just having a great time doing increasingly weird things. He takes baths in oat milk, claiming that its been part of his routine for years. He puts a really terrible fake tattoo on his upper thigh and walks around showing it off like it's real. He does "vocal exercises" with Orpheus as part of his "art" and Orpheus spends the whole time trying not crack up while Dream makes these awful noises.

And of course, who would forget -

Hob, holding a tiny pig: Dream Endless, come to the foyer... I have a little gift for you

Dream: oh my god is that a chicken?!

Plus the amount of times the camera has caught Hob looking thoroughly wrecked... in the kitchen covered in hickies, with his pants down in the pool area, black lipstick smeared all over his face in the bathroom... so many bits of footage have had to be cut because Dream will just drop to his knees wherever and start trying to suck Hob’s dick. He's famous, he can do what he wants!

The show is, of course, a hit. Much to Desire's chagrin. Although they are secretly hoping to get a spinoff show out of this - hopefully one where they get to slap the smug smile off Dream’s annoying face...

[slasherwife]

Hiii :)

I was wondering if I could request the slashers reaction to their S/O being insecure about their freckles? Their face is covered with different shades and some even overlapping of freckles. They have even tried covering them up with foundation but they always seem to show through. Thank you! :D

yes my dove!! i’m really sorry abt the long wait i hope this is good 🥲🌷

Slashers with an S/O with freckles

summary you the beautiful y/n have been blessed with gorgeous freckles, like raindrops on your ethereal skin 💞 your slasher husband finds them so angelic on you, but sadly you disagree, and try to cover them up!! slasher husband not happy :(🥺🌷

warnings female pronouns!

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thomas

sweet creature, your freckles are what his dreams are made of. he wishes to kiss each one so that their wearer might know how deeply he loves her. he connects them like constellations when you guys are together and you don’t notice. he sees and names each one because ever freckled star is so unique from the last. he adores and worships your freckles to say the least💞🌷

thomas loves deeply with a tender passion, every bit of you. and your freckles are what give you the most character, they are what captivated him when he first saw you. sun shining behind your head like a halo, a soft smile and those gentle freckles layered onto your ethereal face and shoulders, he thought he had strayed into a dream😖💞

it would absolutely break him, if he knew you were trying to hide them out of shame. thomas knows very well the pain of low self esteem, thomas self mutilated his own face because of how much he hated how he looked💔 he would never in a trillion years want you to go through that same kind of pain, even if you were only using makeup to cover them up. 😣🪷

he would go to his knees once he knew what was happening, holding your hands and begging you to stop what you were doing. while your hands were in his comically large ones, you would see his eyes holding the utmost sadness in them, almost making you tear up unexpectedly😣💕 “don’t cover up, please my y/n.” he spoke, which was an extremely rare occurrence.

jason

he could never miss your absolutely ethereal freckled stars. jason isn’t one to really pay attention to physical attributes, but with you, it was different. you were an angel. sent straight from heaven to be with him. to say he wasn’t utterly captivated by your outer beauty as much as your inner beauty, was an understatement😣💕🪷

he’d be the one to want to trace your freckles, but be too afraid to hurt you. jason is an extremely gentle being when he wants to be, but he overthinks very much and can’t trust himself around you as a result :( 💕😭. until he’s comfortably enough and you help him through, he will fantasize about your soft supply skin under the decrepit pads of his fingers, and count the stars on your skin from a healthy distance💞😣

he instantly wants to know who made you want to cover up your freckles. the stars on your skin are gifts of the divine, who on earth would be so jealous and malicious as to make you think otherwise? jason would like to take it up with them for making his angel goddess feel like this. no one would make it out alive🥺💞

you say the girls in the magazine don’t have freckles, which is why you wanted to cover your up. jason is livid about the disgusting vermin showing off their bodies in the magazine, and hates how he cannot hurt them for hurting you😣💕 he can tell his anger isn’t helping anyone, so he just lets you crawl into his arms while he wills himself as careful as possible to graze his knuckles softly against your cheek, admiring all the pretty dots on your angelic skin. his gaze was enough to show that if the outer world didn’t like your freckles, jason lives for them🥹💞💕

michael

again like jason, michael doesn’t really pay attention to physical attributes at all. he might when he’s aroused and steals a good playboy magazine. but when he met you, things turned around. he found you beautiful. pretty. captivating. he’s only felt aroused by some women, but he’s never felt that way about a person. he loves you, in his own toxic way, maybe. he sees you as his mate, his parter, who he found because of fate and circumstance. you’re his partner who he would absolutely burn down the world for, maim and kill, do anything for🥹💗

it’s hard to see into michael’s mind, but i believe he thinks it was your freckles that first made him feel that you were beautiful. he thought your freckles made you pretty. he thought you were beautiful, because of them. and to think you’d try to cover them up almost feels like he’s being denied some of the most beautiful things about you, and he feels betrayed as your lover.

he catches you in the act, sitting on the floor in front of a mirror, smearing makeup onto them. he grabs your wrist before you could make another steak down your cheek, and you look up to michael heavy breathing against his mask, staring down at you. he is confused to say the least, but in a way too, he understands why you are doing it. he tries to go down to your level, sitting on his knees while he uses his sleeve to wipe the makeup from your face, wanting to see you beautiful constellations that he loves so deeply😖💞💕

brahms

to begin, brahms being the hot adult child he is, will throw a tantrum once he finds you messed up your face. your face is for him y/n!! don’t go covering up things that shouldn’t be covered up 😣💕 it throws him off, shows him there’s a change in his usual schedule and he doesn’t like it. plus his baby’s freckles are his favorite thing ever! he can’t count them when they’re all covered up my love😇💞

when he first ever saw you, he nearly collapsed. you were the most beautiful creature he ever saw or could dream up, ever. he loves every part about you. you are his dream come true. and to think you would want him!! he will die happy because of this my darling🌷💕 please don’t cover up something to precious to him!!🥺

he will be angry and throw a fit. gosh y/n you’re making him fix this now? well since you’re so cute he’ll let it slide, just sit still. he gets a clean wash rag and begins wiping away the makeup. nope!! don’t move, not til he’s done😇💞once your tears have dried and he deems you back to your beautiful gorgeous natural self he adores, he will kiss the tip of your nose and pinch your cheeks. hell then giggle and provoke you to chase him through the house in a game of hide and seek 🥺💞

bo

bo is really the only one who’s genuinely confused as to what motivates you to cover up your freckles. he understands the purpose of makeup (to an extent😀), but your freckles are a normal occurrence in your skin, why would you want to essentially delete them from yourself? he will blushingly admit that they make you look pretty anyway 🥺💕you’d have to explain why you are doing this to him 😭 he doesn’t not have the brain capacity to understand why you are covering up your gorgeous freckles.

bo had always not so secretly thought your freckles were so g-d damn cute, and seeing them crease with every smile and laugh you let out, and the ones on your forehead fold when you were surprised or focused, he was made so in love with you it was hard to contain. he believed g-d had taken extra time working on you, for sure. 🌷😭💕

he caught site of your face when he was waiting to go to the bathroom and you were finishing up your makeup. when you went past him, he did a double take, “sweet cheeks? come back here now.” he said, grabbing your sweet face in both his palms examining your newly painted face. “the hell happened to all your dots?” he laughed, searching your eyes for an explanation🥺💕

you explain it to him, and he clicks his tongue in disapproval. he doesn’t really know what to say, though he thinks he should tell you something reassuring about your new apparent insecurity, but he’s not very good at comforting people🥲💕 he only asks that you go back and take the makeup off, without sounding demanding, asking gently, which is rare for bo. “why don’t cha take it off for me angel, yeah? you’re just so pretty when i can see all of you.”

vincent

let this man comb his eyes through every part of your face in amazement and shock at your beauty, please gf it’s all he wants to do. vincent has a very keen eye for beauty so the fact that he chose you should be a clear message that you are the most ethereal being ever crossed paths with him🥹💞 vincent more than anyone, worships your freckles. you are just so unique and angelic and perfect. you are his forever muse and he’s absolutely obsessed with you 💗

when i say that thomas begged you not to cover up your freckles, vincent absolutely beseeches you to not cover them up and to let them show. they are just so beautiful on you y/n, my queen goddess y/n, let me stare at you forever😣🌷 vincent just sighs in affection for you whenever he sees your ethereal face with your delightful freckles layering and spotting like rain drops onto your skin. he just simply loves you y/n.

please don’t even try to cover them up my dear, vincent will feel like he’s been betrayed in a way. don’t you ever listen to him y/n? vincent always knows best. your freckles are a beauty unsurpassed about you my darling flower. 💞🌷and that’s fact. if you do, he will so everything in his power to try to convey that your freckles are a blessing and that they shine like stars. he loves them so much and begs you let them show. he only does this, because you are hiding them out of insecurity. he hates this and wants you to proudly show them🥹🌷

regardless of if you listen to him or not, he will want to show you some extra love. he will gently coax you to a peaceful sleep in his arms, stroking your hair with the utmost gentleness and calmness that you fall asleep within minutes🥹🌷 he just wants you to feel safe

[isa-loves-you]

Telling People, You're a couple. | The Group Chat Head canons | Pt.2

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Soft willy- you and nick have been dating for almost 2 months now. It's still crazy to you that you have this man, I mean come one look at him he is the definition of what everyone wants to be or be with. respectful, good height, nice built, the funniest person you have ever met, sweet and caring nick was all these things; which is why you were kinda scared of telling people you were a couple.

It's not like you were the most horrible person to look at but you in your mind you just thought you were okay nothing special just your average joe, but to nick you were the most beautiful person he'd ever met so of course he wanted to show everyone how special he is to have you in his life. Ever since you guys started dating he's been trying to get your approval to tell his fans but you still felt a little anxious on the idea so nicked eventually stopped asking to respect your decision. 

One day you and nick were at a burger place eating lunch talking about his new album. “I don't know what I really want for the cover but I was kinda thinking if you would be able to pose for it?” Nick said looking hopeful at you “Nick I don't know, what if people connect the dots? I'm already on most of the tracks. It would be weird if I am also on the cover.”. He had to admit it would be kinda obvious but that was the whole point, he was happy that you were there to help accomplish the album and it would just be even more awesome if he got to see your face on the front of it all

“Here your refill sir” the waitress interrupted yours and nick conversation with a smile “oh thanks” “if you need anything, and i mean anything else just let me know” the waitress was basically eye fucking nick while saying her little beg of attention from nick. This mad you fucking livid like who  does she think she is talking to a random man like this and in front of his girlfriend out of all people.

“Thanks but i'm good” Nick let out an uncomfortable laugh while trying not to look at her anymore. You had to admit this girl was pretty but you were definitely better looking than her and that's all you needed in the moment to make a decision that went against your words. “You know what?I will pose for the cover "what do i have to hide” for the rest of the day. Nick couldn't stop thanking you and asking if you were sure about this but you already agreed and can't go back on it now.

Two weeks later you and Nick were drinking and  trying to think of all the different types of ways to take pictures. Since the songs on the album were based off of video games more specifically the games you could only play on the Nintendo DS you came up with  the idea of taking them on a DS. After three hours  later you and Nick finally captured the right picture to put on the album.

A couple of days passed, and Nick had posted the cover as a promotion which was the picture of you on a DS with a bold light blue font that read “Digital Dreams”. 

(This is sorta what I was going for. obvious if you don't like it you can totally imagine something else. Also credit to whoever these beautiful people are , I am jealous.)

In the caption of the post Nick had credited all the people who worked on the album including you but did it a completely different way. “I also want to thank my amazing partner for helping me throughout the process and even being on the album front and in the song @ ur username  i love you.”

You were surprised at the amount of people who were so supportive of you guys, of course there were some people who weren't, but you couldn't care. You were just happy that Nick was happy.

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Larry-  you were getting some food for you and Larry because he said he hasn't eaten all day. You and Larry have been dating for almost a month and it was the best thing that has happened to you in a while. Everyday with him was so much fun and the group was accepting of you for dating their friend.

You had gotten him and you something small because Nick and Tanner wanted you and Larry to go with them to dinner later but since Larry didn't eat you just grabbed something while you were out so he wouldn't be so hungry later. You had stepped into the house looking for Larry but he was in his room doing the podcast with the others.

You knocked on his door which he called out for you to open “dude you didn't have to do that thank you so much” “no problem it wasn't a bother to me”. You walked up to his desk to set the food down “hi everyone” you waved to all of the boys in the call which they waved back. 

You stood there for a couple more minutes talking to them before you left to go be on your phone and leave them back with their work. Almost 45 minutes later Nick, Larry, and Tanner came out so you guys could go to dinner and have a fun night out. 

You woke up the next morning in Larry's bed since you didn't want to drive home  last night. You see Larry at his desk looking at the podcast comments, you walk up to him and put a hand on his shoulder “so do they love me” you let out a small laugh. “They love you alright, it seems like they love you more than me” “well in that case switch me jobs, i would love to make dumb jokes all day “. you guys shared a laugh and a few more while looking at the comments. You were glad that the people who loved him were happy that he was with you.

[berryhobii]

Late for Work: Clocked Out(jjk x reader)

Pairing: Husband!Gamer!Jungkook x black!female!reader

Word Count: 4K+

Warnings: Mentions of engagement, reader has a sister in this, mentions of wild hotel sex, Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), oral(m receiving), multiple orgasms(m and f receiving), riding, reader’s knees are built Ford tough, like really, reader rides him like a professional, standing sex, standing doggystyle, strength kink, praise kink, spit kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, mentions of past exhibitionism and voyeruism, idk if I’d refer to this as dubious consent but Taehyung and Jimin listen willingly to reader and JK having sex although they don’t outright consent to it, mentions of Jimin and his partner being voyeurs, reader has a thigh tattoo, reader is dark skinned

A/N: Hi! I’m back with Part 2 of my Gamer!Jungkook smut. This is really just straight horny, desperate sex🤣I contemplated just making this a sweet cockwarming scenario but then I thought….NAH. Reader and Jungkook are so I’m love and attracted to each other. I also included a little snippet of what I’m thinking of doing for a Jimin drabble. There aren’t enough stories about OC/Reader’s being voyeurs so I want to take a crack at it. It’ll probably be about Jimin/OC after listening to this couple’s escapades in Taehyung’s bathroom🤣🤣Next on my list is a Seokjin x roommate!reader, a Hoseok x Stripper!reader, and a Taehyung x NudeModel!reader. I also have an idea for an OT7 x Succubus!reader story where reader collects each member like infinity stones🤣. I actually want to attempt my first collab with that idea so if anyone wants to contribute, please reach out! Anyway, enjoy this! Criticism is always accepted. Stay safe💜

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The only thing on your mind the entire time you were at work was Jungkook’s cock. You angrily ate your bagel in the car, trying to force down the throbbing between your legs. Stupid meeting! A few minutes more and you would have had that glorious cock right where you wanted it.

Letting your frustration out on your squishy steering wheel cover, you let out a deep sigh. You inhaled a few deep breaths, putting on your fake smile before stepping out of your car.

The meeting went pretty well. Your other coworkers covered for you until you got there. Jungkook’s cock wasn’t even on your mind once you got in front of that board to give your presentation.

Like always, you amazed them with your thoroughness and well thought out plan and it would be put into effect within the next few months.

“We’re going to lunch. You coming?” One of your coworkers asked.

You shook your head, politely declining. “No thanks. Jungkook made my lunch. I’m gonna call him.”

They let out some ‘oooo’s’, your eyes rolling but you couldn’t fight down the smile.

“I wish I had a buff tattooed husband to make my lunch.” One of them dreamily sighed to which they got nudged by someone else.

“You’re gay though.”

“So? I can still have straight thoughts.”

Spinning around in your desk chair, you pulled out your phone, tapping the screen to wake it up. A smile spread across your face at the photo on your lock screen. It was a selfie you took after Jungkook proposed—your lips locked in a kiss and your left hand raised to show off the rock on your finger. You remember that night so clearly. Your sister had come down from America to distract you for the entire day while Jungkook prepared the surprise. She randomly offered to do your hair and makeup, saying it was something she wanted to try for her small business. Of course, you thought nothing of it since you’ve helped her plenty of times. You still didn’t connect the dots when she told you to dress nice or when she loaded you into the car and drove you to an outdoors gazebo lit up by fairy lights and surrounded by your favorite flowers.

And there was Jungkook standing at the end, dressed to the nines and looking like the man of your dreams. You were too stunned to even move. Was this really happening? A gentle push from your sister moved your feet forward until you were standing before him, tears threatening to spill past your waterline.

“I can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle like that again but that time, with this on your finger.”

Then he got down on one knee, pulling out a velvet box and opening it, showing you the most gorgeous ring you’ve ever seen in your life.

That night was so magical. High off the endorphins and the overwhelming love you had for him, you two made passionate love all night, whispering your promises of the future on each other’s lips.

…..the room was so heavy with the scent of sex that you had to open all of the windows…..the hotel even charged you another cleaning fee because of how messy you left it.

Mhmm….

You clenched your thighs together, the memory igniting that flame back within you that you had managed to calm down.

Quickly unlocking your phone, you went to your FaceTime app, clicking the contact labeled “Mines💍🩷”. It rang twice before his face popped up on the screen. You were angled down which told you his phone was in his lap, both of his hands working on his game controller.

“Hey baby. Lunch time?”

You sighed, leaning on your palm. “Yeah. I just finished my presentation. Nailed it like always.”

He smiled. “I knew you would. You’ve been working really hard on it. I’m proud of you.”

His praise made you giggle, kicking your feet. “Thanks. I couldn’t have done it without your support. And my coworkers too. Anyway, what are you up to?”

“Playing some COD with Taehyung and Jimin. I was about to heat up some leftovers. Have you eaten your lunch yet? Ah! Come on, man!” His outburst made you smile, your eyes going to the veins in his arms that bulged with his movement. Those veins…….they bulged the same way whenever he’d choke you.

Looking around your office but finding no one around, you leaned closer to your phone to whisper, “baby…..I’m so horny.”

Your husband smirked, not taking his eyes off the television. Fucking tease….

“Oh yeah? Sounds like a problem for after work.”

Huffing, you said, “when I get home, you’re gonna get it.”

The smirk never dropped from his face. “I can’t wait.”

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You were surprised the cops didn’t pull you over from how you were speeding home. Not even rush hour traffic could stop you from getting home. You weren’t even sure you were parked correctly but you couldn’t think about that now.

Rushing into your apartment building, you sped walked to the elevator, almost breaking the button from how hard you pressed it. Ugh! Aren’t elevators supposed to be faster than stairs? You would take the stairs but you didn’t want to tire your legs out right now. That was for later.

Why is it that when you were in a rush, unlocking your door became harder than trying to sleep after fresh braids?

You finally got the code right, throwing the door open and entering your apartment. You didn’t even remove your heels, tossing your bag on the table next to the door before rushing into the living room where your husband was sitting.

He heard the slam of the door but didn’t move. This was gonna be fun.

He didn’t greet you like he always did, not wanting his friends to know you were home. He just glanced back at you before turning his attention back to the screen

You rounded the couch to stand next to him. Your eyes took in his relaxed frame—he was manspreading(because why wouldn’t he be?)in a pair of shorts and still no shirt. His hair was pushed back with a hair band and looked slightly damp, telling you he had showered after you left. Probably a cold one.

He was wearing his headset too, one side pushed behind his ear. That told you he was definitely playing online with his friends. Normally, you’d convince him to stop playing so that you could have your way with him. You just didn’t really like the idea of Jungkook’s friends hearing you two get it on. Ironic considering you two have fucked in both of his friend’s houses before with them just a room away but that was different! This would be intentionally not trying to hide it. Could you live with that inevitable awkwardness afterwards?

Eh. You’ve sat through worse. Nothing would ever be as awkward as that day when your cousin aired out all of the family business a few thanksgivings ago. Even you spit out your lemonade at hearing that your aunt was lying about who her eldest son’s daddy was. Needless to say, family functions are now a thing of the past.

Toxic family aside, there was someone way less toxic looking delectable below you and you weren’t about to waste the opportunity. Taehyung and Jimin would get over it.

Stepping over his legs, you nestled yourself between his knees, pushing his hands that were settled over his crotch out of the way.

You’d wipe that cheeky smirk off his face.

Grabbing at the band of his shorts, you didn’t even need his help to yank them down, a sudden burst of strength coursing through your veins. His cock was already half hard, the cold air brushing against him making him shiver.

You didn’t even bother trying to stroke him to hardness, leaning forward to engulf his cock in your mouth. You weren’t even trying to get him to cum off head, you just wanted him hard before you rode him until his pelvis collapsed.

You felt his thighs tense under your hands, his own hands still working over his controller that he had moved to hold against his chest. The sound of gunshots and the dialogue of his video game didn’t sound nearly as loud as the sound of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Drool seeped out of the sides of your mouth, dripping down to his balls.

He covered a moan with a cough when you took him all the way to the hilt. Fuck, your mouth felt amazing. He was actually surprised you dropped to your knees when you knew he was online. Then again, he bent you over Taehyung’s bathroom sink less than 2 weeks ago so exhibitionism wasn’t completely off the table for you two. He also knew you hated orgasm denial more than anything unless in an intimate setting. You must have been fuming in the car. He knew from the moment you sent him that “on my way” text that you were going to pounce him. He loved how much you wanted him all the time. It made him feel so loved. And he loved you with everything he had.

You were it for him. He wanted to be with you forever—just basking in your affection and creating some of his happiest memories with you.

The sex was a plus too.

At a harsh suck, he tossed his head back, accidentally letting out a groan.

“You good, man? Stub your toe again?” Taehyung joked.

Jungkook cleared his throat. “Yeah. This coffee table sucks.” He looked down at you, your eyes already focused on him. He had to bite his lip just to prevent another moan from slipping—your eyes were watering, mascara smudging at the edges, mouth stretched around his girth.

You were a dream.

Pulling off his cock, you inhaled a deep breath. Now it was slicked with your spit, pulsing and rock hard. Just how you liked it.

Standing to your feet, you kicked off your heels while lifting your skirt to yank your panties off.

Jungkook watched you with hungry eyes, the tattoo that spread across your thigh making him wanting to sink his teeth into the fat. Maybe later. He used one hand to push his shorts the rest of the way off, kicking them away.

Once your panties were out of the way, you moved back towards him. You pushed his hands out of the way, moving to straddle his lap. Your perfume invaded his senses, his own arousal beginning to overwhelm him. He just wanted to completely wrap himself in you like a blanket.

Reaching behind you, you grabbed his cock, pumping it a few times before lining it up with your clenching entrance.

He had to hold his breath when you began sliding down. You were absolutely soaked, walls feeling tighter than ever. You took in deep breaths, forcing your walls to relax to be able to take him in.

An airy moan came from you once he was fully inside, the curved shaft pressing right into that spot inside of you. You felt like you could cum just from this but that wouldn’t be as satisfying.

“What was that? You aren’t playing a game on your phone too, are you? I will never understand why you do that.” Jimin said with a sigh and Jungkook could picture him shaking his head.

“What are you even doing? You haven’t moved and they’re ambushing us!” Taehyung called.

Jungkook rolled his neck, blinking his eyes a few times to try and focus back on the screen but you were obscuring his view. And what a view you were.

Gripping the couch behind his shoulders, you began a fast pace on his lap, the meeting of your thighs against his lap sounding similar to the gunshots on the television. He quickly disabled his mic, tossing his head back to let out the loudest moan ever. You were right there with him.

“Fuck.” He cursed, abandoning his controller to grip the fat of your ass. He couldn’t even think about this video game right now or the fact that his kill streak was tanking. The way your walls were hugging his cock were driving him crazy. To be honest, he was feeling desperate ever since you left the house. He had to take a cold shower just to will his erection away. He could have jerked off but why would he when he had you? He could suffer for a few hours if it meant you’d come home and ride his dick like this.

One of your hands went to hold the back of his neck, pulling him closer. “I love this cock so fucking much. I’ve been wanting it all day.” You growled in his ear, slamming down on him harder when you felt him land a slap to your ass.

“Yeah?” He breathily said and you could hear that stupid smirk in his voice. “T-then ride it.” Any other time, you would have teased how he stuttered but with your orgasm just a hairs width away, you ignored it. You’d tease him later.

Adjusting yourself until you were balanced on your feet, you began to throw your ass back on his cock—lifting yourself until just the tip was inside and then taking him right back in.

“Jungkook! Jungkook! Where are you? We’re losing!”

“Bro! Throw a grenade or something!”

He ignored the call of his friends, controller long abandoned on the floor, both hands now on your hips to give you help you didn’t need. If anything, it was more to ground himself. Sweat rolled down the back of his neck, the AC doing nothing to cool down his hot skin. The hand at the back of his neck felt like fire, your nails digging into his nape.

You yanked his head back, your own blurry eyes meeting his. His eyelashes fluttered, trying to stay open—he felt so close, like he was about to combust.

He looked so sexy like this; sweaty and breathless, mouth dropped open and eyes unfocused. His neck and chest were splotched in red, chest heaving from exertion.

You could eat him up.

Leaning forward, you latched onto that spot on the side of his neck, biting and sucking at it until a purple marked formed.

“I’m cumming, baby. Gonna cum all over your cock….” You whispered against his throat, that band that’s already been tight the entire day finally about to snap.

Your walls squeezed around him so tightly that it almost hurt, your juices dripping down his shaft and there was no doubt the couch would need to be cleaned.

One of his hands left your hips to wrap around your throat, dark eyes staring directly into yours. His gaze, along with the pressure of his hand squeezing your neck made that band snap, your orgasm hitting you harder than Chicago air in the winter.

Even so, you didn’t stop bouncing on his cock, wanting more and more. Your nails dug into his neck and the couch, mouth dropping open as your eyes rolled in your head. The pleasure traveled up your back and to the tips of your toes, your clit meeting his pelvis with every bounce, the bundle of nerves feeling a thousand times more sensitive than usual.

Jungkook wasn’t too far behind you.

“Oh my god. I’m cumming.”

You continued your pace, ass starting to hurt from where it connected with his thighs but the pain only pushed you harder.

“Fill me up, baby. Give it to me.” A little smile spread across your face, purposefully clenching your walls around him to milk him of his orgasm. Your ran your fingers through his hair, pushing his hairband and headset off until they were just hanging around his neck.

His eyes closed, his orgasm finally washing over him. Both the hand on your throat and the one on your hip gripping you tightly. The lack of air pushed you right into another orgasm, this one just as powerful as your first. Your legs shook from the force, your bounces slowing to a stop and your knees meeting the cushions of the couch.

Jungkook groaned, finally opening his eyes. “Did you just cum again?”

A new surge of energy rushed over him, the urge to cum again clouding him. Reaching for your blouse, he ripped it open, the buttons popping off.

“Jungkook!” You squealed but he ignored you, pulling the insulting fabric off your arms and tossing it on the floor. That left you in your bra, the cups holding the fullness of your breasts in the best of ways. His hands went to the latch on your back, undoing it with practiced ease. You helped him remove it, your nipples hardening once the cool air hit them. You also took his headset off his neck, placing it on the couch next to you.

He cupped both of them in his hands, squishing them together. He hummed, burying his face in the soft flesh and motor boating you. You giggled at his antics, running your fingers through his hair.

“I love these.” He sucked both of your nipples into his mouth, a shiver going down your spine. “You’re so sexy.” He nipped and licked at the supple skin, sucking at it harshly so he could see the bruises against your dark skin.

You began moving your hips against him again, humming as slight overstimulation melted back into pleasure.

“Feels so good. I love your cock.”

“I know you do. You’re gripping me so tight.” He murmured against your nipples, his eyes lifting to look at you.

Your legs felt a bit weak so all you could manage was a gentle bounce but that wasn’t enough for Jungkook right now.

Abandoning your breasts, he moved to grip at your ass again, helping you move back and forth on his cock. Your back arched, chest pressing closer to his face, his mouth still licking at your nipples.

You moaned as his shaft stroked at your walls, your cunt feeling sensitive but you still wanted more.

“Baby….more.”

Grabbing you by your ass, he hauled you up and stood to his feet. Your arms went around his shoulders, legs draped over his elbows.

Now this was your absolute favorite position. His cock hit you in all the right spots like this and the display of strength made you wetter than ever.

“Ready?” He asked.

You hugged him tighter. “Fuck me, baby.”

Getting a good grip on your ass, he began fucking you back and forth on his cock, this position causing the head of his cock to read even deeper inside of you. The pace he set was brutal, his own hips moving to meet you, fingers digging harshly into your ass.

“Oooooo….fffff-shit! Jungkook!” Your nails dug into his shoulders, toes curling at the euphoric pleasure.

“That’s right. Say my name. Whose fucking pussy is this?” His gruff voice growled in your ear. You moaned his name, syllables slurring together as your brain turned to mush. You were so close again already.

“Fuck! This fucking pussy is so good.” He tossed his head back, moving you harder against him, your walls trying to suck him back in with every thrust.

Your legs dangled uselessly over his arms, head lolling weakly against his shoulder. He could feel drool wetting his shoulder. It gave him a boost of confidence. Let him know he was fucking you stupid, just how he liked it.

“I’m cumming again.” You warned breathlessly, your hot breath blowing over his neck.

He didn’t need you to announce that, already feeling your walls tighten around him.

“Do it. Cum on my cock, princess.” As if his words were a trigger to your body, you came around him, letting out a high whine. “Good girl.”

He slowed his hips to a stop, ignoring your whine of discontent. He lowered your legs to the ground, holding you up when your knees buckled.

“Turn around.” He said but didn’t really wait for you to follow, flipping you around himself. Placing a hand on the back of your neck, he bent you at the waist, kicking your legs apart. You reached up to place your hand over his, the other going to your knee.

He pumped his cock a few times, lining himself up with your entrance and pushing inside. You sighed.

Grabbing your skirt that was still around your waist and keeping the other hand on the back of your neck, he began moving his hips. Your head dropped forward, nails digging into your own skin as his cock bullied your walls.

“Oh my god, yes baby. Harder.” You moaned.

He obliged, moving his other hand to your shoulder and beginning to piston his hips in and out of you. His eyes were mesmerized by how your ass rippled against his pelvis. He could feel that pressure building in his lower tummy again.

Using his grip on you, he pulled your upper body up until your back was pressed against his chest. His hand went back around your throat, using his fingers to turn your head to the side so that he could kiss you. Your hands went to grip at both sides of his hips, digging your nails there.

Mouth hanging open, you stuck out your tongue to silently ask for something you wanted.

And of course, he knew exactly what you needed.

Gathering saliva in his mouth, he spit directly on your tongue. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, swallowing his spit and then opening your mouth again to let out a scream. He could feel your walls gripping him so tight that he had to slow down.

“Fuck. You dirty slut. You like when I spit in your mouth?” He laid a slap on the side of your thigh. Splaying his hand across your belly, he forced his way through your clenching walls. He started his pace right back up, feeling himself get closer and closer.

You began throwing your ass back against him, bringing your hand down to rub at your clit. Your fingers paired with his hand around your throat, his cock jamming into your sweet spot and the rush from him spitting in your mouth propelled you right into the strongest orgasm of your life.

Your vision spotted black, ears ringing, and muscles seizing as hot white pleasure vibrated across your entire body. Your fingers didn’t stop against your clit, the pleasure never ending.

Jungkook was also right there again, gripping you tight enough to bruise, he buried himself to the hilt, stuffing you full of his cum.

He fell back against the couch, bringing you down with him. Your body felt like jelly, energy drained and eyelids threatening to fall closed.

You felt Jungkook kiss your neck. “You okay?”

“Perfect. That felt so good.”

“Was it worth the wait?” You felt him smile against your skin, massaging at your sore legs.

“So worth it. I should go to work horny more often.”

“I agree.” His hand sneakily went between your legs to slap at your clit. You jumped at the sensation, whining and pushing his hand away.

“Stop. You menace.” He chuckled but relented, going back to massaging your sore body.

You two sat in silence for a little while, just basking in the afterglow and falling into a light doze. Jungkook forced himself to stay away, knowing he had to haul both of you to the bath.

He looked up at the television, realizing his game was still on. The screen told him that he was still online, just in the waiting room for another round.

Wait a second….

He reached for his headset on the couch, flipping it over, eyes widening at the green light that told him his mic was on. You must have accidentally turned it back on when you took it off him. Then that meant…..

Putting it back on his head, he softly said, “hyung?”

“Dude, you and your wife are freaks.” Taehyung said, sounding a little breathless.

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Why didn’t you go offline? You didn’t have to listen.”

“Your wife has a spit kink? That’s hot.” That was Jimin.

“You too? I didn’t take you as a voyeur.” Jungkook joked. Yes he did. Even Jimin’s partner knew that. Jungkook’s heard one too many of Jimin’s drunken stories of him and his partner’s escapades.

“Oh yeah. Remember when you two fucked in Taehyung’s bathroom 2 weeks ago? My partner and I were walking by. It was hot.”

“Wait what? You did what in my bathroom?”

“I gotta go. Bye.”

“Jeon Jungkook!”

[ohtobeleah]

NOT ALL THREE EVENTS IN THE SAME UPDATE LEAH I WON'T BLOODY SURVIVE!!!

EEEPPPP IM SORRYYY! I couldn't help myself. I actually shocked myself with this one. Like damn--BUT, anyway! There’s the Masterlist if you’ve forgotten to follow along!

Warnings: Mentions of smut, domestic violence, mentions of a weapon.

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Bradley doesn't stay the night although you wished he had. He goes home to his far too empty home he wishes was as lively and as loud and homely as Jakes. He’s waiting for the all important answer he hopes is a yes–laying awake looking up at the ceiling fan that goes round and round on a medium setting. 

Bradley falls asleep thinking about you, thinking about what it would be like to share his bed with you on a permanent basis. Share a home and a life and all the trials and tribulations that come with committing yourself fully to another person and their subsequent mini me. 

He wants this, he wants all of this. He wants you and Odette and the chaos that comes with you. He wants the laughter and the tears and the addiction to caffeine you stubbornly reject you have. He wants to take all your worry and all your heartbreak and he wants to be a role model for Dot. he wants to be your rock, your best friend, your partner in crime and in life. He's found his person, he knows it. 

“You’re really gonna make me work for this aren't ya guys?” Bradley mumbles to himself in the dead of the still night as he tucks a hand under his pillow and kinks his head to look at the photo he has on his bedside table of his parents. They’re both so in love in the photo Bradley cherishes as one of his prized positions, all he wants is that love. “Couldn't have just let me get the girl without an ensuing crisis?” 

Bradley knows he's talking to himself, it's so quiet he can hear the crickets chirping outside, but he knows his parents are out there, looking down at him with smug smirks plastered on their faces because their boy is head over heels in love. 

“Yeah, thanks guys, your real ones for this, honestly.” Bradley Bradshaw just wants you and everything that is you and comes with you. 

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“Psst–” Jakes alarm hadnt even gone off yet. “Psst–Jake?” In his dream he thinks he's on a boat somewhere, being rocked about on the choppy sea. “Dickhead, wake up!” It's the slight snack to the forehead that's ever so rudely drawing him from his slumber and back to reality, his room is still hard, it can't even be five in the morning. 

“What! What, who the fucks dying Y/n?” Jake grumbles as he grabs the pillow next to him, draws it under his arm and rolls over. He doesn't appreciate it when you rip the pillow out from under his head, sending his skull crashing down against the mattress with a thud. “What is your issue!” He's snapping, sitting up with a huff as the covers fall down around his waist. 

“I thought I heard something outside.” Immediately, all Jake's anger from being woken up in the middle of the night, resolves as his shoulders slump and he rubs a hand down his face. Yawning when he actually sees the time, three. It’s three in the goddamn morning. 

“Alright, alright–” Jakes getting up without another word, he doesn't feel like it's necessary to press you further for an explanation, he knows why you’re on edge. “But just so you know.” There's a second where Jake stands with you in the darkness of his room that he sees the girl who’d smoke weed on the fence down by the back of the yards and spend weekends sleeping on his floor on a blow up mattress. He stills sees her, only instead of a mattress on his floor you're in his spare room, with a daughter near as beautiful as you. Jake sticks his finger into your sternum, growling because it's far too early to be awake and you both know it. “Wake me up like that again and i'm using your toothbrush to clean the toilet–” 

“Thanks—“ Jake was expecting some sort of comeback, some witty remark he knew you’d be good for. But when you met his threat with a meek one word, sleep laced reply? All Jake could do was bring your head closer to his by wrapping his hand around the back of your head. His lips pressing against your forehead for a few seconds. “I really do think I heard something.” 

“I believe you.” Was all Jake said when he pulled away, switching on the light in the hall as you followed him out. “Come on, if anything it’s probably just the guys next door.” He was doing his best to calm your nerves. “You know how they like to dick around—come home all hours of the night before they barely make it in the front door.” Jake's bedroom and your own were upstairs, the staircase, which was only two flights if anything, seemed all the more daunting when you knew what you heard wasn't the familiar sounds of next door coming home late and messing around. 

“I know.” Was all you said in response as you fumbled down the stairs behind Jake, gripping in the elastic of his shorts that hung low in his broad hips. “Just didn't sound like a sound that I usually hear.” Jake looked around the entryway, his feet solid on the hardwood floor of the first level of his house. He could feel your breathing down his neck as you stood on the first stair of the staircase. “Shhh–” You tapped Jake's shoulder. There it was. “Did you hear that?” 

“Well if you'd stop talking for five seconds Fe, maybe I'd hear something.” Jake snapped, he was just tired, he wanted to help but god he wished he was in bed. 

“Jake–” You heard it again, it sounded like someone was walking along the front patio. Heavy footsteps loitering in a place they weren't supposed to. Jake's ears pricked up when he heard it too, frowning as he took a few steps towards the front door, dragging you with him as you gripped his wrist, trying to stop him. “No stop, there's seriously someone out there–” 

“Yeah and if there is it's three in the morning and they sho–” There wasn't much time to process what was going on before Jake was dive-bombing you into the floor. Sheltering you with his entire body as glass shattered all throughout the entryway. “Fuck!” 

If you took a left at the bottom of the stairs, there was Jake's living room. If you took a right at the bottom of the stairs, you'd make your way into the dinning area and kitchen. In the entryway? Two thin windows boarded the front door. They were both frosted, but the light that would come through really opened up the space. 

“Holy shit what the fuck was that?” Your eyes were as wide as sources as Jake hovered over you, protective arms on either side of you as he noticed the small cut on your cheek, probably from a piece of glass. Looking to his left, Jake saw the brick sitting in the middle of the foyer. Surrounded with broken frosted shards of glass. 

“Don't move.” Was all Jake said as he moved off of you to inspect the foreign object that shouldn't have been in his house. Turning it over, Jake couldn't believe his eyes when he saw what was written on the bike in red paint. ‘Whore’ turning the brick back over, Jake did the once over as you sat up amongst the glass. “You alright?” 

“I'm good.” You didn't know what else to say. “It was him wasn't it.” Jake didn't know what to say to you as he watched your gaze fall to the brick in his hand. “Who else would throw a brick through your window at three in the morning.” 

“We don't know it was him alright, just–” Jake knew it was Jaidyn, but he was going to deal with it in the morning. There was nothing he could do about it at three in the morning. “Go grab Odette, sleep in my bed the rest of the night.” 

“Where are you gonna sleep?” Jake Seresin would be the first person to admit he’d been a selfish man before. He’d put his needs before others on a number of occasions and he damn well knew that. His friends, especially the ones he flew with, would be the first to tell you how unreasonable egotistical Jake could be. But, when Jake saw your fingers dart up against the small cut in your cheek to wipe some of the blood that had escaped—he knew there wasn’t a length he wouldn’t go to, a corner on earth he wouldn’t walk to in order to keep you safe. 

There was nothing more important to Jake Seresin than his best friend. There was nothing more important to him than his best friend’s daughter. 

“I'm not gonna sleep.” It was the honest truth. Jake knew he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep after this. “I'm gonna clean this mess up and see if I can find something in the garage to board that window panel up.” Reaching out to help you up, Jake groaned as his knees cracked. “If you can’t sleep just watch TV, but stay upstairs.” 

“I should probably help you clean up.” There was some level of shock in your voice, Jake could hear it. Your voice quivered when you dropped your head again to look at the mess around your feet. 

“Y/n?” With a fingertip to your chin, Jake forced you to look up at him—in the eyes that met his was a look of fear, a look of genuine panic. You were terrified. If this was Jaidyns minor what was his end game. What lengths was he willing to go? 

“Yeah?” But what Jaidyn wasn’t counting on was the lengths Jake Seresin would go to in response. 

“I wasn’t asking you, I was telling you.” Jake hissed, his teeth gritted as he clenched his jar, holding back the urge to run out the front door and met Jaidyn as his own—fuck him up beyond the point of return.  “Go get your daughter and sleep in my room.” 

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“Rooster, I'm telling you, I'm gonna kill him.” There's a lot that goes into getting Odette Dolan ready for daycare. Jake considers himself a pro when he's out the door with a whole five minutes to spare. Jakes strapping his favorite little girl into her booster seat that's nestled in the back of the car he’s borrowing from Penny. “He threw a brick through my goddamn window!” 

“It could have been worse Jake, at least the three of you are alright.” Bradley, at this very moment in time, had to be the one who kept his composure. If he riled Jake up enough he was worried he'd actually commit a crime. “How was Fe this morning?” Rooster had an early start, same as you, he'd been on base for the better half of two hours before Jake had even gotten himself out the front door. You had been gone even longer, a crisp five am start did not bode well after your three in the morning fright.

“Quiet.” Jake replied, Bradley could hear it in Jake's voice that he was holding the phone up against his ear and shoulder while strapping Odette into her booster chair. “What a low life honestly, he's lucky I didn't beat his damn door down and ring his neck.” 

“Alright, easy up Al Capone we’ll deal with it.” Bradley sighed into the phone as he took a bite of the blueberry muffin he'd picked up at the little coffee cart that usually opened far too early. “Just get Dot to daycare before you have an aneurysm. I'll stop by the workshop and see how she's doing.” 

“Kay, but I’m not happy man.” Jake was furious, he always knew ever since you showed up at his doorstep near dead just what Jaidyn was capable of but for some reason it seemed as though everything had been a figment of his own imagination. He’d never seen it play out before–until there was a brick in his foyer with the word whore written in red sitting amongst a sea of shattered glass. Noone got to call you a whore, no one but him that was, in the most loving way you could ever call your sister a whore. And more importantly, no one got throw a fucking brick through his window without consequence. “Odette could have been hurt, Y/n could have been hurt, I’m gonna stab him in the eye–” 

“You are not bro.” Rooster laughed, saunting his way into your workshop, sending you a soft wave when he caught you at your desk, a hard boiled egg half way in your mouth. “I gotta go, kiss Dot for me.” 

“Bye Tooster, love you handsome.” Jake replied teasingly before he hung up. Turning his attention to clipping Dot up. “Right, off to daycare we go.” Jake loved his drop off days. Tuesdays and Thursdays you'd start at the ass crack of dawn–leaving Jake to get your little girl to daycare. “Don't tell Mama but I put an extra babybel cheese in your snack box because I know you like those and those cucumbers just aren't gonna cut it, are they?”

“Nope.” Dot cooed, smiling back at her uncle Jake like he hung all the stars in the night sky just for her. “I dont tell.” Watching with a cheesy grin as Dot beamed up at him, Jake's heart melted. He’d lay his life down for you and your daughter any day of the week. “Mamma don't know.” 

“You and your mama are gonna be the death of me kid.” Jake chuckled as he double checked the buckles that kept Dot strapped in, ruffling her hair before he shut the door. “The goddamn death of me.” 

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“I'd offer to share my muffin but you seem pretty content with that egg Fe.” Bradley Bradshaw had never found you more attractive than he did when he saw you sitting at your worship desk eating a few hard boiled eggs for breakfast. He’d seen you naked, he’d held you in the most intimate of ways, but this sight right before his very eyes had topped the cake. Leaning in to wrap his arm around your shoulders as he kissed the top of your head. “Morning beautiful, heard you had a pretty interesting night?” 

“Oh god–” Rolling your eyes as you spoke with a mouth full of egg–you held a hand over your mouth to keep some of your dignity intact. “I didnt wanna be a bother Rooster, I would have called but–” 

“No need to explain–” Braldey understood, you didn't need to explain the ins and outs of your thought process. “I'm just glad you're okay.”it was a simple comment, but it made your heart skip a beat inside your chest. Smile butterfly-like movements made your stomach growl and you weren't sure if it was because you were starving or if Bradley had made your stomach do backflips. “Just got off the phone with Hangman, he's running early for daycare drop off, for once.” 

“Far out he was fuming, I swear I saw smoke coming out his ears at one point.” You teased, stifling a chuckle as you rolled your eyes and took another bite of your egg. Consuming the rest of it before wiping your hands on your overalls. “Will you be careful up there today?” Your voice was soft as you turned on your stool, allowing Braldey to stand between your legs as you wrapped your arms around his waist, drawing him close. “If Jaidyns throwing bricks through windows I'm sure he's gonna be just as manic in the sky as he is on the ground.” 

“I dunno if he’ll even get a chance to get up today if Jake gets a hold of the guy.” Bradley cooed, cupping your face between his hands. It made you laugh, genuinely. Although you feared for everyone around you and your own safety, the way Jake and Bradley were handling the situation just made you all the more confident in the fact this was where you were meant to be. “So, I'm not pressing eggy–” Lingering between his statement and his question, Bradley placed a gentle kiss against your lips as he tilted your chin up. “But have you given any more thought as to if you wanna ditch your current roomie?” 

“I thought I didn't even have to give you an answer?” You had already decided what you wanted to do, but that didn't mean it was the right thing to do. For once in your life though you wanted to do something you wanted to do, give into temptation. Working to slide your hands promiscuously down the small of Roosters back, trailing your nails down his ass. Watching with a wild smirk as drank in the expression Bradley gave you. One of lust and desire. “Or are you that obsessed with me you need to hear me say i'll move in with you Braldey Bradshaw.” 

“I was really hoping that that was going to be your answer–” Bradley was beaming ear to ear as he leaned in to take your lips hostage, moaning into your touch as you squeezed his ass cheeks playfully. “Because already emptied a bedside table for you baby.” 

“That's so hot.” Teasing, couldn't break the kiss even if you wanted to. Bradleys hands were roaming your body as your tongue danced with his. Standing between your legs he was quick to start undoing the buttons on your overalls. “Talk dirty to me more Bradshaw.”

“I'll even let you have your own rack in the shower–” Your hands made the journey from Rooster's ass to his chest, slowly undoing the buttons that kept his flight suit together. One by one you made your way down his chest–still drinking him in like he was the oxygen you needed to breathe. “If you're lucky.”

“Rooster–” The only thing that had Bradley stopping his assault on your mouth was the fact he wanted to give the little spot that sat right under your ear a little attention. Leaving marks up and down your neck as he did so, moving his hand between your legs, spreading them further apart as he stood as close to you as he possibly could. “Bradley!” It made you squeal when Bradleys hand came to rest against your core through your overalls, damn those fucking work overalls, they really were functional for all the wrong reasons right now.

“Yeah baby?” Rooster smirked against your neck as he felt all the blood rushing from his head down south, suddenly his boxer briefs had never felt so tight. 

“I really wanna fuck you right now.” You whispered as you turned to kiss Braldeys earlobe, pulling it between your teeth before letting go. “But I wouldn't wanna damage government property on government grounds.” For the first time in a long time, Bradley Bradshaw felt like a teenager, looking around in a frenzy to see if anyone was around out on the tarmac or walking towards your workshop. 

“There's not a soul in sight Y/n.” Bradleys cheeks were flushed red, he’d never been so needy before, your touch drove him crazy like he’d been deprived of touch his entire life. “Come on, i'll have sex with you, you wanna wanna have sex with me? There's a perfectly good couch right there–” 

“As much as I'd love to have sex with you at work, Bradshaw, I finish my break in two minutes.” 

“I only need one, come on–” Bradley had you up over his shoulder in three seconds, running you over towards the couch as you laughed and beamed as bright as you could. To you this was all the love you ever needed. 

“Rooster! All the blood in my body is rushing to my head! Put me down!” 

“Uh—am I interrupting something?” Phoenix chuckled as she made herself known. “I mean I can always come back later?” Bradley froze, still holding you over his shoulder as you slumped, letting your arms hang low. “But I kinda need Felix to check my oxygen valve.” 

“Sure Tash.” You sighed, wiggling out of Bradley’s grasp as he crouched. “Rooster, put me down baby I gotta get back to work.” It was with nothing but a reluctant sigh that Bradley did as he was told. 

“We can pick this up tonight back at our place can’t we?” It was a simple question that held so much promise. Bradley Bradshaw had never felt so whole before. Looking at the shock that plastered itself across your face, he knew he’d said something unintentionally. “What? What’s wrong?” 

“You said Our place?” He’d said it without hesitation, that’s what had really shocked you the most. “Don’t you mean your place?” 

“Well no Baby, if you’re going to be moving in of course it’s gonna be our place.” Bradley beamed, kissing your temple before to swallowed the reality he’d be walking around base with blue balls all day. “I’ll see ya later Fe.” 

“Bye—“ You chuckled, softly tapping Rooster on the ass as he turned on his heels. 

“I hate you and your bad timing—“ Bradley stopped to groan at Phoenix, adjusting himself as he did his Flight Suit up. 

“You’ll thank me later when you aren’t served a cease and desist.” 

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“Oh we’re getting big aren’t we darling girl.” As soon as Jake had Dot out of the car and settled on his hip with her purple backpack strapped around his shoulder, Jake's heart dropped when he saw Jaidyn leaning against the brickwork of the entryway of SunnySide Daycare. “Shit—“

“I tried to wait in the front office but the bitch behind the counter told me I wasn’t welcome.” Jaidyn growled as he pushed off the wall, making his way over to Jake as he held Odette a little tighter. Feeling her hand grip at the collar of his flight suit.

“What are you doing here?” With all the strength he had, Jake was civil. He couldn’t start an argument here, not in front of his nieces daycare centre even if every bone in his body was letting him to fuck this guys shit up. 

“I wanted to see my daughter, you know—the one you and that Bradshaw guy keep playing pass the parcel with.” Jaidyn spat as he tried to reach for Dot, Jake just turned his hip, making sure the distance between the man who never wanted Dot in the first place and herself was of adequate proportion. “I’m still her father, Seresin.” 

“Oh yeah? In whose fun house mirror?” Jake smirked as Odette held him a little tighter, she didn’t know her dad to be a good man. The world could be a scary place for such a small human being and she really didn’t know all that much being two. But what Dot did know though was that she felt in danger around Jaidyn Dolan. “She was never your daughter and never will be.” 

“Yeah I always had my fucking suspicions about you.” This wasn’t the time nor the place to be having a confrontation, not wanting to entertain it any longer Jake just sighed, readjusted Odette on his hip before pushing past Jaidyn to make his way into the daycare. Only for Jaidyn to try and reef Odetter from Jake's grip, stopping him in his tracks as Jake turned with wide eyes in shock horror. “SHE'S MY DAUGHTER!” 

“AND YET SHE'S TERRIFIED OF YOU! I'M THE ONE SHE TRUSTS!” Odette hated when those she loved raised their voices around her, her tears felt like acid to Jake as he heard her begin to cry and grip him tighter after she'd nearly been ripped from the safety of his arms. 

“Your mother is poisoning you against me sweetheart.” Jaidyn cooed as he tried to reach out and brush Dots head. She turned her face into Jake's shoulder as she tried to bury herself into him. “Daddy misses you princess, but i'll get you back baby, daddys gonna get you back.” 

“Jaidyn, I swear to Christ am not I’m not doing this with you here—“ Jake mumbled under his breath as he pushed the front door open. “Hi Melissa, can you call the cops for me?” Jake asked as he walked in, his eyes immediately meeting the woman who’d been there when you’d first enrolled Odette. An older woman who’d immediately had a soft spot for you and your little girl. “Tell them that there’s a guy in the parking lot who’s a danger to others.” Jake tried to keep his composure as he handed Dot over to one of the early educators who had been watching from the window.

“Should we call her mother?” He didn’t quite catch her name as he shook his head no. Passing over the purple bag. 

“I’ve got it covered, as long as he doesn’t come in the building I wouldn’t bother her about it, she’d only worry.” Jake smiled, crouching down to eye level with Odette as she stood holding the ladies hand. Looking at Jake all kinds of confused. “Have a good day Dotty, remember, that extra babybel stays between you and me, alright?” 

“Otay Jakey—“ Dot nodded, ever the good little girl she’d raised to be. Heading off with her early educators all the while Jake cracked his neck and clenched his jaw and wondered if this dickhead was really worth doing time over. 

“Lieutenant Seresin the police are on their way over.” Melissa croaked out as she watched Jake storm out the front doors, pushing his palm against the glass like it wouldn't buckle under his strength. 

“Bet shes not even fucking mine!” Jaidyn scoffed out as Jake approached him once again, now childless. “That fucking whore was probably fucking you on the side the entire time we were together.” it hadnt been the first time Jake had heard that accusation, but it had been a few years since the last time when his own mother had asked if the two of you had ever slept together. The answer always remained the same, no. “She always spoke so highly of you, like you were a fucking god amongst men, well guess what! I ain't letting you play daddy to my little girl!” One thing that really made Jake's blood boil to no end was the fact Jaidyn had the audacity to claim Odette as his daughter when he never wanted her in the first place. 

“If only Odette were to be that lucky.” Jake was quick to retaliate the claims Jaidyn spat. “My biggest regret was introducing her to you, you fucking cunt of a thing.” It wasn't that Jake had planned on starting an all out brawl in front of Odette Dolans daycare centre, but the opportunity had presented itself to him on a silver platter. Shoving at Jaidyns chest just to watch broad shoulders man stumble back a little. “You’re lucky you're not already in a hospital somewhere breathing through a goddamn tube!” 

“Careful there Jakey boy, we wouldn't want you tarnishing that golden boy aesthetic you've got going on.” It was as if a switch inside Kaidyn had flipped, the manically smirk he wore had been something Jake had never bore witness to. He, for even just a brief moment–was afraid of the lengths Jaidyn would go to in the car park of his daughter's daycare. “I should have gotten rid of you when I had the chance.” Any intention to start a war now was out the window, Jake was only planning on roughing him up a little bit. 

But when Jake saw the undeniable shine of a knife slip down after being concealed in Jaidyns flight suit, Jake backed off quicker than he would have liked to admit. This was far more serious than he ever thought it was. Sure you'd told him time and time again just how unhinged he was and how if he had the chance he'd kill you, but Jake for some reason thought that was impossible now that you were here in North Island surrounded by people who loved you and who would protect you. 

“Is that a threat?” Jake replied as he stepped back, tucking his sleeves up to his elbows. “Because if I didn't know any better I'd say that was a threat.” How this guy had been able to keep this level of physiopathy from the Navy Jake had no idea. The super glue Jaidyn must have used to keep his mask on tight needed more publicity. “But before you do anything stupid, Zeus, just so were ont he same page here–” Jake could see the police car rolling slowly into the car park behind where Jaidyn stood. “You will have to walk over my dead body to get anywhere near Odette, or Y/n.” 

“Mate, that can easily be arranged.” Jake didn't know what was happening until it was already happening, Jaidyn was coming at him with a common grade kitchen knife. With fight of flight kicking in, Jake ducked, sending Jaidyn over his shoulder and onto the gravel. “Fuck you Seresin.” 

“I'm out of your league.” Jake replied as he straddled Jaidyns waist, laying a few heavy hitters against his face, blooding his knuckles as the knife laid discarded under a nearby car.  He’d lost it, he was in it now. Blinded by a rage so dark it almost felt like Jake had tunnel vision as his fist came down against Jaidyns face. He knew this was what the guy wanted, but so be it for a few seconds of guilt free revenge. 

“Hey! HEY!” With arms pulling him up and off Jaidyn, Jake looked over his shoulder and saw two men in uniform. The police officers. For a moment Jake really did think they were just pulling him off Jaidyn to give him a breather, but when they didn't let up–Jake frowned. 

“Woah! Woah what are you doing!” Before Jake could even register what was truly happening, or the trap he;d fallen into, He was being pressed up against the back of the police car, with his hand pulled up and around the small of his back. “He had a fucking knife! The call was about him!” The cooling sensation of metal handcuffs kissed Jake's wrists as shock flooded his system. Holy shit this wasnt fucking happening. 

“Sorry Seresin, guess I'll tell the admirals you’ll be a little late this morning?” Jaidyn hissed as he spat a glob of blood onto the ground, his teeth were all bloodied which made his maniacal smile all the more gut churning as Jake looked at him with nostrils flaring and a clenched jaw over his shoulder. “I'll be sure to press charges.” With a wink, Jaidyn dusted himself off before leaving the scene, seemingly unrattled by the police officers who let him walk away with ease. This was what was wrong with the justice system. 

“This is such bullshit! He came at me with a knife!” with panic lacing his voice and a ball of fear caught in his throat, jake watched as Jaidyn made his way to his car, he watched as some o the early educators came out to see what all the fuss was about, he saw the looks on their faces and his heart sank into his chest. “Don't call Y/n!” He shouted. “Don't call her!” 

“Sir you have the right to remain silent, anything you said can be used against you in the court of law.” The police officer who had Jake restrained against the hood of the car reminded him with a gruff tone, clearly not amused by the Naval Aviator's actions. Jake had fucked up, he knew it. He shouldn't have played into Jaidyns game. 

“Fuck–!” 

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The lyrics to Hilltop Hoods “OOFT” played through your speakers as you worked on the F-14 that still sat in one of your bays. Standing underneath the fossil you teased Captain Mitchell about on a regular basis, you heard footsteps approaching from behind as you stifled a giggle thinking it was Bradley. 

“Back already?” It had only been about an hour since Rooster left with his tail between his legs and a hard on that was throbbing. “I'm busy Bradshaw, cut a girl some slack.” 

“Well if Bradshaws being a bother baby I can see he won't come near you ever again.” Your entire body shivered as Jaidyns' voice cut through the song lyrics. “Just say the words.” Turning around to face your ex, you held in a shaky breath, holding your ground because you were at work right, he wouldn't pull a stunt at work. “I miss you–” 

“Yeah, because throwing a brick through someone's window just screens take me back, doesn't it Jaidyn.” You couldn't have rolled your eyes any harder if you tried to as you pushed past him. “Listen, I don't feel comfortable being alone with you in my workshop, so unless you need something, I'd rather you leave me to work in peace.” 

“I do need something.” Jaidyn replied as he followed you back to your desk like a lost puppy. “I need you back, I need my girls.” 

“That's rich.” You said it just loud enough that you could hear it, but Jaidyn only heard you mumble. “I'm not interested, and as for seeing your daughter I don’t think that's a good idea without getting a lawyer involved.” 

“Let me guess, you're not interested because you've shacked up with that Rooster guy, haven't you?” You could feel the atmosphere around you shifting, Jaidyn knew he made you nervous, so standing a little too close inside your personal space gave him the advantage he needed. “And fuck a lawyer you self richious bitch, thats my daughter just as much as she is yours and if I wanna see her I have every right to.” 

“I'm at work Lieutenant Dolan, this isn't the place to be doing–” Jaidyn didn't let you finish before he was slapping you across the cheek at full force. So hard it made your head go with the force of the back of his hand. In shock you squealed, bringing your hand up to cup your burning cheek as your jaw remained slack. “I tried to tell Jake that this morning, but he didn't quite get the memo.” 

“What did you do to Jake!” You hissed as you turned back to face your ex, he’d begun to back you up against the nearest wall, a blood lust evanent in his dark eyes. “Jaidyn where the fuck is Jake–”  When your back hit the wall and Jaidyns arms came to grip at your forearms, pressing his thumb into the pressure points in your biceps, you hissed. “Ow–Ow you're hurting me.” 

“You know, I'm getting pretty sick of the way you're acting.” It wasn't a tone you were unfamiliar with, but it didn't make it any easier to listen to. “I really do miss you sweetheart, take me back.” Jaidyn was on another planet if he thought you were going to take him back after everything he’d done to you, but that was always the way, wasn't it, with narcissistic assholes like him? 

“I don't wanna be with you–” You sobbed, feeling Jaidyns hot lips against your neck as he leaned in. “Get off me!” 

“You know I really do feel for that Bradshaw guy.” Jaidyn sighed as he felt him sink his teeth into your neck. “He doesn't know what he got himself into with you, does he?” You couldn't hold back your tears as you silently sobbed. Jaidyns hand roaming your body, bringing flashbacks with them. You could feel yourself falling through the cracks, like discarded cigarette ash. “He doesn't know how to take care of you like I do and I really, really wouldn't want to see him get hurt–” You felt it before you saw it. The sharp point of some sort of knife pressing into your side. “So I'm gonna ask you one more time sweetheart.” Hot tears streamed down your cheeks freely and without hesitation as you tried to stop your bottom lip from quivering.

“Take me back?”

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[blacklegsanjiii]

Hii i wanted to share my thoughts on the soulmate for Oisín Sanji if thats alright

I voted for Zoro myself (even thought honestly they would all be sweet/funny) but i think the situation with Zoro is the funniest like-

imagine all your life till this point youve been training the be the greatest swordsman of them all and you has your eyes set on this one guy all this time and also in the back of your head youre aware he has a kid thats around your age (based on the wanted posters when they stopped updating) and you see it as someone to help you get closer to your end goal

Que you becoming a pirate and later meeting this pretty asshole of a cook who you quickly become head over heels for when he shows his spark when fighting, he's your equal and you havent had that since your best friend died

And then you find out he is the kid of your rival but somehow instead of it being heartbreaking it only makes it better because even in the time you didnt know, he takes care of your swords with so much love and care, he helps you get a proper swordsman diet like he has done it a thousand times already and- he has a swordsmans soulmate mark!!!

Idk i just think zosan for this would be very funny but at the same time very sweet (love sick Zorooo 💥💥 he loves his spicy boy friend)

But i also think it would give mihawk a giant headache so thats also funny

No, no I get it. Trust me. It is the funniest option but also gives Mihawk the largest headache-especially if Zoro never connects the dots fully until they meet up on Karai Bari. BUT BEFORE THAT???

Zoro who hasn't had a decent match since Kuina died. He's had his eyes set on Hawkeye since he was a kid and joined the dojo and wanted to be the best since. Not because Hawkeye was the best then-he wasn't but everyone knew he would be and he had a kid around his age and the kid has a twirly brow with a dumb name. Then the posters stop updating and Hawkeye becomes a warlord then Kuina dies. He takes Wado and leaves to fulfill his and Kuina's dreams. He becomes a bounty hunter because he needs the money and the roads and islands keep moving on him. He keeps his eyes out for the guy around his age who could be Mihawk's kid. Then he gets tied up in a marine base and is freed by a guy who wants him to become a pirate. He agrees. They get a crew, a navigator and then a liar/sharpshooter and when they get to this fish restuarant? Sure he loses to Mihawk and gets bisected and the prettiest guy he ever saw is yelling at him to give up his dream but he doesn't die. It's fine, it's fine~. He's alive and the blond guy is hot and he can kick ass and he doesn't use swords.

Also the blond guy's name is Sanji and Zoro doesn't use his name at all. He is whatever nickname Zoro calls him in that moment. He's an equal and Zoro tells him all about his plans to find Hawkeye's kid when it's time for a rematch and draw him out to a duel, twirly always laughs at him for it, keeps saying it's a one way ticket to dying. He says it with a dopey smile though. He cares for Zoro's swords when he's on bedrest and isn't allowed to move, doing so anyway despite Chopper's protests. Also they know they're so soulmates, Zoro's whole back covered in blue and fish. Sanji's shoulder braided like the hilt of Wado Ichimonji and just as beautiful. Zoro wishes he knew what Oisín's soulmark looks like because it would be so much easier to find him.

After Sabaody when he's on Kuriagana and wishing he could have been there for his captain but he's training against his dream, with the man who holds his dream and it's good. Even if ghost girl is there and he's away from his soulmate. When he asks Mihawk where his kid is and Perona is curious because he never came to warlord meetings with the kid. Mihawk is like 'yes, that was part of the deal I made becoming a warlord, they would stop updating his bounties. As for his current location, no idea.' because he has his own dream and he's not taking his father's mantle, doesn't want it. Zoro yells that he's no help and Mihawk asks if he wants to follow suit of the people who tried to take his son before him, just because he's stronger doesn't mean he's strong enough yet. Zoro takes massive offense to this.

When they get back together and are leaving Sabaody Zoro is absolutely complaining about this to Sanji despite saying he's stronger and Sanji is laughing his ass off again. Sanji points out that Zoro seems to be overlooking the fact the kid was raised by Mihawk and Zoro grumbles and just buries into his side. Of course after WCI and Wano Sanji is prickly, even to his soulmate, even after the death pact. Zoro is absolutely never letting Sanji out of his sight again so when they go meet Mihawk and the rest of the Guild on Karai Bari the crew is nervous. Except for the monster trio and Robin.

At some point either Mihawk or Sanji slip up, it's just habit as they cook together on the Sunny since Mihawk is the only one to get along with the Straw Hat pirates. They're chatting idly and the crew is there just to make sure and Sanji points at something and is like 'hand the salt over, dad' and Mihawk just hands it over 'Oisín, you're an adult, really?' before they both pause and sigh. The crew is absolutely losing it in different ways. Nami is pissed that Mihawk wasn't there for WCI, Zoro is pissed that Sanji hid being Oisín, Luffy is laughing really fucking hard and asking Zoro how he didn't know, Chopper and Usopp are despairing. Robin hums and asks Mihawk if he knew Zoro was Sanji's soulmate and Mihawk sighs long and loud and Sanji asks if Zoro was telling him the same shit he was telling him for their whole relationship, Mihawk says yes and that Zoro is a fucking moron.

Do I also have something utterly heart breaking and wrenching for acesan in Oisín!sanji? Yes. Was this fun to write? Yes.

[savorypink]

a blurb of them getting caught but the press and what happens afterwards 🤭

the party was boring anyway. you left with a boy you'd known for an hour. he wore too much cologne, and his hands got anxious when they weren't all over you, his clammy hands leaving prints on the satin of your gown from pawing at you on the dancefloor. he led you out of the party with your hand in his, nearly running out the door with you, eventually leading you here.

the cold air against your cunt makes you clench, and you whine at the emptiness while alex stands behind you, fumbling with the zipper to his trousers. the sound of the zipper finally coming undone makes your cunt squeeze again, his large hands gripping your hips tightly as he sinks into you. he grunts once fully seated, earning another squeeze from your needy core. alex chuckles at the reaction, giving your ass a playful smack.

you wonder if he's ever had sex before, his hips stuttering between rolling and thrusting, his hands moving from your hips to attempting to cup your breasts, an uneasy feat due to his powerful, needy thrusts. it gets the job done, though, your moans remain loud, and his cock hits the right spots. you're glad he's here to remind you that you're in public, his sweaty hand reaching over to cover your mouth.

"you're gonna get us in trouble. we can't have that, right, princess?"

in the corner of your eye, a light flashes. you're too out of it to think anything of it as your vision clouds with stars, your orgasm in sight, your cunt preparing to clutch at him for the final time.

"i shouldn't admit this," he chuckles, panting as his thrusts fall in and out of rhythm. "but i bought a magazine ‘coz you were on the cover. fuck, that bikini you were wearing? i've been dreaming about you ever since."

you're flattered.

you wonder how long he's kept this from his girlfriend.

the knot in your stomach loosens, and you come with a muffled moan, your walls holding him tight as alex's movements carry on. a low, throaty groan leaves his lips as he holds you in place, his warm release spilling into your weeping cunt. he relishes in your warmth before pulling out, spinning you by the waist to face him once you're no longer against the tree. the rough bark is sure to leave dents in your back as his chapped lips crash onto yours, alcohol and tobacco on his eager tongue. he pulls away with an awkward, boyish smile, his lips glittery and shiny with your lip gloss.

"i wank to your pictures every night."

—

there's a buzzing noise. your eyes attempt to adjust to the sunlight drowning your bedroom while your hands scavenge the bed for your cell phone. the buzzing noise stops, and now you're lifting the duvet and pillows for your phone. you finally find it and flip it open, your screen full of several missed calls and a text from your agent.

Don't worry. We're handling it.

confused, you skim through your call log; most are from your agent, a few friends, and one from a number you don't recognize. they left you a voicemail.

"hey, are you alright? i have to talk to you. call me when you can."

it's alex. the concern in his tone makes your heart pound as your trembling thumb hovers over the call button. you're hoping he's concerned that you forgot to call when you got home like you promised or you dropped an earring, something small. you put the phone to your ear so you don't have to watch yourself press the button. alex picks up on the third ring.

"hello?" you answer.

your name tumbles out of his mouth like a sigh of relief. It sets you at ease, but why would he be relieved over something trivial? there's a pause between what he says next, and you realize you didn't drop an earring. before going bed the night prior, you had a suspicion about the flash you might’ve saw but the text message from your agent and calls from your friends begin connecting the dots for you. the sour taste of vomit bubbles in your throat as your heart drums wildly. you'll believe it once you hear it from your accomplice.

"yeah, i wanted to talk about last night. we got caught."

[vermillionsappho]

MISS AMERICANA | ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

MISS AMERICANA | CHAPTER THREE

"Leave with my head hung, you are the only one Who seems to care"

-Still reeling from meeting Ellie at the party, and seeing her again, Y/n now is dealing with complicated feelings and thoughts of Ellie, all while getting closer and forging a friendship with her.

2.0k Words | sfw

Content Warning: Cursing, drug use, anxiety, slight homophobia, lmk if I left anything out!

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Semi-proofread

“You want me to stay with you, hon? I can stay for like an hour or two.” Oliva offers with a small smile, and you shake your head before smiling wryly.

“It’s okay, Liv, I’m okay. I’ll see you around.” You say softly, turning around to walk up the steps of your house. Olivia watches you go up steps, your feet heavy and your head hung and she frowns, but still begins to reverse out of your driveway, waiting for you to get inside before pulling off.

The house is dark when you get inside, and the air is still, which is expected; but it always throws you off anyways no matter how used to it you are.

You lie out on the couch, thoughts racing.

Is Ellie a lesbian?

Is Ellie a lesbian that’s interested in me?

Does Ellie want to have sex with me?

You’ve heard things about Ellie before, but they’ve never stuck in your head, and you never been one to truly engage in gossip and drama; not to mention you had your own shit going on.

You heard your friends whisper about her, you heard neighbors and parents talk about her and condemn her.

The things they say about her are awful; and it’s all because she’s a lesbian.

And now she’s a lesbian that’s possibly interested in you, which could make sense actually. No one’s done anything nice for you out of the goodness of their heart since freshman year. Everyone’s always trying to work an angle with you, play the long game, figure you out and use you. It would make a lot of sense if Ellie defended you, and was so nice to you to get into your pants.

But you’re not a lesbian, though.

You’ve been dating Grayson since you were both thirteen (courtesy of your mom and his); but even then, you’ve never even thought about another girl in a romantic way. You know who you are- and some random girl you just met can’t uproot that and  “turn you out”.

But still, you can’t stop thinking about it, or her in particular. Ellie is pretty, to say the least. Truth is, she’s gorgeous, even with the mullet; and the tattoos, scarred pink lips and slit brows only add to her charm. Ellie’s not like any girl you’ve ever met…she’s not like any person you've ever met either. If there’s a slither of a possibility that Ellie defended you because she’s a good person and is being friendly to you because she wants to be your friend, a part of you wants to believe that.

For another hour, you drive yourself insane thinking of Ellie before you turn the tv on to drown out your thoughts of her.

Until you flick the tv onto another channel, and your once favorite show is on.

And you start to think of her, your mother.

All of sudden, the television isn’t interesting anymore, and you quickly turn the tv off, before stalking off to your room; burrowing in your bed and forcing the heavy duvet over your head as you will yourself to take a nap.

You dream of Ellie while you sleep.

You dream of her freckles, the dots on her creamy skin, and her skin against yours. Her scarred lips on your lips, and her tattooed arms and hands, holding yours. Ellie laughs in your dream, a soft laugh, and it brings a smile to your face.

But somehow, it sends a chill down your spine, and you’re shooting up from the bed like it’s on fire, covers splayed across the floor and a sheen of sweat on your forehead and chest.

You’re panting, and panicking, sitting down on the floor as you swipe your hand through your messy hair, gripping at the strands as you try to think clearly but to no avail.

You dreamt of her.

You dreamt of her kissing you, holding you, smiling at you and it sent the butterflies in your stomach in a tizzy.

“Fuck no, fuck no. That was a nightmare, right?” You whisper to no one, trying to gather yourself, but the panic isn’t subsiding. You sit up on your knees, trying to lean and reach your phone, feeling for it and pulling it off the cord when it’s finally in your hand.

You unlock your phone with shaky hands, and you’re incessantly tapping on contacts as you search for Ellie’s.

You call her, without any hesitation, and when she picks up, you switch to speakerphone, your breathing heavy and audible.

You think of what to say for a moment, but it doesn’t matter, because nothing can stop the words from flying out of your mouth when you finally speak.

“Do you want to have sex with me?” You ask heavily, the words said quickly and the moving on the other side of the phone pauses.

“Pretty girl? What the hell are you talking about?” Her raspy voice finally fills the space in your room, and you can’t ignore the flash of weirdness you feel at the sound of her voice.

“Why do you call me that, Ellie?” You ask, exasperated and she chuckles.

“I don’t know, ‘cause you’re a pretty girl. You don’t like it?” She asks and you close your eyes for a second before sighing.

“No, I- I didn’t say that.” You say softly and you can hear slight crackles from her end of the phone before her voice becomes clearer.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Ellie asks, her voice softer now, a tint of concern in it and you lean your head against the wall.

“I don’t know, really. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I shouldn’t have called, I’m sorry, I’ll go now.” You say, about to hang up the phone but she interrupts you.

“No, stop. Don’t do that, I told you to call. I’ve got a joint, I can come over and we can smoke if you’re comfortable with that?” She suggests and you smile a little, taking a deep breath before responding.

“I thought you told Grayson you don’t let just anybody smoke your stuff?” You ask and she chuckles.

“You’re not just anybody, Y/n.”

You open the door for Ellie, and she steps in smoothly. She’s wearing a wife beater, and a pair of shorts, her muscles on display, and you get that feeling in your chest that you had the first time you saw her, all over again.

“Make yourself at home.” You say quietly and she nods and sits down on the couch, before reclining, propping her feet up.

You hover, not really sure what to do or how to move, your body rigid and she looks at you and laughs, before patting the empty space next to her.

“I’m not gonna bite you, I promise.” She says with a grin and you nod before plopping down next to her, glancing at her for a quick second before averting your eyes to a random wood spot on the coffee table.

“So, what was all of that about on the phone? Are you okay?” She asks and you groan, moving your hands over your face.

“That was so stupid, I’m sorry. I don’t even know why I called, but I definitely don’t know why I asked you that. I let my friends and Grayson get in my head, or whatever.” You say, panicked, and she leans forward before turning to face you.

“What did your friends and Grayson say?” She inquires and you finally meet her eyes.

“Grayson said that I shouldn’t hang around you…I guess because you’re a lesbian or whatever; and my friend said that you probably want to have sex with me or something, I don’t know, it’s stupid.” You say quickly, shaking your head and Ellie laughs before scoffing.

“Y/n, I’m not blind, you’re a pretty girl, why do you think I call you that? But I’m not some creep trying to get into your pants. I want to be your friend, if I wanted to fuck you, I’d literally just ask if you wanted to fuck.” She says, shrugging and you nod slowly, her words seeping into your brain.

“I swear, people in this town are so bored. Still talking about me being a lesbian like it hasn't been years since I came out.” She says and you put a hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t care…if you like girls or anything. You’re a nice girl, Ellie, what you like doesn’t change anything for me.” You say softly, and a blush blooms beneath her freckles and you smile at the sight.

“I appreciate that, pretty girl. Now, ready for this?” She asks, pulling a baggie out of her pocket and a lighter.

Ellie helps you like she did the first time, placing the joint between your lips and lighting it for you, while she coaches you through the process so you don’t hurt yourself. When you finally get the hang of it, she takes it back to take a hit herself, and you finally get comfortable on the couch, spreading out.

“How’d you get this scar?” You ask, lazily moving your hand up to touch at the scar, hands moving on the soft skin of her lips, sending shivers down Ellie’s spine.

“I-I got into a fight. He got me good, but I kicked his ass.” She says softly and you hum at her response.

“Are you always fighting people?” You ask, scanning her face with lidded eyes and she gazes at you before blinking.

“Only people who deserve it.” She says, taking another hit of the joint before giggling absentmindedly.

“Why are you so nosy?” She teases and you giggle yourself before cocking your head to the side.

“Just curious about you, that’s all.” You say softly and she nods slowly, eyebrows furrowed like she’s deep in thought.

“Everyone already seems to know everything about me.” She says quietly, and you shake your head before moving closer to her, closing the space on the couch.

“Fuck everyone, Ellie. Everyone’s full of shit, they don’t even try to get to know you.” You say wholeheartedly and she leans her head back against the cushion of the couch, her eyes closed.

“You’re my friend now, Ellie. You were the first person I called, and I know I called for a stupid reason, but it means something to me.” You say softly and she opens her eyes again, turning her head towards you.

“That means you have to beat people up for me, now. Like I was going to do for you at the party.” She jokes, a small smile on her face, and you nod your head profusely.

“I am so ready; I will beat everyone up for you if I have to!” You say, giggling and she passes the joint back to you, to which you accept, taking a hit.

“Nah, but I’m just joking. I don’t want you getting in trouble and shit for me; only one of us can be a fuck up.” She says, smiling softly and you blow the smoke out.

“You’re not a fuck up. Ellie, trust me when I say this, you can go and leave all of this shit behind. It’s never too late.” You say earnestly, before passing the now short joint back to her. Ellie doesn’t respond, only getting up to dispose of the joint, and you sigh.

“This was fun, but I should head home; but I really did have fun, seriously.” She says, hovering by the door and you smile, biting your lip softly as a swell of affection grows in you.

“I’m glad you had fun, but should you be driving right now? Aren’t you high?” You ask, concerned and she shakes her head.

“No, my tolerance is pretty high, and you’re not a smoker so I didn’t bring anything strong. I’m fine, I promise.” She says and you lean over the couch, putting your hand out.

“Pinkie promise? Don’t make me worry about you, Ellie.” You say, sticking your pinky out and she chuckles, smiling warmly as she approaches you.

“Pinkie promise. I’ll text you when I’m home, okay pretty girl?” She says, locking your pinkie with her and you nod. She grins at you, waves, and walks out the door, leaving you more confused than ever.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

WHOOO CHAPTER THREE YAYY! I'm actually excited because things are finally picking up and going in a good direction. I'm so excited to expand more on Y/n and Ellie's personal lives and add more to their friendship!

lmk if you enjoyed this chapter, and like always, like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed this chapter <3

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[bbiemochi]

HII so can i maybe request rei sakuma and a reader who’s like mafuyu asahina from project sekai? i mean like a reader who like acts hapoy n stuff but mentally they don’t feel that way :3 sososososo sorry if it seems like this doesn’t make sense 😞

𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 | rei sakuma x reader

[an]: I’M SO SORRY IF THIS TOOK LONG ToT literally goddamn, is my inbox filled with unfinished requests and i’m literally going to sob. anyways, yes, mafuyu our depressed emo child, i miss playing pjsekai tbh i quit a long time ago because i was lacking storage 🥹🥹 nonetheless, tysm for requesting! hope u like it <33

summary: rei knew how pressuring of being the gifted child really is. and he knew that ever since he spent more time with you.

pairing: rei sakuma x pressured gifted kid!fem!reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff at the end

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IF THERE WERE A FEW things rei knew so well about his girlfriend, is that she was the most prettiest and wisest person he knew so far in his life. most boyfriends would think so, in fact from rei’s point of view—he had never been more in love than before. however, for as far as he can remember, there are these small things he takes note from your personality.

always at the top of your class, you had never once received a failing grade in either of your subjects, with repeatedly getting a 100 score on your tests and performance tasks, heck, you even got voted as the class representative. you were popular amongst not only the teachers, but with students as well because of your vast intelligence, and also with your looks. because of this, your parents decided to move you in one of the most prestigious private academies in all of japan, yumenosaki academy, where all dreams bloom. they had very high expectations for you, building your future by their own hands without your approval and pushing every bit of talent to learn down to your throat. you felt like a puppet being pulled by a string, two people laughing with the thought of their daughter being able to make their future possible covering their vision. this was ist from behind the curtain, before pulling it for others to see of how you looked alright, even if it was clear you were only pretending to be.

despite acting like an idiot with that persona of his that hid his true nature, rei was intelligent, and once an intelligent noticed the dots connecting, there was no turning back. how your eyes never shined like before after talking to someone who asked for advise, how your smile never matches the way your irises lit up when looking at somebody, and how you were always bombarded with other students to tutor them even if you were busy yourself. just with simple actions within the audience can be counted as a clue…since rei knew the feeling too well.

rei was only one of the few who had noticed.

“isn’t y/n-san so smart? she helped me almost score a perfect on my exams today!”

“gah, how i wish i were her! smart, pretty, always getting perfect scores, talk about lucky!”

maintaining a perfect image for yourself and your reputation in public. a perfect daughter anyone could ever ask for. even if that perfection couldn’t reach the emotional distress you’ve kept to yourself these past years that went on.

when rei first met you after you were switched in the producer course, everyone had liked you immediately. of course, this was because you were the ‘perfect’ producer anyone could ever ask for. even the first producer; anzu was asking from you from time to time for advise. everyone thinks: ‘oh that won’t be any trouble for y/n-san! she’s wise, anyways! she’ll know what to do!’ when rei would mention your name to ask if you could do extra work for his unit. it made him feel bad…wonders if you were actually doing just ok as they say you would be.

not long after, rei unexpectedly fell for you.

as quicker than the ice melts, it didn’t take long for you to notice his odd signals for romance and affection. even without the hints from hakaze and the other third years, it was quite obvious to everyone’s gazes that rei was indeed infatuated with you. you were used to people having crushes on you due to your reputation, you weren’t even sure how many confessions was given to you in a span of months—yet, you know how to handle this situation smoothly.

or not…

sir kunigi requested for you to take one last look at the training room for 2wink to see if the missing files were piled up in that room, however, according to hinata the files were nowhere to be seen, and it was dead end. the older aoi twin was in a small rush in order to catch up with his younger twin brother who was currently in a bad mood, probably about the canceled live announcement from the student council members.

because of it, it seems as you had no choice but to redo the piles of task printed out once again. kunigi was stern to tell you that those documents were important for the idols, and that losing them would become a big deal (in which it did). this was the first time you ever lost something important, your image of maintaining perfection became a slump of dough at that moment when kunigi insisted to let anzu take care of the problem instead. it made you feel disappointed at yourself, so you kept telling your teacher you didn’t want to add anzu more work on her table, that you could do it again and that it was alright.

“alright,” he sighs, “just make sure this time you won’t lose it. this is the first time i ever seen you lose your focus. apologies if the producer work is pressuring you, but you should be careful next time.”

“i-it’s fine, sir..! i’m getting used to it after all, only me and anzu-chan are the only available producers here at this course. i really am sorry for losing it…” you sent him your signature smile, eyes beaming on him as you hugged an empty folder right in your chest. kunigi smiles back, before watching you walk out of his office.

thank god all of that was over…

as you slowly opened your eyes, the light that once appeared from your irises dissolved into an abyss of emptiness, the smile that once lined up over your mouth was drawn into a thin line, expressing a nonchalant look. this was getting so tiring already, could they add more work to this mess? it was your parents who had suggested you to enroll in yumenosaki academy and choose the producer course for you, saying producer work for idols earn a whole lot of money and that it could help ‘support’ your family. as if they weren’t pressuring you enough. you didn’t dream to do this…in fact, you had no idea what your dream was.

not like it was your choice to decide at the first place.

the hallway was empty (thank god it was), you slowly walked back to the empty classroom you were currently staying at and doing your work there alone. the schedule in which you printed before (and went missing) was still saved in your laptop, and all was needed was to be inked out of the printer. you had to ask keito if he had more ink since this was all out, there were far too many files to document due to the low numbers of producers in your course. papers were lying messily beneath your desk, and your expression was still empty despite all this circulating problems being piled up over yourself. you were just used to it. not like this was getting any different from before.

‘i should ask over the student council if they have any spare ink for the printer…i need to get this task done before sunset…’ was what your thoughts said as your dark eyes looked over at the remaining documents displayed over your laptop screen. after this one you and anzu still had to plan for the upcoming idol festivals to be needed by tomorrow for new years. ahh…how tiring. however, this is how work should go. before you could head out the door in order to make your way towards the student council office, a familiar figure was already standing near the door frame, arms crossed and eyes gently closed when you turned around. this surprised you, of course.

“jesus christ, sakuma-san you scared me…” a pant escaped your lips in astonishment. fixing your posture, and once again giving him your signature smile, you spoke, “why are you still here? is there anything i can assist you with?” the politeness in your tone almost caught the undead leader off guard, however he keeps his stance. rei lets out a chuckle from this, “kuku, it is a specialty of mine as a vampire to scare humans. as such, little darling, is this what you’re looking for?” the male in front of you suddenly pulls out a paper from underneath his arm, showing it in front of your sight. it was the document that you and sir kunigi were looking for. a wide smile spreads across your face, hope signaling over your expression (for once).

thank god he found it.

“sakuma-san thank you so much! you’re a lifesaver…!” in a hurry did you ran towards his side, grabbing the paper from his hands and looking over at the printed file, making sure it was the original document you had printed an hour ago. it really was, and a wave of relief hits you. looking back at rei, you giggled happily, “thank you so much, b-but where did you find it?? i swore i checked every unit room…”

“it turns out yuta-kun had it the whole time. after the kids argued about something i wouldn’t dare to explain, yuta thought that the file he took was for the new rescheduling of 2wink’s live concert stadium. at first he planned to head over to the student council and ask tenshounin about why their live was canceled, but when he looked back at the file, turns out it was for another unit,” rei explains, smiling back at you. “he came to me looking for you, since the young lady was busy with trickstar at reimei academy at the moment, making arrangements with eden, he wanted the document handed over to you, little darling.”

“ah, how thoughtful of him. phew, at least i won’t be redoing the papers again…” you carefully placed the paper underneath a nearby folder along with the others, cleaning up your desk before turning back to rei. “thank you once again for bringing this over to me, it’s a real help, honest.” there was silence after that last reply, the atmosphere around the air grew awkward when rei didn’t reply for that whole minute. though you were really thankful he handed you over the missing documents, this kind of sheepish aura is making your legs all wobbly.

“w-well—

“this is the first time i have seen you smile for real, little darling.”

your head immediately perked up in astonishment. this is the first time he saw you smile for real? what in the world did he mean by that? has he seen through your hidden expressions among the idols? among the other teachers? friends? classmates? no, there was no way he could actually figure that out soon. you grew how to hide your feelings buried within you after all, you’re already a pro at this. smiling again with a faint laugh, you hugged the file tighter over your chest, “sakuma-san what do you mean by that? you really are an odd one,” ‘ok, this would probably set aside of whatever he’s thinking…this is my chance.’

you hurriedly walked aside your senior and prepared to head out towards the teacher’s office, when another of one of his sentences stopped you midway. “aren’t you feeling pressured?”

“…” that question made your eyes go dark. you looked at him again, this time without your signature smile, but a nonchalant look on your face. rei too looked back at you, however his expression seemed to be new to you, you’ve never seen him this serious before. “don’t you think you’re going overboard by doing what everyone expects you to do? don’t you have dreams yourself?”

“what would you know?”

your cold tone struck to him, yet he stands still. bingo, he got you where he wanted to. you’re quick to show your emotions when revealed. the once eyes that filled with hope and adorable sparkles in the world’s view, now turned into an empty shade of nothing. emotionless e/c eyes meet with his ruby pupils. “you’re just an idol. a weird chuuni vampire who knows nothing but sing and dance in front of the audience like a satisfaction tool. tell me, do you have dreams, sakuma?”

he grins, “of course i do. making my fans fill with smiles is my dream. i want the world to know that me and my unit can sing for them.” his answer was obvious, figures. you didn’t shift away from him for a moment, you continued to speak, honestly this time. “words of a true idol, i’ll give you that. but even so, what would you know of how i should maintain my image for everyone and my mother?”

“so you’re finally saying that you’re only doing this because your mother and everyone expects big of you?”

another wave of silence hit. you clenched your fists in annoyance. you had let your guard down…this was rei’s intention was it? he knew nothing, why would he? he’s just an idol and the leader of one of the most famous units in the academy—nothing more. why would he care? for a producer like you, he shouldn’t really be getting too close with you. that’s a rule. you shouldn’t let your blood boil because this guy is backing you up in a corner with no escape, he’s just an idol.

“y/n, you’re bring pressured by peers, carried by your parents’ expectations…being controlled of your own future…is this all ordinary for you?” no reply. your eyes were locked down on the school tiles, head empty as rei continuously spoke to you more. like shredding open a sealed cloth, rei knew the exact words to say. “little darling…”

“don’t come close..”

he ignores your plea, whilst walking even closer. you backed away, “i said don’t come closer, you know nothing of what…i’ve…” finger intertwining with yours, a soft to the touch emotion mixed with questionable feelings that whirled in the insides of your stomach, sort of like butterflies trying to make their escape from a sealed flower that’s ready to bloom. his eyes, dark blood eyes that dug holes into yours, you swore if you stared at them any longer your legs would begin to feel weak. “what…what are you…?” your voice couldn’t spit out a strong sentence unlike before, it came out as faint…and a little hoarse.

the space between you both closes…with your head being hugged between his arms, creating warmth in the atmosphere everywhere over your body. it radiates like a first summer burst, feelings of guilt, sadness and pressure drenched onto your skin. he had caught you…rei, had caught you. this type of affection…when was the last time you had felt it from a warm hug of a loving parent? it’s…incredible. such a great feeling.

it’s making you…a bit emotional. it pulls the rope even more when rei began stroking your hair, gently, soft hums and praises could be heard between the gusts of wind exiting out from the opened school windows. tears soon pricked beneath your eyelids, blurring your vision…as you slowly sobbed into rei’s chest. this was one of the things you promised to yourself; never breakdown in front of someone, or else you’d be burdening your feelings to them. it was better to keep them hidden no matter what. however, it seems like rei won this time when he manages to glove his way into your grey heart.

“shh…shh…it’s ok, little darling. you’re safe here…i’m here…”

“i-i’m so sorry…”

“it’s alright…”

“i didn’t mean to…”

“it’s ok, you’re ok…”

“don’t leave me…”

“hm?”

“don’t leave me all…alone…”

“hush…i won’t…i’m here…i love you..”

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a/n: I MEANT TO POST THIS ON CHRISTMAS BUT OH WELL. HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE ! <33 💗💗🎄

[shigacocki]

Sleeping beauty stalker! shigaraki x chubby fem! reader non-con smut

🚫MINORS AND AGELESS DNI THANKS YOU🚫

A/n: this one was pop in my head, shiggy being a little perv just watching his darling. Hope y'all enjoy this thirst fic ;)

Warings: noncon + creepy yandere shiggy + stalking + creampie + some dirty talking + Somnophilia.

Someone watched in the darkness every time you left home from work. At first, Tomura thought you were just a simple civilian just having a normal day until that day when you bump into him on the sidewalk, and you send him a sincere smile. The most prettiest smile he's ever seen, and he was hooked.

Shigaraki just scolds himself for being like this... why couldn't he just decay that pretty face off and get on with his day? But he couldn't. That look made him so hard just thinking about it. Plus, people were walking by on that nice sunny day, so he would rather not use his quirk.

He's watching you afar. He's dotted your every move and your whereabouts. This is it, he thought to himself. It was in the middle of the night. He's watching you doing basic human things, then sees the lights turn off. He was careful when opening the window. You're so dumb for not checking if everything was locked. What if someone tries to break in?

He's quietly opened your door since he's been in your house a few times and saw your sleeping form. He bit his scarred lips not to make noise. Lucky for him, you're a heavy sleeper. If any loud noise were nearby, you were sleeping peacefully through it.

He's removed his pants and boxer as he's slowly pumping his cock while walking toward your bed. He's used three fingers to pull your blanket down to reveal your baggy shirt and panties poking out a bit.

" What a nasty little girl, " He mumbled to himself. His fingertips pull your shirt up. To his surprise, you weren't wearing a bra. His raspy groan out as he jerks his meat so fast.

"So.. Fuckin'... Nasty," he huffed. His fingertips move to your covered clit, rubbing it fast.

"Mmm, soo wet just for me, baby." He pauses when you move a bit but keeps going while you're still asleep. His body dips on the bed, careful not to wake you up, but he wishes you would be awake so he can see your terrified face in horror. Fuck! He's so rock hard. He leans in to kiss and suck your small breast. He gives a few pitches while sucking it. He's moved to your underwear and used his teeth to pull it down, bringing it to his face and sucking your sweet juices off. He quickly put the used panties in his dark jacket. I can't take it. I need to feel your tight pussy. He's getting into position, sideways position, your leg was up while he grabs his hard-on, rubbing it at your entrance, he did though of just humping your leg like this every night whenever you are sleeping, but he's so desperate. He needs you.

He slides inside and groans softly.

"Fuck.. So tight hughh~!" He hears your soft gasp, watching your hands grip the sheet. His hips move in and out at a slow pace. His other hand was caressing your pump bodies, then pitching your nipples more.

"Yeah? Like that pretty-? You're so fucking hot.." He couldn't take it anymore and started rolling his hips a bit faster.

You were making whimpers and mewling as he was chasing his high.

"Please.. " he didn't realize you were speaking, he thought you were awake by now, but he saw your eyes were still shut and mouth open. He's lean in to whisper.

"Please what, princess? You gotta tell me, mmm." There was a clapping noise getting louder each time he rams into your little cunt. Your eyes are twitching, almost like you are about to wake up at any moment, but your tongue rolled out and said.

"Mmm ahh, please... B-breed me." His eyes widened, but he had a sadistic mind. He didn't know his darling was this nasty. He wonders if you're on pills or just having a wet dream? This triggers him causing him to reach his orgasm, his hips stiff up, and shot his heavy load into your womb. He wasn't done as he's rutting his high away by fucking his cum more into you, biting your neck to mark you to let everyone know you're his.

He sighed heavily and dropped your leg so that he could touch your clit more.

"Cum for me, mhmm cum on my cock slut." Your whole body got tense and started shaking uncontrollably. Your walls were fluttering around his thickness as your pussy milked him dry.

It was only heavy breathing and the smell of heated sex in the air. He gave you a sweet kiss as he got dressed. He takes his phone out to take pictures of your sore, beaten pussy covered in his cum. He had the biggest smirk and then put his phone back in his pocket. He walks to the door before turning his head to the side and saying.

"Don't worry, baby, I'll come back, but if you're not here... I'll always find you," He made a tired grunt and left your home.

*Edited*

This was edit so I'm giving credit for @sugarakis-p2 since they're were the one who's did amazing job with the editing💕💕 send them some love.

[artcalledtattoo]

I’ve never been ... when it comes to Passion Ask a Lady friend I would say A partner sort of speak in present A love needed in a place Regardless in present mis guidance Stomping out a try for two thousand and almost 23 years a blame applaud to a name Cover thy heads 100 years plus suffrage Minus missed years And now Don’t own bodies He washed the feet of defiled you Why the cause for making ends meet We need to be like them And get the money’s A sticker said He paid for Sins And Kings living I see That’s been a way for 2022 years And no still comeback He never stood still, he walked in missed years most likely further than Roman Empire and like home the other Asian learned how to corral and control in early kingdom states walked first He went back home with messages Crucifix end to tales Thinks every where just like at home Stop being instilled To all and everyone Corporate appall like in Paul Cover your heads now Like you made them It sits in the Bible Us to be better Will bring a second comeback If He is in foot prints, then you must be walking Just like Shadowing mankind for better Seems real to me It’s for the all universe of US Everyone planet Earth Or home Quit standing still waiting Make a walk for a return The whole world of God Not your residential city Small spheres Dots I’m a different • I see life All around me It’s everyday in my awakened occurrence In this experience and passions for as I learn more all things in my present Thank you, my God for my feelings with things perhaps I’m brain inefficient and I just don’t know yet I awake from each day after dreaming thanking for the continued experienced as I keep walking even when I hate it at times Doing my best for an awakening return It would be the Badge Certificate Grade of all people prize, for all mankind The trophy to live hop and bounce around the whole Universe We have all seen if we’ve had travels around the Globe from our home state of affairs, drop of water to an ocean of worldly concerns or at least for a hope return Wait, it all has to come to a nothing, leaders in charge and at their worst To save us What show banks statements Have you bought into but into the investment of present affairs This human chaos Is not Science It’s as walk each day US and the whole watching everything now of World Like a Constitution Religion needs revamped Everything done from here down in my posts are my passions those other blogs too I have to scroll down to 2 tiger to bottom Arts of war in minded present walking Am I sound of mind w/ American Pharmaceutical American TV American Churches American Conglomerate American Politics American Virus’s American Parental’s American Residential American Homeless I’m an American Veteran, bullyied in southern belts and belts of southwest that’s still in wear western style it’s all so saucy like condiments & kinds, I joined military and found all the same likes, ventured in ono and one and found the same there, my life is just made more of the same continues I’ve never been standing still when it comes to passions Science - walking is body beneficial How else to make impressions by your own feet? LIFE A must in experience if not then stay still. No one can make you A whole wide God made Planet we named Earth ourselves and it’s unsafe to move amongst all humans Most likely not as any Universal Power God Would have wanted We humans humanize ourselves in all things and we did then too For further higher human control power It’s all in history books Take a walk and start thinking Like hearing a tornado siren for practice After the other community tornado They just learned Sounding off The horns Listen too: Carmina Burana, by Carl Orff, the ending bit for background music while reading!

[distant-eclipses]

I'm gonna be writing DCA fanfics(using @dca-fanart-gallery's prompt list for this particular fic) for at least some of october(idk if I can write every day). Today's prompt: dream

Summary(which I forgot to add...): Sun is having a persistent dreams of another fairy

Note: This was inspired by @ayyy-imma-ninja's fairy au. I was already thinking of making one, but this prompt gave me an excuse to write something

"Wait-!" Sun reached out his hand towards the fairy, watching as they flew away. "Come back!"

At this point it was almost used to the dreams. Of seeing another fairy and hoping for a new friend, only to see them leave before the two could talk. Even if the situations in the dreams were different, the fairy was still there, just out of his reach. At first he was confused, but overtime said confusion turned into disappointment and longing.

The animals were wonderful little friends and he was rather curious about the humans he'd occasionally see. It was always a treat when he saw the little ones of any species, even if it usually couldn't get close. But he never saw another fairy before the dreams started and wasn't able to have proper conversations with the animals. Sure he could try to learn some human languages, but the giant beings were intimidating in a way that most creatures weren't. The lack of closeness usually didn't bother him, but it was easier to notice as the dreams kept occurring.

The dreams also made him start to wonder about some things. While he usually had a hard time telling apart different members of the same species, the fairy in his dream seemed pretty different from him. Instead of having a giant spot on part of their face like Sun, the stranger had clusters of white dots along different body parts. If it wasn't for the spots and glowing, Sun was sure that they'd blend into the night. It made him wonder if there other fairies that were different colors. Did the stranger know? What if they were an outlier? What if he was an outlier?

But not all his questions were related to appearances. When he woke up the plants Sun wondered why all the dreams happened at night. When he watched some stray humans it wondered if the other fairy had talked to any of them. When he tied on his ribbons he wondered if the fairy's hat hid their rays. There was so much it wanted to ask.

But despite the questions and the loneliness, he was fine. It was happy with his life. The curiosity and longing didn't interfere with anything.

At least, not until recently. Sun groaned, covering his face. He had woke up a few minutes ago with a sudden desire to fly—despite it being the middle of the night. But no matter how much he twisted and turned, the longing was still there. It reminded him of his dream and that fact almost made him want to pull his rays out. "Now now Sun, it's nighttime, you don't want to hurt yourself." Was it a little silly to talk to himself? Yes. But he was tired and his source of joy and disappoint had just become a bigger problem.

He looked outside of the hollow, praying that sunrise had come. Despite knowing it was unrealistic, he still gripped his rays tighter when all he saw was stars. There was only one way he could think of dealing with the feeling. With another dramatic groan he got out of his bed, only bothering to tie a string with a little bell onto one of his wrists. Hopefully the ringing would keep him from falling asleep outside(he learned his lesson after he woke up to a bunch of rain). Yawning, he walked over to the opening of his little hideout and flew out.

Now that it was outside he felt the desire grow, like there was something calling to him, pulling him somewhere. Deciding to follow his instinct, he took off in a seemingly random direction, trusting his heart more than his(very tired) mind. But despite its initial regret over getting up, it was actually rather... nice to see what everything looked like during the night. He even saw a few new animals. Were some not awake during the day?

After a few minutes of flying, he came across a stream and... didn't know where to go next. Why did he here? Was he thirsty and didn't realise it? But why did this feel like the dreams? Maybe it just because it was late. Groaning, Sun turned around and was about to leave, but paused when he saw something glowing in the corner of his eye. There was a fairy with a blue glow near the stream.

Wait- a fairy! The fairy from his dreams. The stranger was sitting on a rock, kicking his feet and looking down at the running water. Flying closer, Sun rubbed his eyes. If this was a dream he'd- he'd- he didn't know what he'd do. "Hello! New friend?" Part of him knew what would happen. The fairy wouldn't notice him, then they'd leave. And Sun would wake up as he asked them to wait, to slow down-

"Hello?" This wasn't a dream! The fairy seemed a little caught off guard, tilting their head and staring at him. With the confirmation that things would be different, Sun grinned and flew closer, almost vibrating.

"My name is Sun! What's your name?" Now that he was looking closer, it could see the other fairy also had some string tied around the wrists, with some seashells instead of bells. And the rest of their body wasn't grey or black like he assumed, it was actually a dark blue.

The question made the other fairy grin, tilting their head further. "My name is Moon"

[alenoah]

Noah Doesn’t Care

Alejandro, if asked in some professional capacity, if he has people he feels safe with, would agree that he had multiple friends and family members he’s known for a long time. If he were asked, not by a doctor or authority figure, but by a peer, he doesn’t know what he would say. Because nobody would dream of asking him such a question. That was part of the benefit for being what he was.

Nobody would dare ask him until he went on Total Drama: World Tour.

He has operated on a set of very well-established rules up to now, that determine the best possible way to come out on top of any negative interaction:

They who mock are less than they who dismiss.

Those who are less affected by the other are greater than those who are more affected.

They who walk away are less than they who do not give up.

Knives in the back go deeper than ones in the front.

They made perfect sense to him. Public mockery is so…deeply offensive that surely the very thought of participating in such nauseous behavior would only fail to suppress the most vindictive of human beings. The list goes on. Everyone around him seemed to know to follow his rules.

Noah doesn’t care.

Good god, Noah doesn’t care anymore about this psychic wave high school social cue bullcrap anymore. Most of the appeal of going on that nightmare reality show a second time was that he could leave all of that at home and hang out with one of his real friends (his only one). Instead, an actual political failson scooched social politics back into the game when he made his way in. And now his…friendly acquaintances feel like they have to treat him more coldly than before, never explaining why the change is happening. But Noah doesn’t need them to tell him why. He knows. He’s felt it before for too many years by now. On the bright side, he’ll have Owen until someone pulls him over to a different table in the cafeteria.

So when Alejandro tries to grab Noah’s arm and lead him to a different table, Noah doesn’t have a prepared answer. There was no reason to account for such a circumstance because it would never naturally happen. So the circuits in his head spark and sizzle until something breaks.

He stops caring about the rules.

…

……

…………

“What did you just say to me?”

“What, is there some mythical reason you can’t hear me that I haven’t heard of? I said, ‘Do you actually have people you trust or are all of your friends only talking to you because you made them cut off everyone else?’”

…………

………

…

Holy #%&$ did I just say that?

Alejandro stares…and then scoffs, walking away at a pace that was embarrassingly faster than his usual confident saunter. The face of his flesh burns as he enters the confessional bathroom.

“What does he- who does he think- how? How did he do that? That’s not how it’s supposed to go.” He stays angry for a moment, and then slowly starts to deflate of it, despite his best efforts. The whole point of making the rules is that you know everyone is following the same set. Noah just…ruined it, paid no mind to anything, and left Alejandro with a trail leading out of the acceptable bounds. And Alejandro fumbled, answerless. There was no reason to account for such a circumstance because it would never naturally happen.

He stands in the confessional a while longer, and figures he can keep them from using the footage if he covers the lens and doesn’t make any noise. How doesn’t Noah care? How does he know how to make decisions if he’s not abiding by a commandment? Alejandro prays for answers but gets no amendments.

He eventually needs to leave the confessional.

…

……fine, just…12 more dots, ok?

…………

Alejandro opens the door to Noah reaching for the handle.

The door flies into Noah’s forehead as he attempts to shove Alejandro’s force back towards him. It does bounce off of his forehead with great elasticity, and just faintly graces Alejandro’s cheek with the light, cold kiss of plastic. He’s pretty sure that most of this plane is made of old commercial airline parts- Chris is known to be cheap with them.

“Watch where you’re going, friend! There are plenty of much heavier doors on this plane you could run into.” He hopes the threat goes through. He’ll get the upper hand if he seems upset.

It bounces right off of Noah. “If you really have no one you trust enough to make sure you get a parachute should your legs give out, you need to watch out for doors on this plane much more than I do.”

Neither is sure, a few hours later while everyone tries to sleep, why they don’t feel like they beat the other.