#so maybe something soon for some of these pairs

[sonarspace]

sweet syrup, satoru gojo

synopsis: emotions are all over the place when fwb!gojo stands you up… for another girl? content: fluff (kinda). smut (food play, fem!receiving, orgasm, unprotected sex) wc: 3.1k a/n: another fic within 24hrs to make up for my absence :). (not proofread!). this is a result of listening to sesame syrup by cigarettes after sex on repeat.

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your phone chimes with a text from satoru “are you free this week? i’m coming to your city”. to which you reply almost instantly. “yeah, i can make some time.”

he texts back: “no need to cancel any plans. i can work around it. just wanna spend some time with you while i’m here.” making your heart flip.

“i have an event to attend tonight, but can i come over sometime between 2 and 3?” he sends another text.

it’s not really like you had much going on in the week so you decided to say yes. to which he sends a winky face and a see you soon.

it’s almost 2am when you’re done getting ready. it has been a while since you’ve seen each other and while satoru has seen you in all your rawness. you figured it wouldn’t hurt to dress up a bit.

you decide to wear an ocean blue lingerie set (his favorite color) and a sheer white dress over it, leaving nothing to imagination. you hope you can catch him off guard with this look.

you look at the clock and it’s already 2:30am. you decide to send him a text to confirm he’s going to come up or not. it’s not like satoru to stand you up especially on a plan he’s made.

“are we still good for tonight?” you text. but no reply comes through. he did say 3am didn’t he, you think to yourself. maybe he’ll be there by then. you sigh and decide to put on a movie.

you give him the benefit of the doubt and wait a bit longer past 3. but you regret that decision as you are watching instagram stories and see a pic of none other than, satoru gojo in all his glory at the party he said he’d be. an angry pout takes over your lips.

what gets you isn’t the fact that he may still be at the party but who he is with. some model’s lips are pressed to his cheeks – hand hovering over her back and his stupid people winning grin plastered on his face.

posted 20 minutes ago. you inhale deeply, trying to keep the tears at bay. you didn’t even know why you were hurt. after all you were just fuck buddies and nothing more. you suppose it was the anger making you cry.

feeling stupid at even trying to dress him for him, streaks of black mascara run down your face. you look at yourself in the mirror and take a deep breath, willing yourself to not cry over some rich fucker.

you wipe your make up and change into a pair of sweatpants and lay back down on the couch. continuing your show trying to distract yourself from the indirect rejection you felt.

but your mind kept going back to him. why would he wanna be with you when he can get all those pretty girls with their perfect bodies. girls who could probably make him feel far better than you do.

you were stupid to think there was something going in between the two of you. as soon as that thought crosses your mind a text chimes. “baby, i’m so sorry. almost there. 5 minutes.”

you scoff at the nickname ‘baby’ huh. “don’t bother. i’m going to sleep.” but you don’t get a reply back. instead what you get is loud repetition of knocks on your apartment door followed by your name.

he waits a beat and then continues knocking. “not leaving until you open the door” he texts you. out of compassion for your neighbors, you open the door. his hand stops mid knock as you gesture him to get in.

"i'm really sorry, i swear i didn't mean to keep you waiting for so long." he starts rambling and you look at him with a plain stare and arms crossed to let him know you're not having his bullshit — you already know he has other priorities.

"i lost track of time and i left the party as soon as i realized. my phone was dead, so i couldn't even text you. i just charged it on the way here. darling, you know i'd never keep you waiting," he moves closer to grab your hands and you let him.

you gulp hard trying to not cry. he reaches to touch your face but you jerk your head away. "don't gojo." the change stings him and you see a look of hurt pass over his face. "please" he drags out the syllable. "okay," you tell him and he almost smiles but you reach out and wipe the lipstick mark off his cheek bringing it up to his eyes "what's this then?"

he narrows his eyes at your thumb in thought, "it's nothing, i swear. she kissed my cheek out of nowhere and they took the photo and i moved away from her just as fast." and you scoff in disbelief, "you just have an answer for everything, don't you gojo."

he groans “just give me a minute,” and pulls out his phone — going through his texts to show the photos of him taken throughout the night. out of habit you take in his appearance. he looks unbelievably sexy in an all black outfit, a sheer black tank and a black overcoat with matching suit pants. you're immediately reminded of your white dress that you had picked earlier and think how perfectly it’d match his outfit. a tear involuntarily escapes your eye.

you wipe it casually before he can notice. he pulls up the photo probably going around on social media at the moment and then the one of him moving away from the lady, "see!" he exclaims. and you sigh, "what do you want me to say gojo?"

"first off, don't call me gojo. secondly, forgive me. it was an honest mistake, you know i'd never do it on purpose. and lastly, i've missed you so so much baby," he drops his forehead to yours and you don't pull away. cause you've missed him just the same.

"go home," you whisper to him. "can't." he replies in the same manner. "it's too late and i didn't get my car. let me stay. let me make it up to you."

you pull away from him and turn towards your bedroom. he lets out a sigh of relief thinking maybe you were giving him a second chance but his shoulders deflate just as quick when you say, "you can take the guest room."

and so he does. he'd take any chance to be close to you since his job makes it hard for him to stay around you for long periods of time. so whenever he comes to this city, he'd prefers to stay with you rather than at a hotel.

and although your relationship and feelings for each other were hidden under the title of "fuck buddies" you both knew it was more than that. both of you went exclusive as soon as you started sleeping with each other. hell you don't think you could find anyone who would fuck you as good as satoru does. and he doesn't even want to try because the way your pussy makes him feel is other worldly.

he gets out of the shower and opts to wear just his boxers and lays comfortably at the thought of making it up to you in the morning. meanwhile you twist and turn trying to find a position to sleep, wondering if you should give in or keep it up so he knows what he did was wrong.

you wake up to the sound of dishes clinking in the kitchen and smile when you remember satoru stayed over last night. albeit not with you but still. your jaw drops slightly when you walk out and see him standing by the stove in nothing but his boxers. the early morning light accentuating the dips and curves of his muscles.

"satoru!" you shriek covering your eyes. "oh, good morning baby. why are you hiding your face?" he asks as if he isn't standing there with his dick in your face. "why are you naked?! put something on!" you exclaim. "ahh, nothing you haven't seen before princess. plus i’m not naked. I’m wearing boxers!” he grins and then adds on “can't exactly wear those clothes when i'm cookin breakfast. it's uncomfortable."

"ugh," you say out loud and march back into your room. you come out with a pair of his sweatpants and throw it to him from across the counter. "wear these!"

"whatever you want baby," he pulls them on and they rest sinfully on his hips – almost teasing you and your cheeks flush. “can you taste this for me?” he asks and you walk around the counter to stand next to him as he pushes a spoonful of syrup towards you.

your eyes flutter close and you hum at the sweet taste. “this is really good,” you smile softly. “thanks. it’s for the french toast. i just put it in the oven to keep it warm. thought you’d be asleep for a little longer.” you beam at the mention of french toast, they were your favorite. “nutella?” you ask and he nods with a mesmerizing smile “just the way you like it, sweets.”

you both gaze at each other with a soft smile. “can i have another spoon?” you meek. you accidentally let a little bit of it dribble down your chin. “oh shit,” you’re about to wipe it off but satoru holds your hand and pulls you in closer.

you feel his tongue leave a wet trail behind as he licks the dripping syrup from your chin to the corner of your mouth. your breath hitches at the sensation. he pulls back and looks at you with smirk.

before he can take too much pride in catching you off guard, you surprise him by clashing your lips to his. he bucks backward and steadies himself with a grip on your waist.

his heart picks up a beat at finally feeling your plush lips on his. tasting the remnants of syrup still sticking to your lips. your kiss felt transcendental to him. like the only way to stay alive was the air that passed through your mouth to his. and he rejoiced at that. he’d be willing to live with you as his source of oxygen.

gaining back some composure he pushes you back and places you on the counter. you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in further. his tongue tries to find its way into your mouth but you don’t budge. instead you giggle into the kiss and he takes it as an indication to kiss your teeth.

his lips move over your jaw, lightly nipping at the skin at the space under your ear. his tongue pokes out and traces your ear lobe once, twice and then he nibs down on the cartilage playfully with a whine of your name. the oven’s beeping brings you both out of the love lust trance you’re in.

he huffs and moves back to turn off the oven while you turn off the stove and grab another spoon of syrup. he turns back to see you leaning back on an arm and kicking your feet – dropping the sticky syrup over your clothed perked nipples. the lack of a bra evident. “oops” you pout, feigning innocence.

his breath seizes at the scene unfolding in front of him. he licks his lips once and then without wasting any more time, his mouth moves over your chest. licking the syrup off your shirt and in the process stimulating your nipples just like you hoped. he pulls off your shirt and throws it behind somewhere behind but before he can go further you stop him “wait!”.

“not in the kitchen,” you speak timidly – a flush creeping up your neck at his lustful stare. pressure builds in your stomach at the way he’s looking at you and you squeeze your thighs for a bit of friction.

“where?” he asks as he picks you up. “anywhere but the kitchen,” you whisper into the skin of his neck as you place a chaste kiss. and then he’s dropping down to his knees with you. laying you on the wooden floor of your living room

he leaves you on the floor for a beat and then comes back with the pot filled with syrup. he peels of your sweatpants along with your soaked panties. “lay still,” he tells you and you straighten out your legs and arms.

using you as his canvas he grabs the pot of syrup and tilts it over your body. creating a pattern of syrup on your naked body. he places the pot back on the counter and admires his work. a thoughtful grin on his face as he makes eye contact with you. “can i take a photo of you?” he asks and you nod without a second thought. he grabs your phone and snaps a pic. this image of yours would be imprinted in his mind forever and more.

“look at how beautiful you look,” and surely you do. sprawled out over the wooden floors of your apartment with a sticky substance covering your body. but that’s not all. the sun shines through the curtains, casting your body in an ethereal light and a ring of light on your head acting as a halo. “just like an angel. my angel. aren’t you baby?” he asks for confirmation.

and maybe it’s too early to say but you do anyway. “only yours, satoru. always yours,” you utter the words he’s been waiting for – well he feels like his whole life but in reality it’s only been three months since you two started this relationship.

the intensity of his gaze has a shiver run over your body and you can feel goosebumps erupt across your skin. he moves on top of you. taking his time with your body. licking over and over until he cleans the syrup. you almost feel like you’re not breathing as his mouth moves over your neck, collarbones, chest, stomach – lapping and littering your skin with love bites.

before moving further down he gives you a deep kiss and you can taste the sweetness of the syrup on his tongue as it tangles with yours. but it’s so incredibly satoru, to be tasting this sweet you can’t help but suck his tongue a little.

finally he spreads your thighs and makes himself at home. licking a quick stripe to test your wetness. there’s so much arousal it has him wondering if you already came. your nubs a shade darker, almost angry at being away from him for so long. he coos at your pussy as it was a separate being. “you missed me, didn’t you?” a peck to your clit. “i missed you too, but your mommy was tryna keep us apart.” you can’t help but laugh at the endearing silliness of him speaking to your pussy. faking a gasp he whispers “i know! it’s okay. going to take such good care of you now,” this time he looks at you.

his tongue moves over your bundle of nerves pressing down on your nub stimulating it just the right amount and plunging a finger into your cunt. his eyes flutter close at your taste. “nothing comes close to your sweetness, darling” he groans. your hands tangle in his head as he continues sucking your clit. you moan his name “ha ha ‘m so close toru.” so he speeds up his pace – licking ferociously, wanting you to reach your high quicker.

you come with a scream of his name. eyes shut and fingers tugging his hair but he has no complaints. he loved the sting when you tugged his hair like this – when you were too fucked out to even realize you were doing it.

he frees his cock and he feels like he can breath a bit better now. his hardened cock turns impossibly harder when you reach a hand down and pump it a few times and he watches in awe. pre cum lathering his length.

“you doing okay?” he asks you from above aligning himself but not pushing in. “yeah,” you hum but you’re lost in thought. about last night. but satoru notices everything. he squeezes your cheeks so you look at him. “what’s wrong?” genuinely concerned.

“i was hurt last night when you didn’t show up on time. and i didn’t understand why i was so hurt because it’s not like we’re dating or anything. but seeing that pic of you, out with those people hurt. cause i was here waiting for you, wanting to surprise you with a dress i bought, that i thought you’d like. but that doesn’t matter. what i’m trying to say is that this is more than just sex for me satoru. i really really like you. i want more of you. more of this. more of us.” you confess all that you’ve held in since this past few weeks of being apart from him.

he doesn’t say anything for a moment, reeling in your confession. you feel like you’ve ruined whatever you had going on. “satoru, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way” in fact it wasn’t. you’d be heartbroken if he didn’t feel the same way. “you don’t have to say anything. i just, i-“ you’re about to continue but he cuts you off with a hard kiss. “i do too. all that you said. i too, want more of you, more of this, more of us. it’s more than just sex for me too, baby. has been for a while. i’m really sorry about last night. wear that dress for me tonight, please.” he pleads. “i’ll cook you a nice dinner and we can have our first date as an official couple. what’d you say?” he smiles softly.

your heart clenches at overwhelming emotions and tears line your eyes as you repeat yes over and over again until he’s kissing you and drinking the love out of you.

he carries you over to your bedroom and lays beside you. he grabs your leg and places it over his hip, lining his cock with your cunt. slowly he pushes into you. you both moan in unison. him at the feeling of your snug walls and you at the feeling of his cock stretching you apart.

your foreheads touch as you maintain eye contact. he thrusts into you ever so lovingly. languid and hard thrusts. as if you both had all the time in the world.

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a/n: idk how i feel abt this 💔😭 but i hope you liked it. comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated!

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[zerokaram]

college basketball!abby x reader

synopsis: you're suddenly seeing abby, your best friend since your childhood, in a new lens. is it her arms? her strength? her drive? or the way she refuses to talk to, or even look at any other girl but you?

a/n: these are formatted like headcannons + scenarios to match them! not necessarily like a fic unfortunately. but if you guys would want that, i'd be glad to write something along those lines. enjoy!

at first, it was just something small. something so, so extremely small. maybe sometimes, she would look a little too good after practice. the way the wisps of her hair would stray out of her braid, her arms glistening in sweat and her shirt practically see-through from how hard she worked in the gym prior to her practice. or maybe it was the way she constantly towered over you, how she looked down at you when you two spoke, or how her arms carried everything and anything effortlessly, toned and muscular.

you don't know if you were just fucking imagining it or what, but holy, fucking, shit.

was it just your brain fucking with you? maybe you were just desperate or something?

you didn't know. but you were embarrassed to admit the fact that you were completely, and utterly infatuated with your 100% platonic best friend that you definitely should not be and definitely aren't swooning over. she was just a friend, and for gods sake, your best friend at that.

she just came home to your dorm, which she's been staying at for a few weeks now, covered in sweat. her arm and leg muscles practically bulging from her jersey, about to burst the fabric at their seams with only that and a compression shirt under it, paired with shorts that you've probably borrowed from her, her hair in a messy braid; stray strands sticking to her face.

anyone would be sensible enough to drool at this shit. it wasn't your fault that you had a hot best friend. right? i mean- what?

okay, but you couldn't help it that she had really nice arms. really defined, muscular, beefy, strong, capable, sporty, hot, sexy arms. it was just a general thing. it definitely couldn't just be you. this is totally fucking normal for a 100% platonic relationship. like, yeah. this is literally just normal. its literally just normal.

soon, your stares burned into her back. she could practically feel the way your eyes lingered from her face, trailing to her arms, and all the way down to her thighs. turning around to face you, she inquires cluelessly as if she didn't plan this whole scenario out on purpose. "baby, you okay? you look...dazed or something." she says, sneaking in a smile once she turns around again to get herself a glass of water.

baby. baby? did you hear that right?

you probably heard it wrong. you snicker, "oh, yeah. yeah i'm..fine."

one of abby's big games were coming up. only one more game, and it would mean that her and her team finally won the whole season. usually, she'd be pumped to finally get to train for the moment she's been dreaming of since the season started, but something's been conflicting her. a certain someone. she's had a crush on you for at least 5 years now, but the crush has been at it's all time high ever since you've started wearing her jerseys, her hoodies, and her clothes this past semester. god, fuck it. why not offer for you to do it again?

lounging on abby's couch in nothing but her hoodie and some boxers of hers that you found lying on your side of the bed from when you slept over, you held your phone in your right hand, scrolling through tiktok, while you held a cup of coffee in the other. abby (very willingly) agreed to let you sleep over at her place for as many nights as you wanted, since your roommates aggravatingly threw parties all day and night long.

you were interrupted by the door abruptly creaking open, abby stepping through the door, still in her basketball gear. she set her things down onto the kitchen counter, taking her hoodie off, revealing a more comfortable shirt under. she joins you on the couch; lying on her stomach, making a groaning noise. "shit..arms fuckin' hurt." she says, muffled whines getting silenced by the pillow she stuffed her head in.

you chuckle at her childishness. she's kinda always been like that, hasn't she? "too bad." you say, to which she frowns with a slight pout, looking up at you, wanting you to change your answer. you have no choice but to oblige. "-whatever. what can i do to help?" you ask in a playful tone, flashing her a smile.

she gets up from her position almost immediately, sprinting to her bedroom and grabbing her jersey before quickly running back to the living room and throwing the jersey in your face as if she planned this. "wear this to my next game." she says in a half-laughing, cocky way. you desperately pry the piece of fabric off of your face, trying to process what just happened. "no fuckin' way abs." you say, teasing her. you take a look at the shirt. it had 22 on the front, with ‘anderson’ printed on the back.

she frowns, sighing as she flops next to you, snaking her arms around you and stuffing her face in your shirt (in a definitely 100% platonic way). "c'mon." she says, "need someone to cheer f'me. js' wanna see my girl cheer for me. it would make me so happy."

you chuckle at 'my girl', "abs. this isn't helping with the rumors about us."

she accidentally blurts out, "don't fuckin' want it to."

...what?

before she knows it, and before you two could even talk about what she just said to you a few days before, it was finally game day. screams and cheers of girls who came just to see abby stretched from one part of the arena to another, echoing in your eardrums. you said you weren’t going to, but of course you wore her fucking jersey anyway.

abby looked into the crowd of people, searching for you desperately. she couldn’t play without you watching :’((.

about to give up on finding you, she feels two hands come around the side of her torso, hugging her from behind. she turns around to see you. wearing her jersey.

“you better win, i’m not parading your name on me for nothing.” you say sarcastically.

[pepsiboyy]

UNSPOKEN BOND.

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: where chris and reader are best friends and chris is in a toxic relationship. when reader is fed up with hearing about his frustrations with his girl, she confesses her undying feelings for him since their childhood. warnings: ANGSTTT (resolved), cursing, screaming and crying, use of y/n lol a/n: i love this. SO MUCH. you guys voted angst on the poll <3 enjoy, reblog + comment <33 wc: 3.4k+

"are you even listening to me?" chris's finger stabbed at my shoulder, and i sighed deeply as i dramatically picked up the remote and paused wall-e on the tv.

"no, chris, i'm trying to watch the movie we agreed to watch tonight." i mumbled and smiled softly at the puzzled expression on chris's face. i leaned over and fixed the loose strands.

all i knew was that chris kept yapping about his girlfriend of about six months now that i dreaded hearing about. she was emotionally draining, to say the least. and if she was for me, i couldn't even begin to imagine how she was with chris.

i had been best friends with chris since about kindergarten.

"hey!"

my head turned as i desperately tried to wipe the sand from my eyes, my tears having a hard time escaping.

the girl who had pushed me to the ground had stepped away.

"jus' cus you're a girl don't mean i won't kick ya!" the boy shouted, stepping closer which made the girl take a few steps back and run in the other direction.

i slowly opened my eyes to the boy, my eyes red as i sniffled and rubbed my elbow that had been scraped.

"you got sand in your eyes?" the boy asked as he kneeled down and brushed some hair from my eyes and behind my ear.

i nodded softly and looked at him for a moment.

"i'm chris." he gave me a dopey, toothy grin and held out his little hand. "what's yours?"

i took in a breath and held out my hand as well, gently placing it in his to shake. "i- it's y/n." i smiled.

chris shot me a smile that i could read through his bright blue eyes as well, but we both quickly whipped our heads around when a teacher was calling out his name, the little girl from before following behind with her arms crossed. "crap," chris mumbled with a deep sigh as he pulled his hands away and stood to his feet.

"christopher, what do you think you're doing, threatening to kick girls?"

"but!!" chris quickly defended.

i watched as he left and smiled to myself, standing up and brushing off my butt from the dirt.

chris always looked out for me ever since. and his brothers did the same as soon as i met them.

around sixth grade, i admitted to myself that i had feelings for chris. it was something i always kept to myself, something i never really spoke on.

something i did tell his triplet brother, nick one day by accident, but played it off as a joke because i didn't know how he felt about it.

"you know, y/n, you and chris bicker about as much as him and i do. it's hilarious."

i smiled at nick and shrugged as i took a sip of my pepsi. "well, i don't know," i mumbled as i set the soda down, "maybe it's just all the time we've spent together."

"or maybe it's because you have a big fat crush on him," nick joked, smiling as he wriggled his eyebrows and nudged my shoulder with his own.

i chuckled and shrugged softly, leaning back and sighing. "well, maybe i do." i admitted and smiled.

nick's entire expression dropped. "wait, excuse me?"

i quickly sat up and waved my hands. "no no, i was joking." i smiled nervously, causing nick to stare at me.

"that tone of yours was... pretty convincing-"

"pfft, me?" i started as i rubbed the back of my head and stared at nick. "as if i could have a crush on chris, that's.. that's insane."

nick stared at me, dumbfounded. "right. you had me there, i guess."

"anyways, what's with you and that one guy in our class?" i questioned, quickly changing the subject.

ever since then i kept it to myself.

the undying fear of rejection and ruining what him and i have - that was enough for me to try and move on.

but i couldn't.

chris and i had reached our senior year of high school, and he was now dating this girl that i watched rip the smile from his expression.

that adorable, dopey smile that made his eyes squint, taking his vision away temporarily.

it tore me apart, watching chris constantly stress about this girl for six months now.

now, i had my fair share of relationships through junior high and high school to try and get over chris. nothing serious, because i couldn't seem to feel anything for any of these people.

it was hard. having a crush on your best friend.

knowing that everything you did together was strictly platonic, and it would always be that way.

the credits began to roll on wall-e, and i let out a strangled yawn with a big stretch.

"alright, i'm gonna head home for the night." chris mumbled, eyes glued to his phone as he stood to his feet.

i stared at him and sighed, nodding. "good seeing you, chris. let's hang out tomorrow?"

chris didn't respond, and instead slipped on his shoes to head out.

as the door shut, i sighed deeply and pressed my face to my palms.

chris was never allowed to spend the night anymore since his new girlfriend. which, i suppose i would feel the same. but it still stung, having some of your greatest memories with one another being ripped away from you both.

"that fuckin' hurts!!"

chris yelled with a soft giggle, his eyes squinting as he groaned dramatically.

"come on chris, it isn't that bad!"

you smiled as your fingers attempted desperately to peel at the rubbery face mask that had stuck to chris's skin.

"it's pulling my sideburns!"

"man up!"

you smiled as you adjusted the band that held up his curly bangs from his forehead before continuing.

you had finally convinced chris to let you do his skincare. you had always wanted to, and it shocked you when he finally said you could.

"fine, but just this once."

hell, i was in love with chris. i was in love with the way his teeth had a small gap in the front, i was in love with the way his eyes creased each time he smiled, i was in love with the way he would hold me each time i was heart broken and i was in love with the way my name fell from his lips each time we saw each other.

"y/n!"

he wrapped his arms tightly around my shoulders as he tugged me into his chest, his nose burying into my hair.

"chris, i saw you yesterday," i chuckled as i hugged his waist.

"i just missed you so much."

i tensed up as i felt a tear roll down my cheek.

this wasn't uncommon, the feeling of guilt and jealousy that washed over me as i reminisced on what we once had. but now.. now it was all about his girl who he liked.

the girl who "stole his heart" he says.

the one who finally made him think, maybe relationships aren't so bad.

but she was singlehandedly ruining him, and i had to watch it happen. i tried to give him the warning, and he didn't really have a valid response.

"what did you think of her?"

chris asked as he removed his jacket and hung it up on the coatrack by the door.

i shrugged as i slumped against the couch and sighed, playing with my fingers.

"y/n?" chris sat beside me and blinked a few times. "you okay?"

"i don't like her, chris."

chris furrowed his eyebrows as he looked me up and down a few times, his expression now puzzled. "what do you mean?"

i sighed as i sat up and looked at chris. "let me get this straight, chris. she tells me she hates my outfit and good thing she doesn't shop where i do, and that at least her clothes flatter her body. she asks me if i had just gotten out of bed and if i'm a hermit, and how you could know someone like me." i stated firmly. chris swallowed. "and you didn't say a word to defend me."

"she was joking, y/n-"

"chris, if i were dating someone and he said even the slightest disrespectful joke to you, i would turn it down immediately. you realize that?" i stared at him in disbelief.

chris nodded softly as he looked down. "i understand. i'm sorry. i won't let it happen again."

that was about a month into their relationship.

i sighed as i closed my eyes and laid down, my eyes closing after i had finished crying.

my phone ringing woke me up at about 1pm.

with my hair in every direction and my eyes lidded, i groggily reached over to grab my phone and read the caller id.

chris🧸

i sighed and pressed the green answer button, pulling the phone to my ear. "hello?" i mumbled, my voice scratchy and deeper as i had yet to speak this morning.

"y/n? are you just waking up?"

i sighed as i sat up and rubbed my forehead. "yeah, doesn't matter. what's up?"

"yeah, sorry. umm. could you come over? i'm kind of.."

i let out a deep sigh as i stood up and threw on a hoodie and sweatpants. "yeah, i'll be right there. is it your dumbass girlfriend again?"

"y/n, i told you not to call her that."

"yeah yeah," i sighed as i headed straight for my door, getting in my car.

matt, chris's other triplet brother was the one to open the door for me. i smiled softly at him, and matt gave me a sad smile as he opened the door wider for me to enter. "good to see you, y/n. i feel like you never come over anymore." matt mumbled.

i gave him a soft nod and a quick side hug after he shut the front door and locked it.

matt returned upstairs to nick's room, i assumed he was helping nick pick out outfits for his next instagram post.

i looked to see chris sitting in the kitchen, his hands in his hair as he kept his elbows against the wooden kitchen table.

i sighed as i walked towards him and set a gentle hand on his shoulder. his breathing was shaky, uneven. "what's wrong, chris?"

"i- i just don't get it.. she's always accusing me of being dishonest, y/n. she thinks i'm hiding stuff from her just because i hang out with you.." chris mumbled as he looked up at me, his eyes puffy and his cheeks stained.

i sighed as i stared at him in disbelief. normally, i would soften up and tell him it isn't his fault. "so did you forget to tell her we were hanging out, or did she just think it was a huge deal?"

"well i- i forgot to tell her but i didn't think it was a big deal!"

"god, chris!" i slammed my hand to my forehead. "isn't her biggest issue with your relationship hanging out with me?" i sighed as i looked at him and quickly shook my head. "she's just overreacting, chris. like she always is."

chris stared at me for a few moments before running a hand through his hair and sighing deeply. "maybe she has a point, i'm just sick of having these fights with her."

i was fed up. it was the same thing every fucking time with these two. and i've had enough of watching my best friend get hurt.

"maybe the problem isn't just her, chris." i stated as i took a deep breath, my expression now one of anger. "maybe the problem is that you aren't seeing what's right in front of you."

chris cocked an eyebrow as he looked up at me. "what..?"

i took a deep breath as i stared at chris and took a step back. "i'm talking about me, chris. about us. ever since you helped me out of that stupid sandbox, we have been attached by the hip." i clenched my fists as i stared at him. "we were inseparable, you were my top priority, and i was yours. but now.. now you have this bitch of a girlfriend who is just ruining you! ruining us!"

chris flinched at my language, but quickly stood up. "don't call her that," he quickly stated, but i cut him off.

"no, chris. she had never liked me. i have never liked her. i'm sick of her!" i felt my face grow hot, my eyes begin to water. "chris, you silence me every time, but you don't see what i see! she's fucking ruining you. every day, i watch your smile die and your emotions crumble!"

i saw chris's eyes avert to the stairs, where i assumed nick and matt stood as they had definitely heard the shouting from nick's room.

"chris, i've been here since day one. our chemistry is unbreakable. or it was. until she came along." i stared at chris, who was now taking steps towards me.

"y/n, please don't cry-" he reached forward to pull me into an embrace, but i quickly stepped back.

"no, chris. i will cry. because i've been hopelessly in love with you for years and years now. and you have yet to see it, or do anything to defend it. and that's okay." i smiled sadly at chris, who stood in shock. "i always thought that i feared rejection or losing you. but with her in your life.. you've already left." i smiled sadly at chris.

chris stood still, his eyes glued to me. he had nothing to say. and that was fine.

i sighed and looked down, rubbing my eyes. "forget it." i mumbled as i turned on my heel, meeting eyes with nick and matt.

they both shared the same sad expression as they watched me.

i shot them a soft, sad smile before heading to the door and leaving, shutting it behind me.

four days. it had been four days since the incident.

i hadn't heard from chris at all, and i didn't expect to. i did hear from nick and matt a bit, both of them reaching out to ask how i'm doing. nick asked a few more times than matt did, offering to bring me food. i politely declined, but thanked him nonetheless.

i was bedridden the last few days. my eyes glued to the ceiling, prominent dark circles beneath them. my hands continued to pick at the skin on the edges of my nails, something chris would always stop me from doing.

"hey, why are you doing that?"

i turned to chris, who had an arm around my shoulders and a faint smile on his face. his hand reached to pull my hands apart.

"you're tampering with your pretty fingers, y/n. pick at mine instead."

he would offer, but i would tell him no after a soft laugh.

i turned to my window and frowned at the soft pitter patter that clashed with the glass, my chest rising a bit more in a deep breath before i sat up.

i went to my bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

i'm a fucking wreck.

i think i'd rather crawl into a hidey hole and never leave than have the public eye see me like this.

i ran the water in the sink and let my hand run beneath it before allowing my fingers to glide through my hair, gently brushing through it with my fingers.

i then went to my kitchen to find something to eat, but narrowed my eyes when seeing nothing but yogurts and an apple sitting inside.

with a deep sigh, i took a yogurt and peeled it opened, digging through the drawer to grab a spoon.

i laid against the couch and sighed as i stared at the ceiling, mindlessly eating yogurt.

strawberry flavored yogurt.

"why is this one green?"

i giggled as i held up the green strawberry to chris's face, biting my lip to suppress a laugh. "it's almost as big as your nose."

"hey!" chris clasped his hands over his nose, his face growing red. "don't even say that," he giggled as he flicked my forehead.

"ow! what'd you flick me for!"

chris simply let out a cheeky giggle and began running in the opposite direction, shamelessly apologizing to the few people he had bumped into.

i smiled at him from afar, admiring the way his silky hair bounced with each stride he took away from me before continuing to pick at the strawberries.

ding dong.

my body jolted at the loud sound as i lifted my head and sighed loudly. "coming!!" i yelled, wrapping a blanket around my pajamas and fixing my hair as i went to the door and turned the handle, opening it quickly. "hello?"

my eyes widened and my face fell.

christopher sturniolo, standing at my doorstep with soaking wet hair and shaky breaths, his hands grasping his belongings that were slightly dampened from the rain.

"chris? what are you doing here?" i asked, my voice just above a whisper.

"please, can we please talk?" chris asked, his voice sounding just as broken as mine.

i pulled the door opened further and let him in, mentally thanking him for stomping his shoes on the mat outside before trailing his feet indoors.

"take a seat, do you want a towel?" i asked him, carefully stepping inside and looking at him.

chris shot me a soft smile and nodded. "that'd be awesome, actually.. thanks.." he mumbled, standing awkwardly beside the couch. he didn't want to get it wet.

i ran to the hallway closet and grabbed a towel, smiling softly as i handed it back to him.

he thanked me and pulled it onto his head, drying his hair and face with a soft sigh.

we stood awkwardly for a few moments before we each spoke up.

"chris-"

"y/n-"

we both chuckled.

chris stared at me with a look i hadn't really seen before. well, not in a while.

"i broke up with her." chris stated.

i blinked a few times as i looked at him, slightly confused. "what? how come?"

chris stared at me, dumbfounded. "you were absolutely right. and i don't know why i let her stick around for so long." chris whispered.

i nodded as i stared as him, gently taking a seat beside him on the couch.

"what you said to me the other day, i-"

"it's okay if you don't feel the same chris." i gently set a hand on his shoulder.

"i just- i got frustrated, i accidentally opened up to something i shouldn't have, and i just don't want to ruin our friendship or what we have, or upset you, but if you don't feel the same, it's okay, i just-"

i rambled. and i was cut off.

by the feeling of chris's lips against mine.

the most gentle kiss known to man, his hand against my jaw as he closed his eyes. his bangs tickled the bridge of my nose as he tilted his head and pulled away.

"and i thought i talked too much," chris whispered, his face a bright shade of red as he smiled at me.

i stared at him in shock. "chris-"

"i'm sorry i was too stupid to realize that you've been the one for me since that day in kindergarten when that bitch shoved you in the sand."

i chuckled and gently pulled him into a tight hug, my eyes closing.

"thank you so much, chris.." i whispered.

chris hugged me back, his arms wrapping around my waist. "what're you thankin' me for?" he questioned, his hand gently rubbing my back.

i sighed and took in his scent, nuzzling into him and letting out a deep sigh.

"just... for bein' here. and the best."

chris chuckled softly against my shoulder and rubbed my back.

"thank you, y/n." chris whispered as he pulled away.

i looked at him and gently stroked his cheek. "what for?"

"for helping me realize that i've been missing out." chris whispered, pressing his forehead to mine and closing his eyes.

i smiled and sighed softly.

for years and years, chris and i had an unspoken bond. but it was spoken of as soon as it began to fade away. and now i think that bond will remain stronger than it ever was.

taglist;; @sturnioloshacker @nickgetsmewetter (will add more once my poll finishes T_T)

[bouncybongfairy]

Werewolf Ghost looses control on the full moon and fucks the new recruit. New recruit doesnt know who it was cause they were face down in the dirt the whole time getting the best fuck of their lives.

Brainrot

Animal Like Rage

Werewolf Ghost x Fem Reader

Summary: As a new recruit you hear alot of tales and stories about Ghost on the feild. You chalked it up to overexaterations based on his intimidating apearance. After being paired for a mission with him, you see first hand these account, if anything played-down.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Rough Smut, Sex in Forest, Masocistic Ghost, Blood Kink.

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Everyone knew that there was some underlying reason why they called Simon ‘Ghost’. As a new recruit you heard stories about seeing Ghost do remarkable things on missions. Ripping a man's throat out with his teeth. Beating men twice his size into an unrecognizable pile of messy flesh. While hanging out with other recruits, they would exchange rumors heard about him. After hearing all the tales you came to the conclusion that it was all just over exaggerations. Maybe you were just telling yourself that in order to comfort yourself for the upcoming mission you had with Ghost. All your friends were making a big deal of it. 

As if he was going to chew you up and spit you out or something. The two of you were driving towards the perimeter you’d be guarding. It was actually quite a picturesque section of forest. Lots of trees and wildlife living among them. The mission was to simply look out for the assailants if they fled in your said direction. The two of you both knew it would be a boring night. The sun had set about an hour ago, and the moon was beautiful. Full and completely illuminated the sky with its burnt yellow tone. 

“It’s really nice tonight right I mean, look at the moon-” you started to make conversation but then realized Ghost was no longer with you. 

Your initial reaction was that he was fucking with you. Trying to pull a fast one on you so he could entertain his friends with a story of a gullible recruit. You called out his name a couple times over coms but got no response. Yelling his name out wasn’t an option, seeing as that could give away your location. For about 20 minutes you continued to check the perimeter of the area but to no avail. Eventually you decided to go into the forest to look for him. Starting to get uneasy, feeling like you were seeing things out of the corner of your eye. You stumbled across both of Ghost’s guns placed upright against a tree. 

Immediately you bend down to investigate the scene. As soon as your knees hit the ground, you felt someone on top of you. Hitting the ground so hard, it knocked the wind out of you; rendering you completely disoriented. The taste of copper started to flood your mouth. Immediately you assume it’s one of the target’s men. Especially when he ripped the radio off your vest. You reach down for your knife and go to fight back. However, he uses his palm against your back; shoving your upper body against the dirt. You tried to get up but the person’s strength was unparalleled, like a cement wall. Heavy breathing and growls could be heard from above you. 

Ghost’s mind was wrapped in a fog of lust and greed. Ever since he first saw you,  he knew he wanted to lay much more than his eyes on your body. He had so much pent up sexual aggression that he’d been carrying for weeks. He was practically shaking with anticipation, he ripped your pants off. His claws leave abrasions on your hips and upper thighs. Blood starts to create droplets along the vertical lines. Only to be smeared by his hands gripping your sides, lifting your body and forcing you to change positions. Grabbing your hips and forcing you onto your knees. The dirt and mulch from the forest floor cutting up your skin. 

He grabs your ass and spreads you apart, watching as you desperately try to get away. Not wasting any time, he shoves his cock into your entrance. Loving the way you squirm and clench around him; not used to the burning and stretching. Most of you was scared but there was a small part that found this exhilarating. Being bent over in the middle of the forest while you were supposed to be on guard. Apart of one of the deadliest task forces to ever exist but still being used like a bitch in heat. 

He began rocking his hips in and out of you, loving how your tight pussy hugged his length. Like you didn’t want to let his member go. His bloody hands grip onto your ass, his claws digging into the soft flesh. He was growling and snarling; drool dripping from his mouth and onto your back. He’d been watching you for a while, walking around the barracks practically half naked. He’d been waiting for an opportunity to get you alone and when he found out you two were together on this mission… It was like fate was trying to satisfy his hunger. He loved watching you, completely in submission for him. Your face was buried in the dirt and your blinks were slow. Gradually becoming more braindead and pliable. So cock-drunk that you were pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts. 

“Such a little pain slut, you want more?” he asked, voice raspy and low. 

His thrusts were so hard his thighs were spanking your ass, starting to leave the skin reddened and raw. His hip bones leave bruises from them assaulting your skin. You were going in and out of consciousness, his tip hitting your cervix is what brought you back whenever things went black. He was starting to get sloppy, losing rhythm and frantically groping your body. Pushing your body flat against the ground and pile driving you. You never felt someone so deep inside you, like he could literally rip through you. 

Having no control of the situation but loving every fucking second of it. The burning feeling in your stomach boils into your climax. Holding your breath while trying to rub yourself against the ground; overstimulated and desperate for any type of friction. Seeing you becoming so disheveled and desperate made him cum. Letting his body weight fall onto you, bucking his hips and growling into your ear. Once he’d finished up, he got the both of you dressed and carried you back to the safe house. Where you were treated for injuries sustained by a ‘animal attack’.

[wordsarelife]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱: 𝐢'𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲

pairing: theo nott x fem!reader

summary: theo tries to make everything right, but it might seem to be too late. all while your brother makes an unexpected appearance and interfers with your love life

warnings: mentions of a loved one dying, car accident, trauma, underage drinking, angst

notes: feels like an eternity since i posted the last chapter lmao

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one year ago

cormac had left the party an hour ago. he had just left you there, standing in the middle of the dance floor, as he bid off the passenger seat of his cabrio to a girl whose name you couldn't even remember now. all you knew was that she was sitting on the passenger seat that had been supposed to be yours.

you were drunk out your friend and had zero idea in which direction your house was. you took a look out of the window. it was raining and it would be a stupid idea to just blindly walk in one direction in the dark.

you thought about a way to get home, when a voice behind you made you perk up.

it was theo. he was taking to two guys you had never seen before. you smiled as your heart beat calmed down.

you knew theo, theo would help you.

"theo" you slurred and hiccuped.

theo did not look as happy to see you, as you were to see him.

"cormac" you hiccuped again "left me and i wanted to ask if you could drive me home?"

"i told you, he was bad news" theo rolled his eyes as the two other guys walked away.

"i know" you hiccuped "and you were right"

he nodded. his eyes already fixated on something or someone behind you.

"could you please drive me?" you asked "it won't take long, i promise"

"it would take half an hour" theo argued "we're not in town anymore. do you even know where you are?"

you shook your head and he sighed. you thought he would maybe say yes and rip you a new one on the drive home, but theo shook his head and your heart sank.

"call a taxi or something"

"please, theo" you pleaded "please, help me"

theo laughed sarcastically. "just yesterday you told me we couldn't be friends anymore, because i don't approve of your asshole of a boyfriend. so tell me, why should i do anything to help you?"

tears were running over your cheeks at this point and you could only watch as theo threw off your grip on his arm and walked away from you.

you got your jacket from the hanger at the door, before you walked out into the cold. the rain was dripping into your face, but you didn't mind. you started walking in any direction, as you took out your phone and dialed your older brother.

"leo?" you hiccuped as soon as your call was answered.

"y/n?" leo's voice was hoarse, he had probably been asleep.

"i'm sorry for calling you so late" you cried into the phone.

"is everything alright?" he was sounding a lot more awake now. "what happened?"

"cormac left me at this party and i don't know how to get home"

"i'll come and get you" he was moving around, probably getting dressed "can you find out where you are? can you send me your location?"

"yeah" you said and quickly did as he has asked. "i'll wait on the street"

"okay" he checked the location you had send "that's pretty far from mum's house, but it's not as far to dad's place, i will probably be there in ten minutes"

"okay" you said "thank you, leo"

"of course" he said, before the two of you ended the call.

you waited ten minutes, twenty, thirty, before your drunken mind decided that walk in the direction leo would probably come from. maybe he had gotten lost in the dark.

you weren't sure if it was intentional, but at some point you had just started to follow the sound of sirens that were coming from the street a few hundred meters away. the lights were making it hard to miss.

he was already dead when you arrived. the police was busy pushing back the people, but you had recognized your dad's car. and you could see his hand slipping out from under the black cloth. he was still wearing his bracelet and you were wearing the same.

your tears mixed with the rain that was still dripping from the sky. you screamed and two police officers came to check on you.

"are you alright, miss?" the man couldn't have been older than twenty-six.

"that's my brother" you cried.

he turned around to look in the direction of your eyes.

"that's my brother" you repeated. "please" you begged.

the officer helped you to stand up, before he took you by the arm and brought you into the middle of the street, where an older police officer was waiting. the younger one brought you a blanket when he noticed how much you were shivering.

"what's your name?" the older asked

"y/n" you stuttered, your eyes still fixated on leo.

"she's not older than sixteen" you could hear one of the medical assistants whisper.

"how old was he?" the other asked.

"eighteen? or nineteen?"

no you wanted to scream he's only seventeen

“where do you live?” the police officer asked.

“can’t i see him, please?” you cried. the police officer exchanged a look with one of the medical assistants, before he nodded.

you followed them to your brother, who was still laying on the street unmoving, but they wouldn’t raise the cloth. you just touched his hand and the bracelet on his arm. his hand was cold and your heart shattered even more.

“come on” the police officer said. “i’ll drive you home” you didn’t react when he softly took your arm and walked you to sit in his car. you just told him the address of your dad when he asked and watched the street as it moved past you.

he followed you to the door and you could see the smile on your dads face die down when his eyes fell on you. “where’s leo?”

“i’m sorry, sir-“ the police officer began and you blended him out. your eyes were focused on the jacket in the entryway. did leo leave it? did he drive without a jacket to get you? he must’ve been cold.

your fathers sobbing was what brought back. the police officer excused himself, before he pushed you inside the house.

“he wanted to pick me up” you said as you stared up at your father.

and then the screaming began. it only stopped when it was half past three in the night. your father send you a last look, before he told you to grab your things.

he didn’t want you to stay the night.

he stopped the car in front of your mothers house and told you to get outside.

“dad, please” you had begged, but he hadn’t even looked at you.

“i don’t want to talk to you” he had said before he drove off and left you standing in the middle of the street.

you opened the door with your key and as you walked inside, someone turned on the light.

“y/n!” your mother screamed “where have you been? you’re soaked!”

you had sat on your bed and started at the wall for what felt like days. april came to look after you, but both of you didn’t speak. the boys came, but you told april that you didn’t want to see them, so they left.

the only person you wanted to see was theo, but he didn’t come.

the funeral was beautiful, from what you could notice through tear filled eyes and april stayed close to you the entire time, clutching your hand like her life depended on it. hers didn’t, but yours maybe did.

the boys had come, all but theo and after the funeral you all had went to the lake, because it had been leo’s favorite place in the world. it had been his idea to throw together some money and buy the garage. it had been pretty run down when you found it and all of you spent half a year renovating, but in the end it was worth it.

it was the perfect place for all of you and the perfect place to practice songs for the band theo and leo had started.

before enzo, leo had played the guitar. now the band was missing a member and none of them new if it was even fair to go on.

after a few months, enzo, mattheos little brother started playing for them. they continued rehearsing in the garage, april went from time to time to watch them play, while your visits became less and less.

you didn’t want to see theo and from what you heard he didn’t want to see you either, because he stayed away whenever you were near.

weeks turned into months and what seemed like a separation for now turned into normality.

you had almost been glad when theo started talking to you again, even when it was in a malicious way. but that was safe territory, you were having a relationship that allowed both of you to not talk about everything that had happened. you could just ignore it that way.

now

theo spent his days running around his room, thinking about ways to make it up to you, to excuse his actions.

there were lines flowing through his head. a song was forming and he couldn't stop the need to sit down and write everything down, everything that you deserved to hear.

he didn't have the intention of airing out anything. he just wanted to show you what you were worth to him and how sorry he was that he had been the reason you had felt so alone. he had robbed you of your friends, he had robbed you of him, when you had needed him most.

later that day he drove up to the garage to use enzo's guitar. he wanted to feel the words, to make sure they were the right ones.

he played the first few notes, slowly and gently. before he began to sing, crossing words and adding new ones that fitted what he wanted to say better.

when he was finished he called enzo, begging him to send you a message, because you would ignore any message he would send anyway.

can you please come to the garage? please, i really need your help, it's about april

the message enzo had send made you worry. april didn't answer when you tried to call her, so you got the leo's old bike from the shed and rode there as fast as possible.

when you arrived, you walked inside quickly, searching the place with your eyes for kind of sign from enzo or april.

"hey" your eyes fell on the couch where theo was sitting.

you turned around, ready to walk back outside, but he quickly stumbled to his feet, holding your arm before you had the chance to flee.

"did you get enzo to send that message?" you asked "i thought something had happened to him or april. i was worried sick" you slapped a hand against his chest, trying to push him away.

"i know, i'm sorry"

"sorry-"

"doesn't cut it this time, i know" he interrupted "just please, sit down and listen to this"

"another song?" you huffed.

"please, y/n"

you sighed, before you sat down on the couch, you watched him walk around the keyboard, before he took the acoustic guitar and sat down across from you.

"it's called matilda" he muttered "and it's everything i want you to know"

you listened attentively as he played the chords, his voice only a whisper.

you were riding your bike to the sound of "it's no big deal" and you're trying to lift off the ground on those old two wheels nothing about the way that you were treated ever seemed especially alarming 'til now so you tie up your hair and you smile like it's no big deal

your heart beat faster when he looked up and found your eyes.

you can let it go you can throw a party full of everyone you know and not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love you don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up, mmh

your eyes filled with tears as the soft shiver in his voice and you realized that he was crying too.

matilda, you talk of the pain like it's all alright but i know that you feel like a piece of you's dead inside you showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days it's none of my business, but it's just been on my mind

this song felt realer than any he had written before. it felt like everything theo wanted daddy issues to be, before it had been used in a way to hurt you.

you're just in time, make your tea and your toast you framed all your posters and dyed your clothes, ooh you don't have to go you don't have to go home oh, there's a long way to go

you can let it go you can throw a party full of everyone you know you can start a family who will always show you love you don't have to be sorry, no

you knew he was referring to the boys and april. it had taken you way too long to realize that they had been your family all this time, even during the hardest year or your life, they had tried to be close and show their love, you had just been too stubborn to accept it.

but love wasn't something that could end. not this kind of love. you had always loved them and you had always loved theo, but right now your heart was too heavy to forgive him, even if you so desperately wanted to.

"thank you" you said and theo looked up with hope in his eyes. "but did you think a song would be enough to fix everything that is broken between us?"

his heart sank and he shook his head.

"i tried to ignore it these past weeks, tried to be your friend" you muttered "because it was easy, it was familiar. but it's like everything that you did this past year comes back anytime i look at you and it makes me wonder how you can say you love me when that was the way you acted"

"i hated myself for what i did" theo admitted "it was my fault that leo needed to come and get you in the first place. i could've brought you home, but i didn't want to, because i was so damn jealous and stubborn"

"why didn't you come to the funeral?"

"because i was ashamed of what i had done that night" he looked down and for a moment you were sure he was gonna grab your hand. he didn't. "but i'm gonna make it up to you, if you just let me"

"it's too late" you shook your head "i appreciate your effort, but it's just too late, theo. i'm sorry"

"just give us one more try" he begged "i know that we belong together"

"theo" you said as you softly touched his cheek, he leaned in, capturing as much of your warmth as possible. "it goes great for a while and then we start fighting. that's just our nature. and we're so fucking immature when it comes to the other"  

"we can make it work"

you shook your head "no we can't" you looked to the ground "you were right when you said that we weren't good for each other. it's because we're not good to each other, at least never for long"

you left the garage and took all in you to not turn around when you heard him sob. there was a part of you that so desperately needed to be close to you, but an even bigger part was just hurt at his actions. that part had been in constant pain since leo had died and you truly did not know how to get rid of that pain.

theo tried calling you about a thousand times, you didn't answer and after some time just blocked his number. he stared at your window all day, but you kept the curtains closed.

you didn’t even mind him telling dave that you would be playing pixie dream girl on saturday, it was just that he had lied to you. and on top of everything else that hurt the most.

enzo had called you too, apologizing for the way he had led you on. he also told you that he had been at the doctors and gotten his cast removed. his hand was well enough for him to play saturday, so there was no need for you to show up.

you had been happy to hear that. after all that had happened you weren't sure if you had had the strength to stand on that stage with him.

it was friday, one day before the concert, when you sat down on the floor of your room and your hands went under the bed, pulling out leo’s box. you were looking for one of his photos, your favorite one of him and you, but you couldn’t find it.

“where is it?” you muttered, as you got back on your feet and looked around the room.

maybe it was downstairs. maybe it was in his room. maybe your mother had took it.

you walked down the steps slowly and carefully, as to not wake her.

leo’s room looked like it always did. it was organized, everything was were it was supposed to be. it had looked like that ever since he had moved in with your dad and only spent the weekends in here.

you walked around the bed and to the shelves where a few photos were displayed. you and him, him and the rest of the band. photos from your childhood, from summer at the lake, from band practices and late nights spend renovating the garage.

you opened the drawer that was filled with his clothes. parts of him that were still here, while he was so far gone.

you didn't find it and your eyes just slipped past your mother when you left the room. before you could continue your search in the livingroom, the doorbell rang.

"go away, theo" you said loud enough for him to hear through the door.

"it's me" a voice said "matt"

you opened the door and it was indeed mattheo who was leaning against the wall.

"if theo send you, you can tell him-"

"he didn't" mattheo interrupted, before his hand went to the back pocket of his trousers and he held a small box in your direction.

it had been wrapped and looked like a birthday gift.

"what is that?" you asked suspiciously.

"it's from leo" mattheo explained "he made me keep it, because you always searched his things for presents, remember?"

you did. you had always done that. it had been a way for yourself to try and react the best way to the gifts you were getting.

"it's from a year ago" mattheo continued "he made me keep it from you. i would've given it to you sooner, but i honestly forgot about it. i just found it because i had to clean out my drawer"

"which drawer?"

"i'd rather not say"

you nodded.

your birthday had been just a few days after the accident. april had baked you a cake and you had spent the day with her, laying in your bed, eating cake and watching movies. it was probably the saddest birthday you had ever had, mostly because you felt leo's absence extra hard.

he had loved birthdays. and he had loved giving gifts.

"thank you" you said finally, as you took the box from his hand. "do you know what's inside?"

mattheo nodded. "i don't want to tell you what to do"

"then don't" you smiled, ready to close the door, but mattheo wouldn't let you go so easily.

"yeah, but i will" he grinned "what happened was pretty messed up, okay? everything with your mum and dad.. theo acted like a fucking idiot and i'm not saying you should just forgive him, but just- both of you should stop punishing yourselves for something that wasn't your fault"

"matty-"

"just because leo died doesn't mean you owe him something" he continued "none of you is at fault for that. it was that fucking drunk driver okay? you and theo aren't cursed or anything and leo wouldn't be angry if you just stopped beating yourself up for something you had no control over"

"i appreciate-"

"just watch what's on this" he tapped the box "then we can continue this argument"

you finally nodded and watched as he walked back out to the street, he waved at you before you closed the door.

despite the uneasiness, you slowly opened the box. in there was just a dvd. you raised your eyebrows. leo had been a bit old school with these things.

you walked into the living room, turning on the dvd player and putting the dvd in, before you started the video.

"hey, y/n" leo was sitting right where you were now. "happy birthday! hopefully you like my present, at least you definitely need it. it's fine if you really like cormac, but don't forget us and uh, don't forget theo, hm?"

what followed was a black screen and then laughter, your laughter. a video started playing. your were chasing theo around the lake, while you could hear leo cheer you on behind the camera.

before you could start to wonder, music started playing and not just any music. about you, theo's unreleased song. so leo had known about it, about the song and probably also about the way theo had felt.

you began crying as other videos followed. leo and you trying to hit the last two bowling pins and failing. mattheo, enzo and you as you tried to make a human pyramid. laughter was heard all throughout as draco, blaise, april and you ran a race that you and april lost by far.

there was a video april had taken of you during practice, as you had sat on the ground before the band. your eyes had been fixated on theo the entire time. you didn't even know this video existed.

"who's taller?" theo asked into the camera. "what do you think?" the camera swung to leo, who smirked.

"you or her?" he pointed between you and theo. "is that a serious question?" your brother laughed and the camera swung back to you, making a face and crossing your arms.

"you're just saying that, because you like him more than me" you muttered with fake offense.

"never" leo laughed, before he pressed a kiss to your cheek, which you immediately rubbed off.

the last video was one of you all sitting at the fire. theo was playing the guitar and you were sitting next to him, watching his every move.

leo turned the camera around. "they're in love" her whispered with his mouth close to the lens, before he turned the camera back at theo and you and zoomed in on you, as you sang along to the song theo was playing. "theo doesn't want to admit it to me" leo continued "but she is his pixie dream girl" you could hear him laugh about the joke to himself as the video ended.

that's where theo had gotten the song title from. someone must've showed him the video at the campfire, maybe that was what tempted him to write about you.

"he was happy in his last months, wasn't he?" you almost shrieked as you suddenly heard your mother speak. you turned your head. she was standing behind the couch and she looked unusually awake. her face was as tear stained as your cheeks and you nodded.

"he was" your eyes fell on the on the photo she was holding pressed to her chest. she followed your eyes and sighed.

"i'm sorry" she exclaimed "i found it in your room and took it. it wanted to have my children near me and i always loved this picture of the two of you. i was about to give it back"

"it's alright, mum" she was so clear all of a sudden.

"come here, baby" she sat down beside you and opened her arms, so you could crawl under the blanket next to her. "i missed you"

"you did?" you asked surprised.

"i know it's my own fault" she said "i shut you out. you didn't deserve the way i treated you, i'm so sorry"

"mum" you muttered. "it's alright"

"no it's not" she pressed a kiss to your head "i will get healthy, okay? i promise. i lost my son that night, but my daughter is still here and i have to become a better mother"

"it was my fault" you whispered "that's why you got so sick"

"oh, baby" she shook her head "it was never your fault, i should've gotten help for myself immediately, but i just wanted to be alone. i never wanted you to feel like anything that happened that night was your fault and i was wrong to worry you, to let you feel like you had to get through this alone"

"i wasn't alone" you assured her "i had april"

"and theo right?" your mother pointed to the paused picture of you and theo at the campfire.

"theo and i don't really talk anymore"

"why not?" your mum asked surprised "you were always so close"

"we started falling out before leo's death and after that we didn't really talk to each other anymore" you explained "we became friends again, but he did some pretty hurtful things"

she looked at you expectingly, waiting for you to continue.

"he wrote a few songs about me and he messaged dad"

"oh" your mother breathed, before she cleared her throat "do you think you'll ever be able to forgive me?"

"there's nothing to forgive, i was never really angry" you admitted "i just felt so alone"

"i know, sweetheart" she nodded "i promise i will make it up to you" she nudged your arm "but if you're able to forgive me after all the horrible things i did to you these past months, don't you think you will be able to forgive him too?"

your eyes fell on the tv. you thought about the way theo's and your eyes connected and you thought about what leo had said.

they're in love.

"yeah" you nodded "maybe i will"

authors note: what do you guys think? should pixie forgive theo? :)

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[unheavenlyvision]

SLEEP OVER PT.1

pairing: fushiguro toji/reader

wc: 2.3k

summary: staying the night at your boyfriends place for the first time is nervewracking, especially when he seems to feel a certain way about you wearing his clothes

a/n; dilf dilf dilf dilf dilf dilf...uhm anyways...i lurv toji a lot and i needed to write something for him, i thought it would fix me but it may have made me worse :D also, i would like to write a part 2 for this maybe :3

warnings: 18+ only, smut, established relationship, tiny bit of possessiveness, (minor) size difference kink, heavy petting, dry humping, afab!reader, no use of pronouns or y/n, nicknames used; doll, ma'am (once in a joking way)

MDNI | SMUT UNDER CUT

Hovering in Toji’s kitchen, you try to make yourself seem more relaxed, you’ve been in his house plenty of times now but this time is different. This is the first time you’re staying the night, alone, in his house, with him.

Besides heavy petting, nothing more has ever happened between the two of you, to say you have expectations is an understatement. It doesn’t have to happen but you’ve been together for a little bit now and there’s only so long you can hold out, you mean, have you seen Toji?

He’s been patient, you were initially the one who said you didn’t want to rush things, you were scared of just being a lay and asked him to wait until you felt ready, which he has respected. He’s respected it…too well, barely making out before he’s parting from you. The sexual frustration you’ve been feeling has you wound so tight that you might literally implode as soon as he touches you.

From across the counter separating you, he teases, “You gonna help me over here? Or did you propose baking together just to watch me do it for you?”

“Well… I am enjoying the view,” you flirt back, playing off the stiffness in your joints.

He raises a brow at you, “How about you flirt with me while whisking that bowl right there,” he nods down to the bowl just off to his side.

“Yessir,” you stand at attention and throw a little salute his way.

When you round the bench to stand next to him, he bumps into your shoulder with his own, “You feeling okay, doll?”

You hum and look up at him, “Yeah, I’m good.”

It’s mostly quiet after that, aside from small talk and teasing remarks made while you finish prepping the ingredients. You told him that sleepovers needed brownies and he went out and bought stuff to make them, it was incredibly sweet and made you almost swoon on the spot when you showed up and he told you what he’d done.

Unluckily for you and your clumsy nature, his sink sprays a bunch of water down your front as you’re washing a dish. You let out an unceremonious squeaking sound at the sudden rush of cold running all the way down your pyjama shirt, to your pants.

The bowl Toji was holding clatters a bit as he drops it to be at your side, “What happened?” He asks before seeing your drenched clothes, an amused smile taking place where his concern was sitting, “You’re not much help in the kitchen, huh?”

“Hey!” you frown at him, “I am perfectly helpful, thank you very much. It’s not my fault your sink hates me.” You feel like a wet cat under his gaze, “What am I meant to do now? These are the only pyjamas I bought with me,” you pout slightly, looking down at your ruined clothes.

“Just wear something of mine,” he shrugs easily.

The idea of wearing his comfortable clothes makes your skin buzz, “Okay… thank you,” you mumble at him.

He scoffs at your sudden coyness, “You want me to pick something out for you or do you got it?”

“No, I got it,” you smile at him before turning to wander through the house to his room.

Shuffling through his drawers, you find a shirt and some sweatpants to wear. They’re large on you, the whole look incredibly baggy, having to pull the drawstrings on his sweats a bit tighter to make sure they stay up. You feel better though, warm, you hope he won’t mind but you had to borrow a pair of his boxers as well…

When you walk back into the kitchen, Toji does a double take on you, his eyes widening slightly, “You comfy?”

“Very,” you walk up to him, “You finish with the brownie mix?”

He stares at you for a moment before replying, “…Yeah, they’re in the oven.”

“Nice, putting the mix in the tray is my least favourite part, it’s always so sticky and messy and I end up getting frustrated because it won’t all go in and then I need another spoon to get the mix off the spatula and then I have to go back and forth…” You trail off, noticing he’s not really paying attention to what you’re saying, he is looking at you though, “Toji, Something wrong?”

He considers you for a moment, “You look cute,” is all he says.

You feel shy under his gaze now, not expecting him to compliment you so sincerely, “So do you?”

He barks a laugh at your clumsy compliment, “Alright, wanna watch something while we wait?” He changes the topic.

“Sure!”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

He’s not as subtle as he thinks he is, his hand rests on your thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles but just because he’s not subtle doesn’t mean it’s not working. The tv plays some movie in front of the pair of you but you can’t pay attention, you’ve not retained a single plot point, his warm hand on your thigh is all you can feel, all you can register.

You have a feeling you’re going to have to be the one to break this, the weird limbo you’re both in. Turning your head to the side and looking up, you aren’t ready for how he’s already looking down at you, his hand on your thigh reaches for the side of your face, cradling you gently. He moves in slowly, giving you the chance to pull back in protest if you don’t want him to kiss you.

You want it though and lean up the rest of the way, kissing him deeply, wanting to put your lips on him for nearly the whole time you’ve been here. He meets your eagerness, his hand holding you more firmly, his tongue licking into your mouth, wanting to taste you. His body moves into yours more, his other hand grabbing at your hip.

His kisses grow rushed and he ends up trailing them to your neck, kissing and licking along the exposed skin there. The hand on your face angles you to his will, manoeuvring you every which way so he can get his lips on whatever part of you he desires.

Huffed out whine leave you at the way he nips at your skin, he has enough of the odd angle and pulls you onto his lap completely, sitting back as his hands roam your body over his clothes.

“Toji,” you whine out his name.

His eyes look into yours, “Do you need me to stop?”

Shaking your head at him, you say, “No, I need more…”

“You really do look cute in my clothes,” he murmurs, leaning in again and pressing a full kiss to your lips, “You look comfortable… all wrapped up in my clothes.” He reiterates that they are in fact his clothes you’re wearing.

His hands move under the large shirt, groping at your bare skin, delighting in the warmth and plushness of you. Your body breaks out in goose bumps as a noticeable shiver runs down your spine, his touch electrifying to you.

“My, how sensitive you are,” he teases you, a self-satisfied grin making its way onto his face.

“Shut up,” you snark back, “Just… kiss me again?”

His smile grows, “Yes ma’am,” he jokes before kissing you again.

You’re getting lost in it, in the feel of his lips on yours, it’s making you dizzy and needy. Your hips grind down into his on their own accord and Toji moans against you, surprised by the sudden friction. Recovering quickly, his hands grab your hips and encourage you to keep going, your clothed cunt dragging up and down his covered cock has spots in your vision.

Your hands grip the fabric of his shirt tight, your lips disconnecting from his every time you moan, only for him to press them back together. His dick twitches in his pants, painfully erect and sensitive, he has a feeling he could cum like this.

This is the furthest the two of you have gone so far and he’s not wasting this opportunity, he needs to see you cum, he needs to hear it. The grip he has on you is harsh, his hips rut up into yours which results in the most pathetic sound he’s ever heard coming from you… he needs more.  

Pulling back, you whinge, “Toji~ I wan– t more… I want more.”

“Well… I want you to cum while wearing my clothes,” he counters.

You gasp at his blunt words, “I–”

You don’t get the chance to finish your thought, his hips thrusting up, the shock delicious. His dick is leaking profusely in his pants, he’s way too sensitive right now, for his grown age. You’d asked to go slow and he complied but that didn’t mean he didn’t have to furiously jerk himself off after your visits.

Toji’s boxers are uncomfortably wet against your core, slick and stuck to your pussy with how worked up he’s gotten you. All the layers are upsetting you; you just want one less layer, his pants, your pants, you don’t care, you just need more.

“Toji, lemme take off the sweats, please, please, please,” you all but beg at him.

“No. Told you,” he scolds, “I want you cumming in my clothes.”

“Mmm but…” You hesitate.

You’ve caught his interest, quirking a brow at you, he asks, “But what?”

You decide to tell him even though you’re a little embarrassed, “I’m also wearing your boxers.”

He holds you still against him, a sound of objection coming from you at the lack of friction, “You’re wearing my boxers?”

You nod quickly, hoping for this line of questioning to be done soon, “I am.”

“Why?”

You look down, to where you’re sat on top of him, his large cock strained against his pants, you falter slightly in your answer, distracted. Toji’s hand tapping against your thigh brings you back, “Mine were wet from the sink…”

He tugs at the sweats, “Take these off, right now.”

Standing on wobbly legs, you undo the drawstring on his pants and slip them down.

Toji groans at the sight of your bare legs, “Lift up my shirt,” he directs.

Which you do, biting your lip, trying to fight off the urge to run away in embarrassment. Your hands hold his shirt up slightly, exposing to him how you’re wearing his boxers.

His eyes scan your lower half carefully, his heart stuttering in is chest. His light grey boxers dark where your arousal has pooled, “Fuck, come here,” he pats his lap, grabbing you when you’re close enough. “You’re so fucking wet, doll, shit.”

When you’re back on his lap, he wastes no time, his cock rubs between your folds, parting them from under his boxers, the friction different and consuming. This feels so much better than before, it feels almost intense after getting minimal sensation.

“Toji~ I don’t think I’ll last long like this,” you admit, feeling shame from how pathetic you must seem.

“Good,” he groans, his hips thrusting up into yours while his hands drag you back and forth on his cock, “I won’t either.”

To hear he’s just as effected by this as you are makes your cunt pulse around nothing, a whimper leaving you from how pathetically empty you feel, “I still want more,” you pout.

“Later,” he promises.

Your skin buzzes and your stomach clenches, your fingers dig into his shoulders, feeling impossibly close to finishing. Your eyes grow dazed, hot, huffed breaths leaving your parted lips. The sight has Toji’s cock twitching profusely, barely fighting off his orgasm, wanting to see you cum first.

“Come on, doll, I need to see it,” he tugs you quicker, your slick cunt sliding easily against his pants, the wetness seeping through the boxers onto them, “I need to see you cum for me.”

You shudder at his words, “I’m gonna–”

One of his hands leave your hip and slides to your face, his thumb pressing past your lips, you take it and suck on it, tongue licking the pad of it gently. A moan from deep in his chest rumbles under your hands, it’s all too much. Your cunt flutters against him and your eyes roll back, moans muffled around his thumb as your cum gushes from your pussy, coating his boxers even more.

Toji can’t help but watch, he’s watching you so closely, his cock cumming very suddenly. Your orgasm, the dumb look in your eyes, the flutter of your lashes, the shake in your body as you cum in his clothes undoes him. His own cum seeps into his pants, a large, wet stain growing on his sweats as his dick jerks with his orgasm.

He pulls his thumb from your mouth, dragging your lower lip down with it, “Fuck,” he bites out.

He rides out both your highs, lightly grinding his hips up into you as you both come down. Your form collapses into him, curling yourself around him. His arms wrap around you, holding you close as you jolt every now and again, it’s cute, he thinks.

You lay peacefully like this for a moment before you remember, “The brownies,” you try to pull yourself away from him.

“They’re fine, oven went off only a moment ago,” he hums.

“I’ll go grab them then,” you say.

“Alright, shaky, off you go,” he mocks you and your jelly legs.

Pulling back, you frown at him, “I will.”

He just smiles knowingly at you.

Crawling off him carefully, you stand on your shaky legs momentarily before sitting back down on the couch next to him, “Maybe you should go get them.”

“Mhm,” he answers, leaning over he presses a kiss to your cheek, “That’s what I thought.”

You cross your arms over your chest and scowl at him, pretending to be more upset than you actually are.

Toji goes into the kitchen and pulls the brownies out, he calls over to you, “So… I hope you like the corners of your brownies a little crispy.”

You can’t help but laugh at that.

PLAGIARISM NOT CONDONED | REPOSTS NOT AUTHORISED

[bunny-lily]

Tether Me - Chapter 2

Pairing(s): Geto/Gojo/Reader

Summary: “Hey! Didn’t keep you waitin’ too long, did we?”

“No, not long,” you assured, fighting hard to keep your eyes off his friend for however long possible, vainfully clinging to your sanity. You knew that as soon as you centered your vision on him, your ability for conscious thought would evaporate. 

You wanted to present yourself as at least marginally normal as a first impression, though you doubted you were achieving that by avoiding the obvious third presence. You were surely coming off as rude, you really should–

“This one's Geto Suguru,” Gojo introduced the noiret by his side, nipping your overthinking at the bud.

At last, your full attention was guided to him.

Oh.

Oh. That was a mistake.

CW: No y/n | polyamory | slow burn | slice of life | alt au - no curses | fluff | light angst | eventual smut | forgive me, there's internal monologues | I like using big words... | Gojo & Geto are whipped for you | emotionally constipated reader | (most of the tags have been condensed, you can find the full list on my ao3 here)

AN: there's a couple mentions of emotional eating (in thoughts). Degrading words towards self (slut, whore, etc) but not self-degrading. I think that's it? Lemme know if I missed something, it's 5:50 am at time of posting and I am eepy, so I'm sorry if I did ♥

Ch: Prologue | Ch: 1 | Ch: 2

WC: 12.9k

The scent of something marvelously delicious wafting through the air had you groggily rolling over from your stomach to your back in bed, stretching your arms above you and practically vibrating the way a cat would as you eased away any sleep-induced tension from your muscles.

You honestly hadn’t slept that well in a long while. You were bleary-eyed, sure, but refreshed. You didn’t have any heavy bags under your eyes, you didn’t experience any nightmares of being hunted. Just calm, good, dreamless sleep.

As much as you wanted to laze around in bed all day, though, the watering of your mouth couldn’t go ignored. Or the rumble in your stomach, for that matter.

With a sleepy groan and big, feline-like yawn to match your stretch, you shuffled out of bed and rubbed the crusties from your eyes as you pulled on some comfortable clothes. Hell if you knew what you were going to do for the day, you could figure that out after you sated your appetite.

You were downright drooling when you left your room to do your morning routine and groused like a toddler that didn’t want to brush her teeth before devouring her weight in breakfast. But you were a grown ass woman that quite preferred to have good hygiene, thank you very much. The intoxicating call of sustenance would have to wait until after you scrubbed your face and polished your teeth to perfection.

Catching sight of yourself in the mirror made you choke when you saw how chaotic the nest of hair on your head was. You felt like a cartoon character that got zapped, your tresses sticking in every direction. 

You must have slept really well, then.

You combed your fingers through the messy strands, trying to smooth the misbehaving locks. It took some effort to tame them into a somewhat presentable fashion, which was the most you cared to do when you were dying to eat already.

Your eyes flickered towards the remaining bottles you left on the sink countertop from last night and you nearly lost your shit.

Just what did Satoru put Ijichi through to get you high end skin products like these? And in such a short amount of time? You guessed the poor man broke a few speeding laws to get these in time for you to use. That, or maybe Satoru had informed him earlier, when you initially agreed to take him up on his offer to stay at his place. Or he already had them and was keeping them around for this kind of situation? Did he use the same brand?

Well, whatever. You were going to use those zealously, so help you god.

And, by the heavens above and seas below, they were fucking incredible. Your face was baby-skin soft. Lustrous, dewy, you were glowing, and certainly felt like it, too. You couldn’t stop touching your cheeks and forehead, they were just so smooth. 

No wonder rich people always had the clearest skin. If you had these while growing up, you never would have had to deal with getting acne in your teens and into your adulthood.

So fucking unfair.

Lamenting how Satoru was born with a silver spoon in his mouth while you were robbed by the universe, you followed the delectable wisps of the tasty aroma in the air like a drunk cupid with tiny wings and a dazed veneer on your face. There you found the man himself in the kitchen, humming an unfamiliar song to himself.

You continued to be baffled that he knew how to cook. It seemed almost unnatural, in a way. He was the prime example of a rich boy that you could find reclining on a poolside chair, hands behind his head as a servant hand fed him grapes. Yet here he was, cooking away, an apron tied around his neck and waist (with frills and little hearts, too, the flashy ass). You wouldn’t be surprised if it had ‘Kiss the Chef’ written across the front and oh, would you look at that, you were right.

“Goooood morning!” Satoru exclaimed, turning away from the stove to greet you. The apron was even flashier than you thought. For fuck’s sake, it had sequins on it. “How’d you– whoa. Nevermind, your hair answers that question.”

You subconsciously tried to flatten down your frizzy tangles once more, grumbling and pulling your gaze away from the atrocious fabric covering his chest that you would totally wear as well, gods, it was horrific. Your morning hair never liked to cooperate with you. “Morning.”

Yawning against the back of your hand, you climbed onto one of the barstools at the kitchen island and veered your body to the side, trying to see what he was cooking around his arm. It smelled sweet, the kind of sweet that was almost enough to make you nauseous, but wouldn’t actually cross that line. Kind of like dessert after you’ve filled yourself to bursting with dinner.

“What are you making? It smells really good,” you said.

“Pancakes!” He exclaimed, sliding an already finished plate to you, soufflé pancakes stacked high atop, drizzled in chocolate and syrup. He even added fruit slices in an arch around the back, just to make it extra fancy.

Someone had a sweet tooth, it seemed. That, and it was obvious he was trying to show off his culinary skills, having the perfect reason to do so now.

But who were you to point that out? You were getting free food, and not even for the first time! Of course you were going to stuff yourself sick with these. Because, honestly, they did look incredible. You would have felt bad about devouring such art if your stomach wasn’t going nuts. 

“Wow, these smell amazing,” you said, scooping up a bite with the fork he passed you. You admired it, tilting it a few degrees in the light, then chomped down on it. 

The noise you made was downright unholy. Straight to the Second Circle with you, don’t even think about looking at the pearly gates of Heaven.

“Fuuuuck,” you keened as you immediately shoved another piece into your mouth. You savored the delectable meal with chubby cheeks, letting the sugary and fluffy delight overtake your senses. “This is so fuckin’ good.”

He cackled at your reaction as he finished cooking and styling up his own plate, ditching the eye-bleedingly ugly apron, and you realized a trice too late that you just stroked his ego considerably. “I didn’t know you could make those kinds of sounds,” he quipped. The sunlight pouring through a nearby window caught the lenses of his glasses when he slid into the seat beside you, making them glint the same way his eyes would if you could see them unobstructed. “Makes me wonder what other noises you can make.”

You almost choked on the pancake you were greedily wolfing down.

Okay, he was not allowed to say things like that while you were eating. And especially not in that voice, the one that lowered a couple octaves and had you squirming in your seat. Barely 10 minutes into the morning and you were already struggling to keep your composure around him.

You swallowed down your food stiffly and patted your sternum with a wee cough. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I’m not opposed to that.”

“You promised you’d let me use your hot spring first.”

“I can be patient!” Exclaimed the man who very much could not be patient.

You deadpanned, but your lips quivered as you tried to restrain a grin. “Somehow, I doubt that.”

He moped like he was told he couldn’t go to the park today. “You’re so mean to me. How could you? And right after I graciously agreed to house you, too.” Wow, he wasn’t kidding about not letting you live that down.

To make up for it and bring the whiny baby back into a good mood, you let him have a few bites of your food, and he lit up like a damn firework, scarfing them down without a second thought. He had this sort of boyish charm that was difficult to resist in a way that made you want to tease and taunt him endlessly. His statuesque features certainly aided his charisma. 

“By the way,” Gojo began, speaking around a piece of syrup-covered strawberry from his own dish. “There’s someone I want to introduce to you later. You’ll like him.”

You gave him a sidelong glance. Was this the second ‘someone’ Granny mentioned the day before? You shuddered at the thought of dealing with two Satoru’s. You barely knew the first one, and he was already a handful and a menace. You chewed quickly and swallowed to answer.

“Is he anything like you?” You asked, doing your best to be ladylike and eat the way a normal person would. You weren’t really succeeding.

He grinned wide. “He’s the best! Second to me, of course.”

“That does not answer my question,” you pointed an accusatory fork at him.

“Pshh, don’t worry. He’s cool. Well, not as cool as me, but very close.”

That still didn’t answer your question. More so, it put you on edge. You were already mentally preparing to get acquainted with this potential twin, doppelgänger, and/or clone.

“Can you at least tell me his name?”

“Geto Suguru,” he responded.

Geto Suguru, huh?

Same initials as Gojo Satoru. Same amount of syllables, too.

You were so fucked, weren’t you? 

The thought of having two copies of the gremlin beside you had you preemptively putting your hands on your nape to ease the tension. Figuratively, but possibly literally, depending on if height was something they shared.

“Alright,” you said. “When do you want me to meet him?”

“Oh, the time will come, you shouldn’t worry your pretty little head.”

Well, if that wasn’t the most cryptic shit that definitely had you worrying your pretty little head. Asshole, he was doing that on purpose, confirmed by that cunning expression he had as he observed you with his temple resting on his fist, elbow on the counter. He liked toying with you.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Don’t look at me like that.”

He raised his brows. “Like what?”

“Like you’re planning some shit.”

Satoru pressed his fingers to his chest, feigning innocence. “Why, I’d never!”

He was absolutely planning some shit. All you could really do now was brace yourself for whatever was to come, though you were certain that no amount of readying yourself would keep you from getting swept off your feet. “I’ve got my eye on you.”

That was the wrong thing to say, considering he fucking swooned and tipped over, resting his head on your shoulder and closing his eyes, sighing like a schoolgirl. “I knew you thought I was handsome.”

You gave a long-suffering exhale and poked his cheek. “I said no such thing.”

“Yeah, but you looked it.”

“The hell does that even mean?”

“Just keep your eyes on me, pretty baby,” he directed and sat back up, reaching for his fork. “What’s on the agenda for you today?” He asked as he scooped up the rest of the syrup on his plate with the last bite of his food.

You coughed to cover your blush, grateful for the topic change. “Well, I guess take stock of all I’ll need to do with my house. I got a job at Granny’s store, so I’ll start working there in a few days.”

“Shit, really?” He gaped at you. “That fast?”

You nodded around your final piece of pancake, closing your eyes to savor the sublime flavor. You’d have to make him teach you to cook like that sometime, too.

A ‘whooh’ sound left him. “Impressive.”

“It’s weird,” you said. “Everything’s worked out so far, and I’ve barely been here for two and a half days. I’m getting suspicious.”

“Why?”

Your shoulders lifted and dropped. “Seems too good to be true. Gotta stay on my toes, y’know?”

Satoru ruffled your hair as he stood to stack your empty plates into the dishwasher. “You think too much, sweetheart.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Let me be paranoid.”

“You’ll just give yourself worry lines like that,” he cautioned, returning to press his index finger between your brows, “riiiight here. You gotta relax, princess. Chill out, do something fun.”

It was hard to, after spending so many years escaping metaphorical ghosts. Old habits die hard, you supposed.

He was right, you could really use a break from non-stop wariness. This was supposed to be a fresh start, after all. You washed your slate, unmarked of everything on purpose, keeping next to nothing but your name and the clothes on your back. No contacts, nobody waiting for you somewhere, no responsibilities or obligations holding you back. Who knew how long you’d get the chance to let go like this? Might as well take advantage of it.

You weren’t sure what would qualify as ‘fun’ here, but you were a new sprout, after all. What better way than to learn firsthand?

“Alright,” you agreed. “Recommend anything?”

“Hmm,” he lolled his head side to side. “Go to the bakery. It’s not far from Granny’s store, a couple streets north. Hard to miss, it’s got a big sign. We saw it on the way to Granny’s yesterday.”

You scratched through your memory, trying to remember exactly where it was. You had a fuzzy idea, but the benefit of living in such a small locale was that it wouldn’t be too difficult to find. “Will do, thanks. I’ll go after I check out my place first. I’ll need the emotional support after that.”

“Fair enough, I saw why,” he chortled. Oh, the exterior was nothing compared to the interior, sweet summer child. “You want a ride there?”

You considered it, then shook your head. “Nah, it’d be better for me to walk there to get more familiar with the town.”

“You sure?” He raised a brow, a teasing, lazy smirk crawling up his lips. “Won’t get lost?”

“Probably,” you snorted, “but experience is the best teacher, eh?”

He chuckled low in his throat. “If you do get lost, don’t be afraid to call me. I’ll be your prince in shining armor.” 

You made a ‘pffft’ noise and glared at him. He just smiled back like the dork he was. “It’s knight in shining armor.”

“Prince is better. I’m not some lowly knight.”

Drama queen. “Alright, whatever you say, prince. I’ll see you–” In the midst of slipping off the stool to get ready to leave, you stopped, remembering a key piece of information. “Hey,” you spoke up, rotating to scrutinize him with a squint. “How did you know my back door doesn’t have a lock?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “My friends and I would go there on dares when we were younger. Believed it was haunted, dumb kid shit, you know how it goes.”

Oh.

That– yeah, that sounded way more plausible and understandable than whatever ghost stories about kidnappers and serial killers you came up with. But he still could have phrased it better than he did, he didn’t have to go creepy-mode to convince you to stay with him for the time being.

“Why?” He chortled. “Thought I was gonna kidnap ya?”

“Yes,” you replied automatically, scratching the spot behind your ear sheepishly. “Sorry about that.”

He snickered at your expense, bending down and lowering his voice into a rumbling murmur. “You never know. Maybe I will.”

“Har har,” you replied flatly. “Very funny.”

His lips curled further, eyes gleaming behind his shades. “Better keep your guard up, princess. Someone might just come and snatch you up when you least expect it.”

You scoffed as you swiveled and headed towards the front door. Satoru followed you in a way that reminded you of a puppy, or a mischievous cat, observing you as you tugged on your shoes. “I’m sure I’ll be fine. I can scream really loud.”

“And if they cover your mouth?”

“I bite,” you grinned toothily.

He crooned. “I’ll keep that in mind. You sure you don’t need a ride?”

“I’ll be fine,” you dismissed his uncertainty and double checked your purse as you put it on. “I’ll catch you later.”

“Ah, wait, before you go,” he halted you, reaching out to search through a bowl on the console table pushed up to the wall. After a second or two of digging around, he pulled out a key attached to a ring and held it out to you. “Here, in case nobody’s home when you get back.”

You took it from him and turned it over in your palm, evaluating its untarnished sheen. “Thanks,” you tucked it away safely into a pocket in your purse. “Is it new?”

“Just a spare,” he stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Put it to good use, yeah?”

“Sure,” you agreed.

He patted your head and you scowled at him. “I’ll be awaiting your call for when you need to be rescued.”

You stuck your tongue out at him as you opened the door and stepped out of it. “Dream on.”

His rolling laughter was the last thing you heard as you closed it behind you. The purity of the air awed you again. It was like a medium between you and nature, tickling every one of your senses. There was this certain liberating power in this valley, one that swelled behind your heart and spread out like hot tea on a cold winter morning.

It swirled in your stomach and radiated from your chest in time with your pulse, lulling and salving. Why had you never considered going to the countryside before? 

You were a city-hopper, bouncing from metropolitan hellscape to metropolitan hellscape, where the streets of downtown reeked of anything sickly, apartments were expensive to rent, and you only ever felt like a side character.

Restaurants there were always jam-packed, cafés were less of early day respites and more places of palpable depression. The bars were grimy and boozy, ear-piercingly loud and sweltering with the body heat of dozens of people pressed too tightly together, but at least they were good for one thing.

They were good for shutting down your brain. When it got too loud and too full, when the alcohol burned too much and the people were too touchy, that was when you went into autopilot and thrived in the bliss of silence created by the endless droning of the bass vibrating from your feet to your scalp. You hated liquor, just the thought of it made you queasy, but you craved the buzz it gave you back then.

You didn’t have that luxury now, but you didn’t need it. You hadn’t so much as thought about partaking in that vice since moving, actually. Had you known about the kind of life you could find here, you would have ditched the neon streets a long time ago.

The placidity of mostly untouched vegetation and of the tightly knit community provided a different kind of solace, one that distracted you with things far more interesting than paranoia and anxiety-driven overthinking.

You didn’t feel lost here. Not in the metaphorical sense. Literally had yet to be seen. It remained unfamiliar, but your panic had smoothed out from the first steps you had taken off the train. You could breathe without feeling like there were matches being held too close to your lungs, or needles aimed at your heart.

You didn’t hold onto hope, though. The pattern remained the same. Once you got used to this place, you’d hop on the next train and be on your less-than-merry way.

Will I ever stop running? You asked yourself frequently.

Nobody ever answered.

That’s alright. For now, you were okay. 

Choosing not to indulge in those ideologies, you followed the curving road back down the incline, noting that the car Ijichi had brought you in was gone. You’d need to find a way to thank him, as well as Granny. You didn’t like being indebted to people, especially if it put you at risk of getting tied down.

Satoru was a different problem entirely, since he was letting you live with him. Chores, rent, maybe another thing or two to keep the score level. You weren’t great on brainstorming ideas on how to return favors, but you’d figure it out. A good walk always helped make the creative juices flow.

You ruminated on who he wanted to introduce you to later, coming up with ideas about what he might be like. Hopefully a counterpart and not a duplicate, you weren’t sure how much you’d be able to handle if that was the case. 

If he was friends with Satoru, though, the likelihood of him driving you insane in one way or another was highly likely.

“I bet he’s disgustingly handsome, too,” you muttered cattily under your breath. “I’m gonna see him and the last brain cells I have are gonna explode.”

It didn’t help that you had no idea when you were going to meet this ‘Geto Suguru’. Would you have time to anchor yourself mentally? Would it be today, or a week from now? Could you even prepare at all?

Ugh.

Satoru was right, you thought too much.

As you roamed around, the shrine caught your eye once more, and you stopped to take it in. You hadn’t been to a shrine before – not this kind, anyway. The bigger ones in Tokyo didn’t count. You vaguely remembered how to pray, though you weren’t sure if you should. Paying respects, though, that was fine.

You nibbled on your bottom lip, debating. In the end, it wasn’t a hard choice. You would take any chance to procrastinate and delay facing the disaster awaiting you as much as you could. Except for the bakery Satoru recommended, you were saving that for after you made a plan for your house. You figured you’d want to stress eat afterwards to balm your troubled heart.

Besides, you weren’t sure if you’d have the time to visit after you got started on everything. You had a few days to use up, why not use them to check things out?

The trail leading up to it was easy to find, and though clearly well-traveled and requiring some exertion to traverse, it was clear that it was loved. The flowers on either side of the path were tended to with a compassionate hand, blooming and fragrant. You took a break on several occasions just to sniff a few, admiring them. 

Usually, you were picky about flowers. 

Most were less redolent and more bitterly pungent for you, such as roses. They were elegant, no doubt, but their scent always bordered on perfume-y in a way that reminded you more of an old folks’ home rather than pleasant and subtle beauty. Generally, florid notes made your face scrunch up like you ate something unexpectedly sour.

These flowers were just right, though. They still had those floral undertones, of course, but presented salubrious and fruity essences atop it. It made you mull over why every other flower you smelled before wasn’t palatable. 

Soon, the shrine entrance was in clear view. You traced your finger along the edge of a petal one last time before standing up from your squatting position and making your way over to it. The tower itself was mostly vertical in terms of size, decently small in contrast to the typically larger ones scattered about Japan, but it fit in perfectly with everything else here.

There were two stone benches on either side of the archway leading in, pressed up to the sturdy cobblestone foundation, and lanterns situated at the corners of both, reminding you of a few animated movies with similar designs you’d seen in the past. They were slightly shaded, turned a few degrees away from the sun, and you imagined it would be nice to read there and watch the sun fall asleep beyond the horizon.

The doors were open, guarded by dog-like statues, a bit crudely carved out. Satoru had mentioned it was a shrine dedicated to the wolves that used to roam the mountains, so the statues were likely meant to resemble them. You were curious about the interior, wanting to see the altar up close, since each place of prayer had their own uniquely made one, but the sight of a person clad in white and red kneeling in front of said altar within had you nixing that idea. You could do it another time.

She must have noticed your approach as her head lifted and she peeked partially over her shoulder. She rose up and rotated to face you, and you withheld your exasperation.

Right, this was just fucking ridiculous now, what the fuck.

Why was there another criminally attractive person in this godsforsaken valley? You got scammed, you wanted your money back. Everyone here was so out of your league, you felt like the dog that caught the baseball bat after it’s thrown rather than a player in the game. What, was there going to be an additional good-looking person, ready to knock the wind out of you?

Probably Geto.

If any of these people told you to get down on your knees and bark, you would have without question.

Seriously, why?

You should have been relishing existing in the presence of so many charming folks, but in reality, it just made you feel self conscious.

“Hello,” she greeted as she walked over to you, bringing you out of your internal raging monologue. “May I help you?”

“Oh,” you fluttered your lashes and stammered minutely, trying to recollect yourself. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to distract you. I just wanted to see the shrine.”

The shrine maiden’s lips tilted up politely. “You’re fine, don’t worry. Are you a tourist?”

“No,” you fidgeted with your thumb and index finger on your right hand. “I moved here recently. I’m checking around to get more acquainted with the area.”

Her brows rose a millimeter short of being comical. “Really? That’s surprising. Did one of the villagers leave that I didn’t know of?”

“Also no. I bought the house on the outskirts, uhh,” you twisted to scan behind you and pointed in the general direction of it. “That way.”

“That house? I thought they’d torn it down a long time ago. Why that one?”

You lowered your arm. “It was cheap. Gave me an excuse to move here properly.”

“I hope you’re not staying there, it’s dangerous,” she frowned, using a stern yet caring voice.

“I’m staying with Gojo Satoru while I fix it up.”

Immediately, the woman’s face twisted into a sneer of repulsion. Scorn shadowed over her honey-brown eyes, causing yours to widen as hers narrowed. “Run away while you still can,” she told you firmly. 

Well, that’s not worrisome at all.

What the hell did he do to her?

“What? Why?” Your brows furrowed.

She sighed as if the mere mention of Gojo had stripped a few years off her lifespan. “He’s the devil in disguise.”

Was anyone ever going to give you a straight answer about him? “Did he…do something?”

Her scorn turned to ire and agitation in a snap. “He’s so obnoxious! And arrogant, I can’t stand to be around him, he pisses me off to no end,” she downright snarled, heat rising to her cheeks from her anger. “He acts all high and mighty when he’s just a spoiled brat that refuses to respect his elders!”

“Oh–”

“Me!” She pointed harshly at herself. “I’m his elder! Well, I mean, not the only one, but still! He was raised like a golden child, given everything he wanted. He loooves getting on everyone’s nerves, especially mine. Get away from him or he’ll send you to an early grave, miss.”

You didn’t know what you were expecting when you came to view the shrine, but a rant from a peeved miko definitely wasn’t anywhere on your list of possibilities. His name alone sent her into a tailspin, and you would have regretted it if seeing her go off about the man wasn’t more entertaining than it had any right to be. You did feel bad, but madly interested, too.

“I…see,” you reacted stiltedly, stifling a laugh. “Are you, like, exes or something?”

She gaped at you as if you had informed her of her puppy’s passing. “What? No! Absolutely not! I– how could– never even mention–” She abruptly stopped herself, took a few intensely deep breaths to calm herself, then she was smiling kindly again as if nothing had happened. “Where are my manners? I’m Iori Utahime, a miko. It’s a pleasure to meet you. And you are?”

Left reeling from her unexpected 180 in demeanor, you stuttered out your own name in response, to which she nodded in approval.

“A lovely name. You said you moved here recently? How fun! What brought you to this valley?”

Satoru had several questions to answer for the next time you saw him. If you had a notepad and pen, you would have been writing them down like a P.I., bobbing your head with a solemn face as you asked Iori to recount her history of events.

“I came to study abroad in Tokyo a few years back, and fell in love with the country,” you said. “I’m not big on cities, though, so coming here seemed perfect.”

Maybe you were embellishing your story a bit, but in all fairness, you didn’t know her. Besides, clean slate; you had no story before this, why not paint one now that you had the freedom to?

You weren’t going to whip up some grand tale about how you were this astonishingly intelligent, leading programmer in your country that did impressive work for science (that was your mother), but it didn’t hurt to fib the truth a small amount. The part about studying abroad was true, anyway.

She appraised you with an interested visage. “I see, I see. Where are you originally from?”

Man, people loved asking that, huh?

It’s not like you could blame them, you’d do the same in their place. You were a foreigner, they were going to treat you like one.

“Ah,” you told her of your place of origin. “It’s nothing special. I mostly traveled.”

“Oh? How did you make money?”

“Freelance,” you answered. “Odd jobs here and there, enough to keep myself afloat. Have you traveled before, Iori-san?” 

You could see the overjoyed spark in her eyes that someone was finally respecting her. “Only within the country,” she responded, somewhat somber. “I’ve always wanted to see what it’s like outside Japan.”

You tilted your head back to see the sky and think of suggestions. What do the stars look like here? “Depends on where you go. Some places are very packed and have lots of things to do no matter where you go, like Europe. Other places are more sparse, like the States.”

“But the States have more people,” the woman pointed out.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, “but that country is massive and people there tend to group into major cities, rather than be spread out. California is technically bigger than the entirety of Japan, but has way less people.”

Her eyes bulged in surprise. “Really?”

“Yep. It’s why you might hear Westerners say ‘there’s nothing to do here’,” you glanced at the structure behind her. “You guys revere wolves here, right?”

Utahime clapped her hands twice eagerly. “That’s correct! How’d you know?”

Based on her reaction to you merely mentioning Satoru, you figured it’d be best if you didn’t tell her the source of your information. “I’ve heard about it. I was curious, I haven’t been to a smaller shrine like this one before. Only the bigger ones in Tokyo, but those were part of my assignments, rather than for leisure.”

“Oh, it’s not much,” she espied at it from over her shoulder, but you could see the pride in her eyes. It was well taken care of, with love and chariness. It easily passed off as something constructed more recently, given its meticulous maintenance.

“How long ago was it built?”

“Around the same time the settlers first came here.”

This time, your eyes were the ones that opened wide. It had to have been at least 350 years old in that case, based on a rough estimate. “That far back? Wow, it’s in seriously good shape.”

The woman puffed up her chest. “Though the wolves have long since died out here, we still honor them. They helped us with hunts and allowed this village to thrive when we needed it most. They protected us from cursed spirits, as well. It’s only right we treat them and the bounties they’ve given us with respect.”

Oh, there was that term again: cursed spirits. “Could you tell me more about cursed spirits?”

Enthusiasm bubbled up in her the way it would in a child about to tell their parents about the story they wrote up. She skipped over to one of the stone benches and plopped down onto it, patting the spot beside her. You slid onto it, a chill shooting up your spine from the cold temperature. Being shaded from the sun made the rock gelid, go figure.

“Now! Let’s start from the beginning as we know it,” she cleared her throat and took on the role of a teacher. “The origin of cursed spirits and jujutsu sorcery as a whole is largely unknown. It’s speculated that spirits have lived alongside humanity from the beginning of it, as cursed energy is formed by negative emotions, and cursed energy is what spirits are born from.”

She was very animated when teaching, you noticed. Lots of hand movements, facial expressions, and a bouncy attitude to boot. It made for a very entertaining show, and did well to keep you engaged.

“Curses were invisible to humans. Only a select few could see them, and even fewer could actively interact with them in some way or another,” she continued. “Smaller curses would typically leech off of people without them knowing it, feeding off their bad emotions. Stronger curses, however, could be incredibly powerful. Sometimes to the point of standard weapons being completely useless against them, which is why jujutsu sorcery came to fruition. We needed some way to fight back against the spirits, so we developed a way to do just that by manipulating the natural reserves of cursed energy we had within us.”

Folklore from other countries always captivated you. From the creator of mankind in some Chinese mythos named Nüwa, to the counterpart of the equivalent of Santa in Germany, the origin of Halloween and turnip lanterns – even the oddly terrifying ones without nefarious intentions, like Mari Lwyd.

You adored hearing about legends, stories, and tales passed down through oral and written history over the centuries of life existing in each respective land. To say she had you hooked would be an understatement.

What were curses like? Assuming they were real, of course, and that jujutsu sorcery didn’t follow the same ideology as hanging witches. Were they ugly? Bipedal? Humanoid at all? 

“Many natural disasters are blamed on curses, even to this day,” she began lifting her fingers as she counted off a few examples. “Earthquakes, tsunamis, droughts. Pretty much anything you can think of.”

“Were they kinda like demons?”

“Eh,” she tilted her hand side to side a few times. “Yes and no. Depends on who you ask, really. They could be different from demons of hell, or they could be one and the same.”

“I see,” you pinched your chin. “So, where’d they go, then?”

She grasped one of her pigtails, running her fingers through the open and loose portion at the top of it. “Nobody really knows. Some think that sorcerers were able to eradicate them at the source, and died off since they weren’t needed anymore. It could be that the curses have simply lost power due to the progression of mankind, and particularly therapy, though it’s…still kind of taboo. Some claim they’re still around, we just don’t notice because we aren’t able to see any of it.”

Satoru’s words on the matter echoed in your mind. ‘Even if they are real, there's no way they'd beat me.’

You bit your cheek to hold back an unwitting snicker. Leave it up to Satoru to say some brazen shit and have it pop up in your head at random.

“What about you? What do you think?” You asked.

Utahime flicked a piece of invisible dirt off the front of her hakama. “I believe they exist. It’s part of why I’m a miko, and one of the reasons I maintain this shrine. It’s my duty. Curses may not be the same now as they were back then, but that’s no reason for me to slack off. Complacency breeds contempt.”

It was heartwarming, in a way, to see someone still holding onto traditions like these, working to keep her friends, family, and home safe, upholding the rules within and outside places of prayer. You admired her for it.

Not that you would personally want to be a shrine maiden, but you held them in high esteem nonetheless.

“And you?” She peered at you. “Do you believe in the supernatural?”

You closed your eyes for a moment, stretching your legs in front of you and idling back on your hands. “I’m agnostic, neither here nor there. I respect spaces that are considered sacred, I’d rather not get hexed, but I don’t go out of my way to hunt down, let’s say, ghosts.”

“I commend you, many could stand to learn a thing or two from you,” as she spoke, she stood up and brushed off the back of her kosode. “You are good company, though I fear I should get back to work soon.”

“Ah,” you got up as well and bowed to her. “Thank you for sharing your stories with me, Iori-san. I’m sorry for disturbing you.”

She waved her hand. “You didn’t, don’t worry. Come visit me again soon, okay? I’d love to hear stories of your travels as well.”

“Sure,” promised easily, more than content to exchange tales with her. “Stay safe.”

“Likewise,” the noirette disappeared back into the shrine with a final word of parting, leaving you to your devices.

While you didn’t get to see the altar inside, you considered the visit worthwhile, and got a new acquaintance out of it, too. You could come back to check it out another day.

Having burned through all the reasonable amount of procrastination time you allowed yourself, you voyaged back down the path, appreciating the blooms the whole way down the same way you had when you went the other way. You had to ask Utahime if she was the one tending to them next time you saw her.

You were proud to say that you only got lost twice. But you did find the bakery on the way, and memorized where it was once you located the path home. Not bad, not bad at all. You managed to find your way around, and you didn’t need to embarrass yourself by calling Satoru to come to your rescue.

It’s sad how low your standards for happiness had fallen, but you’d take any crumb of serotonin you could find.

You noticed the trip to your house was shorter whenever you actively didn’t want to go there, as if it was a living creature that purposefully made you arrive faster, just so you had to give it attention.

It stood, looming, mocking you. Taunting you, the monstrosity. What an asshole.

The outside matters came first, the less time you had to spend inside, the better. You pulled up the notes app on your phone and began the task of drafting everything you needed to deal with, denoting it as the ‘Outdoor’ section in your native tongue.

Fence, you typed down, scribbling sporadic thoughts as you went. Tear down? Repair? Replace?

You checked the ends and noted that the fence only went back about halfway into your property, leaving the back uncovered. Covers only front. Built like that? Collapsed/removed in the back? 

You felt the stalks of yellow-ish green leafage with your palm, the tips reaching your hips. Cut down grass and weeds. You should plant pollinator flowers if the yard was ever cleared out well enough. It’d be nice to have some butterflies and bees around to help everything grow nice and healthy. 

You lightly nudged a piece of a busted plant pot with the toe of your shoe. Dispose of broken pots. A slight stumble had you leering down to see a strangely shaped tile. You tilted your head in confusion, then peered up at the edge of the roof, deducing it was a shingle that had fallen off. You stepped further away from the roof, just in case. And fallen & loose shingles.

Rounding the side, you waded through the overgrown flora, poring over the condition of the rundown house’s environment. Remove ivy from walls. Set up trellises. Lattices to form a backyard/patio/garden/thing?

Angling your chin up, you placed your hand over your forehead and assessed the roof. From on the ground, you wouldn’t be able to completely acknowledge the damage done to it over the years it sat untouched, but you were reluctant to climb on it to see first hand. You didn’t have a ladder, for starters, and you liked having unbroken bones and working shins. 

Get a ladder.

The back of the estate was in the same condition as everything else. Which is to say, disheartening. 

“What’ve I got myself into…” You muttered.

You spotted a narrow garden plot built into the back of the house. Overgrown, yes, but it’d be perfect for planting stuff when you got it all cleared up.

It wasn’t a question of ‘if’, unfortunately. You had no other real choice besides mending what was left in your hands.

You were still miffed at the real estate agent. You likely wouldn’t have purchased this piece of land had you known what was ahead. Or if you were in a better state of mind, honestly, rather than being in the middle of your fight-or-flight phase of living.

“No good dwelling on the past,” you whispered to yourself as you circled back to the front. “Can’t change it now.”

You took a deep, long, full breath, enjoying the fresh and crisp air while you still could. You savored the temperate hints of nature and the clement weather, treating it like it would be your last time experiencing such comfort. You didn’t know if your nostrils (or you) would survive the excursion into hell you were about to go on, so you weren’t risking taking the breeze for granted.

Exhaling all in one big puff, you steeled your shoulders and pushed open your front door, your free hand covering your nose in anticipation. Replace hinges and/or front door.

It managed to punch you in the gut regardless. 

New section in your notes open, you got to work typing. The most obvious issues came first, such as the floors, the peeling walls, and exposed boning and pipes. A lot would possibly need to be replaced, such as the counters in the kitchen, cupboards…

Floor rotted(?) and sticky. Wash?

Spackle for holes in walls? New drywall instead?

Check insulation.

Your spirits fell more and more with each additional item of note you wrote onto the list. Could any of this be salvaged? Were you better off tearing it down?

Remove tatami. Replace? Don’t?

Stepping into what you assumed was the master bedroom, you made your way over to the sleeping bag you left behind and cautiously rolled it up, maneuvering around the grime stuck to it, and placed it against a corner. You’d toss it when you got the chance to.

M-bed closet missing doors and shelf.

Seeing the window, you tip-toed to it, hoping to open it to air out the room. Your nose formed bunny lines at the cobwebs littering the sill and edges. While there weren’t any spiders – as far as you could see – you still did not enjoy touching them in the slightest.

Pushing up from the center of the window proved to be futile, the frame wasn’t going to be budging anytime soon.

Windows stuck.

Remove spider webs.

There was litter here and there – torn pieces of paper, a ripped open baggie, fabric – that you decided to leave as is. Along with not having gloves to pry them off the ground, you didn’t have anything to throw them away into. They got to live another day.

Toss out trash.

The shower and bathroom had a cupboard tucked off to the side, but opening it showed the middle platform separating the top and bottom within was crumbly and would break if you put any weight on it.  Replace shelf in bathroom cupboard.

The tiles were all fucked up, too. Some were chipped, others were outright broken or missing. Rust had gathered around the tap and drain in the tub, likely from years of having a leaky faucet before it ran out of water to drip.

Clean out rust in bath/pipes. Throw away broken floor tiles. Replace.

You pulled the left handle of the sink faucet and waited for a few seconds to see if the plumbing was functional.

Which was a big, fat no.

Plumbing. Faucets.

Limescale on shower head, wall tiles.

You scrolled through what notes you had already created and chewed on the corner of your bottom lip, thinking of what else you might have needed to write down. You fixated blankly on the wall in front of you as you went over everything, then quickly typed out a few more things.

Electricity.

Check for asbestos, lead in paint.

You figured the tasks you needed to do would pop up as you went along, considering your notes to be a simple skeleton outline. You could jot down other things as needed, and work through them one by one.

Having done as much as possible while staying inside for as long as you could tolerate, you walked back outside and dug around in your purse for the piece of paper Granny had given you, the one with names and numbers of people that could help you in this endeavor.

To say you were beginning to panic would be an understatement. You already bought the damn thing, and doubted you’d be able to resell it and get all your money back. You also didn’t want to subject anyone to repairing the thing when it was both a health hazard and an embarrassment. 

You had some reserve money, but it wasn’t a whole lot, so you required that job Granny gave you.

Gojo said you could stay with him for however long you needed, but that was with the expectation that you’d leave once your house was fixed up. Given the village’s size, it was unlikely that you would find another place within it to live in, even after saving up some money working for Granny. You didn’t want to piggy-back off anyone and be an imposition; the only reason you felt less guilty about staying with the moon-haired idiot was due to the sheer amount of space he had in his mansion.

You were swiftly running out of options.

Your lips paled as you pressed them tightly together, trying to wrack your mind for ideas. You couldn’t sell it, and you didn’t want to deal with the humiliation of having strangers work for you. In such a small town, word spread like fire on a dry wick. Who knows what they would say about you?

Realistically, it wasn’t your fault, you knew this. The house hadn’t been built under your name and, hell, was likely older than you by at least a decade or two. It didn’t fall to ruin because of you, but you were the owner of this house now, the responsibility rested on your shoulders.

You read through the list of handymen under your thumb, the paper shaking slightly from the death grip you had on it.

Repairing it on your own was technically an option, but you would be basically begging for severe injuries or even death by attempting that. You wouldn’t even know where to start. Foundation? Floors? Structure? Roof? You didn’t fucking know how to do any of that shit!

…Or you could just burn the damn eyesore to the ground ‘til there was naught but ashes left.

No, that was a stupid idea, but you were out of any good ones.

The thought you had previously of tearing it down and buying a garden shed to reside in was feeling more and more tempting by the hour. It was unreasonable, you knew, you simply…didn’t know what you were supposed to do.

You were used to doing things alone. You relied solely on yourself, trusted only your own words and intentions. Letting people in was not something you did for many reasons. Maybe you did crave closeness and camaraderie at some point in the distant past, but the concept was out of the question entirely now. It made uncomfortable butterflies sit heavy in your stomach, the urge to vanish into the treelines and never be seen again increasing with each extraneous person you invited into your life.

You sighed. “I should have just moved into the woods and turned into a witch,” you grumbled low, then scoffed sardonically. “Right, as if I wouldn’t accidentally poison myself with a weird mushroom on day three and die a horrible, painful, slow death.”

The two lists you had remained in your somewhat reluctant hands. You knew you were way in over your head, and you’d probably unintentionally curse the house sooner than you managed to make a positive change, but…you weren’t used to asking for help. Always the type to manage shit on your own, get things done yourself, be independent. Could you really be faulted for having a hard time reaching out to anyone else?

Especially since you hadn’t even met any of them yet. That would be disconcerting, asking folks you’d never seen – let alone spoken to – before to work for you.

Your phone singed your fingers. You did know someone, and knew that he was just a phone call away, but did you really want to deal with him of all people? He would take this chance to rub it all in your face and then some.

You carefully weighed your choices.

Rebuild the house yourself with no former experience with anything beyond shitty popsicle stick bird huts.

Call someone on the list, explain your situation, and ask for help.

Call the prick.

…By the gods, you really hated making calls to people you didn’t know.

Shamefully carping to yourself, you dialed Satoru’s number, trying to ignore the contact name he had set up for himself. It was so glitzy, the ✨❤️ Satoru ❤️✨ sitting at the top of the call screen making you stifle a short laugh, ironically lifting your spirits. “Here goes nothing…”

He answered within three rings. “Yo, been a while, princess” Satoru purred as if you hadn’t seen him that morning, and you rolled your eyes, despite not being there in person for him to see.

“You greet every girl like that?”

“Nope, just you,” you could hear his grin. “Whatcha need?”

Now came the part where you set aside your pride and voiced what you very much did not want to. Again. You’d known this man for barely 24 hours and he already had several wins over you. In…whatever game you decided you were losing. “Look, I…I need your help.”

“Oho? What’s this? Is the princess finally admitting how much she misses me?” 

Smug dick.

“I did not say that,” you immediately berated him.

He simply hummed, unaffected. “Same thing.”

You ran your hand down your face, already exasperated just 30 seconds into the call. “You– ugh, just, can you help me or not?”

“Depends on what you need, sugar plum. Did ya get lost already?”

This man was going to be the cause of your madness. The bridge of your nose ached where you pinched it. “Granny gave me a list of people to call to help me with my house and I really don’t want to call any of them.”

“Then don’t.” 

“And, what, do everything by myself?”

You could envision him shrugging. “Why not? I could help you.”

“Satoru, I trust a wild forest fire more than I trust you with a hammer.”

“Ouch,” he sucked air through his teeth, faux whimpering. “You’re such a bully. Fine, I’ll help you with contacting everyone.”

Oh, that took less fighting and groveling than you expected. You exhaled in relief. “Thank you–”

“On,” he interrupted you, “one condition.”

There it is.

Your skin began to sting as you dug your nails harder into it, leaving curved indents between your eyes. “Y’know what, I think I’ll be fine–”

“Ah-ah-ah, hang on a second there, pretty girl. Hear me out.”

Conceding, you sighed and urged him to make his request. “Fine, what is it?”

"Cook something for me,” he requested. “Consider it evening the score.”

Your face scrunched up into a question mark. “Wait, that’s it?

“What, do you want it to be more?”

“No, no, I can do that,” you quickly declined, biting on the edge of your thumbnail as you tried to think of something to prepare for him. “Do you have any preferences?”

“Sweets.”

Sweet stuff. Okay, you could work with that. You could bake some pretty killer macarons. You didn't know what ingredients he had at home, or how to operate his oven, but you'd just figure it out, right?

“Alright, I can do that,” you answered.

“We have a deal, then?”

You took a moment to consider. You could back out, but your introverted personality made that notion null. It was only baking, too, rather than the ghastly demand you were expecting him to make. Baking it is. “Deal.”

“Great! We’ll be over in a flash!~”

“Okay–” wait. “‘We’–?”

He hung up before you could ask. You groaned and contemplated smashing your phone against the ground, but decided against it. You needed the thing, unfortunately.

Since you had to wait for however long, you chose to add in some thoughts to what you’d already written down, brainstorming how you wanted to proceed. It was difficult to tell at this stage, before you started on anything. But you could pick out what you might want to plant; flowers, vegetables, a fruit tree or two. So what if you were fantasizing? It helped keep you calm. Escapism was a valid coping mechanism.

It was too hard to picture anything given the state of the house, though. You’d need to snip down the field first and go from there, when you could see everything clearly.

How much did contractor services cost in Japan? What about the people Granny knew, how much did they charge? What kind of services did they provide? Your toe tapped repeatedly as you stepped outside your fence, trying not to pace.

Would you need one, or multiple? Were you going to have to get materials from the nearby city by yourself, or would they do that? If the former, how?

“I need an adult,” you lamented, your shoulders slouching and arms folding over your chest. “I wanna die. I’m not mature enough for this shit.”

You recalled what your mother told you often when you were younger: ‘not everything at once.’

Easier said than done. Sleep on it, one step at a time, break it down into shorter tasks, nothing was taking the edge off your stress.

“I’ll just start with the grass,” you muttered, eventually succumbing to the need to pace. “I have to start somewhere, and I’ll need to get rid of that before anything else can be done. Oh, but, fuck, there’s so much of it…not to mention debris, rocks…do they still make scythes? Can’t launch a pebble with a scythe. No, wait, that’d be so much more effort and take more time…”

A flicker of alabaster down the road caught your eye, halting your hurried back-and-forth roving and hushed bleating.

Satoru was always easy to spot from a distance. It was hard not to see him when his hair redirected the sun like a mirror, blinding anyone who saw him from the wrong angle. He was the angel on your shoulder with the personality of the devil, urging you to dive into your most heinous and blasphemous thoughts. The light bouncing off his head created a glowing aura around it, resembling a silver halo, further pushing that deceptive angel motif.

Would the halo turn gold in the light of the crimson rays of fading day?

You uncrossed your arms, ready to greet him, only to notice the man beside him. They were conversing, and the latter must have said something funny, as the former guffawed hysterically. It echoed off the mountains on either side of the valley, reaching you with no concern for distance. 

Did such bellows reach across the entire settlement, or was it localized, feeling louder than it actually was due to an echo chamber effect?

Gojo’s cachinnation dissipated when the pair were close enough to you, at which point he waved his hand high in the air to greet you avidly, like you weren’t only 20 feet from them.

“Hey! Didn’t keep ya waitin’ too long, did we?”

Truthfully, the fifteen or so minutes you had been waiting for them had gone by in a flash when you were so deeply buried in your spiraling thoughts while remembering dumb shit sprinkled into your internal ranting. The only evidence of your anticipation for their arrival being the barely present ache in your heels from where you rested most of your weight on them.

“No, not long,” you assured, fighting hard to keep your eyes off his friend for however long possible, vainfully clinging to your sanity. You knew that as soon as you centered your vision on him, your ability for conscious thought would evaporate. 

You wanted to present yourself as at least marginally normal as a first impression, though you doubted you were achieving that by avoiding the obvious third presence. You were surely coming off as rude, you really should–

“This one's Geto Suguru,” Gojo introduced the noiret by his side, nipping your overthinking at the bud.

At last, your full attention was guided to him.

Oh.

Oh. That was a mistake.

‘This one’ was breathtaking.

His midnight hair caught the sunlight in a scintillating iridescence that shifted between the deepest phthalo blue you’d ever seen and a mesmerizing sheen of violet when the light caught it just right, like the feathers of a raven. It struck you how glossy and luxuriously silky it was, and you wanted to pull it out of the high bun he kept it in to run your fingers through it endlessly. That one loose section of his bangs that hovered over his eye was just so cute, your digits itched to tug on it.

And, speaking of, those eyes. 

Sharp enough to cut diamonds and make you stand straighter. Heat rose to your cheeks as he observed you, head cocked to the side with a smooth and sweet smile that absolutely melted your insides like soft-serve ice cream, lily-livered and defenseless against the blazing sun incarnate in the form of a man.

They were dark, yet warm; a rich chocolate in hue that you could swear had flecks of gold within and rings of wisteria coiling around his abyssal pupils.

He was tall and foreboding, just like Satoru, but in a completely different fashion. He was the radiant Sol, pacifying and precious heat licking at your skin, soothing away the frostbite of winters long past. 

Beside him stood the Moon, reflective and brilliant and so goddamn cocky that it made your cheeks hurt – whether from biting the insides of them to hide back a smile, or to prevent yourself from smacking that shameless attitude out of him, you didn’t know. It didn’t matter. 

Satoru’s pearly locks contrasted sharply with Suguru’s obsidian lace, providing a striking visual. These godly beings towered over you, imposing and otherworldly and too good to be true, yet you knew your imagination could never come up with men like them.

And you?

You poor, dear, sweet, dumb little lamb. A pathetic speck caught in the gravity they created. Two black holes, eager to suck you in and rip you to shreds, and you were tempted to let them, practically falling into them without their overwhelming influence affecting you.

Their presence, their power, their very existence that demanded you drop to your knees to worship and beg like the tragic whore you were dominated your consciousness, filling it with fantasies you hadn’t experienced in…gods, ever. Nobody exuded the same aura they did, nobody made you weak-kneed and aching between your thighs, not like this. They created a desire in you that you wanted to have fulfilled – needed, even.

The pop of your knuckle in your fist that you had subconsciously created managed to snap you from your revere and back into the present, reminding you that, perhaps, you should do something, rather than drool like an idiot. 

You’ve gone fucking crazy. That was it, the last straw, the last hauntingly magnificent person. Why, oh, why did you move here?

With no small amount of embarrassment at the realization that your panties were a bit more damp than they were a minute ago, you clenched your jaw hard enough to anchor yourself, and made a mental note to get rid of the problem between your legs as soon as you were alone and could succumb to the pleasure, the yearning, you hadn’t experienced in ages.

As well as pretend it wasn’t caused by them, the iconic duo that had you in a mental fit.

Hoping you hadn’t made a total fool of yourself, you turned and bowed respectfully, saying your name in return as you stared at the ground in an attempt to clear your mind of the filth it created on its own, unprompted. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Geto-san.”

Suguru studied you for a few seconds (don’t look at me like that, please, I’m begging you, spare me), then faced the male beside him with an amused expression. “Are you sure this is the same girl you were telling me about? The brat?”

Oh, heavens, that voice.

Fire exploded across your cheeks and pooled deep in the lower pits of your stomach when you heard him say that word; enunciate it clearly, croon it in that damned tone that had electricity jolting up your spine.

Not now, slut. Focus.

It was significantly easier to ignore the unholy fantasies plaguing your sanity when you centered all that pent up energy into being annoyed at Satoru, questioning your already questionable friendship when you learned of what he called you in private. Your eyes narrowed into an icy glare, primed and deadly. To your agitation and further chagrin, he only smirked boyishly at you.

“That’s the one,” he replied with a widening grin as he tucked his hands into the pockets of his pants.

“She's far too polite,” Geto countered.

Satoru snorted. “Trust me, she's a spitfire.”

“Is that so…” The onyx-haired man bent down to come closer to your face, and your breath hitched in your throat, refusing to come out properly. His scent embraced you. Mild, pleasant, like warm chai and jasmine, making your muscles instinctively loosen.

His eyes softened into closed curves as he beamed at you. You really hoped he couldn't read your mind. There was nothing holy or sane in there.

“Your name is lovely as is,” he murmured as his voice lowered into a roguish octave, “but I think I have a better one in mind.”

“W-What?” Your own vocal cords strained just to get the one word out in a wimpy squeak, and of course you just had to stutter. Whereas the air Satoru emitted naturally made you want to tackle him to the ground, Suguru’s wrapped around you like wisps of incense smoke, soothing and gently demanding your obsession with its fragrance. It inexplicably made you want to thaw into a puddle, to give him your full and undivided focus.

His canines peeked through from the way his lips curled further, entertained by your sudden timidness. He remained quiet, merely viewing your reactions as he lifted a hand to loop a strand of your hair around his finger and by the gods, don’t look at his fingers and how long and big they are and how perfect they’d feel–

“Angel,” the man said, practically cooing it at you.

You stifled a croak, verbally cuffed out of your totally, positively, very wholesome thoughts. “What?”

If you could die from embarrassment and be let out of this hell hole, you’d keel over on the spot when he simpered. “Angel,” he so graciously repeated for you. “I believe it suits you quite well. Wouldn’t you say so, Satoru?”

Satoru was having the time of his life, you were sure of it. You could feel him staring into you, see that stupid sexy fucking smile on his face from the corner of your eye as he teased you and, shit, why were you in the middle of this? Had you committed some heinous sin? Was this your punishment? 

“I don’t know,” he hummed in deliberation. “I prefer bunny. Or mochi.” 

“Mochi?” You and Suguru questioned at the same time, swiveling to regard the alabaster man.

Gojo nodded. “Small, probably tastes sweet, squishy.”

“Squishy?” You gaped incredulously, relocating your befuddled scrutiny to Geto when he burst out into laughter.

“I can see it,” Suguru coincided, earning himself a pretty nasty glare, too.

You groaned and tilted your face up, pleading with the sky to give you strength. “Don’t you start, too. One Satoru is enough, thanks.”

He hummed and smirked, something mischievous twinkling in his eyes. You didn't like that countenance. Not one bit. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, too,” he bowed his head towards you, changing the subject. Thank fuck. “You moved here recently, yes?”

“Yeah,” you affirmed, molling the racing of your heart that was just a few beats short of being uncomfortable. “Technically the night before yesterday.”

“You had a safe trip, then, I hope?”

You sent the stone stepping path partially hidden by the overgrown grass a particularly scathing grimace. “I almost ate shit and died on my own porch, but I did, yes.”

His husky laugh was messing up your insides. “Glad you’re in one piece. It was the stepping stones, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, oh, my god. They’re out to kill me, I swear.”

“They’ve gotten me a couple times, too. It’s good to see this house will finally be getting some love.”

“I think you’re the only person that’s been positive about this so far,” you scratched your cheek with your index finger. “Everyone else has told me it’s grossly dangerous. Wish I’d known that before I skimped out on finding a place to stay for the first night…”

Suguru’s browline furrowed in disquietude. “You slept in there?”

You exhaled harshly and hung your head. “Don’t remind me.”

“You aren’t feeling sick, are you?”

You shook your head and patted his arm reassuringly. “No, just humiliated.”

His expression relaxed, the hardness in his deep maroon eyes tempering. “That’s good. If you do feel ill, don’t brush it off. Excess activity can worsen your health and prolong sicknesses.”

Aww, a mother hen? He was in your good books now, you felt all fluffy, being cared for by him. “I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.”

Satoru pushed his way between you two, resting one arm on Suguru’s shoulder and the other on your head, coveting your attention. “So, what’s the plan, mochi?”

“Good question,” you said.

There was a brief pause, as if you were all waiting for someone else to speak, before he leaned down towards you. “Well?”

“What?”

“The plan? What’s the plan?” He lifted a brow. 

“Oh,” you darted your eyes between them. “Oh, no, I don’t have one. I just said it’s a good question.”

Suguru frowned. “Nothing at all?”

You pulled up your notes app and scrolled through it. “I guess cut the lawn, and call up the folks on Granny’s list for starters.”

“Can I see her list?”

“Mm,” you held out the paper to him, cringing when you saw how your fingers wrinkled the corner of it out of stress.

A crease in his forehead formed, deepening the more names he read, making you nervous. On top of how nervous you were already feeling. You were nervous-squared now.

“What is it?” You asked.

“It’s nothing. Just…I don’t think any of these guys will have enough free time to help you out. Not for a while, anyway,” he returned the sheet to you. “However, I grew up assisting them, so I know a thing or two. Mind if I go inside?”

Well, if that wasn’t soul crushing. “If you have a gas mask, go ahead. The smell inside could knock out a grown man. I don’t want to trouble you, though.”

“It’s no trouble at all. I’ve been needing something to do these days, this could be the perfect excuse for me,” he assured you. “I’ll be quick.”

“Oh– hang on, there might be asbestos in there,” you warned.

“There isn’t,” he assured confidently.

Satoru narrowed his eyes. “How do you know? Huh? Were you there when this house was built? Didn’t think so.”

Suguru leveled him with a vacant lour. “Asbestos wasn’t used in the construction of any houses here. Besides being expensive to import, our village was constructed with traditional methods. This building was Western inspired, but it wasn’t built with Western methods.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, nervously picking at a spot on your forearm. “Who built it?”

“From what I know, it was someone from either Kobe or Osaka that visited a state in America on vacation and fell in love with the architecture. First thing they did when they came back was buy this plot of land and build an imitation house on it,” he answered.

“Why’d they leave?”

He raised a hand, then dropped it in a half-shrug. “Any number of reasons. Some of the older folks say that their spouse fell ill, and they had to return to the city. My mom says they moved out because they got sick of driving an hour and a half one way to get to work every day. Dad says their sister gave birth and they had to return and assist her since she worked full time. Who knows.”

“Eh?” Satoru’s expression twisted into one of confusion. “I thought the owner just died or something. Hence why the house is haunted.”

“The house isn’t haunted, Satoru. Don’t scare her.”

You cracked your knuckles one-by-one. “If it is haunted, I’m gonna give that realtor hell. He promised it wasn’t. He also promised it hadn’t been touched in only ten years, so he’s already on my list,” you growled, then deflated and wilted. “I suppose I’m not in any rush, I’ll need to save up anyway. I’m bumming off Satoru for now, but I don’t wanna prolong that.”

“I already told you,” he patted your upper back. “Stay as long as you need.”

“Thanks, Satoru. I really owe you,” you said. I hate owing people. “Oh– be careful, Geto-san.”

He gave a pacifying hand wave as he pushed past your open gate, heading towards your house. Satoru hopped up and hurried after him. “Oi, wait up! I wanna see, too!” 

“Satoru, you’ve already been in there before,” Suguru reminded him as you followed them about halfway, wanting to steer clear of the inside for a while.

Satoru twisted the door knob and pushed inwards. “Yeah, when we were kids. Imagine how much it’s changed!”

“I doubt it’s changed much,” their voices grew muffled and eventually silent to you as they disappeared into your home.

You began counting in your head. If they were gone for more than two minutes, you were going to assume they died. Then you could officially label the house as haunted and hunt that realtor’s ass down. After you set up a prayer altar for the boys who so bravely sacrificed their lives for you, obviously, they deserved that at the very least.

You’d have to check with the villagers to see if either of them practiced any particular faith to ensure you provided the correct funeral services for them, and to know if you needed to follow any specific spiritual rules when it came to the deceased.

Should you leave their bodies in there? Probably not, no, but it wasn’t going to be you fishing them out. You were tiny compared to them, you wouldn’t be able to drag them out yourself, even if you wanted to and tried really hard.

Your peculiar funeral fantasies were cut off then Suguru came back outside, still very much alive and well – from what you could tell.

“You lived,” you congratulated him.

“That I did,” he affirmed and stopped beside you, turning to face the house as his arms folded neatly.

“Is he still alive?”

“Last I checked, he was. I’m surprised he didn’t leave as soon as he went in. I think he’s trying to out-man me and impress you,” he teased, making you laugh.

Out came Satoru right then, dusting his hands off, acting like he did anything more than recce. “Alright, I’ve got good news and bad news. Which d’ya want first?”

“Good news,” you requested apprehensively.

He clapped his palms together. “Good news, the interior condition isn’t as bad as it seems.”

Well, that was good news. But you were wary to celebrate. “And the bad news…?”

“There are, indeed, a shit ton of spiders.”

You squealed, racing to hide behind Suguru’s tall frame. The man himself chuckled at your reaction, his arms still crossed over his chest as he tilted his head back to peer at you from over his shoulder, way too relaxed for the situation. “Not a fan of spiders?”

“Fuck no!” You cried out, clutching the back of his shirt in tight fists as you buried your face against his spine. “Fuck that! Burn the damn thing down!”

Gojo grinned darkly, eyes lighting up with mischief. “All you had to say, princess.”

The noiret (the only reasonable one among you) sighed and shook his head. “No, we’re not burning her house down.”

“Boo,” Satoru whined. “You’re no fun.”

“You aren't afraid of spiders?” You peeked around Suguru's arm to leer up at him, still using him as your shield.

“Nope.”

“You monster,” you hissed.

His best friend snorted. “Look on the bright side. It means he can get rid of spiders for you.”

You paused to consider his words, squinting up at the poised man you hadn’t let go of.

“Okay, nevermind, I take it back,” you declared, doing a complete flip in behavior, “you're my god, now, Geto-san.”

He showed you that shut-eyes smile that had hummingbirds dancing the tango in your stomach. “Don’t worry, angel. I’ll protect you.”

Blush dusted your cheeks at his pledge and you averted your eyes. Having either of them in your field of view for too long was not good for your heart.

Satoru wouldn’t be Satoru if he didn’t go and embarrass you further. “Aww, she’s blushing!”

“I am not!” You barked back.

“I think it’s cute,” Geto’s cheek dimpled and you were flashbanged by the faces of not one, but two ethereal beings.

Mama, you thought, if you can hear me, send help. I don’t think I’m making it out of this one.

You gulped, the noise far too loud in your ears, and tried to subtly cover your face with your hand to retain some dignity while releasing Suguru’s shirt from your death grip. “A-Anyways, uh…should probably start calling people.”

“I’ll handle the calls,” Suguru announced, already pulling out his phone and dialing numbers. “I know these guys well. I’ll try to work something out with them.”

“Oh, you really don’t–” and there he went. You knew you asked for help, but you felt bad inconveniencing Suguru. Satoru, not so much.

“What’d I say about worrying?” Speak of the devil, the milk-haired boy bent down to your height and nudged his pointer finger between your brows. “Relaaaax, princess. It’ll work out.”

You worried your bottom lip as you watched the other man chatting some distance away. Detaching yourself from your perpetual anxiety was…difficult, to describe it in the least amount of words possible. Your guard was stuck to you, pinned, screwed, and soldered into place over time. Letting it go meant undoing years of work. 

It was there to shield you. You needed it to hold your untempered heart and keep it safe. If it got hurt, you weren’t sure you knew how to recover.

But you weren’t really letting them in by allowing them to help you, right?

Yet, as you sized up the small incline and the shack falling apart on top of it, you couldn’t shake the impression that the world was about to tilt on its axis. The tides were receding, tectonic pressure was increasing, the winds were stirring, and you were in the middle of it all. Mama, you reached out one last time. I think it’s too late.

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Secrets

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A/N: Hi! It’s my first a/b/o one shot where reader is an alpha-plewse I’d love some feedback on it:) (just remember to stay nice 😂) and thank you @jamneuromain for your help with this 🥰

Summary: Steve’s heat can sometimes be unpredictable, especially with someone he’s attracted to around…oh and nobody knows he’s an omega.

Pairing: Omega Steve x Alpha Reader

Warnings: ABO, heat, female member being inside and swelling up when being aroused (I’ve never written a female alpha and saw many ways to make her genitals work so I’ve decided to use this one), subby Steve, smell/scent kink?, masturbating, oral?(over underwear), nipple sucking, toy use, implied fingering, ….

Feedback, comments and reblogging are very appreciated

Steve knew it was coming as soon as he woke up on the seventh day of the mission. He felt warm. Too warm. His skin felt tight, tingling and itchy. His breathing was heavy, his body covered in sweat, the clothes and sheets felt like they were glued to his body. A whine escaped his lips, that he knew you definitely would’ve heard if you’d be awake-in the bed next to his.

The reason why he suddenly went into heat.

Your scent.

So close.

So fresh…so different from all the other alphas he had smelled before. Somehow even a bit sweet, like….maple syrup.

And there was also some rum….

And…maybe apples or…

The more he thought about what he could find in your smell, he felt his dick twitch, slick gathering at his hole quickly, wetting through his sweatpants and probably leaving a wet spot on the sheets.

As soon as he noticed that, he forced himself out of bed quickly making his way to take a shower and to put on some scent blockers, which he usually did first thing in the morning. Especially putting on his blockers. He used the strongest ones he could get and until now no agents and nobody on the team found out about him being an omega.

But now? He had no idea how to hide it now.

Especially not while he was just sitting on the floor and rubbing your soft towel against his cheek, his cock twitching every time he pressed his nose into the fluffy material.

Meanwhile you woke up from a very sweet smell. A small smile spread onto your lips while you slowly stretched, not even opening your eyes yet. “Mmm, Steve….do I smell breakfast? Apple pancak-”, when you finally opened your eyes Steve wasn’t there, his bed empty, the blanket halfway on the floor.

That’s very unusual.

Not waking up before you, but his bed being unmade?

Then the scent hit you once again. So, so good. So delicious. But there was no food. Lightly pulling your eyebrows together you sat up, once again looking around the room. Maybe Steve went for a run? Hoping you wouldn’t wake up before he gets back.

And then there it was again.

The scent.

It was all over the room.

It smelled like…no that wouldn’t make any sense.

Sighing, you shook your head, trying to stop yourself from overthinking about it. Where would a random omega scent come from? Steve definitely didn’t bring an omega to your shared room. Maybe a scent for….a bit of self care…?

You shook your own head, feeling your own brain being overpowered by the sweetness in the room. It didn’t smell like just any omega…it smelled like an omega in heat. A male omega…

While putting on your clothes your gaze fell once again to Steve’s bed. You had already made yours, it would only be nice to do his too. With that in mind you stepped closer, the smell getting stronger, sweeter and so much more intense.

That couldn’t be…

You stepped away, looking once again around the room until you noticed the bathroom door being ajar. Oh, there he must be. A bit nervous you stepped to the door, knocking lightly, waiting for an answer but nothing came. “Steve, can I come in?” Still nothing. “Are you okay?” No answer.

The alpha in you immediately felt alerted.

What if he fell in the shower? What if he hurt himself?

You immediately opened the door, wanting to help Steve in case something was wrong but-

Oh

Oh

“Stevie?”, you whispered, kneeling down next to the on the floor lying omega, using his towel as a blanket. His cheek pressed into…your towel?

“Steve, hey, come on, open your eyes”, you touched his shoulder gently, finally getting his attention. When he looked up at you, his blown eyes widened and he immediately sat up, trying to get away from you, pressing himself against the wall. Not wanting to scare him-for whatever reason-you pulled away, sliding a few inches back. “Don’t be scared, Stevie, what happened? Are you in heat?”, you asked gently, already knowing the answer.

He pressed your towel closer against his chest, trying to hide his face behind it. God, he looked so adorable but so scared. Slowly nodding at your question he turned his back to you, the scent of shame filling your nostrils. “Oh baby, no…don’t feel upset. Do you want me to hug you? Maybe you want a nap? We should get back home, postpone the mission for now. I call Natasha-“ he immediately shook his head. “Not ‘Tasha. Furry…or Maria. Nobody else knows” “Oh Steve…you shouldn’t hide it from us-no, no I don’t mean to upset you, I’m sorry. It’s just…I would’ve helped you get back home so you don’t have to be in a hotel for your heat”

Steve slowly turned back to you. “Didn’t know it was coming…it should be in two months”, while talking he rubbed his face against your towel, your chest feeling warm while watching your omega rub your scent over himself-wait, your omega? You quickly shook the thought away. Even though it was hard especially when more slick gathered at his hole and filled the air with his sweet scent.

“Let’s get you into bed, I’ll go and buy a nice blanket for today so you don’t have to be in the hotel sheets, meanwhile you’ll eat a bit and try to sleep, okay?”, Steve nodded, letting you help him up.

When you noticed Steve was actually naked, his thighs glistening with slick, his cock already hard and throbbing. You swallowed hard, averting your gaze. “Bed, let’s get you into bed, omega”, only then did you notice the slip, especially when Steve whined quietly.

Not saying anything else you took Steve’s hand and guided him back to the beds-but to your surprise he laid down in yours, immediately pushing the blanket like he wanted it, fluffing up the pillow.

Only then did it hit you, your whole body lighting up, chest feeling tight, your breathing becoming heavier. “Stevie, are you building a nest in…there?”, you asked quietly, watching as Steve’s cheeks turned a soft rosy color, while he nodded slowly, looking up at you with his big eyes. “Smells nice”, he mumbled, before making grabby hands at the blanket from his own bed. You gave it to him, a soft smile on your lips. “Okay, Stevie. Stay there, I’ll make you something to eat”, with that you left him to build his nest, not being able to stop yourself from glancing at him a last time when you noticed how he lifted his ass up, very close to presenting.

After Steve ate something you left him, wanting to buy a few new softer blankets and some more snacks for him. Should you buy him a toy? No that…that seemed a bit too much. Even though the alpha (and friend) in you wanted for Steve to feel as good as possible. It would probably be just for one day, at least you hoped so. You didn’t want him to spend his heat in a hotel room, alone and unsatisfied-and you also didn’t know how much you could control yourself around him. His sweet scent filling your senses…. He smelled so good.

Walking into an omega shop you looked around, wanting to find some blankets and maybe pads or something Steve could use…

You never had an omega, especially not one in heat. What should you do? How could you help- “Is everything alright here?”, a women’s voice interrupted your thoughts. You immediately nodded, sighing. “Please, help me find something for my omega. He’s in heat-it happened suddenly-he just woke up like that and I don’t know what to do. We’re in a hotel, so it’s…” “oh you want him to be comfortable?”

For some reason you blushed. “Yeah, I thought about some soft blankets maybe….and I’m not sure if I should get him something for…his needs-you need to know we’re not together-just friends-Jesus, I need to book another room-“ while you rambled about everything, the assistant showed you soft pillows and blankets that you all threw into your basket.

“Even when you’re not a couple, bringing a toy couldn’t hurt…just give it to him and he'll do with it whatever he wants to”, she gave you a knot toy, that wasn’t too big, but apparently should feel good enough to still meet some of his needs. She also gave you another one- “wait that looks like a-“ “some male omegas like to use their members too”, explained the woman, making me nod. Of course. It made sense, in the end the same happens with female alphas. Sometimes you just like some…variations.

After buying everything the assistant told you would be important you went to get some more food and snacks, after doing so you finally went back to the hotel room, walking in on him rubbing himself on your sheets, whining into your pillow, your sleep shirt clutching with one hand.

Once again your breath hitched, you felt yourself getting aroused. God, he was so beautiful, so sweet…fuck. No, stop that.

“Hey Stevie, are you alright? I got you some fluffy blankets and…a few other things. Is it okay if I step closer?”, you asked, him not hearing you at first. “Omega, can I come closer?”, this time he did hear you, nodding and making grabby hands at you. Softly smiling you stepped closer, not expecting Steve to grab you by the waist and pull onto the bed, into his nest.

He buried his nose immediately against your throat, just smelling you, nudging your scent glads. “Smells nice”, he mumbled, wrapping his legs around your hips. You could feel his cock against your hip, the wet spot on his clothes rubbing against you, but didn’t say anything. Instead you just pat his hair gently. “Stevie, I got you the blankets and pillows…they even had a cute teddy bear in a captain America costume”, you laughed into his hair, while he slowly looked up at you, not saying anything yet.

“Can you let me go so I’ll get the blankets? And also something else they told me to get…”, you started taking the things out, Steve immediately arranging the blankets how he wanted them, your blanket and shirt still mostly at his head for him to have your scent close.

But when you put the toys on the bed, Steve’s movements froze. “They told me to get you those, to….so you’d…you know.” He blushed, but took it anyway, already feeling his hole flutter, his cock hardening making a visible outline in his pants, some slick leaking onto his thighs. A smile crept onto your lips when you noticed him being happy with the toys. “I’ll go book another room for me and you can stay here-” “don’t-dont go, please, alpha”, he whined with tears in his eyes, taking your hand and pulling you a bit closer.

Once again you felt aroused, which Steve seemed to smell, his pupils blown wide, while his nostrils fluttered, slowly scenting the air. “Steve I- okay-I’ll stay here but I’ll have to do some work, while you're here in your nest, okay?” Steve whined, but seeing your stern gaze he nodded anyway, pulling a blanket over his body, cuddling into your pillow. “Just try to…get you mind off of things or maybe help yourself out, have a nap…”

You kissed him on the head, before taking some fresh boxershorts from his suitcase and telling him to put these on, before walking to one of the tables, taking the necessary documents out and filling the reports out.

After twenty minutes Steve waddled up to you, sitting in the chair next to you, a blanket around his shoulders that were hutched, making him look smaller. “What is it Steve?”, you finally looked back at him, an amused smile creeping onto your face. “Are you…wearing my night shirt?”, you giggled, stroking over his chest. He immediately blushed, but still pushed into your palm.

“ ‘s nice”, he mumbled, sliding a bit closer to you, putting his head on your shoulder, close to your throat, to your scent glands. “Let me do the reports, Stevie, I can hug you later, okay?”, he whined and you slowly felt his nose busing your gland, nuzzling into your skin. Sighing you brushing over his head, kissing his cheek.

While you started writing something down, you felt Steve slide a bit closer, kissing your throat gently, before unsurely likcing over your scent gland. Gasping you pushed him lightly away. “Steve-what-“, he whined when lost the warm feeling of your skin. Looking into his big puppy eyes you sighed. “Fine, do whatever you want, just don’t disturb me, I need to finish these”

While you started working on the report again you could feel Steve sliding down from his chair, onto the floor underneath the table, suddenly pushing your legs apart. “Steve what the hell-“ “scent so strong”, he whispered, nuzzling his nose into your crotch. You felt your blood rush to your cheeks, while Steve just buried his face between your legs. “Steve, wait-” when his nose bumped into your clothed clit you moaned quietly.

Steve smelled your arousal, his dick twitching in his boxershorts, while he slowly grinded against your leg. “Please-alpha-pants-take your pants off, please”, he whined, looking up at you from beneath the table, all needy and hungry for…something.

You bit your bottom lip. “Steve but…you’re in heat, I don’t wanna feel like I’m taking advantage”, you whispered, seeing tears welling up in his eyes.

Fuck, no.

No, no, no, no.

“Okay-baby, I’ll take off my pants, yeah? But underwear stays and we won’t have sex-” “s fine, I have my toy in”, the image that popped up in your head made you moan; Steve, opening himself up with his fingers, his slick hole swallowing them one after another, before pushing in the thick toy.

He helped you take off your pants, before immediately going back to nuzzling his face into your crotch, not being able to stop himself from licking over your slip. You felt your knot swell a bit, but tried to ignore it and push your own needs aside. “Fuck-omega”, you moaned, throwing your head back, while pushed himself closer against you, fucking your leg and humping you, till your whole leg was covered in slick, having leaked though his boxershorts.

You couldn’t stop yourself from looking down at him, so hungry and-you bit your bottom lip when you noticed his hand being in his boxershorts, stroking his cock.

While Steve nuzzled and licked over your slip without a rhythm, his hips moved faster, the knot pressing right against his soft spot, rubbing it all the time. “Alpha-so good. so, so good-wanna be all yours-only yours”, he whined just when he felt his orgasm approach, his chest feeling tight and tingling, while he orgasmed. His slick gushed around the toy, onto your leg and floor, his whines getting louder, while his scent filled the air more than before. His cock twitching against your leg, leaving a wet patch behind.

Breathing in his smell made you purr In delight. You did it, without really doing anything. Steve just came all over your leg, still panting against your slip, nuzzling his face between your legs.

“Come on, Stevie, let’s get up, you need a bath…and maybe then a nap, huh? You seem tired”, you whispered, noticing how his eyes fluttered heavily. He nodded slowly and let you help him up. Steve took your sweatpants you had worn before and threw them to the nest, a small scuff on his face when they didn’t land the way he wanted them to. “You wanna fix it or take a bath first?” He thought about it for a moment, his expression so soft and relaxed.

“Bath, please”, he mumbled, letting you guide him to the bathroom, where you immediately filled the tub, not using any scented shampoos, assuming he could be too sensitive right now. Helping him take off his clothes, you wiped away some of the slick from his thighs, your body once again reminding you of being neglected.

“Stevie, you need to take out the toy, too, okay? Just put it in the sink and I’ll clean it later.” He whined a bit at that, mumbling something about not wanting to do so, but he still did it in the end, putting the slick toy into the sink.

You prayed to god to give you enough strength for the next few days.

After you helped him into the bathtub, he held your hand, pulling you closer. “Please alpha…come here…want cuddles”, he whispered, needly pushing his face against your thigh. You sighed quietly, but nodded nevertheless, even though you knew this would be the hardest thing you had to do in your whole life.

You stepped into the water, still wearing your slip, not wanting to tempt Steve while he was in heat, even though he seemed mesmerised with your breasts either way, immediately sliding closer to you, leaning his head against your chest, his big body curling into a small ball in your lap. “Oh Stevie”, you whispered, gently scratching his back. He seemed pretty…touch starved.

Maybe he was?

When nobody knew about him, he probably hadn't had anyone touch him in a long time. Not like that at least.

“It’s okay, I’m here now…”, you whispered, kissing his head. It felt wrong in a way-but also so right. You have never been so close to Steve, but you have often thought about it-even though you had thought he was an alpha or beta, but now, knowing his true self and what seems also knowing he had a thing for you…god, you wanted it to be real. Could it be real? Even after his heat?

“Your alpha is here, sweetheart. My sweet, sweet boy”, you felt him relax more against you, while he gently nudged his nose against your nipple. “You wanna suck on them, sweetheart? I can tell you’re thinking about it”, you felt him nod, before slowly licking over your nipple and sucking it into his mouth, now feeling completely relaxed and comforted.

Meanwhile you carefully washed his body, your hand slowly trailing down between his asscheks, to wash the slick away, but as soon as Steve felt that, he moaned quietly, pushing ass back into your hand. “Alpha-“ “I’m washing you, om-Steve, nothing else, okay?”

He whined again, still pushing his ass back, your fingers grazing over his puckered hole for a moment. “Please-please, alpha-need you. I need you so much…need to feel you”, he sobbed, his cock getting hard against your thigh, while he slowly sat up, pushing it against your stomach. “Please, Alpha, I need you.” You felt your member swell up, soon extracting and pushing against your panties. You knew you had get yourself together.

“Sweetheart, I-I can’t have sex with you-not like that. You’re not in the right place to decide”, you whispered, cupping his face in one hand, still having the other one at his ass. He grimaced, but nodded in understanding, yet not stopping rutting against your stomach. “No sex but fingers? Please? Just touch me, alpha, need your fingers. Need you to fuck me”, he whined against your throat, kissing your scent gland, sucking gently at it.

You bite your bottom lip, his words slowly changing your mind-at least a bit. Were you slowly falling into your own mind space? “Just fingers, Stevie, okay? But first I want you to tell me you want to-and use my name. I want to hear my name.” He whined when your hand left his skin, making him lift his gaze. You could tell he was concentrating and thinking hard, but he slowly nodded, still not saying anything tho….

He whined when you stopped his hips from grinding against you, but making him finally actually think about it. “Please use your fingers on me, Y/N”, he said, still looking a bit out of it, but his eyes were less foggy than before. “I mean it, I-I really wish it wouldn’t be happening all so suddenly, but I wanted you for so long, Y/N-Alpha. Wanted you to be my alpha for so long”, he whispered, leaning down to kiss you, softly.

A smile crept onto your lips, making it nearly impossible to kiss back. Just nearly.

Slowly you started brushing your hand over his round ass, squeezing gently. “Okay, my sweet omega, I can touch you…make you feel good”, you whispered into his ear. “Do you want that?”

Steve immediately started nodding forcefully, pressing his body against yours, his dick rubbing at your stomach. A quiet chuckle escapes you, when you hear Steve's quiet moan against your throat, while your finger slowly brushed over his wet, puffy hole…

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cake crumbles

pairing: non-idol!woozi x fem!reader

genre: fluff. established relationship au. some slight comfort.

warnings: anxious jihoon who just wants everything to go well. proposal mentions. food.

word count: 1.3k~

daisy's notes: he :( <3

“Okay. We can fix this. It’s not too late.” 

The only things holding Jihoon together right now was both Soonyoung and Vernon’s presence right now. But he hadn’t stopped staring at where your birthday cake had been dropped onto the floor, smashed into a mess of blue and white icing. Even now, he couldn’t bring himself to clean up the mess in Soonyoung’s apartment. Soonyoung was on his knees now, tossing it into a bag to be disposed of properly once it was all done. It had all happened too quickly. One minute he’d been moving it to a different space on the counter, and the next he’d been lying on the floor, body aching from his slip, and the cake was destroyed. The little party he’d planned was hours away, and he’d ordered this cake specifically for you…

“I think grocery stores do plain buttercream cakes,” Vernon said, fingers covered in blue as he dropped another chunk of cake into the trash. “It’s not as special, but we can get them to write her name on it.”

“She likes those cakes,” Soonyoung nodded. “That’s what we did for my birthday last year.” 

Right, but those weren’t made for you. Jihoon had gone out of his way to slowly figure out what you’d love the most. He sighed, and moved to get paper towels to wet and clean up the remaining icing. “I don’t know. I wanted to get her something special…”

Vernon looked up. “It’s just her birthday. I know she’s special, but—”

Immediately, Soonyoung started to smack his arm. He shook his head, and Vernon slowly connected the dots.

“Oh.” Then his eyes widened. “Oh! Dude—Today?”

Jihoon quietly nodded, then stopped. “I mean—Not technically?” He sighed, leaning back. “I was going to ask her when we went home. It’ll be after midnight, so it’d be tomorrow, and—”

Vernon nodded. “Alright. Look,” he pushed himself off the floor. “I know some people. Maybe one of ‘em could help do us a favor.” 

Something inside of him seemed to crumple like tissue paper at how easily Vernon seemed to take charge right now.  That should be what he was doing. You were his girlfriend, his love, and yet he couldn’t seem to drag himself out of the spiralling thoughts that he’d fucked this all up. He knew what you would say now, though: that it was fine. That you didn’t need a birthday cake to be happy. But today needed to be perfect for you. You treated him with so much kindness, always so gentle but clear with how much you loved him. Jihoon wasn’t always the loudest with how much he loved the people in his life, but he hoped that his love was clear, too. This was supposed to be part of his big gesture, the thing that screamed to the skyline that he loved you wholeheartedly. The other part was the box still tucked away in his pants pocket, even now. He carried it with him most days, just in case he ever felt the inclination to forego his plans…

Maybe he should have. Then he wouldn’t be so stressed right now making sure everything went right. 

Vernon had already stepped away, calling someone to see what they could do on such short notice. Soonyoung, on the other hand, had helped him wipe up the remaining icing. The floor needed to be mopped soon anyway, and then the scene of the crime would be entirely taken care of. By the time it was all taken care of, Vernon already had a name and a place to go—which led to Soonyoung pushing Jihoon toward him, saying he could handle setting up the rest. 

He’d described as basic a cake as he could: vanilla, decorated with buttercream in blue and white, with maybe some flowers on it if the baker could swing it. All it needed to say was ‘Happy birthday’ and your name. The easiest thing that they could make, he would accept as long as it tasted good. With the order placed and a time given to pick it up, Jihoon stepped back out onto the street with Vernon at his heels.

“So…” He’d soon fallen into step beside him. “It’s not just about the cake, is it?”

Jihoon slowly nodded, tucking his hands into his pockets. Anything to look more casual instead of the nervous storm he was inside. “If I don’t make it right… Then I’m going to feel like I failed her.”

“You could literally show up with just a thing of Oreos and she’ll love you.” Vernon looked over. “It’s fine to be nervous, but I don’t think there’s anything you could do that could upset her.” 

“I know, but…”

Vernon bumped into him, just to get his attention back on him. “You two love each other a lot, dude. It’s gonna be alright.” 

Jihoon could only hope that it would be.

Hours passed quicker than Jihoon expected them to. He and Vernon had returned to Soonyoung’s apartment and helped him set up for your little birthday party. Seungcheol had thankfully agreed to drive the cake over, careful as he could be, while Jihoon had to return home to you. He’d fed you this plan to go out for a movie and then dinner, hand hovering over his pocket. The box was right there. Maybe it’d be better for him to leave it somewhere safe here, but he felt better carrying it on him. 

“Jihoony?” You had turned from where you were putting on an earring—one of the ones he bought you last year for Christmas. There’s a playful lift to your voice, smiling at him. “Everything okay?”

He nodded, making his way over to you. “Everything’s perfect,” he said. Yet the pit in his stomach didn’t seem to shrink at all. He had hoped that saying it aloud would do something, and yet…

You fastened the earring into place, and then reached forward to cup his face. “Jihoony.” You let out a long sigh. “I know.”

“You… know?”

“One,” you said, “Cheol accidentally let the party secret slip when I asked him if he wanted to join us for dinner. And two…” You shut your eyes for a moment. “Remember the other week when you came home exhausted from work? You changed, ate dinner, and then went straight to bed…”

Oh no. Oh no. He swore he had tucked the ring box into his bag after he drove home. “So, you…”

With a soft kiss against his lips, you leaned back. Your chapstick tasted like birthday cake, all too fitting for today. “Whenever you ask, I’m going to say yes.” 

Jihoon met your eyes. “Even if it’s tonight?”

“Maybe wait until we’re alone,” you said, as if he hadn’t always planned for that. “But yes,” you giggled. “Tonight included.”

Jihoon reached for your hands, taking them into his own. The words already started to pour out of him before he could even think twice, “I dropped your birthday cake earlier. We got a replacement, but it isn’t the one I ordered for you. I hope that’s okay.” 

Instead of saying anything else, all you did was step back as you laughed. He’d fallen in love with your laugh long ago, but hearing it now he swore he was falling in love with the sound all over again. When you faced him again, you were smiling harder than before, even more radiant this time.

“As long as I get to enjoy it with you,” you said, “I’m going to be happy.” 

All at once, his anxieties disappeared. He leaned in, lips brushing against yours for just a few seconds. He knew he would kiss you properly once the two of you were home again. But for now, he’d leave you with something fleeting, just to leave both of you wanting more. “Happy birthday,” he said for the second time today, hands resting at your waist. “I love you so much.”

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Hello !! I was wondering if I could request a selkie! Reader x Raiden, where they are allies, but raiden doesn't know that the reader is a selkie and while training together and Raiden finds the readers seal skin and the reader tried to seduce him to get it back. Raiden has feelings for the reader and falls into it and ends up confessing to the reader, who then explain the situation??

Smooth and Selkie

Prior notes: Ah yes selkies, the original furries…I have a fear of the leopard seal from Happy Feet. Those things bellow or something.

Pairing: Raiden x Selkie! Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: WE’LL CARRY ON

You have traveled far from your usual harbors and shores. It’s fun to travel to new places and it’s even more fun to see new people. One swim got you all the way to China near the Fengjian Village. A young man with a straw hat caught your eye. Oh how badly you wanted to meet him.

But you can’t meet him when you can only make some grunting sounds. Smacking your stomach won’t bring the right attention to you. Making a banana shape won’t do it either but you look cute at least. Yeah, keep rocking back and forth you look silly. You had to wait for a full moon, then you had the chance to meet that young, handsome man.

A full moon came and you were able to shed your seal skin. Your beautiful figure was being appreciated by the moonlight. Your voice was sweeter than a siren’s call. All you need is some proper clothes and you can finally go out to see that lovely man that the villagers call Raiden. Guess you are staying in Fengjian longer than you expected.

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From the beginning Raiden was tempted by you. How couldn’t he be tempted? You were just so pretty and he could listen to you talk for hours. Something about your voice made him feel warm in his stomach and heart.

The kindness you both showed each other would make any passerby’s tooth ache from how sweet it all was. Damn near gave Kung Lao a stomach ache as if he ate too much candy.

You were fascinated by his fighting skills and his care for gardening. Raiden was fascinated by your knowledge of multiple places and your love for the sea. He could sit there and listen to you talk for hours about which fishes are the tastiest and different sort of Celtic mythology.

Soon enough you felt the desire to train and learn from him which he was happy to hear. Why not learn to fight, it will do you good. It also allowed you more time with Raiden.

Just remember to keep your seal skin safe and nearby. You can’t risk anyone getting their hands on it. Not even Raiden.

Usually you left your seal skin in a bag or hidden in a bush that was nearby. And you did the same today. Except your bag fell over and your seal skin was peeking out. It’s hard to miss the soft, spotty-patterned material. But it’s okay! Maybe you can hide it again once you and Raiden are finished training. If you actually figure out what happened before it’s too late.

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By the end of training you two were beat. Huffing and puffing as if you two just had—I’m sorry I won’t finish that statement.

Even when you were a little sweaty Raiden saw you as so beautiful. Your smile never faltered. You were just happy to spend time with him on such a nice sunny day.

“You’re doing excellent. I’d say you’re doing better than my sister. Oh but don’t tell her please.” Raiden said in a joking manner.

You giggled softly, “You’re too kind, Raiden. I’m going to get some water, you coming?”

“No, I think I’ll just sit here for a bit. I just need to catch my breath.” He answered.

You nodded before walking off to get yourself some water. Raiden stayed sitting on the floor, basking in the sunlight while appreciating the nature around him. Then something caught his eye. Something white was poking out from the bushes. Oh how strange.

Raiden got up and started walking over to investigate. When he got close he saw that it was a furry material. He looked at it with a perplexed expression as he reached down and grabbed it.

Your seal skin felt so soft to him. The pattern on it was unique. Though he has no idea what animal this came from. It doesn’t feel fake so he knew it was real. Before he could even notice the flippers that were part of the skin you were already back after getting a drink of water. Your eyes widened as you see what Raiden had in his hands.

Oh no

This didn’t seem good. You were always warned about men taking your seal skin. They will keep it and never return it and you will be forced to stay with them. You don’t want to be forced to love. Raiden is a nice guy but you’re still scared he might know what he is capable of now that he has your seal skin. You had to get it back. The only way you know how to do that is by seducing him. Your heart was pounding as you made your way over to him.

“What are you doing over here, silly? I thought you wanted to rest.” You said in a voice that was as sweet as honey.

You placed your hand on his face and made him turned towards you. You already got a reaction out of him. You saw his shocked expression while feeling his cheek start to warm up. This is the first time you ever touched him in a loving manner.

“I-I just saw this thing and I…” He was stumped.

“You shouldn’t be getting distracted by silly things, Raiden. Though you do look cute when you’re curious.”

That was a genuine compliment and Raiden felt that. His heart just did a backflip hearing that. To hear that you thought he was cute made him so happy. Just look at that dopey smile in his face.

“How about you put down that seal skin and spend some time with me?”

He was about to do what you said but paused once he realized you said seal skin.

“Seal skin? How do you know this is a seal skin?” He asked as he went back to looking at it.

You panicked and made him face you about before he could see the flippers, “It was just a wild guess haha.”

You were getting close to Raiden without even realizing it. Your chest was pressed against his arm. You were looking up at him with a panicked smile on your face but he overlooked that fact. His brain was being fried due to the close contact.

Don’t mess this up again. You have him wrapped around your finger. Push it.

“Just let it go, you don’t need to hold onto that thing.”

You started bumping your nose against his. It’s a way that you show affection. And he is really affected by this affection. You could hear his breathing grow heavier. You seemed even more adorable to him than you were before. You’re really putting in the work to get your seal skin back.

Raiden’s heart might just explode. He didn’t know you liked him that much. He thought he missed some signals beforehand. He would feel stupid if he did.

“If you love me you’ll let the seal skin go. Don’t you love me, Raiden?”

Love. Love! LOVE! OH MY GOSH YOU DO LOVE HIM.

“Yes! Yes! I do love you!” Raiden was so ecstatic that it surprised you.

“I thought you would never ask. I didn’t want to push any boundaries. I don’t know what made you start flirting with me now but I’m very glad you decided to do it. You know you didn’t have to do all that though, you already won my heart the moment I saw you.”

Finally, he dropped your seal skin. He immediately hugged you which prevented you from grabbing your skin. You were also in shock. One, you didn’t hide the fact that you were trying to seduce him. Two, he thought this was genuine.

You feel so bad now. You need to spill the truth and tell him what you were doing.

“Uh, Raiden, I need to tell you something very important.”

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Oof, that was difficult.

You told Raiden the truth about you. You told him that you are a selkie and that he was holding onto your seal skin. You explained your worries and how you were just trying to get it back from him.

He understands but he did get bummed out that you weren’t actually trying to flirt with him. You were doing it out of desperation. He apologized for worrying you. You apologized for misjudging him on his intentions.

“So that means you don’t actually like me.” He said it in such a somber tone it felt like your heart was being choked after hearing it.

He looked like a sad rejected puppy who didn’t get adopted by a loving family. He felt embarrassed too since he admitted he likes you.

“No! I do! I really do like you! Please believe me, Raiden.” You practically tackled him to the ground trying to proved that you did like him.

You would never think about breaking his heart. It would kill you. You came on the land just to be closer to him. You’re worried that you have ruined it all and now he won’t like you. You didn’t tell him the truth and you deceived him. How will he ever forgive you?!

“Thank the elder gods.” He let out a sigh of relief. Clearly, he forgives you. He’s happy that your feelings were true.

So what if you’re a selkie. Won’t change the fact that you have a lovable personality that brings Raiden closer to you. If anything it makes you even more unique to him. Who you truly are won’t change the fact that he will love you still, human or seal.

After notes: I love listening to seals make noises. Listen to these stupid idiots. Look at that banana form. Glorious creatures of nature.

[miizuzu]

part 3, just a friendly reminder that im no writer and my english is very questionable...mdni ...

“Xavier, Wake up. You're going to catch a cold if you keep sleeping like this.” You were nudging his arm. When you realized you couldn’t get a response, you tried to get off his bed to look for your undergarments that Xavier randomly flinged everywhere. You were thinking to yourself to not give him the chance to undress you anymore. His arms caught you, pulling you back towards himself. “Where are you going?” he mumbles while his eyes are still closed but his eyebrows furrow. “I’m trying to get dressed. And you should too.” You tried to wiggle out of his arms but his strength is stronger, even with him being half asleep.

“Your phone kept going off, you should check it.” You playfully pinched Xavier on his cheeks, “Come on, Xavier, get up~~~ Good boys will get rewarded.” His ears flinched at your words, eyes opened and sat up in one smooth motion. “Yes my lady. Right away!” He rolls out of bed and starts looking for his phone. You couldn’t help but blush while seeing his perfect physics. “Maybe you should cover yourself while you're at it.” You had your hands covering your eyes. He couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute you are acting. 

He found his boxers and pants and slipped it on, he also found your bra and panties. Which he did not want to hand over. He only gave in after you pouted at him. You went to grab the hoodie after putting on your bra and panties but could not find the sweatpants which he secretly kicked under the bed. You figured that you were mostly covered, so you didn’t chase him for another pair. 

Xavier finally found his phone and checked on the notifications, to his dismay, he has been assigned to a different area than you. “Jenna asked me to go on a special assignment. I will have to be away for a few days.” He hasn't even left yet but is already missing being around with you. “I’m sure you will have no issue handling everything.” You walked behind him and hugged him from behind. “But I guess your reward will have to wait.” He placed his hand on top of your arm and rubbed circles, “I guess I got something to look forward to when I get back.” He smiles gently.

“I guess I should just go home now, you still have to pack for your trip.” Your uniform is now clean and dried. You release his waist, but he turns around and hugs you instead. “Could you just stay the night?” he whines. You know if you stay, he will have a harder time leaving tomorrow. “I don’t want you to be late. The mission must be important if they are sending you. I’ll be waiting for your return, so stay safe.” 

It took a while but you finally convinced him to let you go. You got back to your apartment, you took Xavier’s hoodie with you, another trophy of sorts. You went to the bathroom and wiped yourself off with a towel, trying to avoid the bandages around your thigh. You blushed to yourself remembering the sensation Xavier gave you earlier in the day. You shook your head to get your mind out of the gutter, grabbed a small bite to eat and headed for bed. 

Seems you will have some free time to yourself for a few days, with Xavier going on a different assignment, Zayne having his usual appointments and surgeries lined up, and Rafayel going away for his exhibition. You felt lonely for the first time in a while, but managed to sleep through the night.

Work was easy today, there were no reports of attacks and no one needed to be dispatched. You were just in the headquarters writing reports when you received a phone call from Thomas. “Hello Thomas? Is something the matter?” you questioned since Rafayel should be on his way to his exhibition. “Hey Y/N, has Rafayel called you? He hasn't answered his phone the whole day. I’m already at the hotel we are supposed to stay at and he has not checked in yet.” Thomas always calls you when Rafayel goes off the grid.”I’ll be off soon, I will go check the studio later.” “Thank you Y/N, you are the only one I can depend on.”

You headed over to Rafayel’s house, his car was still in the garage. You started ringing the doorbell and when that didn’t work, you banged on the door. “Rafayel? Are you home?” You heard a sound of dishes breaking and you panicked. “Rafayel! Are you ok?” Realizing he will not get the door, you ran around his house and noticed an opened window and you climbed in. It was the window in his studio, the whole place is a mess with paint laying everywhere. You quickly took your boots off and left them next to the window. 

“Rafayel! Where are you?” you speed around the house looking for him. You finally found him, laying on his couch by the window on the second floor, one arm hanging on the back of the couch and one leg hanging off. His face is all red and he seems to be having problems breathing. “Rafayel!!” you ran to him, worried. “What happened? Are you not feeling well? Should I take you to the hospital?” You bombarded him with questions. 

“I’m fine, just feeling a little under the weather. I will be back to normal soon.” he tried to play it off as nothing. You were worried and wanted to make sure he was actually fine. “Is there anything you want me to do? How can I help?” “Water…, can you get me some water?” Rafayel weakly asked. “Yes, I’ll go grab some, just hang tight.”

You ran to the kitchen and grabbed a cup and filled it with water, before going back to Rafayel, you decided to text Thomas to tell him Rafayel is not well and will not be able to get to the exhibit. Thomas was relieved and said he understands before asking you to watch after him, he thanked you again for your help.

You rushed back upstairs with the cup of water only to find Rafayel had rolled off the couch and landed facing down on the floor. You put the cup down and quickly rushed over and helped him back up. “Are you sure you are fine? How are you this weak?” You placed your hand on his forehead and he feels like he's burning up. Shocked by the heat, you wanted to check his temperature and activated the scanner on your hunter’s watch. “Signs normal” the watch rings, ‘How is he normal??’ you questioned your watch. 

“Y/N, I’m fine~~ stop being such a worry ward. You should go home, don’t worry about me.” he tries to say playfully. “How can I not worry? I am your girlfriend aren’t I? Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong with you?” You shouted and tears of frustration filled your eyes. Rafayel hears you holding back sobs, and he feels terrible. “I don’t to scare you.” he says, “Well you are scaring me right now!” you snapped back. “I mean, I don’t want you to be scared of what I really am.” he replies.

“What do you mean what you really are…?” you tried to calm down but still wanted answers. “I’m not Human, Y/N. Once a year, my kind would become weak and vulnerable, and when the day is over, I will be back to normal. I just don’t want you to see me as a monster.” he finally confessed. You’ve heard about this before, Lemurian, an ancient race of mermaids who would become weak on that one special day. Humans would hope to catch a Lemurian in their weakened state and tell them to make a profit. “Rafayel, are you… a Lemurian?” 

“...... Yes. Are you scared of me now?” He stares into your eyes, he wanted to reach for you but was too weak to move. The sun was setting, and the room was starting to get dim. There was something forming on his face, it was blueish and glittering, like shiny fish scales, reflecting whatever light there is left. He looks absolutely stunning, you could hardly take your eyes off of him. “I would never be scared of you,

You will always be my Rafayel.” You reassure him as you rub his cheeks  tenderly. He purrs to your touch, for someone that is actually Lemurian, he sure is acting more like a cat. 

He was so glad that you accepted him for what he is, and even called him yours. He can't control his smirk on his face. You know he would have jumped you if he was his normal healthy self. You decided to tease him a bit. You lean closer to him, breathing in his ears, “You are my adorable little fishie. Right?” “Yes, my love. I’m all yours.” His face was red and looked so sexy. You wanted to tease him some more but ended up getting flustered. “I’m going to go to the kitchen and find you something to eat.” 

You ran downstairs because you didn't want Rafayel to see your lustful face. He was giving off some vibes that are making you lose control. You walked past the studio and without paying attention, knocked over a bucket of paint Rafayel left sitting on the ladder. He heard the rattling downstairs and was trying to ask you what happened but his voice was too weak. 

“Umm, Rafayel? I’m going to need to borrow your shower…” you embarrassingly walk back upstairs with paint covered ⅔ of your uniform and body. Rafayel couldn't help but laugh at your clumsiness. He was fine with you using his showers and even told you where you can find a change of clothes, temporarily for when you put your uniform in the wash. 

You walked into his closet, which was almost as big as your room. And found the location he told you about and opened the drawers. You couldn't believe your eyes. There were so many female outfits from gowns to fancy undergarments. Your heart sank for a moment. Yes, he is rich, he must have had other partners before you, but you can't help but feel a knot in your stomach. You took something in there and went into the showers. 

Rafayel wanted to check on you but he does not have the strength, he tried walking back to his bedroom and he collapsed half way, he is trying to drag himself there, crawling on the floor. You got out of the shower and came to his rescue. He was panting like he ran a marathon. His eyes closed trying to catch his breath. You helped him onto his bed, that's when he finally noticed you chose a set of red lingerie, panties with a laced bra in a see through dress. 

His eyes almost jumped out of his sockets, why, or how could you wear that when he was so weak he couldn't even lift his fingers properly. He was clearly fascinated and upset at the same time, his pupils were dilated but you could see them shiny. He stares at you with those primal eyes, and you feel like he's trying to set what little clothes you have on fire. 

“My love… How could you do this to me? Wearing something this beautiful on a day I couldn’t do anything… you're so cruel.” He yelps as he pants. “Was this something your ex-girlfriend left behind?” your questions with a hint of bitterness to your voice, gave Rafayel a hard on. You slowly ran your hands up Rafayel’s thighs and continued “Are you this turned on from seeing me wear something someone else left behind?” Rafayel lets out a painful moan as you squeeze his upper thigh. “No… My love… I just…” he tried to keep his darting eyes on you, overwhelmed with pleasure. “Are you picturing her face with me in front of you?” You were frustrated, down right angry. So full of jealousy and you can't control yourself, you hate what you're saying but words keep coming out of your mouth. 

“Y/N.” You flinched as Rafayel called your name. You stare straight into his eyes. “You are the only one I ever let in my bedroom. I bought all those hoping one-day you would wear them for me. I just didn't expect it to be today, when I don't even have the strength to touch you.” Your overpowering demeanor crumbled in seconds, and is now filled with an overwhelming amount of embarrassment. You tried to run but Rafayel managed to grab onto you with all the power he had left.

“Don't go.” He begged. He loved that you got jealous over a girl that never existed, the only reason you would get so mad was because you loved him. “I'm so sorry Rafayel. I have this ugly jealousy.” You started sobbing while hiding behind your free arm. “You are the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on, you are always pretty. How about you make it up to me? I have no strength left but my bro down there is begging for release. Could you help me?” He placed your palm on his twitching bulge. 

You nodded your head, pulling down his pants along with his boxers and his cock springs free. You were laying belly down between his legs, your face was inches away from the pulsing length. You reached for it and poked the head, it was a pretty color of pink. You could see veins throbbing, already leaking from the tip, twitching with need. “Please touch me, I need more.” Rafayel whines and begs. “I’ve… never done this, I don't know if I can help you feel good.” you are shy but you want to touch him, you just don't want to make him more uncomfortable.

His face is gleaming hearing you are willing to do this for him and with him being the first of the 3. There is a huge smirk on his face. “Don't worry my love, I will guide you through, just listen to my voice.” hearing him say that made you feel hot, you're now burning with desire to not let him down. “First, I need you to wrap your hands around me.” You eagerly complied. “My god…your hands are soft…I might not last very long…” he bites his lower lip and closes his eyes, trying to focus on our touch. “Now, tighten your grip a bit, MMM just like th-that…'' he is now breathing through his mouth, panting and moaning each breath. Your eyes were glued to his facial expressions, it was a mix of pleasure and pain, you can't help but think about how pretty he looks. “Now… slowly stroke your hands up and down for me.” You were starting to pant as well as your hands slowly moved up and down his rock hard cock. You slowly increase the speed of your hand movements, and you could feel Rafayel thrusting up his hips to meet your tempo. “I'm close, my love, you're gonna make me cum.” His breathing is much heavier, finally opening his eyes to stare passionately into yours’. “Hah..hah…MMM this feels so good. I'm cu-cumming!” He releases a heavy load with most of it landing on your face. 

“You are… so damn beautiful, you are lucky I can't move a muscle.” You thought about wiping your face with a kleenex, but another idea springs to mind. You used one of your hands to guide the cum on your face into your mouth, you let out a soft moan as you pushed all the salty, slimy texture into your lips, Rafayel was just watching you in awe with his beautiful blue-pink eyes, not even blinking for a second. You left your mouth open and swished the liquid around your tongue and finally closed your mouth and swallowed. 

“Shit! You can't do this, haa…you're not playing nice. I want to make you feel good too…” Rafayel whines, but his energy has long been spent. You can see he could hardly keep his eyes open. “I'll get you back.” He taunts you before succumbing to his sleepiness. 

You took your phone and decided to take a picture of Rafayel’s peaceful sleeping face. You made it his contact picture. He looks like an angel, but you were sure once he regains his strength he will become the devil. A part of you looking forward to it? You weren't sure if he was actually going to be better like he said, or if he was just saying it so you won't worry. You decided to text Jenna, asking her if you could work from home if there was just paperwork to be done. Jenna texted you back ‘That is fine, your primary physician actually sent us a note to keep you off the field for a while, that was why you were on paperwork duty. Xavier also insisted, if we didn't know any better, it would seem like you got life threatening injuries.’ 

You couldn't help but feel thankful to Zayne and Xavier for watching out for you. Even though you thought it would be fine to go into the field. But you decided that you shouldn't make them both worry about you. You laid beside Rafayel, his arm rests under your neck. You felt tired from all the excitement you had earlier and fell asleep on his arm. 

When morning arrives, Rafayel wakes up thinking it was all a feverish dream, only to realize you stayed the night and are peacefully sleeping tugged in his blanket next to him. He still couldn't believe it was real, until he lifted his blanket and saw you in the red see-through lingerie. His face becomes red from ear to ear in an instant and he covers you up again. 

A wicked idea comes to his mind. He reached for his cellphone and took a selfie with you covered except your face. And he then sent a text in the group chat. “I win.” Without explanation. He wanted to send the picture as well but he stopped himself knowing you would get mad at him if he actually does. 

He lifted up the cover once more to admire your beauty, he was brushing your hair behind your ears when he saw the hickey at your neck. ‘Which one of the bastards did it? How dare they mark you before I get the chance?!’ Rafayel thought to himself. He felt jealous, pouting. He lightly tipped you on your back and pulled his arm out from under you. 

Rafayel sits up and runs both his hands all over you. So gently that it felt ticklish. You tried to swat away whatever was tickling you. Rayafel took it to offense and pinned your hands beside your head and lowered his lips over the hickey and sucked on your skin like his life depended on it. Your eyes widened, shocked at the sudden pressure on your sensitive skin. “Ahh!?…Rafayel?! What are you doing?” You tried to struggle your hands free but to no avail. You were glad that Rafayel got his strength back but now you're worried what he would do from all the teasing you did to him the night before. 

He finally released you from his lips, he had overlapped Xavier's mark with his own and he was now satisfied and proud of it. He was so focused on leaving you the mark he didn't even notice you waking up and questioning him. His eyes finally traveled up to your face and realized you woke up. “Oh hey you, finally awake?” his hands are still pinning you down but his face now hovers over yours. You feel shy thinking back on all the things you said to him, really hoping he didn't remember anything that happened the night before. 

“...Good morning Rafayel, how are you feeling?” You asked him, trying hard to not look flustered. “I feel great” he is running his eyes all over the features of your face. “You did so well, taking care of me, and all my needs.” His long eyelashes eyes stares right into your soul. You feel your face burning, you want him to back up but wasn’t sure what you could do or say. You could only think of one thing. You lifted your head up and kissed him. 

He backed up as you planned, even letting go of one of your hands to try and cover his blushing face. “You know you've been very courageous since last night. Are you ready for the consequences?” Oh no, he remembers, and but the sound of it, payback is on its way. 

Rafayel intertwined his fingers with yours with the hand he was holding you down, while with his other hand his index lands on your lips and travels down your body. His finger has reached your belly and paused before traveling lower again. “So, has anyone…explored this part of you yet?” You could hear in his tones he has mixed feelings, still hoping he could be your first. It was too embarrassing to tell him so all you could do was nod. 

He let out a long sigh, he felt defeated with a hint of anger. “Did you 2……” you know what he was about to ask you as he pouts. “No.” you confirmed. Rafayel breathes a sigh of relief. “So what DID he do?” Rafayel asked as his finger ran circles around your clit. “Did his fingers feel good?” You were too embarrassed to answer him, you kept shaking your head. “No? Did it not feel good or did he not use his hands?” His fingers now go down your folds, teasing your entrance. “Ngh! No…” you breathe heavy. “No, what? You have to tell me my love. You will get your reward when you do.” He moves his hand away, and you gasped at his sudden withdrawal. “No! Don't stop! Rafayel please…Xavier…used his mouth…” you turned your face away after finally confessing.

“When did my love become so needy?” What Rafayel asked got you speechless, when did you become so shameless? You feel upset about yourself. You're holding your breath, biting on your bottom lip so hard a droplet of blood came rolling down. Rafayel sees you and cups your cheeks, “My love, please relax. I didn't mean it in a bad way… I just…got jealous, that's all… I'm sorry, so please stop biting your lips.” He rubs his thumb over your fresh wound then gives you a kiss on the lips. “I want you to be needy, it shows me that you want me. I promise to make you feel good. Please just relax.” Rafayel tries to comfort you. 

You finally relaxed your jaws as Rafayel calmed you. “That's right, relax, my love. I promise I will take care of you.” ‘I’ll do better than Xavier.’ he thought to himself. Rafayel hovers over you, balancing on his knees and his one elbow of the hand that tightly grips your hand. You tried to calm down your breathing and with Rafayels’ hand just traveling wherever he wanted, it wasn't an easy thing to do. He sees you struggling but can't help to tease you for how cute you are reacting to him. He loves seeing every single of your reactions. It fuels him, it gives him the confirmation he needs to help you feel good. 

“Rafayel…..” you called him with a whimpering voice, tugging at his shirt with your free hand. His face turned red from your beautiful wanting face. “Sorry, princess. Time for your reward.” He kisses you on your cheeks, jaw and down your neck. His hand claps on your thigh, giving you a shock of pleasure as he travels up towards your core. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look in this lingerie? Absolutely breathtaking. I knew you would look good but I wasn't expecting this.” His compliments are driving you closer to the edge. 

“Rafayel! No more teasing…please…” you reached your hand to the back of his head and tugged lightly at his hair. He whispered quietly under his breath. “Fuck.” He brushes your panties aside with his thumb and his middle finger is rubbing at your entrance, he is using every fiber of his body to make sure it's not too rough with you. When his finger finally enters you, you scream out in pleasure as your back arches high, you’ve never felt anything like this, the slight tingle of pain throws you into shock and your orgasm takes over you.

“Did…did you just cum from that?” Rafayel was a bit shocked, he hardly inserted his finger. “Oh, my love, you are the most adorable little thing.” He kept his eyes on you. Your face all twisted with pleasure and ecstasy gave him a hard on. “My love, can you touch mine for me please? I want us to cum together. You can go again right?” He was still holding onto your dominant right hand and you were forced to use your left for him. You yanked his pants down along with his boxers moving your hand from his left to the right as his pants and boxer fell above his knees. He had been a leaking mess for a while. 

You could feel his pre-cum dripping on your belly, you placed your fingers on his leaking tip and he started puffing, he is trying to control his breathing and focus so he does not come undone from just a few strokes. His finger inside you started moving, slowly gliding in and out of you and you started to grip his cock a bit tighter. He leans in to kiss you and licks your lips wanting access to your mouth. When you part your lips, his tongue slips in and finds yours. The room is filled with wet, slurping sounds. You are both really turned on from it. 

Your hand was stroking up and down Rafayels’ length as he lines up his index finger along with his middle and pushes both into your core. “Ahh!” Your shaky eyes widened and started getting teary, Rafayel so captivated by them, he started moving his hand in a twisting motion, sending waves of pain and pleasure through your whole body. Your grip tightens more and your stroking becomes faster. He gently bites your lower lips as you both try to catch your breaths. “MMM! Raf...” you wanted to tell him you are almost there. His hand now resumes gliding in and out of you while his twisting motion doesn't stop, he had you screaming his name as you climaxed again. He also came as you screamed his name in pure ecstasy, his cum landed on the see-through lingerie as he finally sat up and admired his new masterpiece, being you. 

Rafayel lowered his hips to meet yours, your body twitched and your eyes darted to his. “Rafayel…? What are you trying to do?” you are scared, you came with 2 of his fingers and the tingling pain was still there. You were not ready to take him inside you yet, mentally and physically. Rafayel sees your face and you struggle. He found it really cute that his fearless bodyguard does get scared sometimes. “Don’t worry my love, I won't enter, I can see you are not ready and I'm not one to force my lover to give me what I want.” His reassurance calmed you down a bit but his moving hips got you flustered. “Since I can't enter, can I just rub myself against you?” 

You were not sure what he meant but nodded anyway, and in seconds your panties and the see-through dress was no longer on you. He had his arms under your waist, he cock is now hard again and is right above your clit. He lowers himself and starts thrusting his hips, grinding his cock to your clit. You both moan in pleasure, you could feel your pussy getting extremely wet. Your legs were brought up and he would rub your entrance all the way up to your clit with each thrust. The friction felt so good for him and with your leaking pussy, he thought he was already inside you. 

Rafayel thrusts himself faster and you could see his eyes closed and brow furrowed, biting on his lip to stop himself from drooling. “This feels hah… so good, almost as if… ngh… I'm inside you.” His forehead is now touching yours and his mouth gaping wide open trying to catch his breath. With a few more thrust, he came all over your bare belly. And he rolls off to the side of you. Looking absolutely fucked out. You rolled towards him and gave him a passionate kiss.

You sat up, thinking you should get home and start on your paperwork since you are supposed to be working. “Rafayel, I should get going. I still need to do some work and my laptop is at home.” Rafayels' face changed from bliss to abandoned kitty mode. “Do you really have to go?” He whines as he slowly sits up. “Yeah, I rushed out of the office yesterday to get here as soon as I can to check up on you, there's still a lot of reports I have not finished.” Rafayel softens up a bit knowing he was the reason why she left work unfinished and felt glad that you thought he is more important than your work. 

“I'm going to need another shower before I go.” You looked down at yourself and started blushing. “I'll join and help wash you.” Rafayel jokingly suggested. You gave him a nod of approval and his face instantly turned red, thinking you wouldn't let him. He slid off the bed and in an instant he was fully naked. He walks over to the other side of the bed where you were and bridal carries you to his bathroom. He unhooks your lace bra, helps you stand in his shower and he follows shortly. 

The shower turned into a steamy makeout session, he cleans you thoroughly from head to toe, and you help him. Rafayel felt so comfy in water and with you being in the shower with him he felt like he was home.

It took a long time before he finally let you leave but you managed to get home on your bike and started on your reports. You were working for so long that you didn't even notice what time it was, all you knew was your stomach was growling and you decided to order some food. You realized it was already dark and your lights weren't on. You took a break from your laptop and went to turn the lights on. You went to the bathroom to wash your face. 

When you came out, you saw a tall black figure standing at your apartment entrance. You almost thought you forgot to lock the door earlier, you finally noticed it was Zayne. “Zayne! You scared me, why are you just standing there? Come in.” Zayne was just looking down and not saying anything. You could tell something was wrong but you are not sure if he would open up. He finally removed his shoes and put them on the shoe rack, eyes still avoiding you and standing by the door like he was about to be kicked out any second. You walked over to him and pulled him towards the couch and sat him down. 

His silence was overwhelming and you are worried. You kneel down to your knees beside Zayne and place your hands on his fist on his lap. “Zayne? Did something happen?” For someone who normally sits up straight, his back is now slouched and you lift your right hand to cup his cheeks, his left hand travels up and greets your hand. His sharp hazel eyes finally met yours’, his lips parted but words were struggling to come out. “...... What did he mean by ‘I win’?'' You had a confused look on your face. “What do you mean?” you question. Zayne shows you his phone with the group chat, Rafayel’s taunting message saying ‘I win’.

You are now as confused as Zayne, and when he sees your confused look on your face, he finally relaxes and releases a soft chuckle. He pinched the bridge of his nose thinking to himself how silly he must have been to worry about Rafayel’s stupid little taunt the whole day. He had been struggling to focus on his work the whole day thanks to Rafayel. He lay on the back of the couch with his head resting on it and had his arm covering his eyes while his legs were apart. You adjusted yourself from beside him to being between his legs, you wanted to see his face more clearly. 

Zayne jolted as you lean in closer, unintentionally placing your hands on his lap as you do, his ears starting to turn pink. You’ve never seen him flustered before, you thought he was sick as you tried to check his temperature by putting your forehead against his while your hand brushes his bangs away.. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” he furrows his brows again, as he grabs your wrist. He thought you were trying to tease him but your genuine, innocent concerned eyes told him otherwise. “I just wanted to make sure you're alright.” 

He relaxes his brows and smiles at you while caressing your cheeks, “Don't worry, I am already feeling much better than before.” You rest your head on Zayne's chest, your chest pressed against his torso, you could hear his heart beating faster. “I missed you Zayne…” He wraps his arms around you, “I've missed you too.” It was a very tender moment, and you tried to hug him tighter, suddenly you felt his bulge on your belly. Your eyes darted to him, he was hoping you didn't feel it, but how could you not? He's twitching uncontrollably. 

“Sorry my sweet, been pretty busy the last couple of days and have been feeling a bit frustrated. Rafayels' little stunt didn't help.” His hand is back pinching the bridge of his nose. You giggled at him. “Maybe I can help you relieve some stress?” You placed your hands on his throbbing boner. He was surprised at your offer. You were so flustered last time he grabbed your hand to touch him and now you seem normal. ‘Maybe I should be wary towards those 2 afterall.’ Zayne thought to himself. 

“It seems you have no issues with toughing it anymore. Was it because of Rafayel?” Zayne's hazel eyes are glaring, he looks like he is getting angry. You couldn't lie to Zayne so you told him the truth. “I… gave him a hand job.” Your face was turning red and you looked away from Zayne's eyes. “Is that all?” He asks while staring down at you. “......he came all over my face.” You shut your eyes tight, afraid of what you might see as Zayne clicks his tongue in dismay. “Anything else?” “I might have swallowed some of it.” 

It was as if you heard something snapped. He pulled your face towards him, the sudden jerking motion had you widen your eyes and reverted your attention back to him. He drags the bottom of your lips down with his thumb, as the other hand runs in his hair to push it back while staring you straight in the eyes. “Since you did it for him, you wouldn't mind doing it for me too, right?” Zayne wasn't really asking, he was demanding you. You gulped a mouth full of air as your hands traveled to his belt buckle. Your shaky hands unbuckles his belt and unbutton his trousers, pulling his zipper down and finally setting his cock free. It springs out of his pants and you were shocked by his size. Rafayel and Xavier weren't on the small side but Zayne's is huge. You could hardly get a grip on him with one hand. 

You were amazing at his sheer size. You were thinking how something this big will ever fit inside you? The thought of it made you squeeze your thigh together in excitement and fear. “Why don't you give it a taste?” Zayne's voice says seductively, you moaned and kissed his tip. You could see his pre-cum starting to leak, you tried to catch every drop with your tongue. “My sweet girl does everything so well.” He coos. You had your lips all over his length and you licked him from top to bottom. 

You brushed your hair behind your ear as you lined your lips to his cock. Parting slightly as he enters your mouth. Zayne throws his head back from the tightness of your mouth. The stretch was hurting the corners of your mouth but you sucked up to it. Zayne's breathing becomes heavier, you tried to use your hands to jerk him off since you were having trouble having all of him in your mouth. “That pretty little mouth all over my cock, does it excite you, my sweet?” He placed one hand behind your head and lightly grabbed onto your hair. You tried your best to fit more of him into your mouth, as he goes deeper, your eyes start getting teary. He would tug you softly towards him, making sure he doesn't hurt you. You angled yourself to take all of him, and he let out a loud moan when he hit the back of your throat. His cock was making you gag, but you tried your best and wanted to let him feel good. 

You slowly pull your head back only to push yourself back, your motion gets faster and the next thing you know, your head is bobbing over Zayne's cock. “This feels so much better than I expected, have you been doing it for them?” His head is lowered, eyes closed and mouth open, panting heavily. You tried to shake your head without letting go, you tried to muffle out a no but it just turned out as a moan. Zayne had both his hands on your head now as he fucks you in your mouth. “I'm close, my sweet girl, you will accept all of me right?” You nodded your head and his hips began to thrust upward into your mouth. “Do your best to keep your beautiful eyes on me, I want you to see me cum for you.” Zayne demands, and you complied. Trying to keep your watery eyes on Zayne's while sucking him off, taking him all the way into your throat. Your teary eyes are driving him insane, he grunts and holds your head close to his base as he shoots hot cum down your throat. Your tears are rolling down your cheeks and it is hard to breathe as you gag and choke on his cum. 

He pulls himself out and helps you get up to straddle on his lap as you cough and tries to catch your breath. He sees drool and cum spilling out the corners of your mouth and holds your chin up with one hand, admiring your beauty. “That was great my sweet, you did really well, taking all of me in that cute little mouth of yours.” You were tired and worn out, but you managed to smile sweetly to Zayne's compliments. 

“Since you did such a good job, would you like a reward?” He whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Can…can I get a kiss?” You stare longingly into Zayne's eyes. He pulls you in and kisses you passionately, one hand caressing your cheek and the other on your lower back. “I was thinking about a different reward.” Zayne's hand slips inside your pajama shorts with his fingers teasing your drenching folds. “My sweet girl got this wet from sucking me off? You are so adorable.” He presses light kisses on your cheeks and neck as you pants and moan. 

His hand has left your cheeks and found its way inside your hoodie, cupping your breast and pinching your hard nipples. “I want to see everything, lift up your arms so I can take this off.” He took his hands off you to take off your hoodie which you had nothing else underneath. He got you to stand up as he took your pajama shorts and panties off as well, before pocketting your panties which you didn't stop him. He took a second to scan you from head to toe before pulling you back into his embrace with your back now towards his chest, legs spread as you saddle on his legs, your folds were sitting on the base of his cock. You were embarrassed and nervous, the feeling of a bare cock so close to your entrance scared and excited you at the same time. 

“You're so warm and wet, you're driving me crazy.” Zayne has one hand back on your chest and the other rubbing circles on your clit. He's biting and sucking the back of your neck, you couldn't control your hips and glides your folds to his length. You had your eyes closed, feeling every little sensation amplified as you grind on his cock and his fingers playing with your clit. You were so close to your climax when you heard knocking on your door. Zayne was too focused on keeping himself from cumming from you grinding on his cock that he didn't even notice the knocking. You weren't able to say anything as all that was coming out from your mouth was heavy pants.

The knocking continued and you could hear someone talking, just as the talking stopped you heard the door being unlocked. You got so nervous that you became undone by Zayne's hands. “Ahhhn!!” You moan out loud as Xavier enters your apartment with the food you've ordered, and sees you coming as Zayne plays with your body. Xavier was angry, he placed the food on the dining table and walked in front of both of you. You being fully naked sitting on top of Zayne's cock, and Zayne finally noticed Xavier and unintentionally gave a taunting smirk. 

Xavier kneeled down in front of you and grabbed you off of Zayne, your arms now around Xavier's neck as you saddled on his thigh trying to catch your breath. Xavier glared at Zayne with darkened eyes, you've never seen him like that before and it scared you. Xavier was already insecure about Rafayel’s taunting message and seeing you become undone by Zayne drove him mad. Xavier hugged you so tightly around your waist while his murderous eyes stared at Zayne like he was a wanderer. 

“Welcome home, Xavier.” You said once you finally calmed your breathing, and you hugged him tight. Zayne's brows furrowed as you sweetly welcomed Xavier, even though he was the one who made you cum just now and it seems you have forgotten all about him. Xavier finally relaxed a bit as he buried his head on the crook of your neck, “I'm home.” 

Zayne slips your hoodie back over your head and says “Since you've ordered food, you better eat before it gets cold.” Xavier pouts as he lets you go, agreeing that you should eat first. Xavier walked you over to the dining table and sat you down and sat beside you. Zayne follows and sits across from you. “What brought you all the way here Dr. Pervert.” Xavier angrily asks. “The same reason why you're here. The message from Rafayel and just wanting to see Y/N after not seeing her for a few days.” 

The 2 men were just having small talk but you could tell they were at each other's throats. They do, however, decide to get back at Rafayel. You stare at the 2 of them, you can't help but think they are up to no good. You tried to calm the both of them down, “Do you 2 want some food? I ordered extra thinking I could eat it tomorrow.” You opened the cupboard trying to reach for some bowls on the top shelf, as you reached up, your lower body became exposed and they could see the wetness from your last orgasm dripping down your thighs. You quickly covered yourself up feeling embarrassed.

“The only thing I want to eat right now is you.” Xavier says with a dead serious face. You were shocked by his words and you became flushed in seconds. You don't even feel hungry anymore, you pull your hoodie down and squeeze your thighs together, biting your bottom lip as you stare at the 2 men. “It would seem she also wants us too by the looks of it.” Zayne chimes in. “Can I?” You looked at them, with wanting eyes. 

How could they possibly say no to how adorable you looked. They walked over and grabbed your hand and took you to your bedroom. They once again took your hoodie off, leaving you naked on the bed. You were staring at them with begging eyes and Xavier took the hint and started undressing himself, Zayne saw and followed. The 2 gorgeous men, now fully naked, one to your left and the other on your right. 

You were all on your knees and you turned facing Xavier, you missed not having him around and you leaned in to hug him. He tilted your head so he could kiss you on your lips, as you 2 exchanged sloppy kisses, you unintentionally lifted your ass, which was faced toward Zayne. He leans in to kiss you on your back as his hands fondle your breasts, making you moan. “Can I claim my reward now?” Xavier asks as his hands rubs your cheeks. You nodded and you leveled your head towards his hard length. 

You held his cock in your hands, balancing yourself on your elbows as you licked the dripping wetness off his tip. His hands were combing through your hair while he glued his eyes on your sexy face. “Where did you learn to do that?” Xavier exhales under his breath, he sees Zayne having a huge smirk on his face. “On second thought, don't answer that…'' he sighs. Zayne couldn't help but chuckle quietly, he has one hand on your hips and the other going between your legs towards your pussy. Just as you start taking Xavier into your mouth, Zayne's finger enters you, making you gasp for air and your breathing was sending waves of pleasure though Xavier. 

You tried to focus and suck on Xaviers’ cock but Zayne's finger was distracting you, making it hard to properly service Xavier. Once you got used to Zayne's rhythm, you were able to focus your attention back on making Xavier feel good, but Zayne wouldn't make it easy. Once he sees you lose focus of his finger inside you, he adds another. Stretching your cunt makes it hard for you to think. The sloppy blowjob was getting to Xavier as he glared angrily at Zayne for distracting you, but Zayne was enjoying his fun. 

Xavier was annoyed and grabbed you up and you were just dumbfounded, staring confusedly at Xavier as drool rolls down the corner of your mouth. “He's making it hard for me to properly receive my reward. Can I be inside you?” You blushed at his request but also wanted to fulfill your promise to him so you nodded. In one swift movement, your back is now towards Xaiver and you are now facing Zayne, Xaiver has one hand rubbing your clit as his other lines himself up to your entrance. 

Xavier starts pushing himself into your throbbing hole, the initial push makes your hold body jolt, you are being stretched on the bottom and you lose balance and land on Zayne's chest as he holds you up, he watches your face twist with pain and overwhelming pleasure. You were panting heavily and eyes widened but so unfocused you couldn't really think straight. “Hah…hah…darling you're so tight…relax a bit so I can come all the way in.” Xavier whispers in your ear as his hand rubs furiously on your bud. You try your hardest to loosen up and Xavier finally managed to sheath himself inside you. “Good job darling, now I can give you your reward.” 

He pulls out and slowly pushes himself back in. Zayne was holding you up while he sucked on your nipples one at a time. Xavier slowly adds speed towards his thrusting, if it wasn't for Zayne keeping you up, you wouldn't have collapsed on your bed long ago. You were both getting close to your climax, “Darling, you are making it very hard for me to pull out.” Xavier says as he thrust faster into you. “Don't pull out!” You begged. With your encouragement and a few more quick thrusts, you came and all you remember is Xavier swearing quietly “fuck!” as he came inside of you.

You and Xavier were trying to catch your breath as he saw his cellphone on the counter beside your bed. He grabbed it and Zayne knew what he wanted to do, he nodded his head in agreement and with that Xavier snapped a picture of your fucked out face and you sandwiched between Xavier and Zayne. Xavier sents the picture in the group chat and the next thing you know, your phone was ringing off the hook. Even though your phone was ringing and everyone knew who it was, you weren't able to pick it up being stuck between the 2 of them. Xavier finally pulls out and hot cum starts spilling out your hole and dripping down your thighs. 

“My turn.” Zayne grabs your waist, your back is now leaning towards Xavier as he kisses the side of your neck as he holds you up. Your body was overstimulated and you are reacting to every little touch. Zayne pushes himself inside you, “Fuck, you are so tight, sweetheart.” Your head is thrown back and you cry out, “I-I can’t, it's…mmnhg too much…” tears rolling down your cheeks as Xavier licks them all up. “You can do it, my sweet girl. You've never let me down.” Zayne coos you as he pushes more of him inside. “You're doing great darling, he's almost all the way in.” Xavier encouraged you. With a little more push, Zayne is now all the way inside you and you climaxed as he reached the deepest part of you. 

Throbbing and twitching around his cock, Zayne is about to lose himself in your warmth, your tight walls feeling as if it's trying to milk every last drop of cum out of him. He shuts his eyes and rapidly thrust his hips, knowing he will not last long. His mouth gaping wide open and his breath is a mess. He's gripping so hard on your hips that for sure you would end up with a bruise the next day. You feel like you are about to have another orgasm as Zayne is so close to his high. 

Outside your apartment building there was a loud screech. And the next thing you know, Rafayel has burst through your door breathing frantically. He watches as you and Zayne climax as he cums inside you, your back arches in such a sexy way as Xavier kisses your neck and pinch your nipples. Zayne pulls out and a large amount of cum comes spilling out. Rafayel looks as if he was about to commit murder, he gritted his teeth and walks towards you as the 2 men have their hands all over you. 

You see Rafayel and you reach both your arms towards him, he instantly melts and grabs hold of you, he looked like he was about to cry. Not sure how it happened, but you managed to turn and push him down on your bed. Rafayel blushed from ear to ear and was shocked at how you still had the strength after the 2 of them fucked your brains out. You were in a drunken state, you looked at him with primal eyes and licked your lips, you straddled him “Take them off.” you demanded as you tug on his trousers. 

His hands rushed to his belt and quickly unbuckled and slipped them off along with his boxers. “Lose the shirt too.” You told him, still straddled on him and your fingers running up the inside of his shirt. Rafayel takes it off and throws it in Xavier's face. Rafayel was trying to back himself up to the center of the mattress as you followed his hips closely. “I want this, now.” You were the hunter and Rafayel was your prey. You grabbed Rafayels’ leaking cock and lined yourself above him. Your hands placed on his chest as you lowered yourself towards him, panting heavily. You could feel his heart beating out his chest. His eyes stare straight into your dilated pupils as he tries his best to catch his breath. 

Xavier and Zayne just sit by your pillow, watching with envious eyes. When your hips finally met his, you pulled yourself all the way till only his tip was inside and you sat back down quickly and forcefully, making both of you moan loudly. You bounce yourself faster and faster on his cock and Rafayel had his head thrown back gasping for air. You were close again and he could feel you getting tighter, “p-princess I-I need mmhgn I need to cum. I'm gonna cum!” He whines and yelps as he grabs your thigh and thrust upwards towards you and you tilt your head back and come as he shoots loads and loads of hot cum inside your core. 

“I need you to do that for me next time darling.” Xavier said as he pouted. “I didn't think you had that in you.” Zayne was so impressed by your lustful desire. You finally collapsed beside Rafayel as you rode out your high. You spent the last of your stamina and your body was super sensitive as you felt the warmth leaking out your core. Rafayel rolls on top of you staring at your fucked out face, he anger as been long replaced by affection, all he could think about is what you just did for him as he start blushing again and lean in to kiss you on your lips. 

Your breath finally slows down and you feel so tired and sore that you can hardly stay awake. The 3 men helped clean you up, changed your sheets as they took turns holding onto you as they put boxers on. By the time they finish cleaning up, you've fallen asleep in Zayne's arms. He places you down on the bed and lays down beside you, brushing your hair behind your ear. You look so adorable and innocent in his arms. Rafayel and Xavier fight for the empty spot next to you as Zayne whispers sweet nothings in your ear to keep you asleep.

@huuvu

hope this is worth the wait... n_n;;

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Growing Pains CH4 (MWC 10, 11, 12!)

Pairing: RE2 Leon Kennedy x Male(Intended) Reader Summary: College AU! Your day is shit but Leon's there to take you out. Words: 3,004/200 Warnings: reader's overstimulated Notes: this chapter was originally supposed to be longer but the first draft sucked so i rewrote everything

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For the entirety of your Sunday morning shift Leon had lingered in a mostly empty corner of the cafe, he sat up at a single-person table with a laptop out, pretending poorly to be hard at work. He looked around the store often and constantly checked the time, obviously very impatient for the day to be finished and so excited he was practically vibrating the store from how hard he was bouncing his knee. You knew he didn't mean to cause you any stress but his very naive puppy-like act pinched some nerves you didn't know you had–or maybe you were just having a bad day. With your head buried deep up in the clouds, you hadnt realized that you fucked up two orders in a row until the customers had come up to angrily complain at you, glaring nastily as you apologized and made them each their correct order and gave it to them for free. Apologizing had left a sour taste in your mouth that grew as you poured the coffee down the drain and tossed the cups into the trash, you had absolutely no idea why you were getting so worked up over something you’ve done a handful of times. 

You barely made it through your next customer without blowing up in their face and as soon as they left you step back from the register and start untying your apron as you head to the back, “I’m goin’ on break.” You don't mean to sound as rough as you did and you don't notice the worried looks Claire and Leon throw your way. You don't pay any attention to her as Claire follows you into the break room and you try to keep the silence between you by pretending like you dont notice her standing in the doorway with her arms crossed, “There’s something wrong with you today.” It's kind of funny, the way she says it and any normal person would take offense but you’ve known Claire for nearly her whole freshman year, so it's a lot easier to tell the difference between her being flat out rude and her just caring too much to baby you. “That so?” You don't look up from your hands, idly shuffling things around and pretending to look busy so she’d hopefully leave. “If you won’t tell me what’s wrong, then you can just go home.” Your brows furrow and you glance up at her confused, “I have an hour left, why would I do that?” She shrugs and lets her hands fall down by her sides, “I dunno…” You instantly recognise the insecure tone in her voice and pull your hands from your locker so you can stand up fully, “I’m just… worried, you’re acting weird.” Your demeanor softens, a weight settles in your stomach as your shoulders drop, you hadn't realized that she’d picked up on your unreasonably sour mood and the fact that it made her upset without you knowing only makes that weight heavier. “I-.” You start to apologize but she cuts you off by shaking her head, “Just…” She struggles to find the right words and looks off to the side, her eyes drifting to the corner of the room, “You don’t have to bottle it up… You’re not alone anymore.” Her words hit you like a bullet straight to the chest, a lump forms in your throat as you remember what you had gone through when you first met Clair. 

It was bad and the knowledge that she noticed and remembered something like that gets your eyes burning, but you swallow the lump in your throat and blink the tears out of your wet eyes as you nod awkwardly, “Yeah. Yeah, I know.” She goes to say something else, her hand reaching out to you but someone rings the bell at the counter and she pauses for a second and looks over at the door, she looks back at you like she’s going to apologize but whoever is at the counter rings the bell again and then keeps ringing it impatiently. She breaks for the front, only slowing down as she rounds the corner and into the dining area to take the customers order. Once she's gone you’re left in relative silence, you sit on a hard plastic chair and lean back, your mind wondering to Clair and how lucky you must’ve been to have met her. Your thoughts keep running as you think about what kind of life she’d lead after college and if she would still be friends with you, or if she’d still be friends with Luis, or Leon. For some reason your thoughts get stuck on Leon, you wonder about his life, his major, what his grades are like but those thoughts are only brief, your brain taking you down a different train of thought. 

You stare off into space as you fidget with your phone, your thoughts unhelpfully reminding you of how flawed you are and how perfect leon seems in comparison to you, you hadn’t realized you started crying until a tear lands on your phone. The interruption pulls you out of your self-deprecating spiral and back into the present moment, you wipe your face quickly and stand to go to the bathroom before Claire or someone else spots you. You lock the bathroom door and lean over the sink, avoiding looking in the mirror, you know your hair is messy, you know you have dark bags under your eyes but you know that looking at yourself will only send you back into your earlier spiral. You scrub your weary face with cold water and pat it down before fixing yourself the best you can and heading out back to the dining area. It got busy fast, you hurriedly tie on your apron to help the next customers in Claire’s long line, a decent chunk of them migrating over to stand in front of your register. 

You’re too busy to notice the grateful look she gives and definitely too busy to notice how Leon’s stopped pretending to work and is now just blatantly staring at you. With the two of you working you get through the wave of customers until there’s only a few stragglers left and a few familiar faces, Luis leans against the counter by Claire looking painfully tired and they chat idly as she makes him his drink, Leon naturally migrating over to the two of his closest friends. You aren't given any time to engage or listen to what their talking about as a brick wall settles in front of you, you look up at the Tyrant, who, after being added to the group chat with everyone including Luis and some girl named Ashley who you’ve never met in person, you learned that the Tyrants real name was Mr. X. you also learned, after a lot of teasing and jokes, that no one knew Mr. X’s full last name nor his first name. “Hi. Welcome to-.” He interrupts you with a wave of his hand and a scoff, “If you can’t remember something as simple as my order then why the hell do you work here?” You will yourself not to gawk, the gall of this guy. You fix your smile that had dropped slightly and tap his order into the register a tiny bit passive-aggressively, “Of course I remember your order, it’s just customary that I-.” He cuts you off again, “I don’t care about the customs of a coffee shop run by children,” He casts a nasty look over at Clair and you have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from getting fired or sued. “Just shut your mouth and make my damn drink.” Your head aches, a dull pounding settles just behind your eyes and you turn around to make his coffee, just wanting to get his order finished so he can leave. 

As you’re putting a fresh pot of coffee on to boil you see the teacher turn to Leon and Claire to ask them how they’re preparing for exams. Claire’s normal strong defiant demeanor falters and Leon just looks scared shitless, he doesn’t attempt to say anything but he doesn't have to as Claire’s already opening her mouth to tell him they had a study group. The coffee is pretty much finished so you turn back to making his drink, keeping their conversation within earshot, something about this guy made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. Once you finish you place the lid on his cup, not bothering to snap it on correctly but he doesn't seem to notice as you hand it over, “Please be careful, our lids haven't been fitting right.” He rolls his eyes at you and tosses down the exact amount and not a cent more. When Mr. X passes Leon on his way out he glares down at him, a frown tugs at your lips as you watch Leon's face twist anxiously. 

When he's out of the shop and the door is shut firmly behind him you hear the trio collectively let out a big breath, you mull over your conversation with him in your head while you shut the drawer and lean your elbows on the counter, your eyes straying out the window just in time to see Mr. X run into a trio of freshmen and spill coffee all down the front of his coat. Before you realize what you’re doing, your arm grows a mind of its own and you knock your fist against Luis’ shoulder, he looks over at you and you point out the window where Mr. X is throwing a temper tantrum about the coffee spilt on his ugly ass coat. Luis snorts, then chokes on his coffee, doubling over in a coughing fit. He nearly misses the counter when he tries to set his cup down but you catch it just in time, using his free hand to point out the window, Claire barks out a loud laugh as she slaps Luis on the back. Your eyes flit over to Leon just in time to see the tension flood out of his shoulders and a small smile tug at the corners of his lips, he senses your gaze on him and he looks over. 

As you make eye contact, butterflies fill your stomach uncomfortably and your face starts to feel hot, you turn back to the register and pretend to look busy as the freshmen wander in, giggling to themselves. You miss the way Leon brightens up but you hear his excited voice loud and clear; “Hey Ashley.” Your head snaps over to them when you hear that name and you look over to see a pretty looking blonde amongst two brunette girls that are leant in close to each other whispering about something and a ravenette who doesn't look like she wants to be here. The ravenette comes up to the counter first, rolling her eyes at her friends as she passes, she looks at the menu for a while as you watch the very friendly interaction between Ashley and Leon with a bitter feeling rising in your throat. The girl in front of you clears her throat and rattles off her order, you tap it into the register while trying to listen in on what Leon’s talking about but it quickly gets very complicated as the girl starts listing off the different types of ingredients and things she wants added to her food. “I’ll go make that.” Claire sing-songs and snatches the note from your hands while she walks to the kitchen Luis trailing after her, you make the ravenette’s drink and tune back into Leon’s disturbing conversation about how Mr. X is very biased and rude, going so far as to give Leon false bad grades. 

“Why haven't you reported him?” As soon as it comes out of your mouth everyone goes quiet, clearly scared of the guy. Leon shrugs and plays with his fingers, “He's scary…” You roll your eyes and toss a crumpled receipt at him, “And he’s going to keep being scary if no one does anything about it.” He watches the receipt bounce off his shoulder and roll onto the counter, he pokes it and then unfolds the paper, fidgeting with it to try to get it completely flat. You watch him as Ashley speaks up, “It's not that easy, i’ve heard that the whole staff is scared of him and that's why he’s still allowed to work here.” She speaks with wide eyes, her two brunette friends nod enthusiastically as the other girl rolls her eyes. “And you believe them? Have you not met the Chancellor?” you say, your gaze flickering back to leon as he doodles on the receipt with a sharpie, your heart squeezes at how cute he it but as soon as that thought passes through your head you force your eyes away, glancing up in time to see Ashley cock her head slightly, “No, who’s the chancellor?” You nod while pulling out your phone to google Albert Wesker, you click on the first picture and show her, the brunette girls leaning in to see too. “Oh, I know him. He comes to the store my dad works at.” When she says that Leon looks up trying to see the picture on your phone, you tilt the screen over to him and he furrows his brows, “He looks familiar, i think…” Ashley must have realized something as she suddenly gets really enthusiastic, she taps Leon's shoulder rapidly until he looks up. 

“He’s the guy that donated all that money to my dad, the one we saw at the party.” Your brows raise at what she said and the unpleasant feeling stirs in your gut again, rising up into your throat like bile. Claire comes back with the black haired girls food and the other girls drift over to her to get their orders in too, once they have the shortest one waves Ashley over to order. “Why’d your dad need money?” You look over at her as she shrugs “I never asked, I just assumed it was for his business…” You’re even more confused, “Business?” The taller brunette girl nods, “Yeah, Ashley’s dad works for a really big tech business. He’s like, really rich.” You nod slowly and look over to Ashley for confirmation but before she can get a word in, the shorter girl pipes in, “Its called DSO but no one knows what it stands for but it's on everyone’s phones, see?” She holds out her phone and sure enough on the back near the bottom left hand corner were the letters DSO. You’d seen a few buildings with those letters before but you’d always assumed it was for something else, not tech stores. “Mine doesn’t.” You don’t pull out your phone but it doesn't seem to matter, both of the brown haired girls look at you weirdly and then at each other, you roll your eyes and shake your head while walking back to your register to see the time, there's about thirty minutes left until it's time for you and Claire to close. 

You busy yourself with wiping down the counter as Claire makes the rest of the girls’ drinks, they thank her and pay before leaving. You watch out of the corner of your eye as Leon and Ashley hug before she leaves to catch up with her friends. You frown down at the counter as you clean it off, “What's got you down, Hermano?” You’re embarrassed at the yelp you let out when Luis sneaks up behind you and sets his hands on your waist. He laughs and pulls his hands off to stand next to you while leaning on the counter, “Where the fuck did you come from?” You slap his arm lightly, your other hand pressed over your fast beating heart. “I went to the bathroom.” He shrugs casually, like he hadn't just tried to kill you. 

You furrow your brows and push him into the direction of the door, “Get out, we’re trying to close.” He holds his hands up in mock surrender as he turns to walk out the door, Leon trailing behind him like a lost puppy. They wait and chat idly by Leons bike as you and Claire close, once everything is done and in order she heads out of the shop first ticking her tips into her pocket as you reset the alarm then lock the door behind you. Claire waves you and Leon goodbye as her and Luis walk in the direction of campus, both of them having classes all afternoon. Leon clears his throat nervously from behind you, he’s holding onto the handlebars of his bike, ready to go. “Where are we going?” You stuff your keys back into your pocket as his cheeks turn red, “Oh uh… I haven't… actually gotten that far… yet…” He explains lamely while scratching the back of his neck, Your heart skips in your chest and you purse your lips trying to fight off the sudden urge to lean in and kiss him. 

“Hm…” You hum thoughtfully and pull your bottom lip into your mouth to chew on it as you think. All you really want to do is go home and relax but you also don't want to leave Leon, the longer you’re around him the more addicting it gets to be around him. “What about a movie?” He perks up and nods, following you when you start heading in the direction of the theater, “What’s even on?” You yawn and stretch your arms over your head, your body feeling stiff, “There's a zombie movie playing.” You see him look over at you from the corner of your eye, you give a thoughtful nod not really thinking about it, all you want to do is sit down and maybe sleep. “What’s it about?” He pauses to think, “I think it's about a cop but that's all I remember seeing about it.”

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[morbid-zombii]

↻ ^. ellie williams/mother!reader headcanons

A/N:: short mothersday post. HAPPY MOTHERS DAY YALLL. also new formatting?!?! uhhjdj i didnt rlly know how to end this but i tried my best... , reader is in place of dina for this, also im super unmotivated & havent written anything tlou related in a HOT minute so im forcing myself to write this in an attempt to fight writersblock‼️

↻ ^. expect to start your day by waking up to the smell of your favorite breakfast filling the air around you, wether it be something super fancy and elaborate like a stack of pancakes drenched in syrup with a side of strawberries, to simple and easy like cereal, she's made it just for you (despite the fact it looks like a tornado ran through the kitchen. dont worry, though!! she'll clean it all up later.)

↻ ^. she'll lead you into the living room where there'll be a boquet of your favorite flowers poised perfectly in a vase on top of the coffee table, as well as a small handmade card signed by her and JJ. (although she had to forge JJ's signature since babies don't exactly know how to work their hands properly.) and sure, the flowers might've been hard to find since flower shops aren't too common given the fact you both live in the countryside and you guys are in the middle of an apocalypse, but the fruity scent the flowers give off, filling the space around you two, as well as the appreciative smile that decorates your face makes it all the more worth it.

↻ ^. she will insist on you resting and relaxing, and of course she's already decided that she will be the one to take care of the baby, as well as all of what would usually be your responsabilities. (dishes, laundry, cooking, etc, etc.) and although you did try to convince her otherwise, she remained firm in her decision. she'll play your favorite songs on the record player for you to listen to while she wakes and readies JJ for the day, though ellie ends up drowning out the sound of the music that wafts through the air, chatting to you about how she appreciates you, and somehow in the process, she also ends up spoiling her plans for how she wants to spend mothers day with you. you weren't dissapointed however, you found it cute how excited she was to spend today with you.

↻ ^. once JJ is dressed, fed, and taken care of (which surprisingly didn't take as long as you thought it would, since ellie isn't as great with kids as you are) it's up to you to decide what to do for the day since she stupidly ruined the surprise. and eventually when it dawns upon you that there's still some unplanted flower seeds in the shed, you land on gardening. after slipping your shoes on and heading out the door with the gardening equipment, you each busy yourselves with digging up soil and placing the unsprouted seeds in the dirt to soon bloom into a beautiful mixture of lillies, dahlias, and sunflowers.

↻ ^. though JJ had barely done any actual gardening—maybe planting one actual flower seed, all thanks to your assistance—he had gotten the dirtiest out of the three of you. even considering the fact he had been given his own pair of miniature gloves to protect him from the dirt, he would take them off every few minutes, fully set on the idea of playing with the dirt with his bare hands and digging up scattered holes with the small shovel that had been handed to him

↻ ^. so with a dirt-covered JJ in ellie's arms, you each head inside to run a hot bath and clean him up. and once that's done, and the bathroom is practically overflowing with water that JJ playfully splashed too much of at you two, ellie finally settles him into his crib for a nap which also serves as an opportunity to spend some uninterupted alone time with you. that alone time is spent by the two of you taking a much needed shower of your own, taking turns and sharing the warm water as it cascades down onto your bare skin. and while you two are in there, ellie is definitely willing to wash you herself if you'd let her, as well as show you just how much she appreciates you.. only if you're up for it, of course.

↻ ^. once you're both done in the shower and dressed in a confortable pair of pajamas, JJ has woken up, so ellie takes him from his crib and settles with you in the living room. you decide to spend whats left in the day eating popcorn, chips, and an assortment of other snacks while binge watching your favorite DVD's, curled up next to eachother, snug under a blanket on the sofa of your living room. each of the movies being ones that you had brought from Jackson before moving to the farm, consisting of fantasy, rom-coms, horror, and superhero movies (ellies personal favorite, of course.).

↻ ^. the day ends as moonlight peeks through the curtains, filling the room with a dim light that casts shadows stretching against the furniture. you and ellie snuggle next to eachother with JJ's body snoring softly right in the middle of both of your soundly asleep figures. you're all comfortably buried under a heap of blankets on the sofa after there's no more movies to watch and the snacks have been either eaten or stored away for later.

[paradiseismine]

Olivia Rodrigo headcanons

Pairing: Olivia Rodrigo x afab!reader

Warnings: lots of fluff and a tiny bit of spice towards the end (still sfw); wlw dynamic

Love note from Nina: ya girl Nina is bisexual af, just like Liv in this headcanon. Hope everyone is able to take something good off this post. I’ll still write for Finnie and other male celebrities/characters, just wanted to do some sapphic stuff on here as well. Enjoy 💕

Fluff 🎀

- Everyone knows it by now: Liv is a romantic girl. She loves handwritten notes, flowers and baking something special for her lover - and you’re getting all of it.

- When you met her, it was clear that there was some instant chemistry going on. She got a bit scared, at first, but melted into your arms soon after. You two were simply drawn to each other.

- If she borrows one your coats or jackets, she’ll always leave small love notes in the pockets for you to find later. Liv adores the idea of you thinking of her and being constantly reminded of her love for you, specially because, due to her busy schedule, she can’t be by your side 24/7 (as much as she’d love to).

- Whenever she has some time off of touring/interviews, she’ll come over to your house and surprise you with a tray of baked goods she prepared for you. She already knows your favorites are her banana bread and her chocolate chip cookies.

- This girl takes cuddles very seriously: there has to be a nice blanket, some scented candles and dim lighting. Liv loves to run her fingers through your hair and caress your face gently.

- She’ll usually start humming or softly singing random love songs to you as well. Usually Taylor Swift songs, ‘cause you both love Taylor.

- She’ll clasp your ears in between her fingers and hold your face gently as she kisses you. Her kisses are usually slow and very sensual, she loves to take her time with you, to enjoy your company and intimacy as much as she can.

- Liv is always super delicate with you. She wasn’t very experienced with girls before she met you, so she always makes sure her nails are short and nicely filed, so you won’t feel any discomfort when she touches you. She wants you to feel nothing but pleasure and love when you two are together.

- Ear nibbles? Her specialty. Prepare to moan her name whilst shaking and squirming whenever she puts her plush lips to your ears. You’re usually so poised, Liv loves knowing her touch has such power over you.

- She’ll roam her hands in an agonizingly slow way along your sides, tracing your figure. Liv loves your body and wants you to feel beautiful and desired at all times.She loves you, you’re her princess and must be treated like such.

- She’s still figuring out a way to come out to her fans, so she can be more blatant about the fact that you’re her girlfriend; but it’ll happen soon, cause she simply can’t fight the urge to hold your hand/put her arm around your waist in public (and maybe steal a smooch here and there).

[sincerely-nines]

Hey,, you lookin' for Jimmy rarepairs? I gotcha (spoken like a shady cars salesman)

Lately I've seen a couple ZombieBird, Cleo and Jimmy - interesting dynamic, maybe not romantic to me, but to each their own

There's also Mumbo x Jimmy, two fumble jumbles y'know, but not that popular or seen often

I don't know if I've ever seen it, but I think Jimmy x Etho would be an interesting pair - their energies are just kinda so different yet wĥen combined I feel like it could make for somethin real wacky

There's also a shocking lack of Jimmy x Joey or Jimmy x Oli from what I've seen! Silly guys, the lot, I think it'd be fun

interesting! I love the range. I've seen a bit of cleo and jimmy in passing, as well as jimmy and etho (ive drawn for them once) but I haven't seen much anything for the rest :o. honestly i think any pair jimmy is in is going to be a little silly and fun so i wanted to know what rare pairings people had in mind. and maybe i just wanted to give them crumbs who knows i cant promise anything but i am actively trying to find the time (i love feeding the people ❤️)

[iknowwhereyousnoozeatnight]

if ur still doing requests pls rem if not das all g

she’s chrysanthemum-coded to me <3

close-ups ig