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Always back to you - Chp.5

Pairing: single!dad!Minho x male!Reader (Chanlix | OT8

Word Count: 6696

Summary: Just as everything seems to go well a call from the past messes with Minho's mind. His ex is set on getting her son back, ready to destroy everything you've built.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, date night, yejun's a bitch

A/N: Thank you for all the love so far for little Minjun and his family🤭🖤

PART FOUR | PART SIX

Minho stretches his tired body, glancing over at you in the corner of the room. You're currently taking some calls to sort out Chan's upcoming schedules, and he can't bite back a small smile while watching you. After your fight, Chan made you stay by making you responsible for his own schedule and wanting to keep you around.

They're taking a short break from practice, and Minho is glad to rest his body for a bit. He glances around the room and frowns as he can't find Minjun and his current assistant. “Y/nnie?” he asks gently as you end your call. “Where's our boy?”

“O-Our-,” you stammer, eyes widening at him.

The silence that follows is loud. Around the room, heads turn, the abrupt outburst of movement marking a collective interest in the unfolding drama, or rather, the slip of the tongue that Minho just let loose. The members, more or less familiar with the private dynamics slowly simmering between you and Minho, can hardly contain their amusement.

"Did Minho just say 'our boy'?" Jisung repeats, his voice teasing as he nudges Chan with his elbow, a knowing grin spreading across his face.

Chan doesn’t miss a beat. “Yeah, Minho, since when did Y/nnie and you start sharing custody?” he chimes in, laughter tinting his voice as he looks over at you both, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Minho, usually so composed, feels a warm flush spreading up his neck, coloring his cheeks as he meets your startled gaze. He hadn’t even realized what he'd said until it was echoed back to him, and now, caught in the playful teasing of his friends, he finds himself grappling for a response.

"I just meant—" Minho starts, trying to backpedal, but Felix cuts him off, practically bouncing in his seat with delight.

"Aww, look at him! He’s embarrassed! Minho hyung, it’s cute, really. Embrace the family vibes!" Felix teases, his voice light and teasing.

You, still slightly flustered by Minho’s unexpected inclusivity, try to regain your composure. "Minjun is just with Hyejin," you manage to say, redirecting the conversation to the young boy's whereabouts. They went somewhere else to play. He should be nearby."

Yet, the teasing doesn’t stop there. Throughout the rest of the break, the members throw in casual jokes about family planning and shared parenting. Their banter is light but pointed, a humorous acknowledgment of the evolving relationship dynamics within their circle.

As the laughter and jokes continue, Minho finds himself looking over at you, and something about your shy smile, the way you're trying to hide your own amusement, settles the warmth in him more firmly. It's a reassurance, a silent acknowledgment that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t misspeak after all.

As practice resumes and the members scatter back to their positions, Minho pulls you aside for a quick, private word, his expression earnest. "Hey, about earlier," he begins, his tone soft, apologetic. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It just... came out."

You shake your head, dismissing his concern with a gentle smile. "It’s okay, Minho. Really, it was sweet," you assure him, your voice just as soft. "I guess it’s just a bit new to me, but not unwelcome."

Minho’s eyes search yours, looking for any sign of discomfort. Finding none, he allows himself a small, relieved smile. "It felt right," he admits. You already feel like family, you know?”

The word 'family' hangs between you, a weighty yet comforting promise of what’s slowly knitting together.

"Thank you, Minho," you reply, your heart light, warmed by the sincerity of the moment. "That means a lot to me. I'll go check on him, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nods, watching you leave.

As soon as you leave, Changbin asks, “Do you know Minjun's new nickname for Y/nnie?”

“Huh?” Minho frowns at him, grabbing his bottle of water.

“He called him his new mum,” he laughs, and Minho's blush deepens. “He also said you're like Lix and Chan hyung.”

“Oh, you can't tell only half of the story,” Jisung protests. He added, “He said you're kissing like Chan and Lix.”

Minho chokes on his water, tears shooting to his eyes as he coughs. Seungmin pats his back forcefully and starts laughing at him. “He what?” he wheezes, trying to catch his breath.

“Yeah, he even showed Chan hyung that it's not on the cheek but on the lips,” Changbin snickers.

Minho blushes furiously before dropping back onto the floor with a groan. “Well, he's not lying,” he says, and his friends start laughing. Minho inhales shakily, keeping his eyes on the floor. “I still don't know if it's a good idea. I don't want to pull him into the public aspect of my life. I'm also not quite sure if I'm what he needs,” he admits, and they all grow quiet again. “There's a lot of bullshit in the back of my mind about what happened with Yejun. I don't feel like I'm enough for Minjun either.”

“Does it feel right being with Y/nnie, though? If everything else wouldn't matter for a second…does it?” Felix asks gently.

“It does,” he nods.

“Maybe being with Y/n would help your insecurities regarding Minjun,” Hyunjin reminds him.

“You wouldn't be the only parent he has then..sort of,” Jeongin agrees.

Minho hums agreeingly and is about to answer when the door opens. He doesn't have to turn around to identify the small steps echoing on the floor. Minjun closes the distance between them and crawls into his lap, hiding his face in his shirt. Minho frowns and wraps his arms around him as he feels him tremble. “Baby, what's wrong?” he asks worriedly.

“Hyejin is mean,” he sniffles. Chan looks up and frowns at Minho.

“Mean?” he asks confused. “Did she say something bad?” Chan asks him gently.

“She said shut up,” Minjun answers, looking at him with teary eyes. “I just showed her my drawing.”

Minho's heart sinks at how timid he sounds. He cuddles him close and kisses his head. “It's okay, baby. Do you want to show me instead?” he asks soothingly, and Minjun nods.

“I'll handle it,” Chan promises and gets up quickly.

“Where's your drawing, mate?” Felix asks encouragingly, and Minjun gets up, wiping his cheeks with his sleeve.

Chan leans against the wall in the elevator, watching you cautiously. You two just got back from handling the situation with Minho’s new assistant, who seems hopelessly overwhelmed by taking care of Minjun. “You love him, don't you?” he asks.

“Minjun?” you ask.

“No, Min,” he chuckles softly. You remain silent for a moment, almost squirming under Chan's observant gaze. “Do you love him?”

“Why?” you ask quietly. “Would that be an issue?”

Chan tilts his head at you. “As long as you don't hurt him, there's absolutely no issue. I'm just asking because he means a lot to us. Minjun does, too. Minho has been hurt very badly before, and I won't let that happen again.”

“I know; he's scared of getting hurt again,” you nod gently and fidget with your hands. “I do love him. Minjun and he mean a lot to me, and I have no intention of hurting either of them.”

“Okay,” Chan nods gently. “Minjun called you his new mum,” he smirked, and you bit back a laugh.

“Sounds like him,” you giggle. “Really, Chan, I don't want to be a distraction or anything. I know that's probably easier with you and Felix, but-.”

Chan giggles softly and shakes his head. “Since we're both part of the group, every argument carries a certain risk. I think you being with them takes a lot off Minho's shoulders with Minjun.” He shoves his hands into his pockets and nods gently. “I'll be there if you need anything. I'd rather have you two get some help than get into another argument that lasts for weeks. He doesn't do well with conflict,” he laughs.

“Me neither,” you laugh.

“And you're sure you want to take over organizing both of our schedules? With Minjun?” he asks gently.

“Oh, Minho's schedule can be done whenever he's available. Minjun doesn't feel like a job, and the older he gets, the less he'll be around the whole day,” you chuckle softly. “Also, let's not get ahead of ourselves; Minho and I haven't named our situation yet.”

Chan hums softly. “If it takes too long, let me know,” he smirks, leading you back to the practice room.

Minjun is sitting on Felix's lap as you enter the room, his drawings spread out on the floor with the others inspecting them closely. He explains them in detail, amusing everyone present with his sweet way to do so. Minho watches him fondly, and looking at him you realize that this soft side of him made him stand out to you in the first place. Chan takes his place next to Felix, hand resting on his thigh naturally as he joins the discussion of Minjun's masterpiece. Minho reaches for your hand, pulling you into his lap and resting his head on your shoulder. You're a little surprised by the sudden display of affection here with the others, but the knowing smiles tell you that not only Chan knows. “What happened with Minjun?” he asks quietly.

“Hyejin yelled at him. She didn't realize that being your assistant comes with taking care of Minjun properly. She had already refused to play with him, so he told her about his toys and drawings because he was bored, which annoyed her.

“Told you your replacement is shit,” he says quietly enough for only you to hear.

“Idiot,” you chuckle fondly, smiling as he intertwines your hands. “Well, I'm officially your assistant again. I won't let anyone treat Minjun like that.”

Minho's hold on you tightens. “That's why I trust you with him.” You squeeze his hands lovingly, leaning back against him.

Minho giggles stupidly as he watches you stitch up the back of Leebit’s head. You've just spent a while trying to figure out a way to include some of his cologne in the plushie to make it smell like him for Minjun, much to his amusement.

“You're so easily entertained sometimes,” you roll your eyes at him fondly. Minho circles the table, steps behind you, and wraps his arms around your waist.

“You're amusing to watch sometimes,” he gives back, kissing your cheek. “But adorable.”

“Well, thanks. Not my fault your son is so attached to you,” you tease him gently, smiling as he runs his hands down your thighs, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Hey, how is the sheer amount of love my son has for me my fault, huh?” he asks, gently squeezing your thighs. “It's not like I'd get what's so special,” he snorts.

“You're his father, and compared to some other people we won't name here, you're actually there,” you say, and Minho bites back a laugh. You shake your head, focusing on the stitching, though the warmth of Minho's presence makes it hard to concentrate. "I think you underestimate your charm, Minho."

"I could say the same about you," he whispers back, his voice low and affectionate.

As you finish up with Leebit, Minho gently takes it from you, examining your work with an appreciative eye. "Perfect. He won't even notice the fix. You're amazing, Y/nnie."

The praise, sincere and simple, stirs something deep within you, and you find yourself turning to face him, his hands still circled around your waist. "I just don't want him to feel so alone whenever you're gone," you say.

Minho nods, his gaze softening. "You're so sweet. Don't you ever leave us, dear."

"Even when it gets complicated?" you ask, needing to hear his answer. You haven’t been this close to someone in ages, and you know Minho is a lot further than you in a few areas, but his prior hurt can’t be disregarded.

"Especially then," Minho affirms, his thumb tracing circles on your hip. "We're in this together, right?"

"Right," you agree, leaning in to kiss him—a sweet, affirming connection that promises more than words could.

The ring of Minho’s phone cuts through the quiet of his living room. Glancing at the caller ID, his stomach tightens uncomfortably; Yejun’s name flashes across the screen, bringing with it a cascade of unwelcome emotions.

He hesitates for a moment before picking up. “Yejun.”

“Minho,” her voice comes through, falsely cheerful. “I’ve been thinking a lot about Minjun. I want to take him to the U.S. with me for a while. Just a trip. It could be good for him.”

Minho’s grip on the phone tightens, his other hand balling into a fist at his side. Did she already forget the debacle from last time? “Yejun, we’ve talked about this. Minjun doesn’t want that. Not without me.”

There’s a pause, and when she speaks again, her tone has cooled significantly. “You just don’t want to let me have him,” she says.

“That’s not it,” Minho replies, struggling to keep his voice even. “It’s about what he needs. And right now, he needs stability, something you walking in and out of his life doesn’t provide. Especially not after last time.”

Yejun’s laugh is sharp, biting. “Oh, now you’re the perfect father, huh? Wasn’t so perfect when we were married. Always away, always working. You were a shit husband, Minho.”

The words sting more than Minho likes to admit. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath and reminding himself that his being away often hadn’t been the core issue. “I was not perfect,” he continues, the weight of their failed marriage always a tender wound. “And I am sorry for my part in what happened between us. But this isn’t about us, Yejun. It’s about Minjun.”

Silence stretches on the other end before Yejun’s voice cracks through, icy and menacing. “You’re keeping my son from me, Minho. You might fool everyone else with your doting father act, but I know the truth. I know who you really are.”

“You don't know shit, Yejun,” he says firmly. “You haven't been there for the past four years. Don't act like you know anything about me and my relationship with Minjun.”

“It doesn't matter if it's true or not if someone else believes me,” she says lowly.

Minho feels a chill run down his spine. “Yejun, please. Let’s not do this. If you want to see Minjun, you can visit here and spend time with him where he’s comfortable. That’s fair, isn’t it?”

“Fair?” Yejun spits the word out like it tastes bitter. “You expect me just to accept scraps of time with my own son? You’ve turned him against me, Minho.”

“That’s not true. Minjun is old enough to know what he wants. And right now, he doesn’t want to go with you,” Minho insists, his voice firm. “He’s happy here, with his life here.”

There’s a venomous pause before Yejun’s voice lowers, a dark promise threading through her words. “You may have won this little round, Minho, but this isn’t over. I will have my son back. And I’ll destroy your life if I have to for taking him away from me. I’ll make you pay yourself stupid once I take him back in.”

“You chose to go away. You handed over full custody to me; technically, I could make sure you never see him again, which I don't because that's bullshit. But don't twist things,” Minho’s heart races with a mix of anger and fear—anger at her threats and fear of what she might be capable of. “Yejun, don’t do this. Don’t make threats. Let’s try to handle this like adults, for Minjun’s sake.”

Yejun’s laugh is cold, devoid of any real humor. “Oh, honey. This is just the beginning. I left because I had to, not because I wanted to. You made our life impossible. Remember that.”

With a click, she hangs up, leaving Minho staring at his phone, her words echoing in his head. He slumps back into the sofa, the weight of the call settling over him like a heavy blanket.

After a few moments of stunned silence, he stands, pacing the living room. The threat Yejun posed was not just to his tranquility but to Minjun’s well-being. He knew he couldn’t take her words lightly. Yejun was unpredictable, and if her past actions were any indication, she was capable of following through on her threats.

He needed to be proactive. First, he would need to talk to his legal team about securing his custody of Minjun, ensuring that Yejun couldn’t just take him without consent. Then, he would need to sit down with Minjun and prepare him, just in case Yejun tried to contact him directly.

By the time you arrive back home with Minjun, he is mentally exhausted but knows the day is far from over.

Minjun greets him with a smile and runs into his arms the moment he reaches him. “Daddy! I'm home!”

Minho hugs him tightly, lifting him up and spinning him around, Minjun’s laughter a balm to his frayed nerves. Setting him down, he kneels before him, looking into his son’s eyes. “Buddy, we need to talk about something important,” he begins, his voice soft but serious.

Minjun’s face sobers, sensing the gravity in his father’s tone. “Is everything okay, Daddy?”

“Everything’s going to be okay,” Minho reassures, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “We just have some things to sort out, you and I. But no matter what, we’re together in this. Okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” Minjun nods, trust shining in his eyes.

As you sit down together, Minho’s heart swells with love for his son. No matter what Yejun threatened, he would protect Minjun and ensure his happiness. They were a team, and together, they could face anything - even this.

Minho fills you in quietly later as Minjun is playing on the carpet not far from you. Your heart sinks at her threats, and you almost feel sorry for her twisted view of what happened. That couldn't be healthy.

Minho’s sleep is uneasy, his dreams filled with vague, unsettling images. He awakes with a start to the intrusive buzzing of his phone. He reaches out groggily, the glow from the screen harsh against the dim light of early morning. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Minho’s gaze settles on a flood of notifications—missed calls, texts, and several urgent notifications from various news apps.

As he scrolls through them, a cold knot forms in his stomach. Each message seems to echo the same shocking revelation: “Yejun reveals Minho is dating his son’s babysitter!” and “Questions arise over Minho’s capabilities as a parent!” His heart pounds as he reads snippets of articles, each one painting him in an increasingly unfavorable light.

Beside him, you stir, your brow furrowing in sleep. Minho’s first instinct is to protect you from the storm that is about to break. He slips out of bed, his mind racing as he tries to process the information. How had things spiraled out of control so quickly? He knew Yejun was bitter about their past, but to go this far was something he hadn't anticipated.

He paces the room, his phone almost slipping from his sweaty palm as he tries to call Chan, his first person to turn to when his public life's falling apart. Chan had a way of handling these situations that made him feel safe. After several rings, a groggy voice answers.

“Min? It’s...what time is it?” Chan sounds disoriented, but he snaps to attention as soon as Minho begins to speak.

“I'm sorry for waking you, Channie hyung,” he says quietly, feeling a little guilty for disrupting his already fucked sleep schedule.

Chan sits up at the timid sound of his voice. Minho doesn't call him ‘Channie hyung’ often; It's usually when he's feeling anxious or very thankful about something. He doubts it's the latter. “Minnie, what's wrong?” he asks gently, slipping out of bed to let Felix keep sleeping.

“Channie, it’s all over the news. Yejun... she told them about Y/nnie and me. She said I can’t take care of Minjun properly. It’s a mess,” Minho’s voice is a mix of anger and desperation.

“What?!” Chan’s voice suddenly becomes sharp and angry. “She did what? Hold on, I’m checking this now.”

Silence fills the line for a few moments before Chan speaks again, his voice icy. “I see it. This is bullshit, Minho. She’s crossed a line. I’m calling the PR team. We need to handle this swiftly.”

“Thanks, hyung. I...I don’t know what to do,” Minho confesses, running a hand through his hair. His heart feels like it is being squeezed in his chest, the anxiety making it hard to breathe.

“Just stay put and try to keep calm. I’ll handle the media part. You just... make sure Y/nnie is okay. He's going to be dragged into this mess too,” Chan advises, his voice calm, but Minho can hear the underlying strain.

Minho nods, though Chan can’t see it. “Yeah, I’ll talk to him. Thanks, Channie, seriously.”

“Always, mate. We’re in this together,” Chan reassures him before hanging up.

Minho slipped out of the house quietly soon after, relieved that Minjun and you were still peacefully asleep. He needs to clear his head to handle everything calmly, and Chan will be busy for a while now.

Minho steps into the practice room and stretches his tired body, warming up. He turns on the music a little more quietly than usual and closes his eyes, taking deep breaths as he prepares his body for the usual strain of dancing.

He grabs his phone after a while and swallows hard. It isn't just the messages or missed calls—it's headlines, the kind that blur the lines between personal and public in the most invasive ways. “Stray Kids’ Minho’s Ex-Wife Claims Neglect—Says He’s Too Busy Dating Babysitter to Care for Son.” The words are crafted to scandalize, and they do their job perfectly.

The news is spreading fast, and with each passing minute, the narrative is slipping further from his control. Yejun had not only threatened him in private but also taken her grievances to the most public domain possible. The implications were catastrophic, affecting not just him but also Minjun and you, who had been nothing but supportive and loving towards both him and his son.

Minho gets lost in their newest choreo, moving his body precisely to the music, and tries to stop thinking about it for a while. Chan finds him there about an hour later, turning the music off as the song ends. “Thought I'd find you here.”

Minho pants softly and grabs the towel Chan holds out for him, wiping his face. “Needed to clear my head.”

The room is silent, heavy with unsaid words, until Chan finally speaks, his voice tight with anger and concern. “This is messed up, Min. She can’t just throw you to the wolves like this.”

Minho sighs, rubbing his temples. “I know, but she’s doing it anyway. She’s making it all public and dragging Y/n into it, too. It’s getting out of hand, and I’m worried about what this is doing to Minjun.”

Chan’s jaw clenches, and his protectiveness over his friend is evident. “We’ll fix this, okay? I talked to the PR team to see how we can counteract these claims. And I’m here, whatever you need.”

Minho looks up, startled as the door opens and Felix steps inside, followed by the rest of their closest friends. “Sorry, we're a little late.”

They all gather on the floor next to Minho and Chan, reassuringly patting his back as they do. “Let's deal with this bitch once and for all,” Jisung says firmly, feeling the need to protect little Minjun from this mess.

“Is there anything we can do to help?” Seungmin asks, glancing at Chan questioningly.

“Everyone of us will publish a statement; I already talked that through. Minho shouldn't have any issues proving he's the one worthy of custody in case she snaps and takes him to court. Hyunjin, Innie, you have an interview coming up; be prepared for dumb questions.”

“I'll make them look stupid instead,” Hyunjin grins, pulling a weak laugh from Minho.

“Have you talked to your parents yet?” Jeongin asks Minho, who shakes his head.

“I forgot about that,” he admits, already searching for his phone.

“Might be a good idea to clear things up with them first,” Changbin agrees.

“Whatever happens, we have your back,” Felix promises.

“Thank you guys, really. Just…if you find ways to ease Y/nnie with this, I'd be grateful. He's not exactly prepared for the public’s shit as we are.”

“Of course,” Chan assures him. “Now go call your parents.”

The support is reassuring, but the problem looms large and unyielding. As the day progresses, you come to find Minho, your expression fraught with worry. Seeing you so distressed adds another layer of guilt to Minho’s already heavy conscience.

“Hey,” he says softly as you hand over Minjun to Jisung, who leaves you some space.

“Hey,” you echo, swallowing hard. “Minho, maybe I should just leave,” you suggest hesitantly, the words paining you even as they leave your lips. “If I’m not around, she won’t have another reason to attack you like this.”

Minho looks up sharply, his eyes locking with yours. “Y/n, no. Leaving won’t fix this. It’s not your presence that’s the problem—it’s Yejun. And I’m not going to let her chase you away. You mean too much to me, to Minjun.”

Your eyes fill with tears, touched by his words but still shaken by the rapid unraveling of your quiet life. “But Minho, this is getting so big. What if it affects Minjun more than it already has? What if your career—”

He shakes his head, hands finding yours. “Look, whatever happens, we face it together. Yejun is trying to isolate us and make us feel weak by dividing us. I won’t let her. I love you, Y/nnie, and I need you to know that.”

The affirmation, so heartfelt and desperate, breaks through your resolve to distance yourself. You nod, squeezing his hands back, finding strength in his conviction.

“We’ll deal with this,” Minho continues, his voice firm despite the chaos around you. “I’ll talk to the lawyers, and see what legal avenues we have to protect ourselves and Minjun. And Chan is right—we’ll work with the PR team to set the record straight.”

True to his word, Minho arranged meetings with his legal team, and together with the public relations department, they began crafting a response that would address the allegations head-on. Chan was a constant presence, offering both strategic advice and moral support, and his friendship was a steady force in the tumult.

As the week progressed, strategies were implemented. The company issued a statement denouncing the unfounded accusations and highlighting Minho’s dedication as a father, accompanied by testimonials from colleagues and friends outside the group who vouched for his character and his role in Minjun’s life.

Yet, despite the countermeasures, the shadow of the scandal lingered. The press was relentless, and the public's appetite for celebrity drama was insatiable. Minho found himself scrutinizing every decision and every interaction with Minjun and you, aware that the eyes of the world were now critically watching.

Minho asked you to move in with them so it'd be easier for him to keep you safe. It didn't change much for you since you've been staying over a lot already and barely went back home. So, of course, you said yes.

Two months later

Felix's birthday is just around the corner, and you're almost a little surprised when he comes to you to invite you all. He giggles at your stunned look and tilts his head at you. “You look like you've seen a ghost.”

“I'm just…did you ask Min?” you ask nervously.

“No,” Felix shakes his head. “He's busy right now, and I'm inviting you as you are part of his and, therefore, our family.”

“Oh,” you nod gently, a shy smile covering your lips. “Sure, I'd love to be there,” you nod. “I bet Minjun would love it as well, and Minho will surely be there.”

“Lovely,” he smiles and gives you a gentle hug.

Minho later walks in, Minjun sitting on his shoulders with a wide grin. “Y/nnie!” Minjun shouts and waves at you. “Look, I'm tall!”

“Oh yeah, you're really tall now, buddy!” you assure him.

Minho giggles softly, stopping in front of you and greeting you with a soft kiss. “Hey there,” he says fondly.

“Hey,” you smile back at him. “Ready to go home?” you ask, and Minho hums softly.

“Minjun is staying over at Chan and Felix's tonight,” he says, and you frown at him, surprised.

“The whole night?” you ask, and Minho hums agreeing. Over the past two months, you've been letting Minjun stay with all of the boys for a few hours each. It helped him grow less dependent on Minho, and he became more confident about staying somewhere else for a while. Minjun seemed happy, and Minho was more than glad. It allowed you all to grow together. “What's the occasion?” you ask curiously. Chan and Felix had been the ones Minjun loved staying with a lot. Chan once told Minho how much Felix loved having him around, and so the two of them made sure their boyfriend and son got what they loved.

“Maybe I just want to take you out for dinner without having to glance at the time,” he smiles softly, letting Minjun down as he spots his beloved ‘Changnin’. Minho’s hands find your waist, eyes growing soft the longer he looks at you. “Maybe I want to kiss you stupid after without worrying about a certain someone bursting in and going ‘eww’.”

You giggle softly at the memory of Minjun catching Minho kissing you a little more passionately than he'd do in front of him. “Sounds lovely,” you chuckle.

Minho hums gently, searching your eyes as if he doesn't know if he should keep talking or not. “Maybe…Maybe I'd be ready to take the next step,” he says, and your eyes widen. “No pressure or anything, though. Just..if it feels right if we're both comfortable tonight…I think I'm ready.”

You can't bite back the giddy smile covering your lips. Over the months you've been with Minho, you have never gone much further than kissing. He once covered your neck with loving little bites, but you didn't get much further with Minjun, only a few doors further. You've been able to tell how Minho grew a little impatient every time things were developing into something more, but there was simply no chance you two could take the time you'd need for your first time together with a child around the house. “You're sure?” you ask gently, and Minho nods.

“I'm sure, my love,” he says sweetly, making your stomach flutter already.

“I love you, Min,” you whisper, watching his eyes sparkle with joy.

“I love you too, Y/nnie,” he says softly. “Come on, let's make sure Minjun is with Chan and Felix,” Minho suggests with a playful nudge, guiding you toward them.

Felix is already fooling around with Minjun, and Chan is watching them fondly. “Are you ready to go?” Chan asks as you reach them.

“Yeah, everything is done,” Minho nods, smirking at Minjun. “Are you ready to stay with Lix and Channie?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Minjun nods happily, and Minho crouches down in front of him.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow, yeah? Uncle Channie will take you to the studio with him if you want to,” he tells him, gently squeezing his little hands. “Be good, yeah? No discussions about bedtime either, baby.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Minjun nods eagerly and tightly hugs him goodbye. “I love you,” he says softly.

“I love you too, dumpling,” Minho smiles and kisses his cheek, gently brushing back his curls.

You gently rest your hand on his shoulder, silently reminding him to let go of him. It’s also the first night for Minho without his boy since Yejun left. Minho does, and Minjun’s hugging you goodbye tightly. Chan chuckles softly, noticing Minho’s worried frown. “I’ll return him intact, I promise,” he winks at him, and Minho relaxes with a chuckle.

Felix lifts up Minjun, smiling reassuringly at Minho. “We’ll take good care of him,” he tells him.

“I know,” he assures them gently. “Just new for me as well,” he laughs, gently poking Minjun’s cheek. “Be good, yeah?”

“You too,” he says, making everyone giggle.

Minho rolls his eyes fondly, winking at him. “Yeah, okay.” His hand finds yours as they leave, and you squeeze it softly. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but he’s growing up way too fast,” he chuckles with a soft sigh.

“Mhm, yeah, I can’t believe you saying this either,” you snort teasingly.

“Shut up, will you?” he laughs, gently shoving your side. “Alright, let’s go,” he gives himself a push.

The two of you reach his car outside the building. As you both settle in, a sense of nervous excitement fills the air - a mixture of anticipation for the evening ahead and the deep emotional connection that has grown between you two.

Back at home, the two of you get ready, and you let Minho match your outfits since he has a way better eye for what’s needed in public. You barely got used to people taking pictures of him when you were only his assistant, but now you had to excel yourself as his boyfriend. Minho does his best to make you feel comfortable and look presentable for pictures whenever you’re out together. Once he’s done, he hums to himself happily, smacking your butt lovingly. Typical.

The drive is quiet but comfortable, filled with shared glances and soft smiles, each exchange weaving a deeper layer of intimacy. As you arrive at the restaurant, Minho’s hand finds yours, his grip reassuring and warm. You soon blend out the people around you, focusing on him only. This isn’t very hard to do because something about Minho caught your attention long before you started dating.

Minho is more relaxed lately now that the whole mess with Yejun is settled. All of his friends repeatedly spoke out for him, and two weeks ago, Minho attended a press conference dealing with the matter. You know that hadn’t been easy for him, but he had been rather open and honest, making sure all the rumors were addressed and settled. He also made sure to clarify that you’ve been working for him for years, slowly taking more and more care of Minjun and growing closer with him in the process. She did her best to take him back to court, but looking at the circumstances, it only benefited Minho, who refused all of the payments she’d have to make for dragging his name through dirt and spreading lies.

After dinner, Minho suggests a walk, and you wander through a nearby park adorned with twinkling lights and soft shadows. You stop beneath a street lantern, its soft glow painting the scene in an almost magical light. Minho turns to you, his eyes reflecting the twinkling lights, his face etched with tenderness.

“Y/nnie,” he begins, his voice a whisper of emotion. “Being with you has made me happier than I’ve been in a long time. I feel like I can finally breathe like I’m more myself than I’ve ever been.” You listen, your heart swelling with each word, the sincerity in his voice anchoring the swirling emotions inside you. “And I want to share everything with you. Not just the dinners or the walks, or the laughs we have with Minjun. I want to share all the moments, even those we’ve yet to live,” he continues, his hand reaching up to gently caress your cheek. “I love you so much, and I’ll be there as long as you let me.”

The emotional weight of his words pulls you closer, and you find your lips meeting in a kiss that speaks volumes. It’s tender at first, explorative, and as if each of you is memorizing the feel of the other. The kiss deepens; it grows more passionate, fueled by the months of growing love and restrained desire.

Minho’s arms wrap around you, pulling you closer. His hands trace the lines of your back, pressing you into his warmth. You respond in kind, weaving your hands into his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until it’s all that exists in the world - the two of you, beneath the warm lights, lost in each other.

Eventually, the need for air forces you apart, but only slightly. Foreheads pressed together, breathing mingled, you share a quiet laugh - a moment of pure happiness and mutual understanding.

“Let’s go home?” you ask gently, and he hums in response.

The walk back to the car is filled with easy silence, which is comfortable and reassuring. Once home, Minho leads you to your bedroom, his hand steady in yours, a silent promise of what’s to come - a night of exploring, of loving, of affirming the feelings that have been simmering beneath the surface for so long. His lips entangle yours in a passionate kiss as he silently closes the door behind you. The back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress, and you both drop down into it. Minho hovers over you, eyes filled with nothing but pure adoration and love. He’s bracing himself next to your head, caging your legs in with his knees, and leans down, capturing your lips in another fierce kiss. His body moves on its own, searching yours, and the minute your hands find his hips, he lowers himself onto his elbows, closing the distance between your bodies. “Shit,” he mutters against your lips as you arch into him.

You reach down, testing the waters and palming him through his pants. Minho’s hips stutter, a soft moan leaving him, head dropping against your shoulder. “Minho?” you ask softly, noticing how desperately his body reacts to your every touch without him even fully realizing it. “When was the last time you had some time for yourself…like this?”

Minho laughs, planting a row of gentle kisses against your neck. “My sweet love, you have no idea,” he chuckles. “Remember that clingy kid of mine?” he asks, making you laugh as well.

“Right,” you giggle and kiss his cheek.

“Just tell me what you need, love; I’ll do it,” Minho promises gently, smiling down at you fondly. “We have time.”

Minho’s whispered promise lingers in the air, the warmth of his smile making your heart flutter. The room feels isolated from the world, a private sanctuary where the past complexities and external pressures fade into the background. Here, it’s just the two of you, bound by an intimacy that has deepened with each shared struggle and joy.

You guide his hand beneath your shirt, letting him explore your bare skin. Your breath hitches as he follows your silent directions with attentive care. Minho’s touch is skilled, a perfect blend of tender and assured, driven by his desire to bring you comfort and pleasure. His eyes never leave yours, seeking confirmation and encouragement, his own desire mirrored in the deepening blush of your cheeks.

“Is this okay?” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. His fingertips trace patterns along the waistband of your trousers that leave you breathless.

“More than okay,” you manage to reply, your voice a whisper caught between sighs. The room fills with the sound of your intertwined breaths, a testament to the closeness that both of you cherish.

Minho’s movements become more purposeful. His free hand cradles your face, his thumb caressing your jawline as he watches the effects of his actions reflected in your expressions. The world narrows down to the shifting shadows cast by the dim light, the soft bedding beneath you, and the man who has come to mean so much. He has barely touched you and you’re already melting into a puddle. How the hell would you survive this?

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evangelic-echo · 3 days

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ℭ𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔞𝔩 𝔓𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱

Part 4: Part 3:<

“If there was one thing I learned about your father, is that he had the worst work ethic I’ve ever seen.”

“You knew my Dad?”

“Mhm, always trying to slither his way out of doing the work the elders gave him, it was only ever when he personally wanted to work towards something that he’d put quite the effort.”

Charlie looked down at the floor, looking as though she was deep in thought after hearing your words. You wondered if possibly you had offended her, talking about lucifer in such a way.

“Sorry, but my Dad’s busy at the moment. Y’know, being the King of Hell and what not.. He asked me to attend to the meeting instead.”

You looked down, following Charlie’s gaze to see her fidgeting with her fingers under the table. Due to her reluctancy, you could sense something was up. Did Lucifer drop out of the meeting to avoid you? Did he even know you were the one attending? You couldn't imagine that after so many years he'd try to simply avoid you like that, and instead send over his daughter to pick up the work for him. If you could easily get over what happened so many eons ago so should he. Despite Charlie's hesitance, you made it clear you were being stubborn on the matter.

"Buut he is staying over at the Hotel for now, if you came over he would surely be there."

Walking through the portal you made, both you and the princess found yourselves in the hotel. Once entering, rich, crimson walls envelop all around you as the crystal chandelier above with gold fittings hang from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden light that complements the rich red tones. The chandelier not only being used as a light source, but a decorative central piece of the lobby. Before you stood the reception desk, possibly crafted from dark mahogany wood with a crimson leather inlay and gold detailing. Behind the desk, a large, backlit panel showcases an exquisite piece of art in gold, depicting a serene landscape that contrasts beautifully with the vibrant red surroundings. One artwork that particularly caught your eye was a portrait of the newly ascended sinner you had just met merely yesterday afternoon, you took down a mental note to ask Charlie about it later.

To the left of the room was occupied with an elegant bar made with the same details as the front desk, a rich, dark mahogany counter that boasts a glossy finish. The front of the bar is adorned with crimson leather panels while the barstools are high and plush, upholstered in deep crimson velvet with a golden trim. The bar lights shone the same warm toned light as the main chandelier, keeping that same warm and inviting glow over that casted down at the bar and the shelves behind it that were lined with different kinds of spirits, wines, and liquors. While observing the intricate designs of the room, you didn't notice until that it had a couple demons occupied at the bar, one behind the bar while there was two sat before him. You only noticed when you had all three of them completely gawking at you, making you feel really awkward and uncomfortable.

"Wow Charlie, this place looks stunning. Even with magic I can't believe you built all this in a day"

"Yeah, I guess having the Devil as your dad has a few perks."

As you and Charlie both laughed at the joke, you could still feel those same eyes burning a hole at your back that was turned to them. Feeling uncomfortable, you tried keeping up conversation about the hotel while fidgeting where you stood, refusing to move and risking making eye contact with the men behind you. As you were fidgeting with a feather attached to your wings, you realised that you were an angel. An angel sent from heaven with huge ass wings that reached to the floor, and that is probably the leading reason as to why you had three demons gawking behind you. While in thought, Charlie had stopped talking and looked up enthusiastically right behind you, where you could definitely feel a demonic presence behind you.

"Alastor! I am so so so SO happy to introduce you to Y/N, she's here from heaven to learn more about the Hotel!"

Instantly turning behind you, you were faced with a tall man who had quite a slim build and a huge ass devilish grin that stretched across his face. His hair is dark with red streaks, styled in a neat, vintage wave and he was clearly dressed in 1930's attire, featuring a long red coat with black and crimson stripes, a high collar, and matching red gloves.

"It's quite evident she's from Heaven my dear! Though sending down angels that weren't exterminators is very out of the ordinary."

If it wasn't his appearance that got to you first, it definitely would be his voice. The static of his voice was enough to irritate you.

"I wasn't sent down here, I came here out of my accord"

Alastor's smile just got wider and way more creepy when hearing you came here on your own. You couldn't decipher what he meant by it. That smile was like the demons very own poker face.

"Alastor here is the hotels Hotelier and top manager, after me of course. He's helped a lot around here and I'd honestly be lost without him."

"Why Charlie my dear there's no need to talk so highly of me! What I do here is merely the bare minimum, wouldn't you agree little angel?"

Oh you could see the resemblance in tone straight away, the condescension was wayy to similar to Sera's, and it quite literally gave you the ick. You hardened your gaze towards him, about to respond when instead you were interrupted by the two other demons making themselves known, introducing themselves to you. One was a twinky, tall, fuck ass demon like Alastor, resembling a spider and a lot more easier to talk to. He was the only other resident that was staying here with Sir Pentious before he quote on quote "died". The demon that was behind the bar was the Hotels barkeep. He was significantly shorter than the others, but was also significantly taller than you too. Both of them were quite fun to talk to and didn't have annoying as fuck glitchy voices, which helped in terms of you being able to graciously join in the conversation. Whilst in the midst of talking to the others, you noticed Charlie was on the phone to someone and you were praying to God she wasn't calling down Lucifer. That's a type of awkwardness you couldn't deal with at the moment. However, instead a young girl came down walking down the stairs and she had a pair of wings??...

"Hey babe, how did that meeting-"

She completely stopped talking and just stood there, staring at you. Everyone is the room had gone silent, waiting for one of us to say something.

This is so awkward.

Her gaze hardened towards you as you just stood there, too scared of breaking the thick tension in the room.

"Why the fuck are you here?!"

"Do I know you?"

You can admit that the weird, possible angel, did look familiar to you but overall you couldn't you a name to the face. She scoffed in response, crossing her arms in front of her as she continued to just stand there..

"Uhm...Vaggie-"

"VAGINA! Yesss I remember you now, it's been a while how have you been?"

Angel and Husk behind you start hollering with laughs, Charlie however looks absolutely horrified and alastor just stood there with the same weird grin on his face. Vaggie stood there, vexed as hell giving you the biggest death glare.

"My names Vaggie. You know this Y/N."

"Noo what I know is that I was there when Adam named you, and he did in fact name you Vagina, which I'll continue to refer to you as."

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mister-dirty-hands · 2 days

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the bitches want me so bad but they won't get me

finn • he/him• queer • neurodivergent • minor

this blog is mainly just reblogs, goofing off with my mutuals, shitposting, swearing, and being hella gay.

dni list: homophobes, transphobes, zionists, ableists, racists, sexists fatphobes, and anyone else who supports harmful or discriminatory prejudices.

i'm cool with adults interacting, as long as y'all keep it chill and shit.

note: i don't like to talk about politics here on tumblr. it's my chill out place, and i'd like to keep it that way.

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about me

i enjoy writing, reading, drawing, and maybe the occasional singing

i listen to mostly angsty music

i write fanfic on ao3 here

i'm intp-t + gryffindor + apollo cabin

hyperfixation with crows and rome

i tend to have an existential crisis every other day

i promise you can't find anyone gayer than me

i like to make moodboards :33

i prefer emoticons over emojis but i do use both a fair amount

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things you should know

i'm pretty socially awkward so this is my apology in advance to everyone i inevitably offend or annoy

speaking of which, i don't always pick up on jokes and sarcasm

i love asks but i get kinda oversimulated when my ask box gets clogged up so don't spam thanks

my notifs are always blowing up so sorry if i miss a comment or reblog

i don't always respond to things right away (even dms)

i'm kinda sensitive so sometimes i may not respond to your jokes- it's not personal, it's just me

tone indicators are appreciated, but it's not like i'll stab you if you don't use it

if you're a mutual, feel free to call me endearments like love, darling, dear, whatever (just don't be overly weird about it)

i have really dirty humor so if that makes you uncomfortable sorry

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sideblogs

@your-honor-im-zesty <- pjo/hoo sideblog

@im-actually-a-certified-idiot <- hp/marauders sideblog

@thoushallwrite <- writing sideblog

@a-poetic-loser <- poetry sideblog

@random-polls-i-do-for-fun <- polls sideblog

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fandoms

harry potter/marauders

percy jackson/heroes of olympus

six of crows/shadow and bones

marvel

hunger games

wednesday

anne with an e

outer banks

high class homos

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tags

@seekmemystar i finally came up with a few new tags are you happy now

CROWS/caw caw <- i'm talking about crows

finn shitposts <- i shitpost

the crow caws back <- i answer asks

the crow flies away <- i leave/log off

the crow finds a trinket <- tag games

practicing my spanish like god intended <- i attempt to speak spanish

back in my day gays didn't even know they existed <- i attempt satire homophobia (key word: satire)

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crowdom

the crowdom is basically just a silly little kingdom of crows i rule over. anyone's free to join, as long as we're mutuals (that way i know you). just send an ask and i'll give you a list of roles to pick.

it started out as a joke, but we do polls and discussions every once in a while. last i checked, @xeme-starx was voted to rot in prison (how's that working out for you ethan?)

every once in a while i drop crowdom lore (if someone asks) so feel free to send asks about it.

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mutuals

i adore each and every one of my mutuals dearly, but obviously, i can't tag everyone. sooo here's a few i talk to pretty often:

@themortalityofundyingstars <- gay dad

@garden-of-runar <- lesbian poet who's apparently my aunt

@gildy-locks <- proud anti-communist

@rheas-chaos-motivation <- FUCK THE PIGEONS RHEA

@picklerab23 <- just a silly goose fr

@tequilaqueen <- sweet person (why is she on this hellsite again?)

honorable mention: @ang3lic-t3ars <- sunflower dealer, she be dropping the crack frfr

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anyway that's all. this will probably be deleted and recreated in 2 weeks- who knows? i love making new intro posts and i can't promise i won't change it.

go stay hydrated, eat, rest. whatever. don't do any stupid shit or i'll haunt your asks (looking at you, runar)

#intro #intro post #blog intro #blog intro post

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omilanaenae · 2 days

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Leg Room

Niko Omilana x Reader (friends to lovers smut)

Warnings: smut, one-bed trope, mentions of riding

Summary: Y/n and Niko, best friends for years, (and both freshly single hehe), fly to America to film some videos for Niko's channel. After a long, uncomfortable flight, the hotel they booked ran out of rooms, with one room and one bed left.

A/N: I’M BACKKKKK… let me know ur thoughts on this one. Good? Bad? Too long? Not true to character? Lemme know friends!! <3

You and Niko sat in your seats, your flight to America soon to take off. This was your first overseas trip together, alone. Of course you, as an unofficial 6th Beta Squad member for years had been to America multiple times with the boys, but never with Niko alone.

When Niko first asked you to go with him to film some videos in America, you were hesitant. Not because you didn't want to, but because you had secretly really liked Niko for so long, and now that he was newly single, you were worried that you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from making a move on him.

After Niko thoroughly convinced you, his main persuasion being that he would buy all the American food you couldn't get in the UK you wanted, you agreed. Normally Niko would take George on this type of trip to film, so you weren't quite sure why he asked you instead. You tried to push the thought away, but a small part of you really wished he just wanted to spend more time with you.

Your flight took off, and you smiled to yourself, seeing that the person who was supposed to sit next to Niko didn't show, meaning you'd have more room to sprawl out. Niko also noticed, already leaning back and letting his long legs take up the space of two seats.

"What. the. hell... a whole extra seat and I still have barely any leg room. This plane has got to be smaller than regulation size!" Niko said, moving his legs around frustratingly. "Have you tried not being so large maybe?" You asked sarcastically, grinning.

Niko smirked at you. "We've barely left London and you're already violating. Alright. Good one. Hah ha ha. Jokes on you because you know what they say about tall guys?" He asked, looking down at his trousers.

It took you a second to register what he was talking about. As soon as you clocked in your face turned a slight shade of red and your jaw dropped. "Niko!!!" you said, hitting him. He laughed and pushed you back playfully. "So you're like the exception of the lot yeah?" You ask, nudging him.

"Exception...ally long wood? Yes, how'd you know?" Niko pestered, grinning to his ears. "Shut the hell up." You replied, smiling wide as well. "Do me a favour and don't talk to me until we get to New York." You tease, putting on your eye mask.

"Y/n, how am I supposed to sleep in this position, I've got no leg room at all. How about we switch seats and I put my legs on your lap." He whined. "Niko, no. I don't want your giraffe legs all over me." You replied, starting to get annoyed. You and Niko had a very playful relationship, which also meant annoying each other on purpose most times you spoke. This time, however, you could tell that Niko was genuinely frustrated.

"Ok, then I have a better idea." Niko suggested. "I sit by the window, and you sit on my lap. Then my giraffe legs would be under you instead of on top."

Your eyes widened and not that you could ever admit this to anyone, but your mouth salivated a bit at the thought of sitting on his lap. "Heh... um... I don't think.." You were so flustered and caught off guard that you couldn't form a sentence. Niko mentioned you on his lap and your brain got all fuzzy.

"What, cat got your tongue?" Niko teased. You could almost swear that you saw him look at your lips as he said that. You regained confidence. "As much as I'd loveeeeee to sit in your lap, we probably aren't allowed." You said firmly. Why was he making this so hard for you?

Niko and you spent the rest of the flight flopping up, down, and on top of each other to get a comfortable sleep, but by the end, you each had sore bodies and maybe an hour each of sleep.

Once in New York City, you spent the night getting food, filming a few small clips in Times Square, and going back to your hotel to sleep. You were both exhausted at this point, wanting nothing more than to say goodnight and sleep.

You got to your hotel and checked in, only for the reception worker to hand Niko just one key. "Unfortunately, our website had some technical problems last weekend, and we ended up overbooking rooms. We hope you'll appreciate a luxury spa day, free breakfast, and $50 off your stay as compensation?

You and Niko were frustrated, but too tired to argue, and the compensation did sound pretty good, at the time. You were best friends, how weird could it be to sleep in the same room?

Completely weird. It would have maybe been okay if there were two beds in the room. But that was not the case. In front of your eyes stood one double bed and a very small cot in the corner. Niko just laughed. "Absolute horror room."

You covered your face with your hands and groaned. "Classic. Now what?" Niko looked at you and said, "No way in hell I'm sleeping on that small little cot. My knees down would be hanging off." You sighed and sarcastically said, "Glad to know chivalry is alive and well."

You looked at the mini cot and looked back to the double bed, yearning to be in it. "First person in the bed gets it!" You yell as you run as fast as you can and jump on it.

Niko does the same and jumps on top of you, trying to climb into the covers first. You both struggle, playfighting until you're out of breath, laughing hysterically and in a tangled mess of limbs and covers.

Niko looks at you, slowly realizing how close your faces are. "Y/n, there's room for both of us." He shocked you. He said what you were already thinking, but you couldn't accept. You were hot and flustered just laying next to him for a minute, how would you act if you were this close all night? "We shouldn't." You say, turning to get off the bed. "Why not?" Niko asks, gently grabbing your arm and pulling you back down next to him.

"Niko..." You say, looking in his eyes and noticing a look you've never seen before. It looked... lustful. He didn't look tired anymore. His eyes were wide, taking your appearance and the fact that you were so close in. This time you were sure he looked down to your lips. "Niko... I-" He leans in slowly and kisses your lips. You close your eyes and let him lengthen the kiss as waves of heat and passion rush over your whole body.

Niko pulls away, leaving your lips feeling cold without him. He smiles at you and shakes his head. "So beautiful. You genuinely don't know how long I've wanted to do that." He confesses. You let out a quick gasp and almost have to fight back tears with how happy you are. You look down, embarrassed for some reason. You don't want to lose him as a friend. "But, we're friends, Niko," You say. It's not what you want to say, but you consider that this could all be some sick joke of his.

Niko just smiles and lifts your chin up to press another kiss on your lips, this one hungrier, showing you his true intentions. "Y/n, I'll stop if you want to stay just friends." He says, pulling away and raising his hands. You shake your head. "Don't stop" You say, pulling him by his shirt collar so that your bodies are pressed together as you start kissing him ravenously.

Niko moans at your forwardness and starts hungrily reciprocating the kiss, it becoming sloppy and wet. He places his hands on your waist and you move them to your breasts, letting him know he can touch you more.

He gives you an "are you sure" look, to which you nod. The nod is all he needs to let his hands roam all over your body, stopping to squeeze and massage your breasts over your shirt. He pulls away and sits up a bit to pull his jumper and shirt off. Niko notices you staring at his bare chest and smiles. "Take a picture, it'll last longer" He teases. "Shut up and kiss me." You reply, leaning in to continue your kiss.

Niko lifts the bottom of your shirt and asks if you're okay with it. You nod again, warm inside at how caring he is to ask. He lifts your shirt over your arms and head. He looks at your covered breasts and says "Beautiful," You laugh and unclip your bra, letting your breasts bounce free in front of Niko. The way his jaw drops tells you he's 100% a boob man.

He grabs your breasts and kneads them with his large hands, kissing your neck and trailing the kisses down to your breasts, stopping at each nipple to lightly pinch and suck on them. Shivers are sent down your whole body as his warm tongue caresses them and suddenly you need Niko closer.

"Niko... please" You beg. His head pops up from your nipple to gaze at your frustrated face. "Use your words baby" he prompts, getting so hard from seeing you in this state just from making out and nipple play. "I... I need you closer Niko. In me" You say, not even caring that you're begging. He smiles and pulls back, undoing the jawstring of his trousers.

He pulls them and his pants down, letting his 8 inch cock spring free, slapping up against his waist. Your jaw actually drops at the sight. He wasn't lying about his size with those stupid jokes. You can tell his ego is inflating at your gobsmacked reaction, but he's the biggest you've ever seen or had, and all you can think about is how it will feel, stretching your walls and making you scream.

Niko graciously gives you a show, stroking his large hand up and down his huge length a few times. Not that he needs it as he's already completely erect.

Niko wastes no time as he grabs the waist of your jeans and pulls them down and off. He rubs his hard dick over your clothed pussy and sees how you already moan at the friction. He chuckles softly.

"Beg" He states firmly. "Please, Niko. I want your huge dick in me. I want you to stretch me out with that" you muster out, finding it hard to form a sentence when his dick is sliding up and down your clothed clit. "Say less." He says, pulling your panties down and throwing them to the side. Your pussy is finally revealed to him, and his mouth is watering just from the sight of it.

He decides he'll eat you out another time, knowing that both of you are too needy for penetration right now. Niko lines his cock up with your soaked entrance and lets the head of it slide up and down the wet folds a few times before slipping the tip in.

You moan loudly at his tip entering. He's so big, you fantasize about choking on it. Another time. Niko's face contorts in pleasure as he slowly glides his dick further into you, you screaming at the stretch and width.

"Oh fuck, Y/n. You're so tight." He says, his unusual swearing an indication that you're making him feel so good. You moan at his words and grab his shoulders as he plunges deeper into you. Your nails dig into his triceps as he hits your cervix, and you cry out his name in pleasure.

"You like that? You like me balls deep in and ruining you? Stretching you like this?" You gasp and moan breathily at the sheer dirtiness of his words. This is so different from his usual jokey self. It's hot. "You're making me feel so good Niko." You affirm. He smiles down at you and pulls out only to plunge back in hard, eliciting another loud moan from you.

He starts thrusting at a growing pace, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass drowning out your combined moans. "Y/n, I'm already close. I don't want this to be over so soon." He says, closing his eyes and rolling his head back in full pleasure.

"Wait, let me ride you." You suggest. Niko's head pops back up and he looks at you, confused. "You wanted me on your lap before, didn't you?" You tease.` He lets out a laugh and pulls out of you, laying on his back "Be my guest, y/n." He strokes his dick slowly as you straddle his lap, getting into position.

"You are perfect in every way." Niko says, looking at your body on top of his, his eyes landing on your perky breasts. You smile at his compliment, as you line his dick up to your entrance, ready to thank him by riding him hard.

You slide down on top of Niko, still not used to his length but wet enough with both of your precum to bounce easily on top of him. You pick up the pace and bounce up and down faster, working your way to finishing.

Niko lets his head fall back, but not for long as he can't stop staring at your perfect boobs bouncing in his face. Niko moans at the sight combined with the feeling of your wet walls pumping up and down his cock.

"Please y/n." He pleads, you now in power. "Huh? Use your words babe." You tease back. You bounce down as Niko thrusts hard upwards, causing him to hit your cervix again which strikes a deep wave of pleasure within you.

Niko's face is contorted in pleasure after hitting that deep inside you. He places his hands on your waist and pulls you down into him, thrusting harder. "Niko, ah- I'm so close" you moan, your brain getting fuzzy and signalling your orgasm.

"Come for me baby. Come all over this big cock" He says, his words pushing you over the edge. You do as he says, screaming his name as you come all over him, your walls squeezing and closing around his length.

He quickly whips your body onto your back on the bed, with him back on top. He thrusts with a breakneck speed a few more times before he, too, is spilling his hot strings of cum all into you. He lets out loud, breathy moans as he comes and even after he's mainly done, something you wish more guys did.

He slowly pulls out of you, looking into your eyes and watching you lightly gasp as he slips out. You lay together for a few minutes in total silence, catching your breath and cuddling one another.

"That was-" you start. "I'm worried." Niko interrupts with. Your heart drops. "Worried about what?" you question. "Worried that we've come all the way to America to get no content at all. Because the whole of tomorrow, we're just going to be here, repeating what we just did" He says, laughing and kissing you gently.

You laugh too, finding this whole thing funny. You let out a breath of relief, knowing this situation couldn't have turned out better. You look at the small cot in the corner of the room and smile to yourself, cuddling up to Niko.

"Still horror leg room."

#beta squad #betasquad #ndl #niko #niko omilana #niko omilana x reader #niko omilana smut

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vampiricmycelium · 3 days

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I've been taken over by thoughts of @zhukzucraft Quadruple Life series and dapper duo/mumskizz so I wrote a little thing for them.

"You two can rest here! If you need anything just holler."

Joe waved goodbye to the new soulmate pair before disappearing back into the hallway. Mumbo turned from his disappearing back to the room he had been led to. It was a small room dug out underground with two beds nearby. Meant to be used as a bedroom of some sort. Not that anyone would really be getting sleep.

Skizz was already relaxing on one of the beds, peering over at him with one eye open.

"You okay there Jumbo Jet?"

"Me? I'm fine."

Mumbo didn't feel fine. He hadn't felt fine since he had caused their accidental death, or maybe even before that. Certainly since. It wasn't just that they were both on yellow already that had him shaken, but the strange choice he was given. It was a relief that his soulmate was Skizz out of everyone. He knew that if his luck had been worse, he might not be able to relax here at all. If he could relax.

Skizz was a strange one, though. He hadn't really spent that much time with him before this, but he knew what he was like—to a degree. He was a little overwhelmed with how friendly and affectionate he was. Skizz wasn't doing anything at the moment, and already Mumbo's face was heating back up just thinking about his teasing joke that they were married.

Was being soulmates equivalent to being married? No. Joe and Doc weren't married, right?

"You sure, buddy? You're just kind of standing there looking like you might faint."

"Do I? I'm sorry. I'm just a little overwhelmed at the moment. I think I just need some time to unwind."

"Well, you're in the perfect place for it." Skizz patted the side of the bed he was on. Not the one next to it, the one he was currently lying across. Yes, Mumbo was properly blushing now. "Come over here and relax."

Mumbo didn't reply but instead took the other bed, sitting on it facing Skizz. Skizz didn't seem disappointed if he was at all that Mumbo had taken the other bed in the room instead of joining him. Perhaps he hadn't intended to imply that Mumbo should join him in his bed. Skizz smiled at him, as bright and warm as before. Mumbo felt shy again, but there was something else there. He was happy, yes, happy. Happy his soulmate was Skizz. Someone who wanted him was happy to have him around. Who wasn't upset that he took their first life.

Someone who smiled at him laughed with him and called him a silly nickname. Skizz was an amazing person, a great friend, and an ally. He was lucky to have him, but he didn't think Skizz was as lucky to be stuck with him.

"Don't want to share our wedding bed," Skizz finally said, affirming Mumbo's first idea. Mumbo started to stumble over his words, beet red and trying to turn away. Skizz laughed, but it wasn't mean. "Sorry, sorry. I don't mean to tease you so much. I don't want to put us on red accidentally by making you die of embarrassment or something."

"I'm not embarrassed," Mumbo tried to assure but felt like he was doing a terrible job of it. "I'm just not good at.... any of this."

"Don't worry there Mumble Jumble. I won't say another word about it. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

There was a long stretch of silence.

"I don't mind it."

"What?"

"The flirting. The jokes about being married. All of that. I don't mind it."

Skizz was quiet and for a moment Mumbo wondered if he messed it up. Maybe Skizz didn't care for it and was trying to find a way out of joking about it. Had he messed things up?

"Good. Because you know... we aren't really husbands." Skizz paused before giving a different kind of smile. Something far more cheeky and flirty. "Yet."

"Yet?"

"You know, at the end of the whole deal, the two people getting married kiss to seal the deal. We haven't kissed yet!"

"Skizz. We can't. We can't kiss," Mumbo replied, his voice dropping down at the end as if he was trying to prevent anyone from overhearing them. "Can we?"

"I think that's up for the two of us to decide, don't you think? If you want to kiss me and I want to kiss you."

Mumbo wondered if he'd ever stop blushing. If he'd go through this whole game with a bright red face. He couldn't look at Skizz as he spoke, feeling nervous and shy and ready to explode. This was all so much.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

"Yes."

"Oh." Just a quick and simple response. What did he expect from the man who chose to keep their bond so quickly? "Okay."

"Okay? You want to kiss me, too?"

"I-- Yes. I want to."

Mumbo turned back, seeing that Skizz had sat up on his bed. He was leaning forward, giving Mumbo that same warm look. He felt like he might die instead of having a heart attack. He closed his eyes, leaning towards him. He could feel Skizz's hand on his thigh, feel him get closer. He heard the soft whisper of, "You may now kiss the groom," and then Skizz was kissing him.

It was a soft, chaste kiss that lingered for only a couple of seconds, but it felt so nice. Mumbo was almost sad when Skizz pulled away. He opened his eyes back to see his bright grin, his hand still on his leg. Mumbo let out a shaky breath. Oh, Skizz was going to be the death of him in so many ways. He just knew it.

"Let's get some rest, hubby. I think we've both earned it."

"Of course." Mumbo finally gave back his own smile. "Husband."

#charlie has a boring life #trafficshipping #mumskizz #dapper duo #quadruple life #I hope this was good

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nomsfaultau · 2 days

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The Lambs Wolves Wear part 9

Dark SBI AU where Philza’s human children were replaced by monsters. Start of ficlet is here.

For all that “Wilbur” was blatantly hostile and suspicious at times, Philza somehow got the impression that “Technoblade” trusted him the least of the monsters. They were never at ease, rigid like a soldier standing guard. At least more often than not they were farming, which meant Philza worried the least about them hurting Tommy. Still, at meal time he watched them closely as the ghosts fed their chosen vessel.

Tommy held no reservations, sitting by the skeletal husk of his brother and swinging his legs, piling on extra of the potatoes “Technoblade” had harvested. Finally it was easy to get Tommy to eat his vegetables. Really the sole benefit from his stint as a cow, even if Philza had the new hassle of convincing him not to eat grass. And Philza was certain he was the real Tommy, as the “Tommy” sitting next to him was curling his barbed tail around Philza’s ankle. Tommy poked the bony ribs of “Technoblade”, pestering until they bent for him to whisper in their ear. “Technoblade” scarcely reacted as Tommy snickered, but the red lights dancing in their eye sockets darted for Philza, locked upon him like a target.

“Technoblade” was by far less impulsive than the other two, but that just meant what ever nightmare they inflicted was calculated. Philza could tell they were scheming for all that they rarely imbued Technoblade’s features with expression. But Philza offered the ghosts a cheery grin though he knew it would never be returned.

A cold shiver of a spectral claw tapped on his shoulder, and Philza canted his head. “Do you need something, mate?” “Technoblade” shook his head, and for some reason Tommy looked disappointed. “Well you did wonderful on these potatoes. You’re so hardworking, it’s very kind of you to help me out so much.” Sometimes praise would get Philza a slight smile, since unlike the real Technoblade the imposter didn’t become awkward about it. Yet for some reason “Technoblade” dropped their gaze, sweating slightly. Philza didn’t let his unease trickle into his smile. Usually they swallowed sycophancy well, what changed?

He hid his confusion with a sip of his tea, only for his tongue to freeze mid-drink. Philza’s eyes flew open, frantically yanking to escape the searing cold only for a frozen block of tea to pull out of his cup. Philza couldn’t help his bewildered laugh, intertwining with Tommy’s cackles. He pried the frozen drink off and winced as ice shattered everywhere.

The shards of tea flew back together, filling the cup that “Technoblade” caught with spectral hands. It floated back into Philza’s hands, who sat it down to avoid another prank. It was distinctly not in the vein of the stoic “Technoblade’s” humor, or the real Technoblade for that matter given he was far funnier than his counterpart. No, the simplistic practical joke reeked of Tommy, and he turned upon the boy with an eyebrow raised. “Tommy?”

“Wasn’t me! I don’t have ghost powers!”

“Sorry, sir,” “Technoblade” mumbled. “It wasn’t particularly noble, but I hadn’t-” Tommy elbowed the spirit vessel roughly and they went quiet, clearly uncomfortable.

“You said hurting feelings is just as wrong as hurting small squishy human bodies,” “Tommy” announced with a nod as he parroted Philza’s own words. He looked at Philza expectantly for praise, and received a vague head pat. “And you said not to hurt Tommy, and he would be very sad if he wasn’t allowed to be annoying so we HAVE to do everything he says!”

“Uhh…right,” “Technoblade” agreed dryly. “In our case, Tommy threatened to claim we hurt him and so we were forced to comply or risk being grounded. A fate worse than death.” And given they’d died countless times…hm.

“Tommy!” Philza scolded. “You shouldn’t manipulate your brothers like that.” Philza hadn’t planned for Tommy somehow becoming the ringleader. That…might make this next part more difficult.

He blanched. “I’m not Tommy, I’m “Tommy”! I’m innocent!”

“No you aren’t. Nice try, but you’re grounded, mate.”

“Tommy” cheered. “WHOOO! He’s grounded! That means you’re going to grind him into mush with a mortar and pestle and bury him all over the place, right? TAKE THAT, WORM-FOOD! I’m the preferred Tommy!” He stuck out a forked tongue at Tommy. “He loves me more than you, he loves meee more than youuuuu~”

Philza paused. “I’m sorry, what exactly do you boys think grounding is?”

“Tommy” scowled. “I know what it is! That’s how it worked in hell.”

“Wilbur” wouldn’t look at him. “...if it were the Fae Queen, I’d guess it’d mean being trapped in an underground labyrinth for weeks alone. Or treated like the dirt she walks on, but that was always.”

“That’s not what it means. If you’re grounded Philza despises you for eternity and you can never redeem yourself, cursed to forever roam the land without a chance to move on to the next life. It’s called grounding because he’s anchoring us to the mortal coil,” “Technoblade” posited confidently. “And also extra chores, probably.”

…that would explain why they all reacted so horrifically. And while it was rather effective at protecting Tommy, he thought in the long run the monsters holding any fear towards him would prevent the underestimation he was relying on. “I…suspect your past experiences are warping your understanding. In this household, grounding means you are housebound for a few days and help with extra chores while we talk about how to act better in the future. I’m not- I’m not going to torture you, good god. I won’t hurt any of you.” He can’t, no matter how much he should want to. He hadn’t seen any of his real children in months; shouldn’t he want them slaughtered? Shouldn’t he hate them? But Philza only hated himself for the weakness.

“Wait………grounding means we get to spend more time with you?” “Tommy” asked slowly. “And hurting Tommy means we’re grounded…?”

Philza had just enough time to think oh no before “Tommy” turned into a lion and threw himself at Tommy. Though Philza barely held him back, that just meant a different monster got there first. “Technoblade” nearly punched Tommy in the face, but that turned out to be one of “Wilbur’s” illusions, who was going the emotion route by trying to show Tommy images of his brothers dying in really gruesome ways. Kicking “Tommy” back, Philza lunged across the dinning room table, scooping his boy up as fire began to spread through his house, spectral dead weaving between illusions as the three began to bicker about who got to hurt Tommy first. The dinning room chairs began to float up and hurl themselves violently at “Tommy” and immediately bursting into cinders. “Wilbur” egged them on further in a desperate bid to have his competition annihilate each other given how outclassed he was.

Panic exploded in Philza’s chest as he realized how badly he’d messed up. He clutched Tommy to his chest, trying to protect him as best he could. Tommy, feeling awfully guilty about having threatened them not knowing their original interpretations of grounding, kept shouting apologies, having apparently not clocked that the brawl was about who got to murder him first.

“ENOUGH!” Philza screamed. “YOU’RE ALL GROUNDED!” A chorus of cheers broke out, the monsters ceasing the violence immediately. “All of you go to your rooms!” A round of protest, but he quashed it. Tommy stuck out his tongue as the monsters dragged their feet, and Philza sighed. “Tommy, you’re also grounded.” The boy protested. “No, you started this mess by manipulating them. You’re going to spend your time thinking about how to apologize.”

“But you already sent “Tommy” to our room!”

“You’ll be by my side.” Philza stared flatly at their uproarious objections. “Grounding is a punishment tailored to the offense. I want all of you to think about how ripping each other to shreds in a race to see who can attack their brother first is completely unacceptable. At dinner I will bring supper to you and we will privately discuss the matter.” Somehow, it worked despite how clearly they all hated it.

He waited till they were gone, then dragged Tommy out of the house, brushing objects with his iron ring to rule out illusions and tossing a handful of salt over his shoulder before he began to speak. “Listen to me,” Philza whispered as he cupped Tommy’s face. “What you did was immensely dangerous. You cannot be messing with them like that.” He knew much of it was his fault as well, but it was more important to stress the point to Tommy.

Tommy’s brow furrowed. “I wouldn’t have bullied them like that if I knew that’s what they thought grounding was. That stuff sounded scary. Who did that to them? Are my new brothers okay?”

“I-” Philza was blindsided at his concern for them. “I…don’t know. You have to be careful around them.”

“So I don’t hurt their feelings?”

“...exactly. When they’re frightened, or mad, they can cause accidents like the one you just saw.” And yet Tommy was enchanted by the show of lethal power, like they were fairy tale heroes. What spiked Philza’s terror only had the boy eager with excitement. He couldn’t see how Philza fought tooth and nail to eke out what little safety they had now.

And that naïveté would get him killed if Philza didn’t act quickly enough. For a brief second he’d hoped- no. Didn’t matter. They’d all tried to slaughter Tommy just to spend more time with him. They’d proved his children would never be safe if they were around. Philza’s resolve hardened, quashing the part of him trying to protest. He had no other choice.

Philza had to get rid of the monsters to protect his family.

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iliketangerines · 18 hours

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Ok so my friend sent in a request where it’s reader but they’re like winter soldier from marvel- and the other day she was talking to me about it and I got to thinking about it.

So like what if the male reader ((who is of course like Bucky)) is taller than the boys but is a switch leaning more to bottom. Like I imagine reader is being careless when fighting and is like “I don’t care what happens to me!” And it angers the boys into like intense praise sex

we care about you

a/n: i'm gonna be honest...i have no idea which request you're referencing. it's been a really long time

pairing: johnny cage x amab!reader x kenshi takahashi

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), blowjobs, double penetration, overstimulation, praise kink

you walk stiffly as Johnny and Kenshi drag you to the infirmary to get your wounds bandaged up, and Raiden and Kung Lao stay behind to debrief with Liu Kang

Kenshi’s grip on your hand is almost painful, and Johnny pushes you from behind to discourage you from just disappearing to your room and taking care of your own wounds

you feel uncomfortable as you stand in front of the infirmary, and Johnny basically pushes you in while Kenshi gathers the necessary materials to bandage you up

Johnny raises an eyebrow at you, looking uncharacteristically serious, and you scowl and pull off your ripped uniform, blood-soaked and dirty

the actor sucks in a breath as his eyes travel over your chest and your stomach, grimacing at the sight of blood staining every bit of your skin and deep cuts sliced into your muscle

your skin is also mottled with dark bruises, and you’re sure you’ve cracked a rib, but you don’t mention it as Johnny assesses the damage and tells Kenshi what he sees

the blood hides your scars for them, but you know they see them as Johnny wipes at your skin with a clean wet cloth to get rid of the dirty and dried-up blood

it’s the first time you’ve ever gone shirtless in front of them, and you usually wouldn’t have even entertained their request to see you shirtless

but you’re tired and exhausted and wouldn’t stand a chance against the two of them pinning you down and treating your wounds

and so Johnny just grits his teeth, letting out an angry puffs of air from his nose, and Kenshi can’t see the scars but as always he knows that something is wrong

you try to make a joke and say that most of the blood isn’t yours, but both Kenshi and Johnny send you a stern look before Kenshi hands over the materials to Johnny

they work in tandem, Kenshi telling Johnny how to apply the medicine and bandages, unable to with his limited vision from Sento, and Johnny follows every order exactly

when you lift your hand to help, Kenshi slaps it down and tells you to stay still for them both, and you growl but listen to him as Johnny finishes up your bandages

almost immediately you go to stand up, but Johnny and Kenshi push you right back down and tell you to sit the fuck down and take a break

Johnny keeps a careful watch of you, making sure you don’t even move an inch or even breathe the wrong way, while Kenshi disappears to go and make some tea

you shift in the cot, trying to get more comfortable, but you wince as your cracked rib aches and place a hand over the bruise

immediately, the actor is all over you, asking if you were okay, what hurt, what was wrong, and you try to wave him off and say that it’s nothing

he gives you a disapproving glare and asks you again in an angered voice what was wrong

you roll your eyes, mouth in a grimace and lips tightly sealed, but then the pain flares up and you can’t help it as a small groan leaves your lips

Johnny takes a note of your hand over your ribs and asks if they’re broken, and you turn your head to the side and let out a tsking sound

there’s another sound of anger that crawls out of his throat, and you know that he wants to snap at you, ask you why you had put yourself in direct danger

but then, he doesn’t and stays silent, and Kenshi returns with a steaming cup of tea and nearly shoves it into your hands as he tells you to drink every last drop

it smells bitter, disgusting, and you wrinkle your nose and glare at the swordsman

his glare is just as intense behind the blindfold as he crosses his thick arms and waits for you to drink it, sword still by his side

you bring the drink up to your mouth and close your eyes, ignoring the smell, and down it all in one gulp, putting the cup on the table next to the cot you sit on

for a second, neither of them say anything, just giving each other looks, and you figure that they’re talking telepathically again

you growl out that you’re right there, that you know they’re talking about you, and on cue, the both of them turn their heads to you, brows furrowed and frowns etched into their face

you return their grimace, baring your teeth at him like a cornered animal, and Kenshi sighs and shifts on his feet before saying that you’re on strict bed rest for at least a month

a month? what? that wouldn’t fly, you had to train, to get better, to fight and claw and beg for your survival, you would not rest for a whole month

you open your mouth to protest, but Johnny adds on that there will be no argument, that Liu Kang had already agreed and someone will be watching you at all times to make sure you stick to resting

there’s anger bristling inside of you, sharp and prickly, and you let out a hissing sound as you clench your fists and glare at them both

and then Johnny snaps at you and says that you wouldn’t have to be on bed rest if you had just been more careful on the battlefield

you argue back that being careful would’ve meant that the mission would take longer, and you managed to shorten the mission time by a whole week because of your actions

Kenshi cuts in saying that that wasn’t the point, that you deliberately put yourself in danger knowing you would be hurt and possibly killed and that action wasn’t okay

you mutter out what was the point, you always came back so why did it matter if you put yourself in danger, and Kenshi and Johnny give each other a look before turning their attention back to you

Johnny says that you shouldn’t have to put yourself in direct danger without caring about what would happen to you, that you can’t just do that, you have to worry about your own health

Kenshi adds on, saying that he knows what it’s like to not care about hurting yourself during a mission, but that there’s people out there who care about you and putting yourself in danger and possibly killing yourself would hurt them as well

his comment makes you bite your tongue, your retort dying in your mouth and making it feel dry as it clicks in your brain that someone could possibly care about you

and not just as a weapon

Johnny sits down on the cot and grabs onto your hand, squeezing it gently, and he says that they both care about you and that you jumping directly into enemy territory had scared the living daylights out of them

he continues, saying that they know something happened to you in the past, but that they want you to know that they care about you as a person, as a friend, as a lover

you turn your head, pursing your lips to stop them from trembling, and you mutter out an okay

it makes Johnny beam, and Kenshi sigh in relief before patting Johnny’s back and saying that they should leave you to rest and heal

he repeats one more time to not do anything strenuous and call them for help if you need anything, and you nod before they disappear to debrief with Liu Kang

the room is silent as you cry, falling from your cheeks onto your bandaged wounds, but your heart is warm and you fall asleep quickly, knowing you were loved

the both of them watch you carefully for the next month, making sure you weren’t doing anything too strenuous or stressful, and that your body was healing properly

you haven’t felt this well-rested and cared for in…well, forever, and you truly appreciate their efforts as they dote on you

your wounds heal faster than they have ever before, and a month passes by quickly as you focus on yourself and some old hobbies from a different life

you sit in your room, reading a book with an empty cup next to you when your door slides open and reveals Kenshi and Johnny laughing together

they glance over to you, and Johnny goes over first, tilting your head up and kissing you deeply, his hand snaking up to cradle the back of your head and pull you into him

you sigh into the kiss, closing your eyes and enjoying the taste of something minty on his breath, and Johnny pulls away when you feel your lungs burn with the need to breathe

he’s gentle with you, sitting down in your lap and telling you all about his day with the usual dramatic flair, and you rest your hands on his hips, squeezing them

Kenshi undresses himself, placing his shoes down neatly by the door and stripping off his jacket to reveal his body covered in a slight sheen of sweat

the swordsman hums and nods in agreement to whatever Johnny is saying, and Johnny strips himself down as well, throwing his jacket to the floor as he also tries to cool down from the hot day

you only have on a pair of boxers and tshirt, but by the time they’re done stripping down to their bare skin, you feel more naked than them

Johnny’s words finally ebb as he rests his hands on your shoulders, and he smiles down at you and asks how your day was

you start, repeating the actions of your rather mundane but relaxing day, but then you let out a choked sound as Johnny grinds down on your cock

he smirks down at you, telling you to continue, and there’s a pause before you stutter along, trying to keep your cool as he continues to grind down on you

by the end, your sentences barely make any sense, and your fingers are gripping onto his hips desperately as your own buck into his as you search for more friction

he leans in close to you, breath warming your ear as he says that they’ve both missed you, missed hearing your needy whines for them to fuck you

then he pulls away and sighs, watching your chest heave up and down and how your eyes glaze over in need as you stifle a whimper

Johnny just gets up off of you, and your lap suddenly feels a lot colder without his warmth on you

but he pulls on your hand and tugs you to your shaky legs, and then Johnny pushes you to sit in between Kenshi’s spread legs

you do so readily and let out a breath of air as you feel Kenshi’s hard cock press into your back, hot and heavy with need

Johnny settles down between your legs on his knees, and he pulls off your boxers, letting your cock spring free and bob in the air

Kenshi hums and kisses the side of your neck, using his hands to hook your legs over his knees so that you can’t escape Johnny’s attention on you

Johnny wraps his hand around your cock, pumping it torturously slow, and he says quietly that neither him nor Kenshi could forget what you said a month ago

you stutter out a what, mind too heavy and fuzzy to recall what you had said a month ago, and Johnny smiles at your reaction, licking a strip from the base of your cock to the tip and listening to your slight whimper

he places his lips over the tip and presses his tongue into the slit just lightly, making you gasp and buck your hips uselessly at the pleasure

Kenshi continues his sentence, saying that they want to show you how much they care about you, how much they want you and need you to be safe

the memory finally fades back in as you remember how you basically said it didn’t matter if you got hurt, and you just let out a small confused what, unable to respond properly when Johnny’s plush lips are pressed into your cock

Kenshi hums, his stubble slightly scratching you as he kisses your neck, and he tells you to relax and let them take care of you for today, to just sit still and be pretty

you nod and then let out a little whine when Johnny takes you deeper into his throat, tongue pressing against the underside of your cock

it’s hot and wet, and you can’t help it as your hands fly down to grip onto Johnny’s hair and tug on it, sensitive from not having touched yourself for a month

Kenshi feels you move and his hands travel from your thighs up your side, making you shiver, and his rough hands grab onto your arms and take them away from Johnny’s hair

his voice is teasing as he asks you about what he just said a second ago, and you try to respond but then Johnny sinks even further, his nose burying themselves in the curls at the base

your brain is nothing more than mush as Johnny bobs his head up and down, the tip of your cock hitting the back of his throat, and there’s a strangled sound that comes out of your throat as his hand comes up to massage your balls

Kenshi licks and bites at the skin of your neck, leaving his marks on you, and you turn your head to him, lips parted in a silent question for him

he seems to know what you want, and he presses his lips to yours, humming at the taste of your mouth and pushing his tongue into yours

you can’t help but groan into his mouth as Johnny hums around your cock, sending vibrations through your body and fraying your nerves with pleasure

your hips rock forward slightly, and you want to cum so badly, need to cum

Johnny seems to know what you want, your cock twitching in his mouth, and he bobs his head up and down faster, using his hand to pump at what his mouth doesn’t cover

it’s too much, and your back arches of Kenshi’s stomach as you cum in Johnny’s warm mouth, whimpering and gasping against the swordsman’s mouth

Kenshi hums, hands rubbing your thighs, as Johnny pumps you through the rest of your orgasm and swallows your cum

you soften in his mouth and whimper when he finally pops off and licks his lips, saying that you taste just as good as he remembers

parting from your lip to let you breathe and head fall back onto his shoulder, he tells you you’re doing amazing, so good for them, so pretty for them

a soft thank you comes from your mouth, and Kenshi just chuckles and mumbles out an of course before he moves you slightly to scoot your body forward

Johnny stands up from his position, and you can see the way his cock slaps against his stomach, your mouth drools and you reach your hand forward

Kenshi tsks at you and uses his hand to splay over your chest and pull you back, saying perhaps another day

you whimper but listen and just sit in Kenshi’s lap and wait as you hear Johnny get lube out of your drawer and get back in front of you

Johnny squirts lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together to slightly warm it, before he reaches his fingers underneath you and traces his finger over your asshole

you try not to squirm and seem impatient, and Johnny rewards you for your patience, pressing in a thick finger and telling you good job

you let out a pant and then a whimper of please for more, and Kenshi just smiles against your skin as he sucks another hickey into your skin

Johnny hums and presses another finger into you, pumping them in and out of you slowly and curling them right into your prostate with practiced fingers

it makes you squirm and gasp, and you can feel blood rushing down, filling your oversensitive cock back to hardness, although not quite as big as before

the swordsman chuckles at your whines, one of his hands trailing up and down your body, squeezing at the flesh before wrapping his hand around your half-hard cock

it makes pleasure shoot through your body, and a loud gasp leave your throat as your hips buck into him

Johnny just pushes his fingers in deeper as a response, adding a third finger to stretch you out further, and you let out a debauched moan, nerves being pulled in every direction

it’s overwhelming, and you’re already so close to the edge, legs twitching in overstimulation and hands gripping whenever you can

Kenshi seems to know and fists the base of your cock, preventing you from cumming and you make a sound that sounds like a choked sob and whimper

he tells you to have patience, and Johnny says that you won’t have to wait long as he retracts his fingers from your needy hole

you yelp as Kenshi suddenly hooks his hands underneath your thighs and stands up with you spread in his arms

Johnny brings an arm underneath one of your thighs to help support you, and your hands fly to Johnny’s shoulders in front of you for balance

Kenshi slightly lowers you, and you feel Johnny line himself up with you, lowering you even further to push into you

it makes you whine and gasp in pleasure as he finally bottoms out, and you dig your fingers into his shoulder as you struggle to adjust

your breathing calms down after a minute, and you squeeze around him, trying to keep your cool

but then you feel Kenshi prodding along your hole, the tip of his cock pressing in, and you whine that it’s too much, you can’t

Kenshi murmurs that you can, and he pushes in slow and steady, making you sob and gasp and tears well up in your eyes

fat tears roll down your face but Johnny kisses them away as Kenshi groans and bottoms out inside of you

neither of them move until you’ve stopped sobbing and have only been reduced to soft sniffles and whimper, and then Johnny finally moves his hips a little bit

you let out a whimper and moan, and they both take it as a good sign to start moving in tandem, knocking the breath out of you

the pleasure is all-consuming and mixes with the stinging pain, and you can’t help the wanton moans that leave your mouth as they fuck you on their cocks

they praise you as they bounce you up and down, calling you so pretty, that you’re so beautiful, that you’re doing so well, and that they love you so much

their mouth are relentless as they kiss and suck at your skin everywhere, mouthing over every scar that you have, and it’s all too much as you cum, pathetic spurts of cum spraying over Johnny’s chest

they groan at the feeling of you clenching down on him, and Kenshi cums first inside of you, hot ropes of his seed warming you, his voice deep and rough as he tells you that you’re taking them so well

Johnny quickly follows soon after and cums inside of you as well, panting into your neck and moaning your name loudly

neither of them move for a moment, their cocks still buried deep inside of you, but Johnny is the first one to move and slide out

Kenshi slides out after Johnny, and they move to lay your boneless body on the bed, praising you and telling you did so amazing

your ears are buzzing, mind still heavy with pleasure, and you just reach out for them, hand grabbing onto Kenshi’s

he hums and gets into bed with you, cuddling you close, and you whimper for Johnny as well

Johnny listens and gets into bed with you, telling you take a quick nap first then and then they’ll get you cleaned up

you just hum in contentment and drift off to sleep with the two of them holding you close and dearly

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